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
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
my dying voyce So tell him with the occurrents more and lesse Which haue solicited The rest is silence O o o o Dyes Hora. Now cracke a Noble heart Goodnight sweet Prince And flights of Angels sing thee to thy rest Why do's the Drumme come hither Enter Fortinbras and English Ambassador with Drumme Colours and Attendants Fortin Where is this sight Hor. What is it ye would see If ought of woe or wonder cease your search For. His quarry cries on hauocke Oh proud death What feast is toward in thine eternall Cell That thou so many Princes at a shoote So bloodily hast strooke Amb. The sight is dismall And our affaires from England come too late The eares are senselesse that should giue vs hearing To tell him his command'ment is fulfill'd That Rosincrance and Guildensterne are dead Where should we haue our thankes Hor. Not from his mouth Had it th' abilitie of life to thanke you He neuer gaue command'ment for their death But since so iumpe vpon this bloodie question You from the Polake warres and you from England Are heere arriued Giue order that these bodies High on a stage be placed to the view And let me speake to th' yet vnknowing world How these things came about So shall you heare Of carnall bloudie and vnnaturall acts Of accidentall iudgements casuall slaughters Of death's put on by cunning and forc'd cause And in this vpshot purposes mistooke Falne on the Inuentors heads All this can I Truly deliuer For. Let vs hast to heare it And call the Noblest to the Audience For me with sorrow I embrace my Fortune I haue some Rites of memory in this Kingdome Which are ro claime my vantage doth Inuite me Hor. Of that I shall haue alwayes cause to speake And from his mouth Whose voyce will draw on more But let this same be presently perform'd Euen whiles mens mindes are wilde Lest more mischance On plots and errors happen For. Let foure Captaines Beare Hamlet like a Soldier to the Stage For he was likely had he beene put on To haue prou'd most royally And for his passage The Souldiours Musicke and the rites of Warre Speake lowdly for him Take vp the body Such a sight as this Becomes the Field but heere shewes much amis Go bid the Souldiers shoote Exeunt Marching after the which a Peale of Ordenance are shot off FINIS THE TRAGEDIE OF KING LEAR Actus Primus Scoena Prima Enter Kent Gloucester and Edmond Kent I Thought the King had more affected the Duke of Albany then Cornwall Glou. It did alwayes seeme so to vs But now in the diuision of the Kingdome it appeares not which of the Dukes hee valewes most for qualities are so weigh'd that curiosity in neither can make choise of eithers moity Kent Is not this your Son my Lord Glou. His breeding Sir hath bin at my charge I haue so often blush'd to acknowledge him that now I am braz'd too 't Kent I cannot conceiue you Glou. Sir this yong Fellowes mother could wherevpon she grew round womb'd and had indeede Sir a Sonne for her Cradle ere she had a husband for her bed Do you smell a fault Kent I cannot wish the fault vndone the issue of it being so proper Glou. But I haue a Sonne Sir by order of Law some yeere elder then this who yet is no deerer in my account though this Knaue came somthing sawcily to the world before he was sent for yet was his Mother fayre there was good sport at his making and the horson must be acknowledged Doe you know this Noble Gentleman Edmond Edm. No my Lord. Glou. My Lord of Kent Remember him heereafter as my Honourable Friend Edm. My seruices to your Lordship Kent I must loue you and sue to know you better Edm. Sir I shall study deseruing Glou. He hath bin out nine yeares and away he shall againe The King is comming Sennet Enter King Lear Cornwall Albany Gonerill Regan Cordelia and attendants Lear. Attend the Lords of France Burgundy Gloster Glou. I shall my Lord. Exit Lear. Meane time we shal expresse our darker purpose Giue me the Map there Know that we haue diuided In three our Kingdome and 't is our fast intent To shake all Cares and Businesse from our Age Conferring them on yonger strengths while we Vnburthen'd crawle toward death Our son of Cornwal And you our no lesse louing Sonne of Albany We haue this houre a constant will to publish Our daughters seuerall Dowers that future strife May be preuented now The Princes France Burgundy Great Riuals in our yongest daughters loue Long in our Court haue made their amorous soiourne And heere are to be answer'd Tell me my daughters Since now we will diuest vs both of Rule Interest of Territory Cares of State Which of you shall we say doth loue vs most That we our largest bountie may extend Where Nature doth with merit challenge Gonerill Our eldest borne speake first Gon. Sir I loue you more then word can weild y e matter Deerer then eye-sight space and libertie Beyond what can be valewed rich or rare No lesse then life with grace health beauty honor As much as Childe ere lou'd or Father found A loue that makes breath poore and speech vnable Beyond all manner of so much I loue you Cor. What shall Cordelia speake Loue and be silent Lear. Of all these bounds euen from this Line to this With shadowie Forrests and with Champains rich'd With plenteous Riuers and wide-skirted Meades We make thee Lady To thine and Albanies issues Be this perpetuall What sayes our second Daughter Our deerest Regan wife of Cornwall Reg. I am made of that selfe-mettle as my Sister And prize me at her worth In my true heart I finde she names my very deede of loue Onely she comes too short that I professe My selfe an enemy to all other ioyes Which the most precious square of sense professes And finde I am alone felicitate In your deere Highnesse loue Cor. Then poore Cordelia And yet not so since I am sure my loue 's More ponderous then my tongue Lear. To thee and thine hereditarie euer Remaine this ample third of our faire Kingdome No lesse in space validitie and pleasure Then that confeir'd on Gonerill Now our Ioy Although our last and least to whose yong loue The Vines of France and Milke of Burgundie Striue to be interest What can you say to draw A third more opilent then your Sisters speake Cor. Nothing my Lord. Lear. Nothing Cor. Nothing Lear. Nothing will come of nothing speake againe Cor. Vnhappie that I am I cannot heaue My heart into my mouth I loue your Maiesty According to my bond no more nor lesse Lear. How how Cordelia Mend your speech a little Least you may marre your Fortunes Cor. Good my Lord You haue begot me bred me lou'd me I returne those duties backe as are right fit Obey you Loue you and most Honour you Why haue my Sisters Husbands if they say They loue you
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
you to abide heere till he come and inforce them against him we shall finde this Frier a notable fellow Luc. As any in Vienna on my word Esc Call that same Isabell here once againe I would speake with her pray you my Lord giue mee leaue to question you shall see how I le handle her Luc. Not better then he by her owne report Esc Say you Luc. Marry sir I thinke if you handled her priuately She would sooner confesse perchance publikely she 'll be asham'd Enter Duke Prouost Isabella Esc I will goe darkely to worke with her Luc. That 's the way for women are light at midnight Esc Come on Mistris here 's a Gentlewoman Denies all that you haue said Luc. My Lord here comes the rascall I spoke of Here with the Prouost Esc In very good time speake not you to him till we call vpon you Luc. Mum. Esc Come Sir did you set these women on to slander Lord Angelo they haue confes'd you did Duk. 'T is false Esc How Know you where you are Duk. Respect to your great place and let the diuell Be sometime honour'd for his burning throne Where is the Duke 't is he should heare me speake Esc The Duke 's in vs and we will heare you speake Looke you speake iustly Duk. Boldly at least But oh poore soules Come you to seeke the Lamb here of the Fox Good night to your redresse Is the Duke gone Then is your cause gone too The Duke 's vniust Thus to retort your manifest Appeale And put your triall in the villaines mouth Which here you come to accuse Luc. This is the rascall this is he I spoke of Esc Why thou vnreuerend and vnhallowed Fryer Is' t not enough thou hast suborn'd these women To accuse this worthy man but in foule mouth And in the witnesse of his proper eare To call him villaine and then to glance from him To th' Duke himselfe to taxe him with Iniustice Take him hence to th' racke with him we 'll towze you Ioynt by ioynt but we will know his purpose What vniust Duk. Be not so hot the Duke dare No more stretch this finger of mine then he Dare racke his owne his Subiect am I not Nor here Prouinciall My businesse in this State Made me a looker on here in Vienna Where I haue seene corruption boyle and bubble Till it ore-run the Stew Lawes for all faults But faults so countenanc'd that the strong Statutes Stand like the forfeites in a Barbers shop As much in mocke as marke Esc Slander to th' State Away with him to prison Ang. What can you vouch against him Signior Lucio Is this the man that you did tell vs of Luc. 'T is he my Lord come hither goodman bald-pate doe you know me Duk. I remember you Sir by the sound of your voice I met you at the Prison in the absence of the Duke Luc. Oh did you so and do you remember what you said of the Duke Duk. Most notedly Sir Luc. Do you so Sir And was the Duke a flesh-monger a foole and a coward as you then reported him to be Duk. You must Sir change persons with me ere you make that my report you indeede spoke so of him and much more much worse Luc. Oh thou damnable fellow did not I plucke thee by the nose for thy speeches Duk. I protest I loue the Duke as I loue my selfe Ang. Harke how the villaine would close now after his treasonable abuses Esc Such a fellow is not to be talk'd withall Away with him to prison Where is the Prouost away with him to prison lay bolts enough vpon him let him speak no more away with those Giglets too and with the other confederate companion Duk. Stay Sir stay a while Ang. What resists he helpe him Lucio Luc. Come sir come sir come sir foh sir why you bald-pated lying rascall you must be hooded must you show your knaues visage with a poxe to you show your sheepe-biting face and be hang'd an houre will 't not off Duk. Thou art the first knaue that ere mad'st a Duke First Prouost let me bayle these gentle three Sneake not away Sir for the Fryer and you Must haue a word anon lay hold on him Luc. This may proue worse then hanging Duk. What you haue spoke I pardon sit you downe We 'll borrow place of him Sir by your leaue Ha'st thou or word or wit or impudence That yet can doe thee office If thou ha'st Rely vpon it till my tale be heard And hold no longer out Ang. Oh my dread Lord I should be guiltier then my guiltinesse To thinke I can be vndiscerneable When I perceiue your grace like powre diuine Hath look'd vpon my passes Then good Prince No longer Session hold vpon my shame But let my Triall be mine owne Confession Immediate sentence then and sequent death Is all the grace I beg Duk. Come hither Mariana Say was 't thou ere contracted to this woman Ang. I was my Lord. Duk. Goe take her hence and marry her instantly Doe you the office Fryer which consummate Returne him here againe goe with him Prouost Exit Esc My Lord I am more amaz'd at his dishonor Then at the strangenesse of it Duk. Come hither Isabell Your Frier is now your Prince As I was then Aduertysing and holy to your businesse Not changing heart with habit I am still Atturnied at your seruice Isab Oh giue me pardon That I your vassaile haue imploid and pain'd Your vnknowne Soueraigntie Duk. You are pardon'd Isabell And now deere Maide be you as free to vs. Your Brothers death I know sits at your heart And you may maruaile why I obscur'd my selfe Labouring to saue his life and would not rather Make rash remonstrance of my hidden powre Then let him so be lost oh most kinde Maid It was the swift celeritie of his death Which I did thinke with slower foot came on That brain'd my purpose but peace be with him That life is better life past fearing death Then that which liues to feare make it your comfort So happy is your Brother Enter Angelo Maria Peter Prouost Isab I doe my Lord. Duk. For this new-maried man approaching here Whose salt imagination yet hath wrong'd Your well defended honor you must pardon For Mariana's sake But as he adiudg'd your Brother Being criminall in double violation Of sacred Chastitie and of promise-breach Thereon dependant for your Brothers life The very mercy of the Law cries out Most audible euen from his proper tongue An Angelo for Claudio death for death Haste still paies haste and leasure answers leasure Like doth quit like and Measure still for Measure Then Angelo thy fault 's thus manifested Which though thou would'st deny denies thee vantage We doe condemne thee to the very Blocke Where Claudio stoop'd to death and with like haste Away with him Mar. Oh my most gracious Lord I hope you will not mocke me with a husband Duk. It is your husband mock't you with a husband
