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
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
was but a Foole That brought my answer back Brutus hath riu'd my hart A Friend should beare his Friends infirmities But Brutus makes mine greater then they are Bru. I do not till you practice them on me Cassi You loue me not Bru. I do not like your faults Cassi A friendly eye could neuer see such faults Bru. A Flatterers would not though they do appeare As huge as high Olympus Cassi Come Antony and yong Octauius come Reuenge your selues alone on Cassius For Cassius is a-weary of the World Hated by one he loues brau'd by his Brother Check'd like a bondman all his faults obseru'd Set in a Note-booke learn'd and con'd by roate To cast into my Teeth O I could weepe My Spirit from mine eyes There is my Dagger And heere my naked Breast Within a Heart Deerer then Pluto's Mine Richer then Gold If that thou bee'st a Roman take it foorth I that deny'd thee Gold will giue my Heart Strike as thou did'st at Caesar For I know When thou did'st hate him worst y u loued'st him better Then euer thou loued'st Cassius Bru. Sheath your Dagger Be angry when you will it shall haue scope Do what you will Dishonor shall be Humour O Cassius you are yoaked with a Lambe That carries Anger as the Flint beares fire Who much inforced shewes a hastie Sparke And straite is cold agen Cassi Hath Cassius liu'd To be but Mirth and Laughter to his Brutus When greefe and blood ill temper'd vexeth him Bru. When I spoke that I was ill temper'd too Cassi Do you confesse so much Giue me your hand Bru. And my heart too Cassi O Brutus Bru. What 's the matter Cassi Haue not you loue enough to beare with me When that rash humour which my Mother gaue me Makes me forgetfull Bru. Yes Cassius and from henceforth When you are ouer-earnest with your Brutus Hee 'l thinke your Mother chides and leaue you so Enter a Poet. Poet. Let me go in to see the Generals There is some grudge betweene 'em 't is not meete They be alone Lucil. You shall not come to them Poet. Nothing but death shall stay me Cas How now What 's the matter Poet. For shame you Generals what do you meane Loue and be Friends as two such men should bee For I haue seene more yeeres I 'me sure then yee Cas Ha ha how vildely doth this Cynicke rime Bru. Get you hence sirra Sawcy Fellow hence Cas Beare with him Brutus 't is his fashion Brut. I le know his humor when he knowes his time What should the Warres do with these ligging Fooles Companion hence Cas Away away be gone Exit Poet Bru. Lucillius and Titinius bid the Commanders Prepare to lodge their Companies to night Cas And come your selues bring Messala with you Immediately to vs. Bru. Lucius a bowle of Wine Cas I did not thinke you could haue bin so angry Bru. O Cassius I am sicke of many greefes Cas Of your Philosophy you make no vse If you giue place to accidentall euils Bru. No man beares sorrow better Portia is dead Cas Ha Portia Bru. She is dead Cas How scap'd I killing when I croft you so O insupportable and touching losse Vpon what sicknesse Bru. Impatient of my absence And greefe that yong Octauius with Mark Antony Haue made themselues so strong For with her death That tydings came With this she fell distract And her Attendants absent swallow'd fire Cas And dy'd so Bru. Euen so Cas O ye immortall Gods Enter Boy with Wine and Tapers Bru. Speak no more of her Giue me a bowl of wine In this I bury all vnkindnesse Cassius Drinkes Cas My heart is thirsty for that Noble pledge Fill Lucius till the Wine ore-swell the Cup I cannot drinke too much of Brutus loue Enter Titinius and Messala Brutus Come in Titinius Welcome good Messala Now sit we close about this Taper heere And call in question our necessities Cass Portia art thou gone Bru. No more I pray you Messala I haue heere receiued Letters That yong Octauius and Mark Antony Come downe vpon vs with a mighty power Bending their Expedition toward Philippi Mess My selfe haue Letters of the selfe-same Tenure Bru. With what Addition Mess That by proscription and billes of Outlarie Octauius Antony and Lepidus Haue put to death an hundred Senators Bru. Therein our Letters do not well agree Mine speake of seuenty Senators that dy'de By their proscriptions Cicero being one Cassi Cicero one Messa Cicero is dead and by that order of proscription Had you your Letters from your wife my Lord Bru. No Messala Messa Nor nothing in your Letters writ of her Bru. Nothing Messala Messa That me thinkes is strange Bru. Why aske you Heare you ought of her in yours Messa No my Lord. Bru. Now as you are a Roman tell me true Messa Then like a Roman beare the truth I tell For certaine she is dead and by strange manner Bru. Why farewell Portia We must die Messala With meditating that she must dye once I haue the patience to endure it now Messa Euen so great men great losses shold indure Cassi I haue as much of this in Art as you But yet my Nature could not beare it so Bru. Well to our worke aliue What do you thinke Of marching to Philippi presently Cassi I do not thinke it good Bru. Your reason Cassi This it is 'T is better that the Enemie seeke vs So shall he waste his meanes weary his Souldiers Doing himselfe offence whil'st we lying still Are full of rest defence and nimblenesse Bru. Good reasons must of force giue place to better The people 'twixt Philippi and this ground Do stand but in a forc'd affection For they haue grug'd vs Contribution The Enemy marching along by them By them shall make a fuller number vp Come on refresht new added and encourag'd From which aduantage shall we cut him off If at Philippi we do face him there These people at our backe Cassi Heare me good Brother Bru. Vnder your pardon You must note beside That we haue tride the vtmost of our Friends Oâ— Legions are brim full our cause is ripe The Enemy encreaseth euery day We at the height are readie to decline There is a Tide in the affayres of men Which taken at the Flood leades on to Fortune Omitted all the voyage of their life Is bound in Shallowes and in Miseries On such a full Sea are we now a-float And we must take the current when it serues Or loose our Ventures Cassi Then with your will go on wee 'l along Our selues and meet them at Philippi Bru. The deepe of night is crept vpon our talke And Nature must obey Necessitie Which we will niggard with a little rest There is no more to say Cassi No more good night Early to morrow will we rise and hence Enter Lucius Bru. Lucius my Gowne farewell good Messala Good night Titinius Noble Noble Cassius Good night and good repose Cassi O my deere Brother This was an ill
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
with a thought that more depends on it then we must yet deliuer Thus faile not to doe your Office as you will answere it at your perill What say you to this Sir Duke What is that Barnardine who is to be executed in th' afternoone Pro. A Bohemian borne But here nurst vp bred One that is a prisoner nine yeeres old Duke How came it that the absent Duke had not either deliuer'd him to his libertie or executed him I haue heard it was euer his manner to do so Pro. His friends still wrought Repreeues for him And indeed his fact till now in the gouernment of Lord Angelo came not to an vndoubtfull proofe Duke It is now apparant Pro. Most manifest and not denied by himselfe Duke Hath he borne himselfe penitently in prison How seemes he to be touch'd Pro. A man that apprehends death no more dreadfully but as a drunken sleepe carelesse wreaklesse and fearelesse of what 's past present or to come insensible of mortality and desperately mortall Duke He wants aduice Pro. He wil heare none he hath euermore had the liberty of the prison giue him leaue to escape hence hee would not Drunke many times a day if not many daies entirely drunke We haue verie oft awak'd him as if to carrie him to execution and shew'd him a seeming warrant for it it hath not moued him at all Duke More of him anon There is written in your brow Prouost honesty and constancie if I reade it not truly my ancient skill beguiles me but in the boldnes of my cunning I will lay my selfe in hazard Claudio whom heere you haue warrant to execute is no greater forfeit to the Law then Angelo who hath sentenc'd him To make you vnderstand this in a manifested effect I craue but foure daies respit for the which you are to do me both a present and a dangerous courtesie Pro. Pray Sir in what Duke In the delaying death Pro. Alacke how may I do it Hauing the houre limited and an expresse command vnder penaltie to deliuer his head in the view of Angelo I may make my case as Claudio's to crosse this in the smallest Duke By the vow of mine Order I warrant you If my instructions may be your guide Let this Barnardine be this morning executed And his head borne to Angelo Pro. Angelo hath seene them both And will discouer the fauour Duke Oh death 's a great disguiser and you may adde to it Shaue the head and tie the beard and say it was the desire of the penitent to be so bar'de before his death you know the course is common If any thing fall to you vpon this more then thankes and good fortune by the Saint whom I professe I will plead against it with my life Pro. Pardon me good Father it is against my oath Duke Were you sworne to the Duke or to the Deputie Pro. To him and to his Substitutes Duke You will thinke you haue made no offence if the Duke auouch the iustice of your dealing Pro. But what likelihood is in that Duke Not a resemblance but a certainty yet since I see you fearfull that neither my coate integrity nor perswasion can with ease attempt you I wil go further then I meant to plucke all feares out of you Looke you Sir heere is the hand and Seale of the Duke you know the Charracter I doubt not and the Signet is not strange to you Pro. I know them both Duke The Contents of this is the returne of the Duke you shall anon ouer-reade it at your pleasure where you shall finde within these two daies he wil be heere This is a thing that Angelo knowes not for hee this very day receiues letters of strange tenor perchance of the Dukes death perchance entering into some Monasterie but by chance nothing of what is writ Looke th' vnfolding Starre calles vp the Shepheard put not your selfe into amazement how these things should be all difficulties are but easie vvhen they are knowne Call your executioner and off with Barnardines head I will giue him a present shrift and aduise him for a better place Yet you are amaz'd but this shall absolutely resolue you Come away it is almost cleere dawne Exit Scena Tertia Enter Clowne Clo. I am as well acquainted heere as I was in our house of profession one would thinke it vvere Mistris Ouer-dons owne house for heere be manie of her olde Customers First here 's yong M r Rash hee 's in for a commoditie of browne paper and olde Ginger nine score and seuenteene pounds of which hee made fiue Markes readie money marrie then Ginger was not much in request for the olde Women vvere all dead Then is there heere one M r Caper at the suite of Master Three-Pile the Mercer for some foure suites of Peach-colour'd Satten which now peaches him a beggar Then haue vve heere yong Dizie and yong M r Deepe-vow and M r Copperspurre and M r Starue-Lackey the Rapier and dagger man and yong Drop-heire that kild lustie Pudding and M r Forthlight the Tilter and braue M r Shootie the great Traueller and wilde Halfe-Canne that stabb'd Pots and I thinke fortie more all great doers in our Trade and are now for the Lords sake Enter Abhorson Abh. Sirrah bring Barnardine hether Clo. M r Barnardine you must rise and be hang'd M r Barnardine Abh. What hoa Barnardine Barnardine within Bar. A pox o' your throats who makes that noyse there What are you Clo. Your friends Sir the Hangman You must be so good Sir to rise and be put to death Bar. Away you Rogue away I am sleepie Abh. Tell him he must awake And that quickly too Clo Pray Master Barnardine awake till you are executed and sleepe afterwards Ab. Go in to him and fetch him out Clo. He is comming Sir he is comming I heare his Straw russle Enter Barnardine Abh. Is the Axe vpon the blocke sirrah Clo. Verie readie Sir Bar. How now Abhorson What 's the newes vvith you Abh. Truly Sir I would desire you to clap into your prayers for looke you the Warrants come Bar. You Rogue I haue bin drinking all night I am not fitted for 't Clo. Oh the better Sir for he that drinkes all night and is hanged betimes in the morning may sleepe the sounder all the next day Enter Duke Abh. Looke you Sir heere comes your ghostly Father do we iest now thinke you Duke Sir induced by my charitie and hearing how hastily you are to depart I am come to aduise you Comfort you and pray with you Bar. Friar not I I haue bin drinking hard all night and I will haue more time to prepare mee or they shall beat out my braines with billets I will not consent to die this day that 's certaine Duke Oh sir you must and therefore I beseech you Looke forward on the iournie you shall go Bar. I sweare I will not die to day for anie mans perswasion Duke But heare you Bar. Not a word
