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
and louing Countreymen This token serueth for a Flagge of Truce Betwixt our selues and all our followers So helpe me God as I dissemble not Winch. So helpe me God as I intend it not King Oh louing Vnckle kinde Duke of Gloster How ioyfull am I made by this Contract Away my Masters trouble vs no more But ioyne in friendship as your Lords haue done 1. Seru. Content I le to the Surgeons 2. Seru. And so will I. 3. Seru. And I will see what Physick the Tauerne affords Exeunt Warw. Accept this Scrowle most gracious Soueraigne Which in the Right of Richard Plantagenet We doe exhibite to your Maiestie Glo. Well vrg'd my Lord of Warwick for sweet Prince And if your Grace marke euery circumstance You haue great reason to doe Richard right Especially for those occasions At Eltam Place I told your Maiestie King And those occasions Vnckle were of force Therefore my louing Lords our pleasure is That Richard be restored to his Blood Warw. Let Richard be restored to his Blood So shall his Fathers wrongs be recompenc't Winch. As will the rest so willeth Winchester King If Richard will be true not that all alone But all the whole Inheritance I giue That doth belong vnto the House of Yorke From whence you spring by Lineall Descent Rich. Thy humble seruant vowes obedience And humble seruice till the point of death King Stoope then and set your Knee against my Foot And in reguerdon of that dutie done I gyrt thee with the valiant Sword of Yorke Rise Richard like a true Plantagenet And rise created Princely Duke of Yorke Rich. And so thriue Richard as thy foes may fall And as my dutie springs so perish they That grudge one thought against your Maiesty All. Welcome high Prince the mighty Duke of Yorke Som. Perish base Prince ignoble Duke of Yorke Glost Now will it best auaile your Maiestie To crosse the Seas and to be Crown'd in France The presence of a King engenders loue Amongst his Subiects and his loyall Friends As it dis-animates his Enemies King When Gloster sayes the word King Henry goes For friendly counsaile cuts off many Foes Glost Your Ships alreadie are in readinesse Senet Flourish Exeunt Manet Exeter Exet. I we may march in England or in France Not seeing what is likely to ensue This late dissention growne betwixt the Peeres Burnes vnder fained ashes of forg'd loue And will at last breake out into a flame As festred members rot but by degree Till bones and flesh and sinewes fall away So will this base and enuious discord breed And now I feare that fatall Prophecie Which in the time of Henry nam'd the Fift Was in the mouth of euery sucking Babe That Henry borne at Monmouth should winne all And Henry borne at Windsor loose all Which is so plaine that Exeter doth wish His dayes may finish ere that haplesse time Exit Scoena Secunda Enter Pucell disguis'd with foure Souldiors with Sacks vpon their backs Pucell These are the Citie Gates the Gates of Roan Through which our Pollicy must make a breach Take heed be wary how you place your words Talke like the vulgar sort of Market men That come to gather Money for their Corne. If we haue entrance as I hope we shall And that we finde the slouthfull Watch but weake I le by a signe giue notice to our friends That Charles the Dolphin may encounter them Souldier Our Sacks shall be a meane to sack the City And we be Lords and Rulers ouer Roan Therefore wee 'le knock Knock. Watch. Che la. Pucell Peasauns la pouure gens de Fraunce Poore Market folkes that come to sell their Corne. Watch. Enter goe in the Market Bell is rung Pucell Now Roan I le shake thy Bulwarkes to the ground Exeunt Enter Charles Bastard Alanson Charles Saint Dennis blesse this happy Stratageme And once againe wee 'le sleepe secure in Roan Bastard Here entred Pucell and her Practisants Now she is there how will she specifie Here is the best and safest passage in Reig. By thrusting out a Torch from yonder Tower Which once discern'd shewes that her meaning is No way to that for weaknesse which she entred Enter Pucell on the top thrusting out a Torch burning Pucell Behold this is the happy Wedding Torch That ioyneth Roan vnto her Countreymen But burning fatall to the Talbonites Bastard See Noble Charles the Beacon of our friend The burning Torch in yonder Turret stands Charles Now shine it like a Commet of Reuenge A Prophet to the fall of all our Foes Reig. Deferre no time delayes haue dangerous ends Enter and cry the Dolphin presently And then doe execution on the Watch. Alarum An Alarum Talbot in an Excursion Talb. France thou shalt rue this Treason with thy teares If Talbot but suruiue thy Trecherie Pucell that Witch that damned Sorceresse Hath wrought this Hellish Mischiefe vnawares That hardly we escap't the Pride of France Exit An Alarum Excursions Bedford brought in sicke in a Chayre Enter Talbot and Burgonie without within Pucell Charles Bastard and Reigneir on the Walls Pucell God morrow Gallants want ye Corn for Bread I thinke the Duke of Burgonie will fast Before hee 'le buy againe at such a rate 'T was full of Darnell doe you like the taste Burg. Scoffe on vile Fiend and shamelesse Curtizan I trust ere long to choake thee with thine owne And make thee curse the Haruest of that Corne. Charles Your Grace may starue perhaps before that time Bedf. Oh let no words but deedes reuenge this Treason Pucell What will you doe good gray-beard Breake a Launce and runne a-Tilt at Death Within a Chayre Talb. Foule Fiend of France and Hag of all despight Incompass'd with thy lustfull Paramours Becomes it thee to taunt his valiant Age And twit with Cowardise a man halfe dead Damsell I le haue a bowt with you againe Or else let Talbot perish with this shame Pucell Are ye so hot Sir yet Pucell hold thy peace If Talbot doe but Thunder Raine will follow They whisper together in counsell God speed the Parliament who shall be the Speaker Talb. Dare yee come forth and meet vs in the field Pucell Belike your Lordship takes vs then for fooles To try if that our owne be ours or no. Talb. I speake not to that rayling Hecate But vnto thee Alanson and the rest Will ye like Souldiors come and fight it out Alans Seignior no. Talb. Seignior hang base Muleters of France Like Pesant foot-Boyes doe they keepe the Walls And dare not take vp Armes like Gentlemen Pucell Away Captaines let 's get vs from the Walls For Talbot meanes no goodnesse by his Lookes God b'uy my Lord we came but to tell you That wee are here Exeunt from the Walls Talb. And there will we be too ere it be long Or else reproach be Talbots greatest fame Vow Burgonie by honor of thy House Prickt on by publike Wrongs sustain'd in France Either to get the Towne againe or dye And I
my leaue of thee faire Sonne Borne to eclipse thy Life this afternoone Come side by side together liue and dye And Soule with Soule from France to Heauen flye Exit Alarum Excursions wherein Talbots Sonne is hemm'd about and Talbot rescues him Talb. Saint George and Victory fight Souldiers fight The Regent hath with Talbot broke his word And left vs to the rage of France his Sword Where is Iohn Talbot pawse and take thy breath I gaue thee Life and rescu'd thee from Death Iohn O twice my Father twice am I thy Sonne The Life thou gau'st me first was lost and done Till with thy Warlike Sword despight of Fate To my determin'd time thou gau'st new date Talb. When frō the Dolphins Crest thy Sword struck fire It warm'd thy Fathers heart with prowd desire Of bold-fac't Victorie Then Leaden Age Quicken'd with Youthfull Spleene and Warlike Rage Beat downe Alanson Orleance Burgundie And from the Pride of Gallia rescued thee The irefull Bastard Orleance that drew blood From thee my Boy and had the Maidenhood Of thy first fight I soone encountred And interchanging blowes I quickly shed Some of his Bastard blood and in disgrace Bespoke him thus Contaminated base And mis-begotten blood I spill of thine Meane and right poore for that pure blood of mine Which thou didst force from Talbot my braue Boy Here purposing the Bastard to destroy Came in strong rescue Speake thy Fathers care Art thou not wearie Iohn How do'st thou fare Wilt thou yet leaue the Battaile Boy and flie Now thou art seal'd the Sonne of Chiualrie Flye to reuenge my death when I am dead The helpe of one stands me in little stead Oh too much folly is it well I wot To hazard all our liues in one small Boat If I to day dye not with Frenchmens Rage To morrow I shall dye with mickle Age. By me they nothing gaine and if I stay 'T is but the shortning of my Life one day In thee thy Mother dyes our Households Name My Deaths Reuenge thy Youth and Englands Fame All these and more we hazard by thy stay All these are sau'd if thou wilt flye away Iohn The Sword of Orleance hath not made me smart These words of yours draw Life-blood from my Heart On that aduantage bought with such a shame To saue a paltry Life and slay bright Fame Before young Talbot from old Talbot flye The Coward Horse that beares me fall and dye And like me to the pesant Boyes of France To be Shames scorne and subiect of Mischance Surely by all the Glorie you haue wonne And if I flye I am not Talbots Sonne Then talke no more of flight it is no boot If Sonne to Talbot dye at Talbots foot Talb. Then follow thou thy desp'rate Syre of Creet Thou Icarus thy Life to me is sweet If thou wilt fight fight by thy Fathers side And commendable prou'd let 's dye in pride Exit Alarum Excursions Enter old Talbot led Talb. Where is my other Life mine owne is gone O where 's young Talbot where is valiant Iohn Triumphant Death smear'd with Captiuitie Young Talbots Valour makes me smile at thee When he perceiu'd me shrinke and on my Knee His bloodie Sword he brandisht ouer mee And like a hungry Lyon did commence Rough deeds of Rage and sterne Impatience But when my angry Guardant stood alone Tendring my ruine and assayl'd of none Dizzie-ey'd Furie and great rage of Heart Suddenly made him from my side to start Into the clustring Battaile of the French And in that Sea of Blood my Boy did drench His ouer-mounting Spirit and there di'de My Icarus my Blossome in his pride Enter with Iohn Talbot borne Seru. O my deare Lord loe where your Sonne is borne Tal. Thou antique Death which laugh'st vs here to scorn Anon from thy insulting Tyrannie Coupled in bonds of perpetuitie Two Talbots winged through the lither Skie In thy despight shall scape Mortalitie O thou whose wounds become hard fauoured death Speake to thy father ere thou yeeld thy breath Braue death by speaking whither he will or no Imagine him a Frenchman and thy Foe Poore Boy he smiles me thinkes as who should say Had Death bene French then Death had dyed to day Come come and lay him in his Fathers armes My spirit can no longer beare these harmes Souldiers adieu I haue what I would haue Now my old armes are yong Iohn Talbots graue Dyes Enter Charles Alanson Burgundie Bastard and Pucell Char. Had Yorke and Somerset brought rescue in We should haue found a bloody day of this Bast How the yong whelpe of Talbots raging wood Did flesh his punie-sword in Frenchmens blood Puc Once I encountred him and thus I said Thou Maiden youth be vanquisht by a Maide But with a proud Maiesticall high scorne He answer'd thus Yong Talbot was not borne To be the pillage of a Giglot Wench So rushing in the bowels of the French He left me proudly as vnworthy fight Bur. Doubtlesse he would haue made a noble Knight See where he lyes inherced in the armes Of the most bloody Nursser of his harmes Bast Hew them to peeces hack their bones assunder Whose life was Englands glory Gallia's wonder Char. Oh no forbeare For that which we haue fled During the life let vs not wrong it dead Enter Lucie Lu. Herald conduct me to the Dolphins Tent To know who hath obtain'd the glory of the day Char. On what submissiue message art thou sent Lucy Submission Dolphin Ti◠a meere French word We English Warriours wot not what it meanes I come to know what Prisoner thou hast tane And to suruey the bodies of the dead Char. For prisoners askst thou Hell our prison is But tell me whom thou seek'st Luc. But where 's the great Alcides of the field Valiant Lord Talbot Earle of Shrewsbury Created for his rare successe in Armes Great Earle of Washford Waterford and Valence Lord Talbot of Goodrig and Vrchinfield Lord Strange of Blackmere Lord Verdon of Alton Lord Cromwell of Wingefield Lord Furniuall of Sheffeild The thrice victorious Lord of Falconbridge Knight of the Noble Order of S. George Worthy S. Michael and the Golden Fleece Great Marshall to Henry the sixt Of all his Warres within the Realme of France Puc Heere 's a silly stately stile indeede The Turke that two and fiftie Kingdomes hath Writes not so tedious a Stile as this Him that thou magnifi'st with all these Titles Stinking and fly-blowne lyes heere at our feete Lucy Is Talbot slaine the Frenchmens only Scourge Your Kingdomes terror and blacke Nemesis Oh were mine eye-balles into Bullets turn'd That I in rage might shoot them at your faces Oh that I could but call these dead to life It were enough to fright the Realme of France Were but his Picture left amongst you here It would amaze the prowdest of you all Giue me their Bodyes that I may beare them hence And giue them Buriall as beseemes their worth Pucel I thinke this vpstart is old Talbots
Warre Richard I le proue the contrary if you 'le heare mee speake Yorke Thou canst not Sonne it is impossible Richard An Oath is of no moment being not tooke Before a true and lawfull Magistrate That hath authoritie ouer him that sweares Henry had none but did vsurpe the place Then seeing 't was he that made you to depose Your Oath my Lord is vaine and friuolous Therefore to Armes and Father doe but thinke How sweet a thing it is to weare a Crowne Within whose Circuit is Elizium And all that Poets faine of Blisse and Ioy. Why doe we linger thus I cannot rest Vntill the White Rose that I weare be dy'de Euen in the luke-warme blood of Henries heart Yorke Richard ynough I will be King or dye Brother thou shalt to London presently And whet on Warwick to this Enterprise Thou Richard shalt to the Duke of Norfolke And tell him priuily of our intent You Edward shall vnto my Lord Cobham With whom the Kentishmen will willingly rise In them I trust for they are Souldiors Wittie courteous liberall full of spirit While you are thus imploy'd what resteth more But that I seeke occasion how to rise And yet the King not priuie to my Drift Nor any of the House of Lancaster Enter Gabriel But stay what Newes Why comm'st thou in such poste Gabriel The Queene With all the Northerne Earles and Lords Intend here to besiege you in your Castle She is hard by with twentie thousand men And therefore fortifie your Hold my Lord. Yorke I with my Sword What think'st thou that we feare them Edward and Richard you shall stay with me My Brother Mountague shall poste to London Let Noble Warwicke Cobham and the rest Whom we haue left Protectors of the King With powrefull Pollicie strengthen themselues And trust not simple Henry nor his Oathes Mount Brother I goe I le winne them feare it not And thus most humbly I doe take my leaue Exit Mountague Enter Mortimer and his Brother York Sir Iohn and Sir Hugh Mortimer mine Vnckles You are come to Sandall in a happie houre The Armie of the Queene meane to besiege vs. Iohn Shee shall not neede wee 'le meete her in the field Yorke What with fiue thousand men Richard I with fiue hundred Father for a neede A Woman's generall what should we feare A March afarre off Edward I heare their Drummes Let 's set our men in order And issue forth and bid them Battaile straight Yorke Fiue men to twentie though the oddes be great I doubt not Vnckle of our Victorie Many a Battaile haue I wonne in France When as the Enemie hath beene tenne to one Why should I not now haue the like successe Alarum Exit Enter Rutland and his Tutor Rutland Ah whither shall I flye to scape their hands Ah Tutor looke where bloody Clifford comes Enter Clifford Clifford Chaplaine away thy Priesthood saues thy life As for the Brat of this accursed Duke Whose Father slew my Father he shall dye Tutor And I my Lord will beare him company Clifford Souldiers away with him Tutor Ah Clifford murther not this innocent Child Least thou be hated both of God and Man Exit Clifford How now is he dead alreadie Or is it feare that makes him close his eyes I le open them Rutland So looks the pent-vp Lyon o're the Wretch That trembles vnder his deuouring Pawes And so he walkes insulting o're his Prey And so be comes to rend his Limbes asunder Ah gentle Clifford kill me with thy Sword And not with such a cruell threatning Looke Sweet Clifford heare me speake before I dye I am too meane a subiect for thy Wrath Be thou reueng'd on men and let me liue Clifford In vaine thou speak'st poore Boy My Fathers blood hath stopt the passage Where thy words should enter Rutland Then let my Fathers blood open it againe He is a man and Clifford cope with him Clifford Had I thy Brethren here their liues and thine Were not reuenge sufficient for me No if I digg'd vp thy fore-fathers Graues And hung their rotten Coffins vp in Chaynes It could not slake mine ire nor ease my heart The sight of any of the House of Yorke Is as a furie to torment my Soule And till I root out their accursed Line And leaue not one aliue I liue in Hell Therefore Rutland Oh let me pray before I take my death To thee I pray sweet Clifford pitty me Clifford Such pitty as my Rapiers point affords Rutland I neuer did thee harme why wilt thou slay me Clifford Thy Father hath Rutland But 't was ere I was borne Thou hast one Sonne for his sake pitty me Least in reuenge thereof sith God is iust He be as miserably slaine as I. Ah let me liue in Prison all my dayes And when I giue occasion of offence Then let me dye for now thou hast no cause Clifford No cause thy Father slew my Father therefore dye Rutland Dij faciant laudis summa sit ista tuae Clifford Plantagenet I come Plantagenet And this thy Sonnes blood cleauing to my Blade Shall rust vpon my Weapon till thy blood Congeal'd with this doe make me wipe off both Exit Alarum Enter Richard Duke of Yorke Yorke The Army of the Queene hath got the field My Vnckle 's both are slaine in rescuing me And all my followers to the eager foe Turne back and flye like Ships before the Winde Or Lambes pursu'd by hunger-starued Wolues My Sonnes God knowes what hath bechanced them But this I know they haue demean'd themselues Like men borne to Renowne by Life or Death Three times did Richard make a Lane to me And thrice cry'de Courage Father fight it out And full as oft came Edward to my side With Purple Faulchion painted to the Hilt In blood of those that had encountred him And when the hardyest Warriors did retyre Richard cry'de Charge and giue no foot of ground And cry'de A Crowne or else a glorious Tombe A Scepter or an Earthly Sepulchre With this we charg'd againe but out alas We bodg'd againe as I haue seene a Swan With bootlesse labour swimme against the Tyde And spend her strength with ouer-matching Waues A short Alarum within Ah hearke the fatall followers doe pursue And I am faint and cannot flye their furie And were I strong I would not shunne their furie The Sands are numbred that makes vp my Life Here must I stay and here my Life must end Enter the Queene Clifford Northumberland the young Prince and Souldiers Come bloody Clifford rough Northumberland I dare your quenchlesse furie to more rage I am your Butt and I abide your Shot Northumb. Yeeld to our mercy proud Plantagenet Clifford I to such mercy as his ruthlesse Arme With downe-right payment shew'd vnto my Father Now Phaeton hath tumbled from his Carre And made an Euening at the Noone-tide Prick Yorke My ashes as the Phoenix may bring forth A Bird that will reuenge vpon you all And in that hope I throw mine eyes to
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
vs or thee Enter the Poste Post My Lord Ambassador These Letters are for you Speakes to Warwick Sent from your Brother Marquesse Montague These from our King vnto your Maiesty To Lewis And Madam these for you To Margaret From whom I know not They all reade their Letters Oxf. I like it well that our faire Queene and Mistris Smiles at her newes while Warwicke frownes at his Prince Ed. Nay marke how Lewis stampes as he were netled I hope all 's for the best Lew. Warwicke what are thy Newes And yours faire Queene Mar. Mine such as fill my heart with vnhop'd ioyes War Mine full of sorrow and hearts discontent Lew. What has your King married the Lady Grey And now to sooth your Forgery and his Sends me a Paper to perswade me Patience Is this th' Alliance that he seekes with France Dare he presume to scorne vs in this manner Mar. I told your Maiesty as much before This proueth Edwards Loue and Warwickes honesty War King Lewis I heere protest in sight of heauen And by the hope I haue of heauenly blisse That I am cleere from this misdeed of Edwards No more my King for he dishonors me But most himselfe if he could see his shame Did I forget that by the House of Yorke My Father came vntimely to his death Did I let passe th' abuse done to my Neece Did I impale him with the Regall Crowne Did I put Henry from his Natiue Right And am I guerdon'd at the last with Shame Shame on himselfe for my Desert is Honor. And to repaire my Honor lost for him I heere renounce him and returne to Henry My Noble Queene let former grudges passe And henceforth I am thy true Seruitour I will reuenge his wrong to Lady Bona And replant Henry in his former state Mar. Warwicke These words haue turn'd my Hate to Loue And I forgiue and quite forget old faults And ioy that thou becom'st King Henries Friend War So much his Friend I his vnfained Friend That if King Lewis vouchsafe to furnish vs With some few Bands of chosen Soldiours I le vndertake to Land them on our Coast And force the Tyrant from his seat by Warre 'T is not his new-made Bride shall succour him And as for Clarence as my Letters tell me Hee 's very likely now to fall from him For matching more for wanton Lust then Honor Or then for strength and safety of our Country Bona. Deere Brother how shall Bona be reueng'd But by thy helpe to this distressed Queene Mar. Renowned Prince how shall Poore Henry liue Vnlesse thou rescue him from foule dispaire Bona. My quarrel and this English Queens are one War And mine faire Lady Bona ioynes with yours Lew. And mine with hers and thine and Margarets Therefore at last I firmely am resolu'd You shall haue ayde Mar. Let me giue humble thankes for all at once Lew. Then Englands Messenger returne in Poste And tell false Edward thy supposed King That Lewis of France is sending ouer Maskers To reuell it with him and his new Bride Thou seest what 's past go feare thy King withall Bona. Tell him in hope hee 'l proue a widower shortly I weare the Willow Garland for his sake Mar. Tell him my mourning weeds are layde aside And I am ready to put Armor on War Tell him from me that he hath done me wrong And therefore I le vn-Crowne him er 't be long There 's thy reward be gone Exit Post Lew. But Warwicke Thou and Oxford with fiue thousand men Shall crosse the Seas and bid false Edward battaile And as occasion serues this Noble Queen And Prince shall follow with a fresh Supply Yet ere thou go but answer me one doubt What Pledge haue we of thy firme Loyalty War This shall assure my constant Loyalty That if our Queene and this young Prince agree I le ioyne mine eldest daughter and my Ioy To him forthwith in holy Wedlocke bands Mar. Yes I agree and thanke you for your Motion Sonne Edward she is Faire and Vertuous Therefore delay not giue thy hand to Warwicke And with thy hand thy faith irreuocable That onely Warwickes daughter shall be thine Prin. Ed. Yes I accept her for she well deserues it And heere to pledge my Vow I giue my hand He giues his hand to Warw. Lew. Why stay we now These soldiers shal be leuied And thou Lord Bourbon our High Admirall Shall waft them ouer with our Royall Fleete I long till Edward fall by Warres mischance For mocking Marriage with a Dame of France Exeunt Manet Warwicke War I came from Edward as Ambassador But I returne his sworne and mortall Foe Matter of Marriage was the charge he gaue me But dreadfull Warre shall answer his demand Had he none else to make a stale but me Then none but I shall turne his Iest to Sorrow I was the Cheefe that rais'd him to the Crowne And I le be Cheefe to bring him downe againe Not that I pitty Henries misery But seeke Reuenge on Edwards mockery Exit Enter Richard Clarence Somerset and Mountague Rich. Now tell me Brother Clarence what thinke you Of this new Marriage with the Lady Gray Hath not our Brother made a worthy choice Cla. Alas you know t is farre from hence to France How could he stay till Warwicke made returne Som. My Lords forbeare this talke heere comes the King Flourish Enter King Edward Lady Grey Penbrooke Stafford Hastings foure stand on one side and foure on the other Rich. And his well-chosen Bride Clarence I minde to tell him plainly what I thinke King Now Brother of Clarence How like you our Choyce That you stand pensiue as halfe malecontent Clarence As well as Lewis of France Or the Earle of Warwicke Which are so weake of courage and in iudgement That they 'le take no offence at our abuse King Suppose they take offence without a cause They are but Lewis and Warwicke I am Edward Your King and Warwickes and must haue my will Rich. And shall haue your will because our King Yet hastie Marriage seldome proueth well King Yea Brother Richard are you offended too Rich. Not I no God forbid that I should wish them seuer'd Whom God hath ioyn'd together I and 't were pittie to sunder them That yoake so well together King Setting your skornes and your mislike aside Tell me some reason why the Lady Grey Should not become my Wife and Englands Queene And you too Somerset and Mountague Speake freely what you thinke Clarence Then this is mine opinion That King Lewis becomes your Enemie For mocking him about the Marriage Of the Lady Bona. Rich. And Warwicke doing what you gaue in charge Is now dis-honored by this new Marriage King What if both Lewis and Warwick be appeas'd By such inuention as I can deuise Mount Yet to haue ioyn'd with France in such alliance Would more haue strength'ned this our Commonwealth ' Gainst forraine stormes then any home-bred Marriage Hast. Why knowes not Mountague that of
to goe loose any longer you must be pinnion'd Euans Why this is Lunaticks this is madde as a mad dogge Shall Indeed M. Ford thi is not well indeed Ford. So say I too Sir come hither Mistris Ford Mistris Ford the honest woman the modest wife the vertuous creature that hath the iealious foole to her husband I suspect without cause Mistris do I Mist Ford. Heauen be my witnesse you doe if you suspect me in any dishonesty Ford. Well said Brazon-face hold it out Come forth sirrah Page This passes Mist Ford. Are you not asham'd let the cloths alone Ford. I shall finde you anon Eua. 'T is vnreasonable will you take vp your wiues cloathes Come away Ford. Empty the basket I say M. Ford. Why man why Ford. Master Page as I am a man there was one conuay'd out of my house yesterday in this basket why may not he be there againe in my house I am sure he is my Intelligence is true my iealousie is reasonable pluck me out all the linnen Mist Ford. If you find a man there he shall dye a Fleas death Page Heer 's no man Shal. By my fidelity this is not well M r. Ford This wrongs you Euans M r Ford you must pray and not follow the imaginations of your owne heart this is iealousies Ford. Well hee 's not heere I seeke for Page No nor no where else but in your braine Ford. Helpe to search my house this one time if I find not what I seeke shew no colour for my extremity Let me for euer be your Table-sport Let them say of me as iealous as Ford that search'd a hollow Wall-nut for his wiues Lemman Satisfie me once more once more serch with me M. Ford. What hoa Mistris Page come you and the old woman downe my husband will come into the Chamber Ford. Old woman what old woman 's that M. Ford. Why it is my maids Aunt of Brainford Ford. A witch a Queane an olde couzening queane Haue I not forbid her my house She comes of errands do's she We are simple men wee doe not know what 's brought to passe vnder the profession of Fortune-telling She workes by Charmes by Spels by th' Figure such dawbry as this is beyond our Element wee know nothing Come downe you Witch you Hagge you come downe I say Mist Ford. Nay good sweet husband good Gentlemen let him strike the old woman Mist Page Come mother Prat Come giue me your hand Ford. I le Prat-her Out of my doore you Witch you Ragge you Baggage you Poulcat you Runnion out out I le coniure you I le fortune-tell you Mist Page Are you not asham'd I thinke you haue kill'd the poore woman Mist Ford. Nay he will do it 't is a goodly credite for you Ford. Hang her witch Eua. By yea and no I thinke the o' man is a witch indeede I like not when a o' man has a great peard I spie a great peard vnder his muffler Ford. Will you follow Gentlemen I beseech you follow see but the issue of my iealousie If I cry out thus vpon no traile neuer trust me when I open againe Page Let 's obey his humour a little further Come Gentlemen Mist Page Trust me he beate him most pittifully Mist Ford. Nay by th' Masse that he did not he beate him most vnpittifully me thought Mist Page I le haue the cudgell hallow'd and hung ore the Altar it hath done meritorious seruice Mist Ford. What thinke you May we with the warrant of woman hood and the witnesse of a good conscience pursue him with any further reuenge M. Page The spirit of wantonnesse is sure scar'd out of him if the diuell haue him not in fee-simple with fine and recouery he will neuer I thinke in the way of waste attempt vs againe Mist Ford. Shall we tell our husbands how wee haue seru'd him Mist Page Yes by all meanes if it be but to scrape the figures out of your husbands braines if they can find in their hearts the poore vnuertuous fat Knight shall be any further afflicted wee two will still bee the ministers Mist Ford. I le warrant they 'l haue him publiquely sham'd and me thinkes there would be no period to the iest should he not be publikely sham'd Mist Page Come to the Forge with it then shape it I would not haue things coole Exeunt Scena Tertia Enter Host and Bardolfe Bar. Sir the Germane desires to haue three of your horses the Duke himselfe will be to morrow at Court and they are going to meet him Host What Duke should that be comes so secretly I heare not of him in the Court let mee speake with the Gentlemen they speake English Bar. I Sir I le call him to you Host They shall haue my horses but I le make them pay I le sauce them they haue had my houses a week at commaund I haue turn'd away my other guests they must come off I le sawce them come Exeunt Scena Quarta Enter Page Ford Mistris Page Mistris Ford and Euans Eua. 'T is one of the best discretions of a o' man as euer I did looke vpon Page And did he send you both these Letters at an instant Mist Page VVithin a quarter of an houre Ford. Pardon me wife henceforth do what y u wilt I rather will suspect the Sunne with gold Then thee with wantonnes Now doth thy honor stand In him that was of late an Heretike As firme as faith Page 'T is well 't is well no more Be not as extreme in submission as in offence But let our plot go forward Let our wiues Yet once againe to make vs publike sport Appoint a meeting with this old fat-fellow Where we may take him and disgrace him for it Ford. There is no better way then that they spoke of Page How to send him word they 'll meete him in the Parke at midnight Fie fie he 'll neuer come Eu. You say he has bin throwne in the Riuers and has bin greeuously peaten as an old o' man me-thinkes there should be terrors in him that he should not come Me-thinkes his flesh is punish'd hee shall haue no desires Page So thinke I too M. Ford. Deuise but how you 'l vse him whē he comes And let vs two deuise to bring him thether Mis Page There is an old tale goes that Herne the Hunter sometime a keeper heere in Windsor Forrest Doth all the winter time at still midnight Walke round about an Oake with great rag'd-hornes And there he blasts the tree and takes the cattle And make milch-kine yeeld blood and shakes a chaine In a most hideous and dreadfull manner You haue heard of such a Spirit and well you know The superstitious idle-headed-Eld Receiu'd and did deliuer to our age This tale of Herne the Hunter for a truth Page Why yet there want not many that do feare In deepe of night to walke by this Hernes Oake But what of this Mist Ford. Marry this is our deuise That