not thy complement I forgiue thy duetie adue Maid Good Costard go with me Sir God saue your life Cost Haue with thee my girle Exit Hol. Sir you haue done this in the feare of God very religiously and as a certaine Father saith Ped. Sir tell not me of the Father I do feare colourable colours But to returne to the Verses Did they please you sir Nathaniel Nath. Marueilous well for the pen. Peda. I do dine to day at the fathers of a certaine Pupill of mine where if being repast it shall please you to gratifie the table with a Grace I will on my priuiledge I haue with the parents of the foresaid Childe or Pupill vndertake your bien vonuto where I will proue those Verses to be very vnlearned neither sauouring of Poetrie Wit nor Inuention I beseech your Societie Nat. And thanke you to for societie saith the text is the happinesse of life Peda. And certes the text most infallibly concludes it Sir I do inuite you too you shall not say me nay pauca verba Away the gentles are at their game and we will to our recreation Exeunt Enter Berowne with a Paper in his hand alone Bero. The King he is hunting the Deare I am coursing my selfe They haue pitcht a Toyle I am toyling in a pytch pitch that defiles defile a foule word Well set thee downe sorrow for so they say the foole said and so say I and I the foole Well proued wit By the Lord this Loue is as mad as Aiax it kils sheepe it kils mee I a sheepe Well proued againe a my side I will not loue if I do hang me yfaith I will not O but her eye by this light but for her eye I would not loue her yes for her two eyes Well I doe nothing in the world but lye and lye in my throate By heauen I doe loue and it hath taught mee to Rime and to be mallicholie and here is part of my Rime and heere my mallicholie Well she hath one a' my Sonnets already the Clowne bore it the Foole sent it and the Lady hath it sweet Clowne sweeter Foole sweetest Lady By the world I would not care a pin if the other three were in Here comes one with a paper God giue him grace to grone He stands aside The King entreth Kin. Ay mee Ber. Shot by heauen proceede sweet Cupid thou hast thumpt him with thy Birdbolt vnder the left pap in faith secrets King So sweete a kisse the golden Sunne giues not To those fresh morning drops vpon the Rose As thy eye beames when their fresh rayse haue smot The night of dew that on my cheekes downe flowes Nor shines the siluer Moone one halfe so bright Through the transparent bosome of the deepe As doth thy face through teares of mine giue light Thou shin'st in euery teare that I doe weepe No drop but as a Coach doth carry thee So ridest thou triumphing in my woe Do but behold the teares that swell in me And they thy glory through my griefe will show But doe not loue thy selfe then thou wilt keepe My teares for glasses and still make me weepe O Queene of Queenes how farre dost thou excell No thought can thinke nor tongue of mortall tell How shall she know my griefes I le drop the paper Sweet leaues shade folly Who is he comes heere Enter Longauile The King steps aside What Longauill and reading listen eare Ber. Now in thy likenesse one more foole appeare Long. Ay me I am forsworne Ber. Why he comes in like a periure wearing papers Long. In loue I hope sweet fellowship in shame Ber. One drunkard loues another of the name Lon. Am I the first y t haue been periur'd so Ber. I could put thee in comfort not by two that I know Thou makest the triumphery the corner cap of societie The shape of Loues Tiburne that hangs vp simplicitie Lon. I feare these stubborn lines lack power to moue O sweet Maria Empresse of my Loue These numbers will I teare and write in prose Ber. O Rimes are gards on wanton Cupids hose Disfigure not his Shop Lon. This same shall goe He reades the Sonnet Did not the heauenly Rhetoricke of thine eye ' Gainst whom the world cannot hold argument Perswade my heart to this false periurie Vowes for thee broke deserue not punishment A woman I forswore but I will proue Thou being a Goddesse I forswore not thee My Vow was earthly thou a heauenly Loue. Thy grace being gain'd cures all disgrace in me Vowes are but breath and breath a vapour is Then thou faire Sun which on my earth doest shine Exhalest this vapor-vow in thee it is If broken then it is no fault of mine If by me broke What foole is not so wise To loose an oath to win a Paradise Ber. This is the liuer veine which makes flesh a deity A greene Goose a Coddesse pure pure Idolatry God amend vs God amend we are much out o' th' way Enter Dumaine Lon. By whom shall I send this company Stay Bero. All hid all hid an old infant play Like a demie God here sit I in the skie And wretched fooles secrets heedfully ore-eye More Sacks to the myll O heauens I haue my wish Dumaine transform'd foure Woodcocks in a dish Dum. O most diuine Kate. Bero. O most prophane coxcombe Dum. By heauen the wonder of a mortall eye Bero. By earth she is not corporall there you lye Dum. Her Amber haires for foule hath amber coted Ber. An Amber coloured Rauen was well noted Dum. As vpright as the Cedar Ber. Stoope I say her shoulder is with-child Dum. As faire as day Ber. I as some daies but then no sunne must shine Dum. O that I had my wish Lon. And I had mine Kin. And mine too good Lord. Ber. Amen so I had mine Is not that a good word Dum. I would forget her but a Feuer she Raignes in my bloud and will remembred be Ber. A Feuer in your bloud why then incision Would let her out in Sawcers sweet misprision Dum. Once more I le read the Ode that I haue writ Ber. Once more I le marke how Loue can varry Wit Dumane reades his Sonnet On a day alack the day Loue whose Month is euery May Spied a blossome passing faire Playing in the wanton ayre Through the Veluet leaues the winde All vnseene can passage finde That the Louer sicke to death Wish himselfe the heauens breath Ayre quoth he thy cheekes may blowe Ayre would I might triumph so But alacke my hand is sworne Nere to plucke thee from thy throne Vow alacke for youth vnmeete Youth so apt to plucke a sweet Doe not call it sinne in me That I am forsworne for thee Thou for whom loue would sweare Iuno but an Aethiop were And denie himselfe for Ioue Turning mortall for thy Loue. This will I send and something else more plaine That shall expresse my true-loues fasting paine O would the King Berowne and Longauill Were Louers too ill
key With pompe with triumph and with reuelling Enter Egeus and his daughter Hermia Lysander and Demetrius Ege Happy be Theseus our renowned Duke The. Thanks good Egeus what 's the news with thee Ege Full of vexation come I with complaint Against my childe my daughter Hermia Stand forth Dometrius My Noble Lord This man hath my consent to marrie her Stand forth Lysander And my gracious Duke This man hath bewitch'd the bosome of my childe Thou thou Lysander thou hast giuen her rimes And interchang'd loue-tokens with my childe Thou hast by Moone-light at her window sung With faining voice verses of faining loue And stolne the impression of her fantasie With bracelets of thy haire rings gawdes conceits Knackes trifles Nose-gaies sweet meats messengers Of strong preuailment in vnhardned youth With cunning hast thou filch'd my daughters heart Turn'd her obedience which is due to me To stubborne harshnesse And my gracious Duke Be it so she will not heere before your Grace Consent to marrie with Demetrius I beg the ancient priuiledge of Athens As she is mine I may dispose of her Which shall be either to this Gentleman Or to her death according to our Law Immediately prouided in that case The. What say you Hermia be aduis'd faire Maide To you your Father should be as a God One that compos'd your beauties yea and one To whom you are but as a forme in waxe By him imprinted and within his power To leaue the figure or disfigure it Demetrius is a worthy Gentleman Her So is Lysander The. In himselfe he is But in this kinde wanting your fathers voyce The other must be held the worthier Her I would my father look'd but with my eyes The. Rather your eies must with his iudgment looke Her I do entreat your Grace to pardon me I know not by what power I am made bold Nor how it may concerne my modestie In such a presence heere to pleade my thoughts But I beseech your Grace that I may know The worst that may befall me in this case If I refuse to wed Demetrius The. Either to dye the death or to abiure For euer the society of men Therefore faire Hermia question your desires Know of your youth examine well your blood Whether if you yeeld not to your fathers choice You can endure the liuerie of a Nunne For aye to be in shady Cloister mew'd To liue a barren sister all your life Chanting faint hymnes to the cold fruitlesse Moone Thrice blessed they that master so their blood To vndergo such maiden pilgrimage But earthlier happie is the Rose distil'd Then that which withering on the virgin thorne Growes liues and dies in single blessednesse Her So will I grow so liue so die my Lord Ere I will yeeld my virgin Patent vp Vnto his Lordship whose vnwished yoake My soule consents not to giue soueraignty The. Take time to pause and by the next new Moon The sealing day betwixt my loue and me For euerlasting bond of fellowship Vpon that day either prepare to dye For disobedience to your fathers will Or else to wed Demetrius as hee would Or on Dianaes Altar to protest For aie austerity and single life Dem. Relent sweet Hermia and Lysander yeelde Thy crazed title to my certaine right Lys You haue her fathers loue Demetrius Let me haue Hermiaes do you marry him Egeus Scornfull Lysander true he hath my Loue And what is mine my loue shall render him And she is mine and all my right of her I do estate vnto Demetrius Lys I am my Lord as well deriu'd as he As well possest my loue is more then his My fortunes euery way as fairely ranck'd If not with vantage as Demetrius And which is more then all these boasts can be I am belou'd of beauteous Hermia Why should not I then prosecute my right Demetrius I le auouch it to his head Made loue to Nedars daughter Helena And won her soule and she sweet Ladie dotes Deuoutly dotes dotes in Idolatry Vpon this spotted and inconstant man The. I must confesse that I haue heard so much And with Demetrius thought to haue spoke thereof But being ouer-full of selfe-affaires My minde did lose it But Demetrius come And come Egeus you shall go with me I haue some priuate schooling for you both For you faire Hermia looke you arme your selfe To fit your fancies to your Fathers will Or else the Law of Athens yeelds you vp Which by no meanes we may extenuate To death or to a vow of single life Come my Hippolita what cheare my loue Demetrius and Egeus go along I must imploy you in some businesse Against our nuptiall and conferre with you Of something neerely that concernes your selues Ege With dutie and desire we follow you Exeunt Manet Lysander and Hermia Lys How now my loue Why is your cheek so pale How chance the Roses there do fade so fast Her Belike for want of raine which I could well Beteeme them from the tempest of mine eyes Lys For ought that euer I could reade Could euer heare by tale or historie The course of true loue neuer did run smooth But either it was different in blood Her O crosse too high to be enthral'd to loue Lys Or else misgraffed in respect of yeares Her O spight too old to be ingag'd to yong Lys Or else it stood vpon the choise of merit Her O hell to choose loue by anothers eie Lys Or if there were a simpathie in choise Warre death or sicknesse did lay siege to it Making it momentarie as a sound Swift as a shadow short as any dreame Briefe as the lightning in the collied night That in a spleene vnfolds both heauen and earth And ere a man hath power to say behold The iawes of darknesse do deuoure it vp So quicke bright things come to confusion Her If then true Louers haue beene euer crost It stands as an edict in destinie Then let vs teach our triall patience Because it is a customarie crosse As due to loue as thoughts and dreames and sighes Wishes and teares poore Fancies followers Lys A good perswasion therefore heare me Hermia I haue a Widdow Aunt a dowager Of great reuennew and she hath â—o childe From Athens is her house remouâ— seuen leagues And she respects me as her onely sonne There gentle Hermia may I marrie thee And to that place the sharpe Athenian Law Cannot pursue vs. If thou lou'st me then Steale forth thy fathers house to morrow night And in the wood a league without the towne Where I did meete thee once with Helena To do obseruance for a morne of May There will I stay for thee Her My good Lysander I sweare to thee by Cupids strongest bow By his best arrow with the golden head By the simplicitie of Venus Doues By that which knitteth soules and prospers loue And by that fire which burn'd the Carthage Queene When the false Troyan vnder saile was seene By all the vowes that euer men haue broke In number more
