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
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
haue some goodly Iest in hand She will not come she bids you come to her Petr. Worse and worse she will not come Oh vilde intollerable not to be indur'd Sirra Grumio goe to your Mistris Say I command her come to me Exit Hor. I know her answere Pet. What Hor. She will not Petr. The fouler fortune mine and there an end Enter Katerina Bap. Now by my hollidam here comes Katerina Kat. What is your will sir that you send for me Petr. Where is your sister and Hortensios wife Kate. They sit conferring by the Parler fire Petr. Goe fetch them hither if they denie to come Swinge me them soundly forth vnto their husbands Away I say and bring them hither straight Luc. Here is a wonder if you talke of a wonder Hor. And so it is I wonder what it boads Petr. Marrie peace it boads and loue and quiet life An awfull rule and right supremicie And to be short what not that 's sweete and happie Bap. Now faire befall thee good Petruchio The wager thou hast won and I will adde Vnto their losses twentie thousand crownes Another dowrie to another daughter For she is chang'd as she had neuer bin Petr. Nay I will win my wager better yet And show more signe of her obedience Her new built vertue and obedience Enter Kate Bianca and Widdow See where she comes and brings your froward Wiues As prisoners to her womanlie perswasion Katerine that Cap of yours becomes you not Off with that bable throw it vnderfoote Wid. Lord let me neuer haue a cause to sigh Till I be brought to such a sillie passe Bian. Fie what a foolish dutie call you this Luc. I would your dutie were as foolish too The wisdome of your dutie faire Bianca Hath cost me fiue hundred crownes since supper time Bian. The more foole you for laying on my dutie Pet. Katherine I charge thee tell these head-strong women what dutie they doe owe their Lords and husbands Wid. Come come your mocking we will haue no telling Pet. Come on I say and first begin with her Wid. She shall not Pet. I say she shall and first begin with her Kate. Fie fie vnknit that thretaning vnkinde brow And dart not scornefull glances from those eies To wound thy Lord thy King thy Gouernour It blots thy beautie as frosts doe bite the Meads Confounds thy fame as whirlewinds shake faire budds And in no sence is meete or amiable A woman mou'd is like a fountaine troubled Muddie ill seeming thicke hereft of beautie And while it is so none so dry or thirstie Will daigne to sip or touch one drop of it Thy husband is thy Lord thy life thy keeper Thy head thy soueraigne One that cares for thee And for thy maintenance Commits his body To painfull labour both by sea and land To watch the night in stormes the day in cold Whil'st thou ly'st warme at home secure and safe And craues no other tribute at thy hands But loue faire lookes and true obedience Too little payment for so great a debt Such dutie as the subiect owes the Prince Euen such a woman oweth to her husband And when she is froward peeuish sullen sowre And not obedient to his honest will What is she but a foule contending Rebell And gracelesse Traitor to her louing Lord I am asham'd that women are so simple To offer warre where they should kneele for peace Or seeke for rule supremacie and sway When they are bound to serue loue and obay Why are our bodies soft and weake and smooth Vnapt to toyle and trouble in the world But that our soft conditions and our harts Should well agree with our externall parts Come come you froward and vnable wormes My minde hath bin as bigge as one of yours My heart as great my reason haplie more To bandie word for word and frowne for frowne But now I see our Launces are but strawes Our strength as weake our weakenesse past compare That seeming to be most which we indeed least are Then vale your stomackes for it is no boote And place your hands below your husbands foote In token of which dutie if he please My hand is readie may it do him ease Pet. Why there 's a wench Come on and kisse mee Kate. Luc. Well go thy waies olde Lad for thou shalt ha 't Vin. T is a good hearing when children are toward Luc. But a harsh hearing when women are froward Pet. Come Kate weee'le to bed We three are married but you two are sped 'T was I wonne the wager though you hit the white And being a winner God giue you good night Exit Petruchio Horten. Now goe thy wayes thou hast tam'd a curst Shrow Luc. T is a wonder by your leaue she wil be tam'd so FINIS ALL' 's Well that Ends Well Actus primus Scoena Prima Enter yong Bertram Count of Rossillion his Mother and Helena Lord Lafew all in blacke Mother IN deliuering my sonne from me I burie a second husband Ros And I in going Madam weep ore my fathers death anew but I must attend his maiesties command to whom I am now in Ward euermore in subiection Laf. You shall find of the King a husband Madame you sir a father He that so generally is at all times good must of necessitie hold his vertue to you whose worthinesse would stirre it vp where it wanted rather then lack it where there is such abundance Mo. What hope is there of his Maiesties amendment Laf. He hath abandon'd his Phisitions Madam vnder whose practises he hath persecuted time with hope and finds no other aduantage in the processe but onely the loosing of hope by time Mo. This yong Gentlewoman had a father O that had how sad a passage t is whose skill was almost as great as his honestie had it stretch'd so far would haue made nature immortall and death should haue play for lacke of worke Would for the Kings sake hee were liuing I thinke it would be the death of the Kings disease Laf. How call'd you the man you speake of Madam Mo. He was famous sir in his profession and it was his great right to be so Gerard de Narbon Laf. He was excellent indeed Madam the King very latelie spoke of him admiringly and mourningly hee was skilfull enough to haue liu'd stil if knowledge could be set vp against mortallitie Ros What is it my good Lord the King languishes of Laf. A Fistula my Lord. Ros I heard not of it before Laf. I would it were not notorious Was this Gentlewoman the Daughter of Gerard de Narbon Mo. His sole childe my Lord and bequeathed to my ouer looking I haue those hopes of her good that her education promises her dispositions shee inherits which makes faire gifts fairer for where an vncleane mind carries vertuous qualities there commendations go with pitty they are vertues and traitors too in her they are the better for their simplenesse she deriues her honestie and atcheeues her goodnesse Lafew Your
borne this will breake out To all our sorrowes and ere long I doubt Exeunt Io. They burn in indignation I repent Enter Mes There is no sure foundation set on blood No certaine life atchieu'd by others death A fearefull eye thou hast Where is that blood That I haue seene inhabite in those cheekes So foule a skie cleeres not without a storme Poure downe thy weather how goes all in France Mes From France to England neuer such a powre For any forraigne preparation Was leuied in the body of a land The Copie of your speede is learn'd by them For when you should be told they do prepare The tydings comes that they are all arriu'd Ioh. Oh where hath our Intelligence bin drunke Where hath it slept Where is my Mothers care That such an Army could be drawne in France And she not heare of it Mes My Liege her eare Is stopt with dust the first of Aprill di'de Your noble mother and as I heare my Lord The Lady Constance in a frenzie di'de Three dayes before but this from Rumors tongue I idely heard if true or false I know not Iohn With-hold thy speed dreadfull Occasion O make a league with me 'till I haue pleas'd My discontented Peeres What Mother dead How wildely then walkes my Estate in France Vnder whose conduct came those powres of France That thou for truth giu'st out are landed heere Mes Vnder the Dolphin Enter Bastard and Peter of Pomfret Ioh. Thou hast made me giddy With these ill tydings Now What sayes the world To your proceedings Do not seeke to stuffe My head with more ill newes for it is full Bast But if you be a-feard to heare the worst Then let the worst vn-heard fall on your head Iohn Beare with me Cosen for I was amaz'd Vnder the tide but now I breath againe Aloft the flood and can giue audience To any tongue speake it of what it will Bast How I haue sped among the Clergy men The summes I haue collected shall expresse But as I trauail'd hither through the land I finde the people strangely fantasied Possest with rumors full of idle dreames Not knowing what they feare but full of feare And here 's a Prophet that I brought with me From forth the streets of Pomfret whom I found With many hundreds treading on his heeles To whom he sung in rude harsh sounding rimes That ere the next Ascension day at noone Your Highnes should deliuer vp your Crowne Iohn Thou idle Dreamer wherefore didst thou so Pet. Fore-knowing that the truth will fall out so Iohn Hubert away with him imprison him And on that day at noone whereon he sayes I shall yeeld vp my Crowne let him be hang'd Deliuer him to safety and returne For I must vse thee O my gentle Cosen Hear'st thou the newes abroad who are arriu'd Bast The French my Lord mens mouths are ful of it Besides I met Lord Bigot and Lord Salisburie With eyes as red as new enkindled fire And others more going to seeke the graue Of Arthur whom they say is kill'd to night on your suggestion Iohn Gentle kinsman go And thrust thy selfe into their Companies I haue a way to winne their loues againe Bring them before me Bast I will seeke them out Iohn Nay but make haste the better foote before O let me haue no subiect enemies When aduerse Forreyners affright my Townes With dreadfull pompe of stout inuasion Be Mercurie set feathers to thy heeles And flye like thought from them to me againe Bast The spirit of the time shall teach me speed Exit Iohn Spoke like a sprightfull Noble Gentleman Go after him for he perhaps shall neede Some Messenger betwixt me and the Peeres And be thou hee Mes With all my heart my Liege Iohn My mother dead Enter Hubert Hub. My Lord they say fiue Moones were seene to night Foure fixed and the fift did whirle about The other foure in wondrous motion Ioh. Fiue Moones Hub. Old men and Beldames in the streets Do prophesie vpon it dangerously Yong Arthurs death is common in their mouths And when they talke of him they shake their heads And whisper one another in the eare And he that speakes doth gripe the hearers wrist Whilst he that heares makes fearefull action With wrinkled browes with nods with rolling eyes I saw a Smith stand with his hammer thus The whilst his Iron did on the Anuile coole With open mouth swallowing a Taylors newes Who with his Sheeres and Measure in his hand Standing on slippers which his nimble haste Had falsely thrust vpon contrary feete Told of a many thousand warlike French That were embattailed and rank'd in Kent Another leane vnwash'd Artificer Cuts off his tale and talkes of Arthurs death Io. Why seek'st thou to possesse me with these feares Why vrgest thou so oft yong Arthurs death Thy hand hath murdred him I had a mighty cause To wish him dead but thou hadst none to kill him H No had my Lord why did you not prouoke me Iohn It is the curse of Kings to be attended By slaues that take their humors for a warrant To breake within the bloody house of life And on the winking of Authoritie To vnderstand a Law to know the meaning Of dangerous Maiesty when perchance it frownes More vpon humor then aduis'd respect Hub. Heere is your hand and Seale for what I did Ioh. Oh when the last accompt twixt heauen earth Is to be made then shall this hand and Seale Witnesse against vs to damnation How oft the sight of meanes to do ill deeds Make deeds ill done Had'st not thou beene by A fellow by the hand of Nature mark'd Quoted and sign'd to do a deede of shame This murther had not come into my minde But taking note of thy abhorr'd Aspect Finding thee fit for bloody villanie Apt liable to be employ'd in danger I faintly broke with thee of Arthurs death And thou to be endeered to a King Made it no conscience to destroy a Prince Hub. My Lord. Ioh. Had'st thou but shooke thy head or made a pause When I spake darkely what I purposed Or turn'd an eye of doubt vpon my face As bid me tell my tale in expresse words Deepe shame had struck me dumbe made me break off And those thy feares might haue wrought feares in me But thou didst vnderstand me by my signes And didst in signes againe parley with sinne Yea without stop didst let thy heart consent And consequently thy rude hand to acte The deed which both our tongues held vilde to name Out of my sight and neuer see me more My Nobles leaue me and my State is braued Euen at my gates with rankes of forraigne powres Nay in the body of this fleshly Land This kingdome this Confine of blood and breathe Hostilitie and ciuill tumult reignes Betweene my conscience and my Cosins death Hub. Arme you against your other enemies I le make a peace betweene your soule and you Yong Arthur is aliue This hand of mine Is
fast betimes With eager feeding food doth choake the feeder Light vanity insatiate cormorant Consuming meanes soone preyes vpon it selfe This royall Throne of Kings this sceptred Isle This earth of Maiesty this seate of Mars This other Eden demy paradise This Fortresse built by Nature for her selfe Against infection and the hand of warre This happy breed of men this little world This precious stone set in the siluer sea Which serues it in the office of a wall Or as a Moate defensiue to a house Against the enuy of lesse happier Lands This blessed plot this earth this Realme this England This Nurse this teeming wombe of Royall Kings Fear'd by their breed and famous for their birth Renowned for their deeds as farre from home For Christian seruice and true Chiualrie As is the sepulcher in stubborne Iury Of the Worlds ransome blessed Maries Sonne This Land of such deere soules this deere-deere Land Deere for her reputation through the world Is now Leas'd out I dye pronouncing it Like to a Tenement or pelting Farme England bound in with the triumphant sea Whose rocky shore beates backe the enuious siedge Of watery Neptune is now bound in with shame With Inky blottes and rotten Parchment bonds That England that was wont to conquer others Hath made a shamefull conquest of it selfe Ah! would the scandall vanish with my life How happy then were my ensuing death Enter King Queene Aumerle Bushy Greene Bagot Ros and Willoughby Yor. The King is come deale mildly with his youth For young hot Colts being rag'd do rage the more Qu. How fares our noble Vncle Lancaster Ri. What comfort man How i st with aged Gaunt Ga. Oh how that name befits my composition Old Gaunt indeed and gaunt in being old Within me greefe hath kept a tedious fast And who abstaynes from meate that is not gaunt For sleeping England long time haue I watcht Watching breeds leannesse leannesse is all gaunt The pleasure that some Fathers feede vpon Is my strict fast I meane my Childrens lookes And therein fasting hast thou made me gaunt Gaunt am I for the graue gaunt as a graue Whose hollow wombe inherits naught but bones Ric. Can sicke men play so nicely with their names Gau. No misery makes sport to mocke it selfe Since thou dost seeke to kill my name in mec I mocke my name great King to flatter thee Ric. Should dying men flatter those that liue Gau. No no men liuing flatter those that dye Rich. Thou now a dying sayst thou flatter'st me Gau. Oh no thou dyest though I the sicker be Rich. I am in health I breath I see the â—ill Gau. Now he that made me knowes I see thee ill Ill in my selfe to see and in thee seeing ill Thy death-bed is no lesser then the Land Wherein thou lyest in reputation sicke And thou too care-lesse patient as thou art Commit'st thy ' anointed body to the cure Of those Physitians that first wounded thee A thousand flatterers sit within thy Crowne Whose compasse is no bigger then thy head And yet incaged in so small a Verge The waste is no whit lesser then thy Land Oh had thy Grandsire with a Prophets eye Seene how his sonnes sonne should destroy his sonnes From forth thy reach he would haue laid thy shame Deposing thee before thou wert possest Which art possest now to depose thy selfe Why Cosine were thou Regent of the world It were a shame to let his Land by lease But for thy world enioying but this Land Is it not more then shame to shame it so Landlord of England art thou and not King Thy state of Law is bondslaue to the law And Rich. And thou a lunaticke leane-witted foole Presuming on an Agues priuiledge Dar'st with thy frozen admonition Make pale our cheeke chafing the Royall blood With fury from his natiue residence Now by my Seates right Royall Maiestie Wer 't thou not Brother to great Edwards sonne This tongue that runs so roundly in thy head Should run thy head from thy vnreuerent shoulders Gau. Oh spare me not my brothers Edwards sonne For that I was his Father Edwards sonne That blood already like the Pellican Thou hast tapt out and drunkenly carows'd My brother Gloucester plaine well meaning soule Whom faire befall in heauen ' mongst happy soules May be a president and witnesse good That thou respect'st not spilling Edwards blood Toyne with the present sicknesse that I haue And thy vnkindnesse be like crooked age To crop at once a too-long wither'd flowre Liue in thy shame but dye not shame with thee These words heereafter thy tormentors bee Conuey me to my bed then to my graue Loue they to liue that loue and honor haue Exit Rich. And let them dye that age and sullens haue For both hast thou and both become the graue Yor. I do beseech your Maiestie impute his words To wayward sicklinesse and age in him He loues you on my life and holds you deere As Harry Duke of Herford were he heere Rich. Right you say true as Herfords loue so his As theirs so mine and all be as it is Enter Northumberland Nor. My Liege olde Gaunt commends him to your Maiestie Rich. What sayes he Nor. Nay nothing all is said His tongue is now a stringlesse instrument Words life and all old Lancaster hath spent Yor. Be Yorke the next that must be bankrupt so Though death be poore it ends a mortall wo. Rich. The ripest fruit first fals and so doth he His time is spent our pilgrimage must be So much for that Now for our Irish warres We must supplant those rough rug-headed Kernes Which liue like venom where no venom else But onely they haue priuiledge to liue And for these great affayres do aske some charge Towards our assistance we do seize to vs The plate coine reuennewes and moueables Whereof our Vncle Gaunt did stand possest Yor. How long shall I be patient Oh how long Shall tender dutie make me suffer wrong Not Glousters death nor Herfords banishment Nor Gauntes rebukes nor Englands priuate wrongs Nor the preuention of poore Bullingbrooke About his marriage nor my owne disgrace Haue euer made me sowre my patient cheeke Or bend one wrinâ—kle on my Soueraignes face I am the last of noble Edwards sonnes Of whom thy Father Prince of Wales was first In warre was neuer Lyon rag'd more fierce In peace was neuer gentle Lambe more milde Then was that yong and Princely Gentleman His face thou hast for euen so look'd he Accomplish'd with the number of thy howâ—rs But when he frown'd it was against the Freâ—ch And not against his friends hâ—s noble hand Did wâ—n what he did spend and speâ—t not that Which his triumphant fathers hand had won His hands were guilty of no kindreds blood But bloody with the enemies of his kinne Oh Richard York is too farre gone with greefe Or else he neuer would compare betweene Rich. Why Vncle What 's the matter Yor. Oh my Liege pardon me if you please if