approoued meanes I haue With wholsome sirrups drugges and holy prayers To make of him a formall man againe It is a branch and parcell of mine oath A charitable dutie of my order Therefore depart and leaue him heere with me Adr. I will not hence and leaue my husband heere And ill it doth beseeme your holinesse To separate the husband and the wife Ab. Be quiet and depart thou shalt not haue him Luc. Complaine vnto the Duke of this indignity Adr. Come go I will fall prostrate at his feete And neuer rise vntill my teares and prayers Haue won his grace to come in person hither And take perforce my husband from the Abbesse Mar. By this I thinke the Diall points at fiue Anon I' me sure the Duke himselfe in person Comes this way to the melancholly vale The place of depth and sorrie execution Behinde the ditches of the Abbey heere Gold Vpon what cause Mar. To see a reuerent Siracusian Merchant Who put vnluckily into this Bay Against the Lawes and Statutes of this Towne Beheaded publikely for his offence Gold See where they come we wil behold his death Luc. Kneele to the Duke before he passe the Abbey Enter the Duke of Ephesus and the Merchant of Siracuse bare head with the Headsman other Officers Duke Yet once againe proclaime it publikely If any friend will pay the summe for him He shall not die so much we tender him Adr. Iustice most sacred Duke against the Abbesse Duke She is a vertuous and a reuerend Lady It cannot be that she hath done thee wrong Adr. May it please your Grace Antipholus my husbaÌ„d Who I made Lord of me and all I had At your important Letters this ill day A most outragious fit of madnesse tooke him That desp'rately he hurried through the streete With him his bondman all as mad as he Doing displeasure to the Citizens By rushing in their houses bearing thence Rings Iewels any thing his rage did like Once did I get him bound and sent him home Whil'st to take order for the wrongs I went That heere and there his furie had committed Anon I wot not by what strong escape He broke from those that had the guard of him And with his mad attendant and himselfe Each one with irefull passion with drawne swords Met vs againe and madly bent on vs Chac'd vs away till raising of more aide We came againe to binde them then they fled Into this Abbey whether we pursu'd them And heere the Abbesse shuts the gates on vs And will not suffer vs to fetch him out Nor send him forth that we may beare him hence Therefore most gracious Duke with thy command Let him be brought forth and borne hence for helpe Duke Long since thy husband seru'd me in my wars And I to thee ingag'd a Princes word When thou didst make him Master of thy bed To do him all the grace and good I could Go some of you knocke at the Abbey gate And bid the Lady Abbesse come to me I will determine this before I stirre Enter a Messenger Oh Mistris Mistris shift and saue your selfe My Master and his man are both broke loose Beaten the Maids a-row and bound the Doctor Whose beard they haue sindg'd off with brands of fire And euer as it blaz'd they threw on him Great pailes of puddled myre to quench the haire My M r preaches patience to him and the while His man with Cizers nickes him like a foole And sure vnlesse you send some present helpe Betweene them they will kill the Coniurer Adr. Peace foole thy Master and his man are here And that is false thou dost report to vs. Mess Mistris vpon my life I tel you true I haue not breath'd almost since I did see it He cries for you and vowes if he can take you To scorch your face and to disfigure you Cry within Harke harke I heare him Mistris flie be gone Duke Come stand by me feare nothing guard with Halberds Adr. Ay me it is my husband witnesse you That he is borne about inuisible Euen now we hous'd him in the Abbey heere And now he 's there past thought of humane reason Enter Antipholus and E. Dromio of Ephesus E. Ant. Iustice most gracious Duke oh grant me iustice Euen for the seruice that long since I did thee When I beâ—rid thee in the warres and tooke Deepe scarres to saue thy life euen for the blood That then I lost for thee now grant me iustice Mar. Fat Vnlesse the feare of death doth make me dore I see my sonne Antipholus and Dromio E. Ant. Iustice sweet Prince against y t Woman there She whom thou gau'st to me to be my wife That hath abused and dishonored me Euen in the strength and height of iniurie Beyond imagination is the wrong That she this day hath shamelesse throwne on me Duke Discouer how and thou shalt finde me iust E. Ant. This day great Duke she shut the doores vpon me While she with Harlots feasted in my house Duke A greeuous fault say woman didst thou so Adr. No my good Lord. My selfe he and my sister To day did dine together so befall my soule As this is false he burthens me withall Luc. Nere may I looke on day nor sleepe on night But she tels to your Highnesse simple truth Gold O periur'd woman They are both forsworne In this the Madman iustly chargeth them E. Ant. My Liege I am aduised what I say Neither disturbed with the effect of Wine Nor headie-rash prouoak'd with raging ire Albeit my wrongs might make one wiser mad This woman lock'd me out this day from dinner That Goldsmith there were he not pack'd with her Could witnesse it for he was with me then Who parted with me to go fetch a Chaine Promising to bring it to the Porpentine Where Balthasar and I did dine together Our dinner done and he not comming thither I went to seeke him In the street I met him And in his companie that Gentleman There did this periur'd Goldsmith sweare me downe That I this day of him receiu'd the Chaine Which God he knowes I saw not For the which He did arrest me with an Officer I did obey and sent my Pesant home For certaine Duckets he with none return'd Then fairely I bespoke the Officer To go in person with me to my house By ' th ' way we met my wife her sister and a rabble more Of vilde Confederates Along with them They brought one Pinch a hungry leane-fac'd Villaine A meere Anatomie a Mountebanke A thred-bare Iugler and a Fortune-teller A needy-hollow-ey'd-sharpe-looking-wretch A liuing dead man This pernicious slaue Forsooth tooke on him as a Coniurer And gazing in mine eyes feeling my pulse And with no-face as 't were out-facing me Cries out I was possest Then altogether They fell vpon me bound me bore me thence And in a darke and dankish vault at home There left me and my man both bound together Till gnawing with my teeth my bonds in sunder
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
signe of she Now to our periurie to adde more terror We are againe forsworne in will and error Much vpon this t is and might not you Forestall our sport to make vs thus vntrue Do not you know my Ladies foot by ' th squier And laugh vpon the apple of her eie And stand betweene her backe sir and the fire Holding a trencher iesting merrilie You put our Page out go you are alowd Die when you will a smocke shall be your shrowd You leere vpon me do you There 's an eie Wounds like a Leaden sword Boy Full merrily hath this braue manager this carreere bene run Ber. Loe he is tilting straight Peace I haue don Enter Clowne Welcome pure wit thou part'st a faire fray Clo. O Lord sir they would kno Whether the three worthies shall come in or no. Ber. What are there but three Clo. No sir but it is varâ— fine For euerie one pursents three Ber. And three times thrice is nine Clo. Not so sir vnder correction sir I hope it is not so You cannot beg vs sir I can assure you sir we know what we know I hope sir three times thrice sir Ber. Is not nine Clo. Vnder correction sir wee know where-vntill it doth amount Ber. By Ioue I alwaies tooke three threes for nine Clow. O Lord sir it were pittie you should get your liuing by reckning sir Ber. How much is it Clo. O Lord sir the parties themselues the actors sir will shew where-vntill it doth amount for mine owne part I am as they say but to perfect one man in one poore man Pompion the great sir Ber. Art thou one of the Worthies Clo. It pleased them to thinke me worthie of Pompey the great for mine owne part I know not the degree of the Worthie but I am to stand for him Ber. Go bid them prepare Exit Clo. We will turne it finely off sir we wil take some care King Berowne they will shame vs Let them not approach Ber. We are shame-proofe my Lord and 't is some policie to haue one shew worse then the Kings and his companie Kin. I say they shall not come Qu. Nay my good Lord let me ore-rule you now That sport best pleases that doth least know how Where Zeale striues to content and the contents Dies in the Zeale of that which it presents Their forme confounded makes most forme in mirth When great things labouring perish in their birth Ber. A right description of our sport my Lord. Enter Braggart Brag. Annointed I implore so much expence of thy royall sweet breath as will vtter a brace of words Qu. Doth this man serue God Ber. Why aske you Qu. He speak's not like a man of God's making Brag. That 's all one my faire sweet honie Monarch For I protest the Schoolmaster is exceeding fantasticall Too too vain too too vaine But we wil put it as they say to Fortuna delaguar I wish you the peace of minde most royall cupplement King Here is like to be a good presence of Worthies He presents Hector of Troy the Swaine Pompey y e great the Parish Curate Alexander Armadoes Page Hercules the Pedant Iudas Machabeus And if these foure Worthies in their first shew thriue these foure will change habites and present the other fiue Ber. There is fiue in the first shew Kin. You are deceiued t is not so Ber. The Pedant the Braggart the Hedge-Priest the Foole and the Boy Abate throw at Novum and the whole world againe Cannot pricke out fiue such take each one in 's vaine Kin. The ship is vnder saile and here she coms amain Enter Pompey Clo. I Pompey am Ber. You lie you are not he Clo. I Pompey am Boy With Libbards head on knee Ber. Well said old mocker I must needs be friends with thee Clo. I Pompey am Pompey surnam'd the big Du. The great Clo. It is great sir Pompey surnam'd the great That oft in field with Targe and Shield did make my foe to sweat And trauailing along this coast I heere am come by chance And lay my Armes before the legs of this sweet Lasse of France If your Ladiship would say thankes Pompey I had done La. Great thankes great Pompey Clo. T is not so much worth but I hope I was perfect I made a little fault in great Ber. My hat to a halfe-penie Pompey prooues the best Worthie Enter Curate for Alexander Curat When in the world I liu'd I was the worldes Commander By East West North South I spred my conquering might My Scutcheon plaine declares that I am Alisander Boiet Your nose saies no you are not For it stands too right Ber. Your nose smels no in this most tender smelling Knight Qu. The Conqueror is dismaid Proceede good Alexander Cur. When in the world I liued I was the worldes Commander Boiet Most true 't is right you were so Alisander Ber. Pompey the great Clo. your seruant and Costard Ber. Take away the Conqueror take away Alisander Clo. O sir you haue ouerthrowne Alisander the conqueror you will be scrap'd out of the painted cloth for this your Lion that holds his Pollax sitting on a close stoole will be giuen to Aiax He will be the ninth worthie A Conqueror and affraid to speake Runne away for shame Alisander There an 't shall please you a foolish milde man an honest man looke you soon dasht He is a maruellous good neighbour insooth and a verie good Bowler but for Alisander alas you see how 't is a little ore-parted But there are Worthies a comming will speake their minde in some other sort Exit Cu. Qu. Stand aside good Pompey Enter Pedant for Iudas and the Boy for Hercules Ped. Great Hercules is presented by this Impe Whose Club kil'd Cerberus that three-headed Canus And when he was a babe a childe a shrimpe Thus did he strangle Serpents in his Manus Quoniam he seemeth in minoritie Ergo I come with this Apologie Keepe some state in thy exit and vanish Exit Boy Ped. Iudas I am Dum. A Iudas Ped. Not Iscariot sir Iudas I am ycliped Machabeus Dum. Iudas Machabeus clipt is plaine Iudas Ber. A kissing traitor How art thou prou'd Iudas Ped. Iudas I am Dum. The more shame for you Iudas Ped. What meane you sir Boi To make Iudas hang himselfe Ped. Begin sir you are my elder Ber. Well follow'd Iudas was hang'd on an Elder Ped. I will not be put out of countenance Ber. Because thou hast no face Ped. What is this Boi A Citterne head Dum. The head of a bodkin Ber. A deaths face in a ring Lon. The face of an old Roman coine scarce seene Boi The pummell of Caesars Faulchion Dum. The caru'd-bone face on a Flaske Ber. S. Georges halfe cheeke in a brooch Dum. I and in a brooch of Lead Ber. I and worne in the cap of a Tooth-drawer And now forward for we haue put thee in countenance Ped. You haue put me out of countenance Ber. False we haue giuen thee faces Ped. But
