this Tassell gentle backe againe Bondage is hoarse and may not speake aloud Else would I teare the Caue where Eccho lies And make her ayrie tongue more hoarse then With repetition of my Romeo Rom. It is my soule that calls vpon my name How siluer sweet sound Louers tongues by night Like softest Musicke to attending eares Iul. Romeo Rom. My Neece Iul. What a clock to morrow Shall I send to thee Rom. By the houre of nine Iul. I will not faile 't is twenty yeares till then I haue forgot why I did call thee backe Rom. Let me stand here till thou remember it Iul. I shall forget to haue thee still stand there Remembring how I Loue thy company Rom. And I le still stay to haue thee still forget Forgetting any other home but this Iul. 'T is almost morning I would haue thee gone And yet no further then a wantons Bird That let 's it hop a little from his hand Like a poore prisoner in his twisted Gyues And with a silken thred plucks it backe againe So louing Iealous of his liberty Rom. I would I were thy Bird. Iul. Sweet so would I Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing Good night good night Rom. Parting is such sweete sorrow That I shall say goodnight till it be morrow Iul. Sleepe dwell vpon thine eyes peace in thy brest Rom. Would I were sleepe and peace so sweet to rest The gray ey'd morne smiles on the frowning night Checkring the Easterne Clouds with streakes of light And darknesse fleckel'd like a drunkard reeles From forth dayes pathway made by Titans wheeles Hence will I to my ghostly Fries close Cell His helpe to craue and my deare hap to tell Exit Enter Frier alone with a basket Fri. The gray ey'd morne smiles on the frowning night Checkring the Easterne Cloudes with streaks of light And fleckled darknesse like a drunkard reeles From forth daies path and Titans burning wheeles Now ere the Sun aduance his burning eye The day to cheere and nights danke dew to dry I must vpfill this Osier Cage of ours With balefull weedes and precious Iuiced flowers The earth that 's Natures mother is her Tombe What is her burying graue that is her wombe And from her wombe children of diuers kind We sucking on her naturall bosome find Many for many vertues excellent None but for some and yet all different Omickle is the powerfull grace that lies In Plants Hearbs stones and their true qualities For nought so vile that on the earth doth liue But to the earth some speciall good doth giue Nor ought so good but strain'd from that faire vse Reuolts from true birth stumbling on abuse Vertue it selfe turnes vice being misapplied And vice sometime by action dignified Enter Romeo Within the infant rin'd of this weake flower Poyson hath residence and medicine power For this being smelt with that part cheares each part Being tasted slayes all sences with the heart Two such opposed Kings encampe them still In man as well as Hearbes grace and rude will And where the worser is predominant Full soone the Canker death eates vp that Plant. Rom. Good morrow Father Fri. Benedecite What early tongue so sweet saluteth me Young Sonne it argues a distempered head So soone to bid goodmorrow to thy bed Care keepes his watch in euery old mans eye And where Care lodges sleepe will neuer lye But where vnbrused youâ—h with vnstuft braine Doth couch his lims there golden sleepe doth raigne Therefore thy earlinesse doth me assure Thou art vprous'd with some diftemprature Or if not so then here I hit it right Our Romeo hath not beene in bed to night Rom. That last is true the sweeter rest was mine Fri. God pardon sin wast thou with Rosaline Rom. With Rosaline my ghostly Father No I haue forgot that name and that names woe Fri. That 's my good Son but wher hast thou bin then Rom. I le tell thee ere thou aske it me agen I haue beene feasting with mine enemie Where on a sâ—dden one hath wounded me That 's by me wounded both our remedies Within thy helpe and holy phisicke lies I beare no hatred blessed man for loe My intercession likewise steads my foe Fri. Be plaine good Son rest homely in thy drift Ridling confession findes but ridling shrift Rom Then plainly know my hearts deare Loue is set On the faire daughter of rich Capulet As mine on hers so hers is set on mine And all combin'd saue what thou must combine By holy marriage when and where and how We met we wooed and made exchange of vow I le tell thee as we passe but this I pray That thou consent to marrie vs to day Fri. Holy S. Francis what a change is heere Is Rosaline that thou didst Loue so deare So soone forsaken young mens Loue then lies Not truely in their hearts but in their eyes Iesu Maria what a deale of brine Hath washt thy sallow cheekes for Rosaline How much salt water throwne away in wast To season Loue that of it doth not tast The Sun not yet thy sighes from heauen cleares Thy old grones yet ringing in my auncient eares Lo here vpon thy cheeke the staine doth sit Of an old teare that is not washt off yet If ere thou wast thy selfe and these woes thine Thou and these woes were all for Rosaline And art thou chang'd pronounce this sentence then Women may fall when there 's no strength in men Rom. Thou chid'st me oft for louing Rosaline Fri. For doting not for louing pupill mine Rom. And bad'st me bury Loue. Fri. Not in a graue To lay one in another out to haue Rom. I pray thee chide me not her I Loue now Doth grace for grace and Loue for Loue allow The other did not so Fri. O she knew well Thy Loue did read by rote that could not spell But come young wauerer come goe with me In one respect I le thy assistant be For this alliance may so happy proue To turne your houshould rancor to pure Loue. Rom. O let vs hence I stand on sudden hast Fri. Wisely and slow they stumble that run fast Exeunt Enter Benuolio and Mercutio Mer. Where the deuâ—le should this Romeo be came he not home to night Ben. Not to his Fathers I spoke with his man Mer. Why that same pale hard-harted wench that Rosaline torments him so that he will sure run mad Ben. Tibalt the kinsman to old Capulet hath sent a Letter to his Fathers house Mer. A challenge on my life Ben. Romeo will answere it Mer. Any man that can write may answere a Letter Ben. Nay he will answere the Letters Maister how he dares being dared Mer. Alas poore Romeo he is already dead stab'd with a white wencheâ— blacke eye runne through the eare with a Loue song the very pinne of his heart cleft with the blind Bowe-boyes but-shaft and is he a man to encounter Tybalt Ben. Why what is Tibalt Mer. More then Prince of Cats Oh hee 's the
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
thee by Chaucer or Spenser or bid Beaumont lye A little further to make thee a roome Thou art a Moniment without a tombe And art aliue still while thy Booke doth liue And we haue wits to read and praise to giue That I not mixe thee so my braine excuses I meane with great but disproportion'd Muses For if I thought my iudgement were of yeeres I should commit thee surely with thy peeres And tell how farre thou didstst our Lily out-shine Or sporting Kid or Marlowes mighty line And though thou hadst small Latine and lesse Greeke From thence to honour thee I would not seeke For names but call forth thund'ring Aeschilus Euripides and Sophocles to vs Paccuuius Accius him of Cordoua dead To life againe to heare thy Buskin tread And shake a Stage Or when thy Sockes were on Leaue thee alone for the comparison Of all that insolent Greece or haughtie Rome sent forth or since did from their ashes come Triumph my Britaine thou hast one to showe To whom all Scenes of Europe homage owe. He was not of an age but for all time And all the Muses still were in their prime When like Apollo he came forth to warme Our eares or like a Mercury to charme Nature her selfe was proud of his designes And ioy'd to weare the dressing of his lines Which were so richly spun and wouen so fit As since she will vouchsafe no other Wit The merry Greeke tart Aristophanes Neat Terence witty Plautus now not please But antiquated and deserted lye As they were not of Natures family Yet must I not giue Nature all Thy Art My gentle Shakespeare must enioy a part For though the Poets matter Nature be His Art doth giue the fashion And that he Who casts to write a liuing line must sweat such as thine are and strike the second heat Vpon the Muses anuile turne the same And himselfe with it that he thinkes to frame Or for the lawrell he may gaine a scorne For a good Poet 's made as well as borne And such wert thou Looke how the fathers face Liues in his issue euen so the race Of Shakespeares minde and manners brightly shines In his well torned and true-filed lines In each of which he seemes to shake a Lance As brandish 't at the eyes of Ignorance Sweet Swan of Auon what a sight it were To see thee in our waters yet appeare And make those flights vpon the bankes of Thames That so did take Eliza and our Iames But stay I see thee in the Hemisphere Aduanc'd and made a Constellation there Shine forth thou Starre of Poets and with rage Or influence chide or cheere the drooping Stage Which since thy flight froÌ„ hence hath mourn'd like night And despaires day but for thy Volumes light BEN IONSON Vpon the Lines and Life of the Famous Scenicke Poet Master VVILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THose hands which you so clapt go now and wring You Britaines braue for done are Shakespeares dayes His dayes are done that made the dainty Playes Which made the Globe of heau'n and earth to ring Dry'de is that veine dry'd is the Thespian Spring Turn'd all to teares and Phoebus clouds his rayes That corp's that coffin now besticke those bayes Which crown'd him Poet first then Poets King If Tragedies might any Prologue haue All those he made would scarse make one to this Where Fame now that he gone is to the graue Deaths publique tyring-house the Nuncius is For though his line of life went soone about The life yet of his lines shall neuer out HVGH HOLLAND TO THE MEMORIE of the deceased Authour Maister W. SHAKESPEARE SHake-speare at length thy pious fellowes giue The world thy Workes thy Workes by which out-liue Thy Tombe thy name must when that stone is rent And Time dissolues thy Stratford Moniment Here we aliue shall view thee still This Booke When Brasse and Marble fade shall make thee looke Fresh to all Ages when Posteritie Shall loath what 's new thinke all is prodegie That is not Shake-speares eu'ry Line each Verse Here shall reuiue redeeme thee from thy Herse Nor Fire nor cankring Age as Naso said Of his thy wit-fraught Booke shall once inuade Nor shall I e're beleeue or thinke thee dead Though mist vntill our bankrout Stage be spâ—l Jmpossible with some new straine t' out-do Passions of Iuliet and her Romeo Or till J heare a Scene more nobly take Then when thy half-Sword parlying Romans spake Till these till any of thy Volumes rest Shall with more fire more feeling be exprest Be sure our Shake-speare thou canst neuer dye But crown'd with Lawrell liue eternally L. Digges To the memorie of M. W. Shake-speare VVEE wondred Shake-speare that thou went'st so soone From the Worlds-Stage to the Graues-Tyring-roome Wee thought thee dead but this thy printed worth Tels thy Spectators that thou went'st but forth To enter with applause An Actors Art Can dye and liue to acte a second part That 's but an Exit of Mortalitie This a Re-entrance to a Plaudite I.M. The Workes of William Shakespeare containing all his Comedies Histories and Tragedies Truely set forth according to their first ORJGJNALL The Names of the Principall Actors in all these Playes WIlliam Shakespeare Richard Burbadge John Hemmings Augustine Phillips William Kempt Thomas Poope George Bryan Henry Condell William Slye Richard Cowly e. John Lowine Samuell Crosse Alexander Cooke Samuel Gilburne Robert Armin. William Ostler Nathan Field John Vnderwood Nicholas Tooley William Ecclestone Joseph Taylor Robert Benfield Robert Goughe Richard Robinson Iohn Shancke Iohn Rice A CATALOGVE of the seuerall Comedies Histories and Tragedies contained in this Volume COMEDIES THe Tempest Folio 1. The two Gentlemen of Verona 20 The Merry Wiues of Windsor 38 Measure for Measure 61 The Comedy of Errours 85 Much adoo about Nothing 101 Loues Labour lost 122 Midsommer Nights Dreame 145 The Merchant of Venice 163 As you Like it 185 The Taming of the Shrew 208 All is well that Ends well 230 Twelfe-Night or what you will 255 The Winters Tale. 304 HISTORIES The Life and Death of King John Fol. 1. The Life death of Richard the second 23 The First part of King Henry the fourth 46 The Second part of K. Henry the fourth 74 The Life of King Henry the Fift 69 The First part of King Henry the Sixt. 96 The Second part of King Hen. the Sixt. 120 The Third part of King Henry the Sixt. 147 The Life Death of Richard the Third 173 The Life of King Henry the Eight 205 TRAGEDIES The Tragedy of Coriolanus Fol. 1. Titus Andronicus 31 Romeo and Juliet 53 Timon of Athens 80 The Life and death of Julius Caesar 109 The Tragedy of Macbeth 131 The Tragedy of Hamlet 152 King Lear. 283 Othello the Moore of Venice 310 Anthony and Cleopater 346 Cymbeline King of Britaine 369 THE TEMPEST Actus primus Scena prima A tempestuous noise of Thunder and Lightning heard Enter a Ship-master and a Boteswaine Master BOte-swaine Botes Heere Master
brother die More then our Brother is our Chastitie I le tell him yet of Angelo's request And fit his minde to death for his soules rest Exit Actus Tertius Scena Prima Enter Duke Claudio and Prouost Du. So then you hope of pardon from Lord Angelo Cla. The miserable haue no other medicine But onely hope I' haue hope to liue and am prepar'd to die Duke Be absolute for death either death or life Shall thereby be the sweeter Reason thus with life If I do loose thee I do loose a thing That none but fooles would keepe a breath thou art Seruile to all the skyie-influences That dost this habitation where thou keepst Hourely afflict Meerely thou art deaths foole For him thou labourst by thy flight to shun And yet runst toward him still Thou art not noble For all th' accommodations that thou bearst Are nurst by basenesse Thou' rt by no meanes valiant For thou dost feare the soft and tender forke Of a poore worme thy best of rest is sleepe And that thou oft prouoakst yet grosselie fearst Thy death which is no more Thou art not thy selfe For thou exists on manie a thousand graines That issue out of dust Happie thou art not For what thou hast not still thou striu'st to get And what thou hast forgetst Thou art not certaine For thy complexion shifts to strange effects After the Moone If thou art rich thou' rt poore For like an Asse whose backe with Ingots bowes Thou bearst thy heauie riches but a iournie And death vnloads thee Friend hast thou none For thine owne bowels which do call thee fire The meere effusion of thy proper loines Do curse the Gowt Sapego and the Rheume For ending thee no sooner Thou hast nor youth nor age But as it were an after-dinners sleepe Dreaming on both for all thy blessed youth Becomes as aged and doth begge the almes Of palsied-Eld and when thou art old and rich Thou hast neither heate affection limbe nor beautie To make thy riches pleasant what 's yet in this That beares the name of life Yet in this life Lie hid moe thousand deaths yet death we feare That makes these oddes all euen Cla. I humblie thanke you To sue to liue I finde I seeke to die And seeking death finde life Let it come on Enter Isabella Isab What hoa Peace heere Grace and good companie Pro. Who 's there Come in the wish deserues a welcome Duke Deere sir ere long I le visit you againe Cla. Most bolie Sir I thanke you Isa My businesse is a word or two with Claudio Pro. And verie welcom looke Signior here 's your sister Duke Prouost a word with you Pro. As manie as you please Duke Bring them to heare me speak where I may be conceal'd Cla. Now sister what 's the comfort Isa Why As all comforts are most good most good indeede Lord Angelo hauing affaires to heauen Intends you for his swift Ambassador Where you shall be an euerlasting Leiger Therefore your best appointment make with speed To Morrow you set on Clau. Is there no remedie Isa None but such remedie as to saue a head To cleaue a heart in twaine Clau. But is there anie Isa Yes brother you may liue There is a diuellish mercie in the Iudge If you 'l implore it that will free your life But fetter you till death Cla. Perpetuall durance Isa I iust perpetuall durance a restraint Through all the worlds vastiditie you had To a determin'd scope Clau. But in what nature Isa In such a one as you consenting too 't Would barke your honor from that trunke you beare And leaue you naked Clau. Let me know the point Isa Oh I do feare thee Claudio and I quake Least thou a feauorous life shouldst entertaine And six or seuen winters more respect Then a perpetuall Honor. Dar'st thou die The sence of death is most in apprehension And the poore Beetle that we treade vpon In corporall sufferance finds a pang as great As when a Giant dies Cla. Why giue you me this shame Thinke you I can a resolution fetch From flowrie tendernesse If I must die I will encounter darknesse as a bride And hugge it in mine armes Isa There spake my brother there my fathers graue Did vtter forth a voice Yes thou must die Thou art too noble to conserue a life In base appliances This outward sainted Deputie Whose setled visagn and deliberate word Nips youth i' th head and follies doth â—new As Falcon doth the Fowle is yet a diuell His filth within being cast he would appeare A pond as deepe as hell Cla. The prenzie Angelo Isa Oh 't is the cunning Liuerie of hell The damnest bodie to inuest and couer In prenzie gardes dost thou thinke Claudio If I would yeeld him my virginitie Thou might'st be freed Cla. Oh heauens it cannot be Isa Yes he would giu 't thee from this rank offence So to offend him still This night 's the time That I should do what I abhorre to name Or else thou diest to morrow Clau. Thou shalt not do 't Isa O were it but my life I 'de throw it downe for your deliuerance As frankely as a pin Clau. Thankes deere Isabell Isa Be readie Claudio for your death to morrow Clau. Yes Has he affections in him That thus can make him bite the Law by th' nose When he would force it Sure it is no sinne Or of the deadly seuen it is the least Isa Which is the least Cla. If it were damnable he being so wise Why would he for the momentarie tricke Be perdurablie fin'de Oh Isabell Isa What saies my brother Cla. Death is a fearefull thing Isa And shamed life a hatefull Cla. I but to die and go we know not where To lie in cold obstruction and to rot This sensible warme motion to become A kneaded clod And the delighted spirit To bath in fierie floods or to recide In thrilling Region of thicke-ribbed Ice To be imprison'd in the viewlesse windes And blowne with restlesse violence round about The pendant world or to be worse then worst Of those that lawlesse and incertaine thought Imagine howling 't is too horrible The weariest and most loathed worldly life That Age Ache periury and imprisonment Can lay on nature is a Paradise To what we feare of death Isa Alas alas Cla. Sweet Sister let me liue What sinne you do to saue a brothers life Nature dispenses with the deede so farre That it becomes a vertue Isa Oh you beast Oh faithlesse Coward oh dishonest wretch Wilt thou be made a man out of my vice Is' t not a kinde of Incest to take life From thine owne sisters shame What should I thinke Heauen shield my Mother plaid my Father faire For such a warped slip of wildernesse Nere issu'd from his blood Take my defiance Die perish Might but my bending downe Repreeue thee from thy fate it should proceede I le pray a thousand praiers for thy death No word to saue thee Cla. Nay heare