return'd againe That dog'd the mighty Army of the Dolphin Mess They are return'd my Lord and giue it out That he is march'd to Burdeaux with his power To fight with Talbot as he march'd along By your espyals were discouered Two mightier Troopes then that the Dolphin led Which ioyn'd with him and made their march for Burdeaux Yorke A plague vpon that Villaine Somerset That thus delayes my promised supply Of horsemen that were leuied for this siege Renowned Talbot doth expect my ayde And I am lowted by a Traitor Villaine And cannot helpe the noble Cheualier God comfort him in this necessity If he miscarry farewell Warres in France Enter another Messenger 2. Mes Thou Princely Leader of our English strength Neuer so needfull on the earth of France Spurre to the rescue of the Noble Talbot Who now is girdled with a waste of Iron And hem'd about with grim destruction To Burdeaux warlike Duke to Burdeaux Yorke Else farwell Talbot France and Englands honor Yorke O God that Somerset who in proud heart Doth stop my Cornets were in Talbots place So should wee saue a valiant Gentleman By forteyting a Traitor and a Coward Mad ire and wrathfull fury makes me weepe That thus we dye while remisse Traitors sleepe Mes O send some succour to the distrest Lord. Yorke He dies we loose I breake my warlike word We mourne France smiles We loose they dayly get All long of this vile Traitor Somerset Mes Then God take mercy on braue Talbots soule And on his Sonne yong Iohn who two houres since I met in trauaile toward his warlike Father This seuen yeeres did not Talbot see his sonne And now they meete where both their liues are done Yorke Alas what ioy shall noble Talbot haue To bid his yong sonne welcome to his Graue Away vexation almost stoppes my breath That sundred friends greete in the houre of death Lucie farewell no more my fortune can But curse the cause I cannot ayde the man Maine Bloys Poytiers and Toures are wonne away Long all of Somerset and his delay Exit Mes Thus while the Vulture of sedition Feedes in the bosome of such great Commanders Sleeping neglection doth betray to losse The Conquest of our scarse-cold Conqueror That euer-liuing man of Memorie Henrie the fift Whiles they each other crosse Liues Honours Lands and all hurrie to losse Enter Somerset with his Armie Som. It is too late I cannot send them now This expedition was by Yorke and Talbot Too rashly plotted All our generall force Might with a sally of the very Towne Be buckled with the ouer-daring Talbot Hath sullied all his glosse of former Honor By this vnheedfull desperate wilde aduenture Yorke set him on to fight and dye in shame That Talbot dead great Yorke might beare the name Cap. Heere is Sir William Lucie who with me Set from our ore-matcht forces forth for ayde Som. How now Sir William whether were you sent Lu. Whether my Lord from bought sold L. Talbot Who ring'd about with bold aduersitie Cries out for noble Yorke and Somerset To beate assayling death from his weake Regions And whiles the honourable Captaine there Drops bloody swet from his warre-wearied limbes And in aduantage lingring lookes for rescue You his false hopes the trust of Englands honor Keepe off aloofe with worthlesse emulation Let not your priuate discord keepe away The leuied succours that should lend him ayde While he renowned Noble Gentleman Yeeld vp his life vnto a world of oddes Orleance the Bastard Charles Burgundie Alanson Reignard compasse him about And Talbot perisheth by your default Som. Yorke set him on Yorke should haue sent him ayde Luc. And Yorke as fast vpon your Grace exclaimes Swearing that you with-hold his leuied hoast Collected for this expidition Som. York lyes He might haue sent had the Horse I owe him little Dutie and lesse Loue And take foule scorne to fawne on him by sending Lu. The fraud of England not the force of France Hath now intrapt the Noble-minded Talbot Neuer to England shall he beare his life But dies betraid to fortune by your strife Som. Come go I will dispatch the Horsemen strait Within sixe houres they will be at his ayde Lu. Too late comes rescue he is tane or slaine For flye he could not if he would haue fled And flye would Talbot neuer though he might Som. If he be dead braue Talbot then adieu Lu. His Fame liues in the world His Shame in you Exeunt Enter Talbot and his Sonne Tal. O yong Iohn Talbot I did send for thee To tutor thee in stratagems of Warre That Talbots name might be in thee reuiu'd When saplesse Age and weake vnable limbes Should bring thy Father to his drooping Chaire But O malignant and ill-boading Starres Now thou art come vnto a Feast of death A terrible and vnauoyded danger Therefore deere Boy mount on my swiftest horse And I le direct thee how thou shalt escape By sodaine flight Come dally not be gone Iohn Is my name Talbot and am I your Sonne And shall I flye O if you loue my Mother Dishonor not her Honorable Name To make a Bastard and a Slaue of me The World will say he is not Talbots blood That basely fled when Noble Talbot stood Talb. Flye to reuenge my death if I be slaine Iohn He that flyes so will ne're returne againe Talb. If we both stay we both are sure to dye Iohn Then let me stay and Father doe you flye Your losse is great so your regard should be My worth vnknowne no losse is knowne in me Vpon my death the French can little boast In yours they will in you all hopes are lost Flight cannot stayne the Honor you haue wonne But mine it will that no Exploit haue done You fled for Vantage euery one will sweare But if I bow they 'le say it was for feare There is no hope that euer I will stay If the first howre I shrinke and run away Here on my knee I begge Mortalitie Rather then Life preseru'd with Infamie Talb. Shall all thy Mothers hopes lye in one Tombe Iohn I rather then I le shame my Mothers Wombe Talb. Vpon my Blessing I command thee goe Iohn To fight I will but not to flye the Foe Talb. Part of thy Father may be sau'd in thee Iohn No part of him but will be shame in mee Talb. Thou neuer hadst Renowne nor canst not lose it Iohn Yes your renowned Name shall flight abuse it Talb. Thy Fathers charge shal cleare thee from y t staine Iohn You cannot witnesse for me being slaine If Death be so apparant then both flye Talb. And leaue my followers here to fight and dye My Age was neuer tainted with such shame Iohn And shall my Youth be guiltie of such blame No more can I be seuered from your side Then can your selfe your selfe in twaine diuide Stay goe doe what you will the like doe I For liue I will not if my Father dye Talb. Then here I take
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
slackely guarded and the search so slow That could not trace them 1 Howsoere 't is strange Or that the negligence may well be laugh'd at Yet is it true Sir 2 I do well beleeue you 1 We must forbeare Heere comes the Gentleman The Queene and Princesse Exeunt Scena Secunda Enter the Queene Posthumus and Imogen Qu. No be assur'd you shall not finde me Daughter After the slander of most Step-Mothers Euill-ey'd vnto you You 're my Prisoner but Your Gaoler shall deliuer you the keyes That locke vp your restraint For you Posthumus So soone as I can win th' offended King I will be knowne your Aduocate marry yet The fire of Rage is in him and 't were good You lean'd vnto his Sentence with what patience Your wisedome may informe you Post ' Please your Highnesse I will from hence to day Qu. You know the perill I le fetch a turne about the Garden pittying The pangs of barr'd Affections though the King Hath charg'd you should not speake together Exit Imo. O dissembling Curtesie How fine this Tyrant Can tickle where she wounds My deerest Husband I something feare my Fathers wrath but nothing Alwayes reseru'd my holy duty what His rage can do on me You must be gone And I shall heere abide the hourely shot Of angry eyes not comforted to liue But that there is this Iewell in the world That I may see againe Post My Queene my Mistris O Lady weepe no more least I giue cause To be suspected of more tendernesse Then doth become a man I will remaine The loyall'st husband that did ere plight troth My residence in Rome at one Filorio's Who to my Father was a Friend to me Knowne but by Letter thither write my Queene And with mine eyes I le drinke the words you send Though Inke be made of Gall. Enter Queene Qu. Be briefe I pray you If the King come I shall incurre I know not How much of his displeasure yet I le moue him To walke this way I neuer do him wrong But he do's buy my Iniuries to be Friends Payes deere for my offences Post Should we be taking leaue As long a terme as yet we haue to liue The loathnesse to depart would grow Adieu Imo. Nay stay a little Were you but riding forth to ayre your selfe Such parting were too petty Looke heere Loue This Diamond was my Mothers take it Heart But keepe it till you woo another Wife When Imogen is dead Post How how Another You gentle Gods giue me but this I haue And seare vp my embracements from a next With bonds of death Remaine remaine thou heere While sense can keepe it on And sweetest fairest As I my poore selfe did exchange for you To your so infinite losse so in our trifles I still winne of you For my sake weare this It is a Manacle of Loue I le place it Vpon this fayrest Prisoner Imo. O the Gods When shall we see againe Enter Cymbeline and Lords Post Alacke the King Cym. Thou basest thing auoyd hence from my sight If after this command thou fraught the Court With thy vnworthinesse thou dyest Away Thou' rt poyson to my blood Post The Gods protect you And blesse the good Remainders of the Court I am gone Exit Imo. There cannot be a pinch in death More sharpe then this is Cym. O disloyall thing That should'st repayre my youth thou heap'st A yeares age on meâ— Imo. I beseech you Sir Harme not your selfe with your vexation I am senselesse of your Wrath a Touch more rare Subdues all pangs all feares Cym. Past Grace Obedience Imo. Past hope and in dispaire that way past Grace Cym. That might'st haue had The sole Sonne of my Queene Imo. O blessed that I might not I chose an Eagle And did auoyd a Puttocke Cym. Thou took'st a Begger would'st haue made my Throne a Seate for basenesse Imo. No I rather added a lustre to it Cym. O thou vilde one Imo. Sir It is your fault that I haue lou'd Posthumus You bred him as my Play-fellow and he is A man worth any woman Ouer-buyes mee Almost the summe he payes Cym. What art thou mad Imo. Almost Sir Heauen restore me would I were A Neat-heards Daughter and my Leonatus Our Neighbour-Shepheards Sonne Enter Queene Cym. Thou foolish thing They were againe together you haue done Not after our command Away with her And pen her vp Qu. Beseech your patience Peace Deere Lady daughter peace Sweet Soueraigne Leaue vs to our selues and make your self some comfort Out of your best aduice Cym. Nay let her languish A drop of blood a day and being aged Dye of this Folly Exit Enter Pisanio Qu. Fye you must giue way Heere is your Seruant How now Sir What newes Pisa My Lord your Sonne drew on my Master Qu. Hah No harme I trust is done Pisa There might haue beene But that my Master rather plaid then fought And had no helpe of Anger they were parted By Gentlemen at hand Qu. I am very glad on 't Imo. Your Son 's my Fathers friend he takes his part To draw vpon an Exile O braue Sir I would they were in Affricke both together My selfe by with a Needle that I might pricke The goer backe Why came you from your Master Pisa On his command he would not suffer mee To bring him to the Hauen left these Notes Of what commands I should be subiect too When 't pleas'd you to employ me Qu. This hath beene Your faithfull Seruant I dare lay mine Honour He will remaine so Pisa I humbly thanke your Highnesse Qu. Pray walke a-while Imo. About some halfe houre hence Pray you speake with me You shall at least go see my Lord aboord For this time leaue me Exeunt Scena Tertia Enter Clotten and two Lords 1. Sir I would aduise you to shift a Shirt the Violence of Action hath made you reek as a Sacrifice where ayre comes out ayre comes in There 's none abroad so wholesome as that you vent Clot. If my Shirt were bloody then to shift it Haue I hurt him 2 No faith not so much as his patience 1 Hurt him His bodie 's a passable Carkasse if he bee not hurt It is a through-fare for Steele if it be not hurt 2 His Steele was in debt it went o' th' Backe-side the Towne Clot. The Villaine would not stand me 2 No but he fled forward still toward your face 1 Stand you you haue Land enough of your owne But he added to your hauing gaue you some ground 2 As many Inches as you haue Oceans Puppies Clot. I would they had not come betweene vs. 2 So would I till you had measur'd how long a Foole you were vpon the ground Clot. And that shee should loue this Fellow and refuse mee 2 If it be a sin to make a true election she is damn'd 1 Sir as I told you alwayes her Beauty her Braine go not together Shee 's a good signe but I haue seene small reflection of her wit 2
I pray you pardon me Pray hartly pardon me Page Let 's go in Gentlemen but trust me we 'l mock him I doe inuite you to morrow morning to my house to breakfast after we 'll a Birding together I haue a fine Hawke for the bush Shall it be so Ford. Any thing Eu. If there is one I shall make two in the Companie Ca. If there be one or two I shall make-a-theturd Ford. Pray you go M. Page Eua. I pray you now remembrance to morrow on the lowsie knaue mine Host Cai. Dat is good by gar withall my heart Eua. A lowsie knaue to haue his gibes and his mockeries Exeunt Scoena Quarta Enter Fenton Anne Page Shallow Slender Quickly Page Mist Page Fen I see I cannot get thy Fathers loue Therefore no more turne me to him sweet Nan. Anne Alas how then Fen. Why thou must be thy selfe He doth obiect I am too great of birth And that my state being gall'd with my expence I seeke to heale it onely by his wealth Besides these other barres he layes before me My Riots past my wilde Societies And tels me 't is a thing impossible I should loue thee but as a property An. May be he tels you true No heauen so speed me in my time to come Albeit I will confesse thy Fathers wealth Was the first motiue that I woo'd thee Anne Yet wooing thee I found thee of more valew Then stampes in Gold or summes in sealed bagges And 't is the very riches of thy selfe That now I ayme at An. Gentle M. Fenton Yet seeke my Fathers loue still seeke it sir If opportunity and humblest suite Cannot attaine it why then harke you hither Shal. Breake their talke Mistris Quickly My Kinsman shall speake for himselfe Slen. I le make a shaft or a bolt on 't slid t is but venturing Shal. Be not dismaid Slen. No she shall not dismay me I care not for that but that I am affeard Qui. Hark ye M. Slender would speak a word with you An. I come to him This is my Fathers choice O what a world of vilde ill-fauour'd faults Lookes handsome in three hundred pounds a yeere Qui. And how do's good Master Fenton Pray you a word with you Shal. Shee 's comming to her Coz O boy thou hadst a father Slen. I had a father M. An my vncle can tel you good iests of him pray you Vncle tel Mist Anne the iest how my Father stole two Geese out of a Pen good Vnckle Shal. Mistris Anne my Cozen loues you Slen. I that I do as well as I loue any woman in Glocestershire Shal. He will maintaine you like a Gentlewoman Slen. I that I will come cut and long-taile vnder the degree of a Squire Shal. He will make you a hundred and fiftie pounds ioynture Anne Good Maister Shallow let him woo for himselfe Shal. Marrie I thanke you for it I thanke you for that good comfort she cals you Coz I le leaue you Anne Now Master Slender Slen. Now good Mistris Anne Anne What is your will Slen. My will Odd's-hart-lings that 's a prettie iest indeede I ne're made my Will yet I thanke Heauen I am not such a sickely creature I giue Heauen praise Anne I meane M. Slender what wold you with me Slen. Truely for mine owne part I would little or nothing with you your father and my vncle hath made motion if it be my lucke so if not happy man bee his dole they can tell you how things go better then I can you may aske your father heere he comes Page Now M r Slender Loue him daughter Anne Why how now What does M r Fenter here You wrong me Sir thus still to haunt my house I told you Sir my daughter is disposd of Fen. Nay M r Page be not impatient Mist Page Good M. Fenton come not to my child Page She is no match for you Fen. Sir will you heare me Page No good M. Fenton Come M. Shallow Come sonne Slender in Knowing my minde you wrong me M. Fenton Qui. Speake to Mistris Page Fen. Good Mist Page for that I loue your daughter In such a righteous fashion as I do Perforce against all checkes rebukes and manners I must aduance the colours of my loue And not retire Let me haue your good will An. Good mother do not marry me to yond foole Mist Page I meane it not I seeke you a better husband Qui. That 's my master M. Doctor An. Alas I had rather be set quick i' th earth And bowl'd to death with Turnips Mist Page Come trouble not your selfe good M. Fenton I will not be your friend nor enemy My daughter will I question how she loues you And as I finde her so am I affected Till then farewell Sir she must needs go in Her father will be angry Fen. Farewell gentle Mistris farewell Nan. Qui. This is my doing now Nay saide I will you cast away your childe on a Foole and a Physitian Looke on M. Fenton this is my doing Fen. I thanke thee and I pray thee once to night Giue my sweet Nan this Ring there 's for thy paines Qui. Now heauen send thee good fortune a kinde heart he hath a woman would run through fire water for such a kinde heart But yet I would my Maister had Mistris Anne or I would M. Slender had her or in sooth I would M. Fenton had her I will do what I can for them all three for so I haue promisd and I le bee as good as my word but speciously for M. Fenton Well I must of another errand to Sir Iohn Falstaffe from my two Mistresses what a beast am I to slacke it Exeunt Scena Quinta Enter Falstaffe Bardolfe Quickly Ford. Fal. Bardolfe I say Bar. Heere Sir Fal. Go fetch me a quart of Sacke put a tost in 't Haue I liu'd to be carried in a Basket like a barrow of butchers Offall and to be throwne in the Thames Wel if I be seru'd such another tricke I le haue my braines ' tane out and butter'd and giue them to a dogge for a New-yeares gift The rogues slighted me into the riuer with as little remorse as they would haue drown'de a blinde bitches Puppies fifteene i' th litter and you may know by my size that I haue a kinde of alacrity in sinking if the bottome were as deepe as hell I shold down I had beene drown'd but that the shore was sheluy and shallow a death that I abhorre for the water swelles a man and what a thing should I haue beene when I had beene swel'd I should haue beene a Mountaine of Mummie Bar. Here 's M. Quickly Sir to speake with you Fal. Come let me poure in some Sack to the Thames water for my bellies as cold as if I had swallow'd snow-bals for pilles to coole the reines Call her in Bar. Come in woman Qui. By your leaue I cry you mercy Giue your worship good morrow Fal. Take away these Challices Go brew me a
not thy complement I forgiue thy duetie adue Maid Good Costard go with me Sir God saue your life Cost Haue with thee my girle Exit Hol. Sir you haue done this in the feare of God very religiously and as a certaine Father saith Ped. Sir tell not me of the Father I do feare colourable colours But to returne to the Verses Did they please you sir Nathaniel Nath. Marueilous well for the pen. Peda. I do dine to day at the fathers of a certaine Pupill of mine where if being repast it shall please you to gratifie the table with a Grace I will on my priuiledge I haue with the parents of the foresaid Childe or Pupill vndertake your bien vonuto where I will proue those Verses to be very vnlearned neither sauouring of Poetrie Wit nor Inuention I beseech your Societie Nat. And thanke you to for societie saith the text is the happinesse of life Peda. And certes the text most infallibly concludes it Sir I do inuite you too you shall not say me nay pauca verba Away the gentles are at their game and we will to our recreation Exeunt Enter Berowne with a Paper in his hand alone Bero. The King he is hunting the Deare I am coursing my selfe They haue pitcht a Toyle I am toyling in a pytch pitch that defiles defile a foule word Well set thee downe sorrow for so they say the foole said and so say I and I the foole Well proued wit By the Lord this Loue is as mad as Aiax it kils sheepe it kils mee I a sheepe Well proued againe a my side I will not loue if I do hang me yfaith I will not O but her eye by this light but for her eye I would not loue her yes for her two eyes Well I doe nothing in the world but lye and lye in my throate By heauen I doe loue and it hath taught mee to Rime and to be mallicholie and here is part of my Rime and heere my mallicholie Well she hath one a' my Sonnets already the Clowne bore it the Foole sent it and the Lady hath it sweet Clowne sweeter Foole sweetest Lady By the world I would not care a pin if the other three were in Here comes one with a paper God giue him grace to grone He stands aside The King entreth Kin. Ay mee Ber. Shot by heauen proceede sweet Cupid thou hast thumpt him with thy Birdbolt vnder the left pap in faith secrets King So sweete a kisse the golden Sunne giues not To those fresh morning drops vpon the Rose As thy eye beames when their fresh rayse haue smot The night of dew that on my cheekes downe flowes Nor shines the siluer Moone one halfe so bright Through the transparent bosome of the deepe As doth thy face through teares of mine giue light Thou shin'st in euery teare that I doe weepe No drop but as a Coach doth carry thee So ridest thou triumphing in my woe Do but behold the teares that swell in me And they thy glory through my griefe will show But doe not loue thy selfe then thou wilt keepe My teares for glasses and still make me weepe O Queene of Queenes how farre dost thou excell No thought can thinke nor tongue of mortall tell How shall she know my griefes I le drop the paper Sweet leaues shade folly Who is he comes heere Enter Longauile The King steps aside What Longauill and reading listen eare Ber. Now in thy likenesse one more foole appeare Long. Ay me I am forsworne Ber. Why he comes in like a periure wearing papers Long. In loue I hope sweet fellowship in shame Ber. One drunkard loues another of the name Lon. Am I the first y t haue been periur'd so Ber. I could put thee in comfort not by two that I know Thou makest the triumphery the corner cap of societie The shape of Loues Tiburne that hangs vp simplicitie Lon. I feare these stubborn lines lack power to moue O sweet Maria Empresse of my Loue These numbers will I teare and write in prose Ber. O Rimes are gards on wanton Cupids hose Disfigure not his Shop Lon. This same shall goe He reades the Sonnet Did not the heauenly Rhetoricke of thine eye ' Gainst whom the world cannot hold argument Perswade my heart to this false periurie Vowes for thee broke deserue not punishment A woman I forswore but I will proue Thou being a Goddesse I forswore not thee My Vow was earthly thou a heauenly Loue. Thy grace being gain'd cures all disgrace in me Vowes are but breath and breath a vapour is Then thou faire Sun which on my earth doest shine Exhalest this vapor-vow in thee it is If broken then it is no fault of mine If by me broke What foole is not so wise To loose an oath to win a Paradise Ber. This is the liuer veine which makes flesh a deity A greene Goose a Coddesse pure pure Idolatry God amend vs God amend we are much out o' th' way Enter Dumaine Lon. By whom shall I send this company Stay Bero. All hid all hid an old infant play Like a demie God here sit I in the skie And wretched fooles secrets heedfully ore-eye More Sacks to the myll O heauens I haue my wish Dumaine transform'd foure Woodcocks in a dish Dum. O most diuine Kate. Bero. O most prophane coxcombe Dum. By heauen the wonder of a mortall eye Bero. By earth she is not corporall there you lye Dum. Her Amber haires for foule hath amber coted Ber. An Amber coloured Rauen was well noted Dum. As vpright as the Cedar Ber. Stoope I say her shoulder is with-child Dum. As faire as day Ber. I as some daies but then no sunne must shine Dum. O that I had my wish Lon. And I had mine Kin. And mine too good Lord. Ber. Amen so I had mine Is not that a good word Dum. I would forget her but a Feuer she Raignes in my bloud and will remembred be Ber. A Feuer in your bloud why then incision Would let her out in Sawcers sweet misprision Dum. Once more I le read the Ode that I haue writ Ber. Once more I le marke how Loue can varry Wit Dumane reades his Sonnet On a day alack the day Loue whose Month is euery May Spied a blossome passing faire Playing in the wanton ayre Through the Veluet leaues the winde All vnseene can passage finde That the Louer sicke to death Wish himselfe the heauens breath Ayre quoth he thy cheekes may blowe Ayre would I might triumph so But alacke my hand is sworne Nere to plucke thee from thy throne Vow alacke for youth vnmeete Youth so apt to plucke a sweet Doe not call it sinne in me That I am forsworne for thee Thou for whom loue would sweare Iuno but an Aethiop were And denie himselfe for Ioue Turning mortall for thy Loue. This will I send and something else more plaine That shall expresse my true-loues fasting paine O would the King Berowne and Longauill Were Louers too ill