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
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
my Vertue be his Vices bawd And he shall spend mine Honour with his Shame As thriftlesse Sonnes their scraping Fathers Gold Mine honor liues when his dishonor dies Or my sham'd life in his dishonor lies Thou kill'st me in his life giuing him breath The Traitor liues the true man 's put to death Dutchesse within Dut. What hoa my Liege for heauens sake let me in Bul. What shrill-voic'd Suppliant makes this eager cry Dut. A woman and thine Aunt great King 't is I. Speake with me pitty me open the dore A Begger begs that neuer begg'd before Bul. Our Scene is alter'd from a serious thing And now chang'd to the Begger and the King My dangerous Cosin let your Mother in I know she 's come to pray for your foule sin Yorke If thou do pardon whosoeuer pray More sinnes for this forgiuenesse prosper may This fester'd ioynt cut off the rest rests sound This let alone will all the rest confound Enter Dutchesse Dut. O King beleeue not this hard-hearted man Loue louing not it selfe none other can Yor. Thou franticke woman what dost y u make here Shall thy old dugges once more a Traitor reare Dut. Sweet Yorke be patient heare me gentle Liege Bul. Rise vp good Aunt Dut. Not yet I thee beseech For euer will I kneele vpon my knees And neuer see day that the happy sees Till thou giue ioy vntill thou bid me ioy By pardoning Rutland my transgressing Boy Aum. Vnto my mothers prayres I bend my knee Yorke Against them both my true ioynts bended be Dut. Pleades he in earnest Looke vpon his Face His eyes do drop no teares his prayres are in iest His words come from his mouth ours from our brest He prayes but faintly and would be denide We pray with heart and soule and all beside His weary ioynts would gladly rise I know Our knees shall kneele till to the ground they grow His prayers are full of false hypocrisie Ours of true zeale and deepe integritie Our prayers do out-pray his then let them haue That mercy which true prayers ought to haue Bul. Good Aunt stand vp Dut. Nay do not say stand vp But Pardon first and afterwards stand vp And if I were thy Nurse thy tongue to teach Pardon should be the first word of thy speach I neuer long'd to heare a word till now Say Pardon King let pitty teach thee how The word is short but not so short as sweet No word like Pardon for Kings mouth 's so meet Yorke Speake it in French King say Pardon'ne moy Dut. Dost thou teach pardon Pardon to destroy Ah my sowre husband my hard-hearted Lord That set's the word it selfe against the word Speake Pardon as 't is currant in our Land The chopping French we do not vnderstand Thine eye begins to speake set thy tongue there Or in thy pitteous heart plant thou thine eare That hearing how our plaints and prayres do pearce Pitty may moue thee Pardon to rehearse Bul. Good Aunt stand vp Dut. I do not sue to stand Pardon is all the suite I haue in hand Bul. I pardon him as heauen shall pardon mee Dut. O happy vantage of a kneeling knee Yet am I sicke 〈◊〉 feare Speake it againe Twice saying Pardon doth not pardon twaine But makes one pardon strong Bul. I pardon him with all my hart Dut. A God on earth thou art Bul. But for our trusty brother-in-Law the Abbot With all the rest of that consorted crew Destruction straight shall dogge them at the heeles Good Vnckle helpe to order seuerall powres To Oxford or where ere these Traitors are They shall not liue within this world I sweare But I will haue them if I once know where Vnckle farewell and Cosin adieu Your mother well hath praid and proue you true Dut. Come my old son I pray heauen make thee new Exeunt Enter Exton and Seruants Ext. Didst thou not marke the King what words hee spake Haue I no friend will rid me of this liuing feare Was it not so Ser. Those were his very words Ex. Haue I no Friend quoth he he spake it twice And vrg'd it twice together did he not Ser. He did Ex. And speaking it he wistly look'd on me As who should say I would thou wer't the man That would diuorce this terror from my heart Meaning the King at Pomfret Come let 's goe I am the Kings Friend and will rid his Foe Exit Scaena Quarta Enter Richard Rich. I haue bin studying how to compare This Prison where I liue vnto the World And for because the world is populous And heere is not a Creature but my selfe I cannot do it yet I le hammer't out My Braine I le proue the Female to my Soule My Soule the Father and these two beget A generation of still breeding Thoughts And these same Thoughts people this Little World In humors like the people of this world For no thought is contented The better sort As thoughts of things Diuine are intermixt With scruples and do set the Faith it selfe Against the Faith as thus Come litle ones then again It is as hard to come as for a Camell To thred the posterne of a Needles eye Thoughts tending to Ambition they do plot Vnlikely wonders how these vaine weake nailes May teare a passage through the Flinty ribbes Of this hard world my ragged prison walles And for they cannot dye in their owne pride Thoughts tending to Content flatter themselues That they are not the first of Fortunes slaues Nor shall not be the last Like silly Beggars Who sitting in the Stockes refuge their shame That many haue and others must sit there And in this Thought they finde a kind of ease Bearing their owne misfortune on the backe Of such as haue before indur'd the like Thus play I in one Prison many people And none contented Sometimes am I King Then Treason makes me wish my selfe a Beggar And so I am Then crushing penurie Perswades me I was better when a King Then am I king'd againe and by and by Thinke that I am vn-king'd by Bullingbrooke And straight am nothing But what ere I am Musick Nor I nor any man that but man is With nothing shall be pleas'd till he be eas'd With being nothing Musicke do I heare Ha ha keepe time How sowre sweet Musicke is When Time is broke and no Proportion kept So is it in the Musicke of mens liues And heere haue I the daintinesse of eare To heare time broke in a disorder'd string But for the Concord of my State and Time Had not an eare to heare my true Time broke I wasted Time and now doth Time waste me For now hath Time made me his numbring clocke My Thoughts are minutes and with Sighes they iarre Their watches on vnto mine eyes the outward Watch Whereto my finger like a Dialls point Is pointing still in cleansing them from teares Now sir the sound that tels what houre it is Are clamorous groanes that strike vpon my heart Which is the
bell so Sighes and Teares and Grones Shew Minutes Houres and Times but my Time Râ—ns poasting on in Bullingbrookes proud ioy While I stand fooling heere his iacke o' th' Clocke This Musicke mads me let it sound no more For though it haue holpe madmen to their wits In me it seemes it will make wise-men mad Yet blessing on his heart that giues it me For 't is a signe of loue and loue to Richard Is a strange Brooch in this all-hating world Enter Groome Groo. Haile Royall Prince Rich. Thankes Noble Peere The cheapest of vs is ten groates too deere What art thou And how com'st thou hither Where no man euer comes but that sad dogge That brings me food to make misfortune liue Groo. I was a poore Groome of thy Stable King When thou wer 't King who trauelling towards Yorke With much adoo at length haue gotten leaue To looke vpon my sometimes Royall masters face O how it yern'd my heart when I beheld In London streets that Coronation day When Bullingbrooke rode on Roane Barbary That horse that thou so often hast bestrid That horse that I so carefully haue drest Rich. Rode he on Barbary Tell me gentle Friend How went he vnder him Groo. So proudly as if he had disdain'd the ground Rich. So proud that Bullingbrooke was on his backe That Iade hath eate bread from my Royall hand This hand hath made him proud with clapping him Would he not stumble Would he not fall downe Since Pride must haue a fall and breake the necke Of that proud man that did vsurpe his backe Forgiuenesse horse Why do I raile on thee Since thou created to be aw'd by man Was 't borne to beare I was not made a horse And yet I beare a burthen like an Asse Spur-gall'd and tyrd by laâ—ntiâ—g Bullingbrooke Enter Keeper with a Dish Keep Fellow giue place heere is 〈◊〉 â—nger â—y Rich. If â—hou loue me 〈◊〉 thou with away Groo. What thy tongue daâ—s not that my heart shall say Exit Keep My Lord will please you to fall too Rich. Taste of it first as thou wer 't wont to doo Keep My Lord I dare not Sir Pierce of Exton Who lately came from th' King commands the contrary Rich. The diuell take Henrie of Lancaster and thee Patience is stale and I am weary of it Keep Helpe helpe helpe Enter Exton and Seruants Ri. How now what meanes Death in this rude assalt Villaine thine owne hand yeelds thy deaths instrument Go thou and fill another roome in hell Exton strikes him downe That hand shall burne in neuer-quenching fire That staggers thus my person Exton thy fierce hand Hath with the Kings blood stain'd the Kings own land Mount mount my soule thy seate is vp on high Whil'st my grosse flesh sinkes downward heere to dye Exton As full of Valor as of Royall blood Both haue I spilt Oh would the deed were good For now the diuell that told me I did well Sayes that this deede is chronicled in hell This dead King to the liuing King I le beare Take hence the rest and giue them buriall heere Exit Scoena Quinta Flourish Enter Bullingbrooke Yorke with other Lords attendants Bul. Kinde Vnkle Yorke the latest newes we heare Is that the Rebels haue consum'd with fire Our Towne of Ciceter in Gloucestershire But whether they be tane or slaine we heare not Enter Northumberland Welcome my Lord What is the newes Nor. First to thy Sacred State wish I all happinesse The next newes is I haue to London sent The heads of Salsbury Spencer Blunt and Kent The manner of their taking may appeare At large discoursed in this paper heere Bul. We thank thee gentle Percy for thy paines And to thy worth will adde right worthy gaines Enter Fitzwaters Fitz. My Lord I haue from Oxford sent to London The heads of Broccas and Sir Bennet Seely Two of the dangerous consorted Traitors That sought at Oxford thy dire ouerthrow Bul. Thy paines Fitzwaters shall not be forgot Right Noble is thy merit well I wot Enter Percy and Carlile Per. The grand Conspirator Abbot of Westminster With clog of Conscience and sowre Melancholly Hath yeelded vp his body to the