fast betimes With eager feeding food doth choake the feeder Light vanity insatiate cormorant Consuming meanes soone preyes vpon it selfe This royall Throne of Kings this sceptred Isle This earth of Maiesty this seate of Mars This other Eden demy paradise This Fortresse built by Nature for her selfe Against infection and the hand of warre This happy breed of men this little world This precious stone set in the siluer sea Which serues it in the office of a wall Or as a Moate defensiue to a house Against the enuy of lesse happier Lands This blessed plot this earth this Realme this England This Nurse this teeming wombe of Royall Kings Fear'd by their breed and famous for their birth Renowned for their deeds as farre from home For Christian seruice and true Chiualrie As is the sepulcher in stubborne Iury Of the Worlds ransome blessed Maries Sonne This Land of such deere soules this deere-deere Land Deere for her reputation through the world Is now Leas'd out I dye pronouncing it Like to a Tenement or pelting Farme England bound in with the triumphant sea Whose rocky shore beates backe the enuious siedge Of watery Neptune is now bound in with shame With Inky blottes and rotten Parchment bonds That England that was wont to conquer others Hath made a shamefull conquest of it selfe Ah! would the scandall vanish with my life How happy then were my ensuing death Enter King Queene Aumerle Bushy Greene Bagot Ros and Willoughby Yor. The King is come deale mildly with his youth For young hot Colts being rag'd do rage the more Qu. How fares our noble Vncle Lancaster Ri. What comfort man How i st with aged Gaunt Ga. Oh how that name befits my composition Old Gaunt indeed and gaunt in being old Within me greefe hath kept a tedious fast And who abstaynes from meate that is not gaunt For sleeping England long time haue I watcht Watching breeds leannesse leannesse is all gaunt The pleasure that some Fathers feede vpon Is my strict fast I meane my Childrens lookes And therein fasting hast thou made me gaunt Gaunt am I for the graue gaunt as a graue Whose hollow wombe inherits naught but bones Ric. Can sicke men play so nicely with their names Gau. No misery makes sport to mocke it selfe Since thou dost seeke to kill my name in mec I mocke my name great King to flatter thee Ric. Should dying men flatter those that liue Gau. No no men liuing flatter those that dye Rich. Thou now a dying sayst thou flatter'st me Gau. Oh no thou dyest though I the sicker be Rich. I am in health I breath I see the â—ill Gau. Now he that made me knowes I see thee ill Ill in my selfe to see and in thee seeing ill Thy death-bed is no lesser then the Land Wherein thou lyest in reputation sicke And thou too care-lesse patient as thou art Commit'st thy ' anointed body to the cure Of those Physitians that first wounded thee A thousand flatterers sit within thy Crowne Whose compasse is no bigger then thy head And yet incaged in so small a Verge The waste is no whit lesser then thy Land Oh had thy Grandsire with a Prophets eye Seene how his sonnes sonne should destroy his sonnes From forth thy reach he would haue laid thy shame Deposing thee before thou wert possest Which art possest now to depose thy selfe Why Cosine were thou Regent of the world It were a shame to let his Land by lease But for thy world enioying but this Land Is it not more then shame to shame it so Landlord of England art thou and not King Thy state of Law is bondslaue to the law And Rich. And thou a lunaticke leane-witted foole Presuming on an Agues priuiledge Dar'st with thy frozen admonition Make pale our cheeke chafing the Royall blood With fury from his natiue residence Now by my Seates right Royall Maiestie Wer 't thou not Brother to great Edwards sonne This tongue that runs so roundly in thy head Should run thy head from thy vnreuerent shoulders Gau. Oh spare me not my brothers Edwards sonne For that I was his Father Edwards sonne That blood already like the Pellican Thou hast tapt out and drunkenly carows'd My brother Gloucester plaine well meaning soule Whom faire befall in heauen ' mongst happy soules May be a president and witnesse good That thou respect'st not spilling Edwards blood Toyne with the present sicknesse that I haue And thy vnkindnesse be like crooked age To crop at once a too-long wither'd flowre Liue in thy shame but dye not shame with thee These words heereafter thy tormentors bee Conuey me to my bed then to my graue Loue they to liue that loue and honor haue Exit Rich. And let them dye that age and sullens haue For both hast thou and both become the graue Yor. I do beseech your Maiestie impute his words To wayward sicklinesse and age in him He loues you on my life and holds you deere As Harry Duke of Herford were he heere Rich. Right you say true as Herfords loue so his As theirs so mine and all be as it is Enter Northumberland Nor. My Liege olde Gaunt commends him to your Maiestie Rich. What sayes he Nor. Nay nothing all is said His tongue is now a stringlesse instrument Words life and all old Lancaster hath spent Yor. Be Yorke the next that must be bankrupt so Though death be poore it ends a mortall wo. Rich. The ripest fruit first fals and so doth he His time is spent our pilgrimage must be So much for that Now for our Irish warres We must supplant those rough rug-headed Kernes Which liue like venom where no venom else But onely they haue priuiledge to liue And for these great affayres do aske some charge Towards our assistance we do seize to vs The plate coine reuennewes and moueables Whereof our Vncle Gaunt did stand possest Yor. How long shall I be patient Oh how long Shall tender dutie make me suffer wrong Not Glousters death nor Herfords banishment Nor Gauntes rebukes nor Englands priuate wrongs Nor the preuention of poore Bullingbrooke About his marriage nor my owne disgrace Haue euer made me sowre my patient cheeke Or bend one wrinâ—kle on my Soueraignes face I am the last of noble Edwards sonnes Of whom thy Father Prince of Wales was first In warre was neuer Lyon rag'd more fierce In peace was neuer gentle Lambe more milde Then was that yong and Princely Gentleman His face thou hast for euen so look'd he Accomplish'd with the number of thy howâ—rs But when he frown'd it was against the Freâ—ch And not against his friends hâ—s noble hand Did wâ—n what he did spend and speâ—t not that Which his triumphant fathers hand had won His hands were guilty of no kindreds blood But bloody with the enemies of his kinne Oh Richard York is too farre gone with greefe Or else he neuer would compare betweene Rich. Why Vncle What 's the matter Yor. Oh my Liege pardon me if you please if
fiery minde A sauagenes in vnreclaim'd bloud of generall assault Reynol But my good Lord. Polon Wherefore should you doe this Reynol I my Lord I would know that Polon Marry Sir heere 's my drift And I belieue it is a fetch of warrant You laying these slight sulleyes on my Sonne As 't were a thing a little soil'd i' th' working Marke you your party in conuerse him you would sound Hauing euer seene In the prenominate crimes The youth you breath of guilty be assur'd He closes with you in this consequence Good sir or so or friend or Gentleman According to the Phrase and the Addition Of man and Country Reynol Very good my Lord. Polon And then Sir does he this He does what was I about to say I was about to say somthing where did I leaue Reynol At closes in the consequence At friend or so and Gentleman Polon At closes in the consequence I marry He closes with you thus I know the Gentleman I saw him yesterday or tother day Or then or then with such and such and as you say There was he gaming there o're tooke in 's Rouse There falling out at Tennis or perchance I saw him enter such a house of saile Videlicet a Brothell or so forth See you now Your bait of falshood takes this Cape of truth And thus doe we of wisedome and of reach With windlesses and with assaies of Bias By indirections finde directions out So by my former Lecture and aduice Shall you my Sonne you haue me haue you not Reynol My Lord I haue Polon God buy you fare you well Reynol Good my Lord. Polon Obserue his inclination in your selfe Reynol I shall my Lord. Polon And let him plye his Musicke Reynol Well my Lord. Exit Enter Ophelia Polon Farewell How now Ophelia what 's the matter Ophe. Alas my Lord I haue beene so affrighted Polon With what in the name of Heauen Ophe. My Lord as I was sowing in my Chamber Lord Hamlet with his doublet all vnbrac'd No hat vpon his head his stockings foul'd Vngartred and downe giued to his Anckle Pale as his shirt his knees knocking each other And with a looke so pitious in purport As if he had been loosed out of hell To speake of horrors he comes before me Polon Mad for thy Loue Ophe. My Lord I doe not know but truly I do feare it Polon What said he Ophe. He tooke me by the wrist and held me hard Then goes he to the length of all his arme And with his other hand thus o're his brow He fals to such perusall of my face As he would draw it Long staid he so At last a little shaking of mine Arme And thrice his head thus wauing vp and downe He rais'd a sigh so pittious and profound That it did seeme to shatter all his bulke And end his being That done he lets me goe And with his head ouer his shoulders turn'd He seem'd to finde his way without his eyes For out adores he went without their helpe And to the last bended their light on me Polon Goe with me I will goe seeke the King This is the very extasie of Loue Whose violent property foredoes it selfe And leads the will to desperate Vndertakings As oft as any passion vnder Heauen That does afflict our Natures I am sorrie What haue you giuen him any hard words of late Ophe. No my good Lord but as you did command I did repell his Letters and deny'de His accesse to me Pol. That hath made him mad I am sorrie that with better speed and iudgement I had not quoted him I feare he did but trifle And meant to wracke thee but beshrew my iealousie It seemes it is as proper to our Age To cast beyond our selues in our Opinions As it is common for the yonger sort To lacke discretion Come go we to the King This must be knowne w c being kept close might moue More greefe to hide then hate to vtter loue Exeunt Scena Secunda Enter King Queene Rosincrane and Guildensterne Cumalijs King Welcome deere Rosincrance and Guildensterne Moreouer that we much did long to see you The neede we haue to vse you did prouoke Our hastie sending Something haue you heard Of Hamlets transformation so I call it Since not th' exterior nor the inward man Resembles that it was What it should bee More then his Fathers death that thus hath put him So much from th' vnderstanding of himselfe I cannot deeme of I intreat you both That being of so young dayes brought vp with him And since so Neighbour'd to his youth and humour That you vouchsafe your rest heere in our Court Some little time so by your Companies To draw him on to pleasures and to gather So much as from Occasions you may gleane That open'd lies within our remedie Qu. Good Gentlemen he hath much talk'd of you And sure I am two men there are not liuing To whom he more adheres If it will please you To shew vs so much Gentrie and good will As to expend your time with vs a-while For the supply and profit of our Hope Your Visitation shall receiue such thankes As fits a Kings remembrance Rosin Both your Maiesties Might by the Soueraigne power you haue of vs Put your dread pleasures more into Command Then to Entreatie Guil. We both obey And here giue vp our selues in the full bent To lay our Seruices freely at your feete To be commanded King Thankes Rosincrance and gentle Guildensterne Qu. Thankes Guildensterne and gentle Rosincrance And I beseech you instantly to visit My too much changed Sonne Go some of ye And bring the Gentlemen where Hamlet is Guil. Heauens make our presence and our practises Pleasant and helpfull to him Exit Queene Amen Enter Polonius Pol. Th' Ambassadors from Norwey my good Lord Are ioyfully return'd King Thou still hast bin the Father of good Newes Pol. Haue I my Lord Assure you my good Liege I hold my dutie as I hold my Soule Both to my God one to my gracious King And I do thinke or else this braine of mine Hunts not the traile of Policie so sure As I haue vs'd to do that I haue found The very cause of Hamlets Lunacie King Oh speake of that that I do long to heare Pol. Giue first admittance to th' Ambassadors My Newes shall be the Newes to that great Feast King Thy selfe do grace to them and bring them in He tels me my sweet Queene that he hath found The head and sourse of all your Sonnes distemper Qu. I doubt it is no other but the maine His Fathers death and our o're-hasty Marriage Enter Polonius Voltumand and Cornelius King Well we shall sift him Welcome good Frends Say Voltumand what from our Brother Norwey Volt. Most faire returne of Greetings and Desires Vpon our first he sent out to suppresse His Nephewes Leuies which to him appear'd To be a preparation ' gainst the Poleak But better look'd into he truly found It was against your Highnesse
Ant. Nay good my Lord be not angry Gon. No I warrant you I vvill not aduenture my discretion so weakly Will you laugh me asleepe for I am very heauy Ant. Go sleepe and heare vs. Alon. What all so soone asleepe I wish mine eyes Would with themselues shut vp my thoughts I finde they are inclin'd to do so Seb. Please you Sir Do not omit the heauy offer of it It sildome visits sorrow when it doth it is a Comforter Ant. We two my Lord will guard your person While you take your rest and watch your safety Alon. Thanke you Wondrous heauy Seb. What a strange drowsines possesses them Ant. It is the quality o' th' Clymate Seb. Why Doth it not then our eye-lids sinke I finde Not my selfe dispos'd to sleep Ant. Nor I my spirits are nimble They fell together all as by consent They dropt as by a Thunder-stroke what might Worthy Sebastian O what might no more And yet me thinkes I see it in thy face What thou should'st be th' occasion speaks thee and My strong imagination see 's a Crowne Dropping vpon thy head Seb. What art thou waking Ant. Do you not heare me speake Seb. I do and surely It is a sleepy Language and thou speak'st Out of thy sleepe What is it thou didst say This is a strange repose to be asleepe With eyes wide open standing speaking mouing And yet so fast asleepe Ant. Noble Sebastian Thou let'st thy fortune sleepe die rather wink'st Whiles thou art waking Seb. Thou do'st snore distinctly There 's meaning in thy snores Ant. I am more serious then my custome you Must be so too if heed me which to do Trebbles thee o're Seb. Well I am standing water Ant. I le teach you how to flow Seb. Do so to ebbe Hereditary Sloth instructs me Ant. O! If you but knew how you the purpose cherish Whiles thus you mocke it how in stripping it You more inuest it ebbing men indeed Most often do so neere the bottome run By their owne feare or sloth Seb. ' Pre-thee say on The setting of thine eye and cheeke proclaime A matter from thee and a birth indeed Which throwes thee much to yeeld Ant. Thus Sir Although this Lord of weake remembrance this Who shall be of as little memory When he is earth'd hath here almost perswaded For hee 's a Spirit of perswasion onely Professes to perswade the King his sonne 's aliue 'T is as impossible that hee 's vndrown'd As he that sleepes heere swims Seb. I haue no hope That hee 's vndrown'd Ant. O out of that no hope What great hope haue you No hope that way Is Another way so high a hope that euen Ambition cannot pierce a winke beyond But doubt discouery there Will you grant with me That Ferdinand is drown'd Seb. He 's gone Ant. Then tell me who 's the next heire of Naples Seb. Claribell Ant. She that is Queene of Tunis she that dwels Ten leagues beyond mans life she that from Naples Can haue no note vnlesse the Sun were post The Man i' th Moone 's too slow till new-borne chinnes Be rough and Razor-able She that from whom We all were sea-swallow'd though some cast againe And by that destiny to performe an act Whereof what 's past is Prologue what to come In yours and my discharge Seb. What stuffe is this How say you 'T is true my brothers daughter's Queene of Tunis So is she heyre of Naples 'twixt which Regions There is some space Ant. A space whose eu'ry cubit Seemes to cry out how shall that Claribell Measure vs backe to Naples keepe in Tunis And let Sebastian wake Say this were death That now hath seiz'd them why they were no worse Then now they are There be that can rule Naples As well as he that sleepes Lords that can prate As amply and vnnecessarily As this Gonzallo I my selfe could make A Chough of as deepe chat O that you bore The minde that I do what a sleepe were this For your aduancement Do you vnderstand me Seb. Me thinkes I do Ant. And how do's your content Tender your owne good fortune Seb. I remember You did supplant your Brothet Prospero Ant. True And looke how well my Garments sit vpon me Much feater then before My Brothers seruants Were then my fellowes now they are my men Seb. But for your conscience Ant. I Sir where lies that If 't were a kybe 'T would put me to my slipper But I feele not This Deity in my bosome ' Twentie consciences That stand 'twixt me and Millaine candied be they And melt ere they mollest Heere lies your Brother No better then the earth he lies vpon If he were that which now hee 's like that 's dead Whom I with this obedient steele three inches of it Can lay to bed for euer whiles you doing thus To the perpetuall winke for aye might put This ancient morsell this Sir Prudence who Should not vpbraid our course for all the rest They 'l take suggestion as a Cat laps milke They 'l tell the clocke to any businesse that We say befits the houre Seb. Thy case deere Friend Shall be my president As thou got'st Millaine I 'le come by Naples Draw thy sword one stroke Shall free thee from the tribute which thou paiest And I the King shall loue thee Ant. Draw together And when I reare my hand do you the like To fall it on Gonzalo Seb. O but one word Enter Ariell with Musicke and Song Ariel My Master through his Art foresees the danger That you his friend are in and sends me forth For else his proiect dies to keepe them liuing Sings in Gonzaloes eare While you here do snoaring lie Open-ey'd Conspiracie His time doth take If of Life you keepe a care Shake off slumber and beware Awake awake Ant. Then let vs both be sodaine Gon. Now good Angels preserue the King Alo. Why how now hoa awake why are you drawn Wherefore this ghastly looking Gon. What 's the matter Seb. Whiles we stood here securing your repose Euen now we heard a hollow burst of bellowing Like Buls or rather Lyons did't not wake you It strooke mine eare most terribly Alo. I heard nothing Ant. O 't was a din to fright a Monsters eare To make an earthquake sure it was the roare Of a whole heard of Lyons Alo. Heard you this Gonzalo Gon. Vpon mine honour Sir I heard a humming And that a strange one too which did awake me I shak'd you Sir and cride as mine eyes opend I saw their weapons drawne there was a noyse That 's verily 't is best we stand vpon our guard Or that we quit this place let 's draw our weapons Alo. Lead off this ground let 's make further search For my poore sonne Gon. Heauens keepe him from these Beasts For he is sure i' th Island Alo. Lead away Ariell Prospero my Lord shall know what I haue done So King goe safely on to seeke thy Son Exeunt Scoena Secunda Enter Caliban with