key With pompe with triumph and with reuelling Enter Egeus and his daughter Hermia Lysander and Demetrius Ege Happy be Theseus our renowned Duke The. Thanks good Egeus what 's the news with thee Ege Full of vexation come I with complaint Against my childe my daughter Hermia Stand forth Dometrius My Noble Lord This man hath my consent to marrie her Stand forth Lysander And my gracious Duke This man hath bewitch'd the bosome of my childe Thou thou Lysander thou hast giuen her rimes And interchang'd loue-tokens with my childe Thou hast by Moone-light at her window sung With faining voice verses of faining loue And stolne the impression of her fantasie With bracelets of thy haire rings gawdes conceits Knackes trifles Nose-gaies sweet meats messengers Of strong preuailment in vnhardned youth With cunning hast thou filch'd my daughters heart Turn'd her obedience which is due to me To stubborne harshnesse And my gracious Duke Be it so she will not heere before your Grace Consent to marrie with Demetrius I beg the ancient priuiledge of Athens As she is mine I may dispose of her Which shall be either to this Gentleman Or to her death according to our Law Immediately prouided in that case The. What say you Hermia be aduis'd faire Maide To you your Father should be as a God One that compos'd your beauties yea and one To whom you are but as a forme in waxe By him imprinted and within his power To leaue the figure or disfigure it Demetrius is a worthy Gentleman Her So is Lysander The. In himselfe he is But in this kinde wanting your fathers voyce The other must be held the worthier Her I would my father look'd but with my eyes The. Rather your eies must with his iudgment looke Her I do entreat your Grace to pardon me I know not by what power I am made bold Nor how it may concerne my modestie In such a presence heere to pleade my thoughts But I beseech your Grace that I may know The worst that may befall me in this case If I refuse to wed Demetrius The. Either to dye the death or to abiure For euer the society of men Therefore faire Hermia question your desires Know of your youth examine well your blood Whether if you yeeld not to your fathers choice You can endure the liuerie of a Nunne For aye to be in shady Cloister mew'd To liue a barren sister all your life Chanting faint hymnes to the cold fruitlesse Moone Thrice blessed they that master so their blood To vndergo such maiden pilgrimage But earthlier happie is the Rose distil'd Then that which withering on the virgin thorne Growes liues and dies in single blessednesse Her So will I grow so liue so die my Lord Ere I will yeeld my virgin Patent vp Vnto his Lordship whose vnwished yoake My soule consents not to giue soueraignty The. Take time to pause and by the next new Moon The sealing day betwixt my loue and me For euerlasting bond of fellowship Vpon that day either prepare to dye For disobedience to your fathers will Or else to wed Demetrius as hee would Or on Dianaes Altar to protest For aie austerity and single life Dem. Relent sweet Hermia and Lysander yeelde Thy crazed title to my certaine right Lys You haue her fathers loue Demetrius Let me haue Hermiaes do you marry him Egeus Scornfull Lysander true he hath my Loue And what is mine my loue shall render him And she is mine and all my right of her I do estate vnto Demetrius Lys I am my Lord as well deriu'd as he As well possest my loue is more then his My fortunes euery way as fairely ranck'd If not with vantage as Demetrius And which is more then all these boasts can be I am belou'd of beauteous Hermia Why should not I then prosecute my right Demetrius I le auouch it to his head Made loue to Nedars daughter Helena And won her soule and she sweet Ladie dotes Deuoutly dotes dotes in Idolatry Vpon this spotted and inconstant man The. I must confesse that I haue heard so much And with Demetrius thought to haue spoke thereof But being ouer-full of selfe-affaires My minde did lose it But Demetrius come And come Egeus you shall go with me I haue some priuate schooling for you both For you faire Hermia looke you arme your selfe To fit your fancies to your Fathers will Or else the Law of Athens yeelds you vp Which by no meanes we may extenuate To death or to a vow of single life Come my Hippolita what cheare my loue Demetrius and Egeus go along I must imploy you in some businesse Against our nuptiall and conferre with you Of something neerely that concernes your selues Ege With dutie and desire we follow you Exeunt Manet Lysander and Hermia Lys How now my loue Why is your cheek so pale How chance the Roses there do fade so fast Her Belike for want of raine which I could well Beteeme them from the tempest of mine eyes Lys For ought that euer I could reade Could euer heare by tale or historie The course of true loue neuer did run smooth But either it was different in blood Her O crosse too high to be enthral'd to loue Lys Or else misgraffed in respect of yeares Her O spight too old to be ingag'd to yong Lys Or else it stood vpon the choise of merit Her O hell to choose loue by anothers eie Lys Or if there were a simpathie in choise Warre death or sicknesse did lay siege to it Making it momentarie as a sound Swift as a shadow short as any dreame Briefe as the lightning in the collied night That in a spleene vnfolds both heauen and earth And ere a man hath power to say behold The iawes of darknesse do deuoure it vp So quicke bright things come to confusion Her If then true Louers haue beene euer crost It stands as an edict in destinie Then let vs teach our triall patience Because it is a customarie crosse As due to loue as thoughts and dreames and sighes Wishes and teares poore Fancies followers Lys A good perswasion therefore heare me Hermia I haue a Widdow Aunt a dowager Of great reuennew and she hath â—o childe From Athens is her house remouâ— seuen leagues And she respects me as her onely sonne There gentle Hermia may I marrie thee And to that place the sharpe Athenian Law Cannot pursue vs. If thou lou'st me then Steale forth thy fathers house to morrow night And in the wood a league without the towne Where I did meete thee once with Helena To do obseruance for a morne of May There will I stay for thee Her My good Lysander I sweare to thee by Cupids strongest bow By his best arrow with the golden head By the simplicitie of Venus Doues By that which knitteth soules and prospers loue And by that fire which burn'd the Carthage Queene When the false Troyan vnder saile was seene By all the vowes that euer men haue broke In number more
am not now a Gentleman borne Aut. I know you are now Sir a Gentleman borne Clow. I and haue been so any time these foure houres Shep. And so haue I Boy Clow. So you haue but I was a Gentleman borne before my Father for the Kings Sonne tooke me by the hand and call'd mee Brother and then the two Kings call'd my Father Brother and then the Prince my Brother and the Princesse my Sister call'd mv Father Father and so wee wept and there was the first Gentleman-like teares that euer we shed Shep. We may liue Sonne to shed many more Clow. I or else 't were hard luck being in so pâ—eposterous estate as we are Aut. I humbly beseech you Sir to pardon me all the faults I haue committed to your Worship and to giue me your good report to the Prince my Master Shep. 'Prethee Sonne doe for we must be gentle now we are Gentlemen Clow. Thou wilt amend thy life Ant. I and it like your good Worship Clow. Giue me thy hand I will sweare to the Prince thou art as honest a true Fellow as any is in Bohemia Shep. You may say it but not sweare it Clow. Not sweare it now I am a Gentleman Let Boores and Francklins say it I le sweare it Shep. How if it be false Sonne Clow. If it be ne're so false a true Gentleman may sweare it in the behalfe of his Friend And I le sweare to the Prince thou art a tall Fellow of thy hands and that thou wilt not be drunke but I know thou art no tall Fellow of thy hands and that thou wilt be drunke but I le sweare it and I would thou would'st be a tall Fellow of thy hands Aut. I will proue so Sir to my power Clow. I by any meanes proue a tall Fellow if I do not wonder how thou dar'st venture to be drunke not being a tall Fellow trust me not Harke the Kings and the Princes our Kindred are going to see the Queenes Picture Come follow vs wee 'le be thy good Masters Exeunt Scaena Tertia Enter Leontes Polixenes Florizell Perdita Camillo Paulina Hermione like a Statue Lords c. Leo. O graue and good Paulina the great comfort That I haue had of thee Paul What Soueraigne Sir I did not well I meant well all my Seruices You haue pay'd home But that you haue vouchsaf'd With your Crown'd Brother and these your contracted Heires of your Kingdomes my poore House to visit It is a surplus of your Grace which neuer My life may last to answere Leo. O Paulina We honor you with trouble but we came To see the Statue of our Queene Your Gallerie Haue we pass'd through not without much content In many singularities but we saw not That which my Daughter came to looke vpon The Statue of her Mother Paul As she liu'd peerelesse So her dead likenesse I doe well beleeue Excells what euer yet you look'd vpon Or hand of Man hath done therefore I keepe it Louely apart But here it is prepare To see the Life as liuely mock'd as euer Still Sleepe mock'd Death behold and say 't is well I like your silence it the more shewes-off Your wonder but yet speake first you my Liege Comes it not something neere Leo. Her naturall Posture Chide me deare Stone that I may say indeed Thou art Hermione or rather thou art she In thy not chiding for she was as tender As Infancie and Grace But yet Paulina Hermione was not so much wrinckled nothing So aged as this seemes Pol. Oh not by much Paul So much the more our Caruers excellence Which lets goe-by some sixteene yeeres and makes her As she liu'd now Leo. As now she might haue done So much to my good comfort as it is Now piercing to my Soule Oh thus she stood Euen with such Life of Maiestie warme Life As now it coldly stands when first I woo'd her I am asham'd Do's not the Stone rebuke me For being more Stone then it Oh Royall Peece There 's Magick in thy Maiestie which ha's My Euils coniur'd to remembrance and From thy admiring Daughter tooke the Spirits Standing like Stone with thee Perd. And giue me leaue And doe not say 't is Superstition that I kneele and then implore her Blessing Lady Deere Queene that ended when I but began Giue me that hand of yours to kisse Paul O patience The Statue is but newly fix'd the Colour 's Not dry Cam. My Lord your Sorrow was too sore lay'd-on Which sixteene Winters cannot blow away So many Summers dry scarce any Ioy Did euer so long liue no Sorrow But kill'd it selfe much sooner Pol. Deere my Brother Let him that was the cause of this haue powre To take-off so much griefe from you as he Will peece vp in himselfe Paul Indeed my Lord If I had thought the sight of my poore Image Would thus haue wrought you for the Stone is mine I l'd not haue shew'd it Leo. Doe not draw the Curtaine Paul No longer shall you gaze on 't least your Fancie May thinke anon it moues Leo. Let be let be Would I were dead but that me thinkes alreadie What was he that did make it See my Lord Would you not deeme it breath'd and that those veines Did verily beare blood Pol. ' Masterly done The very Life seemes warme vpon her Lippe Leo. The fixure of her Eye ha's motion in 't As we are mock'd with Art Paul I le draw the Curtaine My Lord 's almost so farre transported that Hee 'le thinke anon it liues Leo. Oh sweet Paulina Make me to thinke so twentie yeeres together No setled Sences of the World can match The pleasure of that madnesse Let 't alone Paul I am sorry Sir I haue thus farre stir'd you but I could afflict you farther Leo. Doe Paulina For this Affliction ha's a taste as sweet As any Cordiall comfort Still me thinkes There is an ayre comes from her What fine Chizzell Could euer yet cut breath Let no man mock me For I will kisse her Paul Good my Lord forbeare The ruddinesse vpon her Lippe is wet You 'le marre it if you kisse it stayne your owne With Oyly Painting shall I draw the Curtaine Leo. No not these twentie yeeres Perd. So long could I Stand-by a looker-on Paul Either forbeare Quit presently the Chappell or resolue you For more amazement if you can behold it I le make the Statue moue indeed descend And take you by the hand but then you 'le thinke Which I protest against I am assisted By wicked Powers Leo. What you can make her doe I am content to looke on what to speake I am content to heare for 't is as easie To make her speake as moue Paul It is requir'd You doe awake your Faith then all stand still On those that thinke it is vnlawfull Businesse I am about let them depart Leo. Proceed No foot shall stirre Paul Musick awake her Strike 'T is time descend be Stone no more approach Strike all that looke
did beget vs both And were our father and this sonne like him O old sir Robert Father on my knee I giue heauen thankes I was not like to thee K. Iohn Why what a mad-cap hath heauen lent vs here Elen. He hath a tricke of Cordelions face The accent of his tongue affecteth him Doe you not read some tokens of my sonne In the large composition of this man K. Iohn Mine eye hath well examined his parts And findes them perfect Richard sirra speake What doth moue you to claime your brotherâ— lâ—d Philip. Because he hath a half 〈◊〉 like my 〈◊〉 With halfe that face would he haue all my â—and A halfe-fac'd groaâ— fiue hundred pound a yeere Rob. My gracious Liege when that my father liu'd Your brother did imploy my father much Phil. Well sir by this you cannot get my land Your tale must be how he employ'd my mother Rob. And once dispatch'd him in an Embassie To Germany there with the Emperor To treat of high affaires touching that time Th' aduantage of his absence tooke the King And in the meane time soiourn'd at my fathers Where how he did preuaile I shame to speake But truth is truth large lengths of seas and shores Betweene my father and my mother lay As I haue heard my father speake himselfe When this same lusty gentleman was got Vpon his death-bed he by will bequeath'd His lands to me and tooke it on his death That this my mothers sonne was none of his And if he were he came into the world Full fourteene weekes before the course of time Then good my Liedge let me haue what is mine My fathers land as was my fathers will K. Iohn Sirra your brother is Legittimate Your fathers wife did after wedlocke beare him And if she did play false the fault was hers Which fault lyes on the hazards of all husbands That marry wiues tell me how if my brother Who as you say tooke paines to get this sonne Had of your father claim'd this sonne for his Insooth good friend your father might haue kept This Calfe bred from his Cow from all the world Insooth he might then if he were my brothers My brother might not claime him nor your father Being none of his refuse him this concludes My mothers sonne did get your fathers heyre Your fathers heyre must haue your fathers land Rob. Shal then my fathers Will be of no force To dispossesse that childe which is not his Phil. Of no more force to dispossesse me sir Then was his will to get me as I think Eli. Whether hadst thou rather be a Faulconbridge And like thy brother to enioy thy land Or the reputed sonne of Cordelion Lord of thy presence and no land beside Bast Madam and if my brother had my shape And I had his sir Roberts his like him And if my legs were two such riding rods My armes such eele skins stuft my face so thin That in mine eare I duâ—st not sticke a rose Lest men should say looke where three farthings goes And to his shape were heyre to all this land Would I might neuer stirre from off this place I would giue it euery foot to haue this face It would not be sir nobbe in any case Elinor I like thee well wilt thou forsake thy fortune Bequeath thy land to him and follow me I am a Souldier and now bound to France Bast Brother take you my land I le take my chance Your face hath got fiue hundred pound a yâ—ere Yet sell your face for fiue pence and 't is deere Madam I le follow you vnto the death Elinor Nay I would haue you go before me thither Bast Our Country manners giue our betters way K. Iohn What iâ— thy name Bast Philip â—y Liege so is my name begun Philip good old Sir Roberts wiues eldest sonne K. Iohn From henceforth beare his name Whose for me thou bearest Kneele thou downe Philip but rise more great Arise Sir Richard and Plantagenet Bast Brother by th' mothers side giue me your hand My father gaue me honor yours gaue land Now blessed be the houre by night or day When I was got Sir Robert was away Ele. The very spirit of Plantaginet I am thy grandame Richard call me so Bast Madam by chance but not by truth what tho Something about a little from the right In at the window or else ore the hatch Who dares not stirre by day must walke by night And haue is haue how euer men doe catch Neere or farre off well wonne is still well shot And I am I how ere I was begot K. Iohn Goe Faulconbridge now hast thou thy desire A landlesse Knight makes thee a landed Squire Come Madam and come Richard we must speed For France for France for it is more then need Bast Brother adieu good fortune come to thee For thou wast got i' th way of honesty Exeunt all but bastard Bast A foot of Honor better then I was But many a many foot of Land the worse Well now can I make any Ioane a Lady Good den Sir Richard God a mercy fellow And if his name be George I le call him Peter For new made honor doth forget mens names 'T is two respectiue and too sociable For your conuersion now your traueller Hee and his tooth-picke at my worships messe And when my knightly stomacke is suffis'd Why then I sucke my teeth and catechize My picked man of Countries my deare sir Thus leaning on mine elbow I begin I shall beseech you that is question now And then comes answer like an Absey booke O sir sayes answer at your best command At your employment at your seruice sir No sir saies question I sweet sir at yours And so ere answer knowes what question would Sauing in Dialogue of Complement And talking of the Alpes and Appenines The Perennean and the riuer Poe It drawes toward fupper in conclusion so But this is worshipfull society And fits the mounting spirit like my selfe For he is but a bastard to the time That doth not smoake of obseruation And so am I whether I smacke or no And not alone in habit and deuice Exterior forme outward accoutrement But from the inward motion to deliuer Sweet sweet sweet poyson for the ages tooth Which though I will not practice to deceiue Yet to auoid deceit I meane to learne For it shall strew the footsteps of my rising But who comes in such haste in riding robes What woman post is this hath she no husband That will take paines to blow a horne before her O me 't is my mother how now good Lady What brings you heere to Court so hastily Enter Lady Faulconbridge and Iames Gurney Lady Where is that slaue thy brother where is he That holds in chase mine honour vp and downe Bast My brother Robert old Sir Roberts sonne Colbrand the Gyant that same mighty man Is it Sir Roberts sonne that you seeke so Lady Sir Roberts sonne I thou vnreuerend boy Sir Roberts sonne why scorn'st