graue But heere is Carlile liuing to abide Thy Kingly doome and sentence of his pride Bul. Carlile this is your doome Choose out some secret place some reuerend roome More then thou hast and with it ioy thy life So as thou liu'st in peace dye free from strife For though mine enemy thou hast euer beene High sparkes of Honor in thee haue I seene Enter Exton with a Coffin Exton Great King within this Coffin I present Thy buried feare Heerein all breathlesse lies The mightiest of thy greatest enemies Richard of Burdeaux by me hither brought Bul. Exton I thanke thee not for thou hast wrought A deede of Slaughter with thy fatall hand Vpon my head and all this famous Land Ex. From your owne mouth my Lord did I this deed Bul. They loue not poyson that do poyson neede Nor do I thee though I did wish him dead I hate the Murtherer loue him murthered The guilt of conscience take thou for thy labour But neither my good word nor Princely fauour With Caine go wander through the shade of night And neuer shew thy head by day nor light Lords I protest my soule is full of woe That blood should sprinkle me to make me grow Come mourne with me for that I do lament And put on sullen Blacke incontinent I le make a voyage to the Holy-land To wash this blood off from my guilty hand March sadly after grace my mourning heere In weeping after this vntimely Beere Exeunt FINIS The First Part of Henry the Fourth with the Life and Death of HENRY Sirnamed HOT-SPVRRE Actus Primus Scoena Prima Enter the King Lord Iohn of Lancaster Earle of Westmerland with others King SO shaken as we are so wan with care Finde we a time for frighted Peace to pant And breath shortwinded accents of new broils To be commenc'd in Stronds a-farre remote No more the thirsty entrance of this Soile Shall daube her lippes with her owne childrens blood No more shall trenching Warre channell her fields Nor bruise her Flowrets with the Armed hoofes Of hostile paces Those opposed eyes Which like the Meteors of a troubled Heauen All of one Nature of one Substance bred Did lately meete in the intestine shocke And furious cloze of ciuill Butchery Shall now in mutuall well-beseeming rankes March all one way and be no more oppos'd Against Acquaintance Kindred and Allies The edge of Warre like an ill-sheathed knife No more shall cut his Master Therefore Friends As farre as to the Sepulcher of Christ Whose Souldier now vnder whose blessed Crosse We are impressed and ingag'd to fight Forthwith a power of English shall we leuie Whose armes were moulded in their Mothers wombe To chace these Pagans in those holy Fields Ouer whose Acres walk'd those blessed feete Which fourteene hundred yeares ago
As that vngentle gull the Cuckowes Bird Vseth the Sparrow did oppresse our Nest Grew by our Feeding to so great a bulke That euen our Loue durst not come neere your sight For feare of swallowing But with nimble wing We were inforc'd for safety sake to flye Out of your sight and raise this present Head Whereby we stand opposed by such meanes As you your selfe haue forg'd against your selfe By vnkinde vsage dangerous countenance And violation of all faith and troth Sworne to vs in yonger enterprize Kin. These things indeede you haue articulated Proclaim'd at Market Crosses read in Churches To face the Garment of Rebellion With some fine colour that may please the eye Of fickle Changelings and poore Discontents Which gape and rub the Elbow at the newes Of hurly burly Innouation And neuer yet did Insurrection want Such water-colours to impaint his cause Nor moody Beggars staruing for a time Of pell-mell hauocke and confusion Prin. In both our Armies there is many a soule Shall pay full dearely for this encounter If once they ioyne in triall Tell your Nephew The Prince of Wales doth ioyne with all the world In praise of Henry Percie By my Hopes This present enterprize set off his head I do not thinke a brauer Gentleman More actiue valiant or more valiant yong More daring or more bold is now aliue To grace this latter Age with Noble deeds For my part I may speake it to my shame I haue a Truant beene to Chiualry And so I heare he doth account me too Yet this before my Fathers Maiesty I am content that he shall take the oddes Of his great name and estimation And will to saue the blood on either side Try fortune with him in a Single Fight King And Prince of Wales so dare we venter thee Albeit considerations infinite Do make against it No good Worster no We loue our people well euen those we loue That are â—sled vpon your Cousins part And will they take the offer of our Grace Both he and they and you yea euery man Shall be my Friend againe and I le be his So tell your Cousin and bring me word What he will do But if he will not yeeld Rebuke and dread correction waite on vs And they shall do their Office So bee gone We will not now be troubled with reply We offer faire take it aduisedly Exit Worcester Prin. It will not be accepted on my life The Dowglas and the Hotspurre both together Are confident against the world in Armes King Hence therefore euery Leader to his charge For on their answer will we set on them And God befriend vs as our cause is iust Exeunt Manet Prince and Falstaffe Fal. Hal if thou see me downe in the battell And bestride me so 't is a point of friendship Prin. Nothing but a Colossus can do thee that frendship Say thy prayers and farewell Fal. I would it were bed time Hal and all well Prin. Why thou ow'st heauen a death Falst 'T is not due yet I would bee loath to pay him before his day What neede I bee so forward with him that call's not on me Well 't is no matter Honor prickes me on But how if Honour pricke me off when I come on How then Can Honour set too a legge No or an arme No Or take away the greefe of a wound No. Honour hath no skill in Surgerie then No. What is Honour A word What is that word Honour Ayre A trim reckoning Who hath it He that dy'de a Wednesday Doth he feele it No. Doth hee heare it No. Is it insensible then yea to the dead But wil it not liue with the liuing No. Why Detraction wil not suffer it therfore I le none of it Honour is a meere Scutcheon and so ends my Catechisme Exit Scena Secunda Enter Worcester and Sir Richard Vernon Wor. O no my Nephew must not know Sir Richard The liberall kinde offer of the King Ver. 'T were best he did Wor. Then we are all vndone It is not possible it cannot be The King would keepe his word in louing vs He will suspect vs still and finde a time To punish this offence in others faults Supposition all our liues shall be stucke full of eyes For Treason is but trusted like the Foxe Who ne're so tame so cherisht and lock'd vp Will haue a wilde tricke of his Ancestors Looke how he can or sad or merrily Interpretation will misquote our lookes And we shall feede like Oxen at a stall The better cherisht still the nearer death My Nephewes trespasse may be well forgot It hath the excuse of youth and heate of blood And an adopted name of Priuiledge A haire-brain'd Hotspurre gouern'd by a Spleene All his offences liue vpon my head And on his Fathers We did traine him on And his corruption being tane from vs We as the Spring of all shall pay for all Therefore good Cousin let not Harry know In any case the offer of the King Ver. Deliuer what you will I le say 't is so Heere comes your Cosin Enter Hotspurre Hot. My Vnkle is return'd Deliuer vp my Lord of Westmerland Vnkle what newe Wor. The King will bid you battell presently Dow. Defie him by the Lord of Westmerland Hot. Lord Dowglas Go you and tell him so Dow. Marry and shall and verie willingly Exit Dowglas Wor. There is no seeming mercy in the King Hot. Did you begge any God forbid Wor. I told him gently of our greeuances Of his Oath-breaking which he mended thus By now forswearing that he is forsworne He cals vs Rebels Traitors and will scourge With haughty armes this hatefull name in vs. Enter Dowglas Dow. Arme Gentlemen to Armes for I haue thrown A braue defiance in King Henries teeth And Westmerland that was ingag'd did beare it Which cannot choose but bring him quickly on Wor. The Prince of Wales stept forth before the king And Nephew challeng'd you to single fight Hot. O would the quarrell lay vpon our heads And that no man might draw short breath to day But I and Harry Monmouth Tell me tell mee How shew'd his Talking Seem'd it in contempt Ver. No by my Soule I neuer in my life Did heare a Challenge vrg'd more modestly Vnlesse a Brother should a Brother dare To gentle exercise and proofe of Armes He gaue you all the Duties of a Man Trimm'd vp your praises with a Princely tongue Spoke your deseruings like a Chronicle Making you euer better then his praise By still dispraising praise valew'd with you And which became him like a Prince indeed He made a blushing citall of himselfe And chid his Trewant youth with such a Grace As if he mastred there a double spirit Of teaching and of learning instantly There did he pause But let me tell the World If he out-liue the enuie of this day England did neuer owe so sweet a hope So much misconstrued in his Wantonnesse Hot. Cousin I thinke thou art enamored On his Follies neuer did I
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
it out With Riuers Vaughan Grey and so 't will doe With some men else that thinke themselues as safe As thou and I who as thou know'st are deare To Princely Richard and to Buckingham Cates. The Princes both make high account of you For they account his Head vpon the Bridge Hast I know they doe and I haue well deseru'd it Enter Lord Stanley Come on come on where is your Bore-speare man Feare you the Bore and goe so vnprouided Stan. My Lord good morrow good morrow Catesby You may ieast on but by the holy Rood I doe not like these seuerall Councels I. Hast My Lord I hold my Life as deare as yours And neuer in my dayes I doe protest Was it so precious to me as 't is now Thinke you but that I know our state secure I would be so triumphant as I am Sta. The Lords at Pomfret whē they rode from London Were iocund and suppos'd their states were sure And they indeed had no cause to mistrust But yet you see how soone the Day o're-cast This sudden stab of Rancour I misdoubt Pray God I say I proue a needlesse Coward What shall we toward the Tower the day is spent Hast Come come haue with you Wot you what my Lord To day the Lords you talke of are beheaded Sta. They for their truth might better wear their Heads Then some that haue accus'd them weare their Hats But come my Lord let 's away Enter a Pursuiuant Hast Goe on before I le talke with this good fellow Exit Lord Stanley and Catesby How now Sirrha how goes the World with thee Purs The better that your Lordship please to aske Hast I tell thee man 't is better with me now Then when thou met'st me last where now we meet Then was I going Prisoner to the Tower By the suggestion of the Queenes Allyes But now I tell thee keepe it to thy selfe This day those Enemies are put to death And I in better state then ere I was Purs God hold it to your Honors good content Hast Gramercie fellow there drinke that for me Throwes him his Purse Purs I thanke your Honor. Exit Pursuiuant Enter a Priest Priest Well met my Lord I am glad to see your Honor Hast. I thanke thee good Sir Iohn with all my heart I am in your debt for your last Exercise Come the next Sabboth and I will content you Priest I le wait vpon your Lordship Enter Buckingham Buc. What talking with a Priest Lord Chamberlaine Your friends at Pomfret they doe need the Priest Your Honor hath no shriuing worke in hand Hast Good faith and when I met this holy man The men you talke of came into my minde What goe you toward the Tower Buc. I doe my Lord but long I cannot stay there I shall returne before your Lordship thence Hast Nay like enough for I stay Dinner there Buc. And Supper too although thou know'st it not Come will you goe Hast I le wait vpon your Lordship Exeunt Scena Tertia Enter Sir Richard Ratcliffe with Halberds carrying the Nobles to death at Pomfret Riuers Sir Richard Ratcliffe let me tell thee this To day shalt thou behold a Subiect die For Truth for Dutie and for Loyaltie Grey God blesse the Prince from all the Pack of you A Knot you are