brother die More then our Brother is our Chastitie I le tell him yet of Angelo's request And fit his minde to death for his soules rest Exit Actus Tertius Scena Prima Enter Duke Claudio and Prouost Du. So then you hope of pardon from Lord Angelo Cla. The miserable haue no other medicine But onely hope I' haue hope to liue and am prepar'd to die Duke Be absolute for death either death or life Shall thereby be the sweeter Reason thus with life If I do loose thee I do loose a thing That none but fooles would keepe a breath thou art Seruile to all the skyie-influences That dost this habitation where thou keepst Hourely afflict Meerely thou art deaths foole For him thou labourst by thy flight to shun And yet runst toward him still Thou art not noble For all th' accommodations that thou bearst Are nurst by basenesse Thou' rt by no meanes valiant For thou dost feare the soft and tender forke Of a poore worme thy best of rest is sleepe And that thou oft prouoakst yet grosselie fearst Thy death which is no more Thou art not thy selfe For thou exists on manie a thousand graines That issue out of dust Happie thou art not For what thou hast not still thou striu'st to get And what thou hast forgetst Thou art not certaine For thy complexion shifts to strange effects After the Moone If thou art rich thou' rt poore For like an Asse whose backe with Ingots bowes Thou bearst thy heauie riches but a iournie And death vnloads thee Friend hast thou none For thine owne bowels which do call thee fire The meere effusion of thy proper loines Do curse the Gowt Sapego and the Rheume For ending thee no sooner Thou hast nor youth nor age But as it were an after-dinners sleepe Dreaming on both for all thy blessed youth Becomes as aged and doth begge the almes Of palsied-Eld and when thou art old and rich Thou hast neither heate affection limbe nor beautie To make thy riches pleasant what 's yet in this That beares the name of life Yet in this life Lie hid moe thousand deaths yet death we feare That makes these oddes all euen Cla. I humblie thanke you To sue to liue I finde I seeke to die And seeking death finde life Let it come on Enter Isabella Isab What hoa Peace heere Grace and good companie Pro. Who 's there Come in the wish deserues a welcome Duke Deere sir ere long I le visit you againe Cla. Most bolie Sir I thanke you Isa My businesse is a word or two with Claudio Pro. And verie welcom looke Signior here 's your sister Duke Prouost a word with you Pro. As manie as you please Duke Bring them to heare me speak where I may be conceal'd Cla. Now sister what 's the comfort Isa Why As all comforts are most good most good indeede Lord Angelo hauing affaires to heauen Intends you for his swift Ambassador Where you shall be an euerlasting Leiger Therefore your best appointment make with speed To Morrow you set on Clau. Is there no remedie Isa None but such remedie as to saue a head To cleaue a heart in twaine Clau. But is there anie Isa Yes brother you may liue There is a diuellish mercie in the Iudge If you 'l implore it that will free your life But fetter you till death Cla. Perpetuall durance Isa I iust perpetuall durance a restraint Through all the worlds vastiditie you had To a determin'd scope Clau. But in what nature Isa In such a one as you consenting too 't Would barke your honor from that trunke you beare And leaue you naked Clau. Let me know the point Isa Oh I do feare thee Claudio and I quake Least thou a feauorous life shouldst entertaine And six or seuen winters more respect Then a perpetuall Honor. Dar'st thou die The sence of death is most in apprehension And the poore Beetle that we treade vpon In corporall sufferance finds a pang as great As when a Giant dies Cla. Why giue you me this shame Thinke you I can a resolution fetch From flowrie tendernesse If I must die I will encounter darknesse as a bride And hugge it in mine armes Isa There spake my brother there my fathers graue Did vtter forth a voice Yes thou must die Thou art too noble to conserue a life In base appliances This outward sainted Deputie Whose setled visagn and deliberate word Nips youth i' th head and follies doth â—new As Falcon doth the Fowle is yet a diuell His filth within being cast he would appeare A pond as deepe as hell Cla. The prenzie Angelo Isa Oh 't is the cunning Liuerie of hell The damnest bodie to inuest and couer In prenzie gardes dost thou thinke Claudio If I would yeeld him my virginitie Thou might'st be freed Cla. Oh heauens it cannot be Isa Yes he would giu 't thee from this rank offence So to offend him still This night 's the time That I should do what I abhorre to name Or else thou diest to morrow Clau. Thou shalt not do 't Isa O were it but my life I 'de throw it downe for your deliuerance As frankely as a pin Clau. Thankes deere Isabell Isa Be readie Claudio for your death to morrow Clau. Yes Has he affections in him That thus can make him bite the Law by th' nose When he would force it Sure it is no sinne Or of the deadly seuen it is the least Isa Which is the least Cla. If it were damnable he being so wise Why would he for the momentarie tricke Be perdurablie fin'de Oh Isabell Isa What saies my brother Cla. Death is a fearefull thing Isa And shamed life a hatefull Cla. I but to die and go we know not where To lie in cold obstruction and to rot This sensible warme motion to become A kneaded clod And the delighted spirit To bath in fierie floods or to recide In thrilling Region of thicke-ribbed Ice To be imprison'd in the viewlesse windes And blowne with restlesse violence round about The pendant world or to be worse then worst Of those that lawlesse and incertaine thought Imagine howling 't is too horrible The weariest and most loathed worldly life That Age Ache periury and imprisonment Can lay on nature is a Paradise To what we feare of death Isa Alas alas Cla. Sweet Sister let me liue What sinne you do to saue a brothers life Nature dispenses with the deede so farre That it becomes a vertue Isa Oh you beast Oh faithlesse Coward oh dishonest wretch Wilt thou be made a man out of my vice Is' t not a kinde of Incest to take life From thine owne sisters shame What should I thinke Heauen shield my Mother plaid my Father faire For such a warped slip of wildernesse Nere issu'd from his blood Take my defiance Die perish Might but my bending downe Repreeue thee from thy fate it should proceede I le pray a thousand praiers for thy death No word to saue thee Cla. Nay heare
not thy complement I forgiue thy duetie adue Maid Good Costard go with me Sir God saue your life Cost Haue with thee my girle Exit Hol. Sir you haue done this in the feare of God very religiously and as a certaine Father saith Ped. Sir tell not me of the Father I do feare colourable colours But to returne to the Verses Did they please you sir Nathaniel Nath. Marueilous well for the pen. Peda. I do dine to day at the fathers of a certaine Pupill of mine where if being repast it shall please you to gratifie the table with a Grace I will on my priuiledge I haue with the parents of the foresaid Childe or Pupill vndertake your bien vonuto where I will proue those Verses to be very vnlearned neither sauouring of Poetrie Wit nor Inuention I beseech your Societie Nat. And thanke you to for societie saith the text is the happinesse of life Peda. And certes the text most infallibly concludes it Sir I do inuite you too you shall not say me nay pauca verba Away the gentles are at their game and we will to our recreation Exeunt Enter Berowne with a Paper in his hand alone Bero. The King he is hunting the Deare I am coursing my selfe They haue pitcht a Toyle I am toyling in a pytch pitch that defiles defile a foule word Well set thee downe sorrow for so they say the foole said and so say I and I the foole Well proued wit By the Lord this Loue is as mad as Aiax it kils sheepe it kils mee I a sheepe Well proued againe a my side I will not loue if I do hang me yfaith I will not O but her eye by this light but for her eye I would not loue her yes for her two eyes Well I doe nothing in the world but lye and lye in my throate By heauen I doe loue and it hath taught mee to Rime and to be mallicholie and here is part of my Rime and heere my mallicholie Well she hath one a' my Sonnets already the Clowne bore it the Foole sent it and the Lady hath it sweet Clowne sweeter Foole sweetest Lady By the world I would not care a pin if the other three were in Here comes one with a paper God giue him grace to grone He stands aside The King entreth Kin. Ay mee Ber. Shot by heauen proceede sweet Cupid thou hast thumpt him with thy Birdbolt vnder the left pap in faith secrets King So sweete a kisse the golden Sunne giues not To those fresh morning drops vpon the Rose As thy eye beames when their fresh rayse haue smot The night of dew that on my cheekes downe flowes Nor shines the siluer Moone one halfe so bright Through the transparent bosome of the deepe As doth thy face through teares of mine giue light Thou shin'st in euery teare that I doe weepe No drop but as a Coach doth carry thee So ridest thou triumphing in my woe Do but behold the teares that swell in me And they thy glory through my griefe will show But doe not loue thy selfe then thou wilt keepe My teares for glasses and still make me weepe O Queene of Queenes how farre dost thou excell No thought can thinke nor tongue of mortall tell How shall she know my griefes I le drop the paper Sweet leaues shade folly Who is he comes heere Enter Longauile The King steps aside What Longauill and reading listen eare Ber. Now in thy likenesse one more foole appeare Long. Ay me I am forsworne Ber. Why he comes in like a periure wearing papers Long. In loue I hope sweet fellowship in shame Ber. One drunkard loues another of the name Lon. Am I the first y t haue been periur'd so Ber. I could put thee in comfort not by two that I know Thou makest the triumphery the corner cap of societie The shape of Loues Tiburne that hangs vp simplicitie Lon. I feare these stubborn lines lack power to moue O sweet Maria Empresse of my Loue These numbers will I teare and write in prose Ber. O Rimes are gards on wanton Cupids hose Disfigure not his Shop Lon. This same shall goe He reades the Sonnet Did not the heauenly Rhetoricke of thine eye ' Gainst whom the world cannot hold argument Perswade my heart to this false periurie Vowes for thee broke deserue not punishment A woman I forswore but I will proue Thou being a Goddesse I forswore not thee My Vow was earthly thou a heauenly Loue. Thy grace being gain'd cures all disgrace in me Vowes are but breath and breath a vapour is Then thou faire Sun which on my earth doest shine Exhalest this vapor-vow in thee it is If broken then it is no fault of mine If by me broke What foole is not so wise To loose an oath to win a Paradise Ber. This is the liuer veine which makes flesh a deity A greene Goose a Coddesse pure pure Idolatry God amend vs God amend we are much out o' th' way Enter Dumaine Lon. By whom shall I send this company Stay Bero. All hid all hid an old infant play Like a demie God here sit I in the skie And wretched fooles secrets heedfully ore-eye More Sacks to the myll O heauens I haue my wish Dumaine transform'd foure Woodcocks in a dish Dum. O most diuine Kate. Bero. O most prophane coxcombe Dum. By heauen the wonder of a mortall eye Bero. By earth she is not corporall there you lye Dum. Her Amber haires for foule hath amber coted Ber. An Amber coloured Rauen was well noted Dum. As vpright as the Cedar Ber. Stoope I say her shoulder is with-child Dum. As faire as day Ber. I as some daies but then no sunne must shine Dum. O that I had my wish Lon. And I had mine Kin. And mine too good Lord. Ber. Amen so I had mine Is not that a good word Dum. I would forget her but a Feuer she Raignes in my bloud and will remembred be Ber. A Feuer in your bloud why then incision Would let her out in Sawcers sweet misprision Dum. Once more I le read the Ode that I haue writ Ber. Once more I le marke how Loue can varry Wit Dumane reades his Sonnet On a day alack the day Loue whose Month is euery May Spied a blossome passing faire Playing in the wanton ayre Through the Veluet leaues the winde All vnseene can passage finde That the Louer sicke to death Wish himselfe the heauens breath Ayre quoth he thy cheekes may blowe Ayre would I might triumph so But alacke my hand is sworne Nere to plucke thee from thy throne Vow alacke for youth vnmeete Youth so apt to plucke a sweet Doe not call it sinne in me That I am forsworne for thee Thou for whom loue would sweare Iuno but an Aethiop were And denie himselfe for Ioue Turning mortall for thy Loue. This will I send and something else more plaine That shall expresse my true-loues fasting paine O would the King Berowne and Longauill Were Louers too ill
key With pompe with triumph and with reuelling Enter Egeus and his daughter Hermia Lysander and Demetrius Ege Happy be Theseus our renowned Duke The. Thanks good Egeus what 's the news with thee Ege Full of vexation come I with complaint Against my childe my daughter Hermia Stand forth Dometrius My Noble Lord This man hath my consent to marrie her Stand forth Lysander And my gracious Duke This man hath bewitch'd the bosome of my childe Thou thou Lysander thou hast giuen her rimes And interchang'd loue-tokens with my childe Thou hast by Moone-light at her window sung With faining voice verses of faining loue And stolne the impression of her fantasie With bracelets of thy haire rings gawdes conceits Knackes trifles Nose-gaies sweet meats messengers Of strong preuailment in vnhardned youth With cunning hast thou filch'd my daughters heart Turn'd her obedience which is due to me To stubborne harshnesse And my gracious Duke Be it so she will not heere before your Grace Consent to marrie with Demetrius I beg the ancient priuiledge of Athens As she is mine I may dispose of her Which shall be either to this Gentleman Or to her death according to our Law Immediately prouided in that case The. What say you Hermia be aduis'd faire Maide To you your Father should be as a God One that compos'd your beauties yea and one To whom you are but as a forme in waxe By him imprinted and within his power To leaue the figure or disfigure it Demetrius is a worthy Gentleman Her So is Lysander The. In himselfe he is But in this kinde wanting your fathers voyce The other must be held the worthier Her I would my father look'd but with my eyes The. Rather your eies must with his iudgment looke Her I do entreat your Grace to pardon me I know not by what power I am made bold Nor how it may concerne my modestie In such a presence heere to pleade my thoughts But I beseech your Grace that I may know The worst that may befall me in this case If I refuse to wed Demetrius The. Either to dye the death or to abiure For euer the society of men Therefore faire Hermia question your desires Know of your youth examine well your blood Whether if you yeeld not to your fathers choice You can endure the liuerie of a Nunne For aye to be in shady Cloister mew'd To liue a barren sister all your life Chanting faint hymnes to the cold fruitlesse Moone Thrice blessed they that master so their blood To vndergo such maiden pilgrimage But earthlier happie is the Rose distil'd Then that which withering on the virgin thorne Growes liues and dies in single blessednesse Her So will I grow so liue so die my Lord Ere I will yeeld my virgin Patent vp Vnto his Lordship whose vnwished yoake My soule consents not to giue soueraignty The. Take time to pause and by the next new Moon The sealing day betwixt my loue and me For euerlasting bond of fellowship Vpon that day either prepare to dye For disobedience to your fathers will Or else to wed Demetrius as hee would Or on Dianaes Altar to protest For aie austerity and single life Dem. Relent sweet Hermia and Lysander yeelde Thy crazed title to my certaine right Lys You haue her fathers loue Demetrius Let me haue Hermiaes do you marry him Egeus Scornfull Lysander true he hath my Loue And what is mine my loue shall render him And she is mine and all my right of her I do estate vnto Demetrius Lys I am my Lord as well deriu'd as he As well possest my loue is more then his My fortunes euery way as fairely ranck'd If not with vantage as Demetrius And which is more then all these boasts can be I am belou'd of beauteous Hermia Why should not I then prosecute my right Demetrius I le auouch it to his head Made loue to Nedars daughter Helena And won her soule and she sweet Ladie dotes Deuoutly dotes dotes in Idolatry Vpon this spotted and inconstant man The. I must confesse that I haue heard so much And with Demetrius thought to haue spoke thereof But being ouer-full of selfe-affaires My minde did lose it But Demetrius come And come Egeus you shall go with me I haue some priuate schooling for you both For you faire Hermia looke you arme your selfe To fit your fancies to your Fathers will Or else the Law of Athens yeelds you vp Which by no meanes we may extenuate To death or to a vow of single life Come my Hippolita what cheare my loue Demetrius and Egeus go along I must imploy you in some businesse Against our nuptiall and conferre with you Of something neerely that concernes your selues Ege With dutie and desire we follow you Exeunt Manet Lysander and Hermia Lys How now my loue Why is your cheek so pale How chance the Roses there do fade so fast Her Belike for want of raine which I could well Beteeme them from the tempest of mine eyes Lys For ought that euer I could reade Could euer heare by tale or historie The course of true loue neuer did run smooth But either it was different in blood Her O crosse too high to be enthral'd to loue Lys Or else misgraffed in respect of yeares Her O spight too old to be ingag'd to yong Lys Or else it stood vpon the choise of merit Her O hell to choose loue by anothers eie Lys Or if there were a simpathie in choise Warre death or sicknesse did lay siege to it Making it momentarie as a sound Swift as a shadow short as any dreame Briefe as the lightning in the collied night That in a spleene vnfolds both heauen and earth And ere a man hath power to say behold The iawes of darknesse do deuoure it vp So quicke bright things come to confusion Her If then true Louers haue beene euer crost It stands as an edict in destinie Then let vs teach our triall patience Because it is a customarie crosse As due to loue as thoughts and dreames and sighes Wishes and teares poore Fancies followers Lys A good perswasion therefore heare me Hermia I haue a Widdow Aunt a dowager Of great reuennew and she hath â—o childe From Athens is her house remouâ— seuen leagues And she respects me as her onely sonne There gentle Hermia may I marrie thee And to that place the sharpe Athenian Law Cannot pursue vs. If thou lou'st me then Steale forth thy fathers house to morrow night And in the wood a league without the towne Where I did meete thee once with Helena To do obseruance for a morne of May There will I stay for thee Her My good Lysander I sweare to thee by Cupids strongest bow By his best arrow with the golden head By the simplicitie of Venus Doues By that which knitteth soules and prospers loue And by that fire which burn'd the Carthage Queene When the false Troyan vnder saile was seene By all the vowes that euer men haue broke In number more