pilgrimage Thy word is currant with him for my death But dead thy kingdome cannot buy my breath Ric. Thy sonne is banish'd vpon good aduice Whereto thy tongue a party-verdict gaue Why at our Iustice seem'st thou then to lowre Gau. Things sweet to tast proue in digestion sowre You vrg'd me as a Iudge but I had rather you would haue bid me argue like a Father Alas I look'd when some of you should say I was too strict to make mine owne away But you gaue leaue to my vnwilling tong Against my will to do my selfe this wrong Rich. Cosine farewell and Vncle bid him so Six yeares we banish him and he shall go Exit Flourish Au. Cosine farewell what presence must not know From where you do remaine let paper show Mar. My Lord no leaue take I for I will ride As farre as land will let me by your side Gaunt Oh to what purpose dost thou hord thy words That thou teturnst no greeting to thy friends Bull. I haue too few to take my leaue of you When the tongues office should be prodigall To breath th' abundant dolour of the heart Gau. Thy greefe is but thy absence for a time Bull. Ioy absent greefe is present for that time Gau. What is sixe Winters they are quickely gone Bul. To men in ioy but greefe makes one houre ten Gau. Call it a trauell that thou tak'st for pleasure Bul. My heart will sigh when I miscall it so Which findes it an inforced Pilgrimage Gau. The sullen passage of thy weary steppes Esteeme a soyle wherein thou art to set The precious Iewell of thy home returne Bul. Oh who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frostie Caucasus Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite by bare imagination of a Feast Or Wallow naked in December snow by thinking on fantasticke summers heate Oh no the apprehension of the good Giues but the greater feeling to the worse Fell sorrowes tooth doth euer ranckle more Then when it bites but lanceth not the sore Gau. Come come my son I le bring thee on thy way Had I thy youth and cause I would not stay Bul. Then Englands ground farewell sweet soil adieu My Mother and my Nurse which beares me yet Where ere I wander boast of this I can Though banish'd yet a true-borne Englishman Scoena Quarta Enter King Aumerle Greene and Bagot Rich. We did obserue Cosine Aumerle How far brought you high Herford on his way Aum. I brought high Herford if you call him so but to the next high way and there I left him Rich. And say what store of parting tears were shed Aum. Faith none for me except the Northeast wind Which then grew bitterly against our face Awak'd the sleepie rhew me and so by chance Did grace our hollow parting with a teare Rich. What said our Cosin when you parted with him Au. Farewell and for my hart disdained y t my tongue Should so prophane the word that taught me craft To counterfeit oppression of such greefe That word seem'd buried in my sorrowes graue Marry would the word Farwell haue lengthen'd houres And added yeeres to his short banishment He should haue had a volume of Farwels but since it would not he had none of me Rich. He is our Cosin Cosin but 't is doubt When time shall call him home from banishment Whether our kinsman come to see his friends Our selfe and Bushy heere Bagot and Greene Obseru'd his Courtship to the common people How he did seeme to diue into their hearts With humble and familiat courtesie What reuerence he did throw away on slaues Wooing poore Craftes-men with the craft of soules And patient vnder-bearing of his Fortune As 't were to banish their affects with him Off goes his bonnet to an Oyster-wench A brace of Dray-men bid God speed him well And had the tribute of his supple knee With thankes my Countrimen my louing friends As were our England in reuersion his And he our subiects next degree in hope Gr. Well he is gone with him go these thoughts Now for the Rebels which stand out in Ireland Expedient manage must be made my Liege Ere further leysure yeeld them further meanes For their aduantage and your Highnesse losse Ric. We will our selfe in person to this warre And for our Coffers with too great a Court And liberall Largesse are growne somewhat light We are inforc'd to farme our royall Realme The Reuennew whereof shall furnish vs For our affayres in hand if that come short Our Substitutes at home shall haue Blanke-charters Whereto when they shall know what men are rich They shall subscribe them for large summes of Gold And send them after to supply our wants For we will make for Ireland presently Enter Bushy Bushy what newes Bu. Old Iohn of Gaunt is verie sicke my Lord Sodainly taken and hath sent post haste To entreat your Maiesty to visit him Ric. Where lyes he Bu. At Ely house Ric. Now put it heauen in his Physitians minde To helpe him to his graue immediately The lining of his coffers shall make Coates To decke our souldiers for these Irish warres Come Gentlemen let 's all go visit him Pray heauen we may make hast and come too late Exit Actus Secundus Scena Prima Enter Gaunt sicke with Yorke Gau. Will the King come that I may breath my last In wholsome counsell to his vnstaid youth Yor. Vex not your selfe nor striue not with your breth For all in vaine comes counsell to his eare Gau. Oh but they say the tongues of dying men Inforce attention like deepe harmony Where words are scarse they are seldome spent in vaine For they breath truth that breath their words in paine He that no more must say is listen'd more Then they whom youth and ease haue taught to glose More are mens ends markt then their liues before The setting Sun and Musicke is the close As the last taste of sweetes is sweetest last Writ in remembrance more then things long past Though Richard my liues counsell would not heare My deaths sad tale may yet vndeafe his eare Yor. No it is stopt with other flatt'ring sounds As praises of his state then there are sound Lascâ—ious Meeters to whose venom sound The open eare of youth doth alwayes listen Report of fashions in proud Italy Whose manners still our tardie apish Nation Limpes after in base imitation Where doth the world thrust forth a vanity So it be new there 's no respect how vile That is not quickly buz'd into his eares That all too late comes counsell to be heard Where will doth mutiny with wits regard Direct not him whose way himselfe will choose T is breath thou lackst and that breath wilt thou loose Gaunt Me thinkes I am a Prophet new inspir'd And thus expiring do foretell of him His rash fierce blaze of Ryot cannot last For violent fires soone burne out themselues Small showres last long but sodaine stormes are short He tyres betimes that spurs too
something hath the nothing that I greeue 'T is in reuersion that I do possesse But what it is that is not yet knowne what I cannot name 't is namelesse woe I wot Enter Greene. Gree. Heauen saue your Maiesty and wel met Gentlemen I hope the King is not yet shipt for Ireland Qu. Why hop'st thou so T is better hope he is For his designes craue hast his hast good hope Then wherefore dost thou hope he is not shipt Gre. That he our hope might haue retyr'd his power and driuen into dispaire an enemies hope Who strongly hath set footing in this Land The banish'd Bullingbrooke repeales himselfe And with vp-lifted Armes is safe arriu'd At Rauenspurg Qu. Now God in heauen forbid Gr. O Madam 't is too true and that is worse The L. Northumberland his yong sonne Henrie Percie The Lords of Rosse Beaumond and Willoughby With all their powrefull friends are fled to him Bush Why haue you not proclaim'd Northumberland And the rest of the reuolted faction Traitors Gre. We haue where upon the Earle of Worcester Hath broke his staffe resign'd his Stewardship And al the houshold seruant fled with him to Bullinbrook Qu. So Greene thou art the midwife of my woe And Bullinbrooke my sorrowes dismall heyre Now hath my soule brought forth her prodegie And I a gasping new deliuered mother Haue woe to woe sorrow to sorrow ioyn'd Bush Dispaire not Madam Qu. Who shall hinder me I will dispaire and be at enmitie With couzening hope he is a Flatterer A Parasite a keeper backe of death Who gently would dissolue the bands of life Which false hopes linger in extremity Enter Yorke Gre. Heere comes the Duke of Yorke Qu. With signes of warre about his aged necke Oh full of carefull businesse are his lookes Vncle for heauens sake speake comfortable words Yor. Comfort 's in heauen and we are on the earth Where nothing liues but crosses care and greefe Your husband he is gone to saile farre off Whilst others come to make him loose at home Heere am I left to vnder-prop his Land Who weake with age cannot support my selfe Now comes the sicke houre that his surfet made Now shall he try his friends that flattered him Enter a seruant Ser. My Lord your sonne was gone before I came Yor. He was why so go all which way it will The Nobles they are fled the Commons they are cold And will I feare reuolt on Herfords side Sirra get thee to Plathie to my sister Gloster Bid her send me presently a thousand pound Hold take my Ring Ser. My Lord I had forgot To tell your Lordship to day I came by and call'd there But â— shall greeue you to report the rest Yor. What is' t knaue Ser. An houre before I came the Dutchesse di'de Yor. Heau'n for his mercy what a tide of woes Come rushing on this wofull Land at once I know not what to do I would to heauen So my vntruth had not prouok'd him to it The King had cut off my head with my brothers What are there postes dispatcht for Ireland How shall we do for money for these warres Come sister Cozen I would say pray pardon me Go fellow get thee home poouide some Carts And bring away the Armour that is there Gentlemen will you muster men If I know how or which way to order these affaires Thus disorderly thrust into my hands Neuer beleeue me Both are my kinsmen Th' one is my Soueraigne whom both my oath And dutie bids defend th' other againe Is my kinsman whom the King hath wrong'd Whom conscience and my kindred bids to right Well somewhat we must do Come Cozen I le dispose of you Gentlemen go muster vp your men And meet me presently at Barkley Castle I should to Plashy too but time will not permit All is vneuen and euery thing is left at six and seuen Exit Bush The winde sits faire for newes to go to Ireland But none returnes For vs to leuy power Proportionable to th' enemy is all impossible Gr. Besides our neerenesse to the King in loue Is neere the hate of those loue not the King Ba And that 's the wauering Commons for their loue Lies in their purses and who so empties them By so much fils their hearts with deadly hate Bush Wherein the king stands generally condemn'd Bag. If iudgement lye in them then so do we Because we haue beene euer neere the King Gr. Well I will for refuge straight to Bristoll Castle The Earle of Wiltshire is alreadie there Bush Thither will I with you for little office Will the hatefull Commons performe for vs Except like Curres to teare vs all in peeces Will you go along with vs Bag. No I will to Ireland to his Maiestie Farewell if hearts presages be not vaine We three here part that neu'r shall meete againe Bu. That 's as Yorke thriues to beate back Bullinbroke Gr. Alas poore Duke the taske he vndertakes Iâ— numbring sands and drinking Oceans drie Where one on his side sights thousands will flye Bush Farewell at once for once for all and euer Well we may meete againe Bag. I feare me neuer Exit Scaena Tertia Enter the Duke of Hereford and Northumberland Bul. How farre is it my Lord to Berkley now Nor. Beleeue me noble Lord I am a stranger heere in Gloustershire These high wilde hâ—lles and rough vneeuen waies Drawes out our miles and makes them wearisome And yet our faire discourse hath beene as sugar Making the hard way sweet and delectable But â— bethinke me what a wearie way From Rauenspurgh to Cottshold will be found In Rosse and Willoughby wanting your companie Which I protest hath very much beguild The tediousnesse and processe of my trauell But theirs is sweetned with the hope to haue The present benefit that I possesse And hope to ioy is little lesse in ioy Then hope enioy'd By this the wearie Lords Shall make their way seeme short as mâ—ne hath done By sight of what I haue your Noble Companie Bull. Of much lesse value is my Companie Then your good words but who comes here Enter H. Percie North. It is my Sonne young Harry Percie Sent from my Brother Worcester Whence soeuer Harry how fares your Vnckle Percie I had thought my Lord to haue learn'd his health of you North. Why is he not with the Queene Percie No my good Lord he hath forsook the Court Broken his Staffe of Office and disperst The Household of the King North. What was his reason He was not so resolu'd when we last spake together Percie Because your Lordship was proclaimed Traitor But hee my Lord is gone to Rauenspurgh To offer seruice to the Duke of Hereford And sent me ouer by Barkely to discouer What power the Duke of Yorke had leuied there Then with direction to repaire to Rauenspurgh North. Haue you forgot the Duke of Hereford Boy Percie No my good Lord for that is not forgot Which ne're I did remember to my knowledge I neuer
As that vngentle gull the Cuckowes Bird Vseth the Sparrow did oppresse our Nest Grew by our Feeding to so great a bulke That euen our Loue durst not come neere your sight For feare of swallowing But with nimble wing We were inforc'd for safety sake to flye Out of your sight and raise this present Head Whereby we stand opposed by such meanes As you your selfe haue forg'd against your selfe By vnkinde vsage dangerous countenance And violation of all faith and troth Sworne to vs in yonger enterprize Kin. These things indeede you haue articulated Proclaim'd at Market Crosses read in Churches To face the Garment of Rebellion With some fine colour that may please the eye Of fickle Changelings and poore Discontents Which gape and rub the Elbow at the newes Of hurly burly Innouation And neuer yet did Insurrection want Such water-colours to impaint his cause Nor moody Beggars staruing for a time Of pell-mell hauocke and confusion Prin. In both our Armies there is many a soule Shall pay full dearely for this encounter If once they ioyne in triall Tell your Nephew The Prince of Wales doth ioyne with all the world In praise of Henry Percie By my Hopes This present enterprize set off his head I do not thinke a brauer Gentleman More actiue valiant or more valiant yong More daring or more bold is now aliue To grace this latter Age with Noble deeds For my part I may speake it to my shame I haue a Truant beene to Chiualry And so I heare he doth account me too Yet this before my Fathers Maiesty I am content that he shall take the oddes Of his great name and estimation And will to saue the blood on either side Try fortune with him in a Single Fight King And Prince of Wales so dare we venter thee Albeit considerations infinite Do make against it No good Worster no We loue our people well euen those we loue That are â—sled vpon your Cousins part And will they take the offer of our Grace Both he and they and you yea euery man Shall be my Friend againe and I le be his So tell your Cousin and bring me word What he will do But if he will not yeeld Rebuke and dread correction waite on vs And they shall do their Office So bee gone We will not now be troubled with reply We offer faire take it aduisedly Exit Worcester Prin. It will not be accepted on my life The Dowglas and the Hotspurre both together Are confident against the world in Armes King Hence therefore euery Leader to his charge For on their answer will we set on them And God befriend vs as our cause is iust Exeunt Manet Prince and Falstaffe Fal. Hal if thou see me downe in the battell And bestride me so 't is a point of friendship Prin. Nothing but a Colossus can do thee that frendship Say thy prayers and farewell Fal. I would it were bed time Hal and all well Prin. Why thou ow'st heauen a death Falst 'T is not due yet I would bee loath to pay him before his day What neede I bee so forward with him that call's not on me Well 't is no matter Honor prickes me on But how if Honour pricke me off when I come on How then Can Honour set too a legge No or an arme No Or take away the greefe of a wound No. Honour hath no skill in Surgerie then No. What is Honour A word What is that word Honour Ayre A trim reckoning Who hath it He that dy'de a Wednesday Doth he feele it No. Doth hee heare it No. Is it insensible then yea to the dead But wil it not liue with the liuing No. Why Detraction wil not suffer it therfore I le none of it Honour is a meere Scutcheon and so ends my Catechisme Exit Scena Secunda Enter Worcester and Sir Richard Vernon Wor. O no my Nephew must not know Sir Richard The liberall kinde offer of the King Ver. 'T were best he did Wor. Then we are all vndone It is not possible it cannot be The King would keepe his word in louing vs He will suspect vs still and finde a time To punish this offence in others faults Supposition all our liues shall be stucke full of eyes For Treason is but trusted like the Foxe Who ne're so tame so cherisht and lock'd vp Will haue a wilde tricke of his Ancestors Looke how he can or sad or merrily Interpretation will misquote our lookes And we shall feede like Oxen at a stall The better cherisht still the nearer death My Nephewes trespasse may be well forgot It hath the excuse of youth and heate of blood And an adopted name of Priuiledge A haire-brain'd Hotspurre gouern'd by a Spleene All his offences liue vpon my head And on his Fathers We did traine him on And his corruption being tane from vs We as the Spring of all shall pay for all Therefore good Cousin let not Harry know In any case the offer of the King Ver. Deliuer what you will I le say 't is so Heere comes your Cosin Enter Hotspurre Hot. My Vnkle is return'd Deliuer vp my Lord of Westmerland Vnkle what newe Wor. The King will bid you battell presently Dow. Defie him by the Lord of Westmerland Hot. Lord Dowglas Go you and tell him so Dow. Marry and shall and verie willingly Exit Dowglas Wor. There is no seeming mercy in the King Hot. Did you begge any God forbid Wor. I told him gently of our greeuances Of his Oath-breaking which he mended thus By now forswearing that he is forsworne He cals vs Rebels Traitors and will scourge With haughty armes this hatefull name in vs. Enter Dowglas Dow. Arme Gentlemen to Armes for I haue thrown A braue defiance in King Henries teeth And Westmerland that was ingag'd did beare it Which cannot choose but bring him quickly on Wor. The Prince of Wales stept forth before the king And Nephew challeng'd you to single fight Hot. O would the quarrell lay vpon our heads And that no man might draw short breath to day But I and Harry Monmouth Tell me tell mee How shew'd his Talking Seem'd it in contempt Ver. No by my Soule I neuer in my life Did heare a Challenge vrg'd more modestly Vnlesse a Brother should a Brother dare To gentle exercise and proofe of Armes He gaue you all the Duties of a Man Trimm'd vp your praises with a Princely tongue Spoke your deseruings like a Chronicle Making you euer better then his praise By still dispraising praise valew'd with you And which became him like a Prince indeed He made a blushing citall of himselfe And chid his Trewant youth with such a Grace As if he mastred there a double spirit Of teaching and of learning instantly There did he pause But let me tell the World If he out-liue the enuie of this day England did neuer owe so sweet a hope So much misconstrued in his Wantonnesse Hot. Cousin I thinke thou art enamored On his Follies neuer did I