to liue on Crutches till he had one Exeunt Scoena Secunda Enter Leontes Hermione Mamillius Polixenes Camillo Pol. Nine Changes of the Watry-Starre hath been The Shepheards Note since we haue left our Throne Without a Burthen Time as long againe Would be fill'd vp my Brother with our Thanks And yet we should for perpetuitie Goe hence in debt And therefore like a Cypher Yet standing in rich place I multiply With one we thanke you many thousands moe That goe before it Leo. Stay your Thanks a while And pay them when you part Pol. Sir that 's to morrow I am question'd by my feares of what may chance Or breed vpon our absence that may blow No sneaping Winds at home to make vs say This is put forth too truly besides I haue stay'd To tyre your Royaltie Leo. We are tougher Brother Then you can put vs to 't Pol. No longer stay Leo. One Seue'night longer Pol. Very sooth to morrow Leo. Wee 'le part the time betweene's then and in that I le no gaine-saying Pol. Presse me not ' beseech you so There is no Tongue that moues none none i' th' World So soone as yours could win me so it should now Were there necessitie in your request although 'T were needfull I deny'd it My Affaires Doe euen drag me home-ward which to hinder Were in your Loue a Whip to me my stay To you a Charge and Trouble to saue both Farewell our Brother Leo. Tongue-ty'd our Queene speake you Her I had thought Sir to haue held my peace vntill You had drawne Oathes from him not to stay you Sir Charge him too coldly Tell him you are sure All in Bohemia's well this satisfaction The by-gone-day proclaym'd say this to him He 's beat from his best ward Leo. Well said Hermione Her To tell he longs to see his Sonne were strong But let him say so then and let him goe But let him sweare so and he shall not stay Wee 'l thwack him hence with Distaffes Yet of your Royall presence I le aduenture The borrow of a Weeke When at Bohemia You take my Lord I le giue him my Commission To let him there a Moneth behind the Gest Prefix'd for 's parting yet good-deed Leontes I loue thee not a Iarre o' th' Clock behind What Lady she her Lord. You 'le stay Pol. No Madame Her Nay but you will Pol. I may not verely Her Verely You put me off with limber Vowes but I Though you would seek t' vnsphere the Stars with Oaths Should yet say Sir no going Verely You shall not goe a Ladyes Verely ' is As potent as a Lords Will you goe yet Force me to keepe you as a Prisoner Not like a Guest so you shall pay your Fees When you depart and saue your Thanks How say you My Prisoner or my Guest by your dread Verely One of them you shall be Pol. Your Guest then Madame To be your Prisoner should import offending Which is for me lesse easie to commit Then you to punish Her Not your Gaoler then But your kind Hostesse Come I le question you Of my Lords Tricks and yours when you were Boyes You were pretty Lordings then Pol. We were faire Queene Two Lads that thought there was no more behind But such a day to morrow as to day And to be Boy eternall Her Was not my Lord The verver Wag o' th' two Pol. We were as twyn'd Lambs that did frisk i' th' Sun And bleat the one at th' other what we chang'd Was Innocence for Innocence we knew not The Doctrine of ill-doing nor dream'd That any did Had we pursu'd that life And our weake Spirits ne're been higher rear'd With stronger blood we should haue answer'd Heauen Boldly not guilty the Imposition clear'd Hereditarie ours Her By this we gather You haue tript since Pol. O my most sacred Lady Temptations haue since then been borne to 's for In those vnfledg'd dayes was my Wife a Girle Your precious selfe had then not cross'd the eyes Of my young Play fellow Her Grace to boot Of this make no conclusion least you say Your Queene and I are Deuils yet goe on Th' offences we haue made you doe wee 'le answere If you first sinn'd with vs and that with vs You did continue fault and that you slipt not With any but with vs. Leo. Is he woon yet Her Hee 'le stay my Lord. Leo. At my request he would not Hermione my dearest thou neuer spoak'st To better purpose Her Neuer Leo. Neuer but once Her What haue I twice said well when was 't before I prethee tell me cram's with prayse and make's As fat as tame things One good deed dying tonguelesse Slaughters a thousand wayting vpon that Our prayses are our Wages You may ride's With one soft Kisse a thousand Furlongs ere With Spur we heat an Acre But to th' Goale My last good deed was to entreat his stay What was my first it ha's an elder Sister Or I mistake you O would her Name were Grace But once before I spoke to th' purpose when Nay let me haue 't I long Leo. Why that was when Three crabbed Moneths had sowr'd themselues to death Ere I could make thee open thy white Hand A clap thy selfe my Loue then didst thou vtter I am yours for euer Her 'T is Grace indeed Why lo-you now I haue spoke to th' purpose twice The one for euer earn'd a Royall Husband Th' other for some while a Friend Leo. Too hot too hot To mingle friendship farre is mingling bloods I haue Tremor Cordis on me my heart daunces But not for ioy not ioy This Entertainment May a free face put on deriue a Libertie From Heartinesse from Bountie fertile Bosome And well become the Agent 't may I graunt But to be padling Palmes and pinching Fingers As now they are and making practis'd Smiles As in a Looking-Glasse and then to sigh as 't were The Mort o' th' Deere oh that is entertainment My Bosome likes not nor my Browes Mamillius Art thou my Boy Mam. I my good Lord. Leo. I' fecks Why that 's my Bawcock what has 't smutch'd thy Nose They say it is a Coppy out of mine Come Captaine We must be neat not neat but cleanly Captaine And yet the Steere the Heycfer and the Calfe Are all call'd Neat. Still Virginalling Vpon his Palme How now you wanton Calfe Art thou my Calfe Mam. Yes if you will my Lord. Leo. Thou want'st a rough pash the shoots that I haue To be full like me yet they say we are Almost as like as Egges Women say so That will say any thing But were they false As o're-dy'd Blacks as Wind as Waters false As Dice are to be wish'd by one that fixes No borne 'twixt his and mine yet were it true To say this Boy were like me Come Sir Page Looke on me with your Welkin eye sweet Villaine Most dear'st my Collop Can thy Dam may 't be Affection thy Intention stabs the Center Thou do'st make possible things
a sterne looke but a gentle heart Let him come backe that his compassion may Giue life to yours Hub. Come Boy prepare your selfe Art Is there no remedie Hub. None but to lose your eyes Art O heauen that there were but a moth in yours A graine a dust a gnat a wandering haire Any annoyance in that precious sense Then feeling what small things are boysterous there Your vilde intent must needs seeme horrible Hub. Is this your promise Go too hold your toong Art Hubert the vtterance of a brace of tongues Must needes want pleading for a paire of eyes Let me not hold my tongue let me not Hubert Or Hubert if you will cut out my tongue So I may keepe mine eyes O spare mine eyes Though to no vse but still to looke on you Loe by my troth the Instrument is cold And would not harme me Hub. I can heate it Boy Art No in good sooth the fire is dead with griefe Being create for comfort to be vs'd In vndeserued extreames See else your selfe There is no malice in this burning cole The breath of heauen hath blowne his spirit out And strew'd repentant ashes on his head Hub. But with my breath I can reuiue it Boy Art And if you do you will but make it blush And glow with shame of your proceedings Hubert Nay it perchance will sparkle in your eyes And like a dogge that is compell'd to fight Snatch at his Master that doth carre him on All things that you should vse to do me wrong Deny their office onely you do lacke That mercie which fierce fire and Iron extends Creatures of note for mercy lacking vses Hub. Well see to liue I will not touch thine eye For all the Treasure that thine Vnckle owes Yet am I sworne and I did purpose Boy With this same very Iron to burne them out Art O now you looke like Hubert All this while You were disguis'd Hub. Peace no more Adieu Your Vnckle must not know but you are dead I le fill these dogged Spies with false reports And pretty childe sleepe doubtlesse and secure That Hubert for the wealth of all the world Will not offend thee Art O heauen I thanke you Hubert Hub. Silence no more go closely in with mee Much danger do I vndergo for thee Exeunt Scena Secunda Enter Iohn Pembroke Salisbury and other Lordes Iohn Heere once againe we sit once against crown'd And look'd vpon I hope with chearefull eyes Pem. This once again but that your Highnes pleas'd Was once superfluous you were Crown'd before And that high Royalty was nere pluck'd off The faiths of men nere stained with reuolt Fresh expectation troubled not the Land With any long'd-for-change or better State Sal. Therefore to be possess'd with double pompe To guard a Title that was rich before To gilde refined Gold to paint the Lilly To throw a perfume on the Violet To smooth the yee or adde another hew Vnto the Raine-bow or with Taper-Light To seeke the beauteous eye of heauen to garnish Is wastefull and ridiculous excesse Pem. But that your Royall pleasure must be done This acte is as an ancient tale new told And in the last repeating troublesome Being vrged at a time vnseasonable Sal. In this the Anticke and well noted face Of plaine old forme is much disfigured And like a shifted winde vnto a saile It makes the course of thoughts to fetch about Startles and frights consideration Makes sound opinion sicke and truth suspected For putting on so new a fashion'd robe Pem. When Workemen striue to do better then wel They do confound their skill in couetousnesse And oftentimes excusing of a fault Doth make the fault the worse by th' excuse As patches set vpon a little breach Discredite more in hiding of the fault Then did the fault before it was so patch'd Sal. To this effect before you were new crown'd We breath'd our Councell but it pleas'd your Highnes To ouer-beare it and we are all well pleas'd Since all and euery part of what we would Doth make a stand at what your Highnesse will Ioh. Some reasons of this double Corronation I haue possest you with and thinke them strong And more more strong then lesser is my feare I shall indue you with Meane time but aske What you would haue reform'd that is not well And well shall you perceiue how willingly I will both heare and grant you your requests Pem. Then I as one that am the tongue of these To sound the purposes of all their hearts Both for my selfe and them but chiefe of all Your safety for the which my selfe and them Bend their best studies heartily request Th' infranchisement of Arthur whose