neer'st of Kin Cry fie vpon my Graue Leo. I ne're heard yet That any of these bolder Vices wanted Lesse Impudence to gaine-say what they did Then to performe it first Her That 's true enough Though 't is a saying Sir not due to me Leo. You will not owne it Her More then Mistresse of Which comes to me in name of Fault I must not At all acknowledge For Polixenes With whom I am accus'd I doe confesse I lou'd him as in Honor he requir'd With such a kind of Loue as might become A Lady like me with a Loue euen such So and no other as your selfe commanded Which not to haue done I thinke had been in me Both Disobedience and Ingratitude To you and toward your Friend whose Loue had spoke Euen since it could speake from an Infant freely That it was yours Now for Conspiracie I know not how it tastes though it be dish'd For me to try how All I know of it Is that Camillo was an honest man And why he left your Court the Gods themselues Wotting no more then I are ignorant Leo. You knew of his departure as you know What you haue vnderta'ne to doe in 's absence Her Sir You speake a Language that I vnderstand not My Life stands in the leuell of your Dreames Which I le lay downe Leo. Your Actions are my Dreames You had a Bastard by Polixenes And I but dream'd it As you were past all shame Those of your Fact are so so past all truth Which to deny concernes more then auailes for as Thy Brat hath been cast out like to it selfe No Father owning it which is indeed More criminall in thee then it so thou Shalt feele out Iustice in whose easiest passage Looke for no lesse then death Her Sir spare your Threats The Bugge which you would fright me with I seeke To me can Life be no commoditie The crowne and comfort of my Life your Fauor I doe giue lost for I doe feele it gone But know not how it went My second Ioy And first Fruits of my body from his presence I am bar'd like one infectious My third comfort Star'd most vnluckily is from my breast The innocent milke in it most innocent mouth Hal'd out to murther My selfe on euery Post Proclaym'd a Strumpet With immodest hatred The Child-bed priuiledge deny'd which longs To Women of all fashion Lastly horried Here to this place i' th' open ayre before I haue got strength of limit Now my Liege Tell me what blessings I haue here aliue That I should feare to die Therefore proceed But yet heare this mistake me not no Life I prize it not a straw but for mine Honor Which I would free if I shall be condemn'd Vpon surmizes all proofes sleeping else But what your Iealousies awake I tell you 'T is Rigor and not Law Your Honors all I doe referre me to the Oracle Apollo be my Iudge Lord. This your request Is altogether iust therefore bring forth And in Apollo's Name his Oracle Her The Emperor of Russia was my Father Oh that he were aliue and here beholding His Daughters Tryall that he did but see The flatnesse of my miserie yet with eyes Of Pitty not Reuenge Officer You here shal sweare vpon this Sword of Iustice That you Cleomines and Dion haue Been both at Delphos and from thence haue brought This seal'd-vp Oracle by the Hand deliuer'd Of great Apollo's Priest and that since then You haue not dar'd to breake the holy Seale Nor read the Secrets in 't Cleo Dio. All this we sweare Leo. Breake vp the Seales and read Officer Hermione is chast Polixenes blamelesse Camillo a true Subiect Leontes a iealous Tyrant his innocent Babe truly begotten and the King shall liue without an Heire if that which is lost be not found Lords Now blessed be the great Apollo Her Praysed Leo Hast thou read truth Offic. I my Lord euen so as it is here set downe Leo. There is no truth at all i' th' Oracle The Sessions shall proceed this is meere falsehood Ser. My Lord the King the King Leo. What is the businesse Ser. O Sir I shall be hated to report it The Prince your Sonne with meere conceit and feare Of the Queenes speed is gone Leo. How gone Ser. Is dead Leo. Apollo's angry and the Heauens themselues Doe strike at my Iniustice How now there Paul This newes is mortall to the Queene Look downe And see what Death is doing Leo. Take her hence Her heart is but o're-charg'd she will recouer I haue too much beleeu'd mine owne suspition ' Beseech you tenderly apply to her Some remedies for life Apollo pardon My great prophanenesse ' gainst thine Oracle I le reconcile me to Polixenes New woe my Queene recall the good Camillo Whom I proclaime a man of Truth of Mercy For being transported by my Iealousies To bloody thoughts and to reuenge I chose Camillo for the minister to poyson My friend Polixenes which had been done But that the good mind of Camillo tardied My swift command though I with Death and with Reward did threaten and encourage him Not doing it and being done he most humane And fill'd with Honor to my Kingly Guest Vnclasp'd my practise quit his fortunes here Which you knew great and to the hazard Of all Incertainties himselfe commended No richer then his Honor How he glisters Through my Rust and how his Pietie Do's my deeds make the blacker Paul Woe the while O cut my Lace least my heart cracking it Breake too Lord. What fit is this good Lady Paul What studied torments Tyrant hast for me What Wheeles Racks Fires What flaying boyling In Leads or Oyles What old or newer Torture Must I receiue whose euery word deserues To taste of thy most worst Thy Tyranny Together working with thy Iealousies Fancies too weake for Boyes too greene and idle For Girles of Nine O thinke what they haue done And then run mad indeed starke-mad for all Thy by-gone fooleries were but spices of it That thou betrayed'st Polixenes 't was nothing That did but shew thee of a Foole inconstant And damnable ingratefull Nor was 't much Thou would'st haue poyson'd good Camillo's Honor To haue him kill a King poore Trespasses More monstrous standing by whereof I reckon The casting forth to Crowes thy Baby-daughter To be or none or little though a Deuill Would haue shed water out of fire ere don't Nor is' t directly layd to thee the death Of the young Prince whose honorable thoughts Thoughts high for one so tender cleft the heart That could conceiue a grosse and foolish Sire Blemish'd his gracious Dam this is not no Layd to thy answere but the last O Lords When I haue said cry woe the Queene the Oueene The sweet'st deer'st creature 's dead vengeance for 't Not drop'd downe yet Lord. The higher powres forbid Pau. I say she 's dead I le swear 't If word nor oath Preuaile not go and see if you can bring Tincture or lustre in her lip
her eye Heate outwardly or breath within I le serue you As I would do the Gods But O thou Tyrant Do not repent these things for they are heauier Then all thy woes can stirre therefore betake thee To nothing but dispaire A thousand knees Ten thousand yeares together naked fasting Vpon a barren Mountaine and still Winter In storme perpetuall could not moue the Gods To looke that way thou wer 't Leo. Go on go on Thou canst not speake too much I haue deseru'd All tongues to talke their bittrest Lord. Say no more How ere the businesse goes you haue made fault I ' th boldnesse of your speech Pau. I am sorry for 't All faults I make when I shall come to know them I do repent Alas I haue shew'd too much The rashnesse of a woman he is toucht To th' Noble heart What 's gone and what 's past helpe Should be past greefe Do not receiue affliction At my petition I beseech you rather Let me be punish'd that haue minded you Of what you should forget Now good my Liege Sir Royall Sir forgiue a foolish woman The loue I bore your Queene Lo foole againe I le speake of her no more nor of your Children I le not remember you of my owne Lord Who is lost too take your patience to you And I le say nothing Leo. Thou didst speake but well When most the truth which I receyue much better Then to be pittied of thee Prethee bring me To the dead bodies of my Queene and Sonne One graue shall be for both Vpon them shall The causes of their death appeare vnto Our shame perpetuall once a day I le visit The Chappell where they lye and teares shed there Shall be my recreation So long as Nature Will beare vp with this exercise so long I dayly vow to vse it Come and leade me To these sorrowes Exeunt Scaena Tertia Enter Antigonus a Marriner Babe Sheepeheard and Clowne Ant. Thou art perfect then our ship hath toucht vpon The Desarts of Bohemia Mar. I my Lord and feare We haue Landed in ill time the skies looke grimly And threaten present blusters In my conscience The heauens with that we haue in hand are angry And frowne vpon 's Ant. Their sacred wil 's be done go get a-boord Looke to thy barke I le not be long before I call vpon thee Mar. Make your best haste and go not Too-farre i' th Land 't is like to be lowd weather Besides this place is famous for the Creatures Of prey that keepe vpon 't Antig. Go thou away I le follow instantly Mar. I am glad at heart To be so ridde o' th businesse Exit Ant. Come poore babe I haue heard but not beleeu'd the Spirits o' th' dead May walke againe if such thing be thy Mother Appear'd to me last night for ne're was dreame So like a waking To me comes a creature Sometimes her head on one side some another I neuer saw a vessell of like sorrow So fill'd and so becomming in pure white Robes Like very sanctity she did approach My Cabine where I lay thrice bow'd before me And gasping to begin some speech her eyes Became two spouts the furie spent anon Did this breake from her Good Antigonus Since Fate against thy better disposition Hath made thy person for the Thower-out Of my poore babe according to thine oath Places remote enough are in Bohemia There weepe and leaue it crying and for the babe Is counted lost for euer Perdita I prethee call 't For this vngentle businesse Put on thee by my Lord thou ne're shalt see Thy Wife Paulina more and so with shrickes She melted into Ayre Affrighted much I did in time collect my selfe and thought This was so and no slumber Dreames are toyes Yet for this once yea superstitiously I will be squar'd by this I do beleeue Hermione hath suffer'd death and that Apollo would this being indeede the issue Of King Polixenes it should heere be laide Either for life or death vpon the earth Of it's right Father Blossome speed thee well There lye and there thy charracter there these Which may if Fortune please both breed thee pretty And still rest thine The storme beginnes poore wretch That for thy mothers fault art thus expos'd To losse and what may follow Weepe I cannot But my heart bleedes and most accurst am I To be by oath enioyn'd to this Farewell The day frownes more and more thou' rt like to haue A lullabie too rough I neuer saw The heauens so dim by day A sauage clamor Well may I get a-boord This is the Chace I am gone for euer Exit pursued by a Beare Shep. I would there were no age betweene ten and three and twenty or that youth would sleep out the rest for there is nothing in the betweene but getting wenches with childe wronging the Auncientry stealing fighting hearke you now would any but these boylde-braines of nineteene and two and twenty hunt this weather They haue scarr'd away two of my best Sheepe which I feare the Wolfe will sooner finde then the Maister if any where I haue them 't is by the sea-side brouzing of Iuy Good-lucke and 't be thy will what haue we heere Mercy on 's a Barne A very pretty barne A boy or a Childe I wonder A pretty one a verie prettie one sure some Scape Though I am not bookish yet I can reade Waiting-Gentlewoman in the scape this has beene some staire-worke some Trunke-worke some behinde-doore worke they were warmer that got this then the poore Thing is heere I le take it vp for pity yet I le tarry till my sonne come he hallow'd but euen now Whoa-ho-hoa Enter Clowne Clo. Hilloa loa Shep. What art so neere If thou 'lt see a thing to talke on when thou art dead and rotten come hither what ayl'st thou man Clo. I haue seene two such sights by Sea by Land but I am not to say it is a Sea for it is now the skie betwixt the Firmament and it you cannot thrust a bodkins point Shep. Why boy how is it Clo. I would you did but see how it chases how it rages how it takes vp the shore but that 's not to the point Oh the most pitteous cry of the poore soules sometimes to see 'em and not to see 'em Now the Shippe boaring the Moone with her maine Mast and anon swallowed with yest and froth as you 'ld thrust a Corke into a hogshead And then for the Land-seruice to see how the Beare tore out his shoulder-bone how he cride to mee for helpe and said his name was Antigonus a Nobleman But to make an end of the Ship to see how the Sea flapdragon'd it but first how the poore soules roared and the sea mock'd them and how the poore Gentleman roared and the Beare mock'd him both roaring lowder then the sea or weather Shep. Name of mercy when was this boy Clo. Now now I haue not wink'd since I saw these sights the men are not yet
desires I am friend to them and you Vpon which Errand I now goe toward him therefore follow me And marke what way I make Come good my Lord. Exeunt Scoena Secunda Enter Autolicus and a Gentleman Aut. Beseech you Sir were you present at this Relation Gent. 1. I was by at the opening of the Farthell heard the old Shepheard deliuer the manner how he found it Whereupon after a little amazednesse we were all commanded out of the Chamber onely this me thought I heard the Shepheard say he found the Child Aut. I would most gladly know the issue of it Gent. 1. I make a broken deliuerie of the Businesse but the changes I perceiued in the King and Camillo were very Notes of admiration they seem'd almost with staring on one another to teare the Cases of their Eyes There was speech in their dumbnesse Language in their very gesture they look'd as they had heard of a World â—ansom'd or one destroyed a notable passion of Wonder appeared in them but the wisest beholder that knew no more but seeing could not say if th' importance were Iâ—y or Sorrow but in the extremitie of the one it must needs be Enter another Gentleman Here comes a Gentleman that happily knowes more The Newes Rogero Gent. 2. Nothing but Bon-fires the Oracle is fulfill'd the Kings Daughter is found such a deale of wonder is broken out within this houre that Ballad-makers cannot be able to expresse it Enter another Gentleman Here comes the Lady Paulina's Steward hee can deliuer you more How goes it now Sir This Newes which is call'd true is so like an old Tale that the veritie of it is in strong suspition Ha's the King found his Heire Gent. 3. Most true if euer Truth were pregnant by Circumstance That which you heare you 'le sweare you see there is such vnitie in the proofes The Mantle of Queene Hermiones her Iewell about the Neck of it the Letters of Antigonus found with it which they know to be his Character the Maiestie of the Creature in resemblance of the Mother the Affection of Noblenesse which Nature shewes aboue her Breeding and many other Euidences proclayme her with all certaintie to be the Kings Daughter Did you see the meeting of the two Kings Gent. 2. No. Gent. 3. Then haue you lost a Sight which was to bee seene cannot bee spoken of There might you haue beheld one Ioy crowne another so and in such manner that it seem'd Sorrow wept to take leaue of them for their Ioy waded in teares There was casting vp of Eyes holding vp of Hands with Countenance of such distraction that they were to be knowne by Garment not by Fauor Our King being ready to leape out of himselfe for ioy of his found Daughter as if that Ioy were now become a Losse cryes Oh thy Mother thy Mother then askes Bohemia forgiuenesse then embraces his Sonne-in-Law then againe worryes he his Daughter with clipping her Now he thanks the old Shepheard which stands by like a Weather-bitten Conduit of many Kings Reignes I neuer heard of such another Encounter which lames Report to follow it and vndo's description to doe it Gent. 2. What 'pray you became of Antigonus that carryed hence the Child Gent. 3. Like an old Tale still which will haue matter to rehearse though Credit be asleepe and not an eare open he was torne to pieces with a Beare This auouches the Shepheards Sonne who ha's not onely his Innocence which seemes much to iustifie him but a Hand-kerchief and Rings of his that Paulina knowes Gent. 1. What became of his Barke and his Followers Gent. 3. Wrackt the same instant of their Masters death and in the view of the Shepheard so that all the Instruments which ayded to expose the Child were euen then loft when it was found But oh the Noble Combat that 'twixt Ioy and Sorrow was fought in Paulina Shee had one Eye declin'd for the losse of her Husband another eleuated that the Oracle was fulfill'd Shee lifted the Princesse from the Earth and so locks her in embracing as if shee would pin her to her heart that shee might no more be in danger of loosing Gent. 1. The Dignitie of this Act was worth the audience of Kings and Princes for by such was it acted Gent. 3. One of the prettyest touches of all and that which angl'd for mine Eyes caught the Water though not the Fish was when at the Relation of the Queenes death with the manner how shee came to 't brauely confess'd and lamented by the King how attentiuenesse wounded his Daughter till from one signe of dolour to another shee did with an Alas I would faine say bleed Teares for I am sure my heart wept blood Who was most Marble there changed colour some swownded all sorrowed if all the World could haue seen 't the Woe had beene vniuersall Gent. 1. Are they returned to the Court Gent. 3. No The Princesse hearing of her Mothers Statue which is in the keeping of Paulina a Peece many yeeres in doing and now newly perform'd by that rare Italian Master Iulio Romaeno who had he himselfe Eternitie and could put Breath into his Worke would beguile Nature of her Custome so perfectly he is her Ape He so neere to Hermione hath done Hermione that they say one would speake to her and stand in hope of answer Thither with all greedinesse of affection are they gone and there they intend to Sup. Gent. 2. I thought she had some great matter there in hand for shee hath priuately twice or thrice a day euer since the death of Hermione visited that remoued House Shall wee thither and with our companie peece the Reioycing Gent. 1. Who would be thence that ha's the benefit of Accesse euery winke of an Eye some new Grace will be borne our Absence makes vs vnthriftie to our Knowledge Let 's along Exit Aut. Now had I not the dash of my former life in me would Preferment drop on my head I brought the old man and his Sonne aboord the Prince told him I heard them talke of a Farthell and I know not what but he at that time ouer-fond of the Shepheards Daughter so he then tooke her to be who began to be much Sea-sick and himselfe little better extremitie of Weather continuing this Mysterie remained vndiscouer'd But 't is all one to me for had I beene the finder-out of this Secret it would not haue rellish'd among my other discredits Enter Shepheard and Clowne Here come those I haue done good to against my will and alreadie appearing in the blossomes of their Fortune Shep. Come Boy I am past moe Children but thy Sonnes and Daughters will be all Gentlemen borne Clow. You are well met Sir you deny'd to fight with mee this other day because I was no Gentleman borne See you these Clothes say you see them not and thinke me still no Gentleman borne You were best say these Robes are not Gentlemen borne Giue me the Lye doe and try whether I