not thy complement I forgiue thy duetie adue Maid Good Costard go with me Sir God saue your life Cost Haue with thee my girle Exit Hol. Sir you haue done this in the feare of God very religiously and as a certaine Father saith Ped. Sir tell not me of the Father I do feare colourable colours But to returne to the Verses Did they please you sir Nathaniel Nath. Marueilous well for the pen. Peda. I do dine to day at the fathers of a certaine Pupill of mine where if being repast it shall please you to gratifie the table with a Grace I will on my priuiledge I haue with the parents of the foresaid Childe or Pupill vndertake your bien vonuto where I will proue those Verses to be very vnlearned neither sauouring of Poetrie Wit nor Inuention I beseech your Societie Nat. And thanke you to for societie saith the text is the happinesse of life Peda. And certes the text most infallibly concludes it Sir I do inuite you too you shall not say me nay pauca verba Away the gentles are at their game and we will to our recreation Exeunt Enter Berowne with a Paper in his hand alone Bero. The King he is hunting the Deare I am coursing my selfe They haue pitcht a Toyle I am toyling in a pytch pitch that defiles defile a foule word Well set thee downe sorrow for so they say the foole said and so say I and I the foole Well proued wit By the Lord this Loue is as mad as Aiax it kils sheepe it kils mee I a sheepe Well proued againe a my side I will not loue if I do hang me yfaith I will not O but her eye by this light but for her eye I would not loue her yes for her two eyes Well I doe nothing in the world but lye and lye in my throate By heauen I doe loue and it hath taught mee to Rime and to be mallicholie and here is part of my Rime and heere my mallicholie Well she hath one a' my Sonnets already the Clowne bore it the Foole sent it and the Lady hath it sweet Clowne sweeter Foole sweetest Lady By the world I would not care a pin if the other three were in Here comes one with a paper God giue him grace to grone He stands aside The King entreth Kin. Ay mee Ber. Shot by heauen proceede sweet Cupid thou hast thumpt him with thy Birdbolt vnder the left pap in faith secrets King So sweete a kisse the golden Sunne giues not To those fresh morning drops vpon the Rose As thy eye beames when their fresh rayse haue smot The night of dew that on my cheekes downe flowes Nor shines the siluer Moone one halfe so bright Through the transparent bosome of the deepe As doth thy face through teares of mine giue light Thou shin'st in euery teare that I doe weepe No drop but as a Coach doth carry thee So ridest thou triumphing in my woe Do but behold the teares that swell in me And they thy glory through my griefe will show But doe not loue thy selfe then thou wilt keepe My teares for glasses and still make me weepe O Queene of Queenes how farre dost thou excell No thought can thinke nor tongue of mortall tell How shall she know my griefes I le drop the paper Sweet leaues shade folly Who is he comes heere Enter Longauile The King steps aside What Longauill and reading listen eare Ber. Now in thy likenesse one more foole appeare Long. Ay me I am forsworne Ber. Why he comes in like a periure wearing papers Long. In loue I hope sweet fellowship in shame Ber. One drunkard loues another of the name Lon. Am I the first y t haue been periur'd so Ber. I could put thee in comfort not by two that I know Thou makest the triumphery the corner cap of societie The shape of Loues Tiburne that hangs vp simplicitie Lon. I feare these stubborn lines lack power to moue O sweet Maria Empresse of my Loue These numbers will I teare and write in prose Ber. O Rimes are gards on wanton Cupids hose Disfigure not his Shop Lon. This same shall goe He reades the Sonnet Did not the heauenly Rhetoricke of thine eye ' Gainst whom the world cannot hold argument Perswade my heart to this false periurie Vowes for thee broke deserue not punishment A woman I forswore but I will proue Thou being a Goddesse I forswore not thee My Vow was earthly thou a heauenly Loue. Thy grace being gain'd cures all disgrace in me Vowes are but breath and breath a vapour is Then thou faire Sun which on my earth doest shine Exhalest this vapor-vow in thee it is If broken then it is no fault of mine If by me broke What foole is not so wise To loose an oath to win a Paradise Ber. This is the liuer veine which makes flesh a deity A greene Goose a Coddesse pure pure Idolatry God amend vs God amend we are much out o' th' way Enter Dumaine Lon. By whom shall I send this company Stay Bero. All hid all hid an old infant play Like a demie God here sit I in the skie And wretched fooles secrets heedfully ore-eye More Sacks to the myll O heauens I haue my wish Dumaine transform'd foure Woodcocks in a dish Dum. O most diuine Kate. Bero. O most prophane coxcombe Dum. By heauen the wonder of a mortall eye Bero. By earth she is not corporall there you lye Dum. Her Amber haires for foule hath amber coted Ber. An Amber coloured Rauen was well noted Dum. As vpright as the Cedar Ber. Stoope I say her shoulder is with-child Dum. As faire as day Ber. I as some daies but then no sunne must shine Dum. O that I had my wish Lon. And I had mine Kin. And mine too good Lord. Ber. Amen so I had mine Is not that a good word Dum. I would forget her but a Feuer she Raignes in my bloud and will remembred be Ber. A Feuer in your bloud why then incision Would let her out in Sawcers sweet misprision Dum. Once more I le read the Ode that I haue writ Ber. Once more I le marke how Loue can varry Wit Dumane reades his Sonnet On a day alack the day Loue whose Month is euery May Spied a blossome passing faire Playing in the wanton ayre Through the Veluet leaues the winde All vnseene can passage finde That the Louer sicke to death Wish himselfe the heauens breath Ayre quoth he thy cheekes may blowe Ayre would I might triumph so But alacke my hand is sworne Nere to plucke thee from thy throne Vow alacke for youth vnmeete Youth so apt to plucke a sweet Doe not call it sinne in me That I am forsworne for thee Thou for whom loue would sweare Iuno but an Aethiop were And denie himselfe for Ioue Turning mortall for thy Loue. This will I send and something else more plaine That shall expresse my true-loues fasting paine O would the King Berowne and Longauill Were Louers too ill
Lord your Grace is periur'd much Full of deare guiltinesse and therefore this If for my Loue as there is no such cause You will do ought this shall you do for me Your oth I will not trust but go with speed To some forlorne and naked Hermitage Remote from all the pleasures of the world There stay vntill the twelue Celestiall Signes Haue brought about their annuall reckoning If this austere insociable life Change not your offer made in heate of blood If frosts and fasts hard lodging and thin weeds Nip not the gaudie blossomes of your Loue But that it beare this triall and last loue Then at the expiration of the yeare Come challenge me challenge me by these deserts And by this Virgin palme now kissing thine I will be thine and till that instant shut My wofull selfe vp in a mourning house Raining the teares of lamentation For the remembrance of my Fathers death If this thou do denie let our hands part Neither intitled in the others hart Kin. If this or more then this I would denie To flatter vp these powers of mine with rest The sodaine hand of death close vp mine eie Hence euer then my heart is in thy brest Ber. And what to me my Loue and what to me Ros You must be purged too your sins are rack'd You are attaint with faults and periurie Therefore if you my fauor meane to get A tweluemonth shall you spend and neuer rest But seeke the wearie beds of people sicke Du. But what to me my loue but what to me Kat. A wife a beard faire health and honestie With three-fold loue I wish you all these three Du. O shall I say I thanke you gentle wife Kat. Not so my Lord a tweluemonth and a day I le marke no words that smoothfac'd wooers say Come when the King doth to my Ladie come Then if I haue much loue I le giue you some Dum. I le serue thee true and faithfully till then Kath. Yet sweare not least ye be forsworne agen Lon. What saies Maria Mari. At the tweluemonths end I le change my blacke Gowne for a faithfull friend Lon. I le stay with patience but the time is long Mari. The liker you few taller are so yong Ber. Studies my Ladie Mistresse looke on me Behold the window of my heart mine eie What humble suite attends thy answer there Impose some seruice on me for my loue Ros Oft haue I heard of you my Lord Berowne Before I saw you and the worlds large tongue Proclaimes you for a man repleate with mockes Full of comparisons and wounding floutes Which you on all estates will execute That lie within the mercie of your wit To weed this Wormewood from your fruitfull braine And therewithall to win me if you please Without the which I am not to be won You shall this tweluemonth terme from day to day Visite the speechlesse sicke and still conuerse With groaning wretches and your taske shall be With all the fierce endeuour of your wit To enforce the pained impotent to smile Ber. To moue wilde laughter in the throate of death It cannot be it is impossible Mirth cannot moue a soule in agonie Ros Why that 's the way to choke a gibing spirit Whose influence is begot of that loose grace Which shallow laughing hearers giue to fooles A iests prosperitie lies in the eare Of him that heares it neuer in the tongue Of him that makes it then if sickly eares Deaft with the clamors of their owne deare grones Will heare your idle scornes continue then And I will haue you and that fault withall But if they will not throw away that spirit And I shal finde you emptie of that fault Right ioyfull of your reformation Ber. A tweluemonth Well befall what will befall I le iest a tweluemonth in an Hospitall Qu. I sweet my Lord and so I take my leaue King No Madam we will bring you on your way Ber. Our woing doth not end like an old Play Iacke hath not Gill these Ladies courtesie Might wel haue made our sport a Comedie Kin. Come sir it wants a tweluemonth and a day And then 't wil end Ber. That 's too long for a play Enter Braggart Brag. Sweet Maiesty vouchsafe me Qu. Was not that Hector Dum. The worthie Knight of Troy Brag. I wil kisse thy royal finger and take leaue I am a Votarie I haue vow'd to Iaquenetta to holde the Plough for her sweet loue three yeares But most esteemed greatnesse wil you heare the Dialogue that the two Learned men haue compiled in praise of the Owle and the Cuckow It should haue followed in the end of our shew Kin. Call them forth quickely we will do so Brag. Holla Approach Enter all This side is Hiems Winter This Ver the Spring the one maintained by the Owle Th' other by the Cuckow Ver begin The Song When Dasies pied and Violets blew And Cuckow-buds of yellow hew And Ladie-smockes all siluer white Do paint the Medowes with delight The Cuckow then on euerie tree Mockes married men for thus sings he Cuckow Cuckow Cuckow O word of feare Vnpleasing to a married eare When Shepheards pipe on Oaten strawes And merrie Larkes are Ploughmens clockes When Turtles tread and Rookes and Dawes And Maidens bleach their summer smockes The Cuckow then on euerie tree Mockes married men for thus sings he Cuckow Cuckow Cuckow O word of feare Vnpleasing to a married eare Winter When Isicles hang by the wall And Dicke the Sphepheard blowes his naile And Tom beares Logges into the hall And Milke comes frozen home in paile When blood is nipt and waies be fowle Then nightly sings the staring Owle Tu-whit to-who A merrie note While greasie Ione doth keele the pot When all aloud the winde doth blow And cossing drownes the Parsons saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marrians nose lookes red and raw When roasted Crabs hisse in the bowle Then nightly sings the staring Owle Tu-whit to who A merrie note While greasie Ione doth keele the pot Brag. The Words of Mercurie Are harsh after the songs of Apollo You that way we this way Exeunt omnes FINIS A MIDSOMMER Nights Dreame Actus primus Enter Theseus Hippolita with others Theseus NOw faire Hippolita our nuptiall houre Drawes on apace foure happy daies bring in Another Moon but oh me thinkes how slow This old Moon wanes She lingers my desires Like to a Step-dame or a Dowager Long withering out a yong mans reuennew Hip. Foure daies wil quickly steep thēselues in nights Foure nights wil quickly dreame away the time And then the Moone like to a siluer bow Now bent in heauen shal behold the night Of our solemnities The. Go Philostrate Stirre vp the Athenian youth to merriments Awake the pert and nimble spirit of mirth Turne melancholy forth to Funerals The pale companion is not for our pompe Hippolita I woo'd thee with my sword And wonne thy loue doing thee iniuries But I will wed thee in another
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
more When truth kils truth O diuelish holy fâ—ay These vowes are Hermias Will you giue her ore Weigh oath with oath and you will nothing weigh Your vowes to her and me put in two scales Will euen weigh and both as light as tales Lys I had no iudgement when to her I swore Hel. Nor none in my minde now you giue her ore Lys Demetrius loues her and he loues not you Awa Dem. O Helen goddesse nimph perfect diuine To what my loue shall I compare thine eyne Christall is muddy O how ripe in show Thy lips those kissing cherries tempting grow That pure congealed white high Taurus snow Fan'd with the Easterne winde turnes to a crow When thou holdst vp thy hand O let me kisse This Princesse of pure white this seale of blisse Hell O spight O hell I see you are all bent To set against me for your merriment If you were ciuill and knew curtesie You would not doe me thus much iniury Can you not hate me as I know you doe But you must ioyne in soules to mocke me to If you are men as men you are in show You would not vse a gentle Lady so To vow and sweare and superpraise my parts When I am sure you hate me with your hearts You both are Riuals and loue Hermia And now both Râ—uals to mocke Helena A trim exploit a manly enterprize To coniure teares vp in a poore maids eyes With your derision none of noble sort Would so offend a Virgin and extort A poore soules patience all to make you sport Lysa You are vnkind Demetrius be not so For you loue Hermia this you know I know And here with all good will with all my heart In Hermias loue I yeeld you vp my part And yours of Helena to me bequeath Whom I do loue and will do to my death Hel. Neuer did mockers wast more idle breth Dem. Lysander keep thy Hermia I will none If ere I lou'd her all that loue is gone My heart to her but as guest-wise soiourn'd And now to Helen it is home return'd There to remaine Lys It is not so De. Disparage not the faith thou dost not know Lest to thy perill thou abide it deare Looke where thy Loue comes yonder is thy deare Enter Hermia Her Dark night that from the eye his function takes The eare more quicke of apprehension makes Wherein it doth impaire the seeing sense It paies the hearing double recompence Thou art not by mine eye Lysander found Mine eare I thanke it brought me to that sound But why vnkindly didst thou leaue me so Lysan Why should hee stay whom Loue doth presse to go Her What loue could presse Lysander from my side Lys Lysanders loue that would not let him bide Faire Helena who more engilds the night Then all you fierie oes and eies of light Why seek'st thou me Could not this make thee know The hate I bare thee made me leaue thee so Her You speake not as you thinke it cannot be Hel. Loe she is one of this confederacy Now I perceiue they haue conioyn'd all three To fashion this false sport in spight of me Iniurious Hermia most vngratefull maid Haue you conspir'd haue you with these contriu'd To baite me with this foule derision Is all the counsell that we two haue shar'd The sisters vowes the houres that we haue spent When wee haue chid the hasty footed time For parting vs O is all forgot All schooledaies friendship child-hood innocence We Hermia like two Artificiall gods Haue with our needles created both one flower Both on one sampler sitting on one cushion Both warbling of one song both in one key As if our hands our sides voices and mindes Had beene incorporate So we grew together Like to a double cherry seeming parted But yet a vnion in partition Two louely berries molded on one stem So with two seeming bodies but one heart Two of the first life coats in Heraldry Due but to one and crowned with one crest And will you rent our ancient loue asunder To ioyne with men in scorning your poore friend It is not friendly 't is not maidenly Our sexe as well as I may chide you for it Though I alone doe feele the iniurie Her I am amazed at your passionate words I scorne you not It seemes that you scorne me Hel. Haue you not set Lysander as in scorne To follow me and praise my eies and face And made your other loue Demetrius Who euen but now did spurne me with his foote To call me goddesse nimph diuine and rare Precious celestiall Wherefore speakes he this To her he hates And wherefore doth Lysander Denie your loue so rich within his soule And tender me forsooth affection But by your setting on by your consent What though I be not so in grace as you So hung vpon with loue so fortunate But miserable most to loue vnlou'd This you should pittie rather then despise Her I vnderstand not what you meane by this Hel. I doe perseuer counterfeit sad lookes Make mouthes vpon me when I turne my backe Winke each at other hold the sweete iest vp This sport well carried shall be chronicled If you haue any pittie grace or manners You would not make me such an argument But fare ye well 't is partly mine owne fault Which death or absence soone shall remedie Lys Stay gentle Helena heare my excuse My loue my life my soule faire Helena Hel. O excellent Her Sweete do not scorne her so Dem. If she cannot entreate I can compell Lys Thou canst compell no more then she entreate Thy threats haue no more strength then her weak praise Helen I loue thee by my life I doe I sweare by that which I will lose for thee To proue him false thaâ— saies I loue thee not Dem. I say I loue thee more then he can do Lys If thou say so with-draw and proue it too Dem. Quick come Her Lysander whereto tends all this Lys Away you Ethiope Dem. No no Sir seeme to breake loose Take on as you would follow But yet come not you are a tame man go Lys Hang off thou cat thou but vile thing let loose Or I will shake thee from me like a serpent Her Why are you growne so rude What change is this sweete Loue Lys Thy loue out tawny Tartar out Out loathed medicine O hated poison hence Her Do you not iest Hel. Yes sooth and so do you Lys Demetrius I will keepe my word with thee Dem. I would I had your bond for I perceiue A weake bond holds you I le not trust your word Lys What should I hâ—t her strike her kill her dead Although I hate her I le not harme her so Her What can you do me greater harme then hate Hate me wherefore O me what newes my Loue Am not I Hermia Are not you Lysander I am as faire now as I was ere while Since night you lou'd me yet since night you left me Why then you left me O the
G. Is it not meant damnable in vs to be Trumpeters of our vnlawfull intents We shall not then haue his company to night Cap. E. Not till after midnight for hee is dieted to his houre Cap. G. That approaches apace I would gladly haue him see his company anathomiz'd that hee might take a measure of his owne iudgements wherein so curiously he had set this counterfeit Cap. E. We will not meddle with him till he come for his presence must be the whip of the other Cap. G. In the meane time what heare you of these Warres Cap. E. I heare there is an ouerture of peace Cap. G. Nay I assure you a peace concluded Cap. E. What will Count Rossillion do then Will he trauaile higher or returne againe into France Cap. G. I perceiue by this demand you are not altogether of his councell Cap. E. Let it be forbid sir so should I bee a great deale of his act Cap. G. Sir his wife some two months since fledde from his house her pretence is a pilgrimage to Saint Iaques le grand which holy vndertaking with most austere sanctimonie she accomplisht and there residing the tendernesse of her Nature became as a prey to her greefe in fine made a groane of her last breath now she sings in heauen Cap. E. How is this iustified Cap. G. The stronger part of it by her owne Letters which makes her storie true euen to the poynt of her death her death it selfe which could not be her office to say is come was faithfully confirm'd by the Rector of the place Cap. E. Hath the Count all this intelligence Cap. G. I and the particular confirmations point from point to the full arming of the veritie Cap. E. I am heartily sorrie that hee 'l bee gladde of this Cap. G. How mightily sometimes we make vs comforts of our losses Cap. E. And how mightily some other times wee drowne our gaine in teares the great dignitie that his valour hath here acquir'd for him shall at home be encountred with a shame as ample Cap. G. The webbe of our life is of a mingled yarne good and ill together our vertues would bee proud if our faults whipt them not and our crimes would dispaire if they were not cherish'd by our vertues Enter a Messenger How now Where 's your master Ser. He met the Duke in the street sir of whom hee hath taken a solemne leaue his Lordshippe will next morning for France The Duke hath offered him Letters of commendations to the King Cap. E. They shall bee no more then needfull there if they were more then they can commend Enter Count Rossillion Ber. They cannot be too sweete for the Kings tartnesse heere 's his Lordship now How now my Lord i' st not after midnight Ber. I haue to night dispatch'd sixteene businesses a moneths length a peece by an abstract of successe I haue congied with the Duke done my adieu with his neerest buried a wife mourn'd for her writ to my Ladie mother I am returning entertain'd my Conuoy betweene these maine parcels of dispatch affected many nicer needs the last was the greatest but that I haue not ended yet Cap. E. If the businesse bee of any difficulty and this morning your departure hence it requires hast of your Lordship Ber. I meane the businesse is not ended as fearing to heare of it hereafter but shall we haue this dialogue betweene the Foole and the Soldiour Come bring forth this counterfet module haâ—s deceiu'd mee like a double-meaning Prophesier Cap. E. Bring him forth ha's sate i' th stockes all night poore gallant knaue Ber. No matter his heeles haue deseru'd it in vsurping his spurres so long How does he carry himselfe Cap. E. I haue told your Lordship alreadie The stockes carrie him But to answer you as you would be vnderstood hee weepes like a wench that had shed her milke he hath confest himselfe to Morgan whom hee supposes to be a Friar froÌ„ the time of his remembrance to this very instant disaster of his setting i' th stockes and what thinke you he hath confest Ber. Nothing of me ha's a Cap. E. His confession is taken and it shall bee read to his face if your Lordshippe be in 't as I beleeue you are you must haue the patience to heare it Enter Parolles with his Interpreter Ber. A plague vpon him muffeld he can say nothing of me hush hush Cap. G. Hoodman comes Portotartarossa Inter. He calles for the tortures what will you say without em Par. I will confesse what I know without constraint If ye pinch me like a Pasty I can say no more Int. Bosko Chimurcho Cap. Boblibindo chicurmurco Int. You are a mercifull Generall Our Generall bids you answer to what I shall aske you out of a Note Par. And truly as I hope to liue Int. First demand of him how many horse the Duke is strong What say you to that Par. Fiue or sixe thousand but very weake and vnseruiceable the troopes are all scattered and the Commanders verie poore rogues vpon my reputation and credit and as I hope to liue Int. Shall I set downe your answer so Par. Do I le take the Sacrament on 't how which way you will all 's one to him Ber. What a past-sauing slaue is this Cap. G. Y' are deceiu'd my Lord this is Mounsieur Parrolles the gallant militarist that was his owne phrase that had the whole theoricke of warre in the knot of his scarfe and the practise in the chape of his dagger Cap. E. I will neuer trust a man againe for keeping his sword cleane nor beleeue he can haue euerie thing in him by wearing his apparrell neatly Int. Well that 's set downe Par. Fiue or six thousand horse I sed I will say true or thereabouts set downe for I le speake truth Cap. G. He 's very neere the truth in this Ber. But I con him no thankes for 't in the nature he deliuers it Par. Poore rogues I pray you say Int. Well that 's set downe Par. I humbly thanke you sir a truth 's a truth the Rogues are maruailous poore Interp. Demaund of him of what strength they are a foot What say you to that Par. By my troth sir if I were to liue this present houre I will tell true Let me see Spurio a hundred fiftie Sebastian so many Corambus so many Iaques so many Guiltian Cosmo Lodowicke and Gratij two hundred fiftie each Mine owne Company Chitopher Vaumond Bentij two hundred fiftie each so that the muster file rotten and sound vppon my life amounts not to fifteene thousand pole halfe of the which dare not shake the snow from off their Cassockes least they shake themselues to peeces Ber. What shall be done to him Cap. G. Nothing but let him haue thankes Demand of him my condition and what credite I haue with the Duke Int. Well that 's set downe you shall demaund of him whether one Captaine Dumaine bee i' th Campe a