Iade The valiant heart 's not whipt out of his trade Exit Esc Come hether to me Master Elbow come hither Master Constable how long haue you bin in this place of Constable Elb. Seuen yeere and a halfe sir Esc I thought by the readinesse in the office you had continued in it some time you say seauen yeares together Elb. And a halfe sir Esc Alas it hath beene great paines to you they do you wrong to put you so oft vpon 't Are there not men in your Ward sufficient to serue it Elb. 'Faith sir few of any wit in such matters as they are chosen they are glad to choose me for them I do it for some peece of money and goe through with all Esc Looke you bring mee in the names of some sixe or seuen the most sufficient of your parish Elb. To your Worships house sir Esc To my house fare you well what 's a clocke thinke you Iust. Eleuen Sir Esc I pray you home to dinner with me Iust I humbly thanke you Esc It grieues me for the death of Claudio But there 's no remedie Iust Lord Angelo is seuere Esc It is but needfull Mercy is not it selfe that oft lookes so Pardon is still the nurse of second woe But yet poore Claudio there is no remedie Come Sir Exeunt Scena Secunda Enter Prouost Seruant Ser. Hee 's hearing of a Cause he will come straight I 'le tell him of you Pro. 'Pray you doe I le know His pleasure may be he will relent alas He hath but as offended in a dreame All Sects all Ages smack of this vice and he To die for 't Enter Angelo Ang. Now what 's the matter Prouost Pro. Is it your will Claudio shall die to morrow Ang. Did not I tell thee yea hadst thou not order Why do'st thou aske againe Pro. Lest I might be too rash Vnder your good correction I haue seene When after execution Iudgement hath Repented ore his doome Ang. Goe to let that be mine Doe you your office or giue vp your Place And you shall well be spar'd Pro. I craue your Honours pardon What shall be done Sir with the groaning Iuliet Shee 's very neere her howre Ang. Dispose of her To some more fitter place and that with speed Ser. Here is the sister of the man condemn'd Desires accesse to you Ang. Hath he a Sister Pro. I my good Lord a very vertuous maid And to be shortlie of a Sister-hood If not alreadie Ang. Well let her be admitted See you the Fornicatresse be remou'd Let her haue needfull but not lauish meanes There shall be order for 't Enter Lucio and Isabella Pro. ' Saue your Honour Ang. Stay a little while y' are welcome what 's your will Isab I am a wofull Sutor to your Honour ' Please but your Honor heare me Ang. Well what 's your suite Isab There is a vice that most I doe abhorre And most desire should meet the blow of Iustice For which I would not plead but that I must For which I must not plead but that I am At warre twixt will and will not Ang. Well the matter Isab I haue a brother is condemn'd to die I doe beseech you let it be his fault And not my brother Pro. Heauen giue thee mouing graces Ang. Condemne the fault and not the actor of it Why euery fault 's condemnd ere it be done Mine were the verie Cipher of a Function To fine the faults whose fine stands in record And let goe by the Actor Isab Oh iust but seuere Law I had a brother then heauen keepe your honour Luc. Giue 't not ore so to him againe entreat him Kneele downe before him hang vpon his gowne You are too cold if you should need a pin You could not with more tâ—me tongue desire it To him I say Isab Must he needs die Ang. Maiden no remedie Isab Yes I doe thinke that you might pardon him And neither heauen nor man grieue at the mercy Ang. I will not doe 't Isab But can you if you would Ang. Looke what I will not that I cannot doe Isab But might you doe 't do the world no wrong If so your heart were touch'd with that remorse As mine is to him Ang. Hee 's sentenc'd t is too late Luc. You are too cold Isab Too late why no I that doe speak a word May call it againe well beleeue this No ceremony that to great ones longs Not the Kings Crowne nor the deputed sword The Marshalls Truncheon nor the Iudges Robe Become them with one halfe so good a grace As mercie does If he had bin as you and you as he You would haue slipt like him but he like you Would not haue beene so sterne Ang. Pray you be gone Isab I would to heauen I had your potencie And you were Isabell should it then be thus No I would tell what 't were to be a Iudge And what a prisoner Luc. I touch him there 's the vaine Ang. Your Brother is a forfeit of the Law And you but waste your words Isab Alas alas Why all the soules that were were forfeit once And he that might the vantage best haue tooke Found out the remedie how would you be If he which is the top of Iudgement should But iudge you as you are Oh thinke on that And mercie then will breathe within your lips Like man new made Ang. Be you content faire Maid It is the Law not I condemne your brother Were he my kinsman brother or my sonne It should be thus with him he must die to morrow Isab To morrow oh that 's sodaine Spare him spare him Hee 's not prepar'd for death euen for our kitchins We kill the fowle of season shall we serue heauen With lesse respect then we doe minister To our grosse-selues good good my Lord bethink you Who is it that hath di'd for this offence There 's many haue committed it Luc. I well said Ang. The Law hath not bin dead thogh it hath slept Those many had not dar'd to doe that euill If the first that did th' Edict infringe Had answer'd for his deed Now 't is awake Takes note of what is done and like a Prophet Lookes in a glasse that shewes what future euils Either now or by remissenesse new conceiu'd And so in progresse to be hatc'hd and borne Are now to haue no successiue degrees But here they liue to end Isab Yet shew some pittie Ang. I shew it most of all when I show Iustice For then I pittie those I doe not know Which a dismis'd offence would after gaule And doe him right that answering one foule wrong Liues not to act another Be satisfied Your Brother dies to morrow be content Isab So you must be y e first that giues this sentence And hee that suffers Oh it is excellent To haue a Giants strength but it is tyrannous To vse it like a Giant Luc. That 's well said Isab Could great men thunder As Ioue himselfe do's Ioue would neuer
Lord your Grace is periur'd much Full of deare guiltinesse and therefore this If for my Loue as there is no such cause You will do ought this shall you do for me Your oth I will not trust but go with speed To some forlorne and naked Hermitage Remote from all the pleasures of the world There stay vntill the twelue Celestiall Signes Haue brought about their annuall reckoning If this austere insociable life Change not your offer made in heate of blood If frosts and fasts hard lodging and thin weeds Nip not the gaudie blossomes of your Loue But that it beare this triall and last loue Then at the expiration of the yeare Come challenge me challenge me by these deserts And by this Virgin palme now kissing thine I will be thine and till that instant shut My wofull selfe vp in a mourning house Raining the teares of lamentation For the remembrance of my Fathers death If this thou do denie let our hands part Neither intitled in the others hart Kin. If this or more then this I would denie To flatter vp these powers of mine with rest The sodaine hand of death close vp mine eie Hence euer then my heart is in thy brest Ber. And what to me my Loue and what to me Ros You must be purged too your sins are rack'd You are attaint with faults and periurie Therefore if you my fauor meane to get A tweluemonth shall you spend and neuer rest But seeke the wearie beds of people sicke Du. But what to me my loue but what to me Kat. A wife a beard faire health and honestie With three-fold loue I wish you all these three Du. O shall I say I thanke you gentle wife Kat. Not so my Lord a tweluemonth and a day I le marke no words that smoothfac'd wooers say Come when the King doth to my Ladie come Then if I haue much loue I le giue you some Dum. I le serue thee true and faithfully till then Kath. Yet sweare not least ye be forsworne agen Lon. What saies Maria Mari. At the tweluemonths end I le change my blacke Gowne for a faithfull friend Lon. I le stay with patience but the time is long Mari. The liker you few taller are so yong Ber. Studies my Ladie Mistresse looke on me Behold the window of my heart mine eie What humble suite attends thy answer there Impose some seruice on me for my loue Ros Oft haue I heard of you my Lord Berowne Before I saw you and the worlds large tongue Proclaimes you for a man repleate with mockes Full of comparisons and wounding floutes Which you on all estates will execute That lie within the mercie of your wit To weed this Wormewood from your fruitfull braine And therewithall to win me if you please Without the which I am not to be won You shall this tweluemonth terme from day to day Visite the speechlesse sicke and still conuerse With groaning wretches and your taske shall be With all the fierce endeuour of your wit To enforce the pained impotent to smile Ber. To moue wilde laughter in the throate of death It cannot be it is impossible Mirth cannot moue a soule in agonie Ros Why that 's the way to choke a gibing spirit Whose influence is begot of that loose grace Which shallow laughing hearers giue to fooles A iests prosperitie lies in the eare Of him that heares it neuer in the tongue Of him that makes it then if sickly eares Deaft with the clamors of their owne deare grones Will heare your idle scornes continue then And I will haue you and that fault withall But if they will not throw away that spirit And I shal finde you emptie of that fault Right ioyfull of your reformation Ber. A tweluemonth Well befall what will befall I le iest a tweluemonth in an Hospitall Qu. I sweet my Lord and so I take my leaue King No Madam we will bring you on your way Ber. Our woing doth not end like an old Play Iacke hath not Gill these Ladies courtesie Might wel haue made our sport a Comedie Kin. Come sir it wants a tweluemonth and a day And then 't wil end Ber. That 's too long for a play Enter Braggart Brag. Sweet Maiesty vouchsafe me Qu. Was not that Hector Dum. The worthie Knight of Troy Brag. I wil kisse thy royal finger and take leaue I am a Votarie I haue vow'd to Iaquenetta to holde the Plough for her sweet loue three yeares But most esteemed greatnesse wil you heare the Dialogue that the two Learned men haue compiled in praise of the Owle and the Cuckow It should haue followed in the end of our shew Kin. Call them forth quickely we will do so Brag. Holla Approach Enter all This side is Hiems Winter This Ver the Spring the one maintained by the Owle Th' other by the Cuckow Ver begin The Song When Dasies pied and Violets blew And Cuckow-buds of yellow hew And Ladie-smockes all siluer white Do paint the Medowes with delight The Cuckow then on euerie tree Mockes married men for thus sings he Cuckow Cuckow Cuckow O word of feare Vnpleasing to a married eare When Shepheards pipe on Oaten strawes And merrie Larkes are Ploughmens clockes When Turtles tread and Rookes and Dawes And Maidens bleach their summer smockes The Cuckow then on euerie tree Mockes married men for thus sings he Cuckow Cuckow Cuckow O word of feare Vnpleasing to a married eare Winter When Isicles hang by the wall And Dicke the Sphepheard blowes his naile And Tom beares Logges into the hall And Milke comes frozen home in paile When blood is nipt and waies be fowle Then nightly sings the staring Owle Tu-whit to-who A merrie note While greasie Ione doth keele the pot When all aloud the winde doth blow And cossing drownes the Parsons saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marrians nose lookes red and raw When roasted Crabs hisse in the bowle Then nightly sings the staring Owle Tu-whit to who A merrie note While greasie Ione doth keele the pot Brag. The Words of Mercurie Are harsh after the songs of Apollo You that way we this way Exeunt omnes FINIS A MIDSOMMER Nights Dreame Actus primus Enter Theseus Hippolita with others Theseus NOw faire Hippolita our nuptiall houre Drawes on apace foure happy daies bring in Another Moon but oh me thinkes how slow This old Moon wanes She lingers my desires Like to a Step-dame or a Dowager Long withering out a yong mans reuennew Hip. Foure daies wil quickly steep thēselues in nights Foure nights wil quickly dreame away the time And then the Moone like to a siluer bow Now bent in heauen shal behold the night Of our solemnities The. Go Philostrate Stirre vp the Athenian youth to merriments Awake the pert and nimble spirit of mirth Turne melancholy forth to Funerals The pale companion is not for our pompe Hippolita I woo'd thee with my sword And wonne thy loue doing thee iniuries But I will wed thee in another
then vaste hell can hold That is the mad man The Louer all as franticke Sees Helens beauty in a brow of Egipt The Poets eye in a fine frenzy rolling doth glance From heauen to earth from earth to heauen And as imagination bodies forth the forms of things Vnknowne the Poets pen turnes them to shapes And giues to aire nothing a locall habitation And a name Such tricks hath strong imagination That if it would but apprehend some ioy It comprehends some bringer of that ioy Or in the night imagining some feare How easie is a bush suppos'd a Beare Hip. But all the storie of the night told ouer And all their minds transfigur'd so together More witnesseth than fancies images And growes to something of great constancie But howsoeuer strange and admirable Enter louers Lysander Demetrius Hermia and Helena The. Heere come the louers full of ioy and mirth Ioy gentle friends ioy and fresh dayes Of loue accompany your hearts Lys More then to vs waite in your royall walkes your boord your bed The. Come now what maskes what dances shall we haue To weare away this long age of three houres Between our after supper and bed-time Where is our vsuall manager of mirth What Reuels are in hand Is there no play To ease the anguish of a torturing houre Call Egeus Ege Heere mighty Theseus The. Say what abridgement haue you for this euening What maske What musicke How shall we beguile The lazie time if not with some delight Ege There is a breefe how many sports are rife Make choise of which your Highnesse will see first Lis The battell with the Centaurs to be sung By an Athenian Eunuch to the Harpe The. Wee 'l none of that That haue I told my Loue In glory of my kinsman Hercules Lis The riot of the tipsie Bachanals Tearing the Thracian singer in their rage The. That is an old deuice and it was plaid When I from Thebes came last a Conqueror Lis The thrice three Muses mourning for the death of learning late deceast in beggerie The. That is some Satire keene and criticall Not sorting with a nuptiall ceremonie Lis A tedious breefe Scene of yong Piramus And his loue Thisby very tragicall mirth The. Merry and tragicall Tedious and briefe That is hot ice and wondrous strange snow How shall wee finde the concord of this discord Ege A play there is my Lord some ten words long Which is as breefe as I haue knowne a play But by ten words my Lord it is too long Which makes it tedious For in all the play There is not one word apt one Player fitted And tragicall my noble Lord it is for Piramus Therein doth kill himselfe Which when I saw Rehearst I must confesse made mine eyes water But more metrie teares the passion of loud laughter Neuer shed Thes What are they that do play it Ege Hard handed men that worke in Athens heere Which neuer labour'd in their mindes till now And now haue toyled their vnbreathed memories With this same play against your nuptiall The. And we will heare it Phi. No my noble Lord it is not for you I haue heard It ouer and it is nothing nothing in the world Vnlesse you can finde sport in their intents Extreamely stretcht and cond with cruell paine To doe you seruice Thes I will heare that play For neuer any thing Can be amisse when simplenesse and duty tender it Goe bring them in and take your places Ladies Hip. I loue not to see wretchednesse orecharged And duty in his seruice perishing Thes Why gentle sweet you shall see no such thing Hip. He saies they can doe nothing in this kinde Thes The kinder we to giue them thanks for nothing Our sport shall be to take what they mistake And what poore duty cannot doe noble respect Takes it in might not merit Where I haue come great Clearkes haue purposed To greete me with premeditated welcomes Where I haue seene them shiuer and looke pale Make periods in the midst of sentences Throttle their practiz'd accent in their feares And in conclusion dumbly haue broke off Not paying me a welcome Trust me sweete Out of this silence yet I pickt a welcome And in the modesty of fearefull duty I read as much as from the ratling tongue Of saucy and audacious eloquence Loue therefore and tongue-tide simplicity In least speake most to my capacity Egeus So please your Grace the Prologue is addrest Duke Let him approach Flor. Trum. Enter the Prologue Quince Pro. If we offend it is with our good will That you should thinke we come not to offend But with good will To shew our simple skill That is the true beginning of our end Consider then we come but in despight We do not come as minding to content you Our true intent is All for your delight We are not heere That you should here repent you The Actors are at hand and by their show You shall know all that you are like to know Thes This fellow doth not stand vpon points Lys He hath rid his Prologue like a rough Colt he knowes not the stop A good morall my Lord. It is not enough to speake but to speake true Hip. Indeed hee hath plaid on his Prologue like a childe on a Recorder a sound but not in gouernment Thes His speech was like a tangled chaine nothing impaired but all disordered Who is next Tawyer with a Trumpet before them Enter Pyramus and Thisby Wall Moone-shine and Lyon Prol. Gentles perchance you wonder at this show But wonder on till truth make all things plaine This man is Piramus if you would know This beauteous Lady Thisby is certaine This man with lyme and rough-cast doth present Wall that vile wall which did these louers sunder And through walls chink poor soules they are content To whisper At the which let no man wonder This man with Lanthorne dog and bush of thorne Presenteth moone-shine For if you will know By moone-shine did these Louers thinke no scorne To meet at Ninus toombe there there to wooe This grizy beast which Lyon hight by name The trusty Thisby comming first by night Did scarre away or rather did affright And as she fled her mantle she did fall Which Lyon vile with bloody mouth did staine Anon comes Piramus sweet youth and tall And findes his Thisbies Mantle slaine Whereat with blade with bloody blamefull blade He brauely broacht his boiling bloudy breast And Thisby tarrying in Mulberry shade His dagger drew and died For all the rest Let Lyon Moone-shine Wall and Louers twaine At large discourse while here they doe remaine Exit all but Wall Thes I wonder if the Lion be to speake Deme. No wonder my Lord one Lion may when many Asses doe Exit Lyon Thisbie and Mooneshine Wall In this same Interlude it doth befall That I one Snowt by name present a wall And such a wall as I vvould haue you thinke That had in it a crannied hole or chinke Through which the Louers
and yet enough May not extend so farre as to the Ladie And yet to be afeard of my deseruing Were but a weake disabling of my selfe As much as I deserue why that 's the Lady I doe in birth deserue her and in fortunes In graces and in qualities of breeding But more then these in loue I doe deserue What if I strai'd no farther but chose here Let 's see once more this saying grau'd in gold Who chooseth me shall gaine what many men desire Why that 's the Lady all the world desires her From the foure corners of the earth they come To kisse this shrine this mortall breathing Saint The Hircanion deserts and the vaste wildes Of wide Arabia are as through fares now For Princes to come view faire Portia The waterie Kingdome whose ambitious head Spets in the face of heauen is no barre To stop the forraine spirits but they come As ore a brooke to see faire Portia One of these three containes her heauenly picture Is' t like that Lead containes her 't were damnation To thinke so base a thought it were too grose To rib her searecloath in the obscure graue Or shall I thinke in Siluer she 's immur'd Being ten times vndervalued to tride gold O sinfull thought neuer so rich a Iem Was set in worse then gold They haue in England A coyne that beares the figure of an Angell Stampt in gold but that 's insculpt vpon But here an Angell in a golden bed Lies all within Deliuer me the key Here doe I choose and thriue I as I may Por. There take it Prince and if my forme lye there Then I am yours Mor. O hell what haue we here a carrion death Within whose emptie eye there is a written scroule I le reade the writing All that glisters is not gold Often haue you heard that cold Many a man his life hath sold But my outside to behold Guilded timber doe wormes infold Had you beene as wise as bold Yong in limbs in iudgement old Your answere had not beene inscrold Fare you well your suite is cold Mor. Cold indeede and labour lost Then farewell heate and welcome frost Portia adew I haue too grieu'd a heart To take a tedious leaue thus loosers part Exit Por. A gentle riddance draw the curtaines go Let all of his complexion choose me so Exeunt Enter Salarino and Solanio Flo. Cornets Sal. Why man I saw Bassanio vnder sayle With him is Gratiano gone along And in their ship I am sure Lorenzo is not Sol. The villaine Iew with outcries raisd the Duke Who went with him to search Bassanios ship Sal. He comes too late the ship was vndersaile But there the Duke was giuen to vnderstand That in a Gondilo were seene together Lorenzo and his amorous Iessica Besides Anthonio certified the Duke They were not with Bassanio in his ship Sol. I neuer heard a passion so confusd So strange outragious and so variable As the dogge Iew did vtter in the streets My daughter O my ducats O my daughter Fled with a Christian O my Christian ducats Iustice the law my ducats and my daughter A sealed bag two sealed bags of ducats Of double ducats stolne from me by my daughter And iewels two stones two rich and precious stones Stolne by my daughter iustice finde the girle She hath the stones vpon her and the ducats Sal. Why all the boyes in Venice follow him Crying his stones his daughter and his ducats Sol. Let good Anthonio looke he keepe his day Or he shall pay for this Sal. Marry well remembred I reason'd with a Frenchman yesterday Who told me in the narrow seas that part The French and English there miscaried A vessell of our countrey richly fraught I thought vpon Anthonio when he told me And wisht in silence that it were not his Sol. Yo were best to tell Anthonio what you heare Yet doe not suddainely for it may grieue him Sal. A kinder Gentleman treads not the earth I saw Bassanio and Anthonio part Bassanio told him he would make some speede Of his returne he answered doe not so Slubber not businesse for my sake Bassanio But stay the very riping of the time And for the Iewes bond which he hath of me Let it not enter in your minde of loue Be merry and imploy your chiefest thoughts To courtship and such faire ostents of loue As shall conueniently become you there And euen there his eye being big with teares Turning his face he put his hand behinde him And with affection wondrous sencible He wrung Bassanios hand and so they parted Sol. I thinke he onely loues the world for him I pray thee let vs goe and finde him out And quicken his embraced heauinesse With some delight or other Sal. Doe we so Exeunt Enter Nerrissa and a Seruiture Ner. Quick quick I pray thee draw the curtain strait The Prince of Arragon hath tane his oath And comes to his election presently Enter Arragon his traine and Portia Flor. Cornets Por. Behold there stand the caskets noble Prince If you choose that wherein I am contain'd Straight shall our nuptiall rights be solemniz'd But if thou faile without more speech my Lord You must be gone from hence immediately Ar. I am enioynd by oath to obserue three things First neuer to vnfold to any one Which casket 't was I chose next if I faile Of the right casket neuer in my life To wooe a maide in way of marriage Lastly if I doe faile in fortune of my choyse Immediately to leaue you and be gone Por. To these iniunctions euery one doth sweare That comes to hazard for my worthlesse selfe Ar. And so haue I addrest me fortune now To my hearts hope gold siluer and base lead Who chooseth me must giue and hazard all he hath You shall looke fairer ere I giue or hazard What saies the golden chest ha let me see Who chooseth me shall gaine what many men desire What many men desire that many may be meant By the foole multitude that choose by show Not learning more then the fond eye doth teach Which pries not to th' interior but like the Martlet Builds in the weather on the outward wall Euen in the force and rode of casualtie I will not choose what many men desire Because I will not iumpe with common spirits And ranke me with the barbarous multitudes Why then to thee thou Siluer treasure house Tell me once more what title thou doost beare Who chooseth me shall get as much as he deserues And well said too for who shall goe about To cosen Fortune and be honourable Without the stampe of merrit let none presume To wearâ— an vndeserued dignitie O that estates degrees and offices Were not deriuâ—d corruptly and that cleare honour Were purchast by the merrit of the wearer How many then should couer that stand bare How many be commanded that command How much low pleasantry would then be gleaned From the true seede of honor And how much honor Pickt from the
neer'st of Kin Cry fie vpon my Graue Leo. I ne're heard yet That any of these bolder Vices wanted Lesse Impudence to gaine-say what they did Then to performe it first Her That 's true enough Though 't is a saying Sir not due to me Leo. You will not owne it Her More then Mistresse of Which comes to me in name of Fault I must not At all acknowledge For Polixenes With whom I am accus'd I doe confesse I lou'd him as in Honor he requir'd With such a kind of Loue as might become A Lady like me with a Loue euen such So and no other as your selfe commanded Which not to haue done I thinke had been in me Both Disobedience and Ingratitude To you and toward your Friend whose Loue had spoke Euen since it could speake from an Infant freely That it was yours Now for Conspiracie I know not how it tastes though it be dish'd For me to try how All I know of it Is that Camillo was an honest man And why he left your Court the Gods themselues Wotting no more then I are ignorant Leo. You knew of his departure as you know What you haue vnderta'ne to doe in 's absence Her Sir You speake a Language that I vnderstand not My Life stands in the leuell of your Dreames Which I le lay downe Leo. Your Actions are my Dreames You had a Bastard by Polixenes And I but dream'd it As you were past all shame Those of your Fact are so so past all truth Which to deny concernes more then auailes for as Thy Brat hath been cast out like to it selfe No Father owning it which is indeed More criminall in thee then it so thou Shalt feele out Iustice in whose easiest passage Looke for no lesse then death Her Sir spare your Threats The Bugge which you would fright me with I seeke To me can Life be no commoditie The crowne and comfort of my Life your Fauor I doe giue lost for I doe feele it gone But know not how it went My second Ioy And first Fruits of my body from his presence I am bar'd like one infectious My third comfort Star'd most vnluckily is from my breast The innocent milke in it most innocent mouth Hal'd out to murther My selfe on euery Post Proclaym'd a Strumpet With immodest hatred The Child-bed priuiledge deny'd which longs To Women of all fashion Lastly horried Here to this place i' th' open ayre before I haue got strength of limit Now my Liege Tell me what blessings I haue here aliue That I should feare to die Therefore proceed But yet heare this mistake me not no Life I prize it not a straw but for mine Honor Which I would free if I shall be condemn'd Vpon surmizes all proofes sleeping else But what your Iealousies awake I tell you 'T is Rigor and not Law Your Honors all I doe referre me to the Oracle Apollo be my Iudge Lord. This your request Is altogether iust therefore bring forth And in Apollo's Name his Oracle Her The Emperor of Russia was my Father Oh that he were aliue and here beholding His Daughters Tryall that he did but see The flatnesse of my miserie yet with eyes Of Pitty not Reuenge Officer You here shal sweare vpon this Sword of Iustice That you Cleomines and Dion haue Been both at Delphos and from thence haue brought This seal'd-vp Oracle by the Hand deliuer'd Of great Apollo's Priest and that since then You haue not dar'd to breake the holy Seale Nor read the Secrets in 't Cleo Dio. All this we sweare Leo. Breake vp the Seales and read Officer Hermione is chast Polixenes blamelesse Camillo a true Subiect Leontes a iealous Tyrant his innocent Babe truly begotten and the King shall liue without an Heire if that which is lost be not found Lords Now blessed be the great Apollo Her Praysed Leo Hast thou read truth Offic. I my Lord euen so as it is here set downe Leo. There is no truth at all i' th' Oracle The Sessions shall proceed this is meere falsehood Ser. My Lord the King the King Leo. What is the businesse Ser. O Sir I shall be hated to report it The Prince your Sonne with meere conceit and feare Of the Queenes speed is gone Leo. How gone Ser. Is dead Leo. Apollo's angry and the Heauens themselues Doe strike at my Iniustice How now there Paul This newes is mortall to the Queene Look downe And see what Death is doing Leo. Take her hence Her heart is but o're-charg'd she will recouer I haue too much beleeu'd mine owne suspition ' Beseech you tenderly apply to her Some remedies for life Apollo pardon My great prophanenesse ' gainst thine Oracle I le reconcile me to Polixenes New woe my Queene recall the good Camillo Whom I proclaime a man of Truth of Mercy For being transported by my Iealousies To bloody thoughts and to reuenge I chose Camillo for the minister to poyson My friend Polixenes which had been done But that the good mind of Camillo tardied My swift command though I with Death and with Reward did threaten and encourage him Not doing it and being done he most humane And fill'd with Honor to my Kingly Guest Vnclasp'd my practise quit his fortunes here Which you knew great and to the hazard Of all Incertainties himselfe commended No richer then his Honor How he glisters Through my Rust and how his Pietie Do's my deeds make the blacker Paul Woe the while O cut my Lace least my heart cracking it Breake too Lord. What fit is this good Lady Paul What studied torments Tyrant hast for me What Wheeles Racks Fires What flaying boyling In Leads or Oyles What old or newer Torture Must I receiue whose euery word deserues To taste of thy most worst Thy Tyranny Together working with thy Iealousies Fancies too weake for Boyes too greene and idle For Girles of Nine O thinke what they haue done And then run mad indeed starke-mad for all Thy by-gone fooleries were but spices of it That thou betrayed'st Polixenes 't was nothing That did but shew thee of a Foole inconstant And damnable ingratefull Nor was 't much Thou would'st haue poyson'd good Camillo's Honor To haue him kill a King poore Trespasses More monstrous standing by whereof I reckon The casting forth to Crowes thy Baby-daughter To be or none or little though a Deuill Would haue shed water out of fire ere don't Nor is' t directly layd to thee the death Of the young Prince whose honorable thoughts Thoughts high for one so tender cleft the heart That could conceiue a grosse and foolish Sire Blemish'd his gracious Dam this is not no Layd to thy answere but the last O Lords When I haue said cry woe the Queene the Oueene The sweet'st deer'st creature 's dead vengeance for 't Not drop'd downe yet Lord. The higher powres forbid Pau. I say she 's dead I le swear 't If word nor oath Preuaile not go and see if you can bring Tincture or lustre in her lip