my tong speaks my right drawn sword may proue Mow. Let not my cold words heere accuse my zeale 'T is not the triall of a Womans warre The bitter clamour of two eager tongues Can arbitrate this cause betwixt vs twaine The blood is hot that must be cool'd for this Yet can I not of such tame patience boast As to be husht and nought at all to say First the faire reuerence of your Highnesse curbes mee From giuing reines and spurres to my free speech Which else would post vntill it had return'd These tearmes of treason doubly downe his throat Setting aside his high bloods royalty And let him be no Kinsman to my Liege I do defie him and I spit at him Call him a slanderous Coward and a Villaine Which to maintaine I would allow him oddes And meete him were I tide to runne afoote Euen to the frozen ridges of the Alpes Or any other ground inhabitable Where euer Englishman durst set his foote Meane time let this defend my loyaltie By all my hopes most falsely doth he lie Bul. Pale trembling Coward there I throw my gage Disclaiming heere the kindred of a King And lay aside my high bloods Royalty Which feare not reuerence makes thee to except If guilty dread hath left thee so much strength As to take vp mine Honors pawne then stoope By that and all the rites of Knight-hood else Will I make good against thee arme to arme What I haue spoken or thou canst deuise Mow. I take it vp and by that sword I sweare Which gently laid my Knight-hood on my shoulder I le answer thee in any faire degree Or Chiualrous designe of knightly triall And when I mount aliue may I not light If I be Traitor or vniustly fight King What doth our Cosin lay to Mowbraies charge It must be great that can inherite vs So much as of a thought of ill in him Bul. Looke what I said my life shall proue it true That Mowbray hath receiu'd eight thousand Nobles 〈◊〉 â—ame of lendings for your Highnesse Soldiers â—e which he hath detain'd for lewd employments like a false Traitor and inuirious Villaine Besides I say and will in battaile proue Or heere or elsewhere to the furthest Verge That euer was suruey'd by English eye That all the Treasons for these eighteene yeeres Complotted and contriued in this Land Fetch'd from false Mowbray their first head and spring Further I say and further will maintaine Vpon his bad life to make all this good That he did plot the Duke of Glousters death Suggest his soone beleeuing aduersaries And consequently like a Traitor Coward Sluc'd out his innocent soule through streames of blood Which blood like sacrificing Abels cries Euen from the toonglesse cauernes of the earth To me for iustice and rough chasticement And by the glorious worth of my discent This arme shall do it or this life be spent King How high a pitch his resolution soares Thomas of Norfolke what sayest thou to this Mow. Oh let my Soueraigne turne away his face And bid his eares a little while be deafe Till I haue told this slander of his blood How God and good men hate so foule a lyar King Mowbray impartiall are our eyes and eares Were he my brother nay our kingdomes heyre As he is but my fathers brothers sonne Now by my Scepters awe I make a vow Such neighbour-neerenesse to our sacred blood Should nothing priuiledge him nor partialize The vn-stooping firmenesse of my vpright soule He is our subiect Mowbray so art thou Free speech and fearelesse I to thee allow Mow. Then Bullingbrooke as low as to thy heart Through the false passage of thy throat thou lyest Three parts of that receipt I had for Callice Disburst I to his Highnesse souldiers The other part reseru'd I by consent For that my Soueraigne Liege was in my debt Vpon remainder of a deere Accompt Since last I went to France to fetch his Queene Now swallow downe that Lye For Glousters death I slew him not but to mine owne disgrace Neglected my sworne duty in that case For you my noble Lord of Lancaster The honourable Father to my foe Once I did lay an ambush for your life A trespasse that doth vex my greeued soule But ere I last receiu'd the Sacrament I did confesse it and exactly begg'd Your Graces pardon and I hope I had it This is my fault as for the rest appeal'd It issues from the rancour of a Villaine A recreant and most degenerate Traitor Which in my selfe I boldly will defend And interchangeably hurle downe my gage Vpon this ouer-weening Traitors foote To proue my selfe a loyall Gentleman Euen in the best blood chamber'd in his bosome In hast whereof most heartily I pray Your Highnesse to assigne our Triall day King Wrath-kindled Gentlemen be rul'd by me Let 's purge this choller without letting blood This we prescribe though no Physition Deepe malice makes too deepe incision Forget forgiue conclude and be agreed Our Doctors say This is no time to bleed Good Vnckle let this end where it begun Wee 'l calme the Duke of Norfolke you your son Gaunt To be a make-peace shall become my age Throw downe my sonne the Duke of Norfolkes gage King And Norfolke throw downe hiâ— Gaunt When Harris when Obedience bids Obedience bids I should not bid agen King Norfolke throw downe we bidde there is no boote Mow. My selfe I throw dread Soueraigne at thy foot My life thou shalt command but not my shame The one my dutie owes but my faire name Despight of death that liues vpon my graue To darke dishonours vse thou shalt not haue I am disgrac'd impeach'd and baffel'd heere Pierc'd to the soule with slanders venom'd speare The which no balme can cure but his heart blood Which breath'd this poyson King Rage must be withstood Giue me his gage Lyons make Leopards tame Mo. Yea but not change his spots take but my shaâ— And I resigne my gage My deere deere Lord The purest treasure mortall times afford Is spotlesse reputation that away Men are but gilded loame or painted clay A Iewell in a ten times barr'd vp Chest Is a bold spirit in a loyall brest Mine Honor is my life both grow in one Take Honor from me and my life is done Then deere my Liege mine Honor let me trie In that I liue and for that will I die King Coosin throw downe your gage Do you begin Bul. Oh heauen defend my soule from such foule sin Shall I seeme Crest-falne in my fathers sight Or with pale beggar-feare impeach my hight Before this out-dar'd dastard Ere my toong Shall wound mine honor with such feeble wrong Or sound so base a parle my teeth shall teare The slauish motiue of recanting feare And spit it bleeding in his high disgrace Where shame doth harbour euen in Mowbrayes face Exit Gaunt King We were not borne to sue but to command Which since we cannot do to make you friends Be readie as your liues shall answer
pilgrimage Thy word is currant with him for my death But dead thy kingdome cannot buy my breath Ric. Thy sonne is banish'd vpon good aduice Whereto thy tongue a party-verdict gaue Why at our Iustice seem'st thou then to lowre Gau. Things sweet to tast proue in digestion sowre You vrg'd me as a Iudge but I had rather you would haue bid me argue like a Father Alas I look'd when some of you should say I was too strict to make mine owne away But you gaue leaue to my vnwilling tong Against my will to do my selfe this wrong Rich. Cosine farewell and Vncle bid him so Six yeares we banish him and he shall go Exit Flourish Au. Cosine farewell what presence must not know From where you do remaine let paper show Mar. My Lord no leaue take I for I will ride As farre as land will let me by your side Gaunt Oh to what purpose dost thou hord thy words That thou teturnst no greeting to thy friends Bull. I haue too few to take my leaue of you When the tongues office should be prodigall To breath th' abundant dolour of the heart Gau. Thy greefe is but thy absence for a time Bull. Ioy absent greefe is present for that time Gau. What is sixe Winters they are quickely gone Bul. To men in ioy but greefe makes one houre ten Gau. Call it a trauell that thou tak'st for pleasure Bul. My heart will sigh when I miscall it so Which findes it an inforced Pilgrimage Gau. The sullen passage of thy weary steppes Esteeme a soyle wherein thou art to set The precious Iewell of thy home returne Bul. Oh who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frostie Caucasus Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite by bare imagination of a Feast Or Wallow naked in December snow by thinking on fantasticke summers heate Oh no the apprehension of the good Giues but the greater feeling to the worse Fell sorrowes tooth doth euer ranckle more Then when it bites but lanceth not the sore Gau. Come come my son I le bring thee on thy way Had I thy youth and cause I would not stay Bul. Then Englands ground farewell sweet soil adieu My Mother and my Nurse which beares me yet Where ere I wander boast of this I can Though banish'd yet a true-borne Englishman Scoena Quarta Enter King Aumerle Greene and Bagot Rich. We did obserue Cosine Aumerle How far brought you high Herford on his way Aum. I brought high Herford if you call him so but to the next high way and there I left him Rich. And say what store of parting tears were shed Aum. Faith none for me except the Northeast wind Which then grew bitterly against our face Awak'd the sleepie rhew me and so by chance Did grace our hollow parting with a teare Rich. What said our Cosin when you parted with him Au. Farewell and for my hart disdained y t my tongue Should so prophane the word that taught me craft To counterfeit oppression of such greefe That word seem'd buried in my sorrowes graue Marry would the word Farwell haue lengthen'd houres And added yeeres to his short banishment He should haue had a volume of Farwels but since it would not he had none of me Rich. He is our Cosin Cosin but 't is doubt When time shall call him home from banishment Whether our kinsman come to see his friends Our selfe and Bushy heere Bagot and Greene Obseru'd his Courtship to the common people How he did seeme to diue into their hearts With humble and familiat courtesie What reuerence he did throw away on slaues Wooing poore Craftes-men with the craft of soules And patient vnder-bearing of his Fortune As 't were to banish their affects with him Off goes his bonnet to an Oyster-wench A brace of Dray-men bid God speed him well And had the tribute of his supple knee With thankes my Countrimen my louing friends As were our England in reuersion his And he our subiects next degree in hope Gr. Well he is gone with him go these thoughts Now for the Rebels which stand out in Ireland Expedient manage must be made my Liege Ere further leysure yeeld them further meanes For their aduantage and your Highnesse losse Ric. We will our selfe in person to this warre And for our Coffers with too great a Court And liberall Largesse are growne somewhat light We are inforc'd to farme our royall Realme The Reuennew whereof shall furnish vs For our affayres in hand if that come short Our Substitutes at home shall haue Blanke-charters Whereto when they shall know what men are rich They shall subscribe them for large summes of Gold And send them after to supply our wants For we will make for Ireland presently Enter Bushy Bushy what newes Bu. Old Iohn of Gaunt is verie sicke my Lord Sodainly taken and hath sent post haste To entreat your Maiesty to visit him Ric. Where lyes he Bu. At Ely house Ric. Now put it heauen in his Physitians minde To helpe him to his graue immediately The lining of his coffers shall make Coates To decke our souldiers for these Irish warres Come Gentlemen let 's all go visit him Pray heauen we may make hast and come too late Exit Actus Secundus Scena Prima Enter Gaunt sicke with Yorke Gau. Will the King come that I may breath my last In wholsome counsell to his vnstaid youth Yor. Vex not your selfe nor striue not with your breth For all in vaine comes counsell to his eare Gau. Oh but they say the tongues of dying men Inforce attention like deepe harmony Where words are scarse they are seldome spent in vaine For they breath truth that breath their words in paine He that no more must say is listen'd more Then they whom youth and ease haue taught to glose More are mens ends markt then their liues before The setting Sun and Musicke is the close As the last taste of sweetes is sweetest last Writ in remembrance more then things long past Though Richard my liues counsell would not heare My deaths sad tale may yet vndeafe his eare Yor. No it is stopt with other flatt'ring sounds As praises of his state then there are sound Lascâ—ious Meeters to whose venom sound The open eare of youth doth alwayes listen Report of fashions in proud Italy Whose manners still our tardie apish Nation Limpes after in base imitation Where doth the world thrust forth a vanity So it be new there 's no respect how vile That is not quickly buz'd into his eares That all too late comes counsell to be heard Where will doth mutiny with wits regard Direct not him whose way himselfe will choose T is breath thou lackst and that breath wilt thou loose Gaunt Me thinkes I am a Prophet new inspir'd And thus expiring do foretell of him His rash fierce blaze of Ryot cannot last For violent fires soone burne out themselues Small showres last long but sodaine stormes are short He tyres betimes that spurs too
North. Sorrow and griefe of heart Makes him speake fondly like a frantick man Yet he is come Bull. Stand all apart And shew faire dutie to his Maiestie My gracious Lord. Rich. Faire Cousin You debase your Princely Knee To make the base Earth prowd with kissing it Me rather had my Heart might feele your Loue Then my vnpleas'd Eye see your Courtesie Vp Cousin vp your Heart is vp I know Thus high at least although your Knee below Bull. My gracious Lord I come but for mine owne Rich. Your owne is yours and I am yours and all Bull. So farre be mine my most redoubted Lord As my true seruice shall deserue your loue Rich. Well you deseru'd They well deserue to haue That know the strong'st and surest way to get Vnckle giue me your Hand nay drie your Eyes Teares shew their Loue but want their Remedies Cousin I am too young to be your Father Though you are old enough to be my Heire What you will haue I le giue and willing to For doe we must what force will haue vs doe Set on towards London Cousin is it so Bull. Yea my good Lord. Rich. Then I must not say no. Flourish Exeunt Scena Quarta Enter the Queene and two Ladies Qu. What sport shall we deuise here in this Garden To driue away the heauie thought of Care La. Madame wee 'le play at Bowles Qu. 'T will make me thinke the World is full of Rubs And that my fortune runnes against the Byas La. Madame wee 'le Dance Qu. My Legges can keepe no measure in Delight When my poore Heart no measure keepes in Griefe Therefore no Dancing Girle some other sport La. Madame wee 'le tell Tales Qu. Of Sorrow or of Griefe La. Of eyther Madame Qu. Of neyther Girle For if of Ioy being altogether wanting It doth remember me the more of Sorrow Or if of Griefe being altogether had It addes more Sorrow to my want of Ioy For what I haue I need not to repeat And what I want it bootes not to complaine La. Madame I le sing Qu. 'T is well that thou hast cause But thou should'st please me better would'st thou weepe La. I could weepe Madame would it doe you good Qu. And I could sing would weeping doe me good And neuer borrow any Teare of thee Enter a Gardiner and two Seruants But stay here comes the Gardiners Let 's step into the shadow of these Trees My wretchednesse vnto a Rowe of Pinnes They 'le talke of State for euery one doth so Against a Change Woe is fore-runne with Woe Gard. Goe binde thou vp yond dangling Apricocks Which like vnruly Children make their Syre Stoupe with oppression of their prodigall weight Giue some supportance to the bending twigges Goe thou and like an Executioner Cut off the heads of too fast growing sprayes That looke too loftie in our Common-wealth All must be euen in our Gouernment You thus imploy'd I will goe root away The noysome Weedes that without profit sucke The Soyles fertilitie from wholesome flowers Ser. Why should we in the compasse of a Pale Keepe Law and Forme and due Proportion Shewing as in a Modell our firme Estate When our Sea-walled Garden the whole Land Is full of Weedes her fairest Flowers choakt vp Her Fruit-trees all vnpruin'd her Hedges ruin'd Her Knots disorder'd and her wholesome Hearbes Swarming with Caterpillers Gard. Hold thy peace He that hath suffer'd this disorder'd Spring Hath now himselfe met with the Fall of Leafe The Weeds that his broad-spreading Leaues did shelter That seem'd in eating him to hold him vp Are pull'd vp Root and all by Bullingbrooke I meane the Earle of Wiltshire Bushie Greene. Ser. What are they dead Gard. They are And Bullingbrooke hath seiz'd the wastefull King Oh what pitty is it that he had not so trim'd And drest his Land as we this Garden at time of yeare And wound the Barke the skin of our Fruit-trees Least being ouer-proud with Sap and Blood With too much riches it confound it selfe Had he done so to great and growing men They might haue liu'd to beare and he to taste Their fruites of dutie Superfluous branches We lop away that bearing boughes may liue Had he done so himselfe had borne the Crowne Which waste and idle houres hath quite thrown downe Ser. What thinke you the King shall be depos'd Gar. Deprest he is already and depos'd 'T is doubted he will be Letters came last night To a deere Friend of the Duke of Yorkes That tell blacke tydings Qu. Oh I am prest to death through want of speaking Thou old Adams likenesse set to dresse this Garden How dares thy harsh rude tongue sound this vnpleasing newes What Eue what Serpent hath suggested thee To make a second fall of cursed man Why do'st thou say King Richard is depos'd Dar'st thou thou little better thing then earth Diuine his downfall Say where when and how Cam'st thou by this ill-tydings Speake thou wretch Gard. Pardon me Madam Little ioy haue I To breath these newes yet what I say is true King Richard he is in the mighty hold Of Bullingbrooke their Fortunes both are weigh'd In your Lords Scale is nothing but himselfe And some few Vanities that make him light But in the Ballance of great Bullingbrooke Besides himselfe are all the English Peeres And with that oddes he weighes King Richard downe Poste you to London and you 'l finde it so I speake no more then euery one doth know Qu. Nimble mischance that art so light of foote Doth not thy Embassage belong to me And am I last that knowes it Oh thou think'st To serue me last that I may longest keepe Thy sorrow in my breast Come Ladies goe To meet at London Londons King in woe What was I borne to this that my sad looke Should grace the Triumph of great Bullingbrooke Gard'ner for telling me this newes of woe I would the Plants thou graft'st may neuer grow Exit G Poore Queen so that thy State might be no worse I would my skill were subiect to thy curse Heere did she drop a teare heere in this place I le set a Banke of Rew sowre Herbe of Grace Rue eu'n for ruth heere shortly shall be seene In the remembrance of a Weeping Queene Exit Actus Quartus Scoena Prima Enter as to the Parliament Bullingbrooke Aumerle Northumberland Percie Fitz-Water Surroy Carlile Abbot of Westminster Herauld Officers and Bagot Bullingbrooke Call forth Bagot Now Bagot freely speake thy minde What thou do'st know of Noble Glousters death Who wrought it with the King and who perform'd The bloody Office of his Timelesse end Bag. Then set before my face the Lord Aumerle Bul. Cosin stand forth and looke vpon that man Bag. My Lord Aumerle I know your daring tongue Scornes to vnsay what it hath once deliuer'd In that dead time when Glousters death was plotted I heard you say Is not my arme of length That reacheth from the restfull English Court As farre as Callis to my
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