of woman i st Vio Of your complection Du. She is not worth thee then What yeares ifaith Vio. About your yeeres my Lord. Du. Too old by heauen Let still the woman take An elder then her selfe so weares she to him So swayes she leuell in her husbands heart For boy howeuer we do praise our seiues Our fancies are more giddie and vnfirme More longing wauering sooner lost and worne Then womens are Vio I thinke it well my Lord. Du. Then let thy Loue be yonger then thy selfe Or thy affection cannot hold the bent For women are as Roses whose faire flowre Being once displaid doth fall that verie howre Vio. And so they are alas that they are so To die euen when they to perfection grow Enter Curio Clowne Du. O fellow come the song we had last night Marke it Cesario it is old and plaine The Spinsters and the Knitters in the Sun And the free maides that weaue their thred with bones Do vse to chaunt it it is silly sooth And dallies with the innocence of loue Like the old age Clo. Are you ready Sir Duke I prethee sing Musicke The Song Come away come away death And in sad cypresse let me be laide Fye away fie away breath I am slaine by a faire cruell maide My shrowd of white stuck all with Ew O prepare it My part of death no one so true did share it Not a flower not a flower sweete On my blacke coffin let there be strewne Not a friend not a friend greet My poore corpes where my bones shall be throwne A thousand thousand sighes to saue lay me ô where Sad true louer neuer find my graue to weepe there Du. There 's for thy paines Clo. No paines sir I take pleasure in singing sir Du. I le pay thy pleasure then Clo. Truely sir and pleasure will be paide one time or another Du. Giue me now leaue to leaue thee Clo. Now the melancholly God protect thee and the Tailor make thy doublet of changeable Taffata for thy minde is a very Opall I would haue men of such constancie put to Sea that their businesse might be euery thing and their intent euerie where for that 's it that alwayes makes a good voyage of nothing Farewell Exit Du. Let all the rest giue place Once more Cesario Get thee to yond same soueraigne crueltie Tell her my loue more noble then the world Prizes not quantitie of dirtie lands The parts that fortune hath bestow'd vpon her Tell her I hold as giddily as Fortune But 't is that miracle and Queene of Iems That nature prankes her in attracts my soule Vio. But if she cannot loue you sir Du. It cannot be so answer'd Vio. Sooth but you must Say that some Lady as perhappes there is Hath for your loue as great a pang of heart As you haue for Oliuia you cannot loue her You tel her so Must she not then be answer'd Du. There is no womans sides Can bide the beating of so strong a passion As loue doth giue my heart no womans heart So bigge to hold so much they lacke retention Alas their loue may be call'd appetite No motion of the Liuer but the Pallat That suffer surfet cloyment and reuolt But mine is all as hungry as the Sea And can digest as much make no compare Betweene that loue a woman can beare me And that I owe Oliuia Vio I but I know Du. What dost thou knowe Vio Too well what loue women to men may owe In faith they are as true of heart as we My Father had a daughter lou'd a man As it might be perhaps were I a woman I should your Lordship Du. And what 's her history Vio. A blanke my Lord she neuer told her loue But let concealment like a worme i' th budde Feede on her damaske cheeke she pin'd in thought And with a greene and yellow melancholly She sate like Patience on a Monument Smiling at greefe Was not this loue indeede We men may say more sweare more but indeed Our shewes are more then will for still we proue Much in our vowes but little in our loue Du. But di'de thy sister of her loue my Boy Vio. I am all the daughters of my Fathers house And all the brothers too and yet I know not Sir shall I to this Lady Du. I that 's the Theame To her in haste giue her this Iewell say My loue can giue no place bide no denay exeunt Scena Quinta Enter Sir Toby Sir Andrew and Fabian To. Come thy wayes Signior Fabian Fab. Nay I le come if I loose a scruple of this sport let me be boyl'd to death with Melancholly To. Wouldst thou not be glad to haue the niggardly Rascally sheepe-biter come by some notable shame Fa. I would exult man you know he brought me out o' fauour with my Lady about a Beare-baiting heere To. To anger him wee 'l haue the Beare againe and we will foole him blacke and blew shall we not sir Andrew An. And we do not it is pittie of our liues Enter Maria. To. Heere comes the little villaine How now my Mettle of India Mar. Get ye all three into the box tree Maluolio's comming downe this walke he has beene yonder i' the Sunne practising behauiour to his own shadow this halfe houre obserue him for the loue of Mockerie for I know this Letter wil make a contemplatiue Ideot of him Close in the name of ieasting lye thou there for heere comes the Trowt that must be caught with tickling Exit Enter Maluolio Mal. 'T is but Fortune all is fortune Maria once told me she did affect me and I haue heard her self come thus neere that should shee fancie it should bee one of my complection Besides she vses me with a more exalted respect then any one else that followes her What should I thinke on 't To. Heere 's an ouer-weening rogue Fa. Oh peace Contemplation makes a rare Turkey Cocke of him how he iets vnder his aduanc'd plumes And. Slight I could so beate the Rogue To. Peace I say Mal. To be Count Maluolio To. Ah Rogue An. Pistoll him pistoll him To. Peace peace Mal. There is example for 't The Lady of the Strachy married the yeoman of the wardrobe An. Fie on him Iezabel Fa. O peace now he 's deepely in looke how imagination blowes him Mal. Hauing beene three moneths married to her sitting in my state To. O for a stone-bow to hit him in the eye Mal. Calling my Officers about me in my branch'd Veluet gowne hauing come from a day bedde where I haue left Oliuia sleeping To. Fire and Brimstone Fa. O peace peace Mal. And then to haue the humor of state and after a demure trauaile of regard telling them I knowe my place as I would they should doe theirs to aske for my kinsman Toby To. Boltes and shackles Fa. Oh peace peace peace now now Mal. Seauen of my people with an obedient start make out for him I frowne the while and perchance winde vp
vn-vext retyre With vnhack'd swords and Helmets all vnbruis'd We will beare home that Iustie blood againe Which heere we came to spout against your Towne And leaue your children wiues and you in peace But if you fondly passe our proffer'd offer 'T is not the rounder of your old-fac'd walles Can hide you from our messengers of Warre Though all these English and their discipline Were harbour'd in their rude circumference Then tell vs Shall your Citie call vs Lord In that behalfe which we haue challeng'd it Or shall we giue the signall to our rage And stalke in blood to our possession Cit. In breefe we are the King of Englands subiects For him and in his right we hold this Towne Iohn Acknowledge then the King and let me in Cit. That can we not but he that proues the King To him will we proue loyall till that time Haue we ramm'd vp our gates against the world Iohn Doth not the Crowne of England prooue the King And if not that I bring you Witnesses Twice fifteene thousand hearts of Englands breed Bast Bastards and else Iohn To verifie our title with their liues Fran. As many and as well-borne bloods as those Bast Some Bastards too Fran. Stand in his face to contradict his claime Cit. Till you compound whose right is worthiest We for the worthiest hold the right from both Iohn Then God forgiue the sinne of all those soules That to their euerlasting residence Before the dew of euening fall shall fleete In dreadfull triall of our kingdomes King Fran. Amen Amen mount Cheualiers to Armes Bast Saint George that swindg'd the Dragon And ere since sit's on 's horsebacke at mine Hostesse dore Teach vs some fence Sirrah were I at home At your den sirrah with your Lionnesse I would set an Oxe-head to your Lyons hide And make a monster of you Aust Peace no more Bast O tremble for you heare the Lyon rore Iohn Vp higher to the plaine where we 'l set forth In best appointment all our Regiments Bast Speed then to take aduantage of the field Fra. It shall be so and at the other hill Command the rest to stand God and our right Exeunt Heere after excursions Enter the Herald of France with Trumpets to the gates F. Her You men of Angiers open wide your gates And let yong Arthur Duke of Britaine in Who by the hand of France this day hath made Much worke for teares in many an English mother Whose sonnes lye scattered on the bleeding ground Many a widdowes husband groueling lies Coldly embracing the discoloured earth And victorie with little losse doth play Vpon the dancing banners of the French Who are at hand triumphantly displayed To enter Conquerors and to proclaime Arthur of Britaine Englands King and yours Enter English Herald with Trumpet E. Har. Reioyce you men of Angiers ring your bels King Iohn your king and Englands doth approach Commander of this hot malicious day Their Armours that march'd hence so siluer bright Hither returne all gilt with Frenchmens blood There stucke no plume in any English Crest That is remoued by a staffe of France Our colours do returne in those same hands That did display them when we first marcht forth And like a iolly troope of Huntsmen come Our lustie English all with purpled hands Dide in the dying slaughter of their foes Open your gates and giue the Victors way Hubert Heralds from off our towres we might behold From first to last the on-set and retyre Of both your Armies whose equality By our best eyes cannot be censured Blood hath bought blood and blowes haue answered blowes Strength matcht with strength and power confronted power Both are alike and both alike we like One must proue greatest While they weigh so euen We hold our Towne for neither yet for both Enter the two Kings with their powers at seuerall doores Iohn France hast thou yet more blood to cast away Say shall the currant of our right rome on Whose passage vext with thy impediment Shall leaue his natiue channell and ore-swell with course disturb'd euen thy confining shores Vnlesse thou let his siluer Water keepe A peacefull progresse to the Ocean Fra. England thou hast not sau'd one drop of blood In this hot triall more then we of France Rather lost more And by this hand I sweare That swayes the earth this Climate ouer-lookes Before we will lay downe our iust-borne Armes Wee 'l put thee downe ' gainst whom these Armes wee beare Or adde a royall number to the dead Gracing the scroule that tels of this warres losse With slaughter coupled to the name of kings Bast Ha Maiesty how high thy glory towres When the rich blood of kings is set on fire Oh now doth death line his dead chaps with steele The swords of souldiers are his teeth his phangs And now he feasts mousing the flesh of men In vndetermin'd differences of kings Why stand these royall fronts amazed thus Cry hauocke kings backe to the stained field You equall Potents fierie kindled spirits Then let confusion of one part confirm The others peace till then blowes blood and death Iohn Whose party do the Townesmen yet admit Fra. Speake Citizens for England whos 's your king Hub. The king of England when we know the king Fra. Know him in vs that heere hold vp his right Iohn In Vs that are our owne great Deputie And beare possession of our Person heere Lord of our presence Angiers and of you Fra. A greater powre then We denies all this And till it be vndoubted we do locke Our former scruple in our strong barr'd gates Kings of our feare vntill our feares resolu'd Be by some certaine king purg'd and depos'd Bast By heauen these scroyles of Angiers flout you kings And stand securely on their battelments As in a Theater whence they gape and point At your industrious Scenes and acts of death Your Royall presences be rul'd by mee Do like the Mutines of Ierusalem Be friends a-while and both conioyntly bend Your sharpest Deeds of malice on this Towne By East and West let France and England mount Their battering Canon charged to the mouthes Till their soule-fearing clamours haue braul'd downe The flintie ribbes of this contemptuous Citie I 'de play incessantly vpon these Iades Euen till vnfenced desolation Leaue them as naked as the vulgar ayre That done disseuer your vnited strengths And part your mingled colours once againe Turne face to face and bloody point to point Then in a moment Fortune shall cull forth Out of one side her happy Minion To whom in fauour she shall giue the day And kisse him with a glorious victory How like you this wilde counsell mighty States Smackes it not something of the policie Iohn Now by the sky that hangs aboue our heads I like it well France shall we knit our powres And lay this Angiers euen with the ground Then after fight who shall be king of it Bast And if thou hast the mettle of a king Being wrong'd
my tong speaks my right drawn sword may proue Mow. Let not my cold words heere accuse my zeale 'T is not the triall of a Womans warre The bitter clamour of two eager tongues Can arbitrate this cause betwixt vs twaine The blood is hot that must be cool'd for this Yet can I not of such tame patience boast As to be husht and nought at all to say First the faire reuerence of your Highnesse curbes mee From giuing reines and spurres to my free speech Which else would post vntill it had return'd These tearmes of treason doubly downe his throat Setting aside his high bloods royalty And let him be no Kinsman to my Liege I do defie him and I spit at him Call him a slanderous Coward and a Villaine Which to maintaine I would allow him oddes And meete him were I tide to runne afoote Euen to the frozen ridges of the Alpes Or any other ground inhabitable Where euer Englishman durst set his foote Meane time let this defend my loyaltie By all my hopes most falsely doth he lie Bul. Pale trembling Coward there I throw my gage Disclaiming heere the kindred of a King And lay aside my high bloods Royalty Which feare not reuerence makes thee to except If guilty dread hath left thee so much strength As to take vp mine Honors pawne then stoope By that and all the rites of Knight-hood else Will I make good against thee arme to arme What I haue spoken or thou canst deuise Mow. I take it vp and by that sword I sweare Which gently laid my Knight-hood on my shoulder I le answer thee in any faire degree Or Chiualrous designe of knightly triall And when I mount aliue may I not light If I be Traitor or vniustly fight King What doth our Cosin lay to Mowbraies charge It must be great that can inherite vs So much as of a thought of ill in him Bul. Looke what I said my life shall proue it true That Mowbray hath receiu'd eight thousand Nobles 〈◊〉 â—ame of lendings for your Highnesse Soldiers â—e which he hath detain'd for lewd employments like a false Traitor and inuirious Villaine Besides I say and will in battaile proue Or heere or elsewhere to the furthest Verge That euer was suruey'd by English eye That all the Treasons for these eighteene yeeres Complotted and contriued in this Land Fetch'd from false Mowbray their first head and spring Further I say and further will maintaine Vpon his bad life to make all this good That he did plot the Duke of Glousters death Suggest his soone beleeuing aduersaries And consequently like a Traitor Coward Sluc'd out his innocent soule through streames of blood Which blood like sacrificing Abels cries Euen from the toonglesse cauernes of the earth To me for iustice and rough chasticement And by the glorious worth of my discent This arme shall do it or this life be spent King How high a pitch his resolution soares Thomas of Norfolke what sayest thou to this Mow. Oh let my Soueraigne turne away his face And bid his eares a little while be deafe Till I haue told this slander of his blood How God and good men hate so foule a lyar King Mowbray impartiall are our eyes and eares Were he my brother nay our kingdomes heyre As he is but my fathers brothers sonne Now by my Scepters awe I make a vow Such neighbour-neerenesse to our sacred blood Should nothing priuiledge him nor partialize The vn-stooping firmenesse of my vpright soule He is our subiect Mowbray so art thou Free speech and fearelesse I to thee allow Mow. Then Bullingbrooke as low as to thy heart Through the false passage of thy throat thou lyest Three parts of that receipt I had for Callice Disburst I to his Highnesse souldiers The other part reseru'd I by consent For that my Soueraigne Liege was in my debt Vpon remainder of a deere Accompt Since last I went to France to fetch his Queene Now swallow downe that Lye For Glousters death I slew him not but to mine owne disgrace Neglected my sworne duty in that case For you my noble Lord of Lancaster The honourable Father to my foe Once I did lay an ambush for your life A trespasse that doth vex my greeued soule But ere I last receiu'd the Sacrament I did confesse it and exactly begg'd Your Graces pardon and I hope I had it This is my fault as for the rest appeal'd It issues from the rancour of a Villaine A recreant and most degenerate Traitor Which in my selfe I boldly will defend And interchangeably hurle downe my gage Vpon this ouer-weening Traitors foote To proue my selfe a loyall Gentleman Euen in the best blood chamber'd in his bosome In hast whereof most heartily I pray Your Highnesse to assigne our Triall day King Wrath-kindled Gentlemen be rul'd by me Let 's purge this choller without letting blood This we prescribe though no Physition Deepe malice makes too deepe incision Forget forgiue conclude and be agreed Our Doctors say This is no time to bleed Good Vnckle let this end where it begun Wee 'l calme the Duke of Norfolke you your son Gaunt To be a make-peace shall become my age Throw downe my sonne the Duke of Norfolkes gage King And Norfolke throw downe hiâ— Gaunt When Harris when Obedience bids Obedience bids I should not bid agen King Norfolke throw downe we bidde there is no boote Mow. My selfe I throw dread Soueraigne at thy foot My life thou shalt command but not my shame The one my dutie owes but my faire name Despight of death that liues vpon my graue To darke dishonours vse thou shalt not haue I am disgrac'd impeach'd and baffel'd heere Pierc'd to the soule with slanders venom'd speare The which no balme can cure but his heart blood Which breath'd this poyson King Rage must be withstood Giue me his gage Lyons make Leopards tame Mo. Yea but not change his spots take but my shaâ— And I resigne my gage My deere deere Lord The purest treasure mortall times afford Is spotlesse reputation that away Men are but gilded loame or painted clay A Iewell in a ten times barr'd vp Chest Is a bold spirit in a loyall brest Mine Honor is my life both grow in one Take Honor from me and my life is done Then deere my Liege mine Honor let me trie In that I liue and for that will I die King Coosin throw downe your gage Do you begin Bul. Oh heauen defend my soule from such foule sin Shall I seeme Crest-falne in my fathers sight Or with pale beggar-feare impeach my hight Before this out-dar'd dastard Ere my toong Shall wound mine honor with such feeble wrong Or sound so base a parle my teeth shall teare The slauish motiue of recanting feare And spit it bleeding in his high disgrace Where shame doth harbour euen in Mowbrayes face Exit Gaunt King We were not borne to sue but to command Which since we cannot do to make you friends Be readie as your liues shall answer
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