restraint Doth moue the murmuring lips of discontent To breake into this dangerous argument If what in rest you haue in right you hold Why then your feares which as they say attend The steppes of wrong should moue you to mew vp Your tender kinsman and to choake his dayes With barbarous ignorance and deny his youth The rich aduantage of good exercise That the times enemies may not haue this To grace occasions let it be our suite That you haue bid vs aske his libertie Which for our goods we do no further aske Then whereupon our weale on you depending Counts it your weale he haue his liberty Enter Hubert Iohn Let it be so I do commit his youth To your direction Hubert what newes with you Pem. This is the man should do the bloody deed He shew'd his warrant to a friend of mine The image of a wicked heynous fault Liues in his eye that close aspect of his Do shew the mood of a much troubled brest And I do fearefully beleeue 't is done What we so fear'd he had a charge to do Sal. The colour of the King doth come and go Betweene his purpose and his conscience Like Heralds 'twixt two dreadfull battailes set His passion is so ripe it needs must breake Pem. And when it breakes I feare will issue thence The foule corruption of a sweet childes death Iohn We cannot hold mortalities strong hand Good Lords although my will to giue is liuing The suite which you demand is gone and dead He tels vs Arthur is deceas'd to night Sal. Indeed we fear'd his sicknesse was past cure Pem. Indeed we heard how neere his death he was Before the childe himselfe felt he was sicke This must be answer'd either heere or hence Ioh. Why do you bend such solemne browes on me Thinke you I beare the Sheeres of destiny Haue I commandement on the pulse of life Sal. It is apparant foule-play and 't is shame That Greatnesse should so grossely offer it So thriue it in your game and so farewell Pem. Stay yet Lord Salisbury I le go with thee And finde th' inheritance of this poore childe His little kingdome of a forced graue That blood which ow'd the bredth of all this I le Three foot of it doth hold bad world the while This must not be thus
pilgrimage Thy word is currant with him for my death But dead thy kingdome cannot buy my breath Ric. Thy sonne is banish'd vpon good aduice Whereto thy tongue a party-verdict gaue Why at our Iustice seem'st thou then to lowre Gau. Things sweet to tast proue in digestion sowre You vrg'd me as a Iudge but I had rather you would haue bid me argue like a Father Alas I look'd when some of you should say I was too strict to make mine owne away But you gaue leaue to my vnwilling tong Against my will to do my selfe this wrong Rich. Cosine farewell and Vncle bid him so Six yeares we banish him and he shall go Exit Flourish Au. Cosine farewell what presence must not know From where you do remaine let paper show Mar. My Lord no leaue take I for I will ride As farre as land will let me by your side Gaunt Oh to what purpose dost thou hord thy words That thou teturnst no greeting to thy friends Bull. I haue too few to take my leaue of you When the tongues office should be prodigall To breath th' abundant dolour of the heart Gau. Thy greefe is but thy absence for a time Bull. Ioy absent greefe is present for that time Gau. What is sixe Winters they are quickely gone Bul. To men in ioy but greefe makes one houre ten Gau. Call it a trauell that thou tak'st for pleasure Bul. My heart will sigh when I miscall it so Which findes it an inforced Pilgrimage Gau. The sullen passage of thy weary steppes Esteeme a soyle wherein thou art to set The precious Iewell of thy home returne Bul. Oh who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frostie Caucasus Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite by bare imagination of a Feast Or Wallow naked in December snow by thinking on fantasticke summers heate Oh no the apprehension of the good Giues but the greater feeling to the worse Fell sorrowes tooth doth euer ranckle more Then when it bites but lanceth not the sore Gau. Come come my son I le bring thee on thy way Had I thy youth and cause I would not stay Bul. Then Englands ground farewell sweet soil adieu My Mother and my Nurse which beares me yet Where ere I wander boast of this I can Though banish'd yet a true-borne Englishman Scoena Quarta Enter King Aumerle Greene and Bagot Rich. We did obserue Cosine Aumerle How far brought you high Herford on his way Aum. I brought high Herford if you call him so but to the next high way and there I left him Rich. And say what store of parting tears were shed Aum. Faith none for me except the Northeast wind Which then grew bitterly against our face Awak'd the sleepie rhew me and so by chance Did grace our hollow parting with a teare Rich. What said our Cosin when you parted with him Au. Farewell and for my hart disdained y t my tongue Should so prophane the word that taught me craft To counterfeit oppression of such greefe That word seem'd buried in my sorrowes graue Marry would the word Farwell haue lengthen'd houres And added yeeres to his short banishment He should haue had a volume of Farwels but since it would not he had none of me Rich. He is our Cosin Cosin but 't is doubt When time shall call him home from banishment Whether our kinsman come to see his friends Our selfe and Bushy heere Bagot and Greene Obseru'd his Courtship to the common people How he did seeme to diue into their hearts With humble and familiat courtesie What reuerence he did throw away on slaues Wooing poore Craftes-men with the craft of soules And patient vnder-bearing of his Fortune As 't were to banish their affects with him Off goes his bonnet to an Oyster-wench A brace of Dray-men bid God speed him well And had the tribute of his supple knee With thankes my Countrimen my louing friends As were our England in reuersion his And he our subiects next degree in hope Gr. Well he is gone with him go these thoughts Now for the Rebels which stand out in Ireland Expedient manage must be made my Liege Ere further leysure yeeld them further meanes For their aduantage and your Highnesse losse Ric. We will our selfe in person to this warre And for our Coffers with too great a Court And liberall Largesse are growne somewhat light We are inforc'd to farme our royall Realme The Reuennew whereof shall furnish vs For our affayres in hand if that come short Our Substitutes at home shall haue Blanke-charters Whereto when they shall know what men are rich They shall subscribe them for large summes of Gold And send them after to supply our wants For we will make for Ireland presently Enter Bushy Bushy what newes Bu. Old Iohn of Gaunt is verie sicke my Lord Sodainly taken and hath sent post haste To entreat your Maiesty to visit him Ric. Where lyes he Bu. At Ely house Ric. Now put it heauen in his Physitians minde To helpe him to his graue immediately The lining of his coffers shall make Coates To decke our souldiers for these Irish warres Come Gentlemen let 's all go visit him Pray heauen we may make hast and come too late Exit Actus Secundus Scena Prima Enter Gaunt sicke with Yorke Gau. Will the King come that I may breath my last In wholsome counsell to his vnstaid youth Yor. Vex not your selfe nor striue not with your breth For all in vaine comes counsell to his eare Gau. Oh but they say the tongues of dying men Inforce attention like deepe harmony Where words are scarse they are seldome spent in vaine For they breath truth that breath their words in paine He that no more must say is listen'd more Then they whom youth and ease haue taught to glose More are mens ends markt then their liues before The setting Sun and Musicke is the close As the last taste of sweetes is sweetest last Writ in remembrance more then things long past Though Richard my liues counsell would not heare My deaths sad tale may yet vndeafe his eare Yor. No it is stopt with other flatt'ring sounds As praises of his state then there are sound Lascâ—ious Meeters to whose venom sound The open eare of youth doth alwayes listen Report of fashions in proud Italy Whose manners still our tardie apish Nation Limpes after in base imitation Where doth the world thrust forth a vanity So it be new there 's no respect how vile That is not quickly buz'd into his eares That all too late comes counsell to be heard Where will doth mutiny with wits regard Direct not him whose way himselfe will choose T is breath thou lackst and that breath wilt thou loose Gaunt Me thinkes I am a Prophet new inspir'd And thus expiring do foretell of him His rash fierce blaze of Ryot cannot last For violent fires soone burne out themselues Small showres last long but sodaine stormes are short He tyres betimes that spurs too
As that vngentle gull the Cuckowes Bird Vseth the Sparrow did oppresse our Nest Grew by our Feeding to so great a bulke That euen our Loue durst not come neere your sight For feare of swallowing But with nimble wing We were inforc'd for safety sake to flye Out of your sight and raise this present Head Whereby we stand opposed by such meanes As you your selfe haue forg'd against your selfe By vnkinde vsage dangerous countenance And violation of all faith and troth Sworne to vs in yonger enterprize Kin. These things indeede you haue articulated Proclaim'd at Market Crosses read in Churches To face the Garment of Rebellion With some fine colour that may please the eye Of fickle Changelings and poore Discontents Which gape and rub the Elbow at the newes Of hurly burly Innouation And neuer yet did Insurrection want Such water-colours to impaint his cause Nor moody Beggars staruing for a time Of pell-mell hauocke and confusion Prin. In both our Armies there is many a soule Shall pay full dearely for this encounter If once they ioyne in triall Tell your Nephew The Prince of Wales doth ioyne with all the world In praise of Henry Percie By my Hopes This present enterprize set off his head I do not thinke a brauer Gentleman More actiue valiant or more valiant yong More daring or more bold is now aliue To grace this latter Age with Noble deeds For my part I may speake it to my shame I haue a Truant beene to Chiualry And so I heare he doth account me too Yet this before my Fathers Maiesty I am content that he shall take the oddes Of his great name and estimation And will to saue the blood on either side Try fortune with him in a Single Fight King And Prince of Wales so dare we venter thee Albeit considerations infinite Do make against it No good Worster no We loue our people well euen those we loue That are â—sled vpon your Cousins part And will they take the offer of our Grace Both he and they and you yea euery man Shall be my Friend againe and I le be his So tell your Cousin and bring me word What he will do But if he will not yeeld Rebuke and dread correction waite on vs And they shall do their Office So bee gone We will not now be troubled with reply We offer faire take it aduisedly Exit Worcester Prin. It will not be accepted on my life The Dowglas and the Hotspurre both together Are confident against the world in Armes King Hence therefore euery Leader to his charge For on their answer will we set on them And God befriend vs as our cause is iust Exeunt Manet Prince and Falstaffe Fal. Hal if thou see me downe in the battell And bestride me so 't is a point of friendship Prin. Nothing but a Colossus can do thee that frendship Say thy prayers and farewell Fal. I would it were bed time Hal and all well Prin. Why thou ow'st heauen a death Falst 'T is not due yet I would bee loath to pay him before his day What neede I bee so forward with him that call's not on me Well 't is no matter Honor prickes me on But how if Honour pricke me off when I come on How then Can Honour set too a legge No or an arme No Or take away the greefe of a wound No. Honour hath no skill in Surgerie then No. What is Honour A word What is that word Honour Ayre A trim reckoning Who hath it He that dy'de a Wednesday Doth he feele it No. Doth hee heare it No. Is it insensible then yea to the dead But wil it not liue with the liuing No. Why Detraction wil not suffer it therfore I le none of it Honour is a meere Scutcheon and so ends my Catechisme Exit Scena Secunda Enter Worcester and Sir Richard Vernon Wor. O no my Nephew must not know Sir Richard The liberall kinde offer of the King Ver. 