vpon with meruaile Come I le fill your Graue vp stirre nay come away Bequeath to Death your numnesse for from him Deare Life redeemes you you perceiue she stirres Start not her Actions shall be holy as You heare my Spell is lawfull doe not shun her Vntill you see her dye againe for then You kill her double Nay present your Hand When she was young you woo'd her now in age Is she become the Suitor Leo. Oh she 's warme If this be Magick let it be an Art Lawfull as Eating Pol. She embraces him Cam. She hangs about his necke If she pertaine to life let her speake too Pol. I and make it manifest where she ha's liu'd Or how stolne from the dead Paul That she is liuing Were it but told you should be hooted at Like an old Tale but it appeares she liues Though yet she speake not Marke a little while Please you to interpose faire Madam kneele And pray your Mothers blessing turne good Lady Our Perdita is found Her You Gods looke downe And from your sacred Viols poure your graces Vpon my daughters head Tell me mine owne Where hast thou bin preseru'd Where liu'd How found Thy Fathers Court For thou shalt heare that I Knowing by Paulina that the Oracle Gaue hope thou wast in being haue preseru'd My selfe to see the yssue Paul There 's ttme enough for that Leaft they desire vpon this push to trouble Your ioyes with like Relation Go together You precious winners all your exultation Partake to euery one I an old Turtle Will wing me to some wither'd bough and there My Mate that 's neuer to be found againe Lament till I am lost Leo. O peace Paulina Thou shouldst a husband take by my consent As I by thine a Wife This is a Match And made betweene's by Vowes Thou hast found mine But how is to be question'd for I saw her As I thought dead and haue in vaine said many A prayer vpon her graue I le not seeke faire For him I partly know his minde to finde thee An honourable husband Come Camillo And take her by the hand whose worth and honesty Is richly noted and heere iustified By Vs a paire of Kings Let 's from this place What looke vpon my Brother both your pardons That ere I put betweene your holy lookes My ill suspition This your Son-in-law And Sonne vnto the King whom heauens directing Is troth-plight to your daughter Good Paulina Leade vs from hence where we may leysurely Each one demand and answere to his part Perform'd in this wide gap of Time since first We were disseuer'd Hastily lead away Exeunt The Names of the Actors LEontes King of Sicillia Mamillus yong Prince of Sicillia Camillo Foure Lords of Sicillia Antigonus Foure Lords of Sicillia Cleomines Foure Lords of Sicillia Dion Foure Lords of Sicillia Hermione Queene to Leontes Perdita Daughter to Leontes and Hermione Paulina wife to Antigonus Emilia a Lady Polixenes King of Bohemia Florizell Prince of Bohemia Old Shepheard reputed Father of Perdita Clowne his Sonne Autolicus a Rogue Archidamus a Lord of Bohemia Other Lords and Gentlemen and Seruants Shepheards and Shephearddesses FINIS The life and death of King Iohn Actus Primus Scaena Prima Enter King Iohn Queene Elinor Pembroke Essex and Salisbury with the Chattylion of France King Iohn NOw say Chatillion what would France with vs Chat. Thus after greeting speakes the King of France In my behauiour to the Maiesty The borrowed Maiesty of England heere Elea. A strange beginning borrowed Maiesty K. Iohn Silence good mother heare the Embassie Chat. Philip of France in right and true behalfe Of thy deceased brother Geffreyes sonne Arthur Plantagines laies most lawfull claime To this faire Iland and the Territories To Ireland Poyctiers Aniowe Torayne Maine Desiring thee to lay aside the sword Which swaies vsurpingly these seuerall titles And put the same into yong Arthurs hand Thy Nephew and right royall Soueraigne K. Iohn What followes if we disallow of this Chat. The proud controle of fierce and bloudy warre To inforce these rights so forcibly with-held K. Io. Heere haue we wat for war bloud for bloud Controlement for controlement so answer France Chat. Then take my Kings defiance from my mouth The farthest limit of my Embassie K. Iohn Beare mine to him and so depart in peace Be thou as lightning in the eies of France For ere thou canst report I will be there The thunder of my Cannon shall be heard So hence be thou the trumpet of our wraths And sullen presage of your owne decay An honourable conduct let him haue Pembroke looke too 't farewell Chattillion Exit Chat and Pem Ele. What now my sonne haue I not euer said How that ambitious Constance would not coast Till she had kindled France and all the world Vpon the right and party of her sonne This might haue beene preueâ—ed and made whole With very easie arguments of loue Which now the maâ—nage of two kingdomes must With fearefull bloudy issue arbitrate K. Iohn Out strong possession and our right for vs Eli. Your strong possessioÌ„ much more then your right Or else it must go wrong with you and me So much my conscience whispers in your eare Which none but heauen and you and I shall heare Enter a Sheriffe Essex My Liege here is the strangest controuersie Come from the Country to be iudg'd by you That ere I heard shall I produce the men K. Iohn Let them approach Our Abbies and our Priories shall pay This expeditious charge what men are you Enter Robert Faulconbridge and Philip. Philip. Your faithfull subiect I a gentleman Borne in Northamptonshire and eldest sonne As I suppose to Robert Faulconbridge A Souldier by the Honor-giuing-hand Of Cordelion Knighted in the field K. Iohn What art thou Robert The son and heire to that same Faulconbridge K. Iohn Is that the elder and art thou the heyre You came not of one mother then it seemes Philip. Most certain of one mother mighty King That is well knowne and as I thinke one father But for the certaine knowledge of that truth I put you o're to heauen and to my mother Of that I doubt as all mens children may Eli. Out on thee rude man y u dost shame thy mother And wound her honor with this diffidence Phil. I Madame No I haue no reason for it That is my brothers plea and none of mine The which if he can proue a pops me out At least from faire fiue hundred pound a yeere Heauen guard my mothers honor and my Land K. Iohn A good blunt fellow why being yonger born Doth he lay claime to thine inheritance Phil. I know not why except to get the land But once he slanderd me with bastardy But where I be as true begot or no That still I lay vpon my mothers head But that I am as well begot my Liege Faire fall the bones that tooke the paines for me Compare our faces and be Iudge your selfe If old Sir Robert
Without a tongue vsing conceit alone Without eyes eares and harmefull sound of words Then in despight of brooded watchfull day I would into thy bosome poure my thoughts But ah I will not yet I loue thee well And by my troth I thinke thou lou'st me well Hub. So well that what you bid me vndertake Though that my death were adiunct to my Act By heauen I would doe it Iohn Doe not I know thou wouldst Good Hubert Hubert Hubert throw thine eye On you young boy I le tell thee what my friend He is a very serpent in my way And wheresoere this foot of mine doth tread He lies before me dost thou vnderstand me Thou art his keeper Hub. And I le keepe him so That he shall not offend your Maiesty Iohn Death Hub. My Lord. Iohn A Graue Hub. He shall not liue Iohn Enough I could be merry now Hubert I loue thee Well I le not say what I intend for thee Remember Madam Fare you well I le send those powers o're to your Maiesty Ele. My blessing goe with thee Iohn For England Cosen goe Hubert shall be your man attend on you Withal true duetie On toward Callice hoa Exeunt Scaena Tertia Enter France Dolphin Pandulpho Attendants Fra. So by a roaring Tempest on the flood A whole Armado of conuicted saile Is scattered and dis-ioyn'd from fellowship Pand. Courage and comfort all shall yet goe well Fra. What can goe well when we haue runne so ill Are we not beaten Is not Angiers lost Arthur tane prisoner diuers deere friends slaine And bloudy England into England gone Ore-bearing interruption spight of France Dol. What he hath won that hath he fortified So hot a speed with such aduice dispos'd Such temperate order in so fierce a cause Doth want example who hath read or heard Of any kindred-action like to this Fra. Well could I beare that England had this praise So we could finde some patterne of our shame Enter Constance Looke who comes heere a graue vnto a soule Holding th' eternall spirit against her will In the vilde prison of afflicted breath I prethee Lady goe away with me Con. Lo now now see the issue of your peace Fra. Patience good Lady comfort gentle Constance Con. No I defie all Counsell all redresse But that which ends all counsell true Redresse Death death O amiable louely death Thou odoriferous stench sound rottennesse Arise forth from the couch of lasting night Thou hate and terror to prosperitie And I will kisse thy detestable bones And put my eye-balls in thy vaultie browes And ring these fingers with thy houshold wormes And stop this gap of breath with fulsome dust And be a Carrion Monster like thy selfe Come grin on me and I will thinke thou smil'st And busse thee as thy wife Miseries Loue O come to me Fra. O faire affliction peace Con. No no I will not hauing breath to cry O that my tongue were in the thunders mouth Then with a passion would I shake the world And rowze from sleepe that fell Anatomy Which cannot heare a Ladies feeble voyce Which scornes a moderne Inuocation Pand. Lady you vtter madnesse and not sorrow Con. Thou art holy to belye me so I am not mad this haire I teare is mine My name is Constance I was Gâ—ffreyes wife Yong Arthur is my sonne and he is lost I am not mad I would to heauen I were For then 't is like I should forget my selfe O if I could what griefe should I forget Preach some Philosophy to make me mad And thou shalt be Canoniz'd Cardinall For being not mad but sensible of greefe My reasonable part produces reason How I may be deliuer'd of these woes And teaches mee to kill or hang my selfe If I were mad I should forget my sonne Or madly thinke a babe of clowes were he I am not mad too well too well I feele The different plague of each calamitie Fra. Binde vp those tresses O what loue I note In the faire multitude of â—hose her haires Where but by chance a siluer drop hath falne Euen to that drop ten thousand wiery fiends Doe glew themselues in sociable griefe Like true inseparable faithfull loues Sticking together in calamitie Con. To England if you will Fra. Binde vp your haires Con. Yes that I will and wherefore will I do it I tore them from their bonds and cride aloud O that these hands could so redeeme my sonne As they haue giuen these hayres their libertie But now I enuie at their libertie And will againe commit them to their bonds Because my poore childe is a prisoner And Father Cardinall I haue heard you say That we shall see and know our friends in heauen If that be true I shall see my boy againe For since the birth of Caine the first male-childe To him that did but yesterday suspire There was not such a gracious creature borne But now will Canker-sorrow eat my bud And chase the natiue beauty from his cheeke And he will looke as hollow as a Ghost As dim and meager as an Agues fitte And so hee 'll dye and rising so againe When I shall meet him in the Court of heauen I shall not know him therefore neuer neuer Must I behold my pretty Arthur more Pand. You hold too heynous a respect of greefe Const He talkes to me that neuer had a sonne Fra. You are as fond of greefe as of your childe Con. Greefe fils the roome vp of my absent childe Lies in his bed walkes vp and downe with me Puts on his pretty lookes repeats his words Remembets me of all his gracious parts Stuffes out his vacant garments with his forme Then haue I reason to be fond of griefe Fareyouwell had you such a losse as I I could giue better comfort then you doe I will not keepe this forme vpon my head When there is such disorder in my witte O Lord my boy my Arthur my faire sonne My life my ioy my food my all the world My widow-comfort and my sorrowes cure Exit Fra. I feare some out-rage and I le follow her Exit Dol. There 's nothing in this world can make me ioy Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale Vexing the dull eare of a drowsie man And bitter shame hath spoyl'd the sweet words taste That it yeelds nought but shame and bitternesse Pand. Before the curing of a strong disease Euen in the instant of repaire and health The fit is strongest Euils that take leaue On their departure most of all shew euill What haue you lost by losing of this day Dol. All daies of glory ioy and happinesse Pan. If you had won it certainely you had No no when Fortune meanes to men most good Shee lookes vpon them with a threatning eye 'T is strange to thinke how much King Iohn hath lost In this which he accounts so clearely wonne Are not you grieu'd that Arthur is his prisoner Dol. As heartily as he is glad he hath him Pan. Your minde is all as youthfull as
borne this will breake out To all our sorrowes and ere long I doubt Exeunt Io. They burn in indignation I repent Enter Mes There is no sure foundation set on blood No certaine life atchieu'd by others death A fearefull eye thou hast Where is that blood That I haue seene inhabite in those cheekes So foule a skie cleeres not without a storme Poure downe thy weather how goes all in France Mes From France to England neuer such a powre For any forraigne preparation Was leuied in the body of a land The Copie of your speede is learn'd by them For when you should be told they do prepare The tydings comes that they are all arriu'd Ioh. Oh where hath our Intelligence bin drunke Where hath it slept Where is my Mothers care That such an Army could be drawne in France And she not heare of it Mes My Liege her eare Is stopt with dust the first of Aprill di'de Your noble mother and as I heare my Lord The Lady Constance in a frenzie di'de Three dayes before but this from Rumors tongue I idely heard if true or false I know not Iohn With-hold thy speed dreadfull Occasion O make a league with me 'till I haue pleas'd My discontented Peeres What Mother dead How wildely then walkes my Estate in France Vnder whose conduct came those powres of France That thou for truth giu'st out are landed heere Mes Vnder the Dolphin Enter Bastard and Peter of Pomfret Ioh. Thou hast made me giddy With these ill tydings Now What sayes the world To your proceedings Do not seeke to stuffe My head with more ill newes for it is full Bast But if you be a-feard to heare the worst Then let the worst vn-heard fall on your head Iohn Beare with me Cosen for I was amaz'd Vnder the tide but now I breath againe Aloft the flood and can giue audience To any tongue speake it of what it will Bast How I haue sped among the Clergy men The summes I haue collected shall expresse But as I trauail'd hither through the land I finde the people strangely fantasied Possest with rumors full of idle dreames Not knowing what they feare but full of feare And here 's a Prophet that I brought with me From forth the streets of Pomfret whom I found With many hundreds treading on his heeles To whom he sung in rude harsh sounding rimes That ere the next Ascension day at noone Your Highnes should deliuer vp your Crowne Iohn Thou idle Dreamer wherefore didst thou so Pet. Fore-knowing that the truth will fall out so Iohn Hubert away with him imprison him And on that day at noone whereon he sayes I shall yeeld vp my Crowne let him be hang'd Deliuer him to safety and returne For I must vse thee O my gentle Cosen Hear'st thou the newes abroad who are arriu'd Bast The French my Lord mens mouths are ful of it Besides I met Lord Bigot and Lord Salisburie With eyes as red as new enkindled fire And others more going to seeke the graue Of Arthur whom they say is kill'd to night on your suggestion Iohn Gentle kinsman go And thrust thy selfe into their Companies I haue a way to winne their loues againe Bring them before me Bast I will seeke them out Iohn Nay but make haste the better foote before O let me haue no subiect enemies When aduerse Forreyners affright my Townes With dreadfull pompe of stout inuasion Be Mercurie set feathers to thy heeles And flye like thought from them to me againe Bast The spirit of the time shall teach me speed Exit Iohn Spoke like a sprightfull Noble Gentleman Go after him for he perhaps shall neede Some Messenger betwixt me and the Peeres And be thou hee Mes With all my heart my Liege Iohn My mother dead Enter Hubert Hub. My Lord they say fiue Moones were seene to night Foure fixed and the fift did whirle about The other foure in wondrous motion Ioh. Fiue Moones Hub. Old men and Beldames in the streets Do prophesie vpon it dangerously Yong Arthurs death is common in their mouths And when they talke of him they shake their heads And whisper one another in the eare And he that speakes doth gripe the hearers wrist Whilst he that heares makes fearefull action With wrinkled browes with nods with rolling eyes I saw a Smith stand with his hammer thus The whilst his Iron did on the Anuile coole With open mouth swallowing a Taylors newes Who with his Sheeres and Measure in his hand Standing on slippers which his nimble haste Had falsely thrust vpon contrary feete Told of a many thousand warlike French That were embattailed and rank'd in Kent Another leane vnwash'd Artificer Cuts off his tale and talkes of Arthurs death Io. Why seek'st thou to possesse me with these feares Why vrgest thou so oft yong Arthurs death Thy hand hath murdred him I had a mighty cause To wish him dead but thou hadst none to kill him H No had my Lord why did you not prouoke me Iohn It is the curse of Kings to be attended By slaues that take their humors for a warrant To breake within the bloody house of life And on the winking of Authoritie To vnderstand a Law to know the meaning Of dangerous Maiesty when perchance it frownes More vpon humor then aduis'd respect Hub. Heere is your hand and Seale for what I did Ioh. Oh when the last accompt twixt heauen earth Is to be made then shall this hand and Seale Witnesse against vs to damnation How oft the sight of meanes to do ill deeds Make deeds ill done Had'st not thou beene by A fellow by the hand of Nature mark'd Quoted and sign'd to do a deede of shame This murther had not come into my minde But taking note of thy abhorr'd Aspect Finding thee fit for bloody villanie Apt liable to be employ'd in danger I faintly broke with thee of Arthurs death And thou to be endeered to a King Made it no conscience to destroy a Prince Hub. My Lord. Ioh. Had'st thou but shooke thy head or made a pause When I spake darkely what I purposed Or turn'd an eye of doubt vpon my face As bid me tell my tale in expresse words Deepe shame had struck me dumbe made me break off And those thy feares might haue wrought feares in me But thou didst vnderstand me by my signes And didst in signes againe parley with sinne Yea without stop didst let thy heart consent And consequently thy rude hand to acte The deed which both our tongues held vilde to name Out of my sight and neuer see me more My Nobles leaue me and my State is braued Euen at my gates with rankes of forraigne powres Nay in the body of this fleshly Land This kingdome this Confine of blood and breathe Hostilitie and ciuill tumult reignes Betweene my conscience and my Cosins death Hub. Arme you against your other enemies I le make a peace betweene your soule and you Yong Arthur is aliue This hand of mine Is
it At Couentree vpon S. Lamberts day There shall your swords and Lances arbitrate The swelling difference of your setled hate Since we cannot attone you you shall see Iustice designe the Victors Chiualrie Lord Marshall command our Officers at Armes Be readie to direct these home Alarmes Exeunt Scaena Secunda Enter Gaunt and Dutchesse of Gloâ—cester Gaunt Alas the part I had in Glousters blood Doth more solicite me then your exclaimes To stirre against the Butchers of his life But since correction lyeth in those hands Which made the fault that we cannot correct Put we our quarrell to the will of heauen Who when they see the houres ripe on earth Will raigne hot vengeance on offenders heads Dut. Findes brotherhood in thee no sharper spurre Hath loue in thy old blood no liuing fire Edwards seuen sonnes whereof thy selfe art one Were as seuen violles of his Sacred blood Or seuen faire branches springing from one roote Some of those seuen are dride by natures course Some of those branches by the destinies cut But Thomas my deere Lord my life my Glouster One Violl full of Edwards Sacred blood One flourishing branch of his most Royall roote Is crack'd and all the precious liquor spilt Is hackt downe and his summer leafes all vaded By Enuies hand and Murders bloody Axe Ah Gaunt His blood was thine that bed that wombe That mettle that selfe-mould that fashion'd thee Made him a man and though thou liu'st and breath'st Yet art thou slaine in him thou dost consent In some large measure to thy Fathers death In that thou seest thy wretched brother dye Who was the modell of thy Fathers life Call it not patience Gaunt it is dispaire In suffering thus thy brother to be slaughter'd Thou shew'st the naked pathway to thy life Teaching sterne murther how to butcher thee That which in meane men we intitle patience Is pale cold cowardice in noble brests What shall I say to safegard thine owne life The best way is to venge my Glousters death Gaunt Heauens is the quarrell for heauens substitute His Deputy annointed in his sight Hath caus'd his death the which if wrongfully Let heauen reuenge for I may neuer lift An angry arme against his Minister Dut. Where then alas may I complaint my selfe Gau. To heauen the widdowes Champion to defence Dut. Why then I will farewell old Gaunt Thou go'st to Couentrie there to behold Our Cosine Herford and fell Mowbray fight O sit my husbands wrongs on Herfords speare That it may enter butcher Mowbrayes brest Or if misfortune misse the first carreere Be Mowbrayes sinnes so heauy in his bosome That they may breake his foaming Coursers backe And throw the Rider headlong in the Lists A Gaytiffe recreant to my Cosine Herford Farewell old Gaunt thy sometimes brothers wife With her companion Greefe must end her life Gau. Sister farewell I must to Couentree As much good stay with thee as go with mee Dut. Yet one word more Greefe boundeth where it falls Not with the emptie hollownes but weight I take my leaue before I haue begun For sorrow ends not when it seemeth done Commend me to my brother Edmund Yorke Loe this is all nay yet depart not so Though this be all do not so quickly go I shall remember more Bid him Oh what With all good speed at Plashie visit mee Alacke and what shall good old Yorke there see But empty lodgings and vnfurnish'd walles Vn-peopel'd Offices vntroden stones And what heare there for welcome but my grones Therefore commend me let him not come there To seeke out sorrow that dwels euery where Desolate desolate will I hence and dye The last leaue of thee takes my weeping eye Exeunt Scena Tertia Enter Marshall and Aumerle Mar. My L. Aumerle is Harry Herford arm'd Aum. Yea at all points and longs to enter in Mar. The Duke of Norfolke sprightfully and bold Stayes but the summons of the Appealants Trumpet Au. Why then the Champions are prepar'd and stay For nothing but his Maiesties approach Flourish Enter King Gaunt Bushy Bagot Greene others Then Mowbray in Armor and Harrold Rich. Marshall demand of yonder Champion The cause of his arriuall heere in Armes Aske him his name and orderly proceed To sweare him in the iustice of his cause Mar. In Gods name and the Kings say who y u art And why thou com'st thus knightly clad in Armes Against what man thou com'st and what 's thy quarrell Speake truly on thy knighthood and thine oath As so defend thee heauen and thy valour Mow. My name is Tho. Mowbray Duke of Norfolk Who hither comes engaged by my oath Which heauen defend a knight should violate Both to defend my loyalty and truth To God my King and his succeeding issue Against the Duke of Herford that appeales me And by the grace of God and this mine arme To proue him in defending of my selfe A Traitor to my God my King and me And as I truly fight defend me heauen Tucket Enter Hereford and Harold Rich. Marshall Aske yonder Knight in Armes Both who he is and why he commeth hither Thus placed in habiliments of warre And formerly according to our Law Depose him in the iustice of his cause Mar. What is thy name and wherfore comst y u hither Before King Richard in his Royall Lists Against whom com'st thou and what 's thy quarrell Speake like a true Knight so defend thee heauen Bul. Harry of Herford Lancaster and Derbie Am I who ready heere do stand in Armes To proue by heauens grace and my bodies valour In Lists on Thomas Mowbray Duke of Norfolke That he 's a Traitor foule and dangerous To God of heauen King Richard and to me And as I truly fight defend me heauen Mar. On paine of death no person be so bold Or daring hardie as to touch the Listes Except the Marshall and such Officers Appointed to direct these faire designes Bul. Lord Marshall let me kisse my Soueraigns hand And bow my knee before his Maiestie For Mowbray and my selfe are like two men That vow a long and weary pilgrimage Then let vs take a ceremonious leaue And loâ—ing farwell of our seuerall friends Mar. The Appealant in all duty greets your Highnes And craues to kisse your hand and take his leaue Rich. We will descend and fold him in our armes Cosin of Herford as thy cause is iust So be thy fortune in this Royall fight Farewell my blood which if to day thou shead Lament we may but not reuenge thee dead Bull. Oh let no noble eye prophane a teare For me if I be gor'd with Mowbrayes speare As confident as is the Falcons flight Against a bird do I with Mowbray fight My louing Lord I take my leaue of you Of you my Noble Cosin Lord Aumerle Not sicke although I haue to do with death But lustie yong and cheerely drawing breath Loe as at English Feasts so I regreete The daintiest last to make the end most sweet Oh thou the earthy