bell so Sighes and Teares and Grones Shew Minutes Houres and Times but my Time Râ—ns poasting on in Bullingbrookes proud ioy While I stand fooling heere his iacke o' th' Clocke This Musicke mads me let it sound no more For though it haue holpe madmen to their wits In me it seemes it will make wise-men mad Yet blessing on his heart that giues it me For 't is a signe of loue and loue to Richard Is a strange Brooch in this all-hating world Enter Groome Groo. Haile Royall Prince Rich. Thankes Noble Peere The cheapest of vs is ten groates too deere What art thou And how com'st thou hither Where no man euer comes but that sad dogge That brings me food to make misfortune liue Groo. I was a poore Groome of thy Stable King When thou wer 't King who trauelling towards Yorke With much adoo at length haue gotten leaue To looke vpon my sometimes Royall masters face O how it yern'd my heart when I beheld In London streets that Coronation day When Bullingbrooke rode on Roane Barbary That horse that thou so often hast bestrid That horse that I so carefully haue drest Rich. Rode he on Barbary Tell me gentle Friend How went he vnder him Groo. So proudly as if he had disdain'd the ground Rich. So proud that Bullingbrooke was on his backe That Iade hath eate bread from my Royall hand This hand hath made him proud with clapping him Would he not stumble Would he not fall downe Since Pride must haue a fall and breake the necke Of that proud man that did vsurpe his backe Forgiuenesse horse Why do I raile on thee Since thou created to be aw'd by man Was 't borne to beare I was not made a horse And yet I beare a burthen like an Asse Spur-gall'd and tyrd by laâ—ntiâ—g Bullingbrooke Enter Keeper with a Dish Keep Fellow giue place heere is 〈◊〉 â—nger â—y Rich. If â—hou loue me 〈◊〉 thou with away Groo. What thy tongue daâ—s not that my heart shall say Exit Keep My Lord will please you to fall too Rich. Taste of it first as thou wer 't wont to doo Keep My Lord I dare not Sir Pierce of Exton Who lately came from th' King commands the contrary Rich. The diuell take Henrie of Lancaster and thee Patience is stale and I am weary of it Keep Helpe helpe helpe Enter Exton and Seruants Ri. How now what meanes Death in this rude assalt Villaine thine owne hand yeelds thy deaths instrument Go thou and fill another roome in hell Exton strikes him downe That hand shall burne in neuer-quenching fire That staggers thus my person Exton thy fierce hand Hath with the Kings blood stain'd the Kings own land Mount mount my soule thy seate is vp on high Whil'st my grosse flesh sinkes downward heere to dye Exton As full of Valor as of Royall blood Both haue I spilt Oh would the deed were good For now the diuell that told me I did well Sayes that this deede is chronicled in hell This dead King to the liuing King I le beare Take hence the rest and giue them buriall heere Exit Scoena Quinta Flourish Enter Bullingbrooke Yorke with other Lords attendants Bul. Kinde Vnkle Yorke the latest newes we heare Is that the Rebels haue consum'd with fire Our Towne of Ciceter in Gloucestershire But whether they be tane or slaine we heare not Enter Northumberland Welcome my Lord What is the newes Nor. First to thy Sacred State wish I all happinesse The next newes is I haue to London sent The heads of Salsbury Spencer Blunt and Kent The manner of their taking may appeare At large discoursed in this paper heere Bul. We thank thee gentle Percy for thy paines And to thy worth will adde right worthy gaines Enter Fitzwaters Fitz. My Lord I haue from Oxford sent to London The heads of Broccas and Sir Bennet Seely Two of the dangerous consorted Traitors That sought at Oxford thy dire ouerthrow Bul. Thy paines Fitzwaters shall not be forgot Right Noble is thy merit well I wot Enter Percy and Carlile Per. The grand Conspirator Abbot of Westminster With clog of Conscience and sowre Melancholly Hath yeelded vp his body to the graue But heere is Carlile liuing to abide Thy Kingly doome and sentence of his pride Bul. Carlile this is your doome Choose out some secret place some reuerend roome More then thou hast and with it ioy thy life So as thou liu'st in peace dye free from strife For though mine enemy thou hast euer beene High sparkes of Honor in thee haue I seene Enter Exton with a Coffin Exton Great King within this Coffin I present Thy buried feare Heerein all breathlesse lies The mightiest of thy greatest enemies Richard of Burdeaux by me hither brought Bul. Exton I thanke thee not for thou hast wrought A deede of Slaughter with thy fatall hand Vpon my head and all this famous Land Ex. From your owne mouth my Lord did I this deed Bul. They loue not poyson that do poyson neede Nor do I thee though I did wish him dead I hate the Murtherer loue him murthered The guilt of conscience take thou for thy labour But neither my good word nor Princely fauour With Caine go wander through the shade of night And neuer shew thy head by day nor light Lords I protest my soule is full of woe That blood should sprinkle me to make me grow Come mourne with me for that I do lament And put on sullen Blacke incontinent I le make a voyage to the Holy-land To wash this blood off from my guilty hand March sadly after grace my mourning heere In weeping after this vntimely Beere Exeunt FINIS The First Part of Henry the Fourth with the Life and Death of HENRY Sirnamed HOT-SPVRRE Actus Primus Scoena Prima Enter the King Lord Iohn of Lancaster Earle of Westmerland with others King SO shaken as we are so wan with care Finde we a time for frighted Peace to pant And breath shortwinded accents of new broils To be commenc'd in Stronds a-farre remote No more the thirsty entrance of this Soile Shall daube her lippes with her owne childrens blood No more shall trenching Warre channell her fields Nor bruise her Flowrets with the Armed hoofes Of hostile paces Those opposed eyes Which like the Meteors of a troubled Heauen All of one Nature of one Substance bred Did lately meete in the intestine shocke And furious cloze of ciuill Butchery Shall now in mutuall well-beseeming rankes March all one way and be no more oppos'd Against Acquaintance Kindred and Allies The edge of Warre like an ill-sheathed knife No more shall cut his Master Therefore Friends As farre as to the Sepulcher of Christ Whose Souldier now vnder whose blessed Crosse We are impressed and ingag'd to fight Forthwith a power of English shall we leuie Whose armes were moulded in their Mothers wombe To chace these Pagans in those holy Fields Ouer whose Acres walk'd those blessed feete Which fourteene hundred yeares ago
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
slaine and all his men Vpon the foot of feare fled with the rest And falling from a hill he was so bruiz'd That the pursuers tooke him At my Tent The Dowglas is and I beseech your Grace I may dispose of him King With all my heart Prin. Then Brother Iohn of Lancaster To you this honourable bounty shall belong Go to the Dowglas and deliuer him Vp to his pleasure ransomlesse and free His Valour shewne vpon our Crests to day Hath taught vs how to cherish such high deeds Euen in the bosome of our Aduersaries King Then this remaines that we diuide our Power You Sonne Iohn and my Cousin Westmerland Towards Yorke shall bend you with your deerest speed To meet Northumberland and the Prelate Scroope Who as we heare are busily in Armes My Selfe and you Sonne Harry will towards Wales To fight with Glendower and the Earle of March Rebellion in this Land shall lose his way Meeting the Checke of such another day And since this Businesse so faire is done Let vs not leaue till all our owne be wonne Exeunt FINIS The Second Part of Henry the Fourth Containing his Death and the Coronation of King Henry the Fift Actus Primus Scoena Prima INDVCTION Enter Rumour OPen your Eares For which of you will stop The vent of Hearing when loud Rumor speakes I from the Orient to the drooping West Making the winde my Post-horse still vnfold The Acts commenced on this Ball of Earth Vpon my Tongue continuall Slanders ride The which in euery Language I pronounce Stuffing the Eares of them with false Reports I speake of Peace while couert Enmitie Vnder the smile of Safety wounds the World And who but Rumour who but onely I Make fearfull Masters and prepar'd Defence Whil'st the bigge yeare swolne with some other griefes Is thought with childe by the sterne Tyrant Warre And no such matter Rumour is a Pipe Blowne by Surmises Ielousies Coniectures And of so easie and so plaine a stop That the blunt Monster with vncounted heads The still discordant wauering Multitude Can play vpon it But what neede I thus My well-knowne Body to Anathomize Among my houshold Why is Rumour heere I run before King Harries victory Who in a bloodie field by Shrewsburie Hath beaten downe yong Hotspurre and his Troopes Quenching the flame of bold Rebellion Euen with the Rebels blood But what meane I To speake so true at first My Office is To noyse abroad that Harry Monmouth fell Vnder the Wrath of Noble Hotspurres Sword And that the King before the Dowglas Rage Stoop'd his Annointed head as low as death This haue I rumour'd through the peasant-Townes Betweene the Royall Field of Shrewsburie And this Worme-eaten-Hole of ragged Stone Where Hotspurres Father old Northumberland Lyes crafty sicke The Postes come tyring on And not a man of them brings other newes Then they haue learn'd of Me. From Rumours Tongues They bring smooth-Comforts-false worse then True-wrongs Exit Scena Secunda Enter Lord Bardolfe and the Porter L. Bar. Who keepes the Gate heere ho◠Where is the Earle Por. What shall I say you are Bar. Tell thou the Earle That the Lord Bardolfe doth attend him heere Por. His Lordship is walk'd forth into the Orchard Please it your Honor knocke but at the Gate And he himselfe will answer Enter Northumberland L. Bar. Heere comes the Earle Nor. What newes Lord Bardolfe Eu'ry minute now Should be the Father of some Stratagem The Times are wilde Contention like a Horse Full of high Feeding madly hath broke loose And beares downe all before him L. Bar. Noble Earle I bring you certaine newes from Shrewsbury Nor. Good and heauen will L. Bar. As good as heart can wish The King is almost wounded to the death And in the Fortune of my Lord your Sonne Prince Harrie slaine out-right and both the Blunts Kill'd by the hand of Dowglas Yong Prince Iohn And Westmerland and Stafford fled the Field And Harrie Monmouth's Brawne the Hulke Sir Iohn Is prisoner to your Sonne O such a Day So fought so follow'd and so fairely wonne Came not till now to dignifie the Times Since Caesars Fortunes Nor. How is this deriu'd Saw you the Field Came you from Shrewsbury L. Bar. I spake with one my L. that came frō thence A Gentleman well bred and of good name That freely render'd me these newes for true Nor. Heere comes my Seruant Trauers whom I sent On Tuesday last to listen after Newes Enter Trauers L. Bar. My Lord I ouer-rod him on the way And he is furnish'd with no certainties More then he haply may retaile from me Nor. Now Trauers what good tidings comes frō you Tra. My Lord Sir Iohn Vmfreuill turn'd me backe With ioyfull tydings and being better hors'd Out-rod me After him came spurring head A Gentleman almost fore-spent with speed That stopp'd by me to breath his bloodied horse He ask'd the way to Chester And of him I did demand what Newes from Shrewsbury He told me that Rebellion had ill lucke And that yong Harry Percies Spurre was cold With that he gaue his able Horse the head And bending forwards strooke his able heeles Against the panting sides of his poore Iade Vp to the Rowell head and starting so He seem'd in running to deuoure the way Staying no longer question North. Ha Againe Said he yong Harrie Percyes Spurre was cold Of Hot-Spurre cold-Spurre that Rebellion Had met ill lucke L. Bar. My Lord I le tell you what If my yong Lord your Sonne haue not the day Vpon mine Honor for a silken point I le giue my Barony Neuer talke of it Nor. Why should the Gentleman that rode by Trauers Giue then such instances of Losse L. Bar. Who he He was some hielding Fellow that had stolne The Horse he rode-on and vpon my life Speake at aduenture Looke here comes more Newes Enter Morton Nor. Yea this mans brow like to a Title-leafe Fore-tels the Nature of a Tragicke Volume So lookes the Strond when the Imperious Flood Hath left a witnest Vsurpation Say Morton did'st thou come from Shrewsbury Mor. I ran from Shrewsbury my Noble Lord Where hatefull death put on his vgliest Maske To fright our party North. How doth my Sonne and Brother Thou trembl'st and the whitenesse in thy Cheeke Is apter then thy Tongue to tell thy Errand Euen such a man so faint so spiritlesse So dull so dead in looke so woe-be-gone Drew Priams Curtaine in the dead of night And would haue told him Halfe his Troy was burn'd But Priam found the Fire ere he his Tongue And I my Percies death ere thou report'st it This thou would'st say Your Sonne did thus and thus Your Brother thus So fought the Noble Dowglas Stopping my greedy eare with their bold deeds But in the end to stop mine Eare indeed Thou hast a Sigh to blow away this Praise Ending with Brother Sonne and all are dead Mor. Dowglas is liuing and your Brother yet But for my Lord your Sonne North. Why
that ha's but two legges that shall find himselfe agreesd at this Gloue that is all but I would faine see it once and please God of his grace that I might see King Know'st thou Gower Flu. He is my deare friend and please you King Pray thee goe seeke him and bring him to my Tent. Flu. I will fetch him Exit King My Lord of Warwick and my Brother Gloster Follow Fluellen closely at the heeles The Gloue which I haue giuen him for a fauour May haply purchase him a box a' th' care It is the Souldiers I by bargaine should Weare it my selfe Follow good Cousin Warwick If that the Souldier strike him as I iudge By his blunt bearing he will keepe his word Some sodaine mischiefe may arise of it For I doe know Fluellen valiant And toucht with Choler hot as Gunpowder And quickly will returne an iniurie Follow and see there be no harme betweene them Goe you with me Vnckle of Exeter Exeunt Enter Gower and Williams Will. I warrant it is to Knight you Captaine Enter Fluellen Flu. Gods will and his pleasure Captaine I beseech you now come apace to the King there is more good toward you peraduenture then is in your knowledge to dreame of Will. Sir know you this Gloue Flu. Know the Gloue I know the Gloue is a Gloue Will. I know this and thus I challenge it Strikes him Flu. ' Sblâ—d an arrant Traytor as anyes in the Vniuersall World or in France or in England Gower How now Sir you Villaine Will. Doe you thinke I le be forsworne Flu. Stand away Captaine Gower I will giue Treason his payment into plowes I warrant you Will. I am no Traytor Flu. That 's a Lye in thy Throat I charge you in his Maiesties Name apprehend him he 's a friend of the Duke Alansons Enter Warwick and Gloucester Warw. How now how now what 's the matter Flu. My Lord of Warwick heere is praysed be God for it a most contagious Treason come to light looke you as you shall desire in a Summers day Heere is his Maiestie Enter King and Exeter King How now what 's the matter Flu. My Liege heere is a Villaine and a Traytor that looke your Grace ha's strooke the Gloue which your Maiestie is take out of the Helmet of Alanson Will. My Liege this was my Gloue here is the fellow of it and he that I gaue it to in change promis'd to weare it in his Cappe I promis'd to strike him if he did I met this man with my Gloue in his Cappe and I haue been as good as my word Flu. Your Maiestie heare now sauing your Maiesties Manhood what an arrant rascally beggerly lowsie Knaue it is I hope your Maiestie is peare me testimonie and witnesse and will auouchment that this is the Gloue of Alanson that your Maiestie is giue me in your Conscience now King Giue me thy Gloue Souldier Looke heere is the fellow of it 'T was I indeed thou promised'st to strike And thou hast giuen me most bitter termes Flu. And please your Maiestie let his Neck answere for it if there is any Marshall Law in the World King How canst thou make me satisfaction Will. All offences my Lord come from the heart neuer came any from mine that might offend your Maiestie King It was our selfe thou didst abuse Will. Your Maiestie came not like your selfe you appear'd to me but as a common man witnesse the Night your Garments your Lowlinesse and what your Highnesse suffer'd vnder that shape I beseech you take it for your owne fauâ—t and not mine for had you beene as I tooke you for I made no offence therefore I beseech your Highnesse pardon me King Here Vnckle Exeter fill this Gloue with Crownes And giue it to this fellow Keepe it fellow And weare it for an Honor in thy Cappe Till I doe challenge it Giue him the Crownes And Captaine you must needs be friends with him Flu. By this Day and this Light the fellow ha's mettell enough in his belly Hold there is twelue-pence for you and I pray you to serue God and keepe you out of prawles and prabbles and quarrels and dissentions and I warrant you it is the better for you Will. I will none of your Money Flu. It is with a good will I can tell you it will serue you to mend your shooes come wherefore should you be so pashfull your shooes is not so good 't is a good silling I warrant you or I will change it Enter Herauld King Now Herauld are the dead numbred Herald Heere is the number of the slaught'red French King What Prisoners of good sort are taken Vnckle Exe. Charles Duke of Orleance Nephew to the King Iohn Duke of Burbon and Lord Bouchiquald Of other Lords and Barons Knights and Squires Full fifteene hundred besides common men King This Note doth tell me of ten thousand French That in the field lye slaine of Princes in this number And Nobles bearing Banners there lye dead One hundred twentie six added to these Of Knights Esquires and gallant Gentlemen Eight thousand and foure hundred of the which Fiue hundred were but yesterday dubb'd Knights So that in these ten thousand they haue lost There are but sixteene hundred Mercenaries The rest are Princes Barons Lords Knights Squires And Gentlemen of bloud and qualitie The Names of those their Nobles that lye dead Charles Delabreth High Constable of France Iaques of Chatilion Admirall of France The Master of the Crosse-bowes Lord Rambures Great Master of France the braue Sir Guichard Dolphin Iohn Duke of Alanson Anthonie Duke of Brabant The Brother to the Duke of Burgundie And Edward Duke of Barr of lustie Earles Grandpree and Roussie Fauconbridge and Foyes Beaumont and Marle Vandemont and Lestrale Here was a Royall fellowship of death Where is the number of our English dead Edward the Duke of Yorke the Earle of Suffolke Sir Richard Ketly Dauy Gam Esquire None else of name and of all other men But fiue and twentie O God thy Arme was heere And not to vs but to thy Arme alone Ascribe we all when without stratagem But in plaine shock and euen play of Battaile Was euer knowne so great and little losse On one part and on th' other take it God For it is none but thine Exet. 'T is wonderfull King Come goe me in procession to the Village And be it death proclaymed through our Hoast To boast of this or take that prayse from God Which is his onely Flu. Is it not lawfull and please your Maiestie to tell how many is kill'd King Yes Captaine but with this acknowledgement That God fought for vs. Flu. Yes my conscience he did vs great good King Doe we all holy Rights Let there be sung Non nobis and Te Deum The dead with charitie enclos'd in Clay And then to Callice and to England then Where ne're from France arriu'd more happy men Exeunt Actus Quintus Enter Chorus Vouchsafe to those that haue not read the
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
As thou art Knight neuer to disobey Nor be Rebellious to the Crowne of England Thou nor thy Nobles to the Crowne of England So now dismisse your Army when ye please Hang vp your Ensignes let your Drummes be still For heere we entertaine a solemne peace Exeunt Actus Quintus Enter Suffolke in conference with the King Glocester and Exeter King Your wondrous rare description noble Earle Of beauteous Margaret hath astonish'd me Her vertues graced with externall gifts Do breed Loues setled passions in my heart And like as rigour of tempestuous gustes Prouokes the mightiest Hulke against the tide So am I driuen by breath of her Renowne Either to suffer Shipwracke or arriue Where I may haue fruition of her Loue. Suf. Tush my good Lord this superficiall tale Is but a preface of her worthy praise The cheefe perfections of that louely Dame Had I sufficient skill to vtter them Would make a volume of inticing lines Able to rauish any dull conceit And which is more she is not so Diuine So full repleate with choice of all delights But with as humble lowlinesse of minde She is content to be at your command Command I meane of Vertuous chaste intents To Loue and Honor Henry as her Lord. King And otherwise will Henry ne're presume Therefore my Lord Protector giue consent That Marg'ret may be Englands Royall Queene Glo. So should I giue consent to flatter sinne You know my Lord your Highnesse is betroath'd Vnto another Lady of esteeme How shall we then dispense with that contract And not deface your Honor with reproach Suf. As doth a Ruler with vnlawfull Oathes Or one that at a Triumph hauing vow'd To try his strength forsaketh yet the Listes By reason of his Aduersaries oddes A poore Earles daughter is vnequall oddes And therefore may be broâ—e without offence Gloucester Why what I pray is Margaret more then that Her Father is no better than an Earle Although in glorious Titles he excell Suf. Yes my Lord her Father is a King The King of Naples and Ierusalem And of such great Authoritie in France As his alliance will confirme our peace And keepe the Frenchmen in Allegeance Glo. And so the Earle of Arminacke may doe Because he is neere Kinsman vnto Charles Exet. Beside his wealth doth warrant a liberal dower Where Reignier sooner will receyue than giue Suf. A Dowre my Lords Disgrace not so your King That he should be so abiect base and poore To choose for wealth and not for perfect Loue. Henry is able to enrich his Queene And not to seeke a Queene to make him rich So worthlesse Pezants bargaine for their Wiues As Market men for Oxen Sheepe or Horse Marriage is a matter of more worth Then to be dealt in by Atturney-ship Not whom we will but whom his Grace affects Must be companion of his Nuptiall bed And therefore Lords since he affects her most Most of all these reasons bindeth vs In our opinions she should be preferr'd For what is wedloeke forced but a Hell An Age of discord and continuall strife Whereas the contrarie bringeth blisse And is a patterne of Celestiall peace Whom should we match with Henry being a King But Margaret that is daughter to a King Her peerelesse feature ioyned with her birth Approues her sit for none but for a King Her valiant courage and vndaunted spirit More then in women commonly is seene Will answer our hope in issue of a King For Henry sonne vnto a Conqueror Is likely to beget more Conquerors If with a Lady of so high resolue As is faire Margaret he be link'd in loue Then yeeld my Lords and heere conclude with mee That Margaret shall be Queene and none but shee King Whether it be through force of your report My Noble Lord of Suffolke Or for that My tender youth was neuer yet attaint With any passion of inflaming Ioue I cannot tell but this I am assur'd I feele such sharpe dissention in my breast Such fierce alarums both of Hope and Feare As I am sicke with working of my thoughts Take therefore shipping poste my Lord to France Agree to any couenants and procure That Lady Margaret do vouchsafe to come To crosse the Seas to England and be crown'd King Henries faithfull and annointed Queene For your expences and sufficient charge Among the people gather vp a tenth Be gone I say for till you do returne I rest perplexed with a thousand Cares And you good Vnckle banish all offence If you do censure me by what you were Not what you are I know it will excuse This sodaine execution of my will And so conduct me where from company I may reuolue and ruminate my greefe Exit Glo. I greefe I feare me both at first and last Exit Glocester Suf. Thus Suffolke hath preuail'd and thus he goes As did the youthfull Paris once to Greece With hope to finde the like euent in loue But prosper better than the Troian did Margaret shall now be Queene and rule the King But I will rule both her the King and Realme Exit FINIS The second Part of Henry the Sixt with the death of the Good Duke HVMFREY Actus Primus Scoena Prima Flourish of Trumpets Then Hoboyes Enter King Duke Humfrey Salisbury Warwicke and Beauford on the one side The Queene Suffolke Yorke Somerset and Buckingham on the other Suffolke AS by your high Imperiall Maiesty I had in charge at my depart for France As Procurator to your Excellence To marry Princes Margaret for your Grace So in the Famous Ancient City Toures In presence of the Kings of France and Sicill The Dukes of Orleance Calaber Britaigne and Alanson Seuen Earles twelue Barons twenty reuerend Bishops I haue perform'd my Taske and was espous'd And humbly now vpon my bended knee In sight of England and her Lordly Peeres Deliuer vp my Title in the Queene To your most gracious hands that are the Substance Of that great Shadow I did represent The happiest Gift that euer Marquesse gaue The Fairest Queene that euer King receiu'd King Suffolke arise Welcome Queene Margaret I can expresse no kinder signe of Loue Then this kinde kisse O Lord that lends me life Lend me a heart repleate with thankfulnesse For thou hast giuen me in this beauteous Face A world of earthly blessings to my soule If Simpathy of Loue vnite our thoughts Queen Great King of England my gracious Lord The mutuall conference that my minde hath had By day by night waking and in my dreames In Courtly company or at my Beades With you mine Alder liefest Soueraigne Makes me the bolder to salute my King With ruder termes such as my wit affoords And ouer ioy of heart doth minister King Her sight did rauish but her grace in Speech Her words yclad with wisedomes Maiesty Makes me from Wondring fall to Weeping ioyes Such is the Fulnesse of my hearts content Lords with one cheerefull voice Welcome my Loue. All kneel Long liue Qu. Margaret Englands happines Queene We thanke