As thou art Knight neuer to disobey Nor be Rebellious to the Crowne of England Thou nor thy Nobles to the Crowne of England So now dismisse your Army when ye please Hang vp your Ensignes let your Drummes be still For heere we entertaine a solemne peace Exeunt Actus Quintus Enter Suffolke in conference with the King Glocester and Exeter King Your wondrous rare description noble Earle Of beauteous Margaret hath astonish'd me Her vertues graced with externall gifts Do breed Loues setled passions in my heart And like as rigour of tempestuous gustes Prouokes the mightiest Hulke against the tide So am I driuen by breath of her Renowne Either to suffer Shipwracke or arriue Where I may haue fruition of her Loue. Suf. Tush my good Lord this superficiall tale Is but a preface of her worthy praise The cheefe perfections of that louely Dame Had I sufficient skill to vtter them Would make a volume of inticing lines Able to rauish any dull conceit And which is more she is not so Diuine So full repleate with choice of all delights But with as humble lowlinesse of minde She is content to be at your command Command I meane of Vertuous chaste intents To Loue and Honor Henry as her Lord. King And otherwise will Henry ne're presume Therefore my Lord Protector giue consent That Marg'ret may be Englands Royall Queene Glo. So should I giue consent to flatter sinne You know my Lord your Highnesse is betroath'd Vnto another Lady of esteeme How shall we then dispense with that contract And not deface your Honor with reproach Suf. As doth a Ruler with vnlawfull Oathes Or one that at a Triumph hauing vow'd To try his strength forsaketh yet the Listes By reason of his Aduersaries oddes A poore Earles daughter is vnequall oddes And therefore may be broâ—e without offence Gloucester Why what I pray is Margaret more then that Her Father is no better than an Earle Although in glorious Titles he excell Suf. Yes my Lord her Father is a King The King of Naples and Ierusalem And of such great Authoritie in France As his alliance will confirme our peace And keepe the Frenchmen in Allegeance Glo. And so the Earle of Arminacke may doe Because he is neere Kinsman vnto Charles Exet. Beside his wealth doth warrant a liberal dower Where Reignier sooner will receyue than giue Suf. A Dowre my Lords Disgrace not so your King That he should be so abiect base and poore To choose for wealth and not for perfect Loue. Henry is able to enrich his Queene And not to seeke a Queene to make him rich So worthlesse Pezants bargaine for their Wiues As Market men for Oxen Sheepe or Horse Marriage is a matter of more worth Then to be dealt in by Atturney-ship Not whom we will but whom his Grace affects Must be companion of his Nuptiall bed And therefore Lords since he affects her most Most of all these reasons bindeth vs In our opinions she should be preferr'd For what is wedloeke forced but a Hell An Age of discord and continuall strife Whereas the contrarie bringeth blisse And is a patterne of Celestiall peace Whom should we match with Henry being a King But Margaret that is daughter to a King Her peerelesse feature ioyned with her birth Approues her sit for none but for a King Her valiant courage and vndaunted spirit More then in women commonly is seene Will answer our hope in issue of a King For Henry sonne vnto a Conqueror Is likely to beget more Conquerors If with a Lady of so high resolue As is faire Margaret he be link'd in loue Then yeeld my Lords and heere conclude with mee That Margaret shall be Queene and none but shee King Whether it be through force of your report My Noble Lord of Suffolke Or for that My tender youth was neuer yet attaint With any passion of inflaming Ioue I cannot tell but this I am assur'd I feele such sharpe dissention in my breast Such fierce alarums both of Hope and Feare As I am sicke with working of my thoughts Take therefore shipping poste my Lord to France Agree to any couenants and procure That Lady Margaret do vouchsafe to come To crosse the Seas to England and be crown'd King Henries faithfull and annointed Queene For your expences and sufficient charge Among the people gather vp a tenth Be gone I say for till you do returne I rest perplexed with a thousand Cares And you good Vnckle banish all offence If you do censure me by what you were Not what you are I know it will excuse This sodaine execution of my will And so conduct me where from company I may reuolue and ruminate my greefe Exit Glo. I greefe I feare me both at first and last Exit Glocester Suf. Thus Suffolke hath preuail'd and thus he goes As did the youthfull Paris once to Greece With hope to finde the like euent in loue But prosper better than the Troian did Margaret shall now be Queene and rule the King But I will rule both her the King and Realme Exit FINIS The second Part of Henry the Sixt with the death of the Good Duke HVMFREY Actus Primus Scoena Prima Flourish of Trumpets Then Hoboyes Enter King Duke Humfrey Salisbury Warwicke and Beauford on the one side The Queene Suffolke Yorke Somerset and Buckingham on the other Suffolke AS by your high Imperiall Maiesty I had in charge at my depart for France As Procurator to your Excellence To marry Princes Margaret for your Grace So in the Famous Ancient City Toures In presence of the Kings of France and Sicill The Dukes of Orleance Calaber Britaigne and Alanson Seuen Earles twelue Barons twenty reuerend Bishops I haue perform'd my Taske and was espous'd And humbly now vpon my bended knee In sight of England and her Lordly Peeres Deliuer vp my Title in the Queene To your most gracious hands that are the Substance Of that great Shadow I did represent The happiest Gift that euer Marquesse gaue The Fairest Queene that euer King receiu'd King Suffolke arise Welcome Queene Margaret I can expresse no kinder signe of Loue Then this kinde kisse O Lord that lends me life Lend me a heart repleate with thankfulnesse For thou hast giuen me in this beauteous Face A world of earthly blessings to my soule If Simpathy of Loue vnite our thoughts Queen Great King of England my gracious Lord The mutuall conference that my minde hath had By day by night waking and in my dreames In Courtly company or at my Beades With you mine Alder liefest Soueraigne Makes me the bolder to salute my King With ruder termes such as my wit affoords And ouer ioy of heart doth minister King Her sight did rauish but her grace in Speech Her words yclad with wisedomes Maiesty Makes me from Wondring fall to Weeping ioyes Such is the Fulnesse of my hearts content Lords with one cheerefull voice Welcome my Loue. All kneel Long liue Qu. Margaret Englands happines Queene We thanke
engyrt with miserie For what 's more miserable then Discontent Ah Vnckle Humfrey in thy face I see The Map of Honor Truth and Loyaltie And yet good Humfrey is the houre to come That ere I prou'd thee false or fear'd thy faith What lowring Starre now enuies thy estate That these great Lords and Margaret our Queene Doe seeke subuersion of thy harmelesse Life Thou neuer didst them wrong nor no man wrong And as the Butcher takes away the Calfe And binds the Wretch and beats it when it strayes Bearing it to the bloody Slaughter-house Euen so remorselesse haue they borne him hence And as the Damme runnes lowing vp and downe Looking the way her harmelesse young one went And can doe naught but wayle her Darlings losse Euen so my selfe bewayles good Glosters case With sad vnhelpefull teares and with dimn'd eyes Looke after him and cannot doe him good So mightie are his vowed Enemies His fortunes I will weepe and 'twixt each groane Say who 's a Traytor Gloster he is none Exit Queene Free Lords Cold Snow melts with the Sunnes hot Beames Henry my Lord is cold in great Affaires Too full of foolish pittie and Glosters shew Beguiles him as the mournefull Crocodile With sorrow snares relenting passengers Or as the Snake roll'd in a flowring Banke With shining checker'd slough doth sting a Child That for the beautie thinkes it excellent Beleeue me Lords were none more wise then I And yet herein I iudge mine owne Wit good This Gloster should be quickly rid the World To rid vs from the feare we haue of him Card. That he should dye is worthie pollicie But yet we want a Colour for his death 'T is meet he be condemn'd by course of Law Suff. But in my minde that were no pollicie The King will labour still to saue his Life The Commons haply rise to saue his Life And yet we haue but triuiall argument More then mistrust that shewes him worthy death Yorke So that by this you would not haue him dye Suff. Ah Yorke no man aliue so faine as I. Yorke 'T is Yorke that hath more reason for his death But my Lord Cardinall and you my Lord of Suffolke Say as you thinke and speake it from your Soules Wer 't not all one an emptie Eagle were set To guard the Chicken from a hungry Kyte As place Duke Humfrey for the Kings Protector Queene So the poore Chicken should be sure of death Suff. Madame 't is true and wer 't not madnesse then To make the Fox surueyor of the Fold Who being accus'd a craftie Murtherer His guilt should be but idly posted ouer Because his purpose is not executed No let him dye in that he is a Fox By nature prou'd an Enemie to the Flock Before his Chaps be stayn'd with Crimson blood As Humfrey prou'd by Reasons to my Liege And doe not stand on Quillets how to slay him Be it by Gynnes by Snares by Subtletie Sleeping or Waking 't is no matter how So he be dead for that is good deceit Which mates him first that first intends deceit Queene Thrice Noble Suffolke 't is resolutely spoke Suff. Not resolute except so much were done For things are often spoke and seldome meant But that my heart accordeth with my tongue Seeing the deed is meritorious And to preserue my Soueraigne from his Foe Say but the word and I will be his Priest Card. But I would haue him dead my Lord of Suffolke Ere you can take due Orders for a Priest Say you consent and censure well the deed And I le prouide his Executioner I tender so the safetie of my Liege Suff. Here is my Hand the deed is worthy doing Queene And so say I. Yorke And I and now we three haue spoke it It skills not greatly who impugnes our doome Enter a Poste Post Great Lords from Ireland am I come amaine To signifie that Rebels there are vp And put the Englishmen vnto the Sword Send Succours Lords and stop the Rage betime Before the Wound doe grow vncurable For being greene there is great hope of helpe Card. A Breach that craues a quick expedient stoppe What counsaile giue you in this weightie cause Yorke That Somerset be sent as Regent thither 'T is meet that luckie Ruler be imploy'd Witnesse the fortune he hath had in France Som. If Yorke with all his farre-fet pollicie Had beene the Regent there in stead of me He neuer would haue stay'd in France so long Yorke No not to lose it all as thou hast done I rather would haue lost my Life betimes Then bring a burthen of dis-honour home By staying there so long till all were lost Shew me one skarre character'd on thy Skinne Mens flesh preseru'd so whole doe seldome winne Qu. Nay then this sparke will proue a raging fire If Wind and Fuell be brought to feed it with No more good Yorke sweet Somerset be still Thy fortune Yorke hadst thou beene Regent there Might happily haue prou'd farre worse then his Yorke What worse then naught nay then a shame take all Somerset And in the number thee that wishest shame Card. My Lord of Yorke trie what your fortune is Th' vnciuill Kernes of Ireland are in Armes And temper Clay with blood of Englishmen To Ireland will you leade a Band of men Collected choycely from each Countie some And trie your hap against the Irishmen Yorke I will my Lord so please his Maiestie Suff. Why our Authoritie is his consent And what we doe establish he confirmes Then Noble Yorke take thou this Taske in hand Yorke I am content Prouide me Souldiers Lords Whiles I take order for mine owne affaires Suff. A charge Lord Yorke that I will see perform'd But now returne we to the false Duke Humfrey Card. No more of him for I will deale with him That henceforth he shall trouble vs no more And so breake off the day is almost spent Lord Suffolke you and I must talke of that euent Yorke My Lord of Suffolke within foureteene dayes At Bristow I expect my Souldiers For there I le shippe them all for Ireland Suff. I le see it truly done my Lord of Yorke Exeunt Mauet Yorke Yorke Now Yorke or neuer steele thy fearfull thoughts And change misdoubt to resolution Be that thou hop'st to be or what thou art Resigne to death it is not worth th' enioying Let pale-fac't feare keepe with the meane-borne man And finde no harbor in a Royall heart Faster thē Spring-time showres comes thoght on thoght And not a thought but thinkes on Dignitie My Brayne more busie then the laboring Spider Weaues tedious Snares to trap mine Enemies Well Nobles well 't is politikely done To send me packing with an Hoast of men I feare me you but warme the starued Snake Who cherisht in your breasts will sting your hearts 'T was men I lackt and you will giue them me I take it kindly yet be well assur'd You put sharpe Weapons in a mad-mans hands Whiles I in Ireland nourish a mightie Band
I will stirre vp in England some black Storme Shall blowe ten thousand Soules to Heauen or Hell And this fell Tempest shall not cease to rage Vntill the Golden Circuit on my Head Like to the glorious Sunnes transparant Beames Doe calme the furie of this mad-bred Flawe And for a minister of my intent I haue seduc'd a head-strong Kentishman Iohn Cade of Ashford To make Commotion as full well he can Vnder the Title of Iohn Mortimer In Ireland haue I seene this stubborne Cade Oppose himselfe against a Troupe of Kernes And fought so long till that his thighes with Darts Were almost like a sharpe-quill'd Porpentine And in the end being rescued I haue seene Him capre vpright like a wilde Morisco Shaking the bloody Darts as he his Bells Full often like a shag-hayr'd craftie Kerne Hath he conuersed with the Enemie And vndiscouer'd come to me againe And giuen me notice of their Villanies This Deuill here shall be my substitute For that Iohn Mortimer which now is dead In face in gate in speech he doth resemble By this I shall perceiue the Commons minde How they affect the House and Clayâ—e of Yorke Say he be taken rackt and tortured I know no paine they can inflict vpon him Will make him say I mou'd him to those Armes Say that he thriue as 't is great like he will Why then from Ireland come I with my strength And reape the Haruest which that Rascall sow'd For Humfrey being dead as he shall be And Henry put apart the next for me Exit Enter two or three running ouer the Stage from the Murther of Duke Humfrey 1. Runne to my Lord of Suffolke let him know We haue dispatcht the Duke as he commanded 2. Oh that it were to doe what haue we done Didst euer heare a man so penitent Enter Suffolke 1. Here comes my Lord. Suff. Now Sirs haue you dispatcht this thing 1. I my good Lord hee 's dead Suff. Why that 's well said Goe get you to my House I will reward you for this venturous deed The King and all the Peeres are here at hand Haue you layd faire the Bed Is all things well According as I gaue directions 1. 'T is my good Lord. Suff. Away be gone Exeunt Sound Trumpets Enter the King the Queene Cardinall Suffolke Somerset with Attendants King Goe call our Vnckle to our presence straight Say we intend to try his Grace to day If he be guiltie as 't is published Suff. I le call him presently my Noble Lord. Exit King Lords take your places and I pray you all Proceed no straiter ' gainst our Vnckle Gloster Then from true euidence of good esteeme He be approu'd in practise culpable Queene God forbid any Malice should preuayle That faultlesse may condemne a Noble man Pray God he may acquit him of suspition King I thanke thee Nell these wordes content mee much Enter Suffolke How now why look'st thou pale why tremblest thou Where is our Vnckle what 's the matter Suffolke Suff. Dead in his Bed my Lord Gloster is dead Queene Marry God forfend Card. Gods secret Iudgement I did dreame to Night The Duke was dumbe and could not speake a word King sounds Qu. How fares my Lord Helpe Lords the King is dead Som. Rere vp his Body wring him by the Nose Qu. Runne goe helpe helpe Oh Henry ope thine eyes Suff. He doth reuiue againe Madame be patient King Oh Heauenly God Qu. How fares my gracious Lord Suff. Comfort my Soueraigne gracious Henry comfort King What doth my Lord of Suffolke comfort me Came he right now to sing a Rauens Note Whose dismall tune bereft my Vitall powres And thinkes he that the chirping of a Wren By crying comfort from a hollow breast Can chase away the first-conceiued sound Hide not thy poyson with such sugred words Lay not thy hands on me forbeare I say Their touch affrights me as a Serpents sting Thou balefull Messenger out of my sight Vpon thy eye-balls murderous Tyrannie Sits in grim Maiestie to fright the World Looke not vpon me for thine eyes are wounding Yet doe not goe away come Basiliske And kill the innocent gazer with thy sight For in the shade of death I shall finde ioy In life but double death now Gloster's dead Queene Why do you rate my Lord of Suffolke thus Although the Duke was enemie to him Yet he most Christian-like laments his death And for my selfe Foe as he was to me Might liquid teares or heart-offending groanes Or blood-consuming sighes recall his Life I would be blinde with weeping sicke with grones Looke pale as Prim-rose with blood-drinking sighes And all to haue the Noble Duke aliue What know I how the world may deeme of me For it is knowne we were but hollow Friends It may be iudg'd I made the Duke away So shall my name with Slanders tongue be wounded And Princes Courts be fill'd with my reproach This get I by his death Aye me vnhappie To be a Queene and Crown'd with infamie King Ah woe is me for Gloster wretched man Queen Be woe for me more wretched then he is What Dost thou turne away and hide thy face I am no loathsome Leaper looke on me What Art thou like the Adder waxen deafe Be poysonous too and kill thy forlorne Queene Is all thy comfort shut in Glosters Tombe Why then Dame Elianor was neere thy ioy Erect his Statue and worship it And make my Image but an Ale-house signe Was I for this nye wrack'd vpon the Sea And twice by aukward winde from Englands banke Droue backe againe vnto my Natiue Clime What boaded this but well fore-warning winde Did seeme to say seeke not a Scorpions Nest Nor set no footing on this vnkinde Shore What did I then But curst the gentle gusts And he that loos'd them forth their Brazen Caues And bid them blow towards Englands blessed shore Or turne our Sterne vpon a dreadfull Rocke Yet Aeolus would not be a murtherer But left that hatefull office vnto thee The pretty vaulting Sea refus'd to drowne me Knowing that thou wouldst haue me drown'd on shore With teares as salt as Sea through thy vnkindnesse The splitting Rockes cowr'd in the sinking sands And would not dash me with their ragged sides Because thy flinty heart more hard then they Might in thy Pallace perish Elianor As farre as I could ken thy Chalky Cliffes When from thy Shore the Tempest beate vs backe I stood vpon the Hatches in the storme And when the duskie sky began to rob My earnest-gaping-sight of thy Lands view I tooke a costly Iewell from my necke A Hart it was bound in with Diamonds And threw it towards thy Land The Sea receiu'd it And so I wish'd thy body might my Heart And euen with this I lost faire Englands view And bid mine eyes be packing with my Heart And call'd them blinde and duskie Spectacles For loosing ken of Albions wished Coast How often haue I tempted Suffolkes tongue The agent of thy foule inconstancie To sit