of damned Blood-suckers Vaugh You liue that shall cry woe for this heereafter Rat. Dispatch the limit of your Liues is out Riuers O Pomfret Pomfret O thou bloody Prison Fatall and ominous to Noble Peeres Within the guiltie Closure of thy Walls Richard the Second here was hackt to death And for more slander to thy dismall Seat Wee giue to thee our guiltlesse blood to drinke Grey Now Margarets Curse is falne vpon our Heads When shee exclaim'd on Hastings you and I For standing by when Richard stab'd her Sonne Riuers Then curs'd shee Richard Then curs'd shee Buckingham Then curs'd shee Hastings Oh remember God To heare her prayer for them as now for vs And for my Sister and her Princely Sonnes Be satisfy'd deare God with our true blood Which as thou know'st vniustly must be spilt Rat. Make haste the houre of death is expiate Riuers Come Grey come Vaughan let vs here embrace Farewell vntill we meet againe in Heauen Exeunt Scaena Quarta Enter Buckingham Darby Hastings Bishop of Ely Norfolke Ratcliffe Louell with others at a Table Hast Now Noble Peeres the cause why we are met Is to determine of the Coronation In Gods Name speake when is the Royall day Buck. Is all things ready for the Royall time Darb. It is and wants but nomination Ely To morrow then I iudge a happie day Buck. Who knowes the Lord Protectors mind herein Who is most inward with the Noble Duke Ely Your Grace we thinke should soonest know his minde Buck. We know each others Faces for our Hearts He knowes no more of mine then I of yours Or I of his my Lord then you of mine Lord Hastings you and he are neere in loue Hast I thanke his Grace I know he loues me well But for his purpose in the Coronation I haue not sounded him nor he deliuer'd His gracious pleasure any way therein But you my Honorable Lords may name the time And in the Dukes behalfe I le giue my Voice Which I presume hee 'le take in gentle part Enter Gloucester Ely In happie time here comes the Duke himselfe Rich. My Noble Lords and Cousins all good morrow I haue beene long a sleeper but I trust My absence doth neglect no great designe Which by my presence might haue beene concluded Buck. Had you not come vpon your O my Lord William Lord Hastings had pronounc'd your part I meane your Voice for Crowning of the King Rich. Then my Lord Hastings no man might be bolder His Lordship knowes me well and loues me well My Lord of Ely when I was last in Holborne I saw good Strawberries in your Garden there I doe beseech you send for some of them Ely Mary and will my Lord with all my heart Exit Bishop Rich. Cousin of Buckingham a word with you Catesby hath sounded Hastings in our businesse And findes the testie Gentleman so hot That he will lose his Head ere giue consent His Masters Child as worshipfully he tearmes it Shall lose the Royaltie of Englands Throne Buck. Withdraw your selfe a while I le goe with you Exeunt Darb. We haue not yet set downe this day of Triumph To morrow in my iudgement is too sudden For I my selfe am not so well prouided As else I would be were the day prolong'd Enter the Bishop of Ely Ely Where is my Lord the Duke of Gloster I haue sent for these Strawberries Ha. His Grace looks chearfully smooth this morning There 's some conceit or other likes him well When that he bids good morrow with such spirit I thinke there 's neuer a man in Christendome Can lesser hide his loue or hate then hee For by his Face straight shall
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
that the Spoile got on the Aâ—tiats Was ne're distributed What will he come Enter an Edile Edile Hee 's comming Bru. How accompanied Edile With old Menenius and those Senators That alwayes fauour'd him Sicin Haue you a Catalogue Of all the Voices that we haue procur'd set downe by ' th Pole Edile I haue 't is ready Sicin Haue you collected them by Tribes Edile I haue Sicin Assemble presently the people hither And when they heare me say it shall be so I' th' right and strength a' th' Commons be it either For death for fine or Banishment then let them If I say Fine cry Fine if Death cry Death Insisting on the olde prerogatiue And power i' th Truth a' th Cause Edile I shall informe them Bru. And when such time they haue begun to cry Let them not cease but with a dinne confus'd Inforce the present Execution Of what we chance to Sentence Edi. Very well Sicin Make them be strong and ready for this hint When we shall hap to giu 't them Bru. Go about it Put him to Choller straite he hath bene vs'd Euer to conquer and to haue his worth Of contradiction Being once chaft he cannot Be rein'd againe to Temperance then he speakes What 's in his heart and that is there which lookes With vs to breake his necke Enter Coriolanus Menenius and Cominius with others Sicin Well heere he comes Mene. Calmely I do beseech you Corio I as an Hostler that fourth poorest peece Will beare the Knaue by ' th Volume Th' honor'd Goddes Keepe Rome in safety and the Chaires of Iustice Supplied with worthy men plant loue amongs Through our large Temples with y e shewes of peace And not our streets with Warre 1 Sen. Amen Amen Mene. A Noble wish Enter the Edile with the Plebeians Sicin Draw neere ye people Edile List to your Tribunes Audience Peace I say Corio First heare me speake Both Tri. Well say Peace hoe Corio Shall I be charg'd no further then this present Must all determine heere Sicin I do demand If you submit you to the peoples voices Allow their Officers and are content To suffer lawfull Censure for such faults As shall be prou'd vpon you Corio I am Content Mene. Lo Citizens he sayes he is Content The warlike Seruice he ha's done consider Thinke Vpon the wounds his body beares which shew Like Graues i' th holy Church-yard Corio Scratches with Briars scarres to moue Laughter onely Mene. Consider further That when he speakes not like a Citizen You finde him like a Soldier do not take His rougher Actions for malicious sounds But as I say such as become a Soldier Rather then enuy you Com. Well well no more Corio What is the matter That being past for Consull with full voyce I am so dishonour'd that the very houre You take it off againe Sicin Answer to vs. Corio Say then 't is true I ought so Sicin We charge you that you haue contriu'd to take From Rome all season'd Office and to winde Your selfe into a power tyrannicall For which you are a Traitor to the people Corio How Traytor Mene. Nay temperately your promise Corio The fires i' th' lowest hell Fould in the people Call me their Traitor thou iniurious Tribune Within thine eyes sate twenty thousand deaths In thy hands clutcht as many Millions in Thy lying tongue both numbers I would say Thou lyest vnto thee with a voice as free As I do pray the Gods Sicin Marke you this people All. To ' th' Rocke to ' th' Rocke with him Sicin Peace We neede not put new matter to his charge What you haue seene him do and heard him speake Beating your Officers cursing your selues Opposing Lawes with stroakes and heere defying Those whose great power must try him Euen this so criminall and in such capitall kinde Deserues th' extreamest death Bru. But since he hath seru'd well for Rome Corio What do you prate of Seruice Brut. I talke of that that know it Corio You Mene. Is this the promise that you made your mother Com. Know I pray you Corio I le know no further Let them pronounce the steepe Tarpeian death Vagabond exile Fleaing pent to linger But with a graine a day I would not buy Their mercie at the price of one faire word Nor checke my Courage for what they can giue To haue 't with saying Good morrow Sicin For that he ha's As much as in him lies from time to time Enui'd against the people seeking meanes To plucke away their power as now at last Giuen Hostile strokes and that not in the presence Of dreaded Iustice but on the Ministers That doth distribute it In the name a' th' people And in the power of vs the Tribunes wee Eu'n from this instant banish him our Citie In perill of precipitation From off the Rocke Tarpeian neuer more To enter our Rome gates I' th' Peoples name I say it shall bee so All. It shall be so it shall be so let him away Hee 's banish'd and it shall be so Com. Heare me my Masters and my common friends Sicin He 's sentenc'd No more hearing Com. Let me speake I haue bene Consull and can shew from Rome Her Enemies markes vpon me I do loue My Countries good with a respect more tender More holy and profound then mine owne life My deere Wiues estimate her wombes encrease And treasure of my Loynes then if I would Speake that Sicin We know your drift Speake what Bru. There 's no more to be said but he is banish'd As Enemy to the people and his Countrey It shall bee so All. It shall be so it shall be so Corio You common cry of Curs whose breath I hate As reeke a' th' rotten Fennes whose Loues I prize As the dead Carkasses of vnburied men That do corrupt my Ayre I banish you And heere remaine with your vncertaintie Let euery feeble Rumor shake your hearts Your Enemies with nodding of their Plumes Fan you into dispaire Haue the power still To banish your Defenders till at length Your ignorance which findes not till it feeles Making but reseruation of your selues Still your owne Foes deliuer you As most abated Captiues to some Nation That wonne you without blowes despising For you the City Thus I turne my backe There is a world elsewhere Exeunt Coriolanus Cominius with Cumalijs They all shout and throw vp their Caps Edile The peoples Enemy is gone is gone All. Our enemy is banish'd he is gone Hoo oo Sicin Go see him out at Gates and follow him As he hath follow'd you with all despight Giue him deseru'd vexation Let a guard Attend vs through the City All. Come come le ts see him out at gates come The Gods preserue our Noble Tribunes come Exeunt Actus Quartus Enter Coriolanus Volumnia Virgilia Menenius Cominius with the yong Nobility of Rome Corio Come leaue your teares a brief farwel the beast With many heads butts me away Nay Mother Where is your ancient Courage You were vs'd
thou had'st beene poore Iohn Draw thy Toole here comes of the House of the Mountagues Enter two other Seruingmen Sam. My naked weapon is out quarrel I wil back thee Gre. How Turne thy backe and run Sam. Feare me not Gre. No marry I feare thee Sam. Let vs take the Law of our sides let them begin Gr. I wil frown as I passe by let thē take it as they list Sam. Nay as they dare I wil bite my Thumb at them which is a disgrace to them if they beare it Abra. Do you bite your Thumbe at vs sir Samp. I do bite my Thumbe sir Abra. Do you bite your Thumb at vs sir Sam. Is the Law of our side if I say I Gre. No. Sam No sir I do not bite my Thumbe at you sir but I bite my Thumbe sir Greg. Do you quarrell sir Abra. Quarrell sir no sir Sam. If you do sir I am for you I serue as good a man as you Abra. No better Samp. Well sir Enter Benuolio Gr. Say better here comes one of my masters kinsmen Samp. Yes better Abra. You Lye Samp. Draw if you be men Gregory remember thy washing blow They Fight Ben. Part Fooles put vp your Swords you know not what you do Enter Tibalt Tyb What art thou drawne among these heartlesse Hindes Turne thee Benuolio looke vpon thy death Ben. I do but keepe the peace put vp thy Sword Or manage it to part these men with me Tyb What draw and talke of peace I hate the word As I hate hell all Mountagues and thee Haue at thee Coward Fight Enter three or foure Citizens with Clubs Offi. Clubs Bils and Partisons strike beat them down Downe with the Capulets downe with the Mountagues Enter old Capulet in his Gowne and his wife Cap. What noise is this Giue me my long Sword ho. Wife A crutch a crutch why call you for a Sword Cap. My Sword I say Old Mountague is come And flourishes his Blade in spight of me Enter old Mountague his wife Moun. Thou villaine Capulet Hold me not let me go 2. Wife Thou shalt not stir a foote to seeke a Foe Enter Prince Eskalos with his Traine Prince Rebellious Subiects Enemies to peace Prophaners of this Neighbor-stained Steele Will they not heare What hoe you Men you Beasts That quench the fire of your pernitious Rage With purple Fountaines issuing from your Veines On paine of Torture from those bloody hands Throw your