rend thy Beare And tread it vnder foot with all contempt Despight the Bearard that protects the Beare Yo. Clif. And so to Armes victorious Father To quell the Rebels and their Complices Rich. Fie Charitie for shame speake not in spight For you shall sup with Iesu Christ to night Yo Clif. Foule stygmaticke that 's more then thou canst tell Ric. If not in heauen you 'l surely sup in hell Exeunt Enter Warwicke War Clifford of Cumberland 't is Warwicke calles And if thou dost not hide thee from the Beare Now when the angrie Trumpet sounds alarum And dead mens cries do fill the emptie ayre Clifford I say come forth and fight with me Proud Northerne Lord Clifford of Cumberland Warwicke is hoarse with calling thee to armes Enter Yorke War How now my Noble Lord What all a-foot Yor. The deadly handed Clifford slew my Steed But match to match I haue encountred him And made a prey for Carrion Kytes and Crowes Euen of the bonnie beast he loued so well Enter Clifford War Of one or both of vs the time is come Yor. Hold Warwick seek thee out some other chace For I my selfe must hunt this Deere to death War Then nobly Yorke 't is for a Crown thou fightst As I intend Clifford to thriue to day It greeues my soule to leaue theee vnassail'd Exit War Clif. What seest thou in me Yorke Why dost thou pause Yorke With thy braue bearing should I be in loue But that thou art so fast mine enemie Clif. Nor should thy prowesse want praise esteeme But that 't is shewne ignobly and in Treason Yorke So let it helpe me now against thy sword As I in iustice and true right expresse it Clif. My soule and bodie on the action both Yor. A dreadfull lay addresse thee instantly Clif. La fia Corrone les eumenes Yor. Thus Warre hath giuen thee peace for y u art still Peace with his soule heauen if it be thy will Enter yong Clifford Clif. Shame and Confusion all is on the rout Feare frames disorder and disorder wounds Where it should guard O Warre thou sonne of hell Whom angry heauens do make their minister Throw in the frozen bosomes of our part Hot Coales of Vengeance Let no Souldier flye He that is truly dedicate to Warre Hath no selfe-loue nor he that loues himselfe Hath not essentially but by circumstance The name of Valour O let the vile world end And the premised Flames of the Last day Knit earth and heauen together Now let the generall Trumpet blow his blast Particularities and pettie sounds To cease Was 't thou ordain'd deere Father To loose thy youth in peace and to atcheeue The Siluer Liuery of aduised Age And in thy Reuerence and thy Chaire-dayes thus To die in Ruffian battell Euen at this sight My heart is turn'd to stone and while 't is mine It shall be stony Yorke not our old men spares No more will I their Babes Teares Virginall Shall be to me euen as the Dew to Fire And Beautie that the Tyrant oft reclaimes Shall to my flaming wrath be Oyle and Flax Henceforth I will not haue to do with pitty Meet I an infant of the house of Yorke Into as many gobbits will I cut it As wilde Medea yong Absirtis did In cruelty will I seeke out my Fame Come thou new ruine of olde Cliffords house As did Aeneas old Anchyses beare So beare I thee vpon my manly shoulders But then Aeneas bare a liuing loade Nothing so heauy as these woes of mine Enter Richard and Somerset to fight Rich. So lye thou there For vnderneath an Ale-house paltry signe The Castle in S. Albons Somerset Hath made the Wizard famous in his death Sword hold thy temper Heart be wrathfull still Priests pray for enemies but Princes kill Fight Excursions Enter King Queene and others Qu. Away my Lord you are slow for shame away King Can we outrun the Heauens Good Margaret stay Qu. What are you made of You 'l nor fight nor fly Now is it manhood wisedome and defence To giue the enemy way and to secure vs By what we can which can no more but flye Alarum a farre off If you be tane we then should see the bottome Of all our Fortunes but if we haply scape As well we may if not through your neglect We shall to London get where you are lou'd And where this breach now in our Fortunes made May readily be stopt Enter Clifford Clif. But that my hearts on future mischeefe set I would speake blasphemy ere bid you flye But flye you must Vncureable discomfite Reignes in the hearts of all our present parts Away for your releefe and we will liue To see their day and them our Fortune giue Away my Lord away Exeunt Alarum Retreat Enter Yorke Richard Warwicke and Soldiers with Drum Colours Yorke Of Salsbury who can report of him That Winter Lyon who in rage forgets Aged contusions and all brush of Time And like a Gallant in the brow of youth Repaires him with Occasion This happy day Is not it selfe nor haue we wonne one foot If Salsbury be lost Rich. My Noble Father Three times to day I holpe him to his horse Three times bestrid him Thrice I led him off Perswaded him from any further act But still where danger was still there I met him And like rich hangings in a homely house So was his Will in his old feeble body But Noble as he is looke where he comes Enter Salisbury Sal. Now by my Sword well hast thou fought to day By ' th ' Masse so did we all I thanke you Richard God knowes how long it is I haue to liue And it hath pleas'd him that three times to day You haue defended me from imminent death Well Lords we haue not got that which we haue 'T is not enough our foes are this time fled Being opposites of such repayring Nature Yorke I know our safety is to follow them For as I heare the King is fled to London To call a present Court of Parliament Let vs pursue him ere the Writs go forth What sayes Lord Warwicke shall we after them War After them nay before them if we can Now by my hand Lords 't was a glorious day Saint Albons battell wonne by famous Yorke Shall be eterniz'd in all Age to come Sound Drumme and Trumpets and to London all And more such dayes as these to vs befall Exeunt FINIS The third Part of Henry the Sixt with the death of the Duke of YORKE Actus Primus Scoena Prima Alarum Enter Plantagenet Edward Richard Norfolke Mountague Warwicke and Souldiers Warwicke I Wonder how the King escap'd our hands Pl. While we pursu'd the Horsmen of y e North He slyly stole away and left his men Whereat the great Lord of Northumberland Whose Warlike eares could neuer brooke retreat Chear'd vp the drouping Army and himselfe Lord Clifford and Lord Stafford all a-brest Charg'd our maine Battailes Front and breaking in Were by
Achilles Achilles is my Lord I am Patroclus knower and Patroclus is a foole Patro. You rascall Ter. Peace foole I haue not done Achil. He is a priuiledg'd man proceede Thersites Ther. Agamemnon is a foole Achilles is a foole Thersites is a foole and as aforesaid Patroclus is a foole Achil. Deriue this come Ther. Agamemnon is a foole to offer to command Achilles Achilles is a foole to be commanded of Agamemon Thersites is a foole to serue such a foole and Patroclus is a foole positiue Patr. Why am I a foole Enter Agamemnon Vlisses Nestor Diomedes Aiax and Chalcas Ther. Make that demand to the Creator it suffises me thou art Looke you who comes here Achil. Patroclus I le speake with no body come in with me Thersites Exit Ther. Here is such patcherie such iugling and such knauerie all the argument is a Cuckold and a Whore a good quarrel to draw emulations factions and bleede to death vpon Now the dry Suppeago on the Subiect and Warre and Lecherie confound all Agam. Where is Achilles Patr. Within his Tent but ill dispos'd my Lord. Agam. Let it be knowne to him that we are here He sent out Messengers and we lay by Our appertainments visiting of him Let him be told of so perchance he thinke We dare not moue the question of our place Or know not what we are Pat. I shall so say to him Vlis We saw him at the opening of his Tent He is not sicke Aia. Yes Lyon sicke sicke of proud heart you may call it Melancholly if will fauour the man but by my head it is pride but why why let him show vs the cause A word my Lord. Nes What moues Aiax thus to bay at him Vlis Achillis hath inueigled his Foole from him Nes Who Thersites Vlis He. Nes Then will Aiax lacke matter if he haue lost his Argument Vlis No you see he is his argument that has his argument Achilles Nes All the better their fraction is more our wish then their faction but it was a strong counsell that a Foole could disunite Vlis The amitie that wisedome knits not folly may easily vntie Enter Patroclus Here comes Patroclus Nes No Achilles with him Vlis The Elephant hath ioynts but none for curtesie His legge are legs for necessitie not for slight Patro. Achilles bids me say he is much sorry If any thing more then your sport and pleasure Did moue your greatnesse and this noble State To call vpon him he hopes it is no other But for your health and your digestion sake An after Dinners breath Aga. Heare you Patroclus We are too well acquainted with these answers But his euasion winged thus swift with scorne Cannot outflye our apprehensions Much attribute he hath and much the reason Why we ascribe it to him yet all his vertues Not vertuously of his owne part beheld Doe in our eyes begin to loose their glosse Yea and like faire Fruit in an vnholdsome dish Are like to rot vntasted goe and tell him We came to speake with him and you shall not sinne If you doe say we thinke him ouer proud And vnder honest in selfe-assumption greater Then in the note of iudgement worthier then himselfe Here tends the sauage strangenesse he puts on Disguise the holy strength of their command And vnder write in an obseruing kinde His humorous predominance yea watch His pettish lines his ebs his flowes as if The passage and whole carriage of this action Rode on his tyde Goe tell him this and adde That if he ouerhold his price so much Wee le none of him but let him like an Engin Not portable lye vnder this report Bring action hither this cannot goe to warre A stirring Dwarfe we doe allowance giue Before a sleeping Gyant tell him so Pat. I shall and bring his answere presently Aga. In second voyce wee le not be satisfied We come to speake with him Vlisses enter you Exit Vlisses Aiax What is he more then another Aga. No more then what he thinkes he is Aia. Is he so much doe you not thinke he thinkes himselfe a better man then I am Ag. No question Aiax Will you subscribe his thought and say he is Ag. No Noble Aiax you are as strong as valiant as wise no lesse noble much more gentle and altogether more tractable Aiax Why should a man be proud How doth pride grow I know not what it is Aga. Your minde is the cleerer Aiax and your vertues the fairer he that is proud eates vp himselfe Pride is his owne Glasse his owne trumpet his owne Chronicle and what euer praises it selfe but in the deede deuoures the deede in the praise Enter Vlysses Aiax I do hate a proud man as I hate the ingendring of Toades Nest Yet â—e â—oues himselfe Is' t not strange Vlis Achilles will not to the field to morrow Ag. What 's his excuse Vlis He doth relye on none But carries on the streame of his dispose Without obseruance or respect of any In will peculiar and in selfe admission Aga. Why will he not vpon our faire request Vntent his person and share the ayre with vs Vlis Things small as nothing for requests sake onely He makes important possest he is with greatnesse And speakes not to himselfe but with a pride That quarrels at selfe-breath Imagin'd wroth Holds in his bloud such swolne and hot discourse That twixt his mentall and his actiue parts Kingdom'd Achilles in commotion rages And batters gainst it selfe what should I say He is so plaguy proud that the death tokens of it Cry no recouery Ag. Let Aiax goe to him Deare Lord goe you and greete him in his Tent 'T is said he holds you well and will be led At your request a little from himselfe Vlis O Agamemnon let it not be so Wee le consecrate the steps that Aiax makes When they goe from Achilles shall the proud Lord That bastes his arrogance with his owne seame And neuer suffers matter of the world Enter his thoughts saue such as doe reuolue And ruminate himselfe Shall he be worshipt Of that we hold an Idoll more then hee No this thrice worthy and right valiant Lord Must not so staule his Palme nobly acquir'd Nor by my will assubingate his merit As amply titled as Achilles is by going to Achilles That were to enlard his fat already pride And adde more Coles to Cancer when he burnes With entertaining great Hiperion This L. goe to him Iupiter forbid And say in thunder Achilles goe to him Nest O this is well he rubs the veine of him Dio. And how his silence drinkes vp this applause Aia. If I goe to him with my armed fist I le pash him ore the face Ag. O no you shall not goe Aia. And a be proud with me I le phese his pride let me goe to him Vlis Not for the worth that hangs vpon our quarrel Aia. A paultry insolent fellow Nest How he describes himselfe Aia. Can he not be sociable Vlis The Rauen
this so dishonor'd Rub layd falsely I' th' plaine Way of his Merit Corio Tell me of Corne this was my speech And I will speak 't againe Mene. Not now not now Senat. Not in this heat Sir now Corio Now as I liue I will My Nobler friends I craue their pardons For the mutable ranke-sented Meynie Let them regard me as I doe not flatter And therein behold themselues I say againe In soothing them we nourish ' gainst our Senate The Cockle of Rebellion Insolence Sedition Which we our selues haue plowed for sow'd scatter'd By mingling them with vs the honor'd Number Who lack not Vertue no nor Power but that Which they haue giuen to Beggers Mene. Well no more Senat. No more words we beseech you Corio How no more As for my Country I haue shed my blood Not fearing outward force So shall my Lungs Coine words till their decay against those Meazels Which we disdaine should Tetter vs yet sought The very way to catch them Bru. You speake a' th' people as if you were a God To punish Not a man of their Infirmity Sicin 'T were well we let the people know 't Mene. What what His Choller Cor. Choller Were I as patient as the midnight sleep By Ioue 't would be my minde Sicin It is a minde that shall remain a poison Where it is not poyson any further Corio Shall remaine Heare you this Triton of the Minnoues Marke you His absolute Shall Com. 'T was from the Cannon Cor. Shall O God! but most vnwise Patricians why You graue but wreaklesse Senators haue you thus Giuen Hidra heere to choose an Officer That with his peremptory Shall being but The horne and noise o' th' Monsters wants not spirit To say hee 'l turne your Current in a ditch And make your Channell his If he haue power Then vale your Ignorance If none awake Your dangerous Lenity If you are Learn'd Be not as common Fooles if you are not Let them haue Cushions by you You are Plebeians If they be Senators and they are no lesse When both your voices blended the great'st taste Most pallates theirs They choose their Magistrate And such a one as he who puts his Shall His popular Shall against a grauer Bench Then euer frown'd in Greece By Ioue himselfe It makes the Consuls base and my Soule akes To know when two Authorities are vp Neither Supreame How soone Confusion May enter 'twixt the gap of Both and take The one by th' other Com. Well on to ' th' Market place Corio Who euer gaue that Counsell to giue forth The Corne a' th' Store-house gratis as 't was vs'd Sometime in Greece Mene. Well well no more of that Cor. Thogh there the people had more absolute powre I say they norisht disobedience fed the ruin of the State Bru. Why shall the people giue One that speakes thus their voyce Corio I le giue my Reasons More worthier then their Voyces They know the Corne Was not our recompence resting well assur'd They ne're did seruice for 't being prest to ' th' Warre Euen when the Nauell of the State was touch'd They would not thred the Gates This kinde of Seruice Did not deserue Corne gratis Being i' th' Warre There Mutinies and Reuolts wherein they shew'd Most Valour spoke not for them Th' Accusation Which they haue often made against the Senate All cause vnborne could neuer be the Natiue Of our so franke Donation Well what then How shall this Bosome-multiplied digest The Senates Courtesie Let deeds expresse What 's like to be their words We did request it We are the greater pole and in true feare They gaue vs our demands Thus we debase The Nature of our Seats and make the Rabble Call our Cares Feares which will in time Breake ope the Lockes a' th' Senate and bring in The Crowes to pecke the Eagles Mene. Come enough Bru. Enough with ouer measure Corio No take more What may be sworne by both Diuine and Humane Seale what I end withall This double worship Whereon part do's disdaine with cause the other Insult without all reason where Gentry Title wisedom Cannot conclude but by the yea and no Of generall Ignorance it must omit Reall Necessities and giue way the while To vnstable Slightnesse Purpose so barr'd it followes Nothing is done to purpose Therefore beseech you You that will be lesse fearefull then discreet That loue the Fundamentall part of State More then you doubt the change on 't That preferre A Noble life before a Long and Wish To iumpe a Body with a dangerous Physicke That 's sure of death without it at once plucke out The Multitudinous Tongue let them not â—icke The sweet which is their poyson Your dishonor Mangles true iudgement and bereaues the State Of that Integrity which should becom 't Not hauing the power to do the good it would For th' ill which doth controul't Bru. Has said enough Sicin Ha's spoken like a Traitor and shall answer As Traitors do Corio Thou wretch despight ore-whelme thee What should the people do with these bald Tribunes On whom depending their obedience failes To ' th' greater Bench in a Rebellion When what 's not meeâ— but what must be was Law Then were they chosen in a better houre Let what is meet be saide it must be meet And throw their power i' th' dust Bru. Manifest Treason Sicin This a Consull No. Enter an Aedile Bru. The Ediles hoe Let him be apprehended Sicin Go call the people in whose name my Selfe Attach thee as a Traitorous Innouator A Foe to ' th' publike Weale Obey I charge thee And follow to thine answer Corio Hence old Goat All. Wee 'l Surety him Com. Ag'd sir hands-off Corio Hence rotten thing or I shall shake thy bones Out of thy Garments Sicin Helpe ye Citizens Enter a rabble of Plebeians with the Aediles Mene. On both sides more respect Sicin Heere 's hee that would take from you all your power Bru. Seize him Aediles All. Downe with him downe with him 2 Sen. Weapons weapons weapons They all bustle about Coriolanus Tribunes Patricians Citizens what ho Sicinius Brutus Coriolanus Citizens All. Peace peace peace stay hold peace Mene. What is about to be I am out of Breath Confusions neere I cannot speake You Tribunes To ' th' people Coriolanus patience Speak good Sicinius Scici Heare me People peace All. Let 's here our Tribune peace speake speake speake Scici You are at point to lose your Liberties Martius would haue all from you Martius Whom late you haue nam'd for Consull Mene. Fie fie fie this is the way to kindle not to quench Sena To vnbuild the Citie and to lay all flat Scici What is the Citie but the People All. True the People are the Citie Brut. By the consent of all we were establish'd the Peoples Magistrates All. You so remaine Mene. And so are like to doe Com. That is the way to lay the Citie flat To bring the Roofe to the Foundation And burie all which