and watch me as Ascanius did When he to madding Dido would vnfold His Fathers Acts commenc'd in burning Troy Am I not witcht like her Or thou not false like him Aye me I can no more Dye Elinor For Henry weepes that thou dost liue so long Noyse within Enter Warwicke and many Commons War It is reported mighty Soueraigne That good Duke Humfrey Traiterously is murdred By Suffolke and the Cardinall Beaufords meanes The Commons like an angry Hiue of Bees That want their Leader scatter vp and downe And care not who they sting in his reuenge My selfe haue calm'd their spleenfull mutinie Vntill they heare the order of his death King That he is dead good Warwick 't is too true But how he dyed God knowes not Henry Enter his Chamber view his breathlesse Corpes And comment then vpon his sodaine death War That shall I do my Liege Stay Salsburie With the rude multitude till I returne King O thou that iudgest all things stay my thoghts My thoughts that labour to perswade my soule Some violent hands were laid on Humfries life If my suspect be false forgiue me God For iudgement onely doth belong to thee Faine would I go to chafe his palie lips With twenty thousand kisses and to draine Vpon his face an Ocean of salt teares To tell my loue vnto his dumbe deafe trunke And with my fingers feele his hand vnfeeling But all in vaine are these meane Obsequies Bed put forth And to suruey his dead and earthy Image What were it but to make my sorrow greater Warw. Come hither gracious Soueraigne view this body King That is to see how deepe my graue is made For with his soule fled all my worldly solace For seeing him I see my life in death War As surely as my soule intends to liue With that dread King that tooke our state vpon him To free vs from his Fathers wrathfull curse I do beleeue that violent hands were laid Vpon the life of this thrice-famed Duke Suf. A dreadfull Oath sworne with a solemn tongue What instance giues Lord Warwicke for his vow War See how the blood is setled in his face Oft haue I seene a timely-parted Ghost Of ashy semblance meager pale and bloodlesse Being all descended to the labouring heart Who in the Conflict that it holds with death Attracts the same for aydance ' gainst the enemy Which with the heart there cooles and ne're returneth To blush and beautifie the Cheeke againe But see his face is blacke and full of blood His eye-balles further out than when he liued Staring full gastly like a strangled man His hayre vp rear'd his nostrils stretcht with strugling His hands abroad display'd as one that graspt And tugg'd for Life and was by strength subdude Looke on the sheets his haire you see is sticking His well proportion'd Beard made ruffe and rugged Like to the Summers Come by Tempest lodged It cannot be but he was murdred heere The least of all these signes were probable Suf. Why Warwicke who should do the D. to death My selfe and Beauford had him in protection And we I hope sir are no murtherers War But both of you were vowed D. Humfries foes And you forsooth had the good Duke to keepe T is like you would not feast him like a friend And 't is well seene he found an enemy Queen Than you belike suspect these Noblemen As guilty of Duke Humfries timelesse death Warw. Who finds the Heyfer dead and bleeding fresh And sees fast-by a Butcher with an Axe But will suspect 't was he that made the slaughter Who finds the Partridge in the Puttocks Nest But may imagine how the Bird was dead Although the Kyte soare with vnbloudied Beake Euen so suspitious is this Tragedie Qu. Are you the Butcher Suffolk where 's your Knife Is Beauford tearm'd a Kyte where are his Tallons Suff. I weare no Knife to slaughter sleeping men But here 's a vengefull Sword rusted with ease That shall be scowred in his rancorous heart That slanders me with Murthers Crimson Badge Say if thou dar'st prowd Lord of Warwickshire That I am faultie in Duke Humfreyes death Warw. What dares not Warwick if false Suffolke dare him Qu. He dares not calme his contumelious Spirit Nor cease to be an arrogant Controller Though Suffolke dare him twentie thousand times Warw. Madame be still with reuerence may I say For euery word you speake in his behalfe Is slander to your Royall Dignitie Suff. Blunt-witted Lord ignoble in demeanor If euer Lady wrong'd her Lord so much Thy Mother tooke into her blamefull Bed Some sterne vntutur'd Churle and Noble Stock Was graft with Crab-tree slippe whose Fruit thou art And neuer of the Neuils Noble Race Warw. But that the guilt of Murther bucklers thee And I should rob the Deaths-man of his Fee Quitting thee thereby of ten thousand shames And that my Soueraignes presence makes me milde I would false murd'rous Coward on thy Knee Make thee begge pardon for thy passed speech And say it was thy Mother that thou meant'st That thou thy selfe wast borne in Bastardie And after all this fearefull Homage done Giue thee thy hyre and send thy Soule to Hell Pernicious blood-sucker of sleeping men Suff. Thou shalt be waking while I shed thy blood If from this presence thou dar'st goe with me Warw. Away euen now or I will drag thee hence Vnworthy though thou art I le cope with thee And doe some seruice to Duke Humfreyes Ghost Exeunt King What stronger Brest-plate then a heart vntainted Thrice is he arm'd that hath his Quarrell iust And he but naked though lockt vp in Steele Whose Conscience with Iniustice is corrupted A noyse within Queene What noyse is this Enter Suffolke and Warwicke with their Weapons drawne King Why how now Lords Your wrathfull Weapons drawne Here in our presence Dare you be so bold Why what tumultuous clamor haue we here Suff. The trayt'rous Warwick with the men of Bury Set all vpon me mightie Soueraigne Enter Salisbury Salisb. Sirs stand apart the King shall know your minde Dread Lord the Commons send you word by me Vnlesse Lord Suffolke straight be done to death Or banished faire Englands Territories They will by violence teare him from your Pallace And torture him with grieuous lingring death They say by him the good Duke Humfrey dy'de They say in him they feare your Highnesse death And meere instinct of Loue and Loyaltie Free from a stubborne opposite intent As being thought to contradict your liking Makes them thus forward in his Banishment They say in care of your most Royall Person That if your Highnesse should intend to sleepe And charge that no man should disturbe your rest In paine of your dislike or paine of death Yet notwithstanding such a strait Edict Were there a Serpent seene with forked Tongue That slyly glyded towards your Maiestie It were but necessarie you were wak't Least being suffer'd in that harmefull slumber The mortall Worme might make the sleepe eternall And therefore doe
they cry though you forbid That they will guard you where you will or no From such fell Serpents as false Suffolke is With whose inuenomed and fatall sting Your louing Vnckle twentie times his worth They say is shamefully bereft of life Commons within An answer from the King my Lord of Salisbury Suff. 'T is like the Commons rude vnpolisht Hindes Could send such Message to their Soueraigne But you my Lord were glad to be imploy'd To shew how queint an Orator you are But all the Honor Salisbury hath wonne Is that he was the Lord Embassador Sent from a sort of Tinkers to the King Within An answer from the King or wee will all breake in King Goe Salisbury and tell them all from me I thanke them for their tender louing care And had I not beene cited so by them Yet did I purpose as they doe entreat For sure my thoughts doe hourely prophecie Mischance vnto my State by Suffolkes meanes And therefore by his Maiestie I sweare Whose farre-vnworthie Deputie I am He shall not breathe infection in this ayre But three dayes longer on the paine of death Qu. Oh Henry let me pleade for gentle Suffolke King Vngentle Queene to call him gentle Suffolke No more I sayâ— if thou do'st pleade for him Thou wilt but adde encrease vnto my Wrath. Had I but sayd I would haue kept my Word But when I sweare it is irreuocable If after three dayes space thou here bee'st found On any ground that I am Ruler of The World shall not be Ransome for thy Life Come Warwicke come good Warwicke goe with mee I haue great matters to impart to thee Exit Qu. Mischance and Sorrow goe along with you Hearts Discontent and sowre Affliction Be play-fellowes to keepe you companie There 's two of you the Deuill make a third And three-fold Vengeance tend vpon your steps Suff. Cease gentle Queene these Execrations And let thy Suffolke take his heauie leaue Queen Fye Coward woman and soft harâ—ed wretch Hast thou not spirit to curse thine enemy Suf. A plague vpon them wherefore should I cursse them Would curses kill as doth the Mandrakes grone I would inuent as bitter searching termes As curst as harsh and horrible to heare Deliuer'd strongly through my fixed teeth With full as many fignes of deadly hate As leane-fac'd enuy in her loathsome caue My tongue should stumble in mine earnest words Mine eyes should sparkle like the beaten Flint Mine haire be fixt an end as one distract I euery ioynt should seeme to curse and ban And euen now my burthen'd heart would breake Should I not curse them Poyson be their drinke Gall worse then Gall the daintiest that they taste Their sweetest shade a groue of Cypresse Trees Their cheefest Prospect murd'ring Basiliskes Their softest Touch as smart as Lyzards stings Their Musicke frightfull as the Serpents hisse And boading Screech-Owles make the Consort full All the foule terrors in darke seated hell Q. Enough sweet Suffolke thou torment'st thy selfe And these dread curses like the Sunne ' gainst glasse Or like an ouer-charged Gun recoile And turnes the force of them vpon thy selfe Suf. You bad me ban and will you bid me leaue Now by the ground that I am banish'd from Well could I curse away a Winters night Though standing naked on a Mountaine top Where byting cold would neuer let grasse grow And thinke it but a minute spent in sport Qu. Oh let me intreat thee cease giue me thy hand That I may dew it with my mournfull teaâ—es Nor let the raine of heauen wet this place To wash away my wofull Monuments Oh could this kisse be printed in thy hand That thou might'st thinke vpon these by the Seale Through whom a thousand sighes are breath'd for thee So get thee gone that I may know my greefe 'T is but surmiz'd whiles thou art standing by As one that surfets thinking on a want I will repeale thee or be well assur'd Aduenture to be banished my selfe And banished I am if but from thee Go speake not to me euen now be gone Oh go not yet Euen thus two Friends condemn'd Embrace and kisse and take ten thousand leaues Loather a hundred times to part then dye Yet now farewell and farewell Life with thee Suf. Thus is poore Suffolke ten times banished Once by the King and three times thrice by thee 'T is not the Land I care for wer 't thou thence A Wildernesse is populous enough So Suffolke had thy heauenly company For where thou art there is the World it selfe With euery seuerall pleasure in the World And where thou art not Desolation I can no more Liue thou to ioy thy life My selfe no ioy in nought but that thou liu'st Enter Vaux Queene Whether goes Vaux so fast What newes I prethee Vaux To signifie vnto his Maiesty That Cardinall Beauford is at point of death For sodainly a greeuous sicknesse tooke him That makes him gaspe and stare and catch the aire Blaspheming God and cursing men on earth Sometime he talkes as if Duke Humfries Ghost Were by his side Sometime he calles the King And whispers to his pillow as to him The secrets of his ouer-charged soule And I am sent to tell his Maiestie That euen now he cries alowd for him Qu. Go tell this heauy Message to the King Exit Aye me What is this World What newes are these But wherefore greeue I at an houres poore losse Omitting Suffolkes exile my soules Treasure Why onely Suffolke mourne I not for thee And with the Southerne clouds contend in teares Theirs for the earths encrease mine for my sorrowes Now get thee hence the King thou know'st is comming If thou be found by me thou art but dead Suf. If I depart from thee I cannot liue And in thy sight to dye what were it else But like a pleasant slumber in thy lap Heere could I breath my soule into the ayre As milde and gentle as the Cradle-babe Dying with mothers dugge betweene it's lips Where from thy sight I should be raging mad And cry out for thee to close vp mine eyes To haue thee with thy lippes to stop my mouth So should'st thou eyther turne my flying soule Or I should breathe it so into thy body And then it liu'd in sweete Elizium To dye by thee were but to dye in iest From thee to dye were torture more then death Oh let me stay befall what may befall Queen Away Though parting be a fretfull corosiue Ir is applyed to a deathfull wound To France sweet Suffolke Let me heare from thee For wheresoere thou art in this worlds Globe I le haue an Iris that shall finde thee out Suf. I go Qu. And take my heart with thee Suf. A Iewell lockt into the wofulst Caske That euer did containe a thing of worth Euen as a splitted Barke so sunder we This way fall I to death Qu. This way for me Exeunt Enter the King Salisbury and Warwicke to the Cardinal in bed King How fare's my Lord Speake
Beauford to thy Soueraigne Ca. If thou beest death I le giue thee Englands Treasure Enough to purchase such another Island So thou wilt let me liue and feele no paine King Ah what a signe it is of euill life Where death's approach is seene so terrible War Beauford it is thy Soueraigne speakes to thee Beau. Bring me vnto my Triall when you will Dy'de he not in his bed Where should he dye Can I make men liue where they will or no Oh torture me no more I will confesse Aliue againe Then shew me where he is I le giue a thousand pound to looke vpon him He hath no eyes the dust hath blinded them Combe downe his haire looke looke it stands vpright Like Lime-twigs set to catch my winged soule Giue me some drinke and bid the Apothecarie Bring the strong poyson that I bought of him King Oh thou eternall mouer of the heauens Looke with a gentle eye vpon this Wretch Oh beate away the busie medling Fiend That layes strong siege vnto this wretches soule And from his bosome purge this blacke dispaire War See how the pangs of death do make him grin Sal. Disturbe him not let him passe peaceably King Peace to his soule if Gods good pleasure be Lord Card'nall if thou think'st on heauens blisse Hold vp thy hand make signall of thy hope He dies and makes no signe Oh God forgiue him War So bad a death argues a monstrous life King Forbeare to iudge for we are sinners all Close vp his eyes and draw the Curtaine close And let vs all to Meditation Exeunt Alarum Fight at Sea Ordnance goes off Enter Lieutenant Suffolke and others Lieu. The gaudy blabbing and remorsefull day Is crept into the bosome of the Sea And now loud houling Wolues arouse the Iades That dragge the Tragicke melancholy night Who with their drowsie slow and flagging wings Cleape dead-mens graues and from their misty Iawes Breath foule contagious darknesse in the ayre Therefore bring forth the Souldiers of our prize For whilst our Pinnace Anchors in the Downes Heere shall they make their ransome on the sand Or with their blood staine this discoloured shore Maister this Prisoner freely giue I thee And thou that art his Mate make boote of this The other Walter Whitmore is thy share 1. Gent. What is my ransome Master let me know Ma. A thousand Crownes or else lay down your head Mate And so much shall you giue or oft goes yours Lieu. What thinke you much to pay 2000. Crownes And beare the name and port of Gentlemen Cut both the Villaines throats for dy you shall The liues of those which we haue lost in fight Be counter-poys'd with such a pettie summe 1. Gent. I le giue it sir and therefore spare my life 2. Gent. And so will I and write home for it straight Whitm I lost mine eye in laying the prize aboord And therefore to reuenge it shalt thou dye And so should these if I might haue my will Lieu. Be not so rash take ransome let him liue Suf. Looke on my George I am a Gentleman Rate me at what thou wilt thou shalt be payed Whit. And so am I my name is Walter Whitmore How now why starts thou What doth death affright Suf. Thy name affrights me in whose sound is death A cunning man did calculate my birth And told me that by Water I should dye Yet let not this make thee be bloody-minded Thy name is Gualtier being rightly sounded Whit. Gualtier or Walter which it is I care not Neuer yet did base dishonour blurre our name But with our sword we wip'd away the blot Therefore when Merchant-like I sell reuenge Broke be my sword my Armes torne and defac'd And I proclaim'd a Coward through the world Suf. Stay Whitmore for thy Prisoner is a Prince The Duke of Suffolke William de la Pole Whit The Duke of Suffolke muffled vp in ragges Suf. I but these ragges are no part of the Duke Lieu. But Ioue was neuer slaine as thou shalt be Obscure and lowsie Swaine King Henries blood Suf. The honourable blood of Lancaster Must not be shed by such a iaded Groome Hast thou not kist thy hand and held my stirrop Bare-headed plodded by my foot-cloth Mule And thought thee happy when I shooke my head How often hast thou waited at my cup Fed from my Trencher kneel'd downe at the boord When I haue feasted with Queene Margaret Remember it and let it make thee Crest-falne I and alay this thy abortiue Pride How in our voyding Lobby hast thou stood And duly wayted for my comming forth This hand of mine hath writ in thy behalfe And therefore shall it charme thy riotous tongue Whit. Speak Captaine shall I stab the forlorn Swain Lieu. First let my words stab him as he hath me Suf. Base slaue thy words are blunt and so art thou Lieu. Conuey him hence and on our long boats side Strike off his head Suf. Thou dar'st not for thy owne Lieu. Poole Sir Poole Lord I kennell puddle sinke whose filth and dirt Troubles the siluer Spring where England drinkes Now will I dam vp this thy yawning mouth For swallowing the Treasure of the Realme Thy lips that kist the Queene shall sweepe the ground And thou that smil'dst at good Duke Humfries death Against the senselesse windes shall grin in vaine Who in contempt shall hisse at thee againe And wedded be thou to the Hagges of hell For daring to affye a mighty Lord Vnto the daughter of a worthlesse King Hauing neyther Subiect Wealth nor Diadem By diuellish policy art thou growne great And like ambitious Sylla ouer-gorg'd With gobbets of thy Mother-bleeding heart By thee Aniou and Maine were sold to France The false reuolting Normans thorough thee Disdaine to call vs Lord and Piccardie Hath slaine their Gouernors surpriz'd our Forts And sent the ragged Souldiers wounded home The Princely Warwicke and the Neuils all Whose dreadfull swords were neuer drawne in vaine As hating thee and rising vp in armes And now the House of Yorke thrust from the Crowne By shamefull murther of a guiltlesse King And lofty proud incroaching tyranny Burnes with reuenging fire whose hopefull colours Aduance our halfe-fac'd Sunne striuing to shine Vnder the which is writ Inuitis nubibus The Commons heere in Kent are vp in armes And to conclude Reproach and Beggerie Is crept into the Pallace of our King And all by thee away conuey him hence Suf. O that I were a God to shoot forth Thunder Vpon these paltry seruile abiect Drudges Small things make base men proud This Villaine heere Being Captaine of a Pinnace threatens more Then Bargulus the strong Illyrian Pyrate Drones sucke not Eagles blood but rob Bee-hiues It is impossible that I should dye By such a lowly Vassall as thy selfe Thy words moue Rage and not remorse in me I go of Message from the Queene to France I charge thee waft me safely crosse the Channell Lieu. Water W. Come Suffolke I must waft thee to thy death