as sure as English Henry liues And as his Father here was Conqueror As sure as in this late betrayed Towne Great Cordelions Heart was buryed So sure I sweare to get the Towne or dye Burg. My Vowes are equall partners with thy Vowes Talb. But ere we goe regard this dying Prince The valiant Duke of Bedford Come my Lord We will bestow you in some better place Fitter for sicknesse and for crasie age Bedf. Lord Talbot doe not so dishonour me Here will I sit before the Walls of Roan And will be partner of your weale or woe Burg. Couragious Bedford let vs now perswade you Bedf. Not to be gone from hence for once I read That stout Pendragon in his Litter sick Came to the field and vanquished his foes Me thinkes I should reuiue the Souldiors hearts Because I euer found them as my selfe Talb. Vndaunted spirit in a dying breast Then be it so Heauens keepe old Bedford safe And now no more adoe braue Burgonie But gather we our Forces out of hand And set vpon our boasting Enemie Exit An Alarum Excursions Enter Sir Iohn Falstaffe and a Captaine Capt. Whither away Sir Iohn Falstaffe in such haste Falst Whither away to saue my selfe by flight We are like to haue the ouerthrow againe Capt. What will you flye and leaue Lord Talbot Falst I all the Talbots in the World to saue my life Exit Capt. Cowardly Knight ill fortune follow thee Exit Retreat Excursions Pucell Alanson and Charles flye Bedf. Now quiet Soule depart when Heauen please For I haue seene our Enemies ouerthrow What is the trust or strength of foolish man They that of late were daring with their scoffes Are glad and faine by flight to saue themselues Bedford dyes and is carryed in by two in his Chaire An Alarum Enter Talbot Burgonie and the rest Talb. Lost and recouered in a day againe This is a double Honor Burgonie Yet Heauens haue glory for this Victorie Burg. Warlike and Martiall Talbot Burgonie Inshrines thee in his heart and there erects Thy noble Deeds as Valors Monuments Talb. Thanks gentle Duke but where is Pucel now I thinke her old Familiar is asleepe Now where 's the Bastards braues and Charles his glikes What all amort Roan hangs her head for griefe That such a valiant Company are fled Now will we take some order in the Towne Placing therein some expert Officers And then depart to Paris to the King For there young Henry with his Nobles lye Burg. What wills Lord Talbot pleaseth Burgonie Talb. But yet before we goe let 's not forget The Noble Duke of Bedford late deceas'd But see his Exequies fulfill'd in Roan A brauer Souldier neuer couched Launce A gentler Heart did neuer sway in Court But Kings and mightiest Potentates must die For that 's the end of humane miserie Exeunt Scaena Tertia Enter Charles Bastard Alanson Pucell Pucell Dismay not Princes at this accident Nor grieue that Roan is so recouered Care is no cure but rather corrosiue For things that are not to be remedy'd Let frantike Talbot triumph for a while And like a Peacock sweepe along his tayle Wee 'le pull his Plumes and take away his Trayne If Dolphin and the rest will be but rul'd Charles We haue been guided by thee hitherto And of thy Cunning had no diffidence One sudden Foyle shall neuer breed distrust Bastard Search out thy wit for secret pollicies And we will make thee famous through the World Alans Wee 'le set thy Statue in some holy place And haue thee reuerenc't like a blessed Saint Employ thee then sweet Virgin for our good Pucell Then thus it must be this doth Ioane deuise By faire perswasions mixt with sugred words We will entice the Duke of Burgonie To leaue the Talbot and to follow vs. Charles I marry Sweeting if we could doe that France were no place for Henryes Warriors Nor should that Nation boast it so with vs But be extirped from our Prouinces Alans For euer should they be expuls'd from France And not haue Title of an Earledome here Pucell Your Honors shall perceiue how I will worke To bring this matter to the wished end Drumme sounds a farre off Hearke by the sound of Drumme you may perceiue Their Powers are marching vnto Paris-ward Here sound an English March. There goes the Talbot with his Colours spred And all the Troupes of English after him French March. Now in the Rereward comes the Duke and his Fortune in fauor makes him lagge behinde Summon a Parley we will talke with him Trumpets sound a Parley Charles A Parley with the Duke of Burgonie Burg. Who craues a Parley with the Burgonie Pucell The Princely Charles of France thy Countrey-man Burg. What say'st thou Charles for I am marching hence Charles Speake Pucell and enchaunt him with thy words Pucell Braue Burgonie vndoubted hope of France Stay let thy humble Hand-maid speake to thee Burg. Speake on but be not ouer-tedious Pucell Looke on thy Country look on fertile France And see the Cities and the Townes defac't By wasting Ruine of the cruell Foe As lookes the Mother on her lowly Babe When Death doth close his tender-dying Eyes See see the pining Maladie of France Behold the Wounds the most vnnaturall Wounds Which thou thy selfe hast giuen her wofull Brest Oh turne thy edged Sword another way Strike those that hurt and hurt not those that helpe One drop of Blood drawne from thy Countries Bosome Should grieue thee more then streames of forraine gore Returne thee therefore with a floud of Teares And wash away thy Countries stayned Spots Burg. Either she hath bewitcht me with her words Or Nature makes me suddenly relent Pucell Besides all French and France exclaimes on thee Doubting thy Birth and lawfull Progenie Who ioyn'st thou with but with a Lordly Nation That will not trust thee but for profits sake When Talbot hath set footing once in France And fashion'd thee that Instrument of Ill Who then but English Henry will be Lord And thou be thrust out like a Fugitiue Call we to minde and marke but this for proofe Was not the Duke of Orleance thy Foe And was he not in England Prisoner But when they heard he was thine Enemie They set him free without his Ransome pay'd In spight of Burgonie and all his friends See then thou fight'st against thy Countreymen And ioyn'st with them will be thy slaughter-men Come come returne returne thou wandering Lord Charles and the rest will take thee in their armes Burg. I am vanquished These haughtie wordes of hers Haue batt'red me like roaring Cannon-shot And made me almost yeeld vpon my knees Forgiue me Countrey and sweet Countreymen And Lords accept this heartie kind embrace My Forces and my Power of Men are yours So farwell Talbot I le no longer trust thee Pucell Done like a Frenchman turne and turne againe Charles Welcome braue Duke thy friendship makes vs fresh Bastard And doth beget new Courage in our Breasts Alans Pucell hath brauely play'd
did beget her all the Parish knowes Her Mother liueth yet can testifie She was the first fruite of my Bach'ler-ship War Gracelesse wilt thou deny thy Parentage Yorke This argues what her kinde of life hath beene Wicked and vile and so her death concludes Shep. Fye Ione that thou wilt be so obstacle God knowes thou art a collop of my flesh And for thy sake haue I shed many a teare Deny me not I prythee gentle Ione Pucell Pezant auant You haue suborn'd this man Of purpose to obscure my Noble birth Shep. 'T is true I gaue a Noble to the Priest The morne that I was wedded to her mother Kneele downe and take my blessing good my Gyrle Wilt thou not stoope Now cursed be the time Of thy natiuitie I would the Milke Thy mother gaue thee when thou suck'st her brest Had bin a little Rats-bane for thy sake Or else when thou didst keepe my Lambes a-field I wish some rauenous Wolfe had eaten thee Doest thou deny thy Father cursed Drab O burne her burne her hanging is too good Exit Yorke Take her away for she hath liu'd too long To fill the world with vicious qualities Puc First let me tell you whom you haue condemn'd Not me begotten of a Shepheard Swaine But issued from the Progeny of Kings Vertuous and Holy chosen from aboue By inspiration of Celestiall Grace To worke exceeding myracles on earth I neuer had to do with wicked Spirits But you that are polluted with your lustes Stain'd with the guiltlesse blood of Innocents Corrupt and tainted with a thousand Vices Because you want the grace that others haue You iudge it straight a thing impossible To compasse Wonders but by helpe of diuels No misconceyued Ione of Aire hath beene A Virgin from her tender infancie Chaste and immaculate in very thought Whose Maiden-blood thus rigorously effus'd Will cry for Vengeance at the Gates of Heauen Yorke I I away with her to execution War And hearke ye sirs because she is a Maide Spare for no Faggots let there be enow Place barrelles of pitch vpon the fatall stake That so her torture may be shortned Puc Will nothing turne your vnrelenting hearts Then Ione discouet thine infirmity That wartanteth by Law to be thy priuiledge I am with childe ye bloody Homicides Murther not then the Fruite within my Wombe Although ye hale me to a violent death Yor. Now heauen forfend the holy Maid with child War The greatest miracle that ere ye wrought Is all your strict precisenesse come to this Yorke She and the Dolphin haue bin iugling I did imagine what would be her refuge War Well go too we 'll haue no Bastards liue Especially since Charles must Father it Puc You are deceyu'd my childe is none of his It was Alanson that inioy'd my loue Yorke Alanson that notorious Macheuile It dyes and if it had a thousand liues Puc Oh giue me leaue I haue deluded you 'T was neyther Charles nor yet the Duke I nam'd But Reignier King of Naples that preuayl'd War A married man that 's most intollerable Yor. Why here 's a Gyrle I think she knowes not wel There were so many whom she may accuse War It 's signe she hath beene liberall and free Yor. And yet forsooth she is a Virgin pure Strumpet thy words condemne thy Braâ— and thee Vse no intreaty for it is in vaine Pu. Then lead me hence with whom I leaue my curse May neuer glorious Sunne reflex his beames Vpon the Countrey where you make abode But darknesse and the gloomy shade of death Inuiron you till Mischeefe and Dispaire Driue you to break your necks or hang your selues Exit Enter Cardinall Yorke Breake thou in peeces and consume to ashes Thou fowle accursed minister of Hell Car. Lord Regent I do greete your Excellence With Letters of Commission from the King For know my Lords the States of Christendome Mou'd with remorse of these out-ragious broyles Haue earnestly implor'd a generall peace Betwixt our Nation and the aspyring French And heere at hand the Dolphin and his Traine Approacheth to conferre about some matter Yorke Is all our trauell turn'd to this effect After the slaughter of so many Peeres So many Captaines Gentlemen and Soldiers That in this quarrell haue beene ouerthrowne And sold their bodyes for their Countryes benefit Shall we at last conclude effeminate peace Haue we not lost most part of all the Townes By Treason Falshood and by Treacherie Our great Progenitors had conquered Oh Warwicke Warwicke I foresee with greefe The vtter losse of all the Realme of France War Be patient Yorke if we conclude a Peace It shall be with such strict and seuere Couenants As little shall the Frenchmen gaine thereby Enter Charles Alanson Bastard Reignier Char. Since Lords of England it is thus agreed That peacefull truce shall be proclaim'd in France We come to be informed by your selues What the conditions of that league must be Yorke Speake Winchester for boyling choller chokes The hollow passage of my poyson'd voyce By sight of these our balefull enemies Win. Charles and the rest it is enacted thus That in regard King Henry giues consent Of meere compassion and of lenity To ease your Countrie of distressefull Warre And suffer you to breath in fruitfull peace You shall become true Liegemen to his Crowne And Charles vpon condition thou wilt sweare To pay him tribute and submit thy selfe Thou shalt be plac'd as Viceroy vnder him And still enioy thy Regall dignity Alan Must he be then as shadow of himselfe Adorne his Temples with a Coronet And yet in substance and authority Retaine but priuiledge of a priuate man This proffer is absurd and reasonlesse Char. 'T is knowne already that I am possest With more then halfe the Gallian Territories And therein reuerenc'd for their lawfull King Shall I for lucre of the rest vn-vanquisht Detract so much from that prerogatiue As to be call'd but Viceroy of the whole No Lord Ambassador I le rather keepe That which I haue than coueting for more Be cast from possibility of all Yorke Insulting Charles hast thou by secret meanes Vs'd intercession to obtaine a league And now the matter growes to compremize Stand'st thou aloofe vpon Comparison Either accept the Title thou vsurp'st Of benefit proceeding from our King And not of any challenge of Desert Or we will plague thee with incessant Warres Reig. My Lord you do not well in obstinacy To cauill in the course of this Contract If once it be neglected ten to one We shall not finde like opportunity Alan To say the truth it is your policie To saue your Subiects from such massacre And ruthlesse slaughters as are dayly seene By our proceeding in Hostility And therefore take this compact of a Truce Although you breake it when your pleasure serues War How sayst thou Charles Shall our Condition stand Char. It Shall Onely reseru'd you claime no interest In any of our Townes of Garrison Yor. Then sweare Allegeance to his Maiesty
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
the Duke of Norfolke King Haue I a tongue to doome my Brothers death And shall that tongue giue pardon to a slaue My Brother kill'd no man his fault was Thought And yet his punishment was bitter death Who sued to me for him Who in my wrath Kneel'd and my feet and bid me be aduis'd Who spoke of Brother-hood who spoke of loue Who told me how the poore soule did forsake The mighty Warwicke and did fight for me Who told me in the field at Tewkesbury When Oxford had me downe he rescued me And said deare Brother liue and be a King Who told me when we both lay in the Field Frozen almost to death how he did lap me Euen in his Garments and did giue himselfe All thin and naked to the numbe cold night All this from my Remembrance brutish wrath Sinfully pluckt and not a man of you Had so much grace to put it in my minde But when your Carters or your wayting Vassalls Haue done a drunken Slaughter and defac'd The precious Image of our deere Redeemer You straight are on your knees for Pardon pardon And I vniustly too must grant it you But for my Brother not a man would speake Nor I vngracious speake vnto my selfe For him poore Soule The proudest of you all Haue bin beholding to him in his life Yet none of you would once begge for his life O God! I feare thy iustice will take hold On me and you and mine and yours for this Come Hastings helpe me to my Closset Ah poore Clarence Exeunt some with K. Queen Rich. This is the fruits of rashnes Markt you not How that the guilty Kindred of the Queene Look'd pale when they did heare of Clarence death O! they did vrge it still vnto the King God will reuenge it Come Lords will you go To comfort Edward with our company Buc. We wait vpon your Grace exeunt Scena Secunda Enter the old Dutchesse of Yorke with the two children of Clarence Edw. Good Grandam tell vs is our Father dead Dutch No Boy Daugh. Why do weepe so oft And beate your Brest And cry O Clarence my vnhappy Sonne Boy Why do you looke on vs and shake your head And call vs Orphans Wretches Castawayes If that our Noble Father were aliue Dut. My pretty Cosins you mistake me both I do lament the sicknesse of the King As loath to lose him not your Fathers death It were lost sorrow to waile one that 's lost Boy Then you conclude my Grandam he is dead The King mine Vnckle is too blame for it God will reuenge it whom I will importune With earnest prayers all to that effect Daugh. And so will I. Dut. Peace children peace the King doth loue you wel Incapeable and shallow Innocents You cannot guesse who caus'd your Fathers death Boy Grandam we can for my good Vnkle Gloster Told me the King prouok'd to it by the Queene Deuis'd impeachments to imprison him And when my Vnckle told me so he wept And pittied me and kindly kist my cheeke Bad me rely on him as on my Father And he would loue me deerely as a childe Dut. Ah! that Deceit should steale such gentle shape And with a vertuous Vizor hide deepe vice He is my sonne I and therein my shame Yet from my dugges he drew not this deceit Boy Thinke you my Vnkle did dissemble Grandam Dut. I Boy Boy I cannot thinke it Hearke what noise is this Enter the Queene with her haire about her ears Riuers Dorset after her Qu. Ah! who shall hinder me to waile and weepe To chide my Fortune and torment my Selfe I le ioyne with blacke dispaire against my Soule And to my selfe become an enemie Dut. What meanes this Scene of rude impatience Qu. To make an act of Tragicke violence Edward my Lord thy Sonne our King is dead Why grow the Branches when the Roote is gone Why wither not the leaues that want their sap If you will liue Lament if dye be breefe That our swift-winged Soules may catch the Kings Or like obedient Subiects follow him To his new Kingdome of nere-changing night Dut. Ah so much interest haue in thy sorrow As I had Title in thy Noble Husband I haue be wept a worthy Husbands death And liu'd with looking on his Images But now two Mirrors of his Princely semblance Are crack'd in pieces by malignant death And I for comfort haue but one false Glasse That greeues me when I see my shame in him Thou art a Widdow yet thou art a Mother And hast the comfort of thy Children left But death hath snatch'd my Husband from mine Armes And pluckt two Crutches from my feeble hands Clarence and Edward O what cause haue I Thine being but a moity of my moane To ouer-go thy woes and drowne thy cries Boy Ah Aunt you wept not for our Fathers death How can we ayde you with our Kindred teares Daugh. Our fatherlesse distresse was left vnmoan'd Your widdow-dolour likewise be vnwept Qu. Giue me no helpe in Lamentation I am not barren to bring forth complaints All Springs reduce their currents to mine eyes That I being gouern'd by the waterie Moone May send forth plenteous teares to drowne the World Ah for my Husband for my deere Lord Edward Chil. Ah for our Father for our deere Lord Clarence Dut. Alas for both both mine Edward and Clarence Qu. What stay had I but Edward and hee 's gone Chil. What stay had we but Clarence and he 's gone Dut. What stayes had I but they and they are gone Qu. Was neuer widdow had so deere a losse Chil. Were neuer Orphans had so deere a losse Dut. Was neuer Mother had so deere a losse Alas I am the Mother of these Greefes Their woes are parcell'd mine is generall She for an Edward weepes and so do I I for a Clarence weepes so doth not shee These Babes for Clarence weepe so do not they Alas you three on me threefold distrest Power all your teares I am your sorrowes Nurse And I will pamper it with Lamentation Dor. Comfort deere Mother God is much displeas'd That you take with vnthankfulnesse his doing In common worldly things 't is call'd vngratefull With dull vnwillingnesse to repay a debt Which with a bounteous hand was kindly lent Much more to be thus opposite with heauen For it requires the Royall debt it lent you Riuers Madam bethinke you like a carefull Mother Of the young Prince your sonne send straight for him Let him be Crown'd in him your comfort liues Drowne desperate sorrow in dead Edwards graue And plant your ioyes in liuing Edwards Throne Enter Richard Buckingham Derbie Hastings and Ratcliffe Rich. Sister haue comfort all of vs haue cause To waile the dimming of our shining Starre But none can helpe our harmes by wayling them Madam my Mother I do cry you mercie I did not see your Grace Humbly on my knee I craue your Blessing Dut. God blesse thee and put meeknes in thy breast Loue Charity Obedience and