yet distinctly raunges In heapes and piles of Ruine Scici This deserues Death Brut. Or let vs stand to our Authoritie Or let vs lose it we doe here pronounce Vpon the part o' th' People in whose power We were elected theirs Martius is worthy Of present Death Scici Therefore lay hold of him Beare him toth ' Rock Tarpeian and from thence Into destruction cast him Brut. Aediles seize him All Ple. Yeeld Martius yeeld Mene. Heare me one word ' beseech you Tribunes heare me but a word Aediles Peace peace Mene. Be that you seeme truly your Countries friend And tempâ—rately proceed to what you would Thus violently redresse Brut. Sir those cold wayes That seeme like prudent helpes are very poysonous Where the Disease is violent Lay hands vpon him And beare him to the Rock Corio drawes his Sword Corio No I le die here There 's some among you haue beheld me fighting Come trie vpon your selues what you haue seene me Mene. Downe with that Sword Tribunes withdraw a while Brut. Lay hands vpon him Mene. Helpe Martius helpe you that be noble helpe him young and old All. Downe with him downe with him Exeunt In this Mutinie the Tribunes the Aediles and the People are beat in Mene. Goe get you to our House be gone away All will be naught else 2. Sena Get you gone Com. Stand fast we haue as many friends as enemies Mene. Shall it be put to that Sena The Gods forbid I prythee noble friend home to thy House Leaue vs to cure this Cause Mene. For 't is a Sore vpon vs You cannot Tent your selfe be gone ' beseech you Corio Come Sir along with vs. Mene. I would they were Barbarians as they are Though in Rome litter'd not Romans as they are not Though calued i' th' Porch o' th' Capitoll Be gone put not your worthy Rage into your Tongue One time will owe another Corio On faire ground I could beat fortie of them Mene. I could my selfe take vp a Brace o' th' best of them yea the two Tribunes Com. But now 't is oddes beyond Arithmetick And Manhood is call'd Foolerie when it stands Against a falling Fabrick Will you hence Before the Tagge returne whose Rage doth rend Like interrupted Waters and o're-beare What they are vs'd to beare Mene. Pray you be gone I le trie whether my old Wit be in request With those that haue but little this must be patcht With Cloth of any Colour Com. Nay come away Exeunt Coriolanus and Cominius Patri This man ha's marr'd his fortune Mene. His nature is too noble for the World He would not flatter Neptune for his Trident Or Ioue for 's power to Thunder his Heart 's his Mouth What his Brest forges that his Tongue must vent And being angry does forget that euer He heard the Name of Death A Noise within Here 's goodly worke Patri I would they were a bed Mene. I would they were in Tyber What the vengeance could he not speake 'em faire Enter Brutus and Sicinius with the rabble againe Sicin Where is this Viper That would depopulate the city be euery man himself Mene. You worthy Tribunes Sicin He shall be throwne downe the Tarpeian rock With rigorous hands he hath resisted Law And therefore Law shall scorne him further Triall Then the seuerity of the publike Power Which he so sets at naught 1 Cit. He shall well know the Noble Tribunes are The peoples mouths and we their hands All. He shall sure out Mene. Sir sir Sicin Peace Me. Do not cry hauocke where you shold but hunt With modest warrant Sicin Sir how com'st that you haue holpe To make this rescue Mene. Heere me speake As I do know The Consuls worthinesse so can I name his Faults Sicin Consull what Consull Mene. The Consull Coriolanus Bru. He Consull All. No no no no no. Mene. If by the Tribunes leaue And yours good people I may be heard I would craue a word or two The which shall turne you to no further harme Then so much losse of time Sic. Speake breefely then For we are peremptory to dispatch This Viporous Traitor to eiect him hence Were but one danger and to keepe him heere Our certaine death therefore it is decreed He dyes to night Menen Now the good Gods forbid That our renowned Rome whose gratitude Towards her deserued Children is enroll'd In Ioues owne Booke like an vnnaturall Dam Should now eate vp her owne Sicin He 's a Disease that must be cut away Mene. Oh he 's a Limbe that ha's but a Disease Mortall to cut it off to cure it easie What ha's he done to Rome that 's worthy death Killing our Enemies the blood he hath lost Which I dare vouch is more then that he hath By many an Ounce he dropp'd it for his Country And what is left to loose it by his Countrey Were to vs all that doo 't and suffer it A brand to th' end a ' th World Sicin This is cleane kamme Brut. Meerely awry When he did loue his Country it honour'd him Menen The seruice of the foote Being once gangren'd is not then respected For what before it was Bru. Wee 'l heare no more Pursue him to his house and plucke him thence Least his infection being of catching nature Spred further Menen One word more one word This Tiger-footed-rage when it shall find The harme of vnskan'd swiftnesse will too late Tye Leaden pounds too 's heeles Proceed by Processe Least parties as he is belou'd breake out And sacke great Rome with Romanes Brut. If it were so Sicin What do ye talke Haue we not had a taste of his Obedience Our Ediles smot our selues resisted come Mene. Consider this He ha's bin bred i' th' Warres Since a could draw a Sword and is ill school'd In boulted Language Meale and Bran together He throwes without distinction Giue me leaue I le go to him and vndertake to bring him in peace Where he shall answer by a lawfull Forme In peace to his vtmost perill 1. Sen. Noble Tribunes It is the humane way the other course Will proue to bloody and the end of it Vnknowne to the Beginning Sic. Noble Menenius be you then as the peoples officer Masters lay downe your Weapons Bru. Go not home Sic. Meet on the Market place wee 'l attend you there Where if you bring not Martius wee 'l proceede In our first way Menen I le bring him to you Let me desire your company he must come Or what is worst will follow Sena Pray you let 's to him Exeunt Omnes Enter Coriolanus with Nobles Corio Let them pull all about mine eares present me Death on the Wheele or at wilde Horses heeles Or pile ten hilles on the Tarpeian Rocke That the precipitation might downe stretch Below the beame of sight yet will I still Be thus to them Enter Volumnia Noble You do the Nobler Corio I muse my Mother Do's not approue me further who was wont To call them Wollen Vassailes things created
sit For 't is a throane where Honour may be Grown'd Sole Monarch of the vniuersall earth O what a beast was I to chide him Nur. Will you speake well of him That kil'd your Cozen Iul. Shall I speake ill of him that is my husband Ah poore my Lord what tongue shall smooth thy name When I thy three houres wife haue mangled it But wherefore Villaine did'st thou kill my Cozin That Villaine Cozin would haue kil'd my husband Backe foolish teares backe to your natiue spring Your tributarie drops belong to woe Which you mistaking offer vp to ioy My husband liues that Tibalt would haue slaine And Tibalt dead that would haue slaine my husband All this is comfort wherefore weepe I then Some words there was worser then Tybalts death That murdered me I would forget it feine But oh it presses to my memory Like damned guilty deedes to sinners minds Tybalt is dead and Romeo banished That banished that one word banished Hath slaine ten thousand Tibalts Tibalts death Was woe inough if it had ended there Or if sower woe delights in fellowship And needly will be rankt with other griefes Why followed not when she said Tibalts dead Thy Father or thy Mother nay or both Which moderne lamentation might haue mou'd But which a rere-ward following Tybalts death Romeo is banished to speake that word Is Father Mother Tybalt Romeo Iuliet All slaine all dead Romeo is banished There is no end no limit measure bound In that words death no words can that woe sound Where is my Father and my Mother Nurse Nur. Weeping and wailing ouer Tybalts Coarse Will you go to them I will bring you thither Iu. Wash they his wounds with tears mine shal be spent When theirs are drie for Romeo's banishment Take vp those Cordes poore ropes you are beguil'd Both you and I for Romeo is exild He made you for a high-way to my bed But I a Maid die Maiden widowed Come Cord come Nurse I le to my wedding bed And death not Romeo take my Maiden head Nur. Hie to your Chamber I le find Romeo To comfort you I wot well where he is Harke ye your Romeo will be heere at night I le to him he is hid at Lawrence Cell Iul. O find him giue this Ring to my true Knight And bid him come to take his last farewell Exit Enter Frier and Romeo Fri. Romeo come forth Come forth thou fearfull man Affliction is enamor'd of thy parts And thou art wedded to calamitie Rom. Father what newes What is the Princes Doome What sorrow craues acquaintance at my hand That I yet know not Fri. Too familiar Is my deare Sonne with such sowre Company I bring thee tydings of the Princes Doome Rom. What lesse then Doomesday Is the Princes Doome Fri. A gentler iudgement vanisht from his lips Not bodies death but bodies banishment Rom. Ha banishment be mercifull say death For exile hath more terror in his looke Much more then death do not say banishment Fri. Here from Verona art thou banished Be patient for the world is broad and wide Rom. There is no world without Verona walles But Purgatorie Torture hell it selfe Hence banished is banisht from the world And worlds exile is death Then banished Is death mistearm'd calling death banished Thou cut'st my head off with a golden Axe And smilest vpon the stroke that murders me Fri. O deadly sin O rude vnthankefulnesse Thy falt our Law calles death but the kind Prince Taking thy part hath rusht aside the Law And turn'd that blacke word death to banishment This is deare mercy and thou seest it not Rom. 'T is Torture and not mercy heauen is here Where Iuliet liues and euery Cat and Dog And little Mouse euery vnworthy thing Liue here in Heauen and may looke on her But Romeo may not More Validitie More Honourable state more Courtship liues In carrion Flies then Romeo they may seaze On the white wonder of deare Iuliets hand And steale immortall blessing from her lips Who euen in pure and vestall modestie Still blush as thinking their owne kisses sin This may Flies doe when I from this must flie And saist thou yet that exile is not death But Romeo may not hee is banished Had'st thou no poyson mixt no sharpe ground knife No sudden meane of death though nere so meane But banished to kill me Banished O Frier the damned vse that word in hell Howlings attends it how hast thou the hart Being a Diuine a Ghostly Confessor A Sin-Absoluer and my Friend profest To mangle me with that word banished Fri. Then fond Mad man heare me speake Rom. O thou wilt speake againe of banishment Fri. I le giue thee Armour to keepe off that word Aduersities sweete milke Philosophie To comfort thee though thou art banished Rom. Yet banished hang vp Philosophie Vnlesse Philosohpie can make a Iuliet Displant a Towne reuerse a Princes Doome It helpes not it preuailes not talke no more Fri. O then I see that Mad men haue no eares Rom. How should they When wisemen haue no eyes Fri. Let me dispaire with thee of thy estate Rom. Thou can'st not speake of that y u dost not feele Wert thou as young as Iuliet my Loue An houre but married Tybalt murdered Doting like me and like me banished Then mightest thou speake Then mightest thou teare thy hayre And fall vpon the ground as I doe now Taking the measure of an vnmade graue Enter Nurse and knockes Frier Arise one knockes Good Romeo hide thy selfe Rom. Not I Vnlesse the breath of Hartsicke groanes Mist-like infold me from the search of eyes Knocke Fri. Harke how they knocke Who 's there Romeo arise Thou wilt be taken stay a while stand vp Knocke. Run to my study by and by Gods will What simplenesse is this I come I come Knocke. Who knocks so hard Whence come you what 's your will Enter Nurse Nur. Let me come in And you shall know my errand I come from Lady Iuliet Fri. Welcome then Nur. O holy Frier O tell me holy Frier Where 's my Ladies Lord where 's Romeo Fri. There on the ground With his owne teares made drunke Nur. O he is euen in my Mistresse case Iust in her case O wofull simpathy Pittious predicament euen so lies she Blubbring and weeping weeping and blubbring Stand vp stand vp stand and you be a man For Iuliets sake for her sake rise and stand Why should you fall into so deepe an O. Rom. Nurse Nur. Ah sir ah sir deaths the end of all Rom. Speak'st thou of Iuliet how is it with her Doth not she thinke me an old Murtherer Now I haue stain'd the Childhood of our ioy With blood remoued but little from her owne Where is she and how doth she and what sayes My conceal'd Lady to our conceal'd Loue Nur. Oh she sayes nothing sir but weeps and weeps And now fals on her bed and then starts vp And Tybalt calls and then on Romeo cries And then downe falls againe Ro. As if
night looke that thou lie alone Let not thy Nurse lie with thee in thy Chamber Take thou this Violl being then in bed And this distilling liquor drinke thou off When presently through all thy veines shall run A cold and drowsie humour for no pulse Shall keepe his natiue progresse but surcease No warmth no breath shall testifie thou liuest The Roses in thy lips and cheekes shall fade To many ashes the eyes windowes fall Like death when he shut vp the day of life Each part depriu'd of supple gouernment Shall stiffe and starke and cold appeare like death And in this borrowed likenesse of shrunke death Thou shalt continue two and forty houres And then awake as from a pleasant sleepe Now when the Bridegroome in the morning comes To rowse thee from thy bed there art thou dead Then as the manner of our country is In thy best Robes vncouer'd on the Beere Be borne to buriall in thy kindreds graue Thou shalt be borne to that same ancient vault Where all the kindred of the Capulets lie In the meane time against thou shalt awake Shall Romeo by my Letters know our drift And hither shall he come and that very night Shall Romeo beare thee hence to Mantua And this shall free thee from this present shame If no inconstant toy nor womanish feare Abate thy valour in the acting it Iul. Giue me giue me O tell not me ofcare Fri. Hold get you gone be strong and prosperous In this resolue I le send a Frier with speed To Mantua with my Letters to thy Lord. Iu. Loue giue me strength And strength shall helpe afford Farewell deare father Exit Enter Father Capulet Mother Nurse and Seruing men two or three Cap. So many guests inuite as here are writ Sirrah go hire me twenty cunning Cookes Ser. You shall haue none ill sir for I le trie if they can licke their fingers Cap. How canst thou trie them so Ser. Marrie sir 't is an ill Cooke that cannot licke his owne fingers therefore he that cannot licke his fingers goes not with me Cap. Go be gone we shall be much vnfurnisht for this time what is my Daughter gone to Frier Lawrence Nur. I forsooth Cap. Well he may chance to do some good on her A peeuish selfe-wild harlotry it is Enter Iuliet Nur. See where she comes from shrift With merrie looke Cap. How now my headstrong Where haue you bin gadding Iul. Where I haue learnt me to repent the sin Of disobedient opposition To you and your behests and am enioyn'd By holy Lawrence to fall prostrate here To beg your pardon pardon I beseech you Henceforward I am euer rul'd by you Cap. Send for the Countie goe tell him of this I le haue this knot knit vp to morrow morning Iul. I met the youthfull Lord at Lawrence Cell And gaue him what becomed Loue I might Not stepping ore the bounds of modestie Cap. Why I am glad on 't this is well stand vp This is as 't should be let me see the County I marrie go I say and fetch him hither Now afore God this reueren'd holy Frier All our whole Cittie is much bound to him Iul. Nurse will you goe with me into my Closet To helpe me sort such needfull ornaments As you thinke fit to furnish me to morrow Mo. No not till Thursday there 's time inough Fa. Go Nurse go with her Wee le to Church to morrow Exeunt Iuliet and Nurse Mo. We shall be short in our prouision 'T is now neere night Fa. Tush I will stirre about And all things shall be well I warrant thee wife Go thou to Iuliet helpe to deckevp her I le not to bed to night let me alone I le play the huswife for this once What ho They are all forth well I will walke my selfe To Countie Paris to prepare him vp Against to morrow my heart is wondrous light Since this same way-ward Gyrle is so reclaim'd Exeunt Father and Mother Enter Iuliet and Nurse Iul. I those attires are best but gentle Nurse I pray thee leaue me to my selfe to night For I haue need of many Orysons To moue the heauens to smile vpon my state Which well thou know'st is crosse and full of sin Enter Mother Mo. What are you busie ho need you my help Iul. No Madam we haue cul'd such necessaries As are behoouefull for our state to morrow So please you let me now be left alone And let the Nurse this night sit vp with you For I am sure you haue your hands full all In this so sudden businesse Mo. Goodnight Get thee to bed and rest for thou hast need Exeunt Iul. Farewell God knowes when we shall meete againe I haue a faint cold feare thrills through my veines That almost freezes vp the heate of fire I le call them backe againe to comfort me Nurse what should she do here My dismall Sceane I needs must act alone Come Viall what if this mixture do not worke at all Shall I be married then to morrow morning No no this shall forbid it Lie thou there What if it be a poyson which the Frier Subtilly hath ministred to haue me dead Least in this marriage he should be dishonour'd Because he married me before to Romeo I feare it is and yet me thinkes it should not For he hath still beene tried a holy man How if when I am laid into the Tombe I wake before the time that Romeo Come to redeeme me There 's a fearefull point Shall I not then be stifled in the Vault To whose foule mouth no health some ayre breaths in And there die strangled ere my Romeo comes Or if I liue is it not very like The horrible conceit of death and night Together with the terror of the place As in a Vaulte an ancient receptacle Where for these many hundred yeeres the bones Of all my buried Auncestors are packt Where bloody Tybalt yet but greene in earth Lies festring in his shrow'd where as they say At some houres in the night Spirits resort Alacke alacke is it not like that I So early waking what with loathsome smels And shrikes like Mandrakes torne out of the earth That liuing mortalls hearing them run mad O if I walke shall I not be distraught Inuironed with all these hidious feares And madly play with my forefathers ioynts And plucke the mangled Tybalt from his shrow'd And in this rage with some great kinsmans bone As with a club dash out my desperate braines O looke me thinks I see my Cozins Ghost Seeking out Romeo that did spit his body Vpon my Rapiers point stay Tybalt stay Romeo Romeo Romeo here 's drinke I drinke to thee Enter Lady of the house and Nurse Lady Hold Take these keies and fetch more spices Nurse Nur. They call for Dates and Quinces in the Pastrie Enter old Capulet Cap. Come stir stir stir The second Cocke hath Crow'd The Curphew Bell hath rung 't is three a clocke Looke to the bakte meates good Angelica Spare not
for cost Nur. Go you Cot-queane go Get you to bed faith you le be sicke to morrow For this nights watching Cap. No not a whit what I haue watcht ere now All night for lesse cause and nere beene sicke La. I you haue bin a Mouse-hunt in your time But I will watch you from such watching now Exit Lady and Nurse Cap. A iealous hood a iealous hood Now fellow what there Enter three or foure with spits and logs and baskets Fel. Things for the Cooke sir but I know not what Cap. Make hast make hast sirrah fetch drier Logs Call Peter he will shew thee where they are Fel. I haue a head sir that will find out logs And neuer trouble Peter for the matter Cap. Masse and well said a merrie horson ha Thou shalt be loggerhead good Father 't is day Play Musicke The Countie will be here with Musicke straight For so he said he would I heare him neere Nurse wife what ho what Nurse I say Enter Nurse Go waken Iuliet go and trim her vp I le go and chat with Paris hie make hast Make hast the Bridegroome he is come already Make hast I say Nur. Mistris what Mistris Iuliet Fast I warrant her she Why Lambe why Lady fie you sluggabed Why Loue I say Madam sweet heart why Bride What not a word You take your peniworths now Sleepe for a weeke for the next night I warrant The Countie Paris hath set vp his rest That you shall rest but little God forgiue me Marrie and Amen how sound is she a sleepe I must needs wake her Madam Madam Madam I let the Countie take you in your bed Hee le fright you vp yfaith Will it not be What drest and in your clothes and downe againe I must needs wake you Lady Lady Lady Alas alas helpe helpe my Ladyes dead Oh weladay that euer I was borne Some Aqua-vitae ho my Lord my Lady Mo. What noise is heere Enter Mother Nur. O lamentable day Mo. What is the matter Nur. Looke looke oh heauie day Mo. O me O me my Child my onely life Reuiue looke vp or I will die with thee Helpe helpe call helpe Enter Father Fa. For shame bring Iuliet forth her Lord is come Nur. Shee 's dead deceast shee 's dead alacke the day M. Alacke the day shee 's dead shee 's dead shee 's dead Fa. Ha Let me see her out alas shee 's cold Her blood is setled and her ioynts are stiffe Life and these lips haue long bene sep erated Death lies on her like an vntimely frost Vpon the swetest flower of all the field Nur. O Lamentable day Mo. O wofull time Fa. Death that hath tane her hence to make me waile Ties vp my tongue and will not let me speake Enter Frier and the Countie Fri. Come is the Bride ready to go to Church Fa. Ready to go but neuer to returne O Sonne the night before thy wedding day Hath death laine with thy wife there she lies Flower as she was deflowred by him Death is my Sonne in-law death is my Heire My Daughter he hath wedded I will die And leaue him all life liuing all is deaths Pa. Haue I thought long to see this mornings face And doth it giue me such a sight as this Mo. Accur'st vnhappie wretched hatefull day Most miserable houre that ere time saw In lasting labour of his Pilgrimage But one poore one one poore and louing Child But one thing to reioyce and solace in And cruell death hath catcht it from my sight Nur. O wo O wofull wofull wofull day Most lamentable day most wofull day That euer euer I did yet behold O day O day O day O hatefull day Neuer was seene so blacke a day as this O wofull day O wofull day Pa. Beguild diuorced wronged spighted slaine Most detestable death by thee beguil'd By cruell cruell thee quite ouerthrowne O loue O life not life but loue in death Fat Despis'd distressed hated martir'd kil'd Vncomfortable time why cam'st thou now To murther murther our solemnitie O Child O Child my soule and not my Child Dead art thou alacke my Child is dead And with my Child my ioyes are buried Fri. Peace ho for shame confusions Care liues not In these confusions heauen and your selfe Had part in this faire Maid now heauen hath all And all the better is it for the Maid Your part in her you could not keepe from death But heauen keepes his part in eternall life The most you sought was her promotion For 't was your heauen she shouldst be aduan'st And weepe ye now seeing she is aduan'st Aboue the Cloudes as high as Heauen it selfe O in this loue you loue your Child so ill That you run mad seeing that she is well Shee 's not well married that liues married long But shee 's best married that dies married yong Drie vp your teares and sticke your Rosemarie On this faire Coarse and as the custome is And in her best array beare her to Church For though some Nature bids all vs lament Yet Natures teares are Reasons merriment Fa. All things that we ordained Festiuall Turne from their office to blacke Funerall Our instruments to melancholy Bells Our wedding cheare to a sad buriall Feast Our solemne Hymnes to sullen Dyrges change Our Bridall flowers serue for a buried Coarse And all things change them to the contrarie Fri. Sir go you in and Madam go with him And go sir Paris euery one prepare To follow this faire Coarse vnto her graue The heauens do lowre vpon you for some ill Moue them no more by crossing their high will Exeunt Mu. Faith we may put vp our Pipes and be gone Nur. Honest good fellowes Ah put vp put vp For well you know this is a pitifull case Mu. I by my troth the case may be amended Enter Peter Pet. Musitions oh Musitions Hearts ease hearts ease O and you will haue me liue play hearts ease Mu. Why hearts ease Pet. O Musitions Because my heart it selfe plaies my heart is full Mu. Not a dump we 't is no time to play now Pet. You will not then Mu. No. Pet. I will then giue it you soundly Mu. What will you giue vs Pet. No money on my faith but the gleeke I will giue you the Minstrell Mu. Then will I giue you the Seruing creature Peter Then will I lay the seruing Creatures Dagger on your pate I will carie no Crochets I le Re you I le Fa you do you note me Mu. And you Re vs and Fa vs you Note vs. 2. M. Pray you put vp your Dagger And put out your wit Then haue at you with my wit Peter I will drie-beate you with an yron wit And put vp my yron Dagger Answere me like men When griping griefes the heart doth wound then Musicke with her siluer sound Why siluer sound why Musicke with her siluer sound what say you Simon Catling Mu. Mary sir because siluer hath a sweet sound Pet. Pratest what say you Hugh