Heauen Scorning what ere you can afflict me with Why come you not what multitudes and feare Cliff So Cowards fight when they can flye no further So Doues doe peck the Faulcons piercing Tallons So desperate Theeues all hopelesse of their Liues Breathe out Inuectiues ' gainst the Officers Yorke Oh Clifford but bethinke thee once againe And in thy thought ore-run my former time And if thou canst for blushing view this face And bite thy tongue that slanders him with Cowardice Whose frowne hath made thee faint and flye ere this Clifford I will not bandie with thee word for word But buckler with thee blowes twice two for one Queene Hold valiant Clifford for a thousand causes I would prolong a while the Traytors Life Wrath makes him deafe speake thou Northumberland Northumb. Hold Clifford doe not honor him so much To prick thy finger though to wound his heart What valour were it when a Curre doth grinne For one to thrust his Hand betweene his Teeth When he might spurne him with his Foot away It is Warres prize to take all Vantages And tenne to one is no impeach of Valour Clifford I I so striues the Woodcocke with the Gynne Northumb. So doth the Connie struggle in the Net York So triumph Theeues vpon their conquer'd Booty So True men yeeld with Robbers so o're-matcht Northumb. What would your Grace haue done vnto him now Queene Braue Warriors Clifford and Northumberland Come make him stand vpon this Mole-hill here That raught at Mountaines with out-stretched Armes Yet parted but the shadow with his Hand What was it you that would be Englands King Was 't you that reuell'd in our Parliament And made a Preachment of your high Descent Where are your Messe of Sonnes to back you now The wanton Edward and the lustie George And where 's that valiant Crook-back Prodigie Dickie your Boy that with his grumbling voyce Was wont to cheare his Dad in Mutinies Or with the rest where is your Darling Rutland Looke Yorke I stayn'd this Napkin with the blood That valiant Clifford with his Rapiers point Made issue from the Bosome of the Boy And if thine eyes can water for his death I giue thee this to drie thy Cheekes withall Alas poore Yorke but that I hate thee deadly I should lament thy miserable state I prythee grieue to make me merry Yorke What hath thy fierie heart so parcht thine entrayles That not a Teare can fall for Rutlands death Why art thou patient man thou should'st be mad And I to make thee mad doe mock thee thus Stampe raue and fret that I may sing and dance Thou would'st be fee'd I see to make me sport Yorke cannot speake vnlesse he weare a Crowne A Crowne for Yorke and Lords bow lowe to him Hold you his hands whilest I doe set it on I marry Sir now lookes he like a King I this is he that tooke King Henries Chaire And this is he was his adopted Heire But how is it that great Plantagenet Is crown'd so soone and broke his solemne Oath As I bethinke me you should not be King Till our King Henry had shooke hands with Death And will you pale your head in Henries Glory And rob his Temples of the Diademe Now in his Life against your holy Oath Oh 't is a fault too too vnpardonable Off with the Croâ—ne and with the Crowne his Head And whilest we breathe take time to doe him dead Clifford That is my Office for my Fathers sake Queene Nay stay let 's heare the Orizons hee makes Yorke Shee-Wolfe of France But worse then Wolues of France Whose Tongue more poysons then the Adders Tooth How ill-beseeming is it in thy Sex To triumph like an Amazonian Trull Vpon their Woes whom Fortune captiuates But that thy Face is Vizard-like vnchanging Made impudent with vse of euill deedes I would assay prowd Queene to make thee blush To tell thee whence thou cam'st of whom deriu'd Were shame enough to shame thee Wert thou not shamelesse Thy Father beares the type of King of Naples Of both the Sicils and Ierusalem Yet not so wealthie as an English Yeoman Hath that poore Monarch taught thee to insult It needes not nor it bootes thee not prowd Queene Vnlesse the Adage must be verify'd That Beggers mounted runne their Horse to death 'T is Beautie that doth oft make Women prowd But God he knowes thy share thereof is small 'T is Vertue that doth make them most admir'd The contrary doth make thee wondred at 'T is Gouernment that makes them seeme Diuine The want thereof makes thee abhominable Thou art as opposite to euery good As the Antipodes are vnto vs Or as the South to the Septentrion Oh Tygres Heart wrapt in a Womans Hide How could'st thou drayne the Life-blood of the Child To bid the Father wipe his eyes withall And yet be seene to beare a Womans face Women are soft milde pittifull and flexible Thou sterne obdurate flintie rough remorselesse Bidst thou me rage why now thou hast thy wish Would'st haue me weepe why now thou hast thy will For raging Wind blowes vp incessant showers And when the Rage allayes the Raine begins These Teares are my sweet Rutlands Obsequies And euery drop cryes vengeance for his death ' Gainst thee fell Clifford and thee false French-woman Northumb. Beshrew me but his passions moues me so That hardly can I check my eyes from Teares Yorke That Face of his The hungry Caniballs would not haue toucht Would not haue stayn'd with blood But you are more inhumane more inexorable Oh tenne times more then Tygers of Hyrcania See ruthlesse Queene a haplesse Fathers Teares This Cloth thou dipd'st in blood of my sweet Boy And I with Teares doe wash the blood away Keepe thou the Napkin and goe boast of this And if thou tell'st the heauie storie right Vpon my Soule the hearers will shed Teares Yea euen my Foes will shed fast-falling Teares And say Alas it was a pittious deed There take the Crowne and with the Crowne my Curse And in thy need such comfort come to thee As now I reape at thy too cruell hand Hard-hearted Clifford take me from the World My Soule to Heauen my Blood vpon your Heads Northumb. Had he been slaughter-man to all my Kinne I should not for my Life but weepe with him To see how inly Sorrow gripes his Soule Queen What weeping ripe my Lord Northumberland Thinke but vpon the wrong he did vs all And that will quickly drie thy melting Teares Clifford Heere 's for my Oath heere 's for my Fathers Death Queene And heere 's to right our gentle-hearted King Yorke Open thy Gate of Mercy gracious God My Soule flyes through these wounds to seeke out thee Queene Off with his Head and set it on Yorke Gates So Yorke may ouer-looke the Towne of Yorke Flourish Exit A March Enter Edward Richard and their power Edward I wonder how our Princely Father scap't Or whether he be scap't away or no From Cliffords and Northumberlands pursuit
Had he been ta'ne we should haue heard the newes Had he beene slaine we should haue heard the newes Or had he scap't me thinkes we should haue heard The happy tidings of his good escape How fares my Brother why is he so sad Richard I cannot ioy vntill I be resolu'd Where our right valiant Father is become I saw him in the Battaile range about And watcht him how he singled Clifford forth Me thought he bore him in the thickest troupe As doth a Lyon in a Heard of Neat Or as a Beare encompass'd round with Dogges Who hauing pincht a few and made them cry The rest stand all aloofe and barke at him So far'd our Father with his Enemies So fled his Enemies my Warlike Father Me thinkes 't is prize enough to be his Sonne See how the Morning opes her golden Gates And takes her farwell of the glorious Sunne How well resembles it the prime of Youth Trimm'd like a Yonker prauncing to his Loue Ed. Dazle mine eyes or doe I see three Sunnes Rich. Three glorious Sunnes each one a perfect Sunne Not seperated with the racking Clouds But seuer'd in a pale cleare-shining Skye See see they ioyne embrace and seeme to kisse As if they vow'd some League inuiolable Now are they but one Lampe one Light one Sunne In this the Heauen figures some euent Edward 'T is wondrous strange The like yet neuer heard of I thinke it cites vs Brother to the field That wee the Sonnes of braue Plantagenet Each one alreadie blazing by our meedes Should notwithstanding ioyne our Lights together And ouer-shine the Earth as this the World What ere it bodes hence-forward will I beare Vpon my Targuet three faire shining Sunnes Richard Nay beare three Daughters By your leaue I speake it You loue the Breeder better then the Male. Enter one blowing But what art thou whose heauie Lookes fore-tell Some dreadfull story hanging on thy Tongue Mess Ah one that was a wofull looker on When as the Noble Duke of Yorke was slaine Your Princely Father and my louing Lord. Edward Oh speake no more for I haue heard too much Richard Say how he dy'de for I will heare it all Mess Enuironed he was with many foes And stood against them as the hope of Troy Against the Greekes that would haue entred Troy But Hercules himselfe must yeeld to oddes And many stroakes though with a little Axe Hewes downe and fells the hardest-tymber'd Oake By many hands your Father was subdu'd But onely slaught'red by the irefull Arme Of vn-relenting Clifford and the Queene Who crown'd the gracious Duke in high despight Laugh'd in his face and when with griefe he wept The ruthlesse Queene gaue him to dry his Cheekes A Napkin steeped in the harmelesse blood Of sweet young Rutland by rough Clifford slaine And after many scornes many foule taunts They tooke his Head and on the Gates of Yorke They set the same and there it doth remaine The saddest spectacle that ere I view'd Edward Sweet Duke of Yorke our Prop to leane vpon Now thou art gone wee haue no Staffe no Stay Oh Clifford boyst'rous Clifford thou hast slaine The flowre of Europe for his Cheualrie And trecherously hast thou vanquisht him For hand to hand he would haue vanquisht thee Now my Soules Pallace is become a Prison Ah would she breake from hence that this my body Might in the ground be closed vp in rest For neuer henceforth shall I ioy againe Neuer oh neuer shall I see more ioy Rich. I cannot weepe for all my bodies moysture Scarse serues to quench my Furnace-burning hart Nor can my tongue vnloade my hearts great burthen For selfe-same winde that I should speake withall Is kindling coales that fires all my brest And burnes me vp with flames that tears would quench To weepe is to make lesse the depth of greefe Teares then for Babes Blowes and Reuenge for mee Richard I beare thy name I le venge thy death Or dye renowned by attempting it Ed. His name that valiant Duke hath left with thee His Dukedome and his Chaire with me is left Rich. Nay if thou be that Princely Eagles Bird Shew thy descent by gazing ' gainst the Sunne For Chaire and Dukedome Throne and Kingdome say Either that is thine or else thou wer 't not his March Enter Warwicke Marquesse Mountacute and their Army Warwick How now faire Lords What faire What newes abroad Rich. Great Lord of Warwicke if we should recompt Our balefull newes and at each words deliuerance Stab Poniards in our flesh till all were told The words would adde more anguish then the wounds O valiant Lord the Duke of Yorke is slaine Edw. O Warwicke Warwicke that Plantagenet Which held thee deerely as his Soules Redemption Is by the sterne Lord Clifford done to death War Ten dayes ago I drown'd these newes in teares And now to adde more measure to your woes I come to tell you things sith then befalne After the bloody Fray at Wakefield fought Where your braue Father breath'd his latest gaspe Tydings as swiftly as the Postes could runne Were brought me of your Losse and his Depart I then in London keeper of the King Muster'd my Soldiers gathered flockes of Friends Marcht toward S. Albons to intercept the Queene Bearing the King in my behalfe along For by my Scouts I was aduertised That she was comming with a full intent To dash our late Decree in Parliament Touching King Henries Oath and your Succession Short Tale to make we at S. Albons met Our Battailes ioyn'd and both sides fiercely fought But whether 't was the coldnesse of the King Who look'd full gently on his warlike Queene That robb'd my Soldiers of their heated Spleene Or whether 't was report of her successe Or more then common feare of Cliffords Rigour Who thunders to his Captiues Blood and Death I cannot iudge but to conclude with truth Their Weapons like to Lightning came and went Our Souldiers like the Night-Owles lazie flight Or like a lazie Thresher with a Flaile Fell gently downe as if they strucke their Friends I cheer'd them vp with iustice of our Cause With promise of high pay and great Rewards But all in vaine they had no heart to fight And we in them no hope to win the day So that we fled the King vnto the Queene Lord George your Brother Norfolke and my Selfe In haste post haste are come to ioyne with you For in the Marches heere we heard you were Making another Head to fight againe Ed. Where is the Duke of Norfolke gentle Warwick And when came George from Burgundy to England War Some six miles off the Duke is with the Soldiers And for your Brother he was lately sent From your kinde Aunt Dutchesse of Burgundie With ayde of Souldiers to this needfull Warre Rich. 'T was oddes belike when valiant Warwick fled Oft haue I heard his praises in Pursuite But ne're till now his Scandall of Retire War Nor now my Scandall Richard dost thou heare For thou shalt know
Suppose this arme is for the Duke of Yorke And this for Rutland both bound to reuenge Wer 't thou inuiron'd with a Brazen wall Clif. Now Richard I am with thee heere alone This is the hand that stabb'd thy Father Yorke And this the hand that slew thy Brother Rutland And here 's the heart that triumphs in their death And cheeres these hands that slew thy Sire and Brother To execute the like vpon thy selfe And so haue at thee They Fight Warwicke comes Clifford flies Rich. Nay Warwicke single out some other Chace For I my selfe will hunt this Wolfe to death Exeunt Alarum Enter King Henry alone Hen. This battell fares like to the mornings Warre When dying clouds contend with growing light What time the Shepheard blowing of his nailes Can neither call it perfect day nor night Now swayes it this way like a Mighty Sea Forc'd by the Tide to combat with the Winde Now swayes it that way like the selfe-same Sea Forc'd to retyre by furie of the Winde Sometime the Flood preuailes and than the Winde Now one the better then another best Both tugging to be Victors brest to brest Yet neither Conqueror nor Conquered So is the equall poise of this fell Warre Heere on this Mole-hill will I sit me downe To whom God will there be the Victorie For Margaret my Queene and Clifford too Haue chid me from the Battell Swearing both They prosper best of all when I am thence Would I were dead if Gods good will were so For what is in this world but Greefe and Woe Oh God! me thinkes it were a happy life To be no better then a homely Swaine To sit vpon a hill as I do now To carue out Dialls queintly point by point Thereby to see the Minutes how they runne How many makes the Houre full compleate How many Houres brings about the Day How many Dayes will finish vp the Yeare How many Yeares a Mortall man may liue When this is knowne then to diuide the Times So many Houres must I tend my Flocke So many Houres must I take my Rest So many Houres must I Contemplate So many Houres must I Sport my selfe So many Dayes my Ewes haue bene with yong So many weekes ere the poore Fooles will Eane So many yeares ere I shall sheere the Fleece So Minutes Houres Dayes Monthes and Yeares Past ouer to the end they were created Would bring white haires vnto a Quiet graue Ah! what a life were this How sweet how louely Giues not the Hawthorne bush a sweeter shade To Shepheards looking on their silly Sheepe Then doth a rich Imbroider'd Canopie To Kings that feare their Subiects treacherie Oh yes it doth a thousand fold it doth And to conclude the Shepherds homely Curds His cold thinne drinke out of his Leather Bottle His wonted sleepe vnder a fresh trees shade All which secure and sweetly he enioyes Is farre beyond a Princes Delicates His Viands sparkling in a Golden Cup His bodie couched in a curious bed When Care Mistrust and Treason waits on him Alarum Enter a Sonne that hath kill'd his Father at one doore and a Father that hath kill'd his Sonne at another doore Son Ill blowes the winde that profits no body This man whom hand to hand I slew in fight May be possessed with some store of Crownes And I that haply take them from him now May yet ere night yeeld both my Life and them To some man else as this dead man doth me Who 's this Oh God! It is my Fathers face Whom in this Conflict I vnwares haue kill'd Oh heauy times begetting such Euents From London by the King was I prest forth My Father being the Earle of Warwickes man Came on the part of Yorke prest by his Master And I who at his hands receiu'd my life Haue by my hands of Life bereaued him Pardon me God I knew not what I did And pardon Father for I knew not thee My Teares shall wipe away these bloody markes And no more words till they haue flow'd their fill King O pitteous spectacle O bloody Times Whiles Lyons Warre and battaile for their Dennes Poore harmlesse Lambes abide their enmity Weepe wretched man I le ayde thee Teare for Teare And let our hearts and eyes like Ciuill Warre Be blinde with teares and break ore-charg'd with griefe Enter Father bearing of his Sonne Fa. Thou that so stoutly hath resisted me Giue me thy Gold if thou hast any Gold For I haue bought it with an hundred blowes But let me see Is this our Foe-mans face Ah no no no it is mine onely Sonne Ah Boy if any life be left in thee Throw vp thine eye see see what showres arise Blowne with the windie Tempest of my heart Vpon thy wounds that killes mine Eye and Heart O pitty God this miserable Age What Stragems how fell how Butcherly Erreoneous mutinous and vnnaturall This deadly quarrell daily doth beget O Boy thy Father gaue thee life too soone And hath bereft thee of thy life too late King Wo aboue wo greefe more thē common greefe O that my death would stay these ruthfull deeds O pitty pitty gentle heauen pitty The Red Rose and the White are on his face The fatall Colours of our striuing Houses The one his purple Blood right well resembles The other his pale Cheekes me thinkes presenteth Wither one Rose and let the other flourish If you contend a thousand liues must wither Son How will my Mother for a Fathers death Take on with me and ne're be satisfi'd Fa. How will my Wife for slaughter of my Sonne Shed seas of Teares and ne're be satisfi'd King How will the Country for these woful chances Mis-thinke the King and not be satisfied Son Was euer sonne so rew'd a Fathers death Fath. Was euer Father so bemoan'd his Sonne Hen. Was euer King so greeu'd for Subiects woe Much is your sorrow Mine ten times so much Son I le beare thee hence where I may weepe my fill Fath. These armes of mine shall be thy winding sheet My heart sweet Boy shall be thy Sepulcher For from my heart thine Image ne're shall go My sighing brest shall be thy Funerall bell And so obsequious will thy Father be Men for the losse of thee hauing no more As Priam was for all his Valiant Sonnes I le beare thee hence and let them fight that will For I haue murthered where I should not kill Exit Hen. Sad-hearted-men much ouergone with Care Heere sits a King more wofull then you are Alarums Excursions Enter the Queen the Prince and Exeter Prin. Fly Father flye for all your Friends are fled And Warwicke rages like a chafed Bull Away for death doth hold vs in pursuite Qu. Mount you my Lord towards Barwicke post amaine Edward and Richard like a brace of Grey-hounds Hauing the fearfull flying Hare in sight With fiery eyes sparkling for very wrath And bloody steele graspt in their yrefull hands Are at our backes and therefore hence amaine Exet. Away for vengeance comes along