'T were best he did Wor. Then we are all vndone It is not possible it cannot be The King would keepe his word in louing vs He will suspect vs still and finde a time To punish this offence in others faults Supposition all our liues shall be stucke full of eyes For Treason is but trusted like the Foxe Who ne're so tame so cherisht and lock'd vp Will haue a wilde tricke of his Ancestors Looke how he can or sad or merrily Interpretation will misquote our lookes And we shall feede like Oxen at a stall The better cherisht still the nearer death My Nephewes trespasse may be well forgot It hath the excuse of youth and heate of blood And an adopted name of Priuiledge A haire-brain'd Hotspurre gouern'd by a Spleene All his offences liue vpon my head And on his Fathers We did traine him on And his corruption being tane from vs We as the Spring of all shall pay for all Therefore good Cousin let not Harry know In any case the offer of the King Ver. Deliuer what you will I le say 't is so Heere comes your Cosin Enter Hotspurre Hot. My Vnkle is return'd Deliuer vp my Lord of Westmerland Vnkle what newe Wor. The King will bid you battell presently Dow. Defie him by the Lord of Westmerland Hot. Lord Dowglas Go you and tell him so Dow. Marry and shall and verie willingly Exit Dowglas Wor. There is no seeming mercy in the King Hot. Did you begge any God forbid Wor. I told him gently of our greeuances Of his Oath-breaking which he mended thus By now forswearing that he is forsworne He cals vs Rebels Traitors and will scourge With haughty armes this hatefull name in vs. Enter Dowglas Dow. Arme Gentlemen to Armes for I haue thrown A braue defiance in King Henries teeth And Westmerland that was ingag'd did beare it Which cannot choose but bring him quickly on Wor. The Prince of Wales stept forth before the king And Nephew challeng'd you to single fight Hot. O would the quarrell lay vpon our heads And that no man might draw short breath to day But I and Harry Monmouth Tell me tell mee How shew'd his Talking Seem'd it in contempt Ver. No by my Soule I neuer in my life Did heare a Challenge vrg'd more modestly Vnlesse a Brother should a Brother dare To gentle exercise and proofe of Armes He gaue you all the Duties of a Man Trimm'd vp your praises with a Princely tongue Spoke your deseruings like a Chronicle Making you euer better then his praise By still dispraising praise valew'd with you And which became him like a Prince indeed He made a blushing citall of himselfe And chid his Trewant youth with such a Grace As if he mastred there a double spirit Of teaching and of learning instantly There did he pause But let me tell the World If he out-liue the enuie of this day England did neuer owe so sweet a hope So much misconstrued in his Wantonnesse Hot. Cousin I thinke thou art enamored On his Follies neuer did I
your Highnesse and yet punish too Grey Sir you shew great mercy if you giue him life After the taste of much correction King Alas your too much loue and care of me Are heauy Orisons ' gainst this poore wretch If little faults proceeding on distemper Shall not be wink'd at how shall we stretch our eye When capitall crimes chew'd swallow'd and digested Appeare before vs Wee 'l yet inlarge that man Though Cambridge Scroope and Gray in their deere care And tender preseruation of our person Wold haue him punish'd And now to our French causes Who are the late Commissioners Cam. I one my Lord Your Highnesse bad me aske for it to day Scro. So did you me my Liege Gray And I my Royall Soueraigne King Then Richard Earle of Cambridge there is yours There yours Lord Scroope of Masham and Sir Knight Gray of Northumberland this same is yours Reade them and know I know your worthinesse My Lord of Westmerland and Vnkle Exeter We will aboord to night Why how now Gentlemen What see you in those papers that you loose So much complexion Looke ye how they change Their cheekes are paper Why what reade you there That haue so cowarded and chac'd your blood Out of apparance Cam. I do confesse my fault And do submit me to your Highnesse mercy Gray Scro. To which we all appeale King The mercy that was quicke in vs but late By your owne counsaile is supprest and kill'd You must not dare for shame to talke of mercy For your owne reasons turne into your bosomes As dogs vpon their maisters worrying you See you my Princes and my Noble Peeres These English monsters My Lord of Cambridge heere You know how apt our loue was to accord To furnish with all appertinents Belonging to his Honour and this man Hath for a few light Crownes lightly conspir'd And sworne vnto the practises of France To kill vs heere in Hampton To the which This Knight no lesse for bounty bound to Vs Then Cambridge is hath likewise sworne But O What shall I say to thee Lord Scroope thou cruell Ingratefull sauage and inhumane Creature Thou that didst beare the key of all my counsailes That knew'st the very bottome of my soule That almost might'st haue coyn'd me into Golde Would'st thou haue practis'd on me for thy vse May it be possible that forraigne hyer Could out of thee extract one sparke of euill That might annoy my finger 'T is so strange That though the truth of it stands off as grosse As blacke and white my eye will scarsely see it Treason and murther euer kept together As two yoake diuels sworne to eythers purpose Working so grossely in an naturall cause That admiration did not hoope at them But thou gainst all proportion didst bring in Wonder to waite on reason and on murther And whatsoeuer cunning fiend it was That wrought vpon thee so preposterously Hath got the voyce in hell for excellence And other diuels that suggest by treasons Do botch and bungle vp damnation With patches colours and with formes being fetcht From glist'ring semblances of piety But he that temper'd thee bad thee stand vp Gaue thee no instance why thou shouldst do treason Vnlesse to dub thee with the name of Traitor If that same Daemon that hath gull'd thee thus Should with his Lyon-gate walke the whole world He might returne to vastie Tartar backe And tell the Legions I can neuer win A soule so easie as that Englishmans Oh how hast thou with iealousie infected The sweetnesse of affiance Shew men dutifull Why so didst thou seeme they graue and learned Why so didst thou Come they of Noble Family Why so didst thou Seeme they religious Why so didst thou Or are they spare in diet Free from grosse passion or of mirth or anger Constant in spirit not sweruing with the blood Garnish'd and deck'd in modest complement Not working with the eye without the eare And but in purged iudgement trusting neither Such and so finely boulted didst thou seeme And thus thy fall hath left a kinde of blot To make thee full fraught man and best indued With some suspition I will weepe for thee For this reuolt of thine me thinkes is like Another fall of Man Their faults are open Arrest them to the answer of the Law And God acquit them of their practises Exe. I arrest thee of High Treason by the name of Richard Earle of Cambridge I arrest thee of High Treason by the name of Thomas Lord Scroope of Marsham I arrest thee of High Treason by the name of Thomas Grey Knight of Northumberland Scro. Our purposes God iustly hath discouer'd And I repent my fault more then my death Which I beseech your Highnesse to forgiue Although my body pay the price of it Cam. For me the Gold of France did not seduce Although I did admit it as a motiue The sooner to effect what I intended But God be thanked for preuention Which in sufferance heartily will reioyce Beseeching God and you to pardon mee Gray Neuer did faithfull subiect more reioyce At the discouery of most dangerous Treason Then I do at this houre ioy ore my selfe Preuented from a damned enterprize My fault but not my body pardon Soueraigne King God quit you in his mercy Hear your sentence You haue conspir'd against Our Royall person Ioyn'd with an enemy proclaim'd and from his Coffers Receyu'd the Golden Earnest of Our death Wherein you would haue sold your King to slaughter His Princes and his Peeres to seruitude His Subiects to oppression and contempt And his whole Kingdome into desolation Touching our person seeke we no reuenge But we our Kingdomes safety must so tender Whose ruine you sought that to her Lawes We do deliuer you Get you therefore hence Poore miserable wretches to your death The taste whereof God of his mercy giue You patience to indure and true Repentance Of all your deare offences Beare them hence Exit Now Lords for France the enterprise whereof Shall be to you as vs like glorious We doubt not of a faire and luckie Warre Since God so graciously hath brought to light This dangerous Treason lurking in our way To hinder our beginnings We doubt not now But euery Rubbe is smoothed on our way Then forth deare Countreymen Let vs deliuer Our Puissance into the hand of God Putting it straight in expedition Chearely to Sea the signes of Warre aduance No King of England if not King of France Flourish Enter Pistoll Nim Bardolph Boy and Hostesse Hostesse ' Prythee honey sweet Husband let me bring thee to Staines Pistoll No for my manly heart doth erne Bardolph be blythe Nim rowse thy vaunting Veines Boy brissle thy Courage vp for Falstaffe hee is dead and wee must erne therefore Bard. Would I were with him wheresomere hee is eyther in Heauen or in Hell Hostesse Nay sure hee 's not in Hell hee 's in Arthurs Bosome if euer man went to Arthurs Bosome a made a finer end and went away and it had
return'd againe That dog'd the mighty Army of the Dolphin Mess They are return'd my Lord and giue it out That he is march'd to Burdeaux with his power To fight with Talbot as he march'd along By your espyals were discouered Two mightier Troopes then that the Dolphin led Which ioyn'd with him and made their march for Burdeaux Yorke A plague vpon that Villaine Somerset That thus delayes my promised supply Of horsemen that were leuied for this siege Renowned Talbot doth expect my ayde And I am lowted by a Traitor Villaine And cannot helpe the noble Cheualier God comfort him in this necessity If he miscarry farewell Warres in France Enter another Messenger 2. Mes Thou Princely Leader of our English strength Neuer so needfull on the earth of France Spurre to the rescue of the Noble Talbot Who now is girdled with a waste of Iron And hem'd about with grim destruction To Burdeaux warlike Duke to Burdeaux Yorke Else farwell Talbot France and Englands honor Yorke O God that Somerset who in proud heart Doth stop my Cornets were in Talbots place So should wee saue a valiant Gentleman By forteyting a Traitor and a Coward Mad ire and wrathfull fury makes me weepe That thus we dye while remisse Traitors sleepe Mes O send some succour to the distrest Lord. Yorke He dies we loose I breake my warlike word We mourne France smiles We loose they dayly get All long of this vile Traitor Somerset Mes Then God take mercy on braue Talbots soule And on his Sonne yong Iohn who two houres since I met in trauaile toward his warlike Father This seuen yeeres did not Talbot see his sonne And now they meete where both their liues are done Yorke Alas what ioy shall noble Talbot haue To bid his yong sonne welcome to his Graue Away vexation almost stoppes my breath That sundred friends greete in the houre of death Lucie farewell no more my fortune can But curse the cause I cannot ayde the man Maine Bloys Poytiers and Toures are wonne away Long all of Somerset and his delay Exit Mes Thus while the Vulture of sedition Feedes in the bosome of such great Commanders Sleeping neglection doth betray to losse The Conquest of our scarse-cold Conqueror That euer-liuing man of Memorie Henrie the fift Whiles they each other crosse Liues Honours Lands and all hurrie to losse Enter Somerset with his Armie Som. It is too late I cannot send them now This expedition was by Yorke and Talbot Too rashly plotted All our generall force Might with a sally of the very Towne Be buckled with the ouer-daring Talbot Hath sullied all his glosse of former Honor By this vnheedfull desperate wilde aduenture Yorke set him on to fight and dye in shame That Talbot dead great Yorke might beare the name Cap. Heere is Sir William Lucie