Peter Rom. Giue me that Mattocke the wrenching Iron Hold take this Letter early in the morning See thou deliuer it to my Lord and Father Giue me the light vpon thy life I charge thee What ere thou hear'st or seest stand all aloofe And do not interrupt me in my course Why I descend into this bed of death Is partly to behold my Ladies face But chiefly to take thence from her dead finger A precious Ring a Ring that I must vse In deare employment therefore hence be gone But if thou iealous dost returne to prie In what I further shall intend to do By heauen I will teare thee ioynt by ioynt And strew this hungry Churchyard with thy limbs The time and my intents are sauage wilde More fierce and more inexorable farre Then emptie Tygers or the roaring Sea Pet. I will be gone sir and not trouble you Ro. So shalt thou shew me friendship take thou that Liue and be prosperous and farewell good fellow Pet. For all this faine I le hide me here about His lookes I feare and his intents I doubt Rom. Thou detestable mawe thou wombe of death Gorg'd with the dearest morsell of the earth Thus I enforce thy rotten Iawes to open And in despight I le cram thee with more food Par. This is that banisht haughtie Mountague That murdred my Loues Cozin with which griefe It is supposed the faire Creature died And here is come to do some villanous shame To the dead bodies I will apprehend him Stop thy vnhallowed toyle vile Mountague Can vengeance be pursued further then death Condemned vallaine I do apprehend thee Obey and go with me for thou must die Rom. I must indeed and therfore came I hither Good gentle youth tempt not a desperate man Flie hence and leaue me thinke vpon those gone Let them affright thee I beseech thee Youth Put not an other sin vpon my head By vrging me to furie O be gone By heauen I loue thee better then my selfe For I come hither arm'd against my selfe Stay not be gone liue and hereafter say A mad mans mercy bid thee run away Par. I do defie thy commisseration And apprehend thee for a Fellon here Ro. Wilt thou prouoke me Then haue at thee Boy Pet. O Lord they fight I will go call the Watch. Pa. O I am slaine if thou be mercifull Open the Tombe lay me with Iuliet Rom. In faith I will let me peruse this face Mercutius kinsman Noble Countie Paris What said my man when my betossed soule Did not attend him as we rode I thinke He told me Paris should haue married Iuliet Said he not so Or did I dreame it so Or am I mad hearing him talke of Iuliet To thinke it was so O giue me thy hand One writ with me in sowre misfortunes booke I le burie thee in a triumphant graue A Graue O no a Lanthorne slaughtred Youth For here lies Iuliet and her beautie makes This Vault a feasting presence full of light Death lie thou there by a dead man inter'd How oft when men are at the point of death Haue they beene merrie Which their Keepers call A lightning before death Oh how may I Call this a lightning O my Loue my Wife Death that hath suckt the honey of thy breath Hath had no power yet vpon thy Beautie Thou are not conquer'd Beauties ensigne yet Is Crymson in thy lips and in thy cheekes And Deaths pale flag is not aduanced there Tybalt ly'st thou there in thy bloudy sheet O what more fauour can I do to thee Then with that hand that cut thy youth in twaine To sunder his that was thy enemie Forgiue me Cozen. Ah deare Iuliet Why art thou yet so faire I will beleeue Shall I beleeue that vnsubstantiall death is amorous And that the leane abhorred Monster keepes Thee here in darke to be his Paramour For feare of that I still will stay with thee And neuer from this Pallace of dym night Depart againe come lie thou in my armes Heere 's to thy health where ere thou tumblest in O true Appothecarie Thy drugs are quicke Thus with a kisse I die Depart againe here here will I remaine With Wormes that are thy Chambermaides O here Will I set vp my euerlasting rest And shake the yoke of inauspicious starres From this world wearied flesh Eyes looke your last Armes take your last embrace And lips O you The doores of breath seale with a righteous kisse A datelesse bargaine to ingrossing death Come bitter conduct come vnsauoury guide Thou desperate Pilot now at once run on The dashing Rocks thy Sea-sicke wearie Barke Heere 's to my Loue. O true Appothecary Thy drugs are quicke Thus with a kisse I die Enter Frier with Lanthorne Crow and Spade Fri. St. Francis be my speed how oft to night Haue my old feet stumbled at graues Who 's there Man Here 's one a Friend one that knowes you well Fri. Blisse be vpon you Tell me good my Friend What Torch is yond that vainely lends his light To grubs and eyelesse Sculleâ— As I discerne It burneth in the Capels Monument Man It doth so holy sir And there 's my Master one that you loue Fri. Who is it Man Romeo Fri. How long hath he bin there Man Full halfe an houre Fri. Go with me to the Vault Man I dare not Sir My Master knowes not but I am gone hence And fearefully did menace me with death If I did stay to looke on his entents Fri. Stay then I le go alone feares comes vpon me O much I feare some ill vnluckie thing Man As I did sleepe vnder this young tree here I dreamt my maister and another fought And that my Maister slew him Fri. Romeo Alacke alacke what blood is this which staines The stony entrance of this Sepulcher What meane these Masterlesse and goarie Swords To lie discolour'd by this place of peace Romeo oh pale who else what Paris too And steept in blood Ah what an vnknd houre Is guiltie of this lamentable chance The Lady stirs Iul. O comfortable Frier where 's my Lord I do remember well where I should be And there I am where is my Romeo Fri. I heare some noyse Lady come from that nest Of death contagion and vnnaturall sleepe A greater power then we can contradict Hath thwarted our entents come come away Thy husband in thy bosome there lies dead And Paris too come I le dispose of thee Among a Sisterhood of holy Nunnes Stay not to question for the watch is comming Come go good Iuliet I dare no longer stay Exit Iul. Go get thee hence for I will notuaway What 's here A cup clos'd in my true loâ—es hand Poyson I see hath bin his timelesse end O churle drinke all and lest no friendly drop To helpe me after I will kisse thy lips Happlie some poyson yet doth hang on them To make me die wth a restoratiue Thy lips are warme Enter Boy and Watch. Watch. Lead Boy which way Iul. Yea noise
parley For Lord Hamlet Beleeue so much in him that he is young And with a larger tether may he walke Then may be giuen you In few Ophelia Doe not beleeue his vowes for they are Broakers Not of the eye which their Inuestments show But meere implorators of vnholy Sutes Breathing like sanctified and pious bonds The better to beguile This is for all I would not in plaine tearmes from this time forth Haue you so slander any moment leisure As to giue words or talke with the Lord Hamlet Looke too 't I charge you come your wayes Ophe. I shall obey my Lord. Exeunt Enter Hamlet Horatio Marcellus Ham. The Ayre bites shrewdly is it very cold Hor. It is a nipping and an eager ayre Ham. What hower now Hor. I thinke it lacks of twelue Mar. No it is strooke Hor. Indeed I heard it not then it drawes neere the season Wherein the Spirit held his wont to walke What does this meane my Lord Ham. The King doth wake to night and takes his rouse Keepes wassels and the swaggering vpspring reeles And as he dreines his draughts of Renish downe The kettle Drum and Trumpet thus bray out The triumph of his Pledge Horat. Is it a custome Ham. I marry ist And to my mind though I am natiue heere And to the manner borne It is a Custome More honour'd in the breach then the obseruance Enter Ghost Hor. Looke my Lord it comes Ham. Angels and Ministers of Grace defend vs Be thou a Spirit of health or Goblin damn'd Bring with thee ayres from Heauen or blasts from Hell Be thy euents wicked or charitable Thou com'st in such a questionable shape That I will speake to thee I le call thee Hamlet King Father Royall Dane Oh oh answer me Let me not burst in Ignorance but tell Why thy Canoniz'd bones Hearsed in death Haue burst their cerments why the Sepulcher Wherein we saw thee quietly enurn'd Hath op'd his ponderous and Marble iawes To cast thee vp againe What may this meane That thou dead Coarse againe in compleat steele Reuisits thus the glimpses of the Moone Making Night hidious And we fooles of Nature So horridly to shake our disposition With thoughts beyond thee reaches of our Soules Say why is this wherefore what should we doe Ghost beckens Hamlet Hor. It beckons you to goe away with it As if it some impartment did desire To you alone Mar. Looke with what courteous action It wafts you to a more remoued ground But doe not goe with it Hor. No by no meanes Ham. It will not speake then will I follow it Hor. Doe not my Lord. Ham. Why what should be the feare I doe not set my life at a pins fee And for my Soule what can it doe to that Being a thing immortall as it selfe It waues me forth againe I le follow it Hor. What if it tempt you toward the Floud my Lord Or to the dreadfull Sonnet of the Cliffe That beetles o're his base into the Sea And there assumes some other horrible forme Which might depriue your Soueraignty of Reason And draw you into madnesse thinke of it Ham. It wafts me still goe on I le follow thee Mar. You shall not goe my Lord. Ham. Hold off your band Hor. Be rul'd you shall not goe Ham. My fate cries out And makes each petty Artire in this body As hardy as the Nemian Lions nerue Still am I cal'd Vnhand me Gentlemen By Heau'n I le make a Ghost of him that lets me I say away goe on I le follow thee Exeunt Ghost Hamlet Hor. He waxes desperate with imagination Mar. Let 's follow 't is not fit thus to obey him Hor. Haue after to what issue will this come Mar. Something is rotten in the State of Denmarke Hor. Heauen will direct it Mar. Nay let 's follow him Exeunt Enter Ghost and Hamlet Ham. Where wilt thou lead me speak I le go no further Gho. Marke me Ham. I will Gho. My hower is almost come When I to sulphurous and tormenting Flames Must render vp my selfe Ham. Alas poore Ghost Gho. Pitty me not but lend thy serious hearing To what I shall vnfold Ham. Speake I am bound to heare Gho. So art thou to reuenge when thou shalt heare Ham. What Gho. I am thy Fathers Spirit Doom'd for a certaine terme to walke the night And for the day confin'd to fast in Fiers Till the foule crimes done in my dayes of Nature Are burnt and purg'd away But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my Prison-House I could a Tale vnfold whose lightest word Would harrow vp thy soule freeze thy young blood Make thy two eyes like Starres start from their Spheres Thy knotty and combined locks to part And each particular haire to stand an end Like Quilles vpon the fretfull Porpentine But this eternall blason must not be To eares of flesh and bloud lift Hamlet oh lift If thou didst euer thy deare Father loue Ham. Oh Heauen Gho. Reuenge his foule and most vnnaturall Murther Ham. Murther Ghost Murther most foule as in the best it is But this most foule strange and vnnaturall Ham. Hast hast me to know it That with wings as swift As meditation or the thoughts of Loue May sweepe to my Reuenge Ghost I finde thee apt And duller should'st thou be then the fat weede That rots it selfe in ease on Lethe Wharfe Would'st thou not stirre in this Now Hamlet heare It 's giuen out that sleeping in mine Orchard A Serpent stung me so the whole eare of Denmarke Is by a forged processe of my death Rankly abus'd But know thou Noble youth The Serpent that did sting thy Fathers life Now weares his Crowne Ham. O my Propheticke soule mine Vncle Ghost I that incestuous that adulterate Beast With witchcraft of his wits hath Traitorous guifts Oh wicked Wit and Gifts that haue the power So to seduce Won to to this shamefull Lust The will of my most seeming vertuous Queene Oh Hamlet what a falling off was there From me whose loue was of that dignity That it went hand in hand euen with the Vow I made to her in Marriage and to decline Vpon a wretch whose Naturall gifts were poore To those of mine But Vertue as it neuer wil be moued Though Lewdnesse court it in a shape of Heauen So Lust though to a radiant Angell link'd Will sate it selfe in a Celestiallbed prey on Garbage But soft me thinkes I sent the Mornings Ayre Briefe let me be Sleeping within mine Orchard My custome alwayes in the afternoone Vpon my secure hower thy Vncle stole With iuyce of cursed Hebenon in a Violl And in the Porches of mine eares did poure The leaperous Distilment whose effect Holds such an enmity with bloud of Man That swift as Quick-siluer it courses through The naturall Gates and Allies of the Body And with a sodaine vigour it doth posset And curd like Aygre droppings into Milke The thin and wholsome blood so did it mine And a most instant Tetter bak'd
Murderer if you will For nought I did in hate but all in Honour Lod. This wretch hath part confest his Villany Did you and he consent in Cassio's death Oth. I. Cas Deere Generall I neuer gaue you cause Oth. I do beleeue it and I aske your pardon Will you I pray demand that demy-Diuell Why he hath thus ensnar'd my Soule and Body Iag. Demand me nothing what you know you know From this time forth I neuer will speake word Lod. What not to pray Gra. Torments will ope your lips Oth. Well thou dost best Lod. Sir You shall vnderstand what hath befalne Which as I thinke you know not heere is a Letter Found in the pocket of the slaine Rodorigo And heere another the one of them imports The death of Cassio to be vndertooke By Rodorigo Oth. O Villaine Cassio Most Heathenish and most grosse Lod. Now heere 's another discontented paper Found in his pocket too and this it seemes Rodorigo meant t' haue sent this damned villaine But that belike Iago in the interim Came in and satisfi'd him Oth. Oh thou pernitious Caitiffe How came you Cassio by that Handkerchiefe That was my wiues Cassio I found it in my Chamber And he himselfe confest it but euen now That there he dropt it for a speciall purpose Which wrought to his desire Othel. O Foole foole foole Cassio There is besides in Rodorigo's Letter How he vpbraides Iago that he made him Braue me vpon the Watch whereon it came That I was cast and euen but now he spake After long seeming dead Iago hurt him Iago set him on Lod. You must forsake this roome and go with vs Your Power and your Command is taken off And Cassio rules in Cyprus For this Slaue If there be any cunning Crueltie That can torment him much and hold him long It shall be his You shall close Prisoner rest Till that the Nature of your fault be knowne To the Venetian State Come bring away Oth. Soft you a word or two before you goe I haue done the State some seruice and they know 't No more of that I pray you in your Letters When you shall these vnluckie deeds relate Speake of me as I am Nothing extenuate Nor set downe ought in malice Then must you speake Of one that lou'd not wisely but too well Of one not easily Iealious but being wrought Perplexed in the extreame Of one whose hand Like the base Iudean threw a Pearle away Richer then all his Tribe Of one whose subdu'd Eyes Albeit vn-vsed to the melting moode Drops teares as fast as the Arabian Trees Their Medicinable gumme Set you downe this And say besides that in Aleppo once Where a malignant and a Turbond-Turke Beate a Venetian and traduc'd the State I tooke by th' throat the circumcised Dogge And smoate him thus Lod. Oh bloody period Gra. All that is spoke is marr'd Oth. I kist thee ere I kill'd thee No way but this Killing my selfe to dye vpon a kisse Cas This did I feare but thought he had no weapon For he was great of heart Lod. Oh Sparton Dogge More fell then Anguish Hunger or the Sea Looke on the Tragicke Loading of this bed This is thy worke The Obiect poysons Sight Let it be hid Gratiano keepe the house And seize vpon the Fortunes of the Moore For they succeede on you To you Lord Gouernor Remaines the Censure of this hellish villaine The Time the Place the Torture oh inforce it My selfe will straight aboord and to the State This heauie Act with heauie heart relate Exeunt FINIS The Names of the Actors OThello the Moore Brabantio Father to Desdemona Cassio an Honourable Lieutenant Iago a Villaine Rodorigo a gull'd Gentleman Duke of Venice Senators Montano Gouernour of Cyprus Gentlemen of Cyprus Lodouico and Gratiano two Noble Venetians Saylors Clowne Desdemona Wife to Othello Aemilia Wife to Iago Bianca a Curtezan THE TRAGEDIE OF Anthonie and Cleopatra Actus Primus Scoena Prima Enter Demetrius and Philo. Philo. NAy but this dotage of our Generals Ore-flowes the measure those his goodly eyes That o're the Files and Musters of the Warre Haue glow'd like plated Mars Now bend now turne The Office and Deuotion of their view Vpon a Tawny Front His Captaines heart Which in the scuffles of great Fights hath burst The Buckles on his brest reneages all temper And is become the Bellowes and the Fan To coole a Gypsies Lust Flourish Enter Anthony Cleopatra her Ladies the Traine with Eunuchs fanning her Looke where they come Take but good note and you shall see in him The triple Pillar of the world transform'd Into a Strumpets Foole. Behold and see Cleo. If it be Loue indeed tell me how much Ant. There 's beggery in the loue that can be reckon'd Cleo. I le set a bourne how farre to be belou'd Ant. Then must thou needes finde our new Heauen new Earth Enter a Messenger Mes Newes my good Lord from Rome Ant. Grates me the summe Cleo. Nay heare them Anthony Fuluia perchance is angry Or who knowes If the scarse-bearded Caesar haue not sent His powrefull Mandate to you Do this or this Take in that Kingdome and Infranchise that Perform't or else we damne thee Ant. How my Loue Cleo. Perchance Nay and most like You must not stay heere longer your dismission Is come from Caesar therefore heare it Anthony Where 's Fuluias Processe Caesars I would say both Call in the Messengers As I am Egypts Queene Thou blushest Anthony and that blood of thine Is Caesars homager else so thy cheeke payes shame When shrill-tongu'd Fuluia scolds The Messengers Ant. Let Rome in Tyber melt and the wide Arch Of the raing'd Empire fall Heere is my space Kingdomes are clay Our dungie earth alike Feeds Beast as Man the Noblenesse of life Is to do thus when such a mutuall paire And such a twaine can doo 't in which I binde One paine of punishment the world to weete We stand vp Peerelesse Cleo. Excellent falshood Why did he marry Fuluia and not loue her I le seeme the Foole I am not Anthony will be himselfe Ant. But stirr'd by Cleopatra Now for the loue of Loue and her soft houres Let 's not confound the time with Conference harsh There 's not a minute of our liues should stretch Without some pleasure now What sport to night Cleo. Heare the Ambassadors Ant. Fye wrangling Queene Whom euery thing becomes to chide to laugh To weepe who euery passion fully striues To make it selfe in Thee faire and admir'd No Messenger but thine and all alone to night Wee 'l wander through the streets and note The qualities of people Come my Queene Last night you did desire it Speake not to vs. Exeunt with the Traine Dem. Is Caesar with Anthonius priz'd so slight Philo. Sir sometimes when he is not Anthony He comes too short of that great Property Which still should go with Anthony Dem. I am full sorry that hee approues the common Lyar who thus speakes of him at