mistemper'd Weapons to the ground And heare the Sentence of your mooued Prince Three ciuill Broyles bred of an Ayery word By thee old Capulet and Mountague Haue thrice disturb'd the quiet of our streets And made Verona's ancient Citizens Cast by their Graue beseeming Ornaments To wield old Partizans in hands as old Cankred with peace to part your Cankred hate If euer you disturbe our streets againe Your liues shall pay the forfeit of the peace For this time all the rest depart away You Capulet shall goe along with me And Mountague come you this afternoone To know our Fathers pleasure in this case To old Free-towne our common iudgement place Once more on paine of death all men depart Exeunt Moun. Who set this auncient quarrell new abroach Speake Nephew were you by when it began Ben. Heere were the seruants of your aduersarie And yours close fighting ere I did approach I drew to part them in the instant came The fiery Tibalt with his sword prepar'd Which as he breath'd defiance to my eares He swong about his head and cut the windes Who nothing hurt withall hist him in scorne While we were enterchanging thrusts and blowes Came more and more and fought on part and part Till the Prince came who parted either part Wife O where is Romeo saw you him to day Right glad am I he was not at this fray Ben. Madam an houre before the worshipt Sun Peer'd forth the golden window of the East A troubled mind draue me to walke abroad Where vnderneath the groue of Sycamour That West-ward rooteth from this City side So earely walking did I see your Sonne Towards him I made but he was ware of me And stole into the couert of the wood I measuring his affections by my owne Which then most sought wher most might not be found Being one too many by my weary selfe Pursued my Honour not pursuing his And gladly shunn'd who gladly fled from me Mount Many a morning hath he there beene seene With teares augmenting the fresh mornings deaw Adding to cloudes more cloudes with his deepe sighes But all so soone as the all-cheering Sunne Should in the farthest East begin to draw The shadie Curtaines from Auroras bed Away from light-steales home my heauy Sonne And priuate in his Chamber pennes himselfe Shuts vp his windowes lockes faire day-light out And makes himselfe an artificiall night Blacke and portendous must this humour proue Vnlesse good counsell may the cause remoue Ben. My Noble Vncle doe you know the cause Moun. I neither know it nor can learne of him Ben. Haue you importun'd him by any meanes Moun. Both by my selfe and many others Friends But he his owne affections counseller Is to himselfe I will not say how true But to himselfe so secret and so close So farre from sounding and discouery As is the bud bit with an enuious worme Ere he can spread his sweete leaues to the ayre Or dedicate his beauty to the same Could we but learne from whence his sorrowes grow We would as willingly giue cure as know Enter Romeo Ben See where he comes so please you step aside I le know his greeuance or be much denide Moun. I would thou wert so happy by thy stay To heare true shrift Come Madam let 's away Exeunt Ben. Good morrow Cousin Rom. Is the day so young Ben. But new strooke nine Rom. Aye me sad houres seeme long Was that my Father that went henec so fast Ben. It was what sadnes lengthens Romeo's houres Ro. Not hauing that which hauing makes them short Ben. In loue Romeo Out Ben. Of loue Rom. Out of her fauour where I am in loue Ben. Alas that loue so gentle in his view Should be so tyrannous and rough in proofe Rom. Alas that loue whose view is muffled still Should without eyes see path-wayes to his will Where shall we dine O me what fray was heere Yet tell me not for I haue heard it all Heere 's much to do with hate but more with loue Why then O brawling loue O louing hate O any thing of nothing first created O heauie lightnesse serious vanity Mishapen Chaos of welseeing formes Feather of lead bright smoake cold fire sicke health Still waking sleepe that is not what it is This loue feele I that feele no loue in this Doest thou not laugh Ben. No Coze I rather weepe Rom. Good heart at what Ben. At thy good hearts oppression Rom. Why such is loues transgression Griefes of mine owne lie heauie in my breast Which thou wilt propagate to
that name shot from the dead leuell of a Gun Did murder her as that names cursed hand Murdred her kinsman Oh tell me Frier tell me In what vile part of this Anatomie Doth my name lodge Tell me that I may sacke The hatefull Mansion Fri. Hold thy desperate hand Art thou a man thy forme cries out thou art Thy teares are womanish thy wild acts denote The vnreasonable Furie of a beast Vnseemely woman in a seeming man And ill beseeming beast in seeming both Thou hast amaz'd me By my holy order I thought thy disposition better temper'd Hast thou slaine Tybalt wilt thou slay thy selfe And slay thy Lady that in thy life lies By doing damned hate vpon thy selfe Why rayl'st thou on thy birth the heauen and earth Since birth and heauen and earth all three do meete In thee at once which thou at once would'st loose Fie fie thou sham'st thy shape thy loue thy wit Which like a Vsurer abound'st in all And vsest none in that true vse indeed Which should bedecke thy shape thy loue thy wit Thy Noble shape is but a forme of waxe Digressing from the Valour of a man Thy deare Loue sworne but hollow periurie Killing that Loue which thou hast vow'd to cherish Thy wit that Ornament to shape and Loue Mishapen in the conduct of them both Like powder in a skillesse Souldiers flaske Is set a fire by thine owne ignorance And thou dismembred with thine owne defence What rowse thee man thy Iuliet is aliue For whose deare sake thou wast but lately dead There art thou happy Tybalt would kill thee But thou slew'st Tybalt there art thou happie The law that threatned death became thy Friend And turn'd it to exile there art thou happy A packe or blessing light vpon thy backe Happinesse Courts thee in her best array But like a mishaped and sullen wench Thou puttest vp thy Fortune and thy Loue Take heed take heed for such die miserable Goe get thee to thy Loue as was decreed Ascend her Chamber hence and comfort her But looke thou stay not till the watch be set For then thou canst not passe to Mantua Where thou shalt liue till we can finde a time To blaze your marriage reconcile your Friends Beg pardon of thy Prince and call thee backe With twenty hundred thousand times more ioy Then thou went'st forth in lamentation Goe before Nurse commend me to thy Lady And bid her hasten all the house to bed Which heauy sorrow makes them apt vnto Romeo is comming Nur. O Lord I could haue staid here all night To heare good counsell oh what learning is My Lord I le tell my Lady you will come Rom. Do so and bid my Sweete prepare to chide Nur. Heere sir a Ring she bid me giue you sir Hie you make hast for it growes very late Rom. How well my comfort is reuiu'd by this Fri. Go hence Goodnight and here stands all your state Either be gone before the watch be set Or by the breake of day disguis'd from hence Soiourne in Mantua I le find out your man And he shall signifie from time to time Euery good hap to you that chaunces heere Giue me thy hand 't is late farewell goodnight Rom. But that a ioy past ioy calls out on me It were a griefe so briefe to part with thee Farewell Exeunt Enter old Capulet his Wife and Paris Cap. Things haue falne ouâ— sir so vnluckily That we haue had no time to moue our Daughter Looke you she Lou'd her kinsman Tybalt dearely And so did I. Well we were borne to die 'T is very late she 'l not come downe to night I promise you but for your company I would haue bin a bed an houre ago Par. These times of wo affoord no times to wooe Madam goodnight commend me to your Daughter Lady I will and know her mind early to morrow To night she is mewed vp to her heauinesse Cap. Sir Paris I will make a desperate tender Of my Childes loue I thinke she will be rul'd In all respects by me nay more I doubt it not Wife go you to her ere you go to bed Acquaint her here of my Sonne Paris Loue And bid her marke you me on Wendsday next But soft what day is this Par. Monday my Lord. Cap. Monday ha ha well Wendsday is too soone A Thursday let it be a Thursday tell her She shall be married to this Noble Earle Will you be ready do you like this hast Wee le keepe no great adoe a Friend or two For harke you Tybalt being slaine so late It may be thought we held him carelesly Being our kinsman if we reuell much Therefore wee le haue some halfe a dozen Friends And there an end But what say you to Thursday Paris My Lord I would that Thursday were to morrow Cap. Well get you gone a Thursday be it then Go you to Iuliet ere you go to bed Prepare her wife against this wedding day Farewell my Lord light to my Chamber hoa Afore me it is so late that we may call ir early by and by Goodnight Exeunt Enter Romeo and Iuliet aloft Iul. Wilt thou be gone It is not yet neere day It was the Nightingale and not the Larke That pier'st the fearefull hollow of thine eare Nightly she sings on yond Pomgranet tree Beleeue me Loue it was the Nightingale Rom. It was the Larke the Herauld of the Morne No Nightingale looke Loue what enuious streakes Do lace the seuering Cloudes in yonder East Nights Candles are burnt out and Iocond day Stands tip to on the mistie Mountaines tops I must be gone and liue or stay and die Iul. Yond light is not daylight I know it I It is some Meteor that the Sun exhales To be to thee this night a Torch-bearer And light thee on thy way to Mantua Therefore stay yet thou need'st not to be gone Rom. Let me be tane let me be put to death I am content so thou wilt haue it so I le say you gray is not the mornings eye 'T is but the pale reflexe of Cinthias brow Nor that is not Larke whose noates do beate The vaulty heauen so high aboue our heads I haue more care to stay then will to go Come death and welcome Iuliet wills it so How i st my soule le ts talke it is not day Iuli. It is it is hie hence be gone away It is the Larke that sings so out of tune Straining harsh Discords and vnpleasing Sharpes Some say the Larke makes sweete Diuision This doth not so for she diuideth vs. Some say the Larke and loathed Toad change eyes O now I would they had chang'd voyces too Since arme from arme that voyce doth vs affray Hunting thee hence with Hunts-vp to the day O now be gone more light and it light growes Rom. More light light more darke darke our woes Enter Madam and Nurse Nur. Madam Iul. Nurse Nur. Your Lady Mother is comming to your chamber The day is broke be wary looke
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