who with me Set from our ore-matcht forces forth for ayde Som. How now Sir William whether were you sent Lu. Whether my Lord from bought sold L. Talbot Who ring'd about with bold aduersitie Cries out for noble Yorke and Somerset To beate assayling death from his weake Regions And whiles the honourable Captaine there Drops bloody swet from his warre-wearied limbes And in aduantage lingring lookes for rescue You his false hopes the trust of Englands honor Keepe off aloofe with worthlesse emulation Let not your priuate discord keepe away The leuied succours that should lend him ayde While he renowned Noble Gentleman Yeeld vp his life vnto a world of oddes Orleance the Bastard Charles Burgundie Alanson Reignard compasse him about And Talbot perisheth by your default Som. Yorke set him on Yorke should haue sent him ayde Luc. And Yorke as fast vpon your Grace exclaimes Swearing that you with-hold his leuied hoast Collected for this expidition Som. York lyes He might haue sent had the Horse I owe him little Dutie and lesse Loue And take foule scorne to fawne on him by sending Lu. The fraud of England not the force of France Hath now intrapt the Noble-minded Talbot Neuer to England shall he beare his life But dies betraid to fortune by your strife Som. Come go I will dispatch the Horsemen strait Within sixe houres they will be at his ayde Lu. Too late comes rescue he is tane or slaine For flye he could not if he would haue fled And flye would Talbot neuer though he might Som. If he be dead braue Talbot then adieu Lu. His Fame liues in the world His Shame in you Exeunt Enter Talbot and his Sonne Tal. O yong Iohn Talbot I did send for thee To tutor thee in stratagems of Warre That Talbots name might be in thee reuiu'd When saplesse Age and weake vnable limbes Should bring thy Father to his drooping Chaire But O malignant and ill-boading Starres Now thou art come vnto a Feast of death A terrible and vnauoyded danger Therefore deere Boy mount on my swiftest horse And I le direct thee how thou shalt escape By sodaine flight Come dally not be gone Iohn Is my name Talbot and am I your Sonne And shall I flye O if you loue my Mother Dishonor not her Honorable Name To make a Bastard and a Slaue of me The World will say he is not Talbots blood That basely fled when Noble Talbot stood Talb. Flye to reuenge my death if I be slaine Iohn He that flyes so will ne're returne againe Talb. If we both stay we both are sure to dye Iohn Then let me stay and Father doe you flye Your losse is great so your regard should be My worth vnknowne no losse is knowne in me Vpon my death the French can little boast In yours they will in you all hopes are lost Flight cannot stayne the Honor you haue wonne But mine it will that no Exploit haue done You fled for Vantage euery one will sweare But if I bow they 'le say it was for feare There is no hope that euer I will stay If the first howre I shrinke and run away Here on my knee I begge Mortalitie Rather then Life preseru'd with Infamie Talb. Shall all thy Mothers hopes lye in one Tombe Iohn I rather then I le shame my Mothers Wombe Talb. Vpon my Blessing I command thee goe Iohn To fight I will but not to flye the Foe Talb. Part of thy Father may be sau'd in thee Iohn No part of him but will be shame in mee Talb. Thou neuer hadst Renowne nor canst not lose it Iohn Yes your renowned Name shall flight abuse it Talb. Thy Fathers charge shal cleare thee from y t staine Iohn You cannot witnesse for me being slaine If Death be so apparant then both flye Talb. And leaue my followers here to fight and dye My Age was neuer tainted with such shame Iohn And shall my Youth be guiltie of such blame No more can I be seuered from your side Then can your selfe your selfe in twaine diuide Stay goe doe what you will the like doe I For liue I will not if my Father dye Talb. Then here I take
my leaue of thee faire Sonne Borne to eclipse thy Life this afternoone Come side by side together liue and dye And Soule with Soule from France to Heauen flye Exit Alarum Excursions wherein Talbots Sonne is hemm'd about and Talbot rescues him Talb. Saint George and Victory fight Souldiers fight The Regent hath with Talbot broke his word And left vs to the rage of France his Sword Where is Iohn Talbot pawse and take thy breath I gaue thee Life and rescu'd thee from Death Iohn O twice my Father twice am I thy Sonne The Life thou gau'st me first was lost and done Till with thy Warlike Sword despight of Fate To my determin'd time thou gau'st new date Talb. When frō the Dolphins Crest thy Sword struck fire It warm'd thy Fathers heart with prowd desire Of bold-fac't Victorie Then Leaden Age Quicken'd with Youthfull Spleene and Warlike Rage Beat downe Alanson Orleance Burgundie And from the Pride of Gallia rescued thee The irefull Bastard Orleance that drew blood From thee my Boy and had the Maidenhood Of thy first fight I soone encountred And interchanging blowes I quickly shed Some of his Bastard blood and in disgrace Bespoke him thus Contaminated base And mis-begotten blood I spill of thine Meane and right poore for that pure blood of mine Which thou didst force from Talbot my braue Boy Here purposing the Bastard to destroy Came in strong rescue Speake thy Fathers care Art thou not wearie Iohn How do'st thou fare Wilt thou yet leaue the Battaile Boy and flie Now thou art seal'd the Sonne of Chiualrie Flye to reuenge my death when I am dead The helpe of one stands me in little stead Oh too much folly is it well I wot To hazard all our liues in one small Boat If I to day dye not with Frenchmens Rage To morrow I shall dye with mickle Age. By me they nothing gaine and if I stay 'T is but the shortning of my Life one day In thee thy Mother dyes our Households Name My Deaths Reuenge thy Youth and Englands Fame All these and more we hazard by thy stay All these are sau'd if thou wilt flye away Iohn The Sword of Orleance hath not made me smart These words of yours draw Life-blood from my Heart On that aduantage bought with such a shame To saue a paltry Life and slay bright Fame Before young Talbot from old Talbot flye The Coward Horse that beares me fall and dye And like me to the pesant Boyes of France To be Shames scorne and subiect of Mischance Surely by all the Glorie you haue wonne And if I flye I am not Talbots Sonne Then talke no more of flight it is no boot If Sonne to Talbot dye at Talbots foot Talb. Then follow thou thy desp'rate Syre of Creet Thou Icarus thy Life to me is sweet If thou wilt fight fight by thy Fathers side And commendable prou'd let 's dye in pride Exit Alarum Excursions Enter old Talbot led Talb. Where is my other Life mine owne is gone O where 's young Talbot where is valiant Iohn Triumphant Death smear'd with Captiuitie Young Talbots Valour makes me smile at thee When he perceiu'd me shrinke and on my Knee His bloodie Sword he brandisht ouer mee And like a hungry Lyon did commence Rough deeds of Rage and sterne Impatience But when my angry Guardant stood alone Tendring my ruine and assayl'd of none Dizzie-ey'd Furie and great rage of Heart Suddenly made him from my side to start Into the clustring Battaile of the French And in that Sea of Blood my Boy did drench His ouer-mounting Spirit and there di'de My Icarus my Blossome in his pride Enter with Iohn Talbot borne Seru. O my deare Lord loe where your Sonne is borne Tal. Thou antique Death which laugh'st vs here to scorn Anon from thy insulting Tyrannie Coupled in bonds of perpetuitie Two Talbots winged through the lither Skie In thy despight shall scape Mortalitie O thou whose wounds become hard fauoured death Speake to thy father ere thou yeeld thy breath Braue death by speaking whither he will or no Imagine him a Frenchman and thy Foe Poore Boy he smiles me thinkes as who should say Had Death bene French then Death had dyed to day Come come and lay him in his Fathers armes My spirit can no longer beare these harmes Souldiers adieu I haue what I would haue Now my old armes are yong Iohn Talbots graue Dyes Enter Charles Alanson Burgundie Bastard and Pucell Char. Had Yorke and Somerset brought rescue in We should haue found a bloody day of this Bast How the yong whelpe of Talbots raging wood Did flesh his punie-sword in Frenchmens blood Puc Once I encountred him and thus I said Thou Maiden youth be vanquisht by a Maide But with a proud Maiesticall high scorne He answer'd thus Yong Talbot was not borne To be the pillage of a Giglot Wench So rushing in the bowels of the French He left me proudly as vnworthy fight Bur. Doubtlesse he would haue made a noble Knight See where he lyes inherced in the armes Of the most bloody Nursser of his harmes Bast Hew them to peeces hack their bones assunder Whose life was Englands glory Gallia's wonder Char. Oh no forbeare For that which we haue fled During the life let vs not wrong it dead Enter Lucie Lu. Herald conduct me to the Dolphins Tent To know who hath obtain'd the glory of the day Char. On what submissiue message art thou sent Lucy Submission Dolphin Ti◠a meere French word We English Warriours wot not what it meanes I come to know what Prisoner thou hast tane And to suruey the bodies of the dead Char. For prisoners askst thou Hell our prison is But tell me whom thou seek'st Luc. But where 's the great Alcides of the field Valiant Lord Talbot Earle of Shrewsbury Created for his rare successe in Armes Great Earle of Washford Waterford and Valence Lord Talbot of Goodrig and Vrchinfield Lord Strange of Blackmere Lord Verdon of Alton Lord Cromwell of Wingefield Lord Furniuall of Sheffeild The thrice victorious Lord of Falconbridge Knight of the Noble Order of S. George Worthy S. Michael and the Golden Fleece Great Marshall to Henry the sixt Of all his Warres within the Realme of France Puc Heere 's a silly stately stile indeede The Turke that two and fiftie Kingdomes hath Writes not so tedious a Stile as this Him that thou magnifi'st with all these Titles Stinking and fly-blowne lyes heere at our feete Lucy Is Talbot slaine the Frenchmens only Scourge Your Kingdomes terror and blacke Nemesis Oh were mine eye-balles into Bullets turn'd That I in rage might shoot them at your faces Oh that I could but call these dead to life It were enough to fright the Realme of France Were but his Picture left amongst you here It would amaze the prowdest of you all Giue me their Bodyes that I may beare them hence And giue them Buriall as beseemes their worth Pucel I thinke this vpstart is old Talbots