fast betimes With eager feeding food doth choake the feeder Light vanity insatiate cormorant Consuming meanes soone preyes vpon it selfe This royall Throne of Kings this sceptred Isle This earth of Maiesty this seate of Mars This other Eden demy paradise This Fortresse built by Nature for her selfe Against infection and the hand of warre This happy breed of men this little world This precious stone set in the siluer sea Which serues it in the office of a wall Or as a Moate defensiue to a house Against the enuy of lesse happier Lands This blessed plot this earth this Realme this England This Nurse this teeming wombe of Royall Kings Fear'd by their breed and famous for their birth Renowned for their deeds as farre from home For Christian seruice and true Chiualrie As is the sepulcher in stubborne Iury Of the Worlds ransome blessed Maries Sonne This Land of such deere soules this deere-deere Land Deere for her reputation through the world Is now Leas'd out I dye pronouncing it Like to a Tenement or pelting Farme England bound in with the triumphant sea Whose rocky shore beates backe the enuious siedge Of watery Neptune is now bound in with shame With Inky blottes and rotten Parchment bonds That England that was wont to conquer others Hath made a shamefull conquest of it selfe Ah! would the scandall vanish with my life How happy then were my ensuing death Enter King Queene Aumerle Bushy Greene Bagot Ros and Willoughby Yor. The King is come deale mildly with his youth For young hot Colts being rag'd do rage the more Qu. How fares our noble Vncle Lancaster Ri. What comfort man How i st with aged Gaunt Ga. Oh how that name befits my composition Old Gaunt indeed and gaunt in being old Within me greefe hath kept a tedious fast And who abstaynes from meate that is not gaunt For sleeping England long time haue I watcht Watching breeds leannesse leannesse is all gaunt The pleasure that some Fathers feede vpon Is my strict fast I meane my Childrens lookes And therein fasting hast thou made me gaunt Gaunt am I for the graue gaunt as a graue Whose hollow wombe inherits naught but bones Ric. Can sicke men play so nicely with their names Gau. No misery makes sport to mocke it selfe Since thou dost seeke to kill my name in mec I mocke my name great King to flatter thee Ric. Should dying men flatter those that liue Gau. No no men liuing flatter those that dye Rich. Thou now a dying sayst thou flatter'st me Gau. Oh no thou dyest though I the sicker be Rich. I am in health I breath I see the â—ill Gau. Now he that made me knowes I see thee ill Ill in my selfe to see and in thee seeing ill Thy death-bed is no lesser then the Land Wherein thou lyest in reputation sicke And thou too care-lesse patient as thou art Commit'st thy ' anointed body to the cure Of those Physitians that first wounded thee A thousand flatterers sit within thy Crowne Whose compasse is no bigger then thy head And yet incaged in so small a Verge The waste is no whit lesser then thy Land Oh had thy Grandsire with a Prophets eye Seene how his sonnes sonne should destroy his sonnes From forth thy reach he would haue laid thy shame Deposing thee before thou wert possest Which art possest now to depose thy selfe Why Cosine were thou Regent of the world It were a shame to let his Land by lease But for thy world enioying but this Land Is it not more then shame to shame it so Landlord of England art thou and not King Thy state of Law is bondslaue to the law And Rich. And thou a lunaticke leane-witted foole Presuming on an Agues priuiledge Dar'st with thy frozen admonition Make pale our cheeke chafing the Royall blood With fury from his natiue residence Now by my Seates right Royall Maiestie Wer 't thou not Brother to great Edwards sonne This tongue that runs so roundly in thy head Should run thy head from thy vnreuerent shoulders Gau. Oh spare me not my brothers Edwards sonne For that I was his Father Edwards sonne That blood already like the Pellican Thou hast tapt out and drunkenly carows'd My brother Gloucester plaine well meaning soule Whom faire befall in heauen ' mongst happy soules May be a president and witnesse good That thou respect'st not spilling Edwards blood Toyne with the present sicknesse that I haue And thy vnkindnesse be like crooked age To crop at once a too-long wither'd flowre Liue in thy shame but dye not shame with thee These words heereafter thy tormentors bee Conuey me to my bed then to my graue Loue they to liue that loue and honor haue Exit Rich. And let them dye that age and sullens haue For both hast thou and both become the graue Yor. I do beseech your Maiestie impute his words To wayward sicklinesse and age in him He loues you on my life and holds you deere As Harry Duke of Herford were he heere Rich. Right you say true as Herfords loue so his As theirs so mine and all be as it is Enter Northumberland Nor. My Liege olde Gaunt commends him to your Maiestie Rich. What sayes he Nor. Nay nothing all is said His tongue is now a stringlesse instrument Words life and all old Lancaster hath spent Yor. Be Yorke the next that must be bankrupt so Though death be poore it ends a mortall wo. Rich. The ripest fruit first fals and so doth he His time is spent our pilgrimage must be So much for that Now for our Irish warres We must supplant those rough rug-headed Kernes Which liue like venom where no venom else But onely they haue priuiledge to liue And for these great affayres do aske some charge Towards our assistance we do seize to vs The plate coine reuennewes and moueables Whereof our Vncle Gaunt did stand possest Yor. How long shall I be patient Oh how long Shall tender dutie make me suffer wrong Not Glousters death nor Herfords banishment Nor Gauntes rebukes nor Englands priuate wrongs Nor the preuention of poore Bullingbrooke About his marriage nor my owne disgrace Haue euer made me sowre my patient cheeke Or bend one wrinâ—kle on my Soueraignes face I am the last of noble Edwards sonnes Of whom thy Father Prince of Wales was first In warre was neuer Lyon rag'd more fierce In peace was neuer gentle Lambe more milde Then was that yong and Princely Gentleman His face thou hast for euen so look'd he Accomplish'd with the number of thy howâ—rs But when he frown'd it was against the Freâ—ch And not against his friends hâ—s noble hand Did wâ—n what he did spend and speâ—t not that Which his triumphant fathers hand had won His hands were guilty of no kindreds blood But bloody with the enemies of his kinne Oh Richard York is too farre gone with greefe Or else he neuer would compare betweene Rich. Why Vncle What 's the matter Yor. Oh my Liege pardon me if you please if
Being the Agents or base second meanes The Cords the Ladder or the Hangman rather O pardon if that I descend so low To shew the Line and the Predicament Wherein you range vnder this subtill King Shall it for shame be spoken in these dayes Or fill vp Chronicles in time to come That men of your Nobility and Power Did gage them both in an vniust behalfe As Both of you God pardon it haue done To put downe Richard that sweet louely Rose And plant this Thorne this Canker Bullingbrooke And shall it in more shame be further spoken That you are fool'd discarded and shooke off By him for whom these shames ye vnderwent No yet time serues wherein you may redeeme Your banish'd Honors and restore your selues Into the good Thoughts of the world againe Reuenge the geering and disdain'd contempt Of this proud King who studies day and night To answer all the Debt he owes vnto you Euen with the bloody Payment of your deaths Therefore I say Wor. Peace Cousin say no more And now I will vnclaspe a Secret booke And to your quicke conceyuing Discontents I le reade you Matter deepe and dangerous As full of perill and aduenturous Spirit As to o're-walke a Current roaring loud On the vnstedfast footing of a Speare Hot. If he fall in good night or sinke or swimme Send danger from the East vnto the West So Honor crosse it from the North to South And let them grapple The blood more stirres To rowze a Lyon then to start a Hare Nor. Imagination of some great exploit Driues him beyond the bounds of Patience Hot. By heauen me thinkes it were an easie leap To plucke bright Honor from the pale-fac'd Moone Or diue into the bottome of the deepe Where Fadome-line could neuer touch the ground And plucke vp drowned Honor by the Lockes So he that doth redeeme her thence might weare Without Co-riuall all her Dignities But out vpon this halfe-fac'd Fellowship Wor. He apprehends a World of Figures here But not the forme of what he should attend Good Cousin giue me audience for a-while And list to me Hot. I cry you mercy Wor. Those same Noble Scottes That are your Prisoners Hot. I le keepe them all By heauen he shall not haue a Scot of them No if a Scot would saue his Soule he shall not I le keepe them by this Hand Wor. You start away And lend no eare vnto my purposes Those Prisoners you shall keepe Hot. Nay I will that 's flat He said he would not ransome Mortimer Forbad my tongue to speake of Mortimer But I will finde him when he lyes asleepe And in his eare I le holla Mortimer Nay I le haue a Starling shall be taught to speake Nothing but Mortimer and giue it him To keepe his anger still in motion Wor. Heare you Cousin a word Hot. All studies heere I solemnly defie Saue how to gall and pinch this Bullingbrooke And that same Sword and Buckler Prince of Wales But that I thinke his Father loues him not And would be glad he met with some mischance I would haue poyson'd him with a pot of Ale Wor. Farewell Kinsman I le talke to you When you are better temper'd to attend Nor. Why what a Waspe-tongu'd impatient foole Art thou to breake into this Womans mood Tying thine eare to no tongue but thine owne Hot. Why look you I am whipt scourg'd with rods Netled and stung with Pismires when I heare Of this vile Politician Bullingbrooke In Richards time What de' ye call the place A plague vpon 't it is in Gloustershire 'T was where the madcap Duke his Vncle kept His Vncle Yorke where I first bow'd my knee Vnto this King of Smiles this Bullingbrooke When you and he came backe from Rauenspurgh Nor. At Barkley Castle Hot. You say true Why what a caudie deale of curtesie This fawning Grey-hound then did proffer me Looke when his infant Fortune came to age And gentle Harry Percy and kinde Cousin O the Diuell take such Couzeners God forgiue me Good Vncle tell your tale for I haue done Wor. Nay if you haue not too 't againe Wee 'l stay your leysure Hot. I haue done insooth Wor. Then once more to your Scottish Prisoners Deliuer them vp without their ransome straight And make the Dowglas sonne your onely meane For powres in Scotland which for diuers reasons Which I shall send you written be assur'd Will easily be granted you my Lord. Your Sonne in Scotland being thus imply'd Shall secretly into the bosome creepe Of that same noble Prelate well belou'd The Archbishop Hot. Of Yorke is' t not Wor. True who beares hard His Brothers death at Bristow the Lord Scroope I speake not this in estimation As what I thinke might be but what I know Is ruminated plotted and set downe And onely stayes but to behold the face Of that occasion that shall bring it on Hot. I smell it Vpon my life it will do wond'rous well Nor. Before the game 's a-foot thou still let'st slip Hot. Why it cannot choose but be a Noble plot And then the power of Scotland and of Yorke To ioyne with Mortimer Ha. Wor. And so they shall Hot. Infaith it is exceedingly well aym'd Wor. And 't is no little reason bids vs speed To saue our heads by raising of a Head For beare our selues as euen as we can The King will alwayes thinke him in our debt And thinke we thinke our selues vnsatisfied Till he hath found a time to pay vs home And see already how he doth beginne To make vs strangers to his lookes of loue Hot. He does he does wee 'l be reueng'd on him Wor. Cousin farewell No further go in this Then I by Letters shall direct your course When time is ripe which will be sodainly I le steale to Glendower and loe Mortimer Where you and Dowglas and our powres at once As I will fashion it shall happily meete To beare our fortunes in our owne strong armes Which now we hold at much vncertainty Nor. Farewell good Brother we shall thriue I trust Hot. Vncle adieu O let the houres be short Till fields and blowes and grones applaud our sport exit Actus Secundus Scena Prima Enter a Carrier with a Lanterne in his hand 1. Car. Heigh-ho an 't be not foure by the day I le be hang'd Charles waine is ouer the new Chimney and yet our horse not packt What Ostler Ost Anon anon 1. Car. I prethee Tom beate Cuts Saddle put a few Flockes in the point the poore Iade is wrung in the withers out of all cesse Enter another Carrier 2. Car. Pease and Beanes are as danke here as a Dog and this is the next way to giue poore Iades the Bottes This house is turned vpside downe since Robin the Ostler dyed 1. Car. Poore fellow neuer ioy'd since the price of oats rose it was the death of him 2. Car. I thinke this is the most villanous house in al London rode for Fleas I am stung
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
to blood If you go forward therefore yeeld or dye Cade As for these silken-coated slaues I passe not It is to you good people that I speake Ouer whom in time to come I hope to raigne For I am rightfull heyre vnto the Crowne Staff Villaine thy Father was a Playsterer And thou thy selfe a Sheareman art thou not Cade And Adam was a Gardiner Bro. And what of that Cade Marry this Edmund Mortimer Earle of March married the Duke of Clarence daughter did he not Staf. I sir Cade By her he had two children at one birth Bro. That 's false Cade I there 's the question But I say 't is true The elder of them being put to nurse Was by a begger-woman stolne away And ignorant of his birth and parentage Became a Bricklayer when he came to age His sonne am I deny it if you can But. Nay 't is too true therefore he shall be King Wea. Sir he made a Chimney in my Fathers house the brickes are aliue at this day to testifie it therefore deny it not Staf. And will you credit this base Drudges Wordes that speakes he knowes not what All. I marry will we therefore get ye gone Bro. Iacke Cade the D. of York hath taught you this Cade He lyes for I inuented it my selfe Go too Sirrah tell the King from me that for his Fathers sake Henry the fift in whose time boyes went to Span-counter for French Crownes I am content he shall raigne but I le be Protector ouer him Butcher And furthermore wee 'l haue the Lord Sayes head for selling the Dukedome of Maine Cade And good reason for thereby is England main'd And faine to go with a staffe but that my puissance holds it vp Fellow-Kings I tell you that that Lord Say hath gelded the Commonwealth and made it an Eunuch more then that he can speake French and therefore hee is a Traitor Staf. O grosse and miserable ignorance Cade Nay answer if you can The Frenchmen are our enemies go too then I ask but this Can he that speaks with the tongue of an enemy be a good Councellour or no All. No no and therefore wee 'l haue his head Bro. Well seeing gentle words will not preuayle Assaile them with the Army of the King Staf. Herald away and throughout euery Towne Proclaime them Traitors that are vp with Cade That those which flye before the battell ends May euen in their Wiues and Childrens sight Be hang'd vp for example at their doores And you that be the Kings Friends follow me Exit Cade And you that loue the Commons follow me Now shew your selues men 't is for Liberty We will not leaue one Lord one Gentleman Spare none but such as go in clouted shooen For they are thrifty honest men and such As would but that they dare not take our parts But. They are all in order and march toward vs. Cade But then are we in order when we are most out of order Come march forward Alarums to the fight wherein both the Staffords are slaine Enter Cade and the rest Cade Where 's Dicke the Butcher of Ashford But. Heere sir Cade They fell before thee like Sheepe and Oxen thou behaued'st thy selfe as if thou hadst beene in thine owne Slaughter-house Therfore thus will I reward thee the Lent shall bee as long againe as it is and thou shalt haue a License to kill for a hundred lacking one But. I desire no more Cade And to speake truth thou deseru'st no lesse This Monument of the victory will I beare and the bodies shall be dragg'd at my horse heeles till I do come to London where we will haue the Maiors sword born before vs. But. If we meane to thriue and do good breake open the Gaoles and let out the Prisoners Cade Feare not that I warrant thee Come let 's march towards London Exeunt Enter the King with a Supplication and the Queene with Suffolkes head the Duke of Buckingham and the Lord Say Queene Oft haue I heard that greefe softens the mind And makes it fearefull and degenerate Thinke therefore on reuenge and cease to weepe But who can cease to weepe and looke on this Heere may his head lye on my throbbing brest But where 's the body that I should imbrace Buc. What answer makes your Grace to the Rebells Supplication King I le send some holy Bishop to intreat For God forbid so many simple soules Should perish by the Sword And I my selfe Rather then bloody Warre shall cut them short Will parley with Iacke Cade their Generall But stay I le read it ouer once againe Qu. Ah barbarous villaines Hath this louely face Rul'd like a wandering Plannet ouer me And could it not inforce them to relent That were vnworthy to behold the same King Lord Say Iacke Cade hath sworne to huae thy head Say I but I hope your Highnesse shall haue his King How now Madam Still lamenting and mourning for Suffolkes death I feare me Loue if that I had beene dead Thou would'st not haue mourn'd so much for me Qu. No my Loue I should not mourne but dye for thee Enter a Messenger King How now What newes Why com'st thou in such haste Mes The Rebels are in Southwarke Fly my Lord Iacke Cade proclaimes himselfe Lord Mortimer Descended from the Duke of Clarence house And calles your Grace Vsurper openly And vowes to Crowne himselfe in Westminster His Army is a ragged multitude Of Hindes and Pezants rude and mercilesse Sir Humfrey Stafford and his Brothers death Hath giuen them heart and courage to proceede All Schollers Lawyers Courtiers Gentlemen They call false Catterpillers and intend their death Kin. Oh gracelesse men they know not what they do Buck. My gracious Lord retire to Killingworth Vntill a power be rais'd to put them downe Qu. Ah were the Duke of Suffolke now aliue These Kentish Rebels would be soone appeas'd King Lord Say the Traitors hateth thee Therefore away with vs to Killingworth Say So might your Graces person be in danger The sight of me is odious in their eyes And therefore in this Citty will I stay And liue alone as secret as I may Enter another Messenger Mess Iacke Cade hath gotten London-bridge The Citizens flye and forsake their houses The Rascall people thirsting after prey Ioyne with the Traitor and they ioyntly sweare To spoyle the City and your Royall Court. Buc. Then linger not my Lord away take horse King Come Margaret God our hope will succor vs. Qu. My hope is gone now Suffolke is deceast King Farewell my Lord trust not the Kentish Rebels Buc. Trust no body for feare you betraid Say The trust I haue is in mine innocence And therefore am I bold and resolute Exeunt Enter Lord Scales vpon the Tower walking Then enters two or three Citizens below Scales How now Is Iacke Cade slaine 1. Cit. No my Lord nor likely to be slaine For they haue wonne the Bridge Killing all those that withstand them The L. Maior
Suppose this arme is for the Duke of Yorke And this for Rutland both bound to reuenge Wer 't thou inuiron'd with a Brazen wall Clif. Now Richard I am with thee heere alone This is the hand that stabb'd thy Father Yorke And this the hand that slew thy Brother Rutland And here 's the heart that triumphs in their death And cheeres these hands that slew thy Sire and Brother To execute the like vpon thy selfe And so haue at thee They Fight Warwicke comes Clifford flies Rich. Nay Warwicke single out some other Chace For I my selfe will hunt this Wolfe to death Exeunt Alarum Enter King Henry alone Hen. This battell fares like to the mornings Warre When dying clouds contend with growing light What time the Shepheard blowing of his nailes Can neither call it perfect day nor night Now swayes it this way like a Mighty Sea Forc'd by the Tide to combat with the Winde Now swayes it that way like the selfe-same Sea Forc'd to retyre by furie of the Winde Sometime the Flood preuailes and than the Winde Now one the better then another best Both tugging to be Victors brest to brest Yet neither Conqueror nor Conquered So is the equall poise of this fell Warre Heere on this Mole-hill will I sit me downe To whom God will there be the Victorie For Margaret my Queene and Clifford too Haue chid me from the Battell Swearing both They prosper best of all when I am thence Would I were dead if Gods good will were so For what is in this world but Greefe and Woe Oh God! me thinkes it were a happy life To be no better then a homely Swaine To sit vpon a hill as I do now To carue out Dialls queintly point by point Thereby to see the Minutes how they runne How many makes the Houre full compleate How many Houres brings about the Day How many Dayes will finish vp the Yeare How many Yeares a Mortall man may liue When this is knowne then to diuide the Times So many Houres must I tend my Flocke So many Houres must I take my Rest So many Houres must I Contemplate So many Houres must I Sport my selfe So many Dayes my Ewes haue bene with yong So many weekes ere the poore Fooles will Eane So many yeares ere I shall sheere the Fleece So Minutes Houres Dayes Monthes and Yeares Past ouer to the end they were created Would bring white haires vnto a Quiet graue Ah! what a life were this How sweet how louely Giues not the Hawthorne bush a sweeter shade To Shepheards looking on their silly Sheepe Then doth a rich Imbroider'd Canopie To Kings that feare their Subiects treacherie Oh yes it doth a thousand fold it doth And to conclude the Shepherds homely Curds His cold thinne drinke out of his Leather Bottle His wonted sleepe vnder a fresh trees shade All which secure and sweetly he enioyes Is farre beyond a Princes Delicates His Viands sparkling in a Golden Cup His bodie couched in a curious bed When Care Mistrust and Treason waits on him Alarum Enter a Sonne that hath kill'd his Father at one doore and a Father that hath kill'd his Sonne at another doore Son Ill blowes the winde that profits no body This man whom hand to hand I slew in fight May be possessed with some store of Crownes And I that haply take them from him now May yet ere night yeeld both my Life and them To some man else as this dead man doth me Who 's this Oh God! It is my Fathers face Whom in this Conflict I vnwares haue kill'd Oh heauy times begetting such Euents From London by the King was I prest forth My Father being the Earle of Warwickes man Came on the part of Yorke prest by his Master And I who at his hands receiu'd my life Haue by my hands of Life bereaued him Pardon me God I knew not what I did And pardon Father for I knew not thee My Teares shall wipe away these bloody markes And no more words till they haue flow'd their fill King O pitteous spectacle O bloody Times Whiles Lyons Warre and battaile for their Dennes Poore harmlesse Lambes abide their enmity Weepe wretched man I le ayde thee Teare for Teare And let our hearts and eyes like Ciuill Warre Be blinde with teares and break ore-charg'd with griefe Enter Father bearing of his Sonne Fa. Thou that so stoutly hath resisted me Giue me thy Gold if thou hast any Gold For I haue bought it with an hundred blowes But let me see Is this our Foe-mans face Ah no no no it is mine onely Sonne Ah Boy if any life be left in thee Throw vp thine eye see see what showres arise Blowne with the windie Tempest of my heart Vpon thy wounds that killes mine Eye and Heart O pitty God this miserable Age What Stragems how fell how Butcherly Erreoneous mutinous and vnnaturall This deadly quarrell daily doth beget O Boy thy Father gaue thee life too soone And hath bereft thee of thy life too late King Wo aboue wo greefe more thē common greefe O that my death would stay these ruthfull deeds O pitty pitty gentle heauen pitty The Red Rose and the White are on his face The fatall Colours of our striuing Houses The one his purple Blood right well resembles The other his pale Cheekes me thinkes presenteth Wither one Rose and let the other flourish If you contend a thousand liues must wither Son How will my Mother for a Fathers death Take on with me and ne're be satisfi'd Fa. How will my Wife for slaughter of my Sonne Shed seas of Teares and ne're be satisfi'd King How will the Country for these woful chances Mis-thinke the King and not be satisfied Son Was euer sonne so rew'd a Fathers death Fath. Was euer Father so bemoan'd his Sonne Hen. Was euer King so greeu'd for Subiects woe Much is your sorrow Mine ten times so much Son I le beare thee hence where I may weepe my fill Fath. These armes of mine shall be thy winding sheet My heart sweet Boy shall be thy Sepulcher For from my heart thine Image ne're shall go My sighing brest shall be thy Funerall bell And so obsequious will thy Father be Men for the losse of thee hauing no more As Priam was for all his Valiant Sonnes I le beare thee hence and let them fight that will For I haue murthered where I should not kill Exit Hen. Sad-hearted-men much ouergone with Care Heere sits a King more wofull then you are Alarums Excursions Enter the Queen the Prince and Exeter Prin. Fly Father flye for all your Friends are fled And Warwicke rages like a chafed Bull Away for death doth hold vs in pursuite Qu. Mount you my Lord towards Barwicke post amaine Edward and Richard like a brace of Grey-hounds Hauing the fearfull flying Hare in sight With fiery eyes sparkling for very wrath And bloody steele graspt in their yrefull hands Are at our backes and therefore hence amaine Exet. Away for vengeance comes along
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
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
you know his Heart Darb. What of his Heart perceiue you in his Face By any liuelyhood he shew'd to day Hast Mary that with no man here he is offended For were he he had shewne it in his Lookes Enter Richard and Buckingham Rich. I pray you all tell me what they deserue That doe conspire my death with diuellish Plots Of damned Witchcraft and that haue preuail'd Vpon my Body with their Hellish Charmes Hast The tender loue I beare your Grace my Lord Makes me most forward in this Princely presence To doome th' Offendors whosoe're they be I say my Lord they haue deserued death Rich. Then be your eyes the witnesse of their euill Looke how I am bewitch'd behold mine Arme Is like a blasted Sapling wither'd vp And this is Edwards Wife that monstrous Witch Consorted with that Harlot Strumpet Shore That by their Witchcraft thus haue marked me Hast If they haue done this deed my Noble Lord. Rich. If thou Protector of this damned Strumpet Talk'st thou to me of Ifs thou art a Traytor Off with his Head now by Saint Paul I sweare I will not dine vntill I see the same Louell and Ratcliffe looke that it be done Exeunt The rest that loue me rise and follow me Manet Louell and Ratcliffe with the Lord Hastings Hast Woe woe for England not a whit for me For I too fond might haue preuented this Stanley did dreame the Bore did rowse our Helmes And I did scorne it and disdaine to flye Three times to day my Foot-Cloth-Horse did stumble And started when he look'd vpon the Tower As loth to beare me to the slaughter-house O now I need the Priest that spake to me I now repent I told the Pursuiuant As too triumphing how mine Enemies To day at Pomfret bloodily were butcher'd And I my selfe secure in grace and fauour Oh Margaret Margaret now thy heauie Curse Is lighted on poore Hastings wretched Head Ra. Come come dispatch the Duke would be at dinner Make a short Shrift he longs to see your Head Hast O momentarie grace of mortall men Which we more hunt for then the grace of God! Who builds his hope in ayre of your good Lookes Liues like a drunken Sayler on a Mast Readie with euery Nod to tumble downe Into the fatall Bowels of the Deepe Lou. Come come dispatch 't is bootlesse to exclaime Hast. O bloody Richard miserable England I prophecie the fearefull'st time to thee That euer wretched Age hath look'd vpon Come lead me to the Block beare him my Head They smile at me who shortly shall be dead Exeunt Enter Richard and Buckingham in rotten Armour maruellous ill-fauoured Richard Come Cousin Canst thou quake and change thy colour Murther thy breath in middle of a word And then againe begin and stop againe As if thou were distraught and mad with terror Buck. Tut I can counterfeit the deepe Tragedian Speake and looke backe and prie on euery side Tremble and start at wagging of a Straw Intending deepe suspition gastly Lookes Are at my seruice like enforced Smiles And both are readie in their Offices At any time to grace my Stratagemes But what is Catesby gone Rich. He is and see he brings the Maior along Enter the Maior and Catesby Buck. Lord Maior Rich. Looke to the Draw-Bridge there Buck. Hearke a Drumme Rich. Catesby o're-looke the Walls Buck. Lord Maior the reason we haue sent Rich. Looke back defend thee here are Enemies Buck. God and our Innocencie defend and guard vs. Enter Louell and Ratcliffe with Hastings Head Rich. Be patient they are friends Ratcliffe and Louell Louell Here is the Head of that ignoble Traytor The dangerous and vnsuspected Hastings Rich. So deare I lou'd the man that I must weepe I tooke him for the plainest harmelesse Creature That breath'd vpon the Earth a Christian Made him my Booke wherein my Soule recorded The Historie of all her secret thoughts So smooth he dawb'd his Vice with shew of Vertue That his apparant open Guilt omitted I meane his Conuersation with Shores Wife He liu'd from all attainder of suspects Buck. Well well he was the couertst sheltred Traytor That euer liu'd Would you imagine or almost beleeue Wert not that by great preseruation We liue to tell it that the subtill Traytor This day had plotted in the council-Councell-House To murther me and my good Lord of Gloster Maior Had he done so Rich. What thinke you we are Turkes or Infidels Or that we would against the forme of Law Proceed thus rashly in the Villaines death But that the extreme perill of the case The Peace of England and our Persons safetie Enforc'd vs to this Execution Maior Now faire befall you he deseru'd his death And your good Graces both haue well proceeded To warne false Traytors from the like Attempts Buck. I neuer look'd for better at his hands After he once fell in with Mistresse Shore Yet had we not determin'd he should dye Vntill your Lordship came to see his end Which now the louing haste of these our friends Something against our meanings haue preuented Because my Lord I would haue had you heard The Traytor speake and timorously confesse The manner and the purpose of his Treasons That you might well haue signify'd the same Vnto the Citizens who haply may Misconster vs in him and wayle his death Ma. But my good Lord your Graces words shal serue As well as I had seene and heard him speake And doe not doubt right Noble Princes both But I le acquaint our dutious Citizens With all your iust proceedings in this case Rich. And to that end we wish'd your Lordship here T' auoid the Censures of the carping World Buck. Which since you come too late of our intent Yet witnesse what you heare we did intend And so my good Lord Maior we bid farwell Exit Maior Rich. Goe after after Cousin Buckingham The Maior towards Guild-Hall hyes him in all poste There at your meetest vantage of the time Inferre the Bastardie of Edwards Children Tell them how Edward put to death a Citizen Onely for saying he would make his Sonne Heire to the Crowne meaning indeed his House Which by the Signe thereof was tearmed so Moreouer vrge his hatefull Luxurie And beastiall appetite in change of Lust Which stretcht vnto their Seruants Daughters Wiues Euen where his raging eye or sauage heart Without controll lusted to make a prey Nay for a need thus farre come neere my Person Tell them when that my Mother went with Child Of that insatiate Edward Noble Yorke My Princely Father then had Warres in France And by true computation of the time Found that the Issue was not his begot Which well appeared in his Lineaments Being nothing like the Noble Duke my Father Yet touch this sparingly as 't were farre off Because my Lord you know my Mother liues Buck. Doubt not my Lord I le play the Orator As if the Golden Fee for which I plead Were for my selfe and so my Lord adue Rich. If you