which Iesu pardon Q.M. Which God reuenge Rich. To fight on Edwards partie for the Crowne And for his meede poore Lord he is mewed vp I would to God my heart were Flint like Edwards Or Edwards soft and pittifull like mine I am too childish foolish for this World Q.M. High thee to Hell for shame leaue this World Thou Cacodemon there thy Kingdome is Riu. My Lord of Gloster in those busie dayes Which here you vrge to proue vs Enemies We follow'd then our Lord our Soueraigne King So should we you if you should be our King Rich. If I should be I had rather be a Pedler Farre be it from my heart the thought thereof Qu. As little ioy my Lord as you suppose You should enioy were you this Countries King As little ioy you may suppose in me That I enioy being the Queene thereof Q.M. A little ioy enioyes the Queene thereof For I am shee and altogether ioylesse I can no longer hold me patient Heare me you wrangling Pyrates that fall out In sharing that which you haue pill'd from me Which off you trembles not that lookes on me If not that I am Queene you bow like Subiects Yet that by you depos'd you quake like Rebells Ah gentle Villaine doe not turne away Rich. Foule wrinckled Witch what mak'st thou in my sight Q.M. But repetition of what thou hast marr'd That will I make before I let thee goe Rich. Wert thou not banished on paine of death Q.M. I was but I doe find more paine in banishment Then death can yeeld me here by my abode A Husband and a Sonne thou ow'st to me And thou a Kingdome all of you allegeance This Sorrow that I haue by right is yours And all the Pleasures you vsurpe are mine Rich. The Curse my Noble Father layd on thee When thou didst Crown his Warlike Brows with Paper And with thy scornes drew'st Riuers from his eyes And then to dry them gan'st the Duke a Clowt Steep'd in the faultlesse blood of prettie Rutland His Curses then from bitternesse of Soule Denounc'd against thee are all falne vpon thee And God not we hath plagu'd thy bloody deed Qu. So iust is God to right the innocent Hast O 't was the foulest deed to slay that Babe And the most mercilesse that ere was heard of Riu. Tyrants themselues wept when it was reported Dors No man but prophecied reuenge for it Buck. Northumberland then present wept to see it Q.M. What were you snarling all before I came Ready to catch each other by the throat And turne you all your hatred now on me Did Yorkes dread Curse preuaile so much with Heauen That Henries death my louely Edwards death Their Kingdomes losse my wofull Banishment Should all but answer for that peeuish Brat Can Curses pierce the Clouds and enter Heauen Why then giue way dull Clouds to my quick Curses Though not by Warre by Surfet dye your King As ours by Murther to make him a King Edward thy Sonne that now is Prince of Wales For Edward our Sonne that was Prince of Wales Dye in his youth by like vntimely violence Thy selfe a Queene for me that was a Queene Out-liue thy glory like my wretched selfe Long may'st thou liue to wayle thy Childrens death And see another as I see thee now Deck'd in thy Rights as thou art stall'd in mine Long dye thy happie dayes before thy death And after many length'ned howres of griefe Dye neyther Mother Wife nor Englands Queene Riuers and Dorset you were standers by And so wast thou Lord Hastings when my Sonne Was stab'd with bloody Daggers God I pray him That none of you may liue his naturall age But by some vnlook'd accident cut off Rich. Haue done thy Charme y u hateful wither'd Hagge Q.M. And leaue out thee stay Dog for y u shalt heare me If Heauen haue any grieuous plague in store Exceeding those that I can wish vpon thee O let them keepe it till thy sinnes be ripe And then hurle downe their indignation On thee the troubler of the poore Worlds peace The Worme of Conscience still begnaw thy Soule Thy Friends suspect for Traytors while thou liu'st And take deepe Traytors for thy dearest Friends No sleepe close vp that deadly Eye of thine Vnlesse it be while some tormenting Dreame Affrights thee with a Hell of ougly Deuills Thou eluish mark'd abortiue rooting Hogge Thou that wast seal'd in thy Natiuitie The slaue of Nature and the Sonne of Hell Thou slander of thy heauie Mothers Wombe Thou loathed Issue of thy Fathers Loynes Thou Ragge of Honor thou detested Rich. Margaret Q.M. Richard Rich. Ha. Q.M. I call thee not Rich. I cry thee mercie then for I did thinke That thou hadst call'd me all these bitter names Q.M. Why so I did but look'd for no reply Oh let me make the Period to my Curse Rich. 'T is done by me and ends in Margaret Qu. Thus haue you breath'd your Curse against your self Q.M. Poore painted Queen vain flourish of my fortune Why strew'st thou Sugar on that Bottel'd Spider Whose deadly Web ensnareth thee about Foole foole thou whet'st a Knife to kill thy selfe The day will come that thou shalt wish for me To helpe thee curse this poysonous Bunch-backt Toade Hast False boding Woman end thy frantick Curse Least to thy harme thou moue our patience Q.M. Foule shame vpon you you haue all mou'd mine Ri. Were you wel seru'd you would be taught your duty Q. M To serue me well you all should do me duty Teach me to be your Queene and you my Subiects O serue me well and teach your selues that duty Dors Dispute not with her shee is lunaticke Q.M. Peace Master Marquesse you are malapert Your fire-new stampe of Honor is scarce currant O that your yong Nobility could iudge What 't were to lose it and be miserable They that stand high haue many blasts to shake them And if they fall they dash themselues to peeces Rich. Good counsaile marry learne it learne it Marquesse Dor. It touches you my Lord as much as me Rich. I and much more but I was borne so high Our ayerie buildeth in the Cedars top And dallies with the winde and scornes the Sunne Mar. And turnes the Sun to shade alas alas Witnesse my Sonne now in the shade of death Whose bright out-shining beames thy cloudy wrath Hath in eternall darknesse folded vp Your ayery buildeth in our ayeries Nest O God that seest it do not suffer it As it is wonne with blood lost be it so Buc. Peace peace for shame If not for Charity Mar. Vrge neither charity nor shame to me Vncharitably with me haue you dealt And shamefully my hopes by you are butcher'd My Charity is outrage Life my shame And in that shame still liue my sorrowes rage Buc. Haue done haue done Mar. O Princely Buckingham I le kisse thy hand In signe of League and amity with thee Now faire befall thee and thy Noble house Thy Garments are not spotted with our
the Duke of Norfolke King Haue I a tongue to doome my Brothers death And shall that tongue giue pardon to a slaue My Brother kill'd no man his fault was Thought And yet his punishment was bitter death Who sued to me for him Who in my wrath Kneel'd and my feet and bid me be aduis'd Who spoke of Brother-hood who spoke of loue Who told me how the poore soule did forsake The mighty Warwicke and did fight for me Who told me in the field at Tewkesbury When Oxford had me downe he rescued me And said deare Brother liue and be a King Who told me when we both lay in the Field Frozen almost to death how he did lap me Euen in his Garments and did giue himselfe All thin and naked to the numbe cold night All this from my Remembrance brutish wrath Sinfully pluckt and not a man of you Had so much grace to put it in my minde But when your Carters or your wayting Vassalls Haue done a drunken Slaughter and defac'd The precious Image of our deere Redeemer You straight are on your knees for Pardon pardon And I vniustly too must grant it you But for my Brother not a man would speake Nor I vngracious speake vnto my selfe For him poore Soule The proudest of you all Haue bin beholding to him in his life Yet none of you would once begge for his life O God! I feare thy iustice will take hold On me and you and mine and yours for this Come Hastings helpe me to my Closset Ah poore Clarence Exeunt some with K. Queen Rich. This is the fruits of rashnes Markt you not How that the guilty Kindred of the Queene Look'd pale when they did heare of Clarence death O! they did vrge it still vnto the King God will reuenge it Come Lords will you go To comfort Edward with our company Buc. We wait vpon your Grace exeunt Scena Secunda Enter the old Dutchesse of Yorke with the two children of Clarence Edw. Good Grandam tell vs is our Father dead Dutch No Boy Daugh. Why do weepe so oft And beate your Brest And cry O Clarence my vnhappy Sonne Boy Why do you looke on vs and shake your head And call vs Orphans Wretches Castawayes If that our Noble Father were aliue Dut. My pretty Cosins you mistake me both I do lament the sicknesse of the King As loath to lose him not your Fathers death It were lost sorrow to waile one that 's lost Boy Then you conclude my Grandam he is dead The King mine Vnckle is too blame for it God will reuenge it whom I will importune With earnest prayers all to that effect Daugh. And so will I. Dut. Peace children peace the King doth loue you wel Incapeable and shallow Innocents You cannot guesse who caus'd your Fathers death Boy Grandam we can for my good Vnkle Gloster Told me the King prouok'd to it by the Queene Deuis'd impeachments to imprison him And when my Vnckle told me so he wept And pittied me and kindly kist my cheeke Bad me rely on him as on my Father And he would loue me deerely as a childe Dut. Ah! that Deceit should steale such gentle shape And with a vertuous Vizor hide deepe vice He is my sonne I and therein my shame Yet from my dugges he drew not this deceit Boy Thinke you my Vnkle did dissemble Grandam Dut. I Boy Boy I cannot thinke it Hearke what noise is this Enter the Queene with her haire about her ears Riuers Dorset after her Qu. Ah! who shall hinder me to waile and weepe To chide my Fortune and torment my Selfe I le ioyne with blacke dispaire against my Soule And to my selfe become an enemie Dut. What meanes this Scene of rude impatience Qu. To make an act of Tragicke violence Edward my Lord thy Sonne our King is dead Why grow the Branches when the Roote is gone Why wither not the leaues that want their sap If you will liue Lament if dye be breefe That our swift-winged Soules may catch the Kings Or like obedient Subiects follow him To his new Kingdome of nere-changing night Dut. Ah so much interest haue in thy sorrow As I had Title in thy Noble Husband I haue be wept a worthy Husbands death And liu'd with looking on his Images But now two Mirrors of his Princely semblance Are crack'd in pieces by malignant death And I for comfort haue but one false Glasse That greeues me when I see my shame in him Thou art a Widdow yet thou art a Mother And hast the comfort of thy Children left But death hath snatch'd my Husband from mine Armes And pluckt two Crutches from my feeble hands Clarence and Edward O what cause haue I Thine being but a moity of my moane To ouer-go thy woes and drowne thy cries Boy Ah Aunt you wept not for our Fathers death How can we ayde you with our Kindred teares Daugh. Our fatherlesse distresse was left vnmoan'd Your widdow-dolour likewise be vnwept Qu. Giue me no helpe in Lamentation I am not barren to bring forth complaints All Springs reduce their currents to mine eyes That I being gouern'd by the waterie Moone May send forth plenteous teares to drowne the World Ah for my Husband for my deere Lord Edward Chil. Ah for our Father for our deere Lord Clarence Dut. Alas for both both mine Edward and Clarence Qu. What stay had I but Edward and hee 's gone Chil. What stay had we but Clarence and he 's gone Dut. What stayes had I but they and they are gone Qu. Was neuer widdow had so deere a losse Chil. Were neuer Orphans had so deere a losse Dut. Was neuer Mother had so deere a losse Alas I am the Mother of these Greefes Their woes are parcell'd mine is generall She for an Edward weepes and so do I I for a Clarence weepes so doth not shee These Babes for Clarence weepe so do not they Alas you three on me threefold distrest Power all your teares I am your sorrowes Nurse And I will pamper it with Lamentation Dor. Comfort deere Mother God is much displeas'd That you take with vnthankfulnesse his doing In common worldly things 't is call'd vngratefull With dull vnwillingnesse to repay a debt Which with a bounteous hand was kindly lent Much more to be thus opposite with heauen For it requires the Royall debt it lent you Riuers Madam bethinke you like a carefull Mother Of the young Prince your sonne send straight for him Let him be Crown'd in him your comfort liues Drowne desperate sorrow in dead Edwards graue And plant your ioyes in liuing Edwards Throne Enter Richard Buckingham Derbie Hastings and Ratcliffe Rich. Sister haue comfort all of vs haue cause To waile the dimming of our shining Starre But none can helpe our harmes by wayling them Madam my Mother I do cry you mercie I did not see your Grace Humbly on my knee I craue your Blessing Dut. God blesse thee and put meeknes in thy breast Loue Charity Obedience and
with light gifts In weightier things you 'le say a Begger nay Glo. It is too weightie for your Grace to weare Yorke I weigh it lightly were it heauier Glo. What would you haue my Weapon little Lord Yorke I would that I might thanke you as as you call me Glo. How Yorke Little Prince My Lord of Yorke will still be crosse in talke Vnckle your Grace knowes how to beare with him Yorke You meane to beare me not to beare with me Vnckle my Brother mockes both you and me Because that I am little like an Ape He thinkes that you should beare me on your shoulders Buck. With what a sharpe prouided wit he reasons To mittigate the scorne he giues his Vnckle He prettily and aptly taunts himselfe So cunning and so young is wonderfull Glo. My Lord wilt please you passe along My selfe and my good Cousin Buckingham Will to your Mother to entreat of her To meet you at the Tower and welcome you Yorke What will you goe vnto the Tower my Lord Prince My Lord Protector will haue it so Yorke I shall not sleepe in quiet at the Tower Glo. Why what should you feare Yorke Marry my Vnckle Clarence angry Ghost My Grandam told me he was murther'd there Prince I feare no Vnckles dead Glo. Nor none that liue I hope Prince And if they liue I hope I need not feare But come my Lord and with a heauie heart Thinking on them goe I vnto the Tower A Senet Exeunt Prince Yorke Hastings and Dorset Manet Richard Buckingham and Catesby Buck. Thinke you my Lord this little prating Yorke Was not incensed by his subtile Mother To taunt and scorne you thus opprobriously Glo. No doubt no doubt Oh 't is a perillous Boy Bold quicke ingenious forward capable Hee is all the Mothers from the top to toe Buck. Well let them rest Come hither Catesby Thou art sworne as deepely to effect what we intend As closely to conceale what we impart Thou know'st our reasons vrg'd vpon the way What think'st thou is it not an easie matter To make William Lord Hastings of our minde For the installment of this Noble Duke In the Seat Royall of this famous Ile Cates. He for his fathers sake so loues the Prince That he will not be wonne to ought against him Buck. What think'st thou then of Stanley Will not hee Cates. Hee will doe all in all as Hastings doth Buck. Well then no more but this Goe gentle Catesby and as it were farre off Sound thou Lord Hastings How he doth stand affected to our purpose And summon him to morrow to the Tower To sit about the Coronation If thou do'st finde him tractable to vs Encourage him and tell him all our reasons If he be leaden ycie cold vnwilling Be thou so too and so breake off the talke And giue vs notice of his inclination For we to morrow hold diuided Councels Wherein thy selfe shalt highly be employ'd Rich. Commend me to Lord William tell him Catesby His ancient Knot of dangerous Aduersaries To morrow are let blood at Pomfret Castle And bid my Lord for ioy of this good newes Giue Mistresse Shore one gentle Kisse the more Buck. Good Catesby goe effect this businesse soundly Cates. My good Lords both with all the heed I can Rich. Shall we heare from you Catesby ere we sleepe Cates. You shall my Lord. Rich. At Crosby House there shall you find vs both Exit Catesby Buck. Now my Lord What shall wee doe if wee perceiue Lord Hastings will not yeeld to our Complots Rich. Chop off his Head Something wee will determine And looke when I am King clayme thou of me The Earledome of Hereford and all the moueables Whereof the King my Brother was possest Buck. I le clayme that promise at your Graces hand Rich. And looke to haue it yeelded with all kindnesse Come let vs suppe betimes that afterwards Wee may digest our complots in some forme Exeunt Scena Secunda Enter a Messenger to the Doore of Hastings Mess My Lord my Lord. Hast. Who knockes Mess One from the Lord Stanley Hast What is' t a Clocke Mess Vpon the stroke of foure Enter Lord Hastings Hast. Cannot my Lord Stanley sleepe these tedious Nights Mess So it appeares by that I haue to say First he commends him to your Noble selfe Hast What then Mess Then certifies your Lordship that this Night He dreamt the Bore had rased off his Helme Besides he sayes there are two Councels kept And that may be determin'd at the one Which may make you and him to rue at th' other Therefore he sends to know your Lordships pleasure If you will presently take Horse with him And with all speed post with him toward the North To shun the danger that his Soule diuines Hast. Goe fellow goe returne vnto thy Lord Bid him not feare the seperated Councell His Honor and my selfe are at the one And at the other is my good friend Catesby Where nothing can proceede that toucheth vs Whereof I shall not haue intelligence Tell him his Feares are shallow without instance And for his Dreames I wonder hee 's so simple To trust the mock'ry of vnquiet slumbers To flye the Bore before the Bore pursues Were to incense the Bore to follow vs And make pursuit where he did meane no chase Goe bid thy Master rise and come to me And we will both together to the Tower Where he shall see the Bore will vse vs kindly Mess I le goe my Lord and tell him what you say Exit Enter Catesby Cates. Many good morrowes to my Noble Lord. Hast. Good morrow Catesby you are early stirring What newes what newes in this our tott'ring State Cates. It is a reeling World indeed my Lord And I beleeue will neuer stand vpright Till Richard weare the Garland of the Realme Hast How weare the Garland Doest thou meane the Crowne Cates. I my good Lord. Hast I le haue this Crown of mine cut frō my shoulders Before I le see the Crowne so foule mis-plac'd But canst thou guesse that he doth ayme at it Cates. I on my life and hopes to find you forward Vpon his partie for the gaine thereof And thereupon he sends you this good newes That this same very day your enemies The Kindred of the Queene must dye at Pomfret Hast Indeed I am no mourner for that newes Because they haue beene still my aduersaries But that I le giue my voice on Richards side To barre my Masters Heires in true Descent God knowes I will not doe it to the death Cates. God keepe your Lordship in that gracious minde Hast But I shall laugh at this a twelue-month hence That they which brought me in my Masters hate I liue to looke vpon their Tragedie Well Catesby ere a fort-night make me older I le send some packing that yet thinke not on 't Cates. 'T is a vile thing to dye my gracious Lord When men are vnprepar'd and looke not for it Hast O monstrous monstrous and so falls
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
to come to them And soone I le rid you from the feare of them Rich. Thou sing'st sweet Musique Hearke come hither Tyrrel Goe by this token rise and lend thine Eare Whispers There is no more but so say it is done And I will loue thee and preferre thee for it Tyr. I will dispatch it straight Exit Enter Buckingham Buck. My Lord I haue consider'd in my minde The late request that you did sound me in Rich. Well let that rest Dorset is fled to Richmond Buck. I heare the newes my Lord. Rich. Stanley hee is your Wiues Sonne well looke vnto it Buck. My Lord I clayme the gift my due by promise For which your Honor and your Faith is pawn'd Th' Earledome of Hertford and the moueables Which you haue promised I shall possesse Rich. Stanley looke to your Wife if she conuey Letters to Richmond you shall answer it Buck. What sayes your Highnesse to my iust request Rich. I doe remember me Henry the Sixt Did prophecie that Richmond should be King When Richmond was a little peeuish Boy A King perhaps Buck. May it please you to resolue me in my suit Rich. Thou troublest me I am not in the vaine Exit Buck. And is it thus repayes he my deepe seruice With such contempt made I him King for this O let me thinke on Hastings and be gone To Brecnock while my fearefull Head is on Exit Enter Tyrrel Tyr. The tyrannous and bloodie Act is done The most arch deed of pittious massacre That euer yet this Land was guilty of Dighton and Forrest who I did suborne To do this peece of ruthfull Butchery Albeit they were flesht Villaines bloody Dogges Melted with tendernesse and milde compassion Wept like to Children in their deaths sad Story O thus quoth Dighton lay the gentle Babes Thus thus quoth Forrest girdling one another Within their Alablaster innocent Armes Their lips were foure red Roses on a stalke And in their Summer Beauty kist each other A Booke of Prayers on their pillow lay Which one quoth Forrest almost chang'd my minde But oh the Diuell there the Villaine stopt When Dighton thus told on we smothered The most replenished sweet worke of Nature That from the prime Creation ere she framed Hence both are gone with Conscience and Remorse They could not speake and so I left them both To beare this tydings to the bloody King Enter Richard And heere he comes All health my