they cry though you forbid That they will guard you where you will or no From such fell Serpents as false Suffolke is With whose inuenomed and fatall sting Your louing Vnckle twentie times his worth They say is shamefully bereft of life Commons within An answer from the King my Lord of Salisbury Suff. 'T is like the Commons rude vnpolisht Hindes Could send such Message to their Soueraigne But you my Lord were glad to be imploy'd To shew how queint an Orator you are But all the Honor Salisbury hath wonne Is that he was the Lord Embassador Sent from a sort of Tinkers to the King Within An answer from the King or wee will all breake in King Goe Salisbury and tell them all from me I thanke them for their tender louing care And had I not beene cited so by them Yet did I purpose as they doe entreat For sure my thoughts doe hourely prophecie Mischance vnto my State by Suffolkes meanes And therefore by his Maiestie I sweare Whose farre-vnworthie Deputie I am He shall not breathe infection in this ayre But three dayes longer on the paine of death Qu. Oh Henry let me pleade for gentle Suffolke King Vngentle Queene to call him gentle Suffolke No more I sayâ— if thou do'st pleade for him Thou wilt but adde encrease vnto my Wrath. Had I but sayd I would haue kept my Word But when I sweare it is irreuocable If after three dayes space thou here bee'st found On any ground that I am Ruler of The World shall not be Ransome for thy Life Come Warwicke come good Warwicke goe with mee I haue great matters to impart to thee Exit Qu. Mischance and Sorrow goe along with you Hearts Discontent and sowre Affliction Be play-fellowes to keepe you companie There 's two of you the Deuill make a third And three-fold Vengeance tend vpon your steps Suff. Cease gentle Queene these Execrations And let thy Suffolke take his heauie leaue Queen Fye Coward woman and soft harâ—ed wretch Hast thou not spirit to curse thine enemy Suf. A plague vpon them wherefore should I cursse them Would curses kill as doth the Mandrakes grone I would inuent as bitter searching termes As curst as harsh and horrible to heare Deliuer'd strongly through my fixed teeth With full as many fignes of deadly hate As leane-fac'd enuy in her loathsome caue My tongue should stumble in mine earnest words Mine eyes should sparkle like the beaten Flint Mine haire be fixt an end as one distract I euery ioynt should seeme to curse and ban And euen now my burthen'd heart would breake Should I not curse them Poyson be their drinke Gall worse then Gall the daintiest that they taste Their sweetest shade a groue of Cypresse Trees Their cheefest Prospect murd'ring Basiliskes Their softest Touch as smart as Lyzards stings Their Musicke frightfull as the Serpents hisse And boading Screech-Owles make the Consort full All the foule terrors in darke seated hell Q. Enough sweet Suffolke thou torment'st thy selfe And these dread curses like the Sunne ' gainst glasse Or like an ouer-charged Gun recoile And turnes the force of them vpon thy selfe Suf. You bad me ban and will you bid me leaue Now by the ground that I am banish'd from Well could I curse away a Winters night Though standing naked on a Mountaine top Where byting cold would neuer let grasse grow And thinke it but a minute spent in sport Qu. Oh let me intreat thee cease giue me thy hand That I may dew it with my mournfull teaâ—es Nor let the raine of heauen wet this place To wash away my wofull Monuments Oh could this kisse be printed in thy hand That thou might'st thinke vpon these by the Seale Through whom a thousand sighes are breath'd for thee So get thee gone that I may know my greefe 'T is but surmiz'd whiles thou art standing by As one that surfets thinking on a want I will repeale thee or be well assur'd Aduenture to be banished my selfe And banished I am if but from thee Go speake not to me euen now be gone Oh go not yet Euen thus two Friends condemn'd Embrace and kisse and take ten thousand leaues Loather a hundred times to part then dye Yet now farewell and farewell Life with thee Suf. Thus is poore Suffolke ten times banished Once by the King and three times thrice by thee 'T is not the Land I care for wer 't thou thence A Wildernesse is populous enough So Suffolke had thy heauenly company For where thou art there is the World it selfe With euery seuerall pleasure in the World And where thou art not Desolation I can no more Liue thou to ioy thy life My selfe no ioy in nought but that thou liu'st Enter Vaux Queene Whether goes Vaux so fast What newes I prethee Vaux To signifie vnto his Maiesty That Cardinall Beauford is at point of death For sodainly a greeuous sicknesse tooke him That makes him gaspe and stare and catch the aire Blaspheming God and cursing men on earth Sometime he talkes as if Duke Humfries Ghost Were by his side Sometime he calles the King And whispers to his pillow as to him The secrets of his ouer-charged soule And I am sent to tell his Maiestie That euen now he cries alowd for him Qu. Go tell this heauy Message to the King Exit Aye me What is this World What newes are these But wherefore greeue I at an houres poore losse Omitting Suffolkes exile my soules Treasure Why onely Suffolke mourne I not for thee And with the Southerne clouds contend in teares Theirs for the earths encrease mine for my sorrowes Now get thee hence the King thou know'st is comming If thou be found by me thou art but dead Suf. If I depart from thee I cannot liue And in thy sight to dye what were it else But like a pleasant slumber in thy lap Heere could I breath my soule into the ayre As milde and gentle as the Cradle-babe Dying with mothers dugge betweene it's lips Where from thy sight I should be raging mad And cry out for thee to close vp mine eyes To haue thee with thy lippes to stop my mouth So should'st thou eyther turne my flying soule Or I should breathe it so into thy body And then it liu'd in sweete Elizium To dye by thee were but to dye in iest From thee to dye were torture more then death Oh let me stay befall what may befall Queen Away Though parting be a fretfull corosiue Ir is applyed to a deathfull wound To France sweet Suffolke Let me heare from thee For wheresoere thou art in this worlds Globe I le haue an Iris that shall finde thee out Suf. I go Qu. And take my heart with thee Suf. A Iewell lockt into the wofulst Caske That euer did containe a thing of worth Euen as a splitted Barke so sunder we This way fall I to death Qu. This way for me Exeunt Enter the King Salisbury and Warwicke to the Cardinal in bed King How fare's my Lord Speake
you know his Heart Darb. What of his Heart perceiue you in his Face By any liuelyhood he shew'd to day Hast Mary that with no man here he is offended For were he he had shewne it in his Lookes Enter Richard and Buckingham Rich. I pray you all tell me what they deserue That doe conspire my death with diuellish Plots Of damned Witchcraft and that haue preuail'd Vpon my Body with their Hellish Charmes Hast The tender loue I beare your Grace my Lord Makes me most forward in this Princely presence To doome th' Offendors whosoe're they be I say my Lord they haue deserued death Rich. Then be your eyes the witnesse of their euill Looke how I am bewitch'd behold mine Arme Is like a blasted Sapling wither'd vp And this is Edwards Wife that monstrous Witch Consorted with that Harlot Strumpet Shore That by their Witchcraft thus haue marked me Hast If they haue done this deed my Noble Lord. Rich. If thou Protector of this damned Strumpet Talk'st thou to me of Ifs thou art a Traytor Off with his Head now by Saint Paul I sweare I will not dine vntill I see the same Louell and Ratcliffe looke that it be done Exeunt The rest that loue me rise and follow me Manet Louell and Ratcliffe with the Lord Hastings Hast Woe woe for England not a whit for me For I too fond might haue preuented this Stanley did dreame the Bore did rowse our Helmes And I did scorne it and disdaine to flye Three times to day my Foot-Cloth-Horse did stumble And started when he look'd vpon the Tower As loth to beare me to the slaughter-house O now I need the Priest that spake to me I now repent I told the Pursuiuant As too triumphing how mine Enemies To day at Pomfret bloodily were butcher'd And I my selfe secure in grace and fauour Oh Margaret Margaret now thy heauie Curse Is lighted on poore Hastings wretched Head Ra. Come come dispatch the Duke would be at dinner Make a short Shrift he longs to see your Head Hast O momentarie grace of mortall men Which we more hunt for then the grace of God! Who builds his hope in ayre of your good Lookes Liues like a drunken Sayler on a Mast Readie with euery Nod to tumble downe Into the fatall Bowels of the Deepe Lou. Come come dispatch 't is bootlesse to exclaime Hast. O bloody Richard miserable England I prophecie the fearefull'st time to thee That euer wretched Age hath look'd vpon Come lead me to the Block beare him my Head They smile at me who shortly shall be dead Exeunt Enter Richard and Buckingham in rotten Armour maruellous ill-fauoured Richard Come Cousin Canst thou quake and change thy colour Murther thy breath in middle of a word And then againe begin and stop againe As if thou were distraught and mad with terror Buck. Tut I can counterfeit the deepe Tragedian Speake and looke backe and prie on euery side Tremble and start at wagging of a Straw Intending deepe suspition gastly Lookes Are at my seruice like enforced Smiles And both are readie in their Offices At any time to grace my Stratagemes But what is Catesby gone Rich. He is and see he brings the Maior along Enter the Maior and Catesby Buck. Lord Maior Rich. Looke to the Draw-Bridge there Buck. Hearke a Drumme Rich. Catesby o're-looke the Walls Buck. Lord Maior the reason we haue sent Rich. Looke back defend thee here are Enemies Buck. God and our Innocencie defend and guard vs. Enter Louell and Ratcliffe with Hastings Head Rich. Be patient they are friends Ratcliffe and Louell Louell Here is the Head of that ignoble Traytor The dangerous and vnsuspected Hastings Rich. So deare I lou'd the man that I must weepe I tooke him for the plainest harmelesse Creature That breath'd vpon the Earth a Christian Made him my Booke wherein my Soule recorded The Historie of all her secret thoughts So smooth he dawb'd his Vice with shew of Vertue That his apparant open Guilt omitted I meane his Conuersation with Shores Wife He liu'd from all attainder of suspects Buck. Well well he was the couertst sheltred Traytor That euer liu'd Would you imagine or almost beleeue Wert not that by great preseruation We liue to tell it that the subtill Traytor This day had plotted in the Councell-House To murther me and my good Lord of Gloster Maior Had he done so Rich. What thinke you we are Turkes or Infidels Or that we would against the forme of Law Proceed thus rashly in the Villaines death But that the extreme perill of the case The Peace of England and our Persons safetie Enforc'd vs to this Execution Maior Now faire befall you he deseru'd his death And your good Graces both haue well proceeded To warne false Traytors from the like Attempts Buck. I neuer look'd for better at his hands After he once fell in with Mistresse Shore Yet had we not determin'd he should dye Vntill your Lordship came to see his end Which now the louing haste of these our friends Something against our meanings haue preuented Because my Lord I would haue had you heard The Traytor speake and timorously confesse The manner and the purpose of his Treasons That you might well haue signify'd the same Vnto the Citizens who haply may Misconster vs in him and wayle his death Ma. But my good Lord your Graces words shal serue As well as I had seene and heard him speake And doe not doubt right Noble Princes both But I le acquaint our dutious Citizens With all your iust proceedings in this case Rich. And to that end we wish'd your Lordship here T' auoid the Censures of the carping World Buck. Which since you come too late of our intent Yet witnesse what you heare we did intend And so my good Lord Maior we bid farwell Exit Maior Rich. Goe after after Cousin Buckingham The Maior towards Guild-Hall hyes him in all poste There at your meetest vantage of the time Inferre the Bastardie of Edwards Children Tell them how Edward put to death a Citizen Onely for saying he would make his Sonne Heire to the Crowne meaning indeed his House Which by the Signe thereof was tearmed so Moreouer vrge his hatefull Luxurie And beastiall appetite in change of Lust Which stretcht vnto their Seruants Daughters Wiues Euen where his raging eye or sauage heart Without controll lusted to make a prey Nay for a need thus farre come neere my Person Tell them when that my Mother went with Child Of that insatiate Edward Noble Yorke My Princely Father then had Warres in France And by true computation of the time Found that the Issue was not his begot Which well appeared in his Lineaments Being nothing like the Noble Duke my Father Yet touch this sparingly as 't were farre off Because my Lord you know my Mother liues Buck. Doubt not my Lord I le play the Orator As if the Golden Fee for which I plead Were for my selfe and so my Lord adue Rich. If you
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
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