your eyes with teares Troy must not be nor goodly Illion stand Our fire-brand Brother Paris burnes vs all Cry Troyans cry a Helen and a woe Cry cry Troy burnes or else let Helen goe Exit Hect. Now youthfull Troylus do not these hie strains Of diuination in our Sister worke Some touches of remorse Or is your bloud So madly hot that no discourse of reason Nor feare of bad successe in a bad cause Can qualifie the same Troy Why Brother Hector We may not thinke the iustnesse of each acte Such and no other then euent doth forme it Not once deiect the courage of our mindes Because Cassandra's mad her brainsicke raptures Cannot distaste the goodnesse of a quarrell Which hath our seuerall Honours all engag'd To make it gracious For my priuate part I am no more touch'd then all Priams sonnes And loue forbid there should be done among'st vs Such things as might offend the weakest spleene To fight for and maintaine Par. Else might the world conuince of leuitie As well my vnder-takings as your counsels But I attest the gods your full consent Gaue wings to my propension and cut off All feares attending on so dire a proiect For what alas can these my single armes What propugnation is in one mans valour To stand the push and enmity of those This quarrell would excite Yet I protest Were I alone to passe the difficulties And had as ample power as I haue will Paris should ne're retract what he hath done Nor faint in the pursuite Pri. Paris you speake Like one be-sotted on your sweet delights You haue the Hony still but these the Gall So to be valiant is no praise at all Par. Sir I propose not meerely to my selfe The pleasures such a beauty brings with it But I would haue the soyle of her faire Rape Wip'd off in honourable keeping her What Treason were it to the ransack'd Queene Disgrace to your great worths and shame to me Now to deliuer her possession vp On termes of base compulsion Can it be That so degenerate a straine as this Should once set footing in your generous bosomes There 's not the meanest spirit on our partie Without a heart to dare or sword to draw When Helen is defended nor none so Noble Whose life were ill bestow'd or death vnfam'd Where Helen is the subiect Then I say Well may we fight for her whom we know well The worlds large spaces cannot paralell Hect. Paris and Troylus you haue both said well And on the cause and question now in hand Haue gloz'd but superficially not much Vnlike young men whom Aristotle thought Vnfit to heare Morall Philosophie The Reasons you alledge do more conduce To the hot passion of distemp'red blood Then to make vp a free determination 'Twixt right and wrong For pleasure and reuenge Haue eares more deafe then Adders to the voyce Of any true decision Nature craues All dues be rendred to their Owners now What neerer debt in all humanity Then Wife is to the Husband If this law Of Nature be corrupted through affection And that great mindes of partiall indulgence To their benummed wills resist the same There is a Law in each well-ordred Nation To curbe those raging appetites that are Most disobedient and refracturie If Helen then be wife to Sparta's King As it is knowne she is these Morall Lawes Of Nature and of Nation speake alowd To haue her backe return'd Thus to persist In doing wrong extenuates not wrong But makes it much more heauie Hectors opinion Is this in way of truth yet nere the lesse My spritely brethren I propend to you In resolution to keepe Helen still For 't is a cause that hath no meane dependance Vpon our ioynt and seuerall dignities Tro. Why there you toucht the life of our designe Were it not glory that we more affected Then the performance of our heauing spleenes I would not wish a drop of Troian blood Spent more in her defence But worthy Hector She is a theame of honour and renowne A spurre to valiant and magnanimous deeds Whose present courage may beate downe our foes And fame in time to come canonize vs. For I presume braue Hector would not loose So rich aduantage of a promis'd glory As smiles vpon the fore-head of this action For the wide worlds reuenew Hect. I am yours You valiant off-spring of great Priamus I haue a roisting challenge sent among'st The dull and factious nobles of the Greekes Will strike amazement to their drowsie spirits I was aduertiz'd their Great generall slept Whil'st emulation in the armie crept This I presume will wake him Exeunt Enter Thersites solus How now Thersites what lost in the Labyrinth of thy furie shall the Elephant Aiax carry it thus he beates me and I raile at him O worthy satisfaction would it were otherwise that I could beate him whil'st he rail'd at me Sfoote I le learne to coniure and raise Diuels but I le see some issue of my spitefull execrations Then ther 's Achilles a rare Enginer If Troy be not taken till these two vndermine it the wals will stand till they fall of themselues O thou great thunder-darter of Olympus forget that thou art Ioue the King of gods and Mercury loose all the Serpentine craft of thy Caduceus if thou take not that little little lesse then little wit from them that they haue which short-arm'd ignorance it selfe knowes is so abundant scarse it will not in circumuention deliuer a Flye from a Spider without drawing the massie Irons and cutting the web after this the vengeance on the whole Camp or rather the bone-ach for that me thinkes is the curse dependant on those that warre for a placket I haue said my prayers and diuell enuie say Amen What ho my Lord Achilles Enter Patroclus Patr. Who 's there Thersites Good Thersites come in and raile Ther. If I could haue remembred a guilt counterfeit thou would'st not haue slipt out of my contemplation but it is no matter thy selfe vpon thy selfe The common curse of mankinde follie and ignorance be thine in great reuenew heauen blesse thee from a Tutor and Discipline come not neere thee Let thy bloud be thy direction till thy death then if she that laies thee out sayes thou art a faire coarse I le be sworne and sworne vpon 't she neuer shrowded any but Lazars Amen Wher 's Achilles Patr. What art thou deuout wa st thou in a prayer Ther. I the heauens heare me Enter Achilles Achil. Who 's there Patr. Thersites my Lord. Achil. Where where art thou come why my cheese my digestion why hast thou not seru'd thy selfe into my Table so many meales Come what 's Agamemnon Ther. Thy Commander Achilles then tell me Patroclus what 's Achilles Patr. Thy Lord Thersites then tell me I pray thee what 's thy selfe Ther. Thy knower Patroclus then tell me Patroclus what art thou Patr. Thou maist tell that know'st Achil. O tell tell Ther. I le declin the whole question Agamemnon commands
this cause Oh Mother Wife Auf. I am glad thou hast set thy mercy thy Honor At difference in thee Out of that I le worke My selfe a former Fortune Corio I by and by But we will drinke together And you shall beare A better witnesse backe then words which we On like conditions will haue Counter-seal'd Come enter with vs Ladies you deserue To haue a Temple built you All the Swords In Italy and her Confederate Armes Could not haue made this peace Exeunt Enter Menenius and Sicinius Mene. See you yon'd Coin a' th Capitol you â— corner stone Sicin Why what of that Mene. If it be possible for you to displace it with your little finger there is some hope the Ladies of Rome especially his Mother may preuaile with him But I say there is no hope in 't our throats are sentenc'd and stay vppon execution Sicin Is' t possible that so short a time can alter the condition of a man Mene. There is differency between a Grub a Butterfly yet your Butterfly was a Grub this Martius is growne from Man to Dragon He has wings hee 's more then a creeping thing Sicin He lou'd his Mother deerely Mene. So did he mee and he no more remembers his Mother now then an eight yeare old horse The rarenesse of his face sowres ripe Grapes When he walks he moues like an Engine and the ground shrinkes before his Treading He is able to pierce a Corflet with his eye Talkes like a knell and his hum is a Battery He sits in his State as a thing made for Alexander What he bids bee done is finisht with his bidding He wants nothing of a God but Eternity and a Heauen to Throne in Sicin Yes mercy if you report him truly Mene. I paint him in the Character Mark what mercy his Mother shall bring from him There is no more mercy in him then there is milke in a male-Tyger that shall our poore City finde and all this is long of you Sicin The Gods be good vnto vs. Mene. No in such a case the Gods will not bee good vnto vs. When we banish'd him we respected not them and he returning to breake our necks they respect not vs. Enter a Messenger Mes Sir if you 'ld saue your life flye to your House The Plebeians haue got your Fellow Tribune And hale him vp and downe all swearing if The Romane Ladies bring not comfort home They 'l giue him death by Inches Enter another Messenger Sicin What 's the Newes Mess Good Newes good newes the Ladies haue preuayl'd The Volcians are dislodg'd and Martius gone A merrier day did neuer yet greet Rome No not th' expulsion of the Tarquins Sicin Friend art thou certaine this is true Is' t most certaine Mes As certaine as I know the Sun is fire Where haue you lurk'd that you make doubt of it Ne're through an Arch so hurried the blowne Tide As the recomforted through th' gates Why harke you Trumpets Hoboyes Drums beate altogether The Trumpets Sack-buts Psalteries and Fifes Tabors and Symboles and the showting Romans Make the Sunne dance Hearke you A shout within Mene. This is good Newes I will go meete the Ladies This Volumnia Is worth of Consuls Senators Patricians A City full Of Tribunes such as you A Sea and Land full you haue pray'd well to day This Morning for ten thousand of your throates I 'de not haue giuen a doit Harke how they ioy Sound still with the Shouts Sicin First the Gods blesse you for your tydings Next accept my thankefulnesse Mess Sir we haue all great cause to giue great thanks Sicin They are neere the City Mes Almost at point to enter Sicin Wee 'l meet them and helpe the ioy Exeunt Enter two Senators with Ladies passing ouer the Stage with other Lords Sena Behold our Patronnesse the life of Rome Call all your Tribes together praise the Gods And make triumphant fires strew Flowers before them Vnshoot the noise that Banish'd Martius Repeale him with the welcome of his Mother Cry welcome Ladies welcome All. Welcome Ladies welcome A Flourish with Drummes Trumpets Enter Tullus Auffidius with Attendants Auf. Go tell the Lords a' th' City I am heere Deliuer them this Paper hauing read it Bid them repayre to th' Market place where I Euen in theirs and in the Commons eares Will vouch the truth of it Him I accuse The City Ports by this hath enter'd and Intends t' appeare before the People hoping To purge himselfe with words Dispatch Enter 3 or 4 Conspirators of Auffidius Faction Most Welcome 1. Con. How is it with our Generall Auf. Euen so as with a man by his owne Almes impoyson'd and with his Charity slaine 2. Con. Most Noble Sir If you do hold the same intent Wherein you wisht vs parties Wee 'l deliuer you Of your great danger Auf. Sir I cannot tell We must proceed as we do finde the People 3. Con. The People will remaine vncertaine whil'st 'Twixt you there 's difference but the fall of either Makes the Suruiuor heyre of all Auf. I know it And my pretext to strike at him admits A good construction I rais'd him and I pawn'd Mine Honor for his truth who being so heighten'd He watered his new Plants with dewes of Flattery Seducing so my Friends and to this end He bow'd his Nature neuer knowne before But to be rough vnswayable and free 3. Consp Sir his stoutnesse When he did stand for Consull which he lost By lacke of stooping Auf. That I would haue spoke of Being banish'd for 't he came vnto my Harth Presented to my knife his Throat I tooke him Made him ioynt-seruant with me Gaue him way In all his owne desires Nay let him choose Out of my Files his proiects to accomplish My best and freshest men seru'd his designements In mine owne person holpe to reape the Fame Which he did end all his and tooke some pride To do my selfe this wrong Till at the last I seem'd his Follower not Partner and He wadg'd me with his Countenance as if I had bin Mercenary 1. Con. So he did my Lord The Army marueyl'd at it and in the last When he had carried Rome and that we look'd For no lesse Spoile then Glory Auf. There was it For which my sinewes shall be stretcht vpon him At a few drops of Womens rhewme which are As cheape as Lies he sold the Blood and Labour Of our great Action therefore shall he dye And I le renew me in his fall But hearke Drummes and Trumpets sounds with great showts of the people 1. Con. Your Natiue Towne you enter'd like a Poste And had no welcomes home but he returnes Splitting the Ayre with noyse 2. Con. And patient Fooles Whose children he hath slaine their base throats teare With giuing him glory 3. Con. Therefore at your vantage Ere he expresse himselfe or moue the people With what he would say let him feele your Sword Which we will second when he lies along After
his vngratefull country done the like Boy And Vncle so will I and if I liue Ti. Come goe with me into mine Armorie Lucius I le fit thee and withall my boy Shall carry from me to the Empresse sonnes Presents that I intend to send them both Come come thou 'st do thy message wilt thou not Boy I with my dagger in their bosomes Grandsire Ti. No boy not so I le teach thee another course Lauinia come Marcus looke to my house Lucius and I le goe braue it at the Court I marry will we sir and wee le be waited on Exeunt Mar. O heauens Can you heare a good man grone And not relent or not compassion him Marcus attend him in his extasie That hath more scars of sorrow in his heart Then foe-mens markes vpon his batter'd shield But yet so iust that he will not reuenge Reuenge the heauens for old Andronicus Exit Enter Aron Chiron and Demetrius at one dore and at another dore young Lucius and another with a bundle of weapons and verses writ vpon them Chi. Demetrius heere 's the sonne of Lucius He hath some message to deliuer vs. Aron I some mad message from his mad Grandfather Boy My Lords with all the humblenesse I may I greete your honours from Andronicus And pray the Romane Gods confound you both Deme. Gramercie louely Lucius what 's the newes For villanie's markt with rape May it please you My Grandsire well aduis'd hath sent by me The goodliest weapons of his Armorie To gratifie your honourable youth The hope of Rome for so he bad me say And so I do and with his gifts present Your Lordships when euer you haue need You may be armed and appointed well And so I leaue you both like bloody villaines Exit Deme. What 's heere a scrole written round about Let 's see Integer vitae scelerisque purus non egit maury iaculis nec arcus Chi. O 't is a verse in Horace I know it well I read it in the Grammer long agoe Moore I iust a verse in Horace right you haue it Now what a thing it is to be an Asse Heer 's no sound iest the old man hath found their guilt And sends the weapons wrapt about with lines That wound beyond their feeling to the quick But were our witty Empresse well a foot She would applaud Andronicus conceit But let her rest in her vnrest a while And now young Lords wa' st not a happy starre Led vs to Rome strangers and more then so Captiues to be aduanced to this height It did me good before the Pallace gate To braue the Tribune in his brothers hearing Deme. But me more good to see so great a Lord Basely insinuate and send vs gifts Moore Had he not reason Lord Demetrius Did you not vse his daughter very friendly Deme. I would we had a thousand Romane Dames At such a bay by turne to serue our lust Chi. A charitable wish and full of loue Moore Heere lack 's but you mother for to say Amen Chi. And that would she for twenty thousand more Deme. Come let vs go and pray to all the Gods For our beloued mother in her paines Moore Pray to the deuils the gods haue giuen vs ouer Flourish Dem. Why do the Emperors trumpets flourish thus Chi. Belike for ioy the Emperour hath a sonne Deme. Soft who comes heere Enter Nurse with a blacke a Moore childe Nur. Good morrow Lords O tell me did you see Aaron the Moore Aron Well more or lesse or nere a whit at all Heere Aaron is and what with Aaron now Nurse Oh gentle Aaron we are all vndone Now helpe or woe betide thee euermore Aron Why what a catterwalling dost thou keepe What dost thou wrap and fumble in thine armes Nurse O that which I would hide from heauens eye Our Empresse shame and stately Romes disgrace She is deliuered Lords she is deliuered Aron To whom Nurse I meane she is brought a bed Aron Wel God giue her good rest What hath he sent her Nurse A deuill Aron Why then she is the Deuils Dam a ioyfull issue Nurse A ioylesse dismall blacke sorrowfull issue Heere is the babe as loathsome as a toad Among'st the fairest breeders of our clime The Empresse sends it thee thy stampe thy seale And bids thee christen it with thy daggers point Aron Out you whore is black so base a hue Sweet blowse you are a beautious blossome sure Deme. Villaine what hast thou done Aron That which thou canst not vndoe Chi. Thou hast vndone our mother Deme. And therein hellish dog thou hast vndone Woe to her chance and damn'd her loathed choyce Accur'st the off-spring of so foule a fiend Chi. It shall not liue Aron It shall not die Nurse Aaron it must the mother wils it so Aron What must it Nurse Then let no man but I Doe execution on my flesh and blood Deme. I le broach the Tadpole on my Rapiers point Nurse giue it me my sword shall soone dispatch it Aron Sooner this sword shall plough thy bowels vp Stay murtherous villaines will you kill your brother Now by the burning Tapers of the skie That sh'one so brightly when this Boy was got He dies vpon my Semitars sharpe point That touches this my first borne sonne and heire I tell you young-lings not Enceladus With all his threatning band of Typhons broode Nor great Alcides nor the God of warre Shall ceaze this prey out of his fathers hands What what ye sanguine shallow harted Boyes Ye white-limb'd walls ye Ale-house painted signes Cole-blacke is better then another hue In that it scornes to beare another hue For all the water in the Ocean Can neuer turne the Swans blacke legs to white Although she laue them hourely in the flood Tell the Empresse from me I am of age To keepe mine owne excuse it how she can Deme. Wilt thou betray thy noble mistris thus Aron My mistris is my mistris this my selfe The vigour and the picture of my youth This before all the world do I preferre This manger all the world will I keepe safe Or some of you shall smoake for it in Rome Deme. By this our mother is for euer sham'd Chi. Rome will despise her for this foule escape Nur. The Emperour in his rage will doome her death Chi. I blush to thinke vpon this ignominie Aron Why ther 's the priuiledge your beauty beares Fie trecherous hue that will betray with blushing The close enacts and counsels of the hart Heer 's a young Lad fram'd of another leere Looke how the blacke slaue smiles vpon the father As who should say old Lad I am thine owne He is your brother Lords sensibly fed Of that selfe blood that first gaue life to you And from that wombe where you imprisoned were He is infranchised and come to light Nay he is your brother by the surer side Although my seale be stamped in his face Nurse Aaron what shall I say vnto the Empresse Dem. Aduise thee Aaron
vs what Sinon hath bewicht our eares Or who hath brought the fatall engine in That giues our Troy our Rome the ciuill wound My heart is not compact of flint nor steele Nor can I vtter all our bitter griefe But floods of teares will drowne my Oratorie And breake my very vttrance euen in the time When it should moue you to attend me most Lending your kind hand Commiseration Heere is a Captaine let him tell the tale Your hearts will throb and weepe to heare him speake Luc. This Noble Auditory be it knowne to you That cursed Chiron and Demetrius Were they that murdred our Emperours Brother And they it were that rauished our Sister For their fell faults our Brothers were beheaded Our Fathers teares despis'd and basely cousen'd Of that true hand that fought Romes quarrell out And sent her enemies vnto the graue Lastly my selfe vnkindly banished The gates shut on me and turn'd weeping out To beg reliefe among Romes Enemies Who drown'd their enmity in my true teares And op'd their armes to imbrace me as a Friend And I am turned forth be it knowne to you That haue preseru'd her welfare in my blood And from her bosome tooke the Enemies point Sheathing the steele in my aduentrous body Alas you know I am no Vaunter I My scars can witnesse dumbe although they are That my report is iust and full of truth But soft me thinkes I do digresse too much Cyting my worthlesse praise Oh pardon me For when no Friends are by men praise themselues Marc. Now is my turne to speake Behold this Child Of this was Tamora deliuered The issue of an Irreligious Moore Chiefe Architect and plotter of these woes The Villaine is aliue in Titus house And as he is to witnesse this is true Now iudge what course had Titus to reuenge These wrongs vnspeakeable past patience Or more then any liuing man could beare Now you haue heard the truth what say you Romaines Haue we done ought amisse shew vs wherein And from the place where you behold vs now The poore remainder of Andronici Will hand in hand all headlong cast vs downe And on the ragged stones beat forth our braines And make a mutuall closure of our house Speake Romaines speake and if you say we shall Loe hand in hand Lucius and I will fall Emilli Come come thou reuerent man of Rome And bring our Emperour gently in thy hand Lucius our Emperour for well I know The common voyce do cry it shall be so Mar. Lucius all haile Romes Royall Emperour Goe goe into old Titus sorrowfull house And hither hale that misbelieuing Moore To be adiudg'd some direfull slaughtering death As punishment for his most wicked life Lucius all haile to Romes gracious Gouernour Luc. Thankes gentle Romanes may I gouerne so To heale Romes harmes and wipe away her woe But gentle people giue me ayme a-while For Nature puts me to a heauy taske Stand all aloofe but Vnckle draw you neere To shed obsequious teares vpon this Trunke Oh take this warme kisse on thy pale cold lips These forrowfull drops vpon thy bloud-slaine face The last true Duties of thy Noble Sonne Mar. Teare for teare and louing kisse for kisse Thy Brother Marcus tenders on thy Lips O were the summe of these that I should pay Countlesse and infinit yet would I pay them Luc. Come hither Boy come come and learne of vs To melt in showres thy Grandsire lou'd thee well Many a time he danc'd thee on his knee Sung thee asleepe his Louing Brest thy Pillow Many a matter hath he told to thee Meete and agreeing with thine Infancie In that respect then like a louing Childe Shed yet some small drops from thy tender Spring Because kinde Nature doth require it so Friends should associate Friends in Greefe and Wo. Bid him farwell commit him to the Graue Do him that kindnesse and take leaue of him Boy O Grandsire Grandsire euen with all my heart Would I were Dead so you did Liue againe O Lord I cannot speake to him for weeping My teares will choake me if I ope my mouth Romans You sad Andronici haue done with woes Giue sentence on this execrable Wretch That hath beene breeder of these dire euents Luc. Set him brest deepe in earth and famish him There let him stand and raue and cry for foode If any one releeues or pitties him For the offence he dyes This is our doome Some stay to see him fast'ned in the earth Aron O why should wrath be mute Fury dumbe I am no Baby I that with base Prayers I should repent the Euils I haue done Ten thousand worse then euer yet I did Would I performe if I might haue my will If one good Deed in all my life I did I do repent it from my very Soule Lucius Some louing Friends conuey the Emp. hence And giue him buriall in his Fathers graue My Father and Lauinia shall forthwith Be closed in our Housholds Monument As for that heynous Tyger Tamora No Funerall Rite nor man in mournfull Weeds No mournfull Bell shall ring her Buriall But throw her foorth to Beasts and Birds of prey Her life was Beast-like and deuoid of pitty And being so shall haue like want of pitty See Iustice done on Aaron that damn'd Moore From whom our heauy happes had their beginning Then afterwards to Order well the State That like Euents may ne're it Ruinate Exeunt omnes FINIS THE TRAGEDIE OF ROMEO and IVLIET Actus Primus Scoena Prima Enter Sampson and Gregory with Swords and Bucklers of the House of Capulet Sampson GRegory A my word wee 'l not carry coales Greg. No for then we should be Colliars Samp. I mean if we be in choller wee 'l draw Greg. I While you liue draw your necke out o' th Collar Samp. I strike quickly being mou'd Greg. But thou art not quickly mou'd to strike Samp. A dog of the house of Mountague moues me Greg. To moue is to stir and to be valiant is to stand Therefore if thou art mou'd thou runst away Samp. A dogge of that house shall moue me to stand I will take the wall of any Man or Maid of Mountagues Greg. That shewes thee a weake slaue for the weakest goes to the wall Samp. True and therefore women being the weaker Vessels are euer thrust to the wall therefore I will push Mountagues men from the wall and thrust his Maides to the wall Greg. The Quarrell is betweene our Masters and vs their men Samp. 'T is all one I will shew my selfe a tyrant when I haue fought with the men I will bee ciuill with the Maids and cut off their heads Greg. The heads of the Maids Sam. I the heads of the Maids or their Maiden-heads Take it in what sence thou wilt Greg. They must take it sence that feele it Samp. Me they shall feele while I am able to stand And 't is knowne I am a pretty peece of flesh Greg. 'T is well thou art not Fish If thou had'st
well gouern'd youth I would not for the wealth of all the towne Here in my house do him disparagement Therfore be patient take no note of him It is my will the which if thou respect Shew a faire presence and put off these frownes An ill beseeming semblance for a Feast Tib. It fits when such a Villaine is a guest I le not endure him Cap. He shall be endu'rd What goodman boy I say he shall go too Am I the Maister here or you go too You le not endure him God shall mend my soule You le make a Mutinie among the Guests You will set cocke a hoope you le be the man Tib. Why Vncle 't is a shame Cap. Go too go too You are a sawcy Boy ' ist so indeed This tricke may chance to scath you I know what You must contrary me marry 't is time Well said my hearts you are a Princox goe Be quiet or more light more light for shame I le make you quiet What chearely my hearts Tib. Patience perforce with wilfull choler meeting Makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting I will withdraw but this intrusion shall Now seeming sweet conuert to bitter gall Exit Rom. If I prophane with my vnworthiest hand This holy shrine the gentle sin is this My lips to blushing Pilgrims did ready stand To smooth that rough touch with a tender kisse Iul. Good Pilgrime You do wrong your hand too much Which mannerly deuotion shewes in this For Saints haue hands that Pilgrims hands do tuch And palme to palme is holy Palmers kisse Rom. Haue not Saints lips and holy Palmers too Iul. I Pilgrim lips that they must vse in prayer Rom. O then deare Saint let lips do what hands do They pray grant thou least faith turne to dispaire Iul. Saints do not moue Though grant for prayers sake Rom. Then moue not while my prayers effect I take Thus from my lips by thine my sin is purg'd Iul. Then haue my lips the sin that they haue tooke Rom. Sin from my lips O trespasse sweetly vrg'd Giue me my sin againe Iul. You kisse by ' th' booke Nur. Madam your Mother craues a word with you Rom. What is her Mother Nurs Marrie Batcheler Her Mother is the Lady of the house And a good Lady and a wise and Vertuous I Nur'st her Daughter that you talkt withall I tell you he that can lay hold of her Shall haue the chincks Rom. Is she a Capulet O deare account My life is my foes debt Ben. Away be gone the sport is at the best Rom. I so I feare the more is my vnrest Cap. Nay Gentlemen prepare not to be gone We haue a trifling foolish Banquet towards Is it e'ne so why then I thanke you all I thanke you honest Gentlemen good night More Torches here come on then let 's to bed Ah sirrah by my faie it waxes late I le to my rest Iuli. Come hither Nurse What is yond Gentleman Nur. The Sonne and Heire of old Tyberio Iuli. What 's he that now is going out of doore Nur. Marrie that I thinke be young Petruchio Iul. What 's he that follows here that would not dance Nur. I know not Iul. Go aske his name if he be married My graue is like to be my wedded bed Nur. His name is Romeo and a Mountague The onely Sonne of your great Enemie Iul. My onely Loue sprung from my onely hate Too early seene vnknowne and knowne too late Prodigious birth of Loue it is to me That I must loue a loathed Enemie Nur. What 's this what 's this Iul. A rime I learne euen now Of one I dan'st withall One cals within Iuliet Nur. Anon anon Come let 's away the strangers all are gone Exeunt Chorus Now old desire doth in his death bed lie And yong affection gapes to be his Heire That faire for which Loue gron'd for and would die With tender Iuliet matcht is now not faire Now Romeo is beloued and Loues againe A like bewitched by the charme of lookes But to his foe suppos'd he must complaine And she steale Loues sweet bait from fearefull hookes Being held a foe he may not haue accesse To breath such vowes as Louers vse to sweare And she as much in Loue her meanes much lesse To meete her new Beloued any where But passion lends them Power time meanes to meete Temp'ring extremities with extreame sweete Enter Romeo alone Rom. Can I goe forward when my heart is here Turne backe dull earth and find thy Center out Enter Benuolio with Mercutio Ben. Romeo my Cozen Romeo Romeo Merc. He is wise And on my life hath stolne him home to bed Ben. He ran this way and leapt this Orchard wall Call good Mercutio Nay I le coniure too Mer. Romeo Humours Madman Passion Louer Appeare thou in the likenesse of a sigh Speake but one rime and I am satisfied Cry me but ay me Prouant but Loue and day Speake to my goship Venus one faire word One Nickname for her purblind Sonne and her Young Abraham Cupid he that shot so true When King Cophetâ—a lou'd the begger Maid He heareth not he stirreth not he moueth not The Ape is dead I must coniure him I coniure thee by Rosalines bright eyes By her High forehead and her Scarlet lip By her Fine foote Straight leg and Quiuering thigh And the Demeanes that there Adiacent lie That in thy likenesse thou appeare to vs. Ben. And if he heare thee thou wilt anger him Mer. This cannot anger him t' would anger him To raise a spirit in his Mistresse circle Of some strange nature letting it stand Till she had laid it and coniured it downe That were some spight My inuocation is faire and honest in his Mistris name I coniure onely but to raise vp him Ben. Come he hath hid himselfe among these Trees To be consorted with the Humerous night Blind is his Loue and best befits the darke Mer. If Loue be blind Loue cannot hit the marke Now will he sit vnder a Medler tree And wish his Mistresse were that kind of Fruite As Maides call Medlers when they laugh alone O Romeo that she were O that she were An open or thou a Poprin Peare Romeo goodnight I le to my Truckle bed This Field-bed is to cold for me to sleepe Come shall we go Ben. Go then for 't is in vaine to seeke him here That meanes not to be found Exeunt Rom. He ieasts at Scarres that neuer felt a wound But soft what light through yonder window breaks It is the East and Iuliet is the Sunne Arise faire Sun and kill the enuious Moone Who is already sicke and pale with griefe That thou her Maid art far more faire then she Be not her Maid since she is enuious Her Vestal liuery is but sicke and greene And none but fooles do weare it cast it off It is my Lady O it is my Loue O that she knew she were She speakes yet she sayes nothing what of that Her eye