Yorke as Mother And reuerend looker on of two faire Queenes Come Madame you must straight to Westminster There to be crowned Richards Royall Queene Qu. Ah cut my Lace asunder That my pent heart may haue some scope to beat Or else I swoone with this dead-killing newes Anne Despightfull tidings O vnpleasing newes Dors Be of good cheare Mother how fares your Grace Qu. O Dorset speake not to me get thee gone Death and Destruction dogges thee at thy heeles Thy Mothers Name is ominous to Children If thou wilt out-strip Death goe crosse the Seas And liue with Richmond from the reach of Hell Goe hye thee hye thee from this slaughter-house Lest thou encrease the number of the dead And make me dye the thrall of Margarets Curse Nor Mother Wife nor Englands counted Queene Stanley Full of wise care is this your counsaile Madame Take all the swift aduantage of the howres You shall haue Letters from me to my Sonne In your behalfe to meet you on the way Be not ta'ne tardie by vnwise delay Duch. Yorke O ill dispersing Winde of Miserie O my accursed Wombe the Bed of Death A Cockatrice hast thou hatcht to the World Whose vnauoided Eye is murtherous Stanley Come Madame come I in all haste was sent Anne And I with all vnwillingnesse will goe O would to God that the inclusiue Verge Of Golden Mettall that must round my Brow Were red hot Steele to seare me to the Braines Anoynted let me be with deadly Venome And dye ere men can say God saue the Queene Qu. Goe goe poore soule I enuie not thy glory To feed my humor wish thy selfe no harme Anne No why When he that is my Husband now Came to me as I follow'd Venries Corse When scarce the blood was well washt from his hands Which issued from my other Angell Husband And that deare Saint which then I weeping follow'd O when I say I look'd on Richards Face This was my Wish Be thou quoth I accurst For making me so young so old a Widow And when thou wed'st let sorrow haunt thy Bed And be thy Wife if any be so mad More miserable by the Life of thee Then thou hast made me by my deare Lords death Loe ere I can repeat this Curse againe Within so small a time my Womans heart Grossely grew captiue to his honey words And prou'd the subiect of mine owne Soules Curse Which hitherto hath held mine eyes from rest For neuer yet one howre in his Bed Did I enioy the golden deaw of sleepe But with his timorous Dreames was still awak'd Besides he hates me for my Father Warwicke And will no doubt shortly be rid of me Qu. Poore heart adieu I pittie thy complaining Anne No more then with my soule I mourne for yours Dors Farewell thou wofull welcommer of glory Anne Adieu poore soule that tak'st thy leaue of it Du. Y. Go thou to Richmond good fortune guide thee Go thou to Richard and good Angels tend thee Go thou to Sanctuarie and good thoughts possesse thee I to my Graue where peace and rest lye with mee Eightie odde yeeres of sorrow haue I seene And each howres ioy wrackt with a weeke of teene Qu. Stay yet looke backe with me vnto the Tower Pitty you ancient Stones those tender Babes Whom Enuie hath immur'd within your Walls Rough Cradle for such little prettie ones Rude ragged Nurse old sullen Play-fellow For tender Princes vse my Babies well So foolish Sorrowes bids your Stones farewell Exeunt Scena Secunda Sound a Sennet Enter Richard in pompe Buckingham Catesby Ratcliffe Louel Rich. Stand all apart Cousin of Buckingham Buck. My gracious Soueraigne Rich. Giue me thy hand Sound Thus high by thy aduice and thy assistance Is King Richard seated But shall we weare these Glories for a day Or shall they last and we reioyce in them Buck. Still liue they and for euer let them last Rich. Ah Buckingham now doe I play the Touch To trie if thou be currant Gold indeed Young Edward liues thinke now what I would speake Buck. Say on my louing Lord. Rich. Why Buckingham I say I would be King Buck. Why so you are my thrice-renowned Lord. Rich. Ha am I King 't is so but Edward liues Buck True Noble Prince Rich. O bitter consequence That Edward still should liue true Noble Prince Cousin thou wast not wont to be so dull Shall I be plaine I wish the Bastards dead And I would haue it suddenly perform'd What say'st thou now speake suddenly be briefe Buck. Your Grace may doe your pleasure Rich. Tut tut thou art all Ice thy kindnesse freezes Say haue I thy consent that they shall dye Buc. Giue me some litle breath some pawse deare Lord Before I positiuely speake in this I will resolue you herein presently Exit Buck. Catesby The King is angry see he gnawes his Lippe Rich. I will conuerse with Iron-witted Fooles And vnrespectiue Boyes none are for me That looke into me with considerate eyes High-reaching Buckingham growes circumspect Boy Page My Lord. Rich. Know'st thou not any whom corrupting Gold Will tempt vnto a close exploit of Death Page I know a discontented Gentleman Whose humble meanes match not his haughtie spirit Gold were as good as twentie Orators And will no doubt tempt him to any thing Rich. What is his Name Page His Name my Lord is Tirrell Rich. I partly know the man goe call him hither Boy Exit The deepe reuoluing wittie Buckingham No more shall be the neighbor to my counsailes Hath he so long held out with me vntyr'd And stops he now for breath Well be it so Enter Stanley How now Lord Stanley what 's the newes Stanley Know my louing Lord the Marquesse Dorset As I heare is fled to Richmond In the parts where he abides Rich. Come hither Catesby rumor it abroad That Anne my Wife is very grieuous sicke I will take order for her keeping close Inquire me out some meane poore Gentleman Whom I will marry straight to Clarence Daughter The Boy is foolish and I feare not him Looke how thou dream'st I say againe giue out That Anne my Queene is sicke and like to dye About it for it stands me much vpon To stop all hopes whose growth may dammage me I must be marryed to my Brothers Daughter Or else my Kingdome stands on brittle Glasse Murther her Brothers and then marry her Vncertaine way of gaine But I am in So farre in blood that sinne will pluck on sinne Teare-falling Pittie dwells not in this Eye Enter Tyrrel Is thy Name Tyrrel Tyr. Iames Tyrrel and your most obedient subiect Rich. Art thou indeed Tyr. Proue me my gracious Lord. Rich. Dar'st thou resolue to kill a friend of mine Tyr. Please you But I had rather kill two enemies Rich. Why then thou hast it two deepe enemies Foes to my Rest and my sweet sleepes disturbers Are they that I would haue thee deale vpon Tyrrel I meane those Bastards in the Tower Tyr. Let me haue open meanes
To buy and sell with Groats to shew bare heads In Congregations to yawne be still and wonder When one but of my ordinance stood vp To speake of Peace or Warre I talke of you Why did you wish me milder Would you haue me False to my Nature Rather say I play The man I am Volum. Oh sir sir sir I would haue had you put your power well on Before you had worne it out Corio Let go Vol. You might haue beene enough the man you are With striuing lesse to be so Lesser had bin The things of your dispositions if You had not shew'd them how ye were dispos'd Ere they lack'd power to crosse you Corio Let them hang. Volum I and burne too Enter Menenius with the Senators Men. Come come you haue bin too rough somthing too rough you must returne and mend it Sen. There 's no remedy Vnlesse by not so doing our good Citie Cleaue in the midd'st and perish Volum Pray be counsail'd I haue a heart as little apt as yours But yet a braine that leades my vse of Anger To better vantage Mene. Well said Noble woman Before he should thus stoope to ' th' heart but that The violent fit a' th' time craues it as Physicke For the whole State I would put mine Armour on Which I can scarsely beare Corio What must I do Mene. Returne to th' Tribunes Corio Well what then what then Mene. Repent what you haue spoke Corio For them I cannot do it to the Gods Must I then doo 't to them Volum You are too absolute Though therein you can neuer be too Noble But when extremities speake I haue heard you say Honor and Policy like vnseuer'd Friends I' th' Warre do grow together Grant that and tell me In Peace what each of them by th' other loose That they combine not there Corio Tush tush Mene. A good demand Volum. If it be Honor in your Warres to seeme The same you are not which for your best ends You adopt your policy How is it lesse or worse That it shall hold Companionship in Peace With Honour as in Warre since that to both It stands in like request Corio Why force you this Volum. Because that Now it lyes you on to speake to th' people Not by your owne instruction nor by ' th' matter Which your heart prompts you but with such words That are but roated in your Tongue Though but Bastards and Syllables Of no allowance to your bosomes truth Now this no more dishonors you at all Then to take in a Towne with gentle words Which else would put you to your fortune and The hazard of much blood I would dissemble with my Nature where My Fortunes and my Friends at stake requir'd I should do so in Honor. I am in this Your Wife your Sonne These Senators the Nobles And you will rather shew our generall Lowts How you can frowne then spend a fawne vpon 'em For the inheritance of their loues and safegard Of what that want might ruine Menen Noble Lady Come goe with vs speake faire you may salue so Not what is dangerous present but the losse Of what is past Volum. I pry thee now my Sonne Goe to them with this Bonnet in thy hand And thus farre hauing stretcht it here be with them Thy Knee bussing the stones for in such businesse Action is eloquence and the eyes of th' ignorant More learned then the eares wauing thy head Which often thus correcting thy stout heart Now humble as the ripest Mulberry That will not hold the handling or say to them Thou art their Souldier and being bred in broyles Hast not the soft way which thou do'st confesse Were fit for thee to vse as they to clayme In asking their good loues but thou wilt frame Thy selfe forsooth hereafter theirs so farre As thou hast power and person Menen This but done Euen as she speakes why their hearts were yours For they haue Pardons being ask'd as free As words to little purpose Volum Prythee now Goe and be rul'd although I know thou hadst rather Follow thine Enemie in a fierie Gulfe Then flatter him in a Bower Enter Cominius Here is Cominius Com. I haue beene i' th' Market place and Sir 't is fit You make strong partie or defend your selfe By calmenesse or by absence all 's in anger Menen Onely faire speech Com. I thinke 't will serue if he can thereto frame his spirit Volum He must and will Prythee now say you will and goe about it Corio Must I goe shew them my vnbarb'd Sconce Must I with my base Tongue giue to my Noble Heart A Lye that it must beare well I will doo 't Yet were there but this single Plot to loose This Mould of Martius they to dust should grinde it And throw 't against the Winde Toth ' Market place You haue put me now to such a part which neuer I shall discharge toth ' Life Com. Come come wee 'le prompt you Volum I prythee now sweet Son as thou hast said My praises made thee first a Souldier so To haue my praise for this performe a part Thou hast not done before Corio Well I must doo 't Away my disposition and possesse me Some Harlots spirit My throat of Warre be turn'd Which quier'd with my Drumme into a Pipe Small as an Eunuch or the Virgin voyce That Babies lull a-sleepe The smiles of Knaues Tent in my cheekes and Schoole-boyes Teares take vp The Glasses of my sight A Beggars Tongue Make motion through my Lips and my Arm'd knees Who bow'd but in my Stirrop bend like his That hath receiu'd an Almes I will not doo 't Leaft I surcease to honor mine owne truth And by my Bodies action teach my Minde A most inherent Basenesse Volum At thy choice then To begge of thee it is my more dis-honor Then thou of them Come all to ruine let Thy Mother rather feele thy Pride then feare Thy dangerous Stoutnesse for I mocke at death With as bigge heart as thou Do as thou list Thy Valiantnesse was mine thou suck'st it from me But owe thy Pride thy selfe Corio Pray be content Mother I am going to the Market place Chide me no more I le Mountebanke their Loues Cogge their Hearts from them and come home belou'd Of all the Trades in Rome Looke I am going Commend me to my Wife I le returne Consull Or neuer trust to what my Tongue can do I' th way of Flattery further Volum Do your will Exit Volumnia Com. Away the Tribunes do attend you arm your self To answer mildely for they are prepar'd With Accusations as I heare more strong Then are vpon you yet Corio The word is Mildely Pray you let vs go Let them accuse me by inuention I Will answer in mine Honor. Menen I but mildely Corio Well mildely be it then Mildely Exeunt Enter Sicinius and Brutus Bru. In this point charge him home that he affects Tyrannicall power If he euade vs there Inforce him with his enuy to the people And
that the Spoile got on the Aâ—tiats Was ne're distributed What will he come Enter an Edile Edile Hee 's comming Bru. How accompanied Edile With old Menenius and those Senators That alwayes fauour'd him Sicin Haue you a Catalogue Of all the Voices that we haue procur'd set downe by ' th Pole Edile I haue 't is ready Sicin Haue you collected them by Tribes Edile I haue Sicin Assemble presently the people hither And when they heare me say it shall be so I' th' right and strength a' th' Commons be it either For death for fine or Banishment then let them If I say Fine cry Fine if Death cry Death Insisting on the olde prerogatiue And power i' th Truth a' th Cause Edile I shall informe them Bru. And when such time they haue begun to cry Let them not cease but with a dinne confus'd Inforce the present Execution Of what we chance to Sentence Edi. Very well Sicin Make them be strong and ready for this hint When we shall hap to giu 't them Bru. Go about it Put him to Choller straite he hath bene vs'd Euer to conquer and to haue his worth Of contradiction Being once chaft he cannot Be rein'd againe to Temperance then he speakes What 's in his heart and that is there which lookes With vs to breake his necke Enter Coriolanus Menenius and Cominius with others Sicin Well heere he comes Mene. Calmely I do beseech you Corio I as an Hostler that fourth poorest peece Will beare the Knaue by ' th Volume Th' honor'd Goddes Keepe Rome in safety and the Chaires of Iustice Supplied with worthy men plant loue amongs Through our large Temples with y e shewes of peace And not our streets with Warre 1 Sen. Amen Amen Mene. A Noble wish Enter the Edile with the Plebeians Sicin Draw neere ye people Edile List to your Tribunes Audience Peace I say Corio First heare me speake Both Tri. Well say Peace hoe Corio Shall I be charg'd no further then this present Must all determine heere Sicin I do demand If you submit you to the peoples voices Allow their Officers and are content To suffer lawfull Censure for such faults As shall be prou'd vpon you Corio I am Content Mene. Lo Citizens he sayes he is Content The warlike Seruice he ha's done consider Thinke Vpon the wounds his body beares which shew Like Graues i' th holy Church-yard Corio Scratches with Briars scarres to moue Laughter onely Mene. Consider further That when he speakes not like a Citizen You finde him like a Soldier do not take His rougher Actions for malicious sounds But as I say such as become a Soldier Rather then enuy you Com. Well well no more Corio What is the matter That being past for Consull with full voyce I am so dishonour'd that the very houre You take it off againe Sicin Answer to vs. Corio Say then 't is true I ought so Sicin We charge you that you haue contriu'd to take From Rome all season'd Office and to winde Your selfe into a power tyrannicall For which you are a Traitor to the people Corio How Traytor Mene. Nay temperately your promise Corio The fires i' th' lowest hell Fould in the people Call me their Traitor thou iniurious Tribune Within thine eyes sate twenty thousand deaths In thy hands clutcht as many Millions in Thy lying tongue both numbers I would say Thou lyest vnto thee with a voice as free As I do pray the Gods Sicin Marke you this people All. To ' th' Rocke to ' th' Rocke with him Sicin Peace We neede not put new matter to his charge What you haue seene him do and heard him speake Beating your Officers cursing your selues Opposing Lawes with stroakes and heere defying Those whose great power must try him Euen this so criminall and in such capitall kinde Deserues th' extreamest death Bru. But since he hath seru'd well for Rome Corio What do you prate of Seruice Brut. I talke of that that know it Corio You Mene. Is this the promise that you made your mother Com. Know I pray you Corio I le know no further Let them pronounce the steepe Tarpeian death Vagabond exile Fleaing pent to linger But with a graine a day I would not buy Their mercie at the price of one faire word Nor checke my Courage for what they can giue To haue 't with saying Good morrow Sicin For that he ha's As much as in him lies from time to time Enui'd against the people seeking meanes To plucke away their power as now at last Giuen Hostile strokes and that not in the presence Of dreaded Iustice but on the Ministers That doth distribute it In the name a' th' people And in the power of vs the Tribunes wee Eu'n from this instant banish him our Citie In perill of precipitation From off the Rocke Tarpeian neuer more To enter our Rome gates I' th' Peoples name I say it shall bee so All. It shall be so it shall be so let him away Hee 's banish'd and it shall be so Com. Heare me my Masters and my common friends Sicin He 's sentenc'd No more hearing Com. Let me speake I haue bene Consull and can shew from Rome Her Enemies markes vpon me I do loue My Countries good with a respect more tender More holy and profound then mine owne life My deere Wiues estimate her wombes encrease And treasure of my Loynes then if I would Speake that Sicin We know your drift Speake what Bru. There 's no more to be said but he is banish'd As Enemy to the people and his Countrey It shall bee so All. It shall be so it shall be so Corio You common cry of Curs whose breath I hate As reeke a' th' rotten Fennes whose Loues I prize As the dead Carkasses of vnburied men That do corrupt my Ayre I banish you And heere remaine with your vncertaintie Let euery feeble Rumor shake your hearts Your Enemies with nodding of their Plumes Fan you into dispaire Haue the power still To banish your Defenders till at length Your ignorance which findes not till it feeles Making but reseruation of your selues Still your owne Foes deliuer you As most abated Captiues to some Nation That wonne you without blowes despising For you the City Thus I turne my backe There is a world elsewhere Exeunt Coriolanus Cominius with Cumalijs They all shout and throw vp their Caps Edile The peoples Enemy is gone is gone All. Our enemy is banish'd he is gone Hoo oo Sicin Go see him out at Gates and follow him As he hath follow'd you with all despight Giue him deseru'd vexation Let a guard Attend vs through the City All. Come come le ts see him out at gates come The Gods preserue our Noble Tribunes come Exeunt Actus Quartus Enter Coriolanus Volumnia Virgilia Menenius Cominius with the yong Nobility of Rome Corio Come leaue your teares a brief farwel the beast With many heads butts me away Nay Mother Where is your ancient Courage You were vs'd
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