together Murth It was so please your Highnesse Macb. Well then Now haue you consider'd of my speeches Know that it was he in the times past Which held you so vnder fortune Which you thought had been our innocent selfe This I made good to you in our last conference Past in probation with you How you were borne in hand how crost The Instruments who wrought with them And all things else that might To halfe a Soule and to a Notion craz'd Say Thus did Banquo 1. Murth You made it knowne to vs. Macb. I did so And went further which is now Our point of second meeting Doe you finde your patience so predominant In your nature that you can let this goe Are you so Gospell'd to pray for this good man And for his Issue whose heauie hand Hath bow'd you to the Graue and begger'd Yours for euer 1. Murth We are men my Liege Macb. I in the Catalogue ye goe for men As Hounds and Greyhounds Mungrels Spaniels Curres Showghes Water-Rugs and Demy-Wolues are clipt All by the Name of Dogges the valued file Distinguishes the swift the slow the subtle The House-keeper the Hunter euery one According to the gift which bounteous Nature Hath in him clos'd whereby he does receiue Particular addition from the Bill That writes them all alike and so of men Now if you haue a station in the file Not i' th' worst ranke of Manhood say 't And I will put that Businesse in your Bosomes Whose execution takes your Enemie off Grapples you to the heart and loue of vs Who weare our Health but sickly in his Life Which in his Death were perfect 2. Murth I am one my Liege Whom the vile Blowes and Buffets of the World Hath so incens'd that I am recklesse what I doe To spight the World 1. Murth And I another So wearie with Disasters tugg'd with Fortune That I would set my Life on any Chance To mend it or be rid on 't Macb. Both of you know Banquo was your Enemie Murth True my Lord. Macb. So is he mine and in such bloody distance That euery minute of his being thrusts Against my neer'st of Life and though I could With bare-fac'd power sweepe him from my sight And bid my will auouch it yet I must not For certaine friends that are both his and mine Whose loues I may not drop but wayle his fall Who I my selfe struck downe and thence it is That I to your assistance doe make loue Masking the Businesse from the common Eye For sundry weightie Reasons 2. Murth We shall my Lord Performe what you command vs. 1. Murth Though our Liues Macb. Your Spirits shine through you Within this houre at most I will aduise you where to plant your selues Acquaint you with the perfect Spy o' th' time The moment on 't for 't must be done to Night And something from the Pallace alwayes thought That I require a clearenesse and with him To leaue no Rubs nor Botches in the Worke Fleans his Sonne that keepes him companie Whose absence is no lesse materiall to me Then is his Fathers must embrace the fate Of that darke houre resolue your selues apart I le come to you anon Murth We are resolu'd my Lord. Macb. I le call vpon you straight abide within It is concluded Banquo thy Soules flight If it finde Heauen must finde it out to Night Exeunt Scena Secunda Enter Macbeths Lady and a Seruant Lady Is Banquo gone from Court Seruant I Madame but returnes againe to Night Lady Say to the King I would attend his leysure For a few words Seruant Madame I will Exit Lady Nought's had all 's spent Where our desire is got without content 'T is safer to be that which we destroy Then by destruction dwell in doubtfull ioy Enter Macbeth How now my Lord why doe you keepe alone Of sorryest Fancies your Companions making Vsing those Thoughts which should indeed haue dy'd With them they thinke on things without all remedie Should be without regard what 's done is done Macb. We haue scorch'd the Snake not kill'd it Shee 'le close and be her selfe whilest our poore Mallice Remaines in danger of her former Tooth But let the frame of things dis-ioynt Both the Worlds suffer Ere we will eate our Meale in feare and sleepe In the affliction of these terrible Dreames That shake vs Nightly Better be with the dead Whom we to gayne our peace haue sent to peace Then on the torture of the Minde to lye In restlesse extasie Duncane is in his Graue After Lifes fitfull Feuer he sleepes well Treason ha's done his worst nor Steele nor Poyson Mallice domestique forraine Leuie nothing Can touch him further Lady Come on Gentle my Lord sleeke o're your rugged Lookes Be bright and Iouiall among your Guests to Night Macb. So shall I Loue and so I pray be you Let your remembrance apply to Banquo Present him Eminence both with Eye and Tongue Vnsafe the while that wee must laue Our Honors in these flattering streames And make our Faces Vizards to our Hearts Disguising what they are Lady You must leaue this Macb. O full of Scorpions is my Minde deare Wife Thou know'st that Banquo and his Fleans liues Lady But in them Natures Coppie's not eterne Macb. There 's comfort yet they are assaileable Then be thou iocund ere the Bat hath flowne His Cloyster'd flight ere to black Heccats summons The shard-borne Beetle with his drowsie hums Hath rung Nights yawning Peale There shall be done a deed of dreadfull note Lady What 's to be done Macb. Be innocent of the knowledge dearest Chuck Till thou applaud the deed Come feeling Night Skarfe vp the tender Eye of pittifull Day And with thy bloodie and inuisible Hand Cancell and teare to pieces that great Bond Which keepes me pale Light thickens And the Crow makes Wing toth ' Rookie Wood Good things of Day begin to droope and drowse Whiles Nights black Agents to their Prey 's doe rowse Thou maruell'st at my words but hold thee still Things bad begun make strong themselues by ill So prythee goe with me Exeunt Scena Tertia Enter three Murtherers 1. But who did bid thee ioyne with vs 3. Macbeth 2. He needes not our mistrust since he deliuers Our Offices and what we haue to doe To the direction iust 1. Then stand with vs The West yet glimmers with some streakes of Day Now spurres the lated Traueller apace To gayne the timely Inne end neere approches The subiect of our Watch. 3. Hearke I heare Horses Banquo within Giue vs a Light there hoa 2. Then 't is hee The rest that are within the note of expectation Alreadie are i' th' Court 1. His Horses goe about 3. Almost a mile but he does vsually So all men doe from hence toth ' Pallace Gate Make it their Walke Enter Banquo and Fleans with a Torch 2. A Light a Light 3. 'T is hee 1. Stand too 't Ban. It will be Rayne to Night 1. Let it come downe Ban. O
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
indiscretion sometimes serues vs well When our deare plots do paule and that should teach vs There 's a Diuinity that shapes our ends Rough-hew them how we will Hor. That is most certaine Ham. Vp from my Cabin My sea-gowne scarft about me in the darke Grop'd I to finde out them had my desire Finger'd their Packet and in fine withdrew To mine owne roome againe making so bold My feares forgetting manners to vnseale Their grand Commission where I found Horatio Oh royall knauery An exact command Larded with many seuerall sorts of reason Importing Denmarks health and Englands too With hoo such Bugges and Goblins in my life That on the superuize no leasure bated No not to stay the grinding of the Axe My head shoud be struck off Hor. I st possible Ham. Here 's the Commission read it at more leysure But wilt thou heare me how I did proceed Hor. I beseech you Ham. Being thus benetted round with Villaines Ere I could make a Prologue to my braines They had begun the Play I sate me downe Deuis'd a new Commission wrote it faire I once did hold it as our Statists doe A basenesse to write faire and laboured much How to forget that learning but Sir now It did me Yeomans seruice wilt thou know The effects of what I wrote Hor. I good my Lord. Ham. An earnest Coniuration from the King As England was his faithfull Tributary As loue betweene them as the Palme should flourish As Peace should still her wheaten Garland weare And stand a Comma 'tweene their amities And many such like Assis of great charge That on the view and know of these Contents Without debatement further more or lesse He should the bearers put to sodaine death Not shriuing time allowed Hor. How was this seal'd Ham. Why euen in that was Heauen ordinate I had my fathers Signet in my Purse Which was the Modell of that Danish Seale Folded the Writ vp in forme of the other Subscrib'd it gau 't th' impression plac't it safely The changeling neuer knowne Now the next day Was our Sea Fight and what to this was sement Thou know'st already Hor. So Guildensterne and Rosincrance go too 't Ham. Why man they did make loue to this imployment They are not neere my Conscience their debate Doth by their owne insinuation grow 'T is dangerous when the baser nature comes Betweene the passe and fell incensed points Of mighty opposites Hor. Why what a King is this Ham. Does it not thinkst thee stand me now vpon He that hath kil'd my King and whor'd my Mother Popt in betweene th' election and my hopes Throwne out his Angle for my proper life And with such coozenage is' t not perfect conscience To quit him with this arme And is' t not to be damn'd To let this Canker of our nature come In further euill Hor. It must be shortly knowne to him from England What is the issue of the businesse there Ham. It will be short The interim's mine and a mans life 's no more Then to say one but I am very sorry good Horatio That to Laertes I forgot my selfe For by the image of my Cause I see The Portraiture of his I le count his fauours But sure the brauery of his griefe did put me Into a Towring passion Hor. Peace who comes heere Enter young Osricke Osr Your Lordship is right welcome back to Denmarke Ham. I humbly thank you Sir dost know this waterflie Hor. No my good Lord. Ham. Thy state is the more gracious for 't is a vice to know him he hath much Land and fertile let a Beast be Lord of Beasts and his Crib shall stand at the Kings Messe 't is a Chowgh but as I saw spacious in the possession of dirt Osr Sweet Lord if your friendship were at leysure I should impart a thing to you from his Maiesty Ham. I will receiue it with all diligence of spirit put your Bonet to his right vse 't is for the head Osr I thanke your Lordship 't is very hot Ham. No beleeue mee 't is very cold the winde is Northerly Osr It is indifferent cold my Lord indeed Ham. Mee thinkes it is very soultry and hot for my Complexion Osr Exceedingly my Lord it is very soultry as 't were I cannot tell how but my Lord his Maiesty bad me signifie to you that he ha's laid a great wager on your head Sir this is the matter Ham. I beseech you remember Osr Nay in good faith for mine ease in good faith Sir you are not ignorant of what excellence Laertes is at his weapon Ham. What 's his weapon Osr Rapier and dagger Ham. That 's two of his weapons but well Osr The sir King ha's wag'd with him six Barbary Horses against the which he impon'd as I take it sixe French Rapiers and Poniards with their assignes as Girdle Hangers or so three of the Carriages infaith are very deare to fancy very responsiue to the hilts most delicate carriages and of very liberall conceit Ham. What call you the Carriages Osr The Carriages Sir are the hangers Ham. The phrase would bee more Germaine to the matter If we could carry Cannon by our sides I would it might be Hangers till then but on sixe Barbary Horses against sixe French Swords their Assignes and three liberall conceited Carriages that 's the French but against the Danish why is this impon'd as you call it Osr The King Sir hath laid that in a dozen passes betweene you and him hee shall not exceed you three hits He hath one twelue for mine and that would come to imediate tryall if your Lordship would vouchsafe the Answere Ham. How if I answere no Osr I meane my Lord the opposition of your person in tryall Ham. Sir I will walke heere in the Hall if it please his Maiestie 't is the breathing time of day with me let the Foyles bee brought the Gentleman willing and the King hold his purpose I will win for him if I can if not I le gaine nothing but my shame and the odde hits Osr Shall I redeliuer you ee'n so Ham. To this effect Sir after what flourish your nature will Osr I commend my duty to your Lordship Ham. Yours yours hee does well to commend it himselfe there are no tongues else for 's tongue Hor. This Lapwing runs away with the shell on his head Ham. He did Complie with his Dugge before hee suck't it thus had he and mine more of the same Beauy that I know the drossie age dotes on only got the tune of the time and outward habite of encounter a kinde of yesty collection which carries them through through the most fond and winnowed opinions and doe but blow them to their tryalls the Bubbles are out Hor. You will lose this wager my Lord. Ham. I doe not thinke so since he went into France I haue beene in continuall practice I shall winne at the oddes but thou wouldest not thinke how all heere about my heart but it is no