this Tassell gentle backe againe Bondage is hoarse and may not speake aloud Else would I teare the Caue where Eccho lies And make her ayrie tongue more hoarse then With repetition of my Romeo Rom. It is my soule that calls vpon my name How siluer sweet sound Louers tongues by night Like softest Musicke to attending eares Iul. Romeo Rom. My Neece Iul. What a clock to morrow Shall I send to thee Rom. By the houre of nine Iul. I will not faile 't is twenty yeares till then I haue forgot why I did call thee backe Rom. Let me stand here till thou remember it Iul. I shall forget to haue thee still stand there Remembring how I Loue thy company Rom. And I le still stay to haue thee still forget Forgetting any other home but this Iul. 'T is almost morning I would haue thee gone And yet no further then a wantons Bird That let 's it hop a little from his hand Like a poore prisoner in his twisted Gyues And with a silken thred plucks it backe againe So louing Iealous of his liberty Rom. I would I were thy Bird. Iul. Sweet so would I Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing Good night good night Rom. Parting is such sweete sorrow That I shall say goodnight till it be morrow Iul. Sleepe dwell vpon thine eyes peace in thy brest Rom. Would I were sleepe and peace so sweet to rest The gray ey'd morne smiles on the frowning night Checkring the Easterne Clouds with streakes of light And darknesse fleckel'd like a drunkard reeles From forth dayes pathway made by Titans wheeles Hence will I to my ghostly Fries close Cell His helpe to craue and my deare hap to tell Exit Enter Frier alone with a basket Fri. The gray ey'd morne smiles on the frowning night Checkring the Easterne Cloudes with streaks of light And fleckled darknesse like a drunkard reeles From forth daies path and Titans burning wheeles Now ere the Sun aduance his burning eye The day to cheere and nights danke dew to dry I must vpfill this Osier Cage of ours With balefull weedes and precious Iuiced flowers The earth that 's Natures mother is her Tombe What is her burying graue that is her wombe And from her wombe children of diuers kind We sucking on her naturall bosome find Many for many vertues excellent None but for some and yet all different Omickle is the powerfull grace that lies In Plants Hearbs stones and their true qualities For nought so vile that on the earth doth liue But to the earth some speciall good doth giue Nor ought so good but strain'd from that faire vse Reuolts from true birth stumbling on abuse Vertue it selfe turnes vice being misapplied And vice sometime by action dignified Enter Romeo Within the infant rin'd of this weake flower Poyson hath residence and medicine power For this being smelt with that part cheares each part Being tasted slayes all sences with the heart Two such opposed Kings encampe them still In man as well as Hearbes grace and rude will And where the worser is predominant Full soone the Canker death eates vp that Plant. Rom. Good morrow Father Fri. Benedecite What early tongue so sweet saluteth me Young Sonne it argues a distempered head So soone to bid goodmorrow to thy bed Care keepes his watch in euery old mans eye And where Care lodges sleepe will neuer lye But where vnbrused youâ—h with vnstuft braine Doth couch his lims there golden sleepe doth raigne Therefore thy earlinesse doth me assure Thou art vprous'd with some diftemprature Or if not so then here I hit it right Our Romeo hath not beene in bed to night Rom. That last is true the sweeter rest was mine Fri. God pardon sin wast thou with Rosaline Rom. With Rosaline my ghostly Father No I haue forgot that name and that names woe Fri. That 's my good Son but wher hast thou bin then Rom. I le tell thee ere thou aske it me agen I haue beene feasting with mine enemie Where on a sâ—dden one hath wounded me That 's by me wounded both our remedies Within thy helpe and holy phisicke lies I beare no hatred blessed man for loe My intercession likewise steads my foe Fri. Be plaine good Son rest homely in thy drift Ridling confession findes but ridling shrift Rom Then plainly know my hearts deare Loue is set On the faire daughter of rich Capulet As mine on hers so hers is set on mine And all combin'd saue what thou must combine By holy marriage when and where and how We met we wooed and made exchange of vow I le tell thee as we passe but this I pray That thou consent to marrie vs to day Fri. Holy S. Francis what a change is heere Is Rosaline that thou didst Loue so deare So soone forsaken young mens Loue then lies Not truely in their hearts but in their eyes Iesu Maria what a deale of brine Hath washt thy sallow cheekes for Rosaline How much salt water throwne away in wast To season Loue that of it doth not tast The Sun not yet thy sighes from heauen cleares Thy old grones yet ringing in my auncient eares Lo here vpon thy cheeke the staine doth sit Of an old teare that is not washt off yet If ere thou wast thy selfe and these woes thine Thou and these woes were all for Rosaline And art thou chang'd pronounce this sentence then Women may fall when there 's no strength in men Rom. Thou chid'st me oft for louing Rosaline Fri. For doting not for louing pupill mine Rom. And bad'st me bury Loue. Fri. Not in a graue To lay one in another out to haue Rom. I pray thee chide me not her I Loue now Doth grace for grace and Loue for Loue allow The other did not so Fri. O she knew well Thy Loue did read by rote that could not spell But come young wauerer come goe with me In one respect I le thy assistant be For this alliance may so happy proue To turne your houshould rancor to pure Loue. Rom. O let vs hence I stand on sudden hast Fri. Wisely and slow they stumble that run fast Exeunt Enter Benuolio and Mercutio Mer. Where the deuâ—le should this Romeo be came he not home to night Ben. Not to his Fathers I spoke with his man Mer. Why that same pale hard-harted wench that Rosaline torments him so that he will sure run mad Ben. Tibalt the kinsman to old Capulet hath sent a Letter to his Fathers house Mer. A challenge on my life Ben. Romeo will answere it Mer. Any man that can write may answere a Letter Ben. Nay he will answere the Letters Maister how he dares being dared Mer. Alas poore Romeo he is already dead stab'd with a white wencheâ— blacke eye runne through the eare with a Loue song the very pinne of his heart cleft with the blind Bowe-boyes but-shaft and is he a man to encounter Tybalt Ben. Why what is Tibalt Mer. More then Prince of Cats Oh hee 's the
not of Ornament They are but beggers that can count their worth But my true Loue is growne to such such excesse I cannot sum vp some of halfe my wealth Fri. Come come with me we will make short worke For by your leaues you shall not stay alone Till holy Church incorporate two in one Enter Mercutio Benuolio and men Ben. I pray thee good Mercutio le ts retire The day is hot the Capulets abroad And if we meet we shal not scape a brawle for now these hot dayes is the mad blood stirring Mer. Thou art like one of these fellowes that when he enters the confines of a Tauerne claps me his Sword vpon the Table and sayes God send me no need of thee and by the operation of the second cup draweâ— him on the Drawer when indeed there is no need Ben. Am I like such a Fellow Mer. Come come thou art as hot a Iacke in thy mood as any in Italie and assoone moued to be moodie and assoone moodie to be mou'd Ben. And what too Mer. Nay and there were two such we should haue none shortly for one would kill the other thou why thou wilt quarrell with a man that hath a haire more or a haire lesse in his beard then thou hast thou wilt quarrell with a man for cracking Nuts hauing no other reason but because thou hast hasell eyes what eye but such an eye would spie out such a quarrell thy head is as full of quarrels as an egge is full of meat and yet thy head hath bin beaten as addle as an egge for quarreling thou hast quarrel'd with a man for coffing in the street because he hath wakened thy Dog that hath laine asleepe in the Sun Did'st thou not fall out with a Tailor for wearing his new Doublet before Easter with another for tying his new shooes with old Riband and yet thou wilt Tutor me from quarrelling Ben. And I were so apt to quarell as thou art any man should buy the Fee-simple of my life for an houre and a quarter Mer. The Fee-simple O simple Enter Tybalt Petruchio and others Ben. By my head here comes the Capulets Mer. By my heele I care not Tyb Follow me close for I will speake to them Gentlemen Good den a word with one of you Mer. And but one word with one of vs couple it with something make it a word and a blow Tib. You shall find me apt inough to that sir and you will giue me occasion Mercu. Could you not take some occasion without giuing Tib. Mercutio thou consort'st with Romeo Mer. Consort what dost thou make vs Minstrels thou make Minstrels of vs looke to heare nothing but discords heere 's my fiddlesticke heere 's that shall make you daunce Come consort Ben. We talke here in the publike haunt of men Either withdraw vnto some priuate place Or reason coldly of your greeuances Or else depart here all eies gaze on vs. Mer. Mens eyes were made to looke and let them gaze I will not budge for no mans pleasure I. Enter Romeo Tib. Well peace be with you sir here comes my man Mer. But I le be hang'd sir if he weare your Liuery Marry go before to field hee le be your follower Your worship in that sense may call him man Tib. Romeo the loue I beare thee can affoord No better terme then this Thou art a Villaine Rom. Tibalt the reason that I haue to loue thee Doth much excuse the appertaining rage To such a greeting Villaine am I none Therefore farewell I see thou know'st me not Tib. Boy this shall not excuse the iniuries That thou hast done me therefore turne and draw Rom. I do protest I neuer iniur'd thee But lou'd thee better then thou can'st deuise Till thou shalt know the reason of my loue And so good Capulet which name I tender As dearely as my owne be satisfied Mer. O calme dishonourable vile submission Alla stucatho carries it away Tybalt you Rat-catcher will you walke Tib. What woulds thou haue with me Mer. Good King of Cats nothing but one of your nine liues that I meane to make bold withall and as you shall vse me hereafter dry beate the rest of the eight Will you pluck your Sword out of his Pilcher by the eares Make hast least mine be about your eares ere it be out Tib. I am for you Rom. Gentle Mercutio put thy Rapier vp Mer. Come sir your Passado Rom. Draw Benuolio beat downe their weapons Gentlemen for shame forbeare this outrage Tibalt Mercutio the Prince expresly hath Forbidden bandying in Verona streetes Hold Tybalt good Mercutio Exit Tybalt Mer. I am hurt A plague a both the Houses I am sped Is he gone and hath nothing Ben. What art thou hurt Mer. I I a scratch a scratch marry 't is inough Where is my Page go Villaine fetch a Surgeon Rom. Courage man the hurt cannot be much Mer. No 't is not so deepe as a well nor so wide as a Church doore but 't is inough 't will serue aske for me to morrow and you shall find me a graue man I am pepper'd I warrant for this world a plague a both your houses What a Dog a Rat a Mouse a Cat to scratch a man to death a Braggart a Rogue a Villaine that fights by the booke of Arithmeticke why the deu'le came you betweene vs I was hurt vnder your arme Rom. I thought all for the best Mer. Helpe me into some house Benuolio Or I shall faint a plague a both your houses They haue made wormes meat of me I haue it and soundly to your Houses Exit Rom. This Gentleman the Princes neere Alie My very Friend hath got his mortall hurt In my behalfe my reputation stain'd With Tibalts slaunder Tybalt that an houre Hath beene my Cozin O Sweet Iuliet Thy Beauty hath made me Effeminate And in my temper softned Valours steele Enter Benuolio Ben. O Romeo Romeo braue Mercutio's is dead That Gallant spirit hath aspir'd the Cloudes Which too vntimely here did scorne the earth Rom. This daies blacke Fate on mo daies doth depend This but begins the wo others must end Enter Tybalt Ben. Here comes the Furious Tybalt backe againe Rom. He gon in triumph and Mercutio slaine Away to heauen respectiue Lenitie And fire and Fury be my conduct now Now Tybalt take the Villaine backe againe That late thou gau'st me for Mercutios soule Is but a little way aboue our heads Staying for thine to keepe him companie Either thou or I or both must goe with him Tib. Thou wretched Boy that didst consort him here Shalt with him hence Rom. This shall determine that They fight Tybalt falles Ben. Romeo away be gone The Citizens are vp and Tybalt slaine Stand not amaz'd the Prince will Doome thee death If thou art taken hence be gone away Rom. O! I am Fortunes foole Ben. Why dost thou stay Exit Romeo Enter Citizens Citi. Which way ran he that kild Mercutio Tibalt that Murtherer which way ran
Peter Rom. Giue me that Mattocke the wrenching Iron Hold take this Letter early in the morning See thou deliuer it to my Lord and Father Giue me the light vpon thy life I charge thee What ere thou hear'st or seest stand all aloofe And do not interrupt me in my course Why I descend into this bed of death Is partly to behold my Ladies face But chiefly to take thence from her dead finger A precious Ring a Ring that I must vse In deare employment therefore hence be gone But if thou iealous dost returne to prie In what I further shall intend to do By heauen I will teare thee ioynt by ioynt And strew this hungry Churchyard with thy limbs The time and my intents are sauage wilde More fierce and more inexorable farre Then emptie Tygers or the roaring Sea Pet. I will be gone sir and not trouble you Ro. So shalt thou shew me friendship take thou that Liue and be prosperous and farewell good fellow Pet. For all this faine I le hide me here about His lookes I feare and his intents I doubt Rom. Thou detestable mawe thou wombe of death Gorg'd with the dearest morsell of the earth Thus I enforce thy rotten Iawes to open And in despight I le cram thee with more food Par. This is that banisht haughtie Mountague That murdred my Loues Cozin with which griefe It is supposed the faire Creature died And here is come to do some villanous shame To the dead bodies I will apprehend him Stop thy vnhallowed toyle vile Mountague Can vengeance be pursued further then death Condemned vallaine I do apprehend thee Obey and go with me for thou must die Rom. I must indeed and therfore came I hither Good gentle youth tempt not a desperate man Flie hence and leaue me thinke vpon those gone Let them affright thee I beseech thee Youth Put not an other sin vpon my head By vrging me to furie O be gone By heauen I loue thee better then my selfe For I come hither arm'd against my selfe Stay not be gone liue and hereafter say A mad mans mercy bid thee run away Par. I do defie thy commisseration And apprehend thee for a Fellon here Ro. Wilt thou prouoke me Then haue at thee Boy Pet. O Lord they fight I will go call the Watch. Pa. O I am slaine if thou be mercifull Open the Tombe lay me with Iuliet Rom. In faith I will let me peruse this face Mercutius kinsman Noble Countie Paris What said my man when my betossed soule Did not attend him as we rode I thinke He told me Paris should haue married Iuliet Said he not so Or did I dreame it so Or am I mad hearing him talke of Iuliet To thinke it was so O giue me thy hand One writ with me in sowre misfortunes booke I le burie thee in a triumphant graue A Graue O no a Lanthorne slaughtred Youth For here lies Iuliet and her beautie makes This Vault a feasting presence full of light Death lie thou there by a dead man inter'd How oft when men are at the point of death Haue they beene merrie Which their Keepers call A lightning before death Oh how may I Call this a lightning O my Loue my Wife Death that hath suckt the honey of thy breath Hath had no power yet vpon thy Beautie Thou are not conquer'd Beauties ensigne yet Is Crymson in thy lips and in thy cheekes And Deaths pale flag is not aduanced there Tybalt ly'st thou there in thy bloudy sheet O what more fauour can I do to thee Then with that hand that cut thy youth in twaine To sunder his that was thy enemie Forgiue me Cozen. Ah deare Iuliet Why art thou yet so faire I will beleeue Shall I beleeue that vnsubstantiall death is amorous And that the leane abhorred Monster keepes Thee here in darke to be his Paramour For feare of that I still will stay with thee And neuer from this Pallace of dym night Depart againe come lie thou in my armes Heere 's to thy health where ere thou tumblest in O true Appothecarie Thy drugs are quicke Thus with a kisse I die Depart againe here here will I remaine With Wormes that are thy Chambermaides O here Will I set vp my euerlasting rest And shake the yoke of inauspicious starres From this world wearied flesh Eyes looke your last Armes take your last embrace And lips O you The doores of breath seale with a righteous kisse A datelesse bargaine to ingrossing death Come bitter conduct come vnsauoury guide Thou desperate Pilot now at once run on The dashing Rocks thy Sea-sicke wearie Barke Heere 's to my Loue. O true Appothecary Thy drugs are quicke Thus with a kisse I die Enter Frier with Lanthorne Crow and Spade Fri. St. Francis be my speed how oft to night Haue my old feet stumbled at graues Who 's there Man Here 's one a Friend one that knowes you well Fri. Blisse be vpon you Tell me good my Friend What Torch is yond that vainely lends his light To grubs and eyelesse Sculleâ— As I discerne It burneth in the Capels Monument Man It doth so holy sir And there 's my Master one that you loue Fri. Who is it Man Romeo Fri. How long hath he bin there Man Full halfe an houre Fri. Go with me to the Vault Man I dare not Sir My Master knowes not but I am gone hence And fearefully did menace me with death If I did stay to looke on his entents Fri. Stay then I le go alone feares comes vpon me O much I feare some ill vnluckie thing Man As I did sleepe vnder this young tree here I dreamt my maister and another fought And that my Maister slew him Fri. Romeo Alacke alacke what blood is this which staines The stony entrance of this Sepulcher What meane these Masterlesse and goarie Swords To lie discolour'd by this place of peace Romeo oh pale who else what Paris too And steept in blood Ah what an vnknd houre Is guiltie of this lamentable chance The Lady stirs Iul. O comfortable Frier where 's my Lord I do remember well where I should be And there I am where is my Romeo Fri. I heare some noyse Lady come from that nest Of death contagion and vnnaturall sleepe A greater power then we can contradict Hath thwarted our entents come come away Thy husband in thy bosome there lies dead And Paris too come I le dispose of thee Among a Sisterhood of holy Nunnes Stay not to question for the watch is comming Come go good Iuliet I dare no longer stay Exit Iul. Go get thee hence for I will notuaway What 's here A cup clos'd in my true loâ—es hand Poyson I see hath bin his timelesse end O churle drinke all and lest no friendly drop To helpe me after I will kisse thy lips Happlie some poyson yet doth hang on them To make me die wth a restoratiue Thy lips are warme Enter Boy and Watch. Watch. Lead Boy which way Iul. Yea noise
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
art aliue I swoond to see thee Ape Would thou would'st burst Tim. Away thou tedious Rogue I am sorry I shall lose a stone by thee Ape Beast Tim. Slaue Ape Toad Tim. Rogue Rogue Rogue I am sicke of this false world and will loue nought But euen the meere necessities vpon 't Then Timon presently prepare thy graue Lye where the light Fome of the Sea may beate Thy graue stone dayly make thine Epitaph That death in me at others liues may laugh O thou sweete King-killer and deare diuorce Twixt naturall Sunne and fire thou bright defilet of Himens purest bed thou valiant Mars Thou euer yong fresh loued and delicate wooer Whose blush doth thawe the consecrated Snow That lyes on Dians lap Thou visible God That souldrest close Impossibilities And mak'st them kisse that speak'st with euerie Tongue To euerie purpose O thou touch of hearts Thinke thy slaue-man rebels and by thy vertue Set them into confounding oddes that Beasts May haue the world in Empire Ape Would 't were so But not till I am dead I le say th' hast Gold Thou wilt be throng'd too shortly Tim. Throng'd too Ape I. Tim. Thy backe I prythee Ape Liue and loue thy misery Tim. Long liue so and so dye I am quit Ape Mo things like men Eate Timon and abhorre then Exit Apeman Enter the Bandetti 1 Where should he haue this Gold It is some poore Fragment some slender Ort of his remainder the meere want of Gold and the falling from of his Friendes droue him into this Melancholly 2 It is nois'd He hath a masse of Treasure 3 Let vs make the assay vpon him if he care not for 't he will supply vs easily if he couetously reserue it how shall 's get it 2 True for he beares it not about him 'T is hid 1 Is not this hee All. Where 2 'T is his description 3 He I know him All. Saue thee Timon Tim. Now Theeues All. Soldiers not Theeues Tim. Both too and womens Sonnes All. We are not Theeues but men That much do want Tim. Your greatest want is you want much of meat Why should you want Behold the Earth hath Rootes Within this Mile breake forth a hundred Springs The Oakes beare Mast the Briars Scarlet Heps The bounteous Huswife Nature on each bush Layes her full Messe before you Want why Want 1 We cannot liue on Grasse on Berries Water As Beasts and Birds and Fishes Ti. Nor on the Beasts themselues the Birds Fishes You must eate men Yet thankes I must you con That you are Theeues profest that you worke not In holier shapes For there is boundlesse Theft In limited Professions Rascall Theeues Heere 's Gold Go sucke the subtle blood o' th' Grape Till the high Feauor seeth your blood to froth And so scape hanging Trust not the Physitian His Antidotes are poyson and he slayes Moe then you Rob Take wealth and liues together Do Villaine do since you protest to doo 't Like Workemen I le example you with Theeuery The Sunnes a Theefe and with his great attraction Robbes the vaste Sea The Moones an arrant Theefe And her pale fire she snatches from the Sunne The Seaâ— a Theefe whose liquid Surge resolues The Moone into Salt teares The Earth's a Theefe That feeds and breeds by a composture stolne From gen'rall excrement each thing 's a Theefe The Lawes your curbe and whip in their rough power Ha's vncheck'd Theft Loue not your selues away Rob one another there 's more Gold cut throates All that you meete are Theeues to Athens go Breake open shoppes nothing can you steale But Theeues do loose it steale lesse for this I giue you And Gold confound you howsoere Amen 3 Has almost charm'd me from my Profession by perswading me to it 1 'T is in the malice of mankinde that he thus aduises vs not to haue vs thriue in our mystery 2 I le beleeue him as an Enemy And giue ouer my Trade 1 Let vs first see peace in Athens there is no time so miserable but a man may be true Exit Theeues Enter the Steward to Timon Stew. Oh you Gods Is yon'd despis'd and ruinous man my Lord Full of decay and fayling Oh Monument And wonder of good deeds euilly bestow'd What an alteration of Honor has desp'rate want made What vilder thing vpon the earth then Friends Who can bring Noblest mindes to basest ends How rarely does it meete with this times guise When man was wisht to loue his Enemies Grant I may euer loue and rather woo Those that would mischeefe me then those that doo Has caught me in his eye I will present my honest griefe vnto him and as my Lord still serue him with my life My deerest Master Tim. Away what art thou Stew. Haue you forgot me Sir Tim. Why dost aske that I haue forgot all men Then if thou grunt'st th' art a man I haue forgot thee Stew. An honest poore seruant of yours Tim. Then I know thee not I neuer had honest man about me I all I kept were Knaues to serue in meate to Villaines Stew. The Gods are witnesse Neu'r did poore Steward weare a truer greefe For his vndone Lord then mine eyes for you Tim. What dost thou weepe Come neerer then I loue thee Because thou art a woman and disclaim'st Flinty mankinde whose eyes do neuer giue But thorow Lust and Laughter pittie 's sleeping Strange times y t weepe with laughing not with weeping Stew. I begge of you to know me good my Lord T' accept my greefe and whil'st this poore wealth lasts To entertaine me as your Steward still Tim. Had I a Steward So true so iust and now so comfortable It almost turnes my dangerous Nature wilde Let me behold thy face Surely this man Was borne of woman Forgiue my generall and exceptlesse rashnesse You perpetuall sober Gods I do proclaime One honest man Mistake me not but one No more I pray and hee 's a Steward How faine would I haue hated all mankinde And thou redeem'st thy selfe But all saue thee I fell with Curses Me thinkes thou art more honest now then wise For by oppressing and betraying mee Thou might'st haue sooner got another Seruice For many so arriue at second Masters Vpon their first Lords necke But tell me true For I must euer doubt though ne're so sure Is not thy kindnesse subtle couetous If not a Vsuring kindnesse and as rich men deale Guifts Expecting in returne twenty for one Stew. No my most worthy Master in whose brest Doubt and suspect alas are plac'd too late You should haue fear'd false times when you did Feast Suspect still comes where an estate is least That which I shew Heauen knowes is meerely Loue Dutie and Zeale to your vnmatched minde Care of your Food and Liuing and beleeue it My most Honour'd Lord For any benefit that points to mee Either in hope or present I 'de exchange For this one wish that you had power and wealth To requite me by making rich your selfe Tim. Looke