deuises A payre of cursed hell-hounds and their Dam. Dem. Madam depart at pleasure leaue vs heere Tam. Farewell Andronicus reuenge now goes To lay a complot to betray thy Foes Tit. I know thou doo'st and sweet reuenge farewell Chi. Tell vs old man how shall we be imploy'd Tit. Tut I haue worke enough for you to doe Publius come hither Caius and Valentine Pub. What is your will Tit. Know you these two Pub. The Empresse Sonnes I take them Chiron Demetrius Titus Fie Publius fie thou art too much deceau'd The one is Murder Rape is the others name And therefore bind them gentle Publius Caius and Valentine lay hands on them Oft haue you heard me wish for such an houre And now I find it therefore binde them sure Chi. Villaines forbeare we are the Empresse Sonnes Pub. And therefore do we what we are commanded Stop close their mouthes let them not speake a word Is he sure bound looke that you binde them fast Exeunt Enter Titus Andronicus with a knife and Lauinia with a Bason Tit. Come come Lauinia looke thy Foes are bound Sirs stop their mouthes let them not speake to me But let them heare what fearefull words I vtter Oh Villaines Chiron and Demetrius Here stands the spring whom you haue stain'd with mud This goodly Sommer with your Winter mixt You kil'd her husband and for that vil'd fault Two of her Brothers were condemn'd to death My hand cut off and made a merry iest Both her sweet Hands her Tongue and that more deere Then Hands or tongue her spotlesse Chastity Inhumaine Traytors you constrain'd and for'st What would you say if I should let you speake Villaines for shame you could not beg for grace Harke Wretches how I meane to martyr you This one Hand yet is left to cut your throats Whil'st that Lauinia tweene her stumps doth hold The Bason that receiues your guilty blood You know your Mother meanes to feast with me And calls herselfe Reuenge and thinkes me mad Harke Villaines I will grin'd your bones to dust And with your blood and it I le make a Paste And of the Paste a Coffen I will reare And make two Pasties of your shamefull Heads And bid that strumpet your vnhallowed Dam Like to the earth swallow her increase This is the Feast that I haue bid her to And this the Banquet she shall surfet on For worse then Philomel you vsd my Daughter And worse then Progne I will be reueng'd And now prepare your throats Lauinia come Receiue the blood and when that they are dead Let me goe grin'd their Bones to powder small And with this hatefull Liquor temper it And in that Paste let their vil'd Heads be bakte Come come be euery one officious To make this Banket which I wish might proue More sterne and bloody then the Centaures Feast He cuts their throats So now bring them in for I le play the Cooke And see them ready gainst their Mother comes Exeunt Enter Lucius Marcus and the Gothes Luc. Vnckle Marcus since 't is my Fathers minde That I repair to Rome I am content Goth. And ours with thine befall what Fortune will Luc. Good Vnckle take you in this barbarous Moore This Rauenous Tiger this accursed deuill Let him receiue no sustenance fetter him Till he be brought vnto the Emperous face For testimony of her foule proceedings And see the Ambush of our Friends be strong If ere the Emperour meanes no good to vs. Aron Some deuill whisper curses in my eare And prompt me that my tongue may vtter forth The Venemous Mallice of my swelling heart Luc. Away Inhumaine Dogge Vnhallowed Slaue Sirs helpe our Vnckle to conuey him in Flourish The Trumpets shew the Emperour is at hand Sound Trumpets Enter Emperour and Empresse with Tribunes and others Sat. What hath the Firemament more Suns then one Luc. What bootes it thee to call thy selfe a Sunne Mar. Romes Emperour Nephewe breake the parle These quarrels must be quietly debated The Feast is ready which the carefull Titus Hath ordained to an Honourable end For Peace for Loue for League and good to Rome Please you therfore draw nie and take your places Satur. Marcus we will Hoboyes A Table brought in Enter Titus like a Cooke placing the meat on the Table and Lauinia with a vale ouer her face Titus Welcome my gracious Lord Welcome Dread Queene Welcome ye Warlike Gothes welcome Luciuâ— And welcome all although the cheere be poore 'T will fill your stomacks please you eat of it Sat. Why art thou thus attir'd Andronicus Tit. Because I would be sure to haue all well To entertaine your Highnesse and your Empresse Tam. We are beholding to you good Andronicus Tit. And if your Highnesse knew my heart you were My Lord the Emperour resolue me this Was it well done of rash Virginius To slay his daughter with his owne right hand Because she was enfor'st stain'd and deflowr'd Satur. It was Andronicus Tit. Your reason Mighty Lord Sat. Because the Girle should not suruine her shame And by her presence still renew his sorrowes Tit. A reason mighty strong and effectuall A patterne president and liuely warrant For me most wretched to performe the like Die die Lauinia and thy shame with thee And with thy shame thy Fathers sorrow die He kils her Sat. What hast done vnnaturall and vnkinde Tit. Kil'd her for whom my teares haue made me blind I am as wofull as Virginius was And haue a thousand times more cause then he Sat. What was she rauisht tell who did the deed Tit. Wilt please you eat Wilt please your Hignesse feed Tam. Why hast thou slaine thine onely Daughter Titus Not I 't was Chiron and Demetrius They rauisht her and cut away her tongue And they 't was they that did her all this wrong Satu. Go fetch them hither to vs presently Tit. Why there they are both baked in that Pie Whereof their Mother dantily hath fed Eating the flesh that she herselfe hath bred 'T is true 't is true witnesse my kniues sharpe point He stabs the Empresse Satu. Die franticke wretch for this accursed deed Luc. Can the Sonnes eye behold his Father bleed There 's meede for meede death for a deadly deed Mar. You sad fac'd men people and Sonnes of Rome By vprores seuer'd like a flight of Fowle Scattred by windes and high tempestuous gusts Oh let me teach you how to knit againe This scattred Corne into one mutuall sheafe These broken limbs againe into one body Goth. Let Rome herselfe be bane vnto herselfe And shee whom mightie kingdomes cursie too Like a forlorne and desperate castaway Doe shamefull execution on her selfe But if my frostie signes and chaps of age Graue witnesses of true experience Cannot induce you to attend my words Speake Romes deere friend as ' erst our Auncestor When with his solemne tongue he did discourse To loue-sicke Didoes sad attending eare The story of that balefull burning night When subtil Greekes surpriz'd King Priams Troy Tell
sit For 't is a throane where Honour may be Grown'd Sole Monarch of the vniuersall earth O what a beast was I to chide him Nur. Will you speake well of him That kil'd your Cozen Iul. Shall I speake ill of him that is my husband Ah poore my Lord what tongue shall smooth thy name When I thy three houres wife haue mangled it But wherefore Villaine did'st thou kill my Cozin That Villaine Cozin would haue kil'd my husband Backe foolish teares backe to your natiue spring Your tributarie drops belong to woe Which you mistaking offer vp to ioy My husband liues that Tibalt would haue slaine And Tibalt dead that would haue slaine my husband All this is comfort wherefore weepe I then Some words there was worser then Tybalts death That murdered me I would forget it feine But oh it presses to my memory Like damned guilty deedes to sinners minds Tybalt is dead and Romeo banished That banished that one word banished Hath slaine ten thousand Tibalts Tibalts death Was woe inough if it had ended there Or if sower woe delights in fellowship And needly will be rankt with other griefes Why followed not when she said Tibalts dead Thy Father or thy Mother nay or both Which moderne lamentation might haue mou'd But which a rere-ward following Tybalts death Romeo is banished to speake that word Is Father Mother Tybalt Romeo Iuliet All slaine all dead Romeo is banished There is no end no limit measure bound In that words death no words can that woe sound Where is my Father and my Mother Nurse Nur. Weeping and wailing ouer Tybalts Coarse Will you go to them I will bring you thither Iu. Wash they his wounds with tears mine shal be spent When theirs are drie for Romeo's banishment Take vp those Cordes poore ropes you are beguil'd Both you and I for Romeo is exild He made you for a high-way to my bed But I a Maid die Maiden widowed Come Cord come Nurse I le to my wedding bed And death not Romeo take my Maiden head Nur. Hie to your Chamber I le find Romeo To comfort you I wot well where he is Harke ye your Romeo will be heere at night I le to him he is hid at Lawrence Cell Iul. O find him giue this Ring to my true Knight And bid him come to take his last farewell Exit Enter Frier and Romeo Fri. Romeo come forth Come forth thou fearfull man Affliction is enamor'd of thy parts And thou art wedded to calamitie Rom. Father what newes What is the Princes Doome What sorrow craues acquaintance at my hand That I yet know not Fri. Too familiar Is my deare Sonne with such sowre Company I bring thee tydings of the Princes Doome Rom. What lesse then Doomesday Is the Princes Doome Fri. A gentler iudgement vanisht from his lips Not bodies death but bodies banishment Rom. Ha banishment be mercifull say death For exile hath more terror in his looke Much more then death do not say banishment Fri. Here from Verona art thou banished Be patient for the world is broad and wide Rom. There is no world without Verona walles But Purgatorie Torture hell it selfe Hence banished is banisht from the world And worlds exile is death Then banished Is death mistearm'd calling death banished Thou cut'st my head off with a golden Axe And smilest vpon the stroke that murders me Fri. O deadly sin O rude vnthankefulnesse Thy falt our Law calles death but the kind Prince Taking thy part hath rusht aside the Law And turn'd that blacke word death to banishment This is deare mercy and thou seest it not Rom. 'T is Torture and not mercy heauen is here Where Iuliet liues and euery Cat and Dog And little Mouse euery vnworthy thing Liue here in Heauen and may looke on her But Romeo may not More Validitie More Honourable state more Courtship liues In carrion Flies then Romeo they may seaze On the white wonder of deare Iuliets hand And steale immortall blessing from her lips Who euen in pure and vestall modestie Still blush as thinking their owne kisses sin This may Flies doe when I from this must flie And saist thou yet that exile is not death But Romeo may not hee is banished Had'st thou no poyson mixt no sharpe ground knife No sudden meane of death though nere so meane But banished to kill me Banished O Frier the damned vse that word in hell Howlings attends it how hast thou the hart Being a Diuine a Ghostly Confessor A Sin-Absoluer and my Friend profest To mangle me with that word banished Fri. Then fond Mad man heare me speake Rom. O thou wilt speake againe of banishment Fri. I le giue thee Armour to keepe off that word Aduersities sweete milke Philosophie To comfort thee though thou art banished Rom. Yet banished hang vp Philosophie Vnlesse Philosohpie can make a Iuliet Displant a Towne reuerse a Princes Doome It helpes not it preuailes not talke no more Fri. O then I see that Mad men haue no eares Rom. How should they When wisemen haue no eyes Fri. Let me dispaire with thee of thy estate Rom. Thou can'st not speake of that y u dost not feele Wert thou as young as Iuliet my Loue An houre but married Tybalt murdered Doting like me and like me banished Then mightest thou speake Then mightest thou teare thy hayre And fall vpon the ground as I doe now Taking the measure of an vnmade graue Enter Nurse and knockes Frier Arise one knockes Good Romeo hide thy selfe Rom. Not I Vnlesse the breath of Hartsicke groanes Mist-like infold me from the search of eyes Knocke Fri. Harke how they knocke Who 's there Romeo arise Thou wilt be taken stay a while stand vp Knocke. Run to my study by and by Gods will What simplenesse is this I come I come Knocke. Who knocks so hard Whence come you what 's your will Enter Nurse Nur. Let me come in And you shall know my errand I come from Lady Iuliet Fri. Welcome then Nur. O holy Frier O tell me holy Frier Where 's my Ladies Lord where 's Romeo Fri. There on the ground With his owne teares made drunke Nur. O he is euen in my Mistresse case Iust in her case O wofull simpathy Pittious predicament euen so lies she Blubbring and weeping weeping and blubbring Stand vp stand vp stand and you be a man For Iuliets sake for her sake rise and stand Why should you fall into so deepe an O. Rom. Nurse Nur. Ah sir ah sir deaths the end of all Rom. Speak'st thou of Iuliet how is it with her Doth not she thinke me an old Murtherer Now I haue stain'd the Childhood of our ioy With blood remoued but little from her owne Where is she and how doth she and what sayes My conceal'd Lady to our conceal'd Loue Nur. Oh she sayes nothing sir but weeps and weeps And now fals on her bed and then starts vp And Tybalt calls and then on Romeo cries And then downe falls againe Ro. As if
about Iul. Then window let day in and let life out Rom. Farewell farewell one kisse and I le descend Iul. Art thou gone so Loue Lord ay Husband Friend I must heare from thee euery day in the houre For in a minute there are many dayes O by this count I shall be much in yeares Ere I againe behold my Romeo Rom. Farewell I will omit no oportunitie That may conuey my greetings Loue to thee Iul. O thinkest thou we shall euer meet againe Rom. I doubt it not and all these woes shall serue For sweet discourses in our time to come Iuilet O God! I haue an ill Diuining soule Me thinkes I see thee now thou art so lowe As one dead in the bottome of a Tombe Either my eye-sight failes or thou look'st pale Rom. And trust me Loue in my eye so do you Drie sorrow drinkes our blood Adue adue Exit Iul. O Fortune Fortune all men call thee fickle If thou art fickle what dost thou with him That is renown'd for faith be fickle Fortune For then I hope thou wilt not keepe him long But send him backe Enter Mother Lad. Ho Daughter are you vp Iul Who i st that calls Is it my Lady Mother Is she not downe so late or vp so early What vnaccustom'd cause procures her hither Lad. Why how now Iuliet Iul. Madam I am not well Lad. Euermore weeping for your Cozins death What wilt thou wash him from his graue with teares And if thou could'st thou could'st not make him liue Therefore haue done some griefe shewes much of Loue But much of griefe shewes still some want of wit Iul. Yet let me weepe for such a feeling losse Lad. So shall you feele the losse but not the Friend Which you weepe for Iul. Feeling so the losse I cannot chuse but euer weepe the Friend La. Well Girle thou weep'st not so much for his death As that the Villaine liues which slaughter'd him Iul. What Villaine Madam Lad. That same Villaine Romeo Iul. Villaine and he be many Miles assunder God pardon I doe with all my heart And yet no man like he doth grieue my heart Lad. That is because the Traitor liues Iul. I Madam from the reach of these my hands Would none but I might venge my Cozins death Lad. We will haue vengeance for it feare thou not Then weepe no more I le send to one in Mantua Where that same banisht Run-agâ—te doth liue Shall giue him such an vnaccustom'd dram That he shall soone keepe Tybalt company And then I hope thou wilt be satisfied Iul. Indeed I neuer shall be satisfied With Romeo till I behold him Dead Is my poore heart so for a kinsman vext Madam if you could find out but a man To beare a poyson I would temper it That Romeo should vpon receit thereof Soone sleepe in quiet O how my heart abhors To heare him nam'd and cannot come to him To wreake the Loue I bore my Cozin Vpon his body that hath slaughter'd him Mo. Find thou the meanes and I le find such a man But now I le tell thee ioyfull tidings Gyrle Iul. And ioy comes well in such a needy time What are they beseech your Ladyship Mo. Well well thou hast a carefull Father Child One who to put thee from thy heauinesse Hath sorted out a sudden day of ioy That thou expects not nor I lookt not for Iul. Madam in happy time what day is this Mo. Marry my Child early next Thursday morne The gallant young and Noble Gentleman The Countie Paris at Saint Peters Church Shall happily make thee a ioyfull Bride Iul. Now by Saint Peters Church and Peter too He shall not make me there a ioyfull Bride I wonder at this hast that I must wed Ere he that should be Husband comes to woe I pray you tell my Lord and Father Madam I will not marrie yet and when I doe I sweare It shall be Romeo whom you know I hate Rather then Paris These are newes indeed Mo. Here comes your Father tell him so your selfe And see how he will take it at your hands Enter Capulet and Nurse Cap. When the Sun sets the earth doth drizzle daew But for the Sunset of my Brothers Sonne It raines downright How now A Conduit Gyrle what still in teares Euermore showring in one little body Thou counterfaits a Barke a Sea a Wind For still thy eyes which I may call the Sea Do ebbe and flow with teares the Barke thy body is Sayling in this falt floud the windes thy sighes Who raging with the teares and they with them Without a sudden calme will ouer set Thy tempest tossed body How now wife Haue you deliuered to her our decree Lady I sir But she will none she giues you thankes I would the foole were married to her graue Cap. Soft take me with you take me with you wife How will she none doth she not giue vs thanks Is she not proud doth she not count her blest Vnworthy as she is that we haue wrought So worthy a Gentleman to be her Bridegroome Iul. Not proud you haue But thankfull that you haue Proud can I neuer be of what I haue But thankfull euen for hate that is meant Loue. Cap. How now How now Chopt Logicke what is this Proud and I thanke you and I thanke you not Thanke me no thankings nor proud me no prouds But fettle your fine ioints ' gainst Thursday next To go with Paris to Saint Peters Church Or I will drag thee on a Hurdle thither Out you greene sicknesse carrion out you baggage You tallow face Lady Fie fie what are you mad Iul. Good Father I beseech you on my knees Heare me with patience but to speake a word Fa. Hang thee young baggage disobedient wretch I tell thee what get thee to Church a Thursday Or neuer after looke me in the face Speake not reply not do not answere me My fingers itch wife we scarce thought vs blest That God had lent vs but this onely Child But now I see this one is one too much And that we haue a curse in hauing her Out on her Hilding Nur. God in heauen blesse her You are too blame my Lord to rate her so Fa. And why my Lady wisedome hold your tongue Good Prudence smatter with your gossip go Nur. I speake no treason Father O Godigoden May not one speake Fa. Peace you mumbling foole Vtter your grauitie ore a Gossips bowles For here we need it not La. You are too hot Fa. Gods bread it makes me mad Day night houre ride time worke play Alone in companie still my care hath bin To haue her matcht and hauing now prouided A Gentleman of Noble Parentage Of faire Demeanes Youthfull and Nobly Allied Stuft as they say with Honourable parts Proportion'd as ones thought would wish a man And then to haue a wretched puling foole A whining mammet in her Fortunes tender To answer I le noâ— wed I cannot Loue I am too young I pray you pardon me But and
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
was but a Foole That brought my answer back Brutus hath riu'd my hart A Friend should beare his Friends infirmities But Brutus makes mine greater then they are Bru. I do not till you practice them on me Cassi You loue me not Bru. I do not like your faults Cassi A friendly eye could neuer see such faults Bru. A Flatterers would not though they do appeare As huge as high Olympus Cassi Come Antony and yong Octauius come Reuenge your selues alone on Cassius For Cassius is a-weary of the World Hated by one he loues brau'd by his Brother Check'd like a bondman all his faults obseru'd Set in a Note-booke learn'd and con'd by roate To cast into my Teeth O I could weepe My Spirit from mine eyes There is my Dagger And heere my naked Breast Within a Heart Deerer then Pluto's Mine Richer then Gold If that thou bee'st a Roman take it foorth I that deny'd thee Gold will giue my Heart Strike as thou did'st at Caesar For I know When thou did'st hate him worst y u loued'st him better Then euer thou loued'st Cassius Bru. Sheath your Dagger Be angry when you will it shall haue scope Do what you will Dishonor shall be Humour O Cassius you are yoaked with a Lambe That carries Anger as the Flint beares fire Who much inforced shewes a hastie Sparke And straite is cold agen Cassi Hath Cassius liu'd To be but Mirth and Laughter to his Brutus When greefe and blood ill temper'd vexeth him Bru. When I spoke that I was ill temper'd too Cassi Do you confesse so much Giue me your hand Bru. And my heart too Cassi O Brutus Bru. What 's the matter Cassi Haue not you loue enough to beare with me When that rash humour which my Mother gaue me Makes me forgetfull Bru. Yes Cassius and from henceforth When you are ouer-earnest with your Brutus Hee 'l thinke your Mother chides and leaue you so Enter a Poet. Poet. Let me go in to see the Generals There is some grudge betweene 'em 't is not meete They be alone Lucil. You shall not come to them Poet. Nothing but death shall stay me Cas How now What 's the matter Poet. For shame you Generals what do you meane Loue and be Friends as two such men should bee For I haue seene more yeeres I 'me sure then yee Cas Ha ha how vildely doth this Cynicke rime Bru. Get you hence sirra Sawcy Fellow hence Cas Beare with him Brutus 't is his fashion Brut. I le know his humor when he knowes his time What should the Warres do with these ligging Fooles Companion hence Cas Away away be gone Exit Poet Bru. Lucillius and Titinius bid the Commanders Prepare to lodge their Companies to night Cas And come your selues bring Messala with you Immediately to vs. Bru. Lucius a bowle of Wine Cas I did not thinke you could haue bin so angry Bru. O Cassius I am sicke of many greefes Cas Of your Philosophy you make no vse If you giue place to accidentall euils Bru. No man beares sorrow better Portia is dead Cas Ha Portia Bru. She is dead Cas How scap'd I killing when I croft you so O insupportable and touching losse Vpon what sicknesse Bru. Impatient of my absence And greefe that yong Octauius with Mark Antony Haue made themselues so strong For with her death That tydings came With this she fell distract And her Attendants absent swallow'd fire Cas And dy'd so Bru. Euen so Cas O ye immortall Gods Enter Boy with Wine and Tapers Bru. Speak no more of her Giue me a bowl of wine In this I bury all vnkindnesse Cassius Drinkes Cas My heart is thirsty for that Noble pledge Fill Lucius till the Wine ore-swell the Cup I cannot drinke too much of Brutus loue Enter Titinius and Messala Brutus Come in Titinius Welcome good Messala Now sit we close about this Taper heere And call in question our necessities Cass Portia art thou gone Bru. No more I pray you Messala I haue heere receiued Letters That yong Octauius and Mark Antony Come downe vpon vs with a mighty power Bending their Expedition toward Philippi Mess My selfe haue Letters of the selfe-same Tenure Bru. With what Addition Mess That by proscription and billes of Outlarie Octauius Antony and Lepidus Haue put to death an hundred Senators Bru. Therein our Letters do not well agree Mine speake of seuenty Senators that dy'de By their proscriptions Cicero being one Cassi Cicero one Messa Cicero is dead and by that order of proscription Had you your Letters from your wife my Lord Bru. No Messala Messa Nor nothing in your Letters writ of her Bru. Nothing Messala Messa That me thinkes is strange Bru. Why aske you Heare you ought of her in yours Messa No my Lord. Bru. Now as you are a Roman tell me true Messa Then like a Roman beare the truth I tell For certaine she is dead and by strange manner Bru. Why farewell Portia We must die Messala With meditating that she must dye once I haue the patience to endure it now Messa Euen so great men great losses shold indure Cassi I haue as much of this in Art as you But yet my Nature could not beare it so Bru. Well to our worke aliue What do you thinke Of marching to Philippi presently Cassi I do not thinke it good Bru. Your reason Cassi This it is 'T is better that the Enemie seeke vs So shall he waste his meanes weary his Souldiers Doing himselfe offence whil'st we lying still Are full of rest defence and nimblenesse Bru. Good reasons must of force giue place to better The people 'twixt Philippi and this ground Do stand but in a forc'd affection For they haue grug'd vs Contribution The Enemy marching along by them By them shall make a fuller number vp Come on refresht new added and encourag'd From which aduantage shall we cut him off If at Philippi we do face him there These people at our backe Cassi Heare me good Brother Bru. Vnder your pardon You must note beside That we haue tride the vtmost of our Friends Oâ— Legions are brim full our cause is ripe The Enemy encreaseth euery day We at the height are readie to decline There is a Tide in the affayres of men Which taken at the Flood leades on to Fortune Omitted all the voyage of their life Is bound in Shallowes and in Miseries On such a full Sea are we now a-float And we must take the current when it serues Or loose our Ventures Cassi Then with your will go on wee 'l along Our selues and meet them at Philippi Bru. The deepe of night is crept vpon our talke And Nature must obey Necessitie Which we will niggard with a little rest There is no more to say Cassi No more good night Early to morrow will we rise and hence Enter Lucius Bru. Lucius my Gowne farewell good Messala Good night Titinius Noble Noble Cassius Good night and good repose Cassi O my deere Brother This was an ill