Foole. Yes indeed thou would'st make a good Foole. Lear. To tak 't againe perforce Monster Ingratitude Foole. If thou wert my Foole Nunckle I l'd haue thee beaten for being old before thy time Lear. How 's that Foole. Thou shouldst not haue bin old till thou hadst bin wise Lear. O let me not be mad not mad sweet Heauen keepe me in temper I would not be mad How now are the Horses ready Gent. Ready my Lord. Lear. Come Boy Fool. She that 's a Maid now laughs at my departure Shall not be a Maid long vnlesse things be cut shorter Exeunt Actus Secundus Scena Prima Enter Bastard and Curan seuerally Bast Saue thee Curan Cur. And your Sir I haue bin With your Father and giuen him notice That the Duke of Cornwall and Regan his Duchesse Will be here with him this night Bast How comes that Cur. Nay I know not you haue heard of the newes abroad I meane the whisper'd ones for they are yet but earâ—-kissing arguments Bast Not I pray you what are they Cur. Haue you heard of no likely Warres toward 'Twixt the Dukes of Cornwall and Albany Bast Not a word Cur. You may do then in time Fare you well Sir Exit Bast. The Duke be here to night The better best This weaues it selfe perforce into my businesse My Father hath set guard to take my Brother And I haue one thing of a queazie question Which I must act Briefenesse and Fortune worke Enter Edgar Brother a word discend Brother I say My Father watches O Sir fly this place Intelligence is giuen where you are hid You haue now the good aduantage of the night Haue you not spoken ' gainst the Duke of Cornewall Hee 's comming hither now i' th' night i' th' haste And Regan with him haue you nothing said Vpon his partie ' gainst the Duke of Albany Aduise your selfe Edg. I am sure on 't not a word Bast I heare my Father comming pardon me In cunning I must draw my Sword vpon you Draw seeme to defend your selfe Now quit you well Yeeld come before my Father light hoa here Fly Brother Torches Torches so farewell Exit Edgar Some blood drawne on me would beget opinion Of my more fierce endeauour I haue seene drunkards Do more then this in sport Father Father Stop stop no helpe Enter Gloster and Seruants with Torches Glo. Now Edmund where 's the villaine Bast Here stood he in the dark his sharpe Sword out Mumbling of wicked charmes coniuring the Moone To stand auspicious Mistris Glo. But where is he Bast Looke Sir I bleed Glo. Where is the villaine Edmund Bast Fled this way Sir when by no meanes he could Glo. Pursue him ho go after By no meanes what Bast Perswade me to the murther of your Lordship But that I told him the reuenging Gods ' Gainst Paricides did all the thunder bend Spoke with how manifold and strong a Bond The Child was bound to ' th' Father Sir in fine Seeing how lothly opposite I stood To his vnnaturall purpose in fell motion With his prepared Sword he charges home My vnprouided body latch'd mine arme And when he saw my best alarum'd spirits Bold in the quarrels right rouz'd to th' encounter Or whether gasted by the noyse I made Full sodainely he fled Glost Let him fly farre Not in this Land shall he remaine vncaught And found dispatch the Noble Duke my Master My worthy Arch and Patron comes to night By his authoritie I will proclaime it That he which finds him shall deserue our thankes Bringing the murderous Coward to the stake He that conceales him death Bast When I disswaded him from his intent And found him pight to doe it with curst speech I threaten'd to discouer him he replied Thou vnpossessing Bastard dost thou thinke If I would stand against thee would the reposall Of any trust vertue or worth in thee Make thy words faith'd No what should I denie As this I would though thou didst produce My very Character I 'ld turne it all To thy suggestion plot and damned practise And thou must make a dullard of the world If they not thought the profits of my death Were very pregnant and potentiall spirits To make thee seeke it Tucket within Glo. O strange and fastned Villaine Would he deny his Letter said he Harke the Dukes Trumpets I know not wher he comes All Ports I le barre the villaine shall not scape The Duke must grant me that besides his picture I will send farre and neere that all the kingdome May haue due note of him and of my land Loyall and naturall Boy I le worke the meanes To make thee capable Enter Cornewall Regan and Attendants Corn. How now my Noble friend since I came hither Which I can call but now I haue heard strangenesse Reg. If it be true all vengeance comes too short Which can pursue th' offender how dost my Lord Glo. O Madam my old heart is crack'd it 's crack'd Reg. What did my Fathers Godsonne seeke your life He whom my Father nam'd your Edgar Glo. O Lady Lady shame would haue it hid Reg. Was he not companion with the riotous Knights That tended vpon my Father Glo. I know not Madam 't is too bad too bad Bast Yes Madam he was of that consort Reg. No maruaile then though he were ill affected 'T is they haue put him on the old mans death To haue th' expence and wast of his Reuenues I haue this present euening from my Sister Beene well inform'd of them and with such cautions That if they come to soiourne at my house I le not be there Cor. Nor I assure thee Regan Edmund I heare that you haue shewne your Father A Child-like Office Bast. It was my duty Sir Glo. He did bewray his practise and receiu'd This hurt you see striuing to apprehend him Cor. Is he pursued Glo. I my good Lord. Cor. If he be taken he shall neuer more Be fear'd of doing harme make your owne purpose How in my strength you please for you Edmund Whose vertue and obedience doth this instant So much commend it selfe you shall be ours Nature 's of such deepe trust we shall much need You we first seize on Bast I shall serue you Sir truely how euer else Glo. For him I thanke your Grace Cor. You know not why we came to visit you Reg. Thus out of season thredding darke ey'd night Occasions Noble Gloster of some prize Wherein we must haue vse of your aduise Our Father he hath writ so hath our Sister Of differences which I best though it fit To answere from our home the seuerall Messengers From hence attend dispatch our good old Friend Lay comforts to your bosome and bestow Your needfull counsaile to our businesses Which craues the instant vse Glo. I serue you Madam Your Graces are right welcome Exeunt Flourish Scena Secunda Enter Kent aad Steward seuerally Stew. Good dawning to thee Friend art of this house Kent I. Stew. Where may we
for I am declin'd Into the vale of yeares yet that 's not much Shee 's gone I am abus'd and my releefe Must be to loath her Oh Curse of Marriage That we can call these delicate Creatures ours And not their Appetites I had rather be a Toad And liue vpon the vapour of a Dungeon Then keepe a corner in the thing I loue For others vses Yet 't is the plague to Great-ones Prerogatiu'd are they lesse then the Base 'T is destiny vnshunnable like death Euen then this forked plague is Fated to vs When we do quicken Looke where she comes Enter Desdemona and Aemilia If she be false Heauen mock'd it selfe I le not beleeue 't Des How now my deere Othello Your dinner and the generous Islanders By you inuited do attend your presence Oth. I am too blame Des Why do you speake so faintly Are you not well Oth. I haue a paine vpon my Forehead heere Des Why that 's with watching 't will away againe Let me but binde it hard within this houre It will be well Oth. Your Napkin is too little Let it alone Come I le go in with you Exit Des I am very sorry that you are not well Aemil. I am glad I haue found this Napkin This was her first remembrance from the Moore My wayward Husband hath a hundred times Woo'd me to steale it But she so loues the Token For he coniur'd her she should euer keepe it That she reserues it euermore about her To kisse and talke too I le haue the worke tane out And giu 't Iago what he will do with it Heauen knowes not I I nothing but to please his Fantasie Enter Iago Iago How now What do you heere alone Aemil. Do not you chide I haue a thing for you Iago You haue a thing for me It is a common thing Aemil. Hah Iago To haue a foolish wife Aemil. Oh is that all What will you giue me now For that same Handkerchiefe Iago What Handkerchiefe Aemil. What Handkerchiefe Why that the Moore first gaue to Desdemona That which so often you did bid me steale Iago Hast stolne it from her Aemil. No but she let it drop by negligence And to th' aduantage I being heere took 't vp Looke heere ' t is Iago A good wench giue it me Aemil. What will you do with 't that you haue bene so earnest to haue me filch it Iago Why what is that to you Aemil. If it be not for some purpose of import Giu 't me againe Poore Lady shee 'l run mad When she shall lacke it Iago Be not acknowne on 't I haue vse for it Go leaue me Exit Aemil. I will in Cassio's Lodging loose this Napkin And let him finde it Trifles light as ayre Are to the iealious confirmations strong As proofes of holy Writ This may do something The Moore already changes with my poyson Dangerous conceites are in their Natures poysons Which at the first are scarse found to distaste But with a little acte vpon the blood Burne like the Mines of Sulphure I did say so Enter Othello Looke where he comes Not Poppy nor Mandragora Nor all the drowsie Syrrups of the world Shall euer medicine thee to that sweete sleepe Which thou owd'st yesterday Oth. Ha Ha false to mee Iago Why how now Generall No more of that Oth. Auant be gone Thou hast set me on the Racke I sweare 't is better to be much abus'd Then but to know 't a little Iago How now my Lord Oth. What sense had I in her stolne houres of Lust I saw 't not thought it not it harm'd not me I slept the next night well fed well was free and merrie I found not Cassio's kisses on her Lippes He that is robb'd not wanting what is stolne Let him not know 't and he 's not robb'd at all Iago I am sorry to heare this Oth. I had beene happy if the generall Campe Pyoners and all had tasted her sweet Body So I had nothing knowne Oh now for euer Farewell the Tranquill minde farewell Content Farewell the plumed Troopes and the bigge Warres That makes Ambition Vertue Oh farewell Farewell the neighing Steed and the shrill Trumpe The Spirit-stirring Drum th' Eare-piercing Fife The Royall Banner and all Qualitie Pride Pompe and Circumstance of glorious Warre And O you mortall Engines whose rude throates Th' immortall Ioues dread Clamours counterfet Farewell Othello's Occupation's gone Iago Is' t possible my Lord Oth. Villaine be sure thou proue my Loue a Whore Be sure of it Giue me the Occular proofe Or by the worth of mine eternall Soule Thou had'st bin better haue bin borne a Dog Then answer my wak'd wrath Iago Is' t come to this Oth. Make me to see 't or at the least so proue it That the probation beare no Hindge nor Loope To hang a doubt on Or woe vpon thy life Iago My Noble Lord. Oth. If thou dost slander her and torture me Neuer pray more Abandon all remorse On Horrors head Horrors accumulate Do deeds to make Heauen weepe all Earth amaz'd For nothing canst thou to damnation adde Greater then that Iago O Grace O Heauen forgiue me Are you a Man Haue you a Soule or Sense God buy you take mine Office Oh wretched Foole That lou'st to make thine Honesty a Vice Oh monstrous world Take note take note O World To be direct and honest is not safe I thanke you for this profit and from hence I le loue no Friend sith Loue breeds such offence Oth. Nay stay thou should'st be honest Iago I should be wise for Honestie 's a Foole And looses that it workes for Oth. By the World I thinke my Wife be honest and thinke she is not I thinke that thou art iust and thinke thou art not I le haue some proofe My name that was as fresh As Dians Visage is now begrim'd and blacke As mine owne face If there be Cords or Kniues Poyson or Fire or suffocating streames I le not indure it Would I were satisfied Iago I see you are eaten vp with Passion I do repent me that I put it to you You would be satisfied Oth. Would Nay and I will Iago And may but how How satisfied my Lord Would you the super-vision grossely gape on Behold her top'd Oth. Death and damnation Oh! Iago It were a tedious difficulty I thinke To bring them to that Prospect Damne them then If euer mortall eyes do see them boulster More then their owne What then How then What shall I say Where 's Satisfaction It is impossible you should see this Were they as prime as Goates as hot as Monkeyes As salt as Wolues in pride and Fooles as grosse As Ignorance made drunke But yet I say If imputation and strong circumstances Which leade directly to the doore of Truth Will giue you satisfaction you might haue 't Oth. Giue me a liuing reason she 's disloyall Iago I do not like the Office But sith I am entred in this cause so farre Prick'd too 't by
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