is the Eye of Child-hood That feares a painted Deuill If he doe bleed I le guild the Faces of the Groomes withall For it must seeme their Guilt Exit Knocke within Macb. Whence is that knocking How is' t with me when euery noyse appalls me What Hands are here hah they pluck out mine Eyes Will all great Neptunes Ocean wash this blood Cleane from my Hand no this my Hand will rather The multitudinous Seas incarnardine Making the Greene one Red. Enter Lady Lady My Hands are of your colour but I shame To weare a Heart so white Knocke. I heare a knocking at the South entry Retyre we to our Chamber A little Water cleares vs of this deed How easie is it then your Constancie Hath left you vnattended Knocke. Hearke more knocking Get on your Night-Gowne least occasion call vs And shew vs to be Watchers be not lost So poorely in your thoughts Macb. To know my deed Knocke. 'T were best not know my selfe Wake Duncan with thy knocking I would thou could'st Exeunt Scena Tertia Enter a Porter Knocking within Porter Here 's a knocking indeede if a man were Porter of Hell Gate hee should haue old turning the Key Knock. Knock Knock Knock. Who 's there i' th' name of Belzebub Here 's a Farmer that hang'd himselfe on th' expectation of Plentie Come in time haue Napkins enow about you here you 'le sweat for 't Knock. Knock knock Who 's there in th' other Deuils Name Faith here 's an Equiuocator that could sweare in both the Scales against eyther Scale who committed Treason enough for Gods sake yet could not equiuocate to Heauen oh come in Equiuocator Knock. Knock Knock Knock. Who 's there 'Faith here 's an English Taylor come hither for stealing out of a French Hose Come in Taylor here you may rost your Goose Knock. Knock Knock. Neuer at quiet What are you but this place is too cold for Hell I le Deuill-Porter it no further I had thought to haue let in some of all Professions that goe the Primrose way to th' euerlasting Bonfire Knock. Anon anon I pray you remember the Porter Enter Macduff and Lenox Macd. Was it so late friend ere you went to Bed That you doe lye so late Port. Faith Sir we were carowsing till the second Cock And Drinke Sir is a great prouoker of three things Macd. What three things does Drinke especially prouoke Port. Marry Sir Nose-painting Sleepe and Vrine Lecherie Sir it prouokes and vnprouokes it prouokes the desire but it takes away the performance Therefore much Drinke may be said to be an Equiuocator with Lecherie it makes him and it marres him it sets him on and it takes him off it perswades him and dis-heartens him makes him stand too and not stand too in conclusion equiuocates him in a sleepe and giuing him the Lye leaues him Macd. I beleeue Drinke gaue thee the Lye last Night Port. That it did Sir i' the very Throat on me but I requited him for his Lye and I thinke being too strong for him though he tooke vp my Legges sometime yet I made a Shift to cast him Enter Macbeth Macd. Is thy Master stirring Our knocking ha's awak'd him here he comes Lenox Good morrow Noble Sir Macb. Good morrow both Macd. Is the King stirring worthy Thane Macb. Not yet Macd. He did command me to call timely on him I haue almost slipt the houre Maâ—b I le bring you to him Macd. I know this is a ioyfull trouble to you But yet 't is one Macb. The labour we delight in Physicks paine This is the Doore Macd. I le make so bold to call for 't is my limitted seruice Exit Macduffe Lenox Goes the King hence to day Macb. He does he did appoint so Lenox The Night ha's been vnruly Where we lay our Chimneys were blowne downe And as they say lamentings heard i' th' Ayre Strange Schreemes of Death And Prophecying with Accents terrible Of dyre Combustion and confus'd Euents New hatch'd toth ' wofull time The obscure Bird clamor'd the liue-long Night Some say the Earth was feuorous And did shake Macb. 'T was a rough Night Lenox My young remembrance cannot paralell A fellow to it Enter Macduff Macd. O horror horror horror Tongue nor Heart cannot conceiue nor name thee Macb. and Lenox What 's the matter Macd. Confusion now hath made his Master-peece Most sacrilegious Murther hath broke ope The Lords anoynted Temple and stole thence The Life o' th' Building Macb. What is' t you say the Life Lenox Meane you his Maiestie Macd. Approch the Chamber and destroy your sight With a new Gorgon Doe not bid me speake See and then speake your selues awake awake Exeunt Macbeth and Lenox Ring the Alarum Bell Murther and Treason Banquo and Donalbaine Malcolme awake Shake off this Downey sleepe Deaths counterfeit And looke on Death it selfe vp vp and see The great Doomes Image Malcolme Banquo As from your Graues rise vp and walke like Sprights To countenance this horror Ring the Bell. Bell rings Enter Lady Lady What 's the Businesse That such a hideous Trumpet calls to parley The sleepers of the House speake speake Macd. O gentle Lady 'T is not for you to heare what I can speake The repetition in a Womans care Would murther as it fell Enter Banquo O Banquo Banquo Our Royall Master 's murther'd Lady Woe alas What in our House Ban. Too cruell any where Deare Duff I prythee contradict thy selfe And say it is not so Enter Macbeth Lenox and Rosse Macb. Had I but dy'd an houre before this chance I had liu'd a blessed time for from this instant There 's nothing serious in Mortalitie All is but Toyes Renowne and Grace is dead The Wine of Life is drawne and the meere Lees Is left this Vault to brag of Enter Malcolme and Donalbaine Donal What is amisse Macb. You are and doe not know 't The Spring the Head the Fountaine of your Blood Is stopt the very Source of it is stopt Macd. Your Royall Father 's murther'd Mal. Oh by whom Lenox Those of his Chamber as it seem'd had don 't Their Hands and Faces were all badg'd with blood So were their Daggers which vnwip'd we found Vpon their Pillowes they star'd and were distracted No mans Life was to be trusted with them Macb. O yet I doe repent me of my furie That I did kill them Macd. Wherefore did you so Macb. Who can be wise amaz'd temp'rate furious Loyall and Neutrall in a moment No man Th' expedition of my violent Loue Out-run the pawser Reason Here lay Duncan His Siluer skinne lac'd with his Golden Blood And his gash'd Stabs look'd like a Breach in Nature For Ruines wastfull entrance there the Murtherers Steep'd in the Colours of their Trade their Daggers Vnmannerly breech'd with gore who could refraine That had a heart to loue and in that heart Courage to make 's loue knowne Lady Helpe me hence hoa Macd. Looke to the Lady Mal. Why doe we hold our tongues
Doct. Were I from Dunsinane away and cleere Profit againe should hardly draw me heere Exeunt Scena Quarta Drum and Colours Enter Malcolme Seyward Macduffe Seywards Sonne Menteth Cathnes Angus and Soldiers Marching Malc Cosins I hope the dayes are neere at hand That Chambers will be safe Ment. We doubt it nothing Syew What wood is this before vs Ment. The wood of Birnane Malc Let euery Souldier hew him downe a Bough And bear 't before him thereby shall we shadow The numbers of our Hoast and make discouery Erre in report of vs. Sold. It shall be done Syw We learne no other but the confident Tyrant Keepes still in Dunsinane and will indure Our setting downe befor 't Malc 'T is his maine hope For where there is aduantage to be giuen Both more and lesse haue giuen him the Reuolt And none serue with him but constrained things Whose hearts are absent too Macd. Let our iust Censures Attend the true euent and put we on Industrious Souldiership Sey. The time approaches That will with due decision make vs know What we shall say we haue and what we owe Thoughts speculatiue their vnsure hopes relate But certaine issue stroakes must arbitrate Towards which aduance the warre Exeunt marching Scena Quinta Enter Macbeth Seyton Souldiers with Drum and Colours Macb. Hang out our Banners on the outward walls The Cry is still they come our Castles strength Will laugh a Siedge to scorne Heere let them lye Till Famine and the Ague eate them vp Were they not forc'd with those that should be ours We might haue met them darefull beard to beard And beate them backward home What is that noyse A Cry within of Women Sey. It is the cry of women my good Lord. Macb. I haue almost forgot the taste of Feares The time ha's beene my sences would haue cool'd To heare a Night-shricke and my Fell of haire Would at a dismall Treatise rowze and stirre As life were in 't I haue supt full with horrors Direnesse familiar to my slaughterous thoughts Cannot once start me Wherefore was that cry Sey. The Queene my Lord is dead Macb. She should haue dy'de heereafter There would haue beene a time for such a word To morrow and to morrow and to morrow Creepes in this petty pace from day to day To the last Syllable of Recorded time And all our yesterdayes haue lighted Fooles The way to dusty death Out out breefe Candle Life 's but a walking Shadow a poore Player That struts and frets his houre vpon the Stage And then is heard no more It is a Tale Told by an Ideot full of sound and fury Signifying nothing Enter a Messenger Thou com'st to vse thy Tongue thy Story quickly Mes Gracious my Lord I should report that which I say I saw But know not how to doo 't Macb. Well say sir Mes As I did stand my watch vpon the Hill I look'd toward Byrnane and anon me thought The Wood began to moue Macb. Lyar and Slaue Mes Let me endure your wrath if 't be not so Within this three Mile may you see it comming I say a mouing Groue Macb. If thou speak'st fhlse Vpon the next Tree shall thou hang aliue Till Famine cling thee If thy speech be sooth I care not if thou dost for me as much I pull in Resolution and begin To doubt th' Equiuocation of the Fiend That lies like truth Feare not till Byrnane Wood Do come to Dunsinane and now a Wood Comes toward Dunsinane Arme Arme and out If this which he auouches do's appeare There is nor flying hence nor tarrying here I' ginne to be a-weary of the Sun And wish th' estate o' th' world were now vndon Ring the Alarum Bell blow Winde come wracke At least wee 'l dye with Harnesse on our backe Exeunt Scena Sexta Drumme and Colours Enter Malcolme Seyward Macduffe and their Army with Boughes Mal. Now neere enough Your leauy Skreenes throw downe And shew like those you are You worthy Vnkle Shall with my Cosin your right Noble Sonne Leade our first Battell Worthy Macduffe and wee Shall take vpon 's what else remaines to do According to our order Sey. Fare you well Do we but finde the Tyrants power to night Let vs be beaten if we cannot fight Macd. Make all our Trumpets speak giue thē all breath Those clamorous Harbingers of Blood Death Exeunt Alarums continued Scena Septima Enter Macbeth Macb. They haue tied me to a stake I cannot flye But Beare-like I must fight the course What 's he That was not borne of Woman Such a one Am I to feare or none Enter young Seyward Y. Sey. What is thy name Macb. Thou 'lt be affraid to heare it Y. Sey. No though thou call'st thy selfe a hoter name Then any is in hell Macb. My name 's Macbeth Y. Sey. The diuell himselfe could not pronounce a Title More hatefull to mine eare Macb. No nor more fearefull Y. Sey. Thou lyest abhorred Tyrant with my Sword I le proue the lye thou speak'st Fight and young Seyward slaine Macb. Thou was 't borne of woman But Swords I smile at Weapons laugh to scorne Brandish'd by man that 's of a Woman borne Exit Alarums Enter Macduffe Macd. That way the noise is Tyrant shew thy face If thou beest slaine and with no stroake of mine My Wife and Childrens Ghosts will haunt me still I cannot strike at wretched Kernes whose armes Are hyr'd to beare their Staues either thou Macbeth Or else my Sword with an vnbattered edge I sheath againe vndeeded There thou should'st be By this great clatter one of greatest note Seemes bruited Let me finde him Fortune And more I begge not Exit Alarums Enter Malcolme and Seyward Sey. This way my Lord the Castles gently rendred The Tyrants people on both sides do fight The Noble Thanes do brauely in the Warre The day almost it selfe professes yours And little is to do Malc We haue met with Foes That strike beside vs. Sey. Enter Sir the Castle Exeunt Alarum Enter Macbeth Macb. Why should I play the Roman Foole and dye On mine owne sword whiles I see liues the gashes Do better vpon them Enter Macduffe Macd. Turne Hell-hound turne Macb. Of all men else I haue auoyded thee But get thee backe my soule is too much charg'd With blood of thine already Macd. I haue no words My voice is in my Sword thou bloodier Villaine Then tearmes can giue thee out Fight Alarum Macb. Thou loosest labour As easie may'st thou the intrenchant Ayre With thy keene Sword impresse as make me bleed Let fall thy blade on vulnerable Crests I beare a charmed Life which must not yeeld To one of woman borne Macd. Dispaire thy Charme And let the Angell whom thou still hast seru'd Tell thee Macduffe was from his Mothers womb Vntimely ript Macb. Accursed be that tongue that tels mee so For it hath Cow'd my better part of man And be these Iugling Fiends no more beleeu'd That palter with vs in a double
fiery minde A sauagenes in vnreclaim'd bloud of generall assault Reynol But my good Lord. Polon Wherefore should you doe this Reynol I my Lord I would know that Polon Marry Sir heere 's my drift And I belieue it is a fetch of warrant You laying these slight sulleyes on my Sonne As 't were a thing a little soil'd i' th' working Marke you your party in conuerse him you would sound Hauing euer seene In the prenominate crimes The youth you breath of guilty be assur'd He closes with you in this consequence Good sir or so or friend or Gentleman According to the Phrase and the Addition Of man and Country Reynol Very good my Lord. Polon And then Sir does he this He does what was I about to say I was about to say somthing where did I leaue Reynol At closes in the consequence At friend or so and Gentleman Polon At closes in the consequence I marry He closes with you thus I know the Gentleman I saw him yesterday or tother day Or then or then with such and such and as you say There was he gaming there o're tooke in 's Rouse There falling out at Tennis or perchance I saw him enter such a house of saile Videlicet a Brothell or so forth See you now Your bait of falshood takes this Cape of truth And thus doe we of wisedome and of reach With windlesses and with assaies of Bias By indirections finde directions out So by my former Lecture and aduice Shall you my Sonne you haue me haue you not Reynol My Lord I haue Polon God buy you fare you well Reynol Good my Lord. Polon Obserue his inclination in your selfe Reynol I shall my Lord. Polon And let him plye his Musicke Reynol Well my Lord. Exit Enter Ophelia Polon Farewell How now Ophelia what 's the matter Ophe. Alas my Lord I haue beene so affrighted Polon With what in the name of Heauen Ophe. My Lord as I was sowing in my Chamber Lord Hamlet with his doublet all vnbrac'd No hat vpon his head his stockings foul'd Vngartred and downe giued to his Anckle Pale as his shirt his knees knocking each other And with a looke so pitious in purport As if he had been loosed out of hell To speake of horrors he comes before me Polon Mad for thy Loue Ophe. My Lord I doe not know but truly I do feare it Polon What said he Ophe. He tooke me by the wrist and held me hard Then goes he to the length of all his arme And with his other hand thus o're his brow He fals to such perusall of my face As he would draw it Long staid he so At last a little shaking of mine Arme And thrice his head thus wauing vp and downe He rais'd a sigh so pittious and profound That it did seeme to shatter all his bulke And end his being That done he lets me goe And with his head ouer his shoulders turn'd He seem'd to finde his way without his eyes For out adores he went without their helpe And to the last bended their light on me Polon Goe with me I will goe seeke the King This is the very extasie of Loue Whose violent property foredoes it selfe And leads the will to desperate Vndertakings As oft as any passion vnder Heauen That does afflict our Natures I am sorrie What haue you giuen him any hard words of late Ophe. No my good Lord but as you did command I did repell his Letters and deny'de His accesse to me Pol. That hath made him mad I am sorrie that with better speed and iudgement I had not quoted him I feare he did but trifle And meant to wracke thee but beshrew my iealousie It seemes it is as proper to our Age To cast beyond our selues in our Opinions As it is common for the yonger sort To lacke discretion Come go we to the King This must be knowne w c being kept close might moue More greefe to hide then hate to vtter loue Exeunt Scena Secunda Enter King Queene Rosincrane and Guildensterne Cumalijs King Welcome deere Rosincrance and Guildensterne Moreouer that we much did long to see you The neede we haue to vse you did prouoke Our hastie sending Something haue you heard Of Hamlets transformation so I call it Since not th' exterior nor the inward man Resembles that it was What it should bee More then his Fathers death that thus hath put him So much from th' vnderstanding of himselfe I cannot deeme of I intreat you both That being of so young dayes brought vp with him And since so Neighbour'd to his youth and humour That you vouchsafe your rest heere in our Court Some little time so by your Companies To draw him on to pleasures and to gather So much as from Occasions you may gleane That open'd lies within our remedie Qu. Good Gentlemen he hath much talk'd of you And sure I am two men there are not liuing To whom he more adheres If it will please you To shew vs so much Gentrie and good will As to expend your time with vs a-while For the supply and profit of our Hope Your Visitation shall receiue such thankes As fits a Kings remembrance Rosin Both your Maiesties Might by the Soueraigne power you haue of vs Put your dread pleasures more into Command Then to Entreatie Guil. We both obey And here giue vp our selues in the full bent To lay our Seruices freely at your feete To be commanded King Thankes Rosincrance and gentle Guildensterne Qu. Thankes Guildensterne and gentle Rosincrance And I beseech you instantly to visit My too much changed Sonne Go some of ye And bring the Gentlemen where Hamlet is Guil. Heauens make our presence and our practises Pleasant and helpfull to him Exit Queene Amen Enter Polonius Pol. Th' Ambassadors from Norwey my good Lord Are ioyfully return'd King Thou still hast bin the Father of good Newes Pol. Haue I my Lord Assure you my good Liege I hold my dutie as I hold my Soule Both to my God one to my gracious King And I do thinke or else this braine of mine Hunts not the traile of Policie so sure As I haue vs'd to do that I haue found The very cause of Hamlets Lunacie King Oh speake of that that I do long to heare Pol. Giue first admittance to th' Ambassadors My Newes shall be the Newes to that great Feast King Thy selfe do grace to them and bring them in He tels me my sweet Queene that he hath found The head and sourse of all your Sonnes distemper Qu. I doubt it is no other but the maine His Fathers death and our o're-hasty Marriage Enter Polonius Voltumand and Cornelius King Well we shall sift him Welcome good Frends Say Voltumand what from our Brother Norwey Volt. Most faire returne of Greetings and Desires Vpon our first he sent out to suppresse His Nephewes Leuies which to him appear'd To be a preparation ' gainst the Poleak But better look'd into he truly found It was against your Highnesse
finde him not there seeke him i' th other place your selfe but indeed if you finde him not this moneth you shall nose him as you go vp the staires into the Lobby King Go seeke him there Ham. He will stay till ye come K. Hamlet this deed of thine for thine especial safety Which we do tender as we deerely greeue For that which thou hast done must send thee hence With fierie Quicknesse Therefore prepare thy selfe The Barke is readie and the winde at helpe Th' Associates tend and euery thing at bent For England Ham. For England King I Hamlet Ham. Good King So is it if thou knew'st our purposes Ham. I see a Cherube that see 's him but come for England Farewell deere Mother King Thy louing Father Hamlet Hamlet My Mother Father and Mother is man and wife man wife is one flesh and so my mother Come for England Exit King Follow him at foote Tempt him with speed aboord Delay it not I le haue him hence to night Away for euery thing is Seal'd and done That else leanes on th' Affaire pray you make haft And England if my loue thou holdst at ought As my great power thereof may giue thee sense Since yet thy Cicatrice lookes raw and red After the Danish Sword and thy free awe Payes homage to vs thou maist not coldly set Our Soueraigne Processe which imports at full By Letters coniuring to that effect The present death of Hamlet Do it England For like the Hecticke in my blood he rages And thou must cure me Till I know 't is done How ere my happes my ioyes were ne're begun Exit Enter Fortinbras with an Armie For. Go Captaine from me greet the Danish King Tell him that by his license Fortinbras Claimes the conueyance of a promis'd March Ouer his Kingdome You know the Rendeuous If that his Maiesty would ought with vs We shall expresse our dutie in his eye And let him know so Cap. I will doo 't my Lord. For. Go safely on Exit Enter Queene and Horatio Qu. I will not speake with her Hor. She is importunate indeed distract her moode will needs be pittied Qu. What would she haue Hor. She speakes much of her Father saies she heares There 's trickes i' th' world and hems and beats her heart Spurnes enuiously at Strawes speakes things in doubt That carry but halfe sense Her speech is nothing Yet the vnshaped vse of it doth moue The hearers to Collection they ayme at it And botch the words vp fit to their owne thoughts Which as her winkes and nods and gestures yeeld them Indeed would make one thinke there would be thought Though nothing sure yet much vnhappily Qu. 'T were good she were spoken with For she may strew dangerous coniectures In ill breeding minds Let her come in To my sicke soule as sinnes true Nature is Each toy seemes Prologue to some great amisse So full of Artlesse iealousie is guilt It spill's it selfe in fearing to be spilt Enter Ophelia distracted Ophe Where is the beauteous Maiesty of Denmark Qu. How now Ophelia Ophe. How should I your true loue know from another one By his Cockle hat and staffe and his Sandal shoone Qu. Alas sweet Lady what imports this Song Ophe. Say you Nay pray you marke He is dead and gone Lady he is dead and gone At his head a grasse-greene Turfe at his heeles a stone Enter King Qu. Nay but Ophelia Ophe. Pray you marke White his Shrow'd as the Mountaine Snow Qu. Alas looke heere my Lord. Ophe. Larded with sweet flowers Which bewept to the graue did not go With true-loue showres King How do ye pretty Lady Ophe. Well God dil'd you They say the Owle was a Bakers daughter Lord wee know what we are but know not what we may be God be at your Table King Conceit vpon her Father Ophe. Pray you let 's haue no words of this but when they aske you what it meanes say you this Tomorrow is S. Valentines day all in the morning betime And I a Maid at your Window to be your Valentine Then vp he rose don'd his clothes dupt the chamber dore Let in the Maid that out a Maid neuer departed more King Pretty Ophelia Ophe. Indeed la without an oath I le make an end out By gis and by S. Charity Alacke and sie for shame Yong men wil doo 't if they come too 't By Cocke they are too blame Quoth she before you tumbled me You promis'd me to Wed So would I ha done by yonder Sunne And thou hadst not come to my bed King How long hath she bin this Ophe. I hope all will be well We must bee patient but I cannot choose but weepe to thinke they should lay him i' th' cold ground My brother shall knowe of it and so I thanke you for your good counsell Come my Coach Goodnight Ladies Goodnight sweet Ladies Goodnight goodnight Exit King Follow her close Giue her good watch I pray you Oh this is the poyson of deepe greefe it springs All from her Fathers death Oh Gertrude Gertrude When sorrowes comes they come not single spies But in Battaliaes First her Father slaine Next your Sonne gone and he most violent Author Of his owne iust remoue the people muddied Thicke and vnwholsome in their thoughts and whispers For good Polonius death and we haue done but greenly In hugger mugger to interre him Poore Ophelia Diuided from her selfe and her faire Iudgement Without the which we are Pictures or meere Beasts Last and as much containing as all these Her Brother is in secret come from France Keepes on his wonder keepes himselfe in clouds And wants not Buzzers to infect his eare With pestilent Speeches of his Fathers death Where in necessitie of matter Beggard Will nothing sticke our persons to Arraigne In eare and eare O my deere Gertrude this Like to a murdering Peece in many places Giues me superfluous death A Noise within Enter a Messenger Qu. Alacke what noyse is this King Where are my Switzers Let them guard the doore What is the matter Mes Saue your selfe my Lord. The Ocean ouer-peering of his List Eates not the Flats with more impittious haste Then young Laertes in a Riotous head Ore-beares your Officers the rabble call him Lord And as the world were now but to begin Antiquity forgot Custome not knowne The Ratifiers and props of euery word They cry choose we Laertes shall be King Caps hands and tongues applaud it to the clouds Laertes shall be King Laertes King Qu. How cheerefully on the false Traile they cry Oh this is Counter you false Danish Dogges Noise within Enter Laertes King The doores are broke Laer. Where is the King sirs Stand you all without All. No let 's come in Laer. I pray you giue me leaue Al. We will we will Laer. I thanke you Keepe the doore Oh thou vilde King giue me my Father Qu. Calmely good Laertes Laer. That drop of blood that calmes Proclaimes me Bastard Cries Cuckold to
my dying voyce So tell him with the occurrents more and lesse Which haue solicited The rest is silence O o o o Dyes Hora. Now cracke a Noble heart Goodnight sweet Prince And flights of Angels sing thee to thy rest Why do's the Drumme come hither Enter Fortinbras and English Ambassador with Drumme Colours and Attendants Fortin Where is this sight Hor. What is it ye would see If ought of woe or wonder cease your search For. His quarry cries on hauocke Oh proud death What feast is toward in thine eternall Cell That thou so many Princes at a shoote So bloodily hast strooke Amb. The sight is dismall And our affaires from England come too late The eares are senselesse that should giue vs hearing To tell him his command'ment is fulfill'd That Rosincrance and Guildensterne are dead Where should we haue our thankes Hor. Not from his mouth Had it th' abilitie of life to thanke you He neuer gaue command'ment for their death But since so iumpe vpon this bloodie question You from the Polake warres and you from England Are heere arriued Giue order that these bodies High on a stage be placed to the view And let me speake to th' yet vnknowing world How these things came about So shall you heare Of carnall bloudie and vnnaturall acts Of accidentall iudgements casuall slaughters Of death's put on by cunning and forc'd cause And in this vpshot purposes mistooke Falne on the Inuentors heads All this can I Truly deliuer For. Let vs hast to heare it And call the Noblest to the Audience For me with sorrow I embrace my Fortune I haue some Rites of memory in this Kingdome Which are ro claime my vantage doth Inuite me Hor. Of that I shall haue alwayes cause to speake And from his mouth Whose voyce will draw on more But let this same be presently perform'd Euen whiles mens mindes are wilde Lest more mischance On plots and errors happen For. Let foure Captaines Beare Hamlet like a Soldier to the Stage For he was likely had he beene put on To haue prou'd most royally And for his passage The Souldiours Musicke and the rites of Warre Speake lowdly for him Take vp the body Such a sight as this Becomes the Field but heere shewes much amis Go bid the Souldiers shoote Exeunt Marching after the which a Peale of Ordenance are shot off FINIS THE TRAGEDIE OF KING LEAR Actus Primus Scoena Prima Enter Kent Gloucester and Edmond Kent I Thought the King had more affected the Duke of Albany then Cornwall Glou. It did alwayes seeme so to vs But now in the diuision of the Kingdome it appeares not which of the Dukes hee valewes most for qualities are so weigh'd that curiosity in neither can make choise of eithers moity Kent Is not this your Son my Lord Glou. His breeding Sir hath bin at my charge I haue so often blush'd to acknowledge him that now I am braz'd too 't Kent I cannot conceiue you Glou. Sir this yong Fellowes mother could wherevpon she grew round womb'd and had indeede Sir a Sonne for her Cradle ere she had a husband for her bed Do you smell a fault Kent I cannot wish the fault vndone the issue of it being so proper Glou. But I haue a Sonne Sir by order of Law some yeere elder then this who yet is no deerer in my account though this Knaue came somthing sawcily to the world before he was sent for yet was his Mother fayre there was good sport at his making and the horson must be acknowledged Doe you know this Noble Gentleman Edmond Edm. No my Lord. Glou. My Lord of Kent Remember him heereafter as my Honourable Friend Edm. My seruices to your Lordship Kent I must loue you and sue to know you better Edm. Sir I shall study deseruing Glou. He hath bin out nine yeares and away he shall againe The King is comming Sennet Enter King Lear Cornwall Albany Gonerill Regan Cordelia and attendants Lear. Attend the Lords of France Burgundy Gloster Glou. I shall my Lord. Exit Lear. Meane time we shal expresse our darker purpose Giue me the Map there Know that we haue diuided In three our Kingdome and 't is our fast intent To shake all Cares and Businesse from our Age Conferring them on yonger strengths while we Vnburthen'd crawle toward death Our son of Cornwal And you our no lesse louing Sonne of Albany We haue this houre a constant will to publish Our daughters seuerall Dowers that future strife May be preuented now The Princes France Burgundy Great Riuals in our yongest daughters loue Long in our Court haue made their amorous soiourne And heere are to be answer'd Tell me my daughters Since now we will diuest vs both of Rule Interest of Territory Cares of State Which of you shall we say doth loue vs most That we our largest bountie may extend Where Nature doth with merit challenge Gonerill Our eldest borne speake first Gon. Sir I loue you more then word can weild y e matter Deerer then eye-sight space and libertie Beyond what can be valewed rich or rare No lesse then life with grace health beauty honor As much as Childe ere lou'd or Father found A loue that makes breath poore and speech vnable Beyond all manner of so much I loue you Cor. What shall Cordelia speake Loue and be silent Lear. Of all these bounds euen from this Line to this With shadowie Forrests and with Champains rich'd With plenteous Riuers and wide-skirted Meades We make thee Lady To thine and Albanies issues Be this perpetuall What sayes our second Daughter Our deerest Regan wife of Cornwall Reg. I am made of that selfe-mettle as my Sister And prize me at her worth In my true heart I finde she names my very deede of loue Onely she comes too short that I professe My selfe an enemy to all other ioyes Which the most precious square of sense professes And finde I am alone felicitate In your deere Highnesse loue Cor. Then poore Cordelia And yet not so since I am sure my loue 's More ponderous then my tongue Lear. To thee and thine hereditarie euer Remaine this ample third of our faire Kingdome No lesse in space validitie and pleasure Then that confeir'd on Gonerill Now our Ioy Although our last and least to whose yong loue The Vines of France and Milke of Burgundie Striue to be interest What can you say to draw A third more opilent then your Sisters speake Cor. Nothing my Lord. Lear. Nothing Cor. Nothing Lear. Nothing will come of nothing speake againe Cor. Vnhappie that I am I cannot heaue My heart into my mouth I loue your Maiesty According to my bond no more nor lesse Lear. How how Cordelia Mend your speech a little Least you may marre your Fortunes Cor. Good my Lord You haue begot me bred me lou'd me I returne those duties backe as are right fit Obey you Loue you and most Honour you Why haue my Sisters Husbands if they say They loue you