comfort gone My Queene Vpon a desperate bed and in a time When fearefull Warres point at me Her Sonne gone So needfull for this present It strikes me past The hope of comfort But for thee Fellow Who needs must know of her departure and Dost seeme so ignorant wee 'l enforce it from thee By a sharpe Torture Pis Sir my life is yours I humbly set it at your will But for my Mistris I nothing know where she remaines why gone Nor when she purposes returne Beseech your Highnes Hold me your loyall Seruant Lord. Good my Liege The day that she was missing he was heere I dare be bound hee 's true and shall performe All parts of his subiection loyally For Cloten There wants no diligence in seeking him And will no doubt be found Cym. The time is troublesome Wee 'l slip you for a season but our iealousie Do's yet depend Lord. So please your Maiesty The Romaine Legions all from Gallia drawne Are landed on your Coast with a supply Of Romaine Gentlemen by the Senate sent Cym. Now for the Counsaile of my Son and Queen I am amaz'd with matter Lord. Good my Liege Your preparation can affront no lesse Then what you heare of Come more for more you 're ready The want is but to put those Powres in motion That long to moue Cym. I thanke you let 's withdraw And meete the Time as it seekes vs. We feare not What can from Italy annoy vs but We greeue at chances heere Away Exeunt Pisa I heard no Letter from my Master since I wrote him Imogen was slaine 'T is strange Nor heare I from my Mistris who did promise To yeeld me often tydings Neither know I What is betide to Cloten but remaine Perplext in all The Heauens still must worke Wherein I am false I am honest not true to be true These present warres shall finde I loue my Country Euen to the note o' th' King or I le fall in them All other doubts by time let them be cleer'd Fortune brings in some Boats that are not steer'd Exit Scena Quarta Enter Belarius Guiderius Aruiragus Gui. The noyse is round about vs. Bel. Let vs from it Arui What pleasure Sir we finde in life to locke it From Action and Aduenture Gui. Nay what hope Haue we in hiding vs This way the Romaines Must or for Britaines slay vs or receiue vs For barbarous and vnnaturall Reuolts During their vse and slay vs after Bel. Sonnes Wee 'l higher to the Mountaines there secure v To the Kings party there 's no going newnesse Of Clotens death we being not knowne not muster'd Among the Bands may driue vs to a render Where we haue liu'd and so extort from 's that Which we haue done whose answer would be death Drawne on with Torture Gui. This is Sir a doubt In such a time nothing becomming you Nor satisfying vs. Arui It is not likely That when they heare their Roman horses neigh Behold their quarter'd Fires haue both their eyes And eares so cloy'd importantly as now That they will waste their time vpon our note To know from whence we are Bel. Oh I am knowne Of many in the Army Many yeeres Though Cloten then but young you see not wore him From my remembrance And besides the King Hath not deseru'd my Seruice nor your Loues Who finde in my Exile the want of Breeding The certainty of this heard life aye hopelesse To haue the courtesie your Cradle promis'd But to be still hot Summers Tanlings and The shrinking Slaues of Winter Gui. Then be so Better to cease to be Pray Sir to ' th' Army I and my Brother are not knowne your selfe So out of thought and thereto so ore-growne Cannot be question'd Arui By this Sunne that shines I le thither What thing is' t that I neuer Did see man dye scarse euer look'd on blood But that of Coward Hares hot Goats and Venison Neuer bestrid a Horse saue one that had A Rider like my selfe who ne're wore Rowell Nor Iron on his heele I am asham'd To looke vpon the holy Sunne to haue The benefit of his blest Beames remaining So long a poore vnknowne Gui. By heauens I le go If you will blesse me Sir and giue me leaue I le take the better care but if you will not The hazard therefore due fall on me by The hands of Romaines Arui So say I Amen Bel. No reason I since of your liues you set So slight a valewation should reserue My crack'd one to more care Haue with you Boyes If in your Country warres you chance to dye That is my Bed too Lads and there I le lye Lead lead the time seems long their blood thinks scorn Till it flye out and shew them Princes borne Exeunt Actus Quintus Scena Prima Enter Posthumus alone Post Yea bloody cloth I le keep thee for I am wisht Thou should'st be colour'd thus You married ones If each of you should take this course how many Must murther Wiues much better then themselues For wrying but a little Oh Pisanio Euery good Seruant do's not all Commands No Bond but to do iust ones Gods if you Should haue ' tane vengeance on my faults I neuer Had liu'd to put on this so had you saued The noble Imogen to repent and strooke Me wretch more worth your Vengeance But alacke You snatch some hence for little faults that 's loue To haue them fall no more you some permit To second illes with illes each elder worse And make them dread it to the dooers thrift But Imogen is your owne do your best willes And make me blest to obey I am brought hither Among th' Italian Gentry and to fight Against my Ladies Kingdome 'T is enough That Britaine I haue kill'd thy Mistris Peace I le giue no wound to thee therefore good Heauens Heare patiently my purpose I le disrobe me Of these Italian weedes and suite my selfe As do's a Britaine Pezant so I le fight Against the part I come with so I le dye For thee O Imogen euen for whom my life Is euery breath a death and thus vnknowne Pittied nor hated to the face of perill My selfe I le dedicate Let me make men know More valour in me then my habits show Gods put the strength o' th' Leonati in me To shame the guize o' th' world I will begin The fashion lesse without and more within Exit Scena Secunda Enter Lucius Iachimo and the Romane Army at one doore and the Britaine Army at another Leonatus Posthumus following like a poore Souldier They march ouer and goe out Then enter againe in Skirmish Iachimo and Posthumus he vanquisheth and disarmeth Iachimo and then leaues him Iac. The heauinesse and guilt within my bosome Takes off my manhood I haue belyed a Lady The Princesse of this Country and the ayre on 't Reuengingly enfeebles me or could this Carle A very drudge of Natures haue subdu'de me In my profession Knighthoods and Honors borne As I weare
mine are titles but of scorne If that thy Gentry Britaine go before This Lowt as he exceeds our Lords the oddes Is that we scarse are men and you are Goddes Exit The Battaile continues the Britaines fly Cymbeline is taken Then enter to his rescue Bellarius Guiderius and Aruiragus Bel. Stand stand we haue th' aduantage of the ground The Lane is guarded Nothing rowts vs but The villany of our feares Gui. Arui Stand stand and fight Enter Posthumus and seconds the Britaines They Rescue Cymbeline and Exeunt Then enter Lucius Iachimo and Imogen Luc. Away boy from the Troopes and saue thy selfe For friends kil friends and the disorder's such As warre were hood-wink'd Iac. 'T is their fresh supplies Luc. It is a day turn'd strangely or betimes Let 's re-inforce or fly Exeunt Scena Tertia Enter Posthumus and a Britaine Lord. Lor. Cam'st thou from where they made the stand Post I did Though you it seemes come from the Fliers Lo I did Post No blame be to you Sir for all was lost But that the Heauens fought the King himselfe Of his wings destitute the Army broken And but the backes of Britaines seene all flying Through a strait Lane the Enemy full-hearted Lolling the Tongue with slaught'ring hauing worke More plentifull then Tooles to doo 't strooke downe Some mortally some slightly touch'd some falling Meerely through feare that the strait passe was damm'd With deadmen hurt behinde and Cowards liuing To dye with length'ned shame Lo. Where was this Lane Post Close by the battell ditch'd wall'd with turph Which gaue aduantage to an ancient Soldiour An honest one I warrant who deseru'd So long a breeding as his white beard came to In doing this for 's Country Athwart the Lane He with two striplings Lads more like to run The Country base then to commit such slaughter With faces fit for Maskes or rather fayrer Then those for preseruation cas'd or shame Made good the passage cryed to those that fled Our Britaines hearts dye flying not our men To darknesse fleete soules that flye backwards stand Or we are Romanes and will giue you that Like beasts which you shun beastly and may saue But to looke backe in frowne Stand stand These three Three thousand confident in acte as many For three performers are the File when all The rest do nothing With this word stand stand Accomodated by the Place more Charming With their owne Noblenesse which could haue turn'd A Distaffe to a Lance guilded pale lookes Part shame part spirit renew'd that some turn'd coward But by example Oh a sinne in Warre Damn'd in the first beginners gan to looke The way that they did and to grin like Lyons Vpon the Pikes o' th' Hunters Then beganne A stop i' th' Chaser a Retyre Anon A Rowt confusion thicke forthwith they flye Chickens the way which they stopt Eagles Slaues The strides the Victors made and now our Cowards Like Fragments in hard Voyages became The life o' th' need hauing found the backe doore open Of the vnguarded hearts heauens how they wound Some slaine before some dying some their Friends Ore-borne i' th' former waue ten chac'd by one Are now each one the slaughter-man of twenty Those that would dye or ere resist are growne The mortall bugs o' th' Field Lord. This was strange chance A narrow Lane an old man and two Boyes Post Nay do not wonder at it you are made Rather to wonder at the things you heare Then to worke any Will you Rime vpon 't And vent it for a Mock'rie Heere is one Two Boyes an Oldman twice a Boy a Lane Preseru'd the Britaines was the Romanes bane Lord. Nay be not angry Sir Post Lacke to what end Who dares not stand his Foe I le be his Friend For if hee 'l do as he is made to doo I know hee 'l quickly flye my friendship too You haue put me into Rime Lord. Farewell you 're angry Exit Post Still going This is a Lord Oh Noble misery To be i' th' Field and aske what newes of me To day how many would haue giuen their Honours To haue sau'd their Carkasses Tooke heele to doo 't And yet dyed too I in mine owne woe charm'd Could not finde death where I did heare him groane Nor feele him where he strooke Being an vgly Monster 'T is strange he hides him in fresh Cups soft Beds Sweet words or hath moe ministers then we That draw his kniues i' th' War Well I will finde him For being now a Fauourer to the Britaine No more a Britaine I haue resum'd againe The part I came in Fight I will no more But yeeld me to the veriest Hinde that shall Once touch my shoulder Great the slaughter is Heere made by ' th' Romane great the Answer be Britaines must take For me my Ransome 's death On eyther side I come to spend my breath Which neyther heere I le keepe nor beare agen But end it by some meanes for Imogen Enter two Captaines and Soldiers 1 Great Iupiter be prais'd Lucius is taken 'T is thought the old man and his sonnes were Angels 2 There was a fourth man in a silly habit That gaue th' Affront with them 1 So 't is reported But none of 'em can be found Stand who 's there Post A Roman Who had not now beene drooping heere if Seconds Had answer'd him 2 Lay hands on him a Dogge A legge of Rome shall not returne to tell What Crows haue peckt them here he brags his seruice As if he were of note bring him to ' th' King Enter Cymbeline Belarius Guiderius Aruiragus Pisanio and Romane Captiues The Captaines present Posthumus to Cymbeline who deliuers him ouer to a Gaoler Scena Quarta Enter Posthumus and Gaoler Gao You shall not now be stolne You haue lockes vpon you So graze as you finde Pasture 2. Gao I or a stomacke Post Most welcome bondage for thou art a way I thinke to liberty yet am I better Then one that 's sicke o' th' Gowt since he had rather Groane so in perpetuity then be cur'd By ' th ' sure Physitian Death who is the key T'vnbarre these Lockes My Conscience thou art fetter'd More then my shanks wrists you good Gods giue me The penitent Instrument to picke that Bolt Then free for euer Is' t enough I am sorry So Children temporall Fathers do appease Gods are more full of mercy Must I repent I cannot do it better then in Gyues Desir'd more then constrain'd to satisfie If of my Freedome 't is the maine part take No stricter render of me then my All. I know you are more clement then vilde men Who of their broken Debtors take a third A sixt a tenth letting them thriue againe On their abatement that 's not my desire For Imogens deere life take mine and though 'T is not so deere yet 't is a life you coyn'd it 'Tweene man and man they waigh not euery stampe Though light take Peeces for the figures sake You rather mine
straight Weaknesse possesseth me and I am faint Exeunt Scena Quarta Enter Salisbury Pembroke and Bigot Sal. I did not thinke the King so stor'd with friends Pem. Vp once againe put spirit in the French If they miscarry we miscarry too Sal. That misbegotten diuell Falconbridge In spight of spight alone vpholds the day Pem. They say King Iohn sore sick hath left the field Enter Meloon wounded Mel. Lead me to the Reuolts of England heere Sal. When we were happie we had other names Pem. It is the Count Meloone Sal. Wounded to death Mel. Fly Noble English you are bought and sold Vnthred the rude eye of Rebellion And welcome home againe discarded faith Seeke out King Iohn and fall before his feete For if the French be Lords of this loud day He meanes to recompence the paines you take By cutting off your heads Thus hath he sworne And I with him and many moe with mee Vpon the Altar at S. Edmondsbury Euen on that Altar where we swore to you Deere Amity and euerlasting loue Sal. May this be possible May this be true Mel. Haue I not hideous death within my view Retaining but a quantity of life Which bleeds away euen as a forme of waxe Resolueth from his figure ' gainst the fire What in the world should make me now deceiue Since I must loose the vse of all deceite Why should I then be false since it is true That I must dye heere and liue hence by Truth I say againe if Lewis do win the day He is forsworne if ere those eyes of yours Behold another day breake in the East But euen this night whose blacke contagious breath Already smoakes about the burning Crest Of the old feeble and day-wearied Sunne Euen this ill night your breathing shall expire Paying the fine of rated Treachery Euen with a treacherous fine of all your liues If Lewis by your assistance win the day Commend me to one Hubert with your King The loue of him and this respect besides For that my Grandsite was an Englishman Awakes my Conscience to confesse all this In lieu whereof I pray you beare me hence From forth the noise and rumour of the Field Where I may thinke the remnant of my thoughts In peace and part this bodie and my soule With contemplation and deuout desires Sal. We do beleeue thee and beshrew my soule But I do loue the fauour and the forme Of this most faire occasion by the which We will vntread the steps of damned flight And like a bated and retired Flood Leauing our ranknesse and irregular course Stoope lowe within those bounds we haue ore-look'd And calmely run on in obedience Euen to our Ocean to our great King Iohn My arme shall giue thee helpe to beare thee hence For I do see the cruell pangs of death Right in thine eye Away my friends new flight And happie newnesse that intends old right Exeunt Scena Quinta Enter Dolphin and his Traine Dol. The Sun of heauen me thought was loth to set But staid and made the Westerne Welkin blush When English measure backward their owne ground In faint Retire Oh brauely came we off When with a volley of our needlesse shot After such bloody toile we bid good night And woon'd our tott'ring colours clearly vp Last in the field and almost Lords of it Enter a Messenger Mes Where is my Prince the Dolphin Dol. Heere what newes Mes The Count Meloone is slaine The English Lords By his perswasion are againe falne off And your supply which you haue wish'd so long Are cast away and sunke on Goodwin sands Dol. Ah fowle shrew'd newes Beshrew thy very hart I did not thinke to be so sad to night As this hath made me Who was he that said King Iohn did flie an houre or two before The stumbling night did part our wearie powres Mes Who euer spoke it it is true my Lord. Dol. Well keepe good quarter good care to night The day shall not be vp so soone as I To try the faire aduenture of to morrow Exeunt Scena Sexta Enter Bastard and Hubert seuerally Hub. Whose there Speake hoa speake quickely or I shoote Bast A Friend What art thou Hub. Of the part of England Bast Whether doest thou go Hub. What 's that to thee Why may not I demand of thine affaires As well as thou of mine Bast Hubert I thinke Hub. Thou hast a perfect thought I will vpon all hazards well beleeue Thou art my friend that know'st my tongue so well Who art thou Bast Who thou wilt and if thou please Thou maist be-friend me so much as to thinke I come one way of the Plantagenets Hub. Vnkinde remembrance thou endles night Haue done me shame Braue Soldier pardon me That any accent breaking from thy tongue Should scape the true acquaintance of mine eare Bast Come come sans complement What newes abroad Hub. Why heere walke I in the black brow of night To finde you out Bast Brcefe then and what 's the newes Hub. O my sweet sir newes fitting to the night Blacke fearefull comfortlesse and horrible Bast Shew me the very wound of this ill newes I am no woman I le not swound at it Hub. The King I feare is poyson'd by a Monke I left him almost speechlesse and broke out To acquaint you with this euill that you might The better arme you to the sodaine time Then if you had at leisure knowne of this Bast How did he take it Who did taste to him Hub. A Monke I tell you a resolued villaine Whose Bowels sodainly burst out The King Yet speakes and peraduenture may recouer Bast Who didst thou leaue to tend his Maiesty Hub. Why know you not The Lords are all come backe And brought Prince Henry in their companie At whose request the king hath pardon'd them And they are all about his Maiestie Bast With-hold thine indignation mighty heauen And tempt vs not to beare aboue our power I le tell thee Hubert halfe my power this night Passing these Flats are taken by the Tide These Lincolne-Washes haue deuoured them My selfe well mounted hardly haue escap'd Away before Conduct me to the king I doubt he will be dead or ere I come Exeunt Scena Septima Enter Prince Henry Salisburie and Bigot Hen. It is too late the life of all his blood Is touch'd corruptibly and his pure braine Which some suppose the soules fraile dwelling house Doth by the idle Comments that it makes Fore-tell the ending of mortality Enter Pembroke Pem. His Highnesse yet doth speak holds beleefe That being brought into the open ayre It would allay the burning qualitie Of that fell poison which assayleth him Hen. Let him be brought into the Orchard heere Doth he still rage Pem. He is more patient Then when you left him euen now he sung Hen. Oh vanity of sicknesse fierce extreames In their continuance will not feele themselues Death hauing praide vpon the outward parts Leaues them inuisible and his seige is now
Against the winde the which he prickes and wounds With many legions of strange fantasies Which in their throng and presse to that last hold Counfound themselues 'T is strange y t death shold sing I am the Symer to this pale faint Swan Who chaunts a dolefull hymne to his owne death And from the organ-pipe of frailety sings His soule and body to their lasting rest Sal. Be of good comfort Prince for you are borne To set a forme vpon that indigest Which he hath left so shapelesse and so rude Iohn brought in Iohn I marrie now my soule hath elbow roome It would not out at windowes nor at doores There is so hot a summer in my bosome That all my bowels crumble vp to dust I am a scribled forme drawne with a pen Vpon a Parchment and against this fire Do I shrinke vp Hen. How fares your Maiesty Ioh. Poyson'd ill fare dead forsooke cast off And none of you will bid the winter come To thrust his ycie fingers in my maw Nor let my kingdomes Riuers take their course Through my burn'd bosome nor intreat the North To make his bleake windes kisse my parched lips And comfort me with cold I do not aske you much I begge cold comfort and you are so straight And so ingratefull you deny me that Hen. Oh that there were some vertue in my teares That might releeue you Iohn The salt in them is hot Within me is a hell and there the poyson Is as a fiend confin'd to tyrannize On vnrepreeuable condemned blood Enter Bastard Bast Oh I am scalded with my violent motion And spleene of speede to see your Maiesty Iohn Oh Cozen thou art come to set mine eye The tackle of my heart is crack'd and burnt And all the shrowds wherewith my life should saile Are turned to one thred one little haire My heart hath one poore string to stay it by Which holds but till thy newes be vttered And then all this thou seest is but a clod And module of confounded royalty Bast The Dolphin is preparing hither-ward Where heauen he knowes how we shall answer him For in a night the best part of my powre As I vpon aduantage did remoue Were in the Washes all vnwarily Deuoured by the vnexpected flood Sal. You breath these dead newes in as dead an eare My Liege my Lord but now a King now thus Hen. Euen so must I run on and euen so stop What surety of the world what hope what stay When this was now a King and now is clay Bast Art thou gone so I do but stay behinde To do the office for thee of reuenge And then my soule shall waite on thee to heauen As it on earth hath bene thy seruant still Now now you Starres that moue in your right spheres Where be your powres Shew now your mended faiths And instantly returne with me againe To push destruction and perpetuall shame Out of the weake doore of our fainting Land Straight let vs seeke or straight we shall be sought The Dolphine rages at our verie heeles Sal. It seemes you know not then so much as we The Cardinall Pandulph is within at rest Who halfe an houre since came from the Dolphin And brings from him such offers of our peace As we with honor and respect may take With purpose presently to leaue this warre Bast He will the rather do it when he sees Our selues well sinew'd to our defence Sal. Nay 't is in a manner done already For many carriages hee hath dispatch'd To the sea side and put his cause and quarrell To the disposing of the Cardinall With whom your selfe my selfe and other Lords If you thinke meete this afternoone will poast To consummate this businesse happily Bast Let it be so and you my noble Prince With other Princes that may best be spar'd Shall waite vpon your Fathers Funerall Hen. At Worster must his bodie be interr'd For so he will'd it Bast Thither shall it then And happily may your sweet selfe put on The lineall state and glorie of the Land To whom with all submission on my knee I do bequeath my faithfull seruices And true subiection euerlastingly Sal. And the like tender of our loue wee make To rest without a spot for euermore Hen. I haue a kinde soule that would giue thankes And knowes not how to do it but with teares Bast Oh let vs pay the time but needfull woe Since it hath beene before hand with our greefes This England neuer did nor neuer shall Lye at the proud foote of a Conqueror But when it first did helpe to wound it selfe Now these her Princes are come home againe Come the three corners of the world in Armes And we shall shocke them Naught shall make vs rue If England to it selfe do rest but true Exeunt The life and death of King Richard the Second Actus Primus Scaena Prima Enter King Richard Iohn of Gaunt with other Nobles and Attendants King Richard OLd Iohn of Gaunt time-honoured Lancaster Hast thou according to thy oath and band Brought hither Henry Herford thy bold son Heere to make good y e boistrous late appeale Which then our leysure would not let vs heare Against the Duke of Norfolke Thomas Mowbray Gaunt I haue my Liege King Tell me moreouer hast thou sounded him If he appeale the Duke on ancient malice Or worthily as a good subiect should On some knowne ground of treacherie in him Gaunt As neere as I could sift him on that argument On some apparant danger seene in him Aym'd at your Highnesse no inueterate malice Kin. Then call them to our presence face to face And frowning brow to brow our selues will heare Th' accuser and the accused freely speake High stomackâ—d are they both and full of ire In rage deafe as the sea hastie as fire Enter Bullingbrooke and Mowbray Bul. Many yeares of happy dayes befall My gracious Soueraigne my most louing Liege Mow. Each day still better others happinesse Vntill the heauens enuying earths good hap Adde an immortall title to your Crowne King We thanke you both yet one but flatters vs As well appeareth by the cause you come Namely to appeale each other of high treason Coosin of Hereford what dost thou obiect Against the Duke of Norfolke Thomas Mowbray Bul. First heauen be the record to my speech In the deuotion of a subiects loue Tendering the precious safetie of my Prince And free from other misbegotten hate Come I appealant to this Princely presence Now Thomas Mowbray do I turne to thee And marke my greeting well for what I speake My body shall make good vpon this earth Or my diuine soule answer it in heauen Thou art a Traitor and a Miscreant Too good to be so and too bad to liue Since the more faire and christall is the skie The vglier seeme the cloudes that in it flye Once more the more to aggrauate the note With a foule Traitors name stuffe I thy throte And wish so please my Soueraigne ere I moue What