loue the generall gender beare him Who dipping all his Faults in their affection Would like the Spring that turneth Wood to Stone Conuert his Gyues to Graces So that my Arrowes Too slightly timbred for so loud a Winde Would haue reuerted to my Bow againe And not where I had arm'd them Laer. And so haue I a Noble Father lost A Sister driuen into desperate tearmes Who was if praises may go backe againe Stood Challenger on mount of all the Age For her perfections But my reuenge will come King Breake not your sleepes for that You must not thinke That we are made of stuffe so flat and dull That we can let our Beard be shooke with danger And thinke it pastime You shortly shall heare more I lou'd your Father and we loue our Selfe And that I hope will teach you to imagine Enter a Messenger How now What Newes Mes Letters my Lord from Hamlet This to your Maiesty this to the Queene King From Hamlet Who brought them Mes Saylors my Lord they say I saw them not They were giuen me by Claudio he receiu'd them King Laertes you shall heare them Leaue vs. Exit Messenger High and Mighty you shall know I am set naked on your Kingdome To morrow shall I begge leaue to see your Kingly Eyes When I shall first asking your Pardon thereunto recount th' Occasions of my sodaine and more strange returne Hamlet What should this meane Are all the rest come backe Or is it some abuse Or no such thing Laer. Know you the hand Kin. 'T is Hamlets Character naked and in a Postscript here he sayes alone Can you aduise me Laer. I 'm lost in it my Lord but let him come It warmes the very sicknesse in my heart That I shall liue and tell him to his teeth Thus diddest thou Kin. If it be so Laertes as how should it be so How otherwise will you be rul'd by me Laer. If so you 'l not o're rule me to a peace Kin. To thine owne peace if he be now return'd As checking at his Voyage and that he meanes No more to vndertake it I will worke him To an exployt now ripe in my Deuice Vnder the which he shall not choose but fall And for his death no winde of blame shall breath But euen his Mother shall vncharge the practice And call it accident Some two Monthes hence Here was a Gentleman of Normandy I 'ue seene my selfe and seru'd against the French And they ran well on Horsebacke but this Gallant Had witchcraft in 't he grew into his Seat And to such wondrous doing brought his Horse As had he beene encorps't and demy-Natur'd With the braue Beast so farre he past my thought That I in forgery of shapes and trickes Come short of what he did Laer. A Norman was 't Kin. A Norman Laer. Vpon my life Lamound Kin. The very same Laer. I know him well he is the Brooch indeed And Iemme of all our Nation Kin. Hee mad confession of you And gaue you such a Masterly report For Art and exercise in your defence And for your Rapier most especially e That he cryed out t' would be a sight indeed If one could match you Sir This report of his Did Hamlet so envenom with his Enuy That he could nothing doe but wish and begge Your sodaine comming ore to play with him Now out of this Laer. Why out of this my Lord Kin Laertes was your Father deare to you Or are you like the painting of a sorrow A face without a heart Laer. Why aske you this Kin. Not that I thinke you did not loue your Father But that I know Loue is begun by Time And that I see in passages of proofe Time qualifies the sparke and fire of it Hamlet comes backe what would you vndertake To show your selfe your Fathers sonne indeed More then in words Laer. To cut his throat i' th' Church Kin. No place indeed should murder Sancturize Reuenge should haue no bounds but good Laertes Will you doe this keepe close within your Chamber Hamlet return'd shall know you are come home Wee 'l put on those shall praise your excellence And set a double varnish on the fame The Frenchman gaue you bring you in fine together And wager on your heads he being remisse Most generous and free from all contriuing Will not peruse the Foiles So that with ease Or with a little shuffling you may choose A Sword vnbaited and in a passe of practice Requit him for your Father Laer. I will doo 't And for that purpose I le annoint my Sword I bought an Vnction of a Mountebanke So mortall I but dipt a knife in it Where it drawes blood no Cataplasme so rare Collected from all Simples that haue Vertue Vnder the Moone can saue the thing from death That is but scratcht withall I le touch my point With this contagion that if I gall him slightly It may be death Kin Let 's further thinke of this Weigh what conuenience both of time and meanes May fit vs to our shape if this should faile And that our drift looke through our bad performance 'T were better not assaid therefore this Proiect Should haue a backe or second that might hold If this should blast in proofe Soft let me see Wee 'l make a solemne wager on your commings I ha 't when in your motion you are hot and dry As make your bowts more violent to the end And that he cals for drinke I le haue prepar'd him A Challice for the nonce whereon but sipping If he by chance escape your venom'd stuck Our purpose may hold there how sweet Queene Enter Queene Queen One woe doth tread vpon anothers heele So fast they 'l follow your Sister 's drown'd Laertes Laer. Drown'd O where Queen There is a Willow growes aslant a Brooke That shewes his hore leaues in the glassie streame There with fantasticke Garlands did she come Of Crow-slowers Nettles Daysies and long Purples That liberall Shepheards giue a grosser name But our cold Maids doe Dead Mens Fingers call them There on the pendant boughes her Coronet weeds Clambring to hang an enuious sliuer broke When downe the weedy Trophies and her selfe Fell in the weeping Brooke her cloathes spred wide And Mermaid-like a while they bore her vp Which time she chaunted snatches of old tunes As one incapable of her owne distresse Or like a creature Natiue and indued Vnto that Element but long it could not be Till that her garments heauy with her drinke Pul'd the poore wretch from her melodious buy To muddy death Laer. Alas then is she drown'd Queen Drown'd drown'd Laer. Too much of water hast thou poore Ophelia And therefore I forbid my teares but yet It is our tricke Nature her custome holds Let shame say what it will when these are gone The woman will be out Adue my Lord I haue a speech of fire that faine would blaze But that this folly doubts it Exit Kin. Let 's follow Gertrude How much I had to
men To excuse their after wrath Husband I come Now to that name my Courage proue my Title I am Fire and Ayre my other Elements I giue to baser life So haue you done Come then and take the last warmth of my Lippes Farewell kinde Charmian Iras long farewell Haue I the Aspicke in my lippes Dost fall If thou and Nature can so gently part The stroke of death is as a Louers pinch Which hurts and is desir'd Dost thou lye still If thus thou vanishest thou tell'st the world It is not worth leaue-taking Char. Dissolue thicke clowd Raine that I may say The Gods themselues do weepe Cleo. This proues me base If she first meete the Curled Anthony Hee 'l make demand of her and spend that kisse Which is my heauen to haue Come thou mortal wretch With thy sharpe teeth this knot intrinsicate Of life at once vntye Poore venomous Foole Be angry and dispatch Oh could'st thou speake That I might heare thee call great Caesar Asse vnpolicied Char. Oh Easterne Starre Cleo. Peace peace Dost thou not see my Baby at my breast That suckes the Nurse asleepe Char. O breake O breake Cleo. As sweet as Balme as soft as Ayre as gentle O Anthony Nay I will take thee too What should I stay Dyes Char. In this wilde World So fare thee well Now boast thee Death in thy possession lyes A Lasse vnparalell'd Downie Windowes cloze And golden Phoebus neuer be beheld Of eyes againe so Royall your Crownes away I le mend it and then play Enter the Guard rustling in and Dolabella 1. Guard Where 's the Queene Char. Speake softly wake her not 1 Caesar hath sent Char. Too slow a Messenger Oh come apace dispatch I partly feele thee 1 Approach hoa All 's not well Caesar's beguild 2 There 's Dolabella sent from Caesar call him 1 What worke is heere Charmian Is this well done Char. It is well done and fitting for a Princesse Descended of so many Royall Kings Ah Souldier Charmian dyes Enter Dolabella Dol. How goes it heere 2 Guard All dead Dol. Caesar thy thoughts Touch their effects in this Thy selfe art comming To see perform'd the dreaded Act which thou So sought'st to hinder Enter Caesar and all his Traine marching All. A way there a way for Caesar Dol. Oh sir you are too sure an Augurer That you did feâ—re is done Caesar Brauest at the last She leuell'd at our purposes and being Royall Tooke her owne way the manner of their deaths I do not see them bleede Dol. Who was last with them 1. Guard A simple Countryman that broght hir Figs This was his Basket Caesar Poyson'd then 1. Guard Oh Caesar This Charmian liu'd but now she stood and spake I found her trimming vp the Diadem On her dead Mistris tremblingly she stood And on the sodaine dropt Caesar Oh Noble weakenesse If they had swallow'd poyson 't would appeare By externall swelling but she lookes like sleepe As she would catch another Anthony In her strong toyle of Grace Dol. Heere on her brest There is a vent of Bloud and something blowne The like is on her Arme. 1. Guard This is an Aspickes traile And these Figge-leaues haue slime vpon them such As th' Aspicke leaues vpon the Caues of Nyle Caesar Most probable That so she dyed for her Physitian tels mee She hath pursu'de Conclusions infinite Of easie wayes to dye Take vp her bed And beare her Women from the Monument She shall be buried by her Anthony No Graue vpon the earth shall clip in it A payre so famous high euents as these Strike those that make them and their Story is No lesse in pitty then his Glory which Brought them to be lamented Our Army shall In solemne shew attend this Funerall And then to Rome Come Dolabella see High Order in this great Solmemnity Exeunt omnes FINIS THE TRAGEDIE OF CYMBELINE Actus Primus Scoena Prima Enter two Gentlemen 1. Gent. YOu do not meet a man but Frownes Our bloods no more obey the Heauens Then our Courtiers Still seeme as do's the Kings 2 Gent. But what 's the matter 1. His daughter and the heire of 's kingdome whom He purpos'd to his wiues sole Sonne a Widdow That late be married hath referr'd her selfe Vnto a poore but worthy Gentleman She 's wedded Her Husband banish'd she imprison'd all Is outward sorrow though I thinke the King Be touch'd at very heart 2 None but the King 1 He that hath lost her too so is the Queene That most desir'd the Match But not a Courtier Although they weare their faces to the bent Of the Kings lookes hath a heart that is not Glad at the thing they scowle at 2 And why so 1 He that hath miss'd the Princesse is a thing Too bad for bad report and he that hath her I meane that married her alacke good man And therefore banish'd is a Creature such As to seeke through the Regions of the Earth For one his like there would be something failing In him that should compare I do not thinke So faire an Outward and such stuffe Within Endowes a man but hee 2 You speake him farre 1 I do extend him Sir within himselfe Crush him together rather then vnfold His measure duly 2 What 's his name and Birth 1 I cannot delue him to the roote His Father Was call'd Sicillius who did ioyne his Honor Against the Romanes with Cassibulan But had his Titles by Tenantius whom He seru'd with Glory and admir'd Successe So gain'd the Sur-addition Leonatus And had besides this Gentleman in question Two other Sonnes who in the Warres o' th' time Dy'de with their Swords in hand For which their Father Then old and fond of yssue tooke such sorrow That he quit Being and his gentle Lady Bigge of this Gentleman our Theame deceast As he was borne The King he takes the Babe To his protection cals him Posthumus Leonatus Breedes him and makes him of his Bed-chamber Puts to him all the Learnings that his time Could make him the receiuer of which he tooke As we do ayre fast as 't was ministred And in 's Spring became a Haruest Liu'd in Court Which rare it is to do most prais'd most lou'd A sample to the yongest to th' more Mature A glasse that feated them and to the grauer A Childe that guided Dotards To his Mistris For whom he now is banish'd her owne price Proclaimes how she esteem'd him and his Vertue By her electioÌ„ may be truly read what kind of man he is 2 I honor him euen out of your report But pray you tell me is she sole childe to ' th' King 1 His onely childe He had two Sonnes if this be worth your hearing Marke it the eldest of them at three yeares old I' th' swathing cloathes the other from their Nursery Were stolne and to this houre no ghesse in knowledge Which way they went 2 How long is this ago 1 Some twenty yeares 2 That a Kings Children should be so conuey'd So
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
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