of the Skies Is man no more then this Consider him well Thou ow'st the Worme no Silke the Beast no Hide the Sheepe no Wooll the Cat no perfume Ha Here 's three on 's are sophisticated Thou art the thing it selfe vnaccommodated man is no more but such a poore bare forked Animall as thou art Off off you Lendings Come vnbutton heere Enter Gloucester with a Torch Foole. Prythee Nunckle be contented 't is a naughtie night to swimme in Now a little fire in a wilde Field were like an old Letchers heart a small spark all the rest on 's body cold Looke heere comes a walking fire Edg. This is the foule Flibbertigibbet hee begins at Curfew and walkes at first Cocke Hee giues the Web and the Pin squints the eye and makes the Hare-lippe Mildewes the white Wheate and hurts the poore Creature of earth Swithold footed thrice the old He met the Night-Mare and her nine-fold Bid her a-light and her troth-plight And aroynt thee Witch aroynt thee Kent How fares your Grace Lear. What 's he Kent Who 's there What is' t you seeke Glou. What are you there Your Names Edg. Poore Tom that eates the swimming Frog the Toad the Tod-pole the wall-Neut and the water that in the furie of his heart when the foule Fiend rages eats Cow-dung for Sallets swallowes the old Rat and the ditch-Dogge drinkes the green Mantle of the standing Poole who is whipt from Tything to Tything and stockt punish'd and imprison'd who hath three Suites to his backe sixe shirts to his body Horse to ride and weapon to weare But Mice and Rats and such small Deare Haue bin Toms food for seuen long yeare Beware my Follower Peace Smulkin peace thou Fiend Glou. What hath your Grace no better company Edg. The Prince of Darkenesse is a Gentleman Modo he 's call'd and Mahu Glou. Our flesh and blood my Lord is growne so vilde that it doth hate what gets it Edg. Poore Tom's a cold Glou. Go in with me my duty cannot suffer T' obey in all your daughters hard commands Though their Iniunction be to barre my doores And let this Tyrannous night take hold vpon you Yet haue I ventured to come seeke you out And bring you where both fire and food is ready Lear. First let me talke with this Philosopher What is the cause of Thunder Kent Good my Lord take his offer Go into th' house Lear. I le talke a word with this same lerned Theban What is your study Edg. How to preuent the Fiend and to kill Vermine Lear. Let me aske you one word in priuate Kent Importune him once more to go my Lord His wits begin t' vnsettle Glou. Canst thou blame him Storm still His Daughters seeke his death Ah that good Kent He said it would be thus poore banish'd man Thou sayest the King growes mad I le tell thee Friend I am almost mad my selfe I had a Sonne Now out-law'd from my blood he sought my life But lately very late I lou'd him Friend No Father his Sonne deerer true to tell thee The greefe hath craz'd my wits What a night 's this I do beseech your grace Lear. O cry you mercy Sir Noble Philosopher your company Edg. Tom's a cold Glou. In fellow there into th' Houel keep thee warm Lear. Come let 's in all Kent This way my Lord. Lear. With him I will keepe still with my Philosopher Kent Good my Lord sooth him Let him take the Fellow Glou. Take him you on Kent Sirra come on go along with vs. Lear. Come good Athenian Glou. No words no words hush Edg. Childe Rowland to the darke Tower came His word was still fie foh and fumme I smell the blood of a Brittish man Exeunt Scena Quinta Enter Cornwall and Edmund Corn. I will haue my reuenge ere I depart his house Bast How my Lord I may be censured that Nature thus giues way to Loyaltie something feares mee to thinke of Cornw. I now perceiue it was not altogether your Brothers euill disposition made him seeke his death but a prouoking merit set a-worke by a reprouable badnesse in himselfe Bast How malicious is my fortune that I must repent to be iust This is the Letter which hee spoake of which approues him an intelligent partie to the aduantages of France O Heauens that this Treason were not or not I the detector Corn. Go with me to the Dutchesse Bast If the matter of this Paper be certain you haue mighty businesse in hand Corn. True or false it hath made thee Earle of Gloucester seeke out where thy Father is that hee may bee ready for our apprehension Bast If I finde him comforting the King it will stuffe his suspition more fully I will perseuer in my course of Loyalty though the conflict be sore betweene that and my blood Corn. I will lay trust vpon thee and thou shalt finde a deere Father in my loue Exeunt Scena Sexta Enter Kent and Gloucester Glou. Heere is better then the open ayre take it thankfully I will peece out the comfort with what addition I can I will not be long from you Exit Kent All the powre of his wits haue giuen way to his impatience the Gods reward your kindnesse Enter Lear Edgar and Foole. Edg. Fraterretto cals me and tells me Nero is an Angler in the Lake of Darknesse pray Innocent and beware the foule Fiend Foole. Prythee Nunkle tell me whether a madman be a Gentleman or a Yeoman Lear. A King a King Foole. No he 's a Yeoman that ha's a Gentleman to his Sonne for hee 's a mad Yeoman that sees his Sonne a Gentleman before him Lear. To haue a thousand with red burning spits Come hizzing in vpon ' em Edg. Blesse thy fiue wits Kent O pitty Sir where is the patience now That you so oft haue boasted to retaine Edg. My teares begin to take his part so much They marre my counterfetting Lear. The little dogges and all Trey Blanch and Sweet-heart see they barke at me Edg. Tom will throw his head at them Auaunt you Curres be thy mouth or blacke or white Tooth that poysons if it bite Mastiffe Grey-hound Mongrill Grim Hound or Spaniell Brache or Hym Or Bobtaile tight or Troudle taile Tom will make him weepe and waile For with throwing thus my head Dogs leapt the hatch and all are fled Do de de de sese Come march to Wakes and Fayres And Market Townes poore Tom thy horne is dry Lear. Then let them Anatomize Regan See what breeds about her heart Is there any cause in Nature that make these hard-hearts You sir I entertaine for one of my hundred only I do not like the fashion of your garments You will say they are Persian but let them bee chang'd Enter Gloster Kent Now good my Lord lye heere and rest awhile Lear. Make no noise make no noise draw the Curtaines so so wee 'l go to Supper i' th' morning Foole. And I le go to bed at noone Glou. Come hither Friend
our yonger brown yet ha we A Braine that nourishes our Nerues and can Get gole for gole of youth Behold this man Commend vnto his Lippes thy sauouring hand Kisse it my Warriour He hath fought to day As if a God in hate of Mankinde had Destroyed in such a shape Cleo. I le giue thee Friend An Armour all of Gold it was a Kings Ant. He has deseru'd it were it Carbunkled Like holy Phoebus Carre Giue me thy hand Through Alexandria make a iolly March Beare our backt Targets like the men that owe them Had our great Pallace the capacity To Campe this hoast we all would sup together And drinke Carowses to the next dayes Fate Which promises Royall perill Trumpetters With brazen dinne blast you the Citties eare Make mingle with our ratling Tabourines That heauen and earth may strike their sounds together Applauding our approach Exeunt Enter a Centerie and his Company Enobarbus followes Cent. If we be not releeu'd within this houre We must returne to ' th' Court of Guard the night Is shiny and they say we shall embattaile By ' th ' second houre i' th' Morne 1. Watch. This last day was a shrew'd one too 's Enob. Oh beare me witnesse night 2 What man is this 1 Stand close and list him Enob. Be witnesse to me O thou blessed Moone When men reuolted shall vpon Record Beare hatefull memory poore Enobarbus did Before thy face repent Cent. Enobarbus 2 Peace Hearke further Enob. Oh Soueraigne Mistris of true Melancholly The poysonous dampe of night dispunge vpon me That Life a very Rebell to my will May hang no longer on me Throw my heart Against the flint and hardnesse of my fault Which being dried with greefe will breake to powder And finish all foule thoughts Oh Anthony Nobler then my reuolt is Infamous Forgiue me in thine owne particular But let the world ranke me in Register A Master leauer and a fugitiue Oh Anthony Oh Anthony 1 Let 's speake to him Cent. Let 's heare him for the things he speakes May concerne Caesar 2 Let 's do so but he sleepes Cent. Swoonds rather for so bad a Prayer as his Was neuer yet for sleepe 1 Go we to him 2 Awake sir awake speake to vs. 1 Heare you sir Cent. The hand of death hath raught him Drummes afarre off Hearke the Drummes demurely wake the sleepers Let vs beare him to ' th' Court of Guard he is of note Our houre is fully out 2 Come on then he may recouer yet exeunt Enter Anthony and Scarrus with their Army Ant. Their preparation is to day by Sea We please them not by Land Scar. For both my Lord. Ant. I would they 'ld fight i' th' Fire or i' th' Ayre Wee 'ld fight there too But this it is our Foote Vpon the hilles adioyning to the Citty Shall stay with vs. Order for Sea is giuen They haue put forth the Hauen Where their appointment we may best discouer And looke on their endeuour exeunt Enter Caesar and his Army Caes But being charg'd we will be still by Land Which as I tak 't we shall for his best force Is forth to Man his Gallies To the Vales And hold our best aduantage exeunt Alarum afarre off as at a Sea-fight Enter Anthony and Scarrus Ant. Yet they are not ioyn'd Where yon'd Pine does stand I shall discouer all I le bring thee word straight how ' ris like to go exit Scar. Swallowes haue built In Cleopatra's Sailes their nests The Auguries Say they know not they cannot tell looke grimly And dare not speake their knowledge Anthony Is valiant and deiected and by starts His fretted Fortunes giue him hope and feare Of what he has and has not Enter Anthony Ant. All is lost This fowle Egyptian hath betrayed me My Fleete hath yeelded to the Foe and yonder They cast their Caps vp and Carowse together Like Friends long lost Triple-turn'd Whore 't is thou Hast sold me to this Nouice and my heart Makes onely Warres on thee Bid them all flye For when I am reueng'd vpon my Charme I haue done all Bid them all flye be gone Oh Sunne thy vprise shall I see no more Fortune and Anthony part heere euen heere Do we shake hands All come to this The hearts That pannelled me at heeles to whom I gaue Their wishes do dis-Candie melt their sweets On blossoming Caesar And this Pine is barkt That ouer-top'd them all Betray'd I am Oh this false Soule of Egypt this graue Charme Whose eye beck'd forth my Wars cal'd them home Whose Bosome was my Crownet my chiefe end Like a right Gypsie hath at fast and loose Beguil'd me to the very heart of losse What Eros Eros Enter Cleopatra Ah thou Spell Auaunt Cleo. Why is my Lord enrag'd against his Loue Ant. Vanish or I shall giue thee thy deseruing And blemish Caesars Triumph Let him take thee And hoist thee vp to the shouting Plebeians Follow his Chariot like the greatest spot Of all thy Sex Most Monster-like be shewne For poor'st Diminitiues for Dolts and let Patient Octauia plough thy visage vp With her prepared nailes exit Cleopatra 'T is well th' art gone If it be well to liue But better 't were Thou fell'st into my furie for one death Might haue preuented many Eros hoa The shirt of Nessus is vpon me teach me Alcides thou mine Ancestor thy rage Let me lodge Licas on the hornes o' th' Moone And with those hands that graspt the heauiest Club Subdue my worthiest selfe The Witch shall die To the young Roman Boy she hath sold me and I fall Vnder this plot She dyes for 't Eros hoa exit Enter Cleopatra Charmian Iras Mardian Cleo. Helpe me my women Oh hee 's more mad Then Telamon for his Shield the Boare of Thessaly Was neuer so imbost Char. To ' th' Monument there locke your selfe And send him word you are dead The Soule and Body riue not more in parting Then greatnesse going off Cleo. To ' th' Monument Mardian go tell him I haue slaine my selfe Say that the last I spoke was Anthony And word it prythee pitteously Hence Mardian And bring me how he takes my deaâ—h to ' th' Monument Exeunt Enter Anthony and Eros Ant. Eros thou yet behold'st me Eros I Noble Lord. Ant. Sometime we see a clowd that 's Dragonish A vapour sometime like a Beare or Lyon A toward Cittadell a pendant Rocke A forked Mountaine or blew Promontorie Wâ—h Trees vpon 't that nodde vnto the world And mocke our eyes with Ayre Thou hast seene these Signes They are blacke Vespers Pageants Eros I my Lord. Ant. That which is now a Horse euen with a thoght the Racke dislimes and makes it indistinct As water is in water Eros It does my Lord. Ant. My good Knaue Eros now thy Captaine is Euen such a body Heere I am Anthony Yet cannot hold this visible shape my Knaue I made these warres for Egypt and the Queene Whose heart I thought I had for she had mine Which
I am dying Egypt dying onely I heere importune death a-while vntill Of many thousand kisses the poore last I lay vpon thy lippes Cleo. I dare not Deere Deere my Lord pardon I dare not Least I be taken not th' Imperious shew Of the full-Fortun'd Caesar euer shall Be brooch'd with me if Knife Drugges Serpents haue Edge sting or operation I am safe Your Wife Octauia with her modest eyes And still Conclusion shall acquire no Honour Demuring vpon me but come come Anthony Helpe me my women we must draw thâ—e vp Assist good Friends Ant. Oh quicke or I am gone Cleo. Heere 's sport indeede How heauy weighes my Lord Our strength is all gone into heauinesse That makes the waight Had I great Iuno's power The strong wing'd Mercury should fetch thee vp And set thee by Ioues side Yet come a little Wishers were euer Fooles Oh come come come They heaue Anthony aloft to Cleopatra And welcome welcome Dye when thou hast liu'd Quicken with kissing had my lippes that power Thus would I weare them out All. A heauy sight Ant. I am dying Egypt dying Giue me some Wine and let me speake a little Cleo. No let me speake and let me rayle so hye That the false Huswife Fortune breake her Wheele Prouok'd by my offence Ant. One word sweet Queene Of Caesar seeke your Honour with your safety Oh. Cleo. They do not go together Ant. Gentle heare me None about Caesar trust but Proculeius Cleo. My Resolution and my hands I le trust None about Caesar Ant. The miserable change now at my end Lament nor sorrow at but please your thoughts In feeding them with those my former Fortunes Wherein I liued The greatest Prince o' th' world The Noblest and do now not basely dye Not Cowardly put off my Helmet to My Countreyman A Roman by a Roman Valiantly vanquish'd Now my Spirit is going I can no more Cleo. Noblest of men woo't dye Hast thou no care of me shall I abide In this dull world which in thy absence is No better then a Stye Oh see my women The Crowne o' th' earth doth melt My Lord Oh wither'd is the Garland of the Warre The Souldiers pole is falne young Boyes and Gyrles Are leuell now with men The oddes is gone And there is nothing left remarkeable Beneath the visiting Moone Char. Oh quietnesse Lady Iras. She 's dead too our Soueraigne Char. Lady Iras. Madam Char. Oh Madam Madam Madam Iras. Royall Egypt Empresse Char. Peace peace Iras. Cleo. No more but in a Woman and commanded By such poore passion as the Maid that Milkes And doe's the meanest chaâ—es It were for me To throw my Scepter at the iniurious Gods To tell them that this World did equall theyrs Till they had stolne our Iewell All 's but naught Patience is sottish and impatience does Become a Dogge that 's mad Then is it sinne To rush into the secret house of death Ere death dare come to vs. How do you Women What what good cheere Why how now Charmian My Noble Gyrles Ah Women women Looke Our Lampe is spent it 's out Good sirs take heart Wee 'l bury him And then what 's braue what 's Noble Let 's doo 't after the high Roman fashion And make death proud to take vs. Come away This case of that huge Spirit now is cold Ah Women Women Come we haue no Friend But Resolution and the breefest end Exeunt bearing of Anthonies body Enter Caesar Agrippa Dollabella Menas with his Counsell of Warre Caesar Go to him Dollabella bid him yeeld Being so frustrate tell him He mockes the pawses that he makes Dol. Caesar I shall Enter Decretas with the sword of Anthony Caes Wherefore is that And what art thou that dar'st Appeare thus to vs Dec. I am call'd Decretas Marke Anthony I seru'd who best was worthie Best to be seru'd whil'st he stood vp and spoke He was my Master and I wore my life To spend vpon his haters If thou please To take me to thee as I was to him I le be to Caesar it y u pleasest not I yeild thee vp my life Caesar What is' t thou say'st Dec. I say Oh Caesar Anthony is dead Caesar The breaking of so great a thing should make A greater cracke The round World Should haue shooke Lyons into ciuill streets And Cittizens to their dennes The death of Anthony Is not a single doome in the name lay A moity of the world Dec. He is dead Caesar Not by a publike minister of Iustice Nor by a hyred Knife but that selfe-hand Which writ his Honor in the Acts it did Hath with the Courage which the heart did lend it Splitted the heart This is his Sword I robb'd his wound of it behold it stain'd With his most Noble blood Caes Looke you sad Friends The Gods rebuke me but it is Tydings To wash the eyes of Kings Dol. And strange it is That Nature must compell vs to lament Our most persisted deeds Mec. His taints and Honours wag'd equal with him Dola A Rarer spirit neuer Did steere humanity but you Gods will giue vs Some faults to make vs men Caesar is touch'd Mec. When such a spacious Mirror 's set before him He needes must see him selfe Caesar Oh Anthony I haue followed thee to this but we do launch Diseases in our Bodies I must perforce Haue shewne to thee such a declining day Or looke on thine we could not stall together In the whole world But yet let me lament With teares as Soueraigne as the blood of hearts That thou my Brother my Competitor In top of all designe my Mate in Empire Friend and Companion in the front of Warre The Arme of mine owne Body and the Heart Where mine his thoughts did kindle that our Starres Vnreconciliable should diuide our equalnesse to this Heare me good Friends But I will tell you at some meeter Season The businesse of this man lookes out of him Wee 'l heare him what he sayes Enter an Aegyptian Whence are you Aegyp A poore Egyptian yet the Queen my mistris Confin'd in all she has her Monument Of thy intents desires instruction That she preparedly may frame her selfe To ' th' way shee 's forc'd too Caesar Bid her haue good heart She soone shall know of vs by some of ours How honourable and how kindely Wee Determine for her For Caesar cannot leaue to be vngentle Aegypt So the Gods preserue thee Exit Caes Come hither Proculeius Go and say We purpose her no shame giue her what comforts The quality of her passion shall require Least in her greatnesse by some mortall stroke She do defeate vs. For her life in Rome Would be eternall in our Triumph Go And with your speediest bring vs what she sayes And how you finde of her Pro. Caesar I shall Exit Proculeius Caes Gallus go you along where 's Dolabella to second Proculeius All. Dolabella Caes Let him alone for I remember now How hee 's imployd he shall in time be ready Go with
brother die More then our Brother is our Chastitie I le tell him yet of Angelo's request And fit his minde to death for his soules rest Exit Actus Tertius Scena Prima Enter Duke Claudio and Prouost Du. So then you hope of pardon from Lord Angelo Cla. The miserable haue no other medicine But onely hope I' haue hope to liue and am prepar'd to die Duke Be absolute for death either death or life Shall thereby be the sweeter Reason thus with life If I do loose thee I do loose a thing That none but fooles would keepe a breath thou art Seruile to all the skyie-influences That dost this habitation where thou keepst Hourely afflict Meerely thou art deaths foole For him thou labourst by thy flight to shun And yet runst toward him still Thou art not noble For all th' accommodations that thou bearst Are nurst by basenesse Thou' rt by no meanes valiant For thou dost feare the soft and tender forke Of a poore worme thy best of rest is sleepe And that thou oft prouoakst yet grosselie fearst Thy death which is no more Thou art not thy selfe For thou exists on manie a thousand graines That issue out of dust Happie thou art not For what thou hast not still thou striu'st to get And what thou hast forgetst Thou art not certaine For thy complexion shifts to strange effects After the Moone If thou art rich thou' rt poore For like an Asse whose backe with Ingots bowes Thou bearst thy heauie riches but a iournie And death vnloads thee Friend hast thou none For thine owne bowels which do call thee fire The meere effusion of thy proper loines Do curse the Gowt Sapego and the Rheume For ending thee no sooner Thou hast nor youth nor age But as it were an after-dinners sleepe Dreaming on both for all thy blessed youth Becomes as aged and doth begge the almes Of palsied-Eld and when thou art old and rich Thou hast neither heate affection limbe nor beautie To make thy riches pleasant what 's yet in this That beares the name of life Yet in this life Lie hid moe thousand deaths yet death we feare That makes these oddes all euen Cla. I humblie thanke you To sue to liue I finde I seeke to die And seeking death finde life Let it come on Enter Isabella Isab What hoa Peace heere Grace and good companie Pro. Who 's there Come in the wish deserues a welcome Duke Deere sir ere long I le visit you againe Cla. Most bolie Sir I thanke you Isa My businesse is a word or two with Claudio Pro. And verie welcom looke Signior here 's your sister Duke Prouost a word with you Pro. As manie as you please Duke Bring them to heare me speak where I may be conceal'd Cla. Now sister what 's the comfort Isa Why As all comforts are most good most good indeede Lord Angelo hauing affaires to heauen Intends you for his swift Ambassador Where you shall be an euerlasting Leiger Therefore your best appointment make with speed To Morrow you set on Clau. Is there no remedie Isa None but such remedie as to saue a head To cleaue a heart in twaine Clau. But is there anie Isa Yes brother you may liue There is a diuellish mercie in the Iudge If you 'l implore it that will free your life But fetter you till death Cla. Perpetuall durance Isa I iust perpetuall durance a restraint Through all the worlds vastiditie you had To a determin'd scope Clau. But in what nature Isa In such a one as you consenting too 't Would barke your honor from that trunke you beare And leaue you naked Clau. Let me know the point Isa Oh I do feare thee Claudio and I quake Least thou a feauorous life shouldst entertaine And six or seuen winters more respect Then a perpetuall Honor. Dar'st thou die The sence of death is most in apprehension And the poore Beetle that we treade vpon In corporall sufferance finds a pang as great As when a Giant dies Cla. Why giue you me this shame Thinke you I can a resolution fetch From flowrie tendernesse If I must die I will encounter darknesse as a bride And hugge it in mine armes Isa There spake my brother there my fathers graue Did vtter forth a voice Yes thou must die Thou art too noble to conserue a life In base appliances This outward sainted Deputie Whose setled visagn and deliberate word Nips youth i' th head and follies doth â—new As Falcon doth the Fowle is yet a diuell His filth within being cast he would appeare A pond as deepe as hell Cla. The prenzie Angelo Isa Oh 't is the cunning Liuerie of hell The damnest bodie to inuest and couer In prenzie gardes dost thou thinke Claudio If I would yeeld him my virginitie Thou might'st be freed Cla. Oh heauens it cannot be Isa Yes he would giu 't thee from this rank offence So to offend him still This night 's the time That I should do what I abhorre to name Or else thou diest to morrow Clau. Thou shalt not do 't Isa O were it but my life I 'de throw it downe for your deliuerance As frankely as a pin Clau. Thankes deere Isabell Isa Be readie Claudio for your death to morrow Clau. Yes Has he affections in him That thus can make him bite the Law by th' nose When he would force it Sure it is no sinne Or of the deadly seuen it is the least Isa Which is the least Cla. If it were damnable he being so wise Why would he for the momentarie tricke Be perdurablie fin'de Oh Isabell Isa What saies my brother Cla. Death is a fearefull thing Isa And shamed life a hatefull Cla. I but to die and go we know not where To lie in cold obstruction and to rot This sensible warme motion to become A kneaded clod And the delighted spirit To bath in fierie floods or to recide In thrilling Region of thicke-ribbed Ice To be imprison'd in the viewlesse windes And blowne with restlesse violence round about The pendant world or to be worse then worst Of those that lawlesse and incertaine thought Imagine howling 't is too horrible The weariest and most loathed worldly life That Age Ache periury and imprisonment Can lay on nature is a Paradise To what we feare of death Isa Alas alas Cla. Sweet Sister let me liue What sinne you do to saue a brothers life Nature dispenses with the deede so farre That it becomes a vertue Isa Oh you beast Oh faithlesse Coward oh dishonest wretch Wilt thou be made a man out of my vice Is' t not a kinde of Incest to take life From thine owne sisters shame What should I thinke Heauen shield my Mother plaid my Father faire For such a warped slip of wildernesse Nere issu'd from his blood Take my defiance Die perish Might but my bending downe Repreeue thee from thy fate it should proceede I le pray a thousand praiers for thy death No word to saue thee Cla. Nay heare
me Isabell Isa Oh fie fie fie Thy sinn's not accidentall but a Trade Mercy to thee would proue it selfe a Bawd 'T is best that thou diest quickly Cla. Oh heare me Isabella Duk. Vouchsafe a word yong sister but one word Isa What is your Will Duk. Might you dispense with your leysure I would by and by haue some speech with you the satisfaction I would require is likewise your owne benefit Isa I haue no superfluous leysure my stay must be stolen out of other affaires but I will attend you a while Duke Son I haue ouer-heard what hath past between you your sister Angelo had neuer the purpose to corrupt her onely he hath made an assay of her vertue to practise his iudgement with the disposition of natures She hauing the truth of honour in her hath made him that gracious deniall which he is most glad to receiue I am Confessor to Angelo and I know this to be true therfore prepare your selfe to death do not satisfie your resolution with hopes that are fallible to morrow you must die goe to your knees and make ready Cla. Let me ask my sister pardon I am so out of loue with life that I will sue to be rid of it Duke Hold you there farewell Prouost a word with you Pro. What 's your will father Duk. That now you are come you wil be gone leaue me a while with the Maid my minde promises with my habit no losse shall touch her by my company Pro. In good time Exit Duk. The hand that hath made you faire hath made you good the goodnes that is cheape in beauty makes beauty briefe in goodnes but grace being the soule of your complexion shall keepe the body of it euer faire the assault that Angelo hath made to you Fortune hath conuaid to my vnderstanding and but that frailty hath examples for his falling I should wonder at Angelo how will you doe to content this Substitute and to saue your Brother Isab I am now going to resolue him I had rather my brother die by the Law then my sonne should be vnlawfullie borne But oh how much is the good Duke deceiu'd in Angelo if euer he returne and I can speake to him I will open my lips in vaine or discouer his gouernment Duke That shall not be much amisse yet as the matter now stands he will auoid your accusation he made triall of you onelie Therefore fasten your eare on my aduisings to the loue I haue in doing good a remedie presents it selfe I doe make my selfe beleeue that you may most vprighteously do a poor wronged Lady a merited benefit redeem your brother from the angry Law doe no staine to your owne gracious person and much please the absent Duke if peraduenture he shall euer returne to haue hearing of this businesse Isab Let me heare you speake farther I haue spirit to do any thing that appeares not fowle in the truth of my spirit Duke Vertue is bold and goodnes neuer fearefull Haue you not heard speake of Mariana the sister of Fredericke the great Souldier who miscarried at Sea Isa I haue heard of the Lady and good words went with her name Duke Shee should this Angelo haue married was affianced to her oath and the nuptiall appointed between which time of the contract and limit of the solemnitie her brother Fredericke was wrackt at Sea hauing in that perished vessell the dowry of his sister but marke how heauily this befell to the poore Gentlewoman there she lost a noble and renowned brother in his loue toward her euer most kinde and naturall with him the portion and sinew of her fortune her marriage dowry with both her combynate-husband this well-seeming Angelo Isab Can this be so did Angelo so leaue her Duke Left her in her teares dried not one of them with his comfort swallowed his vowes whole pretending in her discoueries of dishonor in few bestow'd her on her owne lamentation which she yet weares for his sake and he a marble to her teares is washed with them but relents not Isab What a merit were it in death to take this poore maid from the world what corruption in this life that it will let this man liue But how out of this can shee auaile Duke It is a rupture that you may easily heale and the cure of it not onely saues your brother but keepes you from dishonor in doing it Isab Shew me how good Father Duk. This fore-named Maid hath yet in her the continuance of her first affection his vniust vnkindenesse that in all reason should haue quenched her loue hath like an impediment in the Current made it more violent and vnruly Goe you to Angelo answere his requiring with a plausible obedience agree with his demands to the point onely referre your selfe to this aduantage first that your stay with him may not be long that the time may haue all shadow and silence in it and the place answere to conuenience this being granted in course and now followes all wee shall aduise this wronged maid to steed vp your appointment goe in your place if the encounter acknowledge it selfe heereafter it may compell him to her recompence and heere by this is your brother saued your honor vntainted the poore Mariana aduantaged and the corrupt Deputy scaled The Maid will I frame and make fit for his attempt if you thinke well to carry this as you may the doublenes of the benefit defends the deceit from reproofe What thinke you of it Isab The image of it giues me content already and I trust it will grow to a most prosperous perfection Duk. It lies much in your holding vp haste you speedily to Angelo if for this night he intreat you to his bed giue him promise of satisfaction I will presently to S. Lukes there at the moated-Grange recides this deiected Mariana at that place call vpon me and dispatch with Angelo that it may be quickly Isab I thank you for this comfort fare you well good father Exit Enter Elbow Clowne Officers Elb. Nay if there be no remedy for it but that you will needes buy and sell men and women like beasts we shall haue all the world drinke browne white bastard Duk. Oh heauens what stuffe is heere Clow. T was neuer merry world since of two vsuries the merriest was put downe and the worser allow'd by order of Law a fur'd gowne to keepe him warme and furd with Foxe and Lamb-skins too to signifie that craft being richer then Innocency stands for the facing Elb. Come your way sir blesse you good Father Frier Duk. And you good Brother Father what offence hath this man made you Sir Elb. Marry Sir he hath offended the Law and Sir we take him to be a Theefe too Sir for wee haue found vpon him Sir a strange Pick-lock which we haue sent to the Deputie Duke Fie sirrah a Bawd a wicked bawd The euill that thou causest to be done That is thy meanes to liue Do thou but