parley For Lord Hamlet Beleeue so much in him that he is young And with a larger tether may he walke Then may be giuen you In few Ophelia Doe not beleeue his vowes for they are Broakers Not of the eye which their Inuestments show But meere implorators of vnholy Sutes Breathing like sanctified and pious bonds The better to beguile This is for all I would not in plaine tearmes from this time forth Haue you so slander any moment leisure As to giue words or talke with the Lord Hamlet Looke too 't I charge you come your wayes Ophe. I shall obey my Lord. Exeunt Enter Hamlet Horatio Marcellus Ham. The Ayre bites shrewdly is it very cold Hor. It is a nipping and an eager ayre Ham. What hower now Hor. I thinke it lacks of twelue Mar. No it is strooke Hor. Indeed I heard it not then it drawes neere the season Wherein the Spirit held his wont to walke What does this meane my Lord Ham. The King doth wake to night and takes his rouse Keepes wassels and the swaggering vpspring reeles And as he dreines his draughts of Renish downe The kettle Drum and Trumpet thus bray out The triumph of his Pledge Horat. Is it a custome Ham. I marry ist And to my mind though I am natiue heere And to the manner borne It is a Custome More honour'd in the breach then the obseruance Enter Ghost Hor. Looke my Lord it comes Ham. Angels and Ministers of Grace defend vs Be thou a Spirit of health or Goblin damn'd Bring with thee ayres from Heauen or blasts from Hell Be thy euents wicked or charitable Thou com'st in such a questionable shape That I will speake to thee I le call thee Hamlet King Father Royall Dane Oh oh answer me Let me not burst in Ignorance but tell Why thy Canoniz'd bones Hearsed in death Haue burst their cerments why the Sepulcher Wherein we saw thee quietly enurn'd Hath op'd his ponderous and Marble iawes To cast thee vp againe What may this meane That thou dead Coarse againe in compleat steele Reuisits thus the glimpses of the Moone Making Night hidious And we fooles of Nature So horridly to shake our disposition With thoughts beyond thee reaches of our Soules Say why is this wherefore what should we doe Ghost beckens Hamlet Hor. It beckons you to goe away with it As if it some impartment did desire To you alone Mar. Looke with what courteous action It wafts you to a more remoued ground But doe not goe with it Hor. No by no meanes Ham. It will not speake then will I follow it Hor. Doe not my Lord. Ham. Why what should be the feare I doe not set my life at a pins fee And for my Soule what can it doe to that Being a thing immortall as it selfe It waues me forth againe I le follow it Hor. What if it tempt you toward the Floud my Lord Or to the dreadfull Sonnet of the Cliffe That beetles o're his base into the Sea And there assumes some other horrible forme Which might depriue your Soueraignty of Reason And draw you into madnesse thinke of it Ham. It wafts me still goe on I le follow thee Mar. You shall not goe my Lord. Ham. Hold off your band Hor. Be rul'd you shall not goe Ham. My fate cries out And makes each petty Artire in this body As hardy as the Nemian Lions nerue Still am I cal'd Vnhand me Gentlemen By Heau'n I le make a Ghost of him that lets me I say away goe on I le follow thee Exeunt Ghost Hamlet Hor. He waxes desperate with imagination Mar. Let 's follow 't is not fit thus to obey him Hor. Haue after to what issue will this come Mar. Something is rotten in the State of Denmarke Hor. Heauen will direct it Mar. Nay let 's follow him Exeunt Enter Ghost and Hamlet Ham. Where wilt thou lead me speak I le go no further Gho. Marke me Ham. I will Gho. My hower is almost come When I to sulphurous and tormenting Flames Must render vp my selfe Ham. Alas poore Ghost Gho. Pitty me not but lend thy serious hearing To what I shall vnfold Ham. Speake I am bound to heare Gho. So art thou to reuenge when thou shalt heare Ham. What Gho. I am thy Fathers Spirit Doom'd for a certaine terme to walke the night And for the day confin'd to fast in Fiers Till the foule crimes done in my dayes of Nature Are burnt and purg'd away But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my Prison-House I could a Tale vnfold whose lightest word Would harrow vp thy soule freeze thy young blood Make thy two eyes like Starres start from their Spheres Thy knotty and combined locks to part And each particular haire to stand an end Like Quilles vpon the fretfull Porpentine But this eternall blason must not be To eares of flesh and bloud lift Hamlet oh lift If thou didst euer thy deare Father loue Ham. Oh Heauen Gho. Reuenge his foule and most vnnaturall Murther Ham. Murther Ghost Murther most foule as in the best it is But this most foule strange and vnnaturall Ham. Hast hast me to know it That with wings as swift As meditation or the thoughts of Loue May sweepe to my Reuenge Ghost I finde thee apt And duller should'st thou be then the fat weede That rots it selfe in ease on Lethe Wharfe Would'st thou not stirre in this Now Hamlet heare It 's giuen out that sleeping in mine Orchard A Serpent stung me so the whole eare of Denmarke Is by a forged processe of my death Rankly abus'd But know thou Noble youth The Serpent that did sting thy Fathers life Now weares his Crowne Ham. O my Propheticke soule mine Vncle Ghost I that incestuous that adulterate Beast With witchcraft of his wits hath Traitorous guifts Oh wicked Wit and Gifts that haue the power So to seduce Won to to this shamefull Lust The will of my most seeming vertuous Queene Oh Hamlet what a falling off was there From me whose loue was of that dignity That it went hand in hand euen with the Vow I made to her in Marriage and to decline Vpon a wretch whose Naturall gifts were poore To those of mine But Vertue as it neuer wil be moued Though Lewdnesse court it in a shape of Heauen So Lust though to a radiant Angell link'd Will sate it selfe in a Celestiallbed prey on Garbage But soft me thinkes I sent the Mornings Ayre Briefe let me be Sleeping within mine Orchard My custome alwayes in the afternoone Vpon my secure hower thy Vncle stole With iuyce of cursed Hebenon in a Violl And in the Porches of mine eares did poure The leaperous Distilment whose effect Holds such an enmity with bloud of Man That swift as Quick-siluer it courses through The naturall Gates and Allies of the Body And with a sodaine vigour it doth posset And curd like Aygre droppings into Milke The thin and wholsome blood so did it mine And a most instant Tetter bak'd
matter Hor. Nay good my Lord. Ham. It is but foolery but it is such a kinde of gain-giuing as would perhaps trouble a woman Hor. If your minde dislike any thing obey I will forestall their repaire hither and say you are not fit Ham. Not a whit we defie Augury there 's a speciall Prouidence in the fall of a sparrow If it be now 't is not to come if it bee not to come it will bee now if it be not now yet it will come the readinesse is all since no man ha's ought of what he leaues What is' t to leaue betimes Enter King Queene Laertes and Lords with other Attendants with Foyles and Gauntlets a Table and Flagons of Wine on it Kin. Come Hamlet come and take this hand from me Ham. Giue me your pardon Sir I 'ue done you wrong But pardon't as you are a Gentleman This presence knowes And you must needs haue heard how I am punisht With sore distraction What I haue done That might your nature honour and exception Roughly awake I heere proclaime was madnesse Wasâ—t Hamlet wrong'd Laertes Neuer Hamlet If Hamlet from himselfe be tane away And when he 's not himselfe do's wrong Laertes Then Hamlet does it not Hamlet denies it Who does it then His Madnesse If 't be so Hamlet is of the Faction that is wrong'd His madnesse is poore Hamlets Enemy Sir in this Audience Let my disclaiming from a purpos'd euill Free me so farre in your most generous thoughts That I haue shot mine Arrow o're the house And hurt my Mother Laer. I am satisfied in Nature Whose motiue in this case should stirre me most To my Reuenge But in my termes of Honor I stand aloofe and will no reconcilement Till by some elder Masters of knowne Honor I haue a voyce and president of peace To keepe my name vngorg'd But till that time I do receiue your offer'd loue like loue And wil not wrong it Ham. I do embrace it freely And will this Brothers wager frankely play Giue vs the Foyles Come on Laer. Come one for me Ham. I le be your foile Laertes in mine ignorance Your Skill shall like a Starre i' th' darkest night Sticke fiery off indeede Laer. You mocke me Sir Ham. No by this hand King Giue them the Foyles yong Osricke Cousen Hamlet you know the wagot Ham. Verie well my Lord Your Grace hath laide the oddes a' th' weaker side King I do not feare it I haue seene you both But since he is better'd we haue therefore oddes Laer. This is too heauy Let me see another Ham. This likes me well These Foyles haue all a length Prepare to play Osricke I my good Lord. King Set me the Stopes of wine vpon that Table If Hamlet giue the first or second hit Or quit in answer of the third exchange Let all the Battlements their Ordinance fire The King shal drinke to Hamlets better breath And in the Cup an vnion shal he throw Richer then that which foure successiue Kings In Denmarkes Crowne haue worne Giue me the Cups And let the Kettle to the Trumpets speake The Trumpet to the Cannoneer without The Cannons to the Heauens the Heauen to Earth Now the King drinkes to Hamlet Come begin And you the Iudges beare a wary eye Ham. Come on sir Laer. Come on sir They play Ham. One Laer. No. Ham. Iudgement Osr A hit a very palpable hit Laer. Well againe King Stay giue me drinke Hamlet this Pearle is thine Here 's to thy health Giue him the cup Trumpets sound and shot goes off Ham. I le play this bout first set by a-while Come Another hit what say you Laer. A touch a touch I do confesse King Our Sonne shall win Qu. He 's fat and scant of breath Heere 's a Napkin rub thy browes The Queene Carowses to thy fortune Hamlet Ham. Good Madam King Gertrude do not drinke Qu. I will my Lord I pray you pardon me King It is the poyson'd Cup it is too late Ham. I dare not drinke yet Madam By and by Qu. Come let me wipe thy face Laer. My Lord I le hit him now King I do not thinke 't Laer. And yet 't is almost ' gainst my conscience Ham. Come for the third Laertes you but daily I pray you passe with your best violence I am affear'd you make a wanton of me Laer. Say you so Come on Play Osr Nothing neither way Laer. Haue at you now In scuffling they change Rapiers King Part them they are incens'd Ham. Nay come againe Osr Looke to the Queene there hoa Hor. They bleed on both sides How is' t my Lord Osr How is' t Laertes Laer. Why as a Woodcocke To mine Sprindge Osricke I am iustly kill'd with mine owne Treacherie Ham. How does the Queene King She sounds to see them bleede Qu. No no the drinke the drinke Oh my deere Hamlet the drinke the drinke I am poyson'd Ham. Oh Villany How Let the doore be lock'd Treacherie seeke it out Laer. It is heere Hamlet Hamlet thou art slaine No Medicine in the world can do thee good In thee there is not halfe an houre of life The Treacherous Instrument is in thy hand Vnbated and envenom'd the foule practise Hath turn'd it selfe on me Loe heere I lye Neuer to rise againe Thy Mother 's poyson'd I can no more the King the King 's too blame Ham. The point envenom'd too Then venome to thy worke Hurts the King All. Treason Treason King O yet defend me Friends I am but hurt Ham. Heere thou incestuous murdrous Damned Dane Drinke off this Potion Is thy Vnion heere Follow my Mother King Dyes Laer. He is â—ustly seru'd It is a poyson temp'red by himselfe Exchange forgiuenesse with me Noble Hamlet Mine and my Fathers death come not vpon thee Nor thine on me Dyes Ham. Heauen make thee free of it I follow thee I am dead Horatio wretched Queene adiew You that looke pale and tremble at this chance That are but Mutes or audience to this acte Had I but time as this fell Sergeant death Is strick'd in his Arrest oh I could tell you But let it be Horatio I am dead Thou liu'st report me and my causes right To the vnsatisfied Hor. Neuer beleeue it I am more an Antike Roman then a Dane Heere 's yet some Liquor left Ham. As th' art a man giue me the Cup. Let go by Heauen I le haue 't Oh good Horatio what a wounded name Things standing thus vnknowne shall liue behind me If thou did'st euer hold me in thy heart Absent thee from felicitie awhile And in this harsh world draw thy breath in paine To tell my Storie March afarre off and shout within What warlike noyse is this Enter Osricke Osr Yong Fortinbras with conquest come froÌ„ Poland To th' Ambassadors of England giues this warlike volly Ham. O I dye Horatio The potent poyson quite ore-crowes my spirit I cannot liue to heare the Newes from England But I do prophesie th' election lights On Fortinbras he ha's
Displace our heads where thanks the Gods they grow And set them on Luds-Towne Bel. We are all vndone Gui. Why worthy Father what haue we to loose But that he swore to take our Liues the Law Protects not vs then why should we be tender To let an arrogant peece of flesh threat vs Play Iudge and Executioner all himselfe For we do feare the Law What company Discouer you abroad Bel. No single soule Can we set eye on but in all safe reason He must haue some Attendants Though his Honor Was nothing but mutation I and that From one bad thing to worse Not Frenzie Not absolute madnesse could so farre haue rau'd To bring him heere alone although perhaps It may be heard at Court that such as wee Caue heere hunt heere are Out-lawes and in time May make some stronger head the which he hearing As it is like him might breake out and sweare Heel'd fetch vs in yet is' t not probable To come alone either he so vndertaking Or they so suffering then on good ground we feare If we do feare this Body hath a taile More perillous then the head Arui Let Ord'nance Come as the Gods fore-say it howsoere My Brother hath done well Bel. I had no minde To hunt this day The Boy Fideles sickenesse Did make my way long forth Gui. With his owne Sword Which he did waue against my throat I haue tane His head from him I le throw 't into the Creeke Behinde our Rocke and let it to the Sea And tell the Fishes hee 's the Queenes Sonne Cloten That 's all I reake Exit Bel. I feare 't will be reueng'd Would Polidore thou had'st not done 't though valour Becomes thee well enough Arui Would I had done 't So the Reuenge alone pursu'de me Polidore I loue thee brotherly but enuy much Thou hast robb'd me of this deed I would Reuenges That possible strength might meet wold seek vs through And put vs to our answer Bel. Well 't is done Wee 'l hunt no more to day nor seeke for danger Where there 's no profit I prythee to our Rocke You and Fidele play the Cookes I le stay Till hasty Polidore returne and bring him To dinner presently Arui Poore sicke Fidele I le willingly to him to gaine his colour I l'd let a parish of such Clotens blood And praise my selfe for charity Exit Bel. Oh thou Goddesse Thou diuine Nature thou thy selfe thou blazon'st In these two Princely Boyes they are as gentle As Zephires blowing below the Violet Not wagging his sweet head and yet as rough Their Royall blood enchaf'd as the rud'st winde That by the top doth take the Mountaine Pine And make him stoope to th' Vale. 'T is wonder That an inuisible instinct should frame them To Royalty vnlearn'd Honor vntaught Ciuility not seene from other valour That wildely growes in them but yeelds a crop As if it had beene fow'd yet still it 's strange What Clotens being heere to vs portends Or what his death will bring vs. Enter Guidereus Gui. Where 's my Brother I haue sent Clotens Clot-pole downe the streame In Embassie to his Mother his Bodie 's hostage For his returne Solemn Musick Bel. My ingenuous Instrument Hearke Polidore it sounds but what occasion Hath Cadwal now to giue it motion Hearke Gui. Is he at home Bel. He went hence euen now Gui. What does he meane Since death of my deer'st Mother It did not speake before All solemne things Should answer solemne Accidents The matter Triumphes for nothing and lamenting Toyes Is iollity for Apes and greefe for Boyes Is Cadwall mad Enter Aruiragus with Imogen dead beating her in his Armes Bel. Looke heere he comes And brings the dire occasion in his Armes Of what we blame him for Arui The Bird is dead That we haue made so much on I had rather Haue skipt from sixteene yeares of Age to sixty To haue turn'd my leaping time into a Crutch Then haue seene this Gui. Oh sweetest fayrest Lilly My Brother weares thee not the one halfe so well As when thou grew'st thy selfe Bel. Oh Melancholly Who euer yet could sound thy bottome Finde The Ooze to shew what Coast thy sluggish care Might'st easilest harbour in Thou blessed thing Ioue knowes what man thou might'st haue made but I Thou dyed'st a most rare Boy of Melancholly How found you him Arui Starke as you see Thus smiling as some Fly had tickled slumber Not as deaths dart being laugh'd at his right Cheeke Reposing on a Cushion Gui. Where Arui O' th' floore His armes thus leagu'd I thought he slept and put My clowted Brogues from off my feete whose rudenesse Answer'd my steps too lowd Gui. Why he but sleepes If he be gone hee 'l make his Graue a Bed With female Fayries will his Tombe be haunted And Wormes will not come to thee Arui With fayrest Flowers Whil'st Sommer lasts and I liue heere Fidele I le sweeten thy sad graue thou shalt not lacke The Flower that 's like thy face Pale-Primrose nor The azur'd Hare-bell like thy Veines no nor The leafe of Eglantine whom not to slander Out-sweetned not thy breath the Raddocke would With Charitable bill Oh bill sore shaming Those rich-left-heyres that let their Fathers lye Without a Monument bring thee all this Yea and furr'd Mosse besides When Flowres are none To winter-ground thy Coarse Gui. Prythee haue done And do not play in Wench-like words with that Which is so serious Let vs bury him And not protract with admiration what Is now due debt To ' th' graue Arui Say where shall 's lay him Gui. By good Euriphile our Mother Arui Bee 't so And let vs Polidore though now our voyces Haue got the mannish cracke sing him to ' th' ground As once to our Mother vse like note and words Saue that Euriphile must be Fidele Gui. Cadwall I cannot sing I le weepe and word it with thee For Notes of sorrow out of tune are worse Then Priests and Phanes that lye Arui Wee 'l speake it then Bel. Great greefes I see med'cine the lesse For Cloten Is quite forgot He was a Queenes Sonne Boyes And though he came our Enemy remember He was paid for that though meane and mighty rotting Together haue one dust yet Reuerence That Angell of the world doth make distinction Of place 'tweene high and low Our Foe was Princely And though you tooke his life as being our Foe Yet bury him as a Prince Gui. Pray you fetch him hither Thersites body is as good as Aiax When neyther are aliue Arui If you 'l go fetch him Wee 'l say our Song the whil'st Brother begin Gui. Nay Cadwall we must lay his head to ' th' East My Father hath a reason for 't Arui 'T is true Gui. Come on then and remoue him Arui So begin SONG Guid. Feare no more the heate o' th' Sun Nor the furious Winters rages Thou thy worldly task hast don Home art gon and tane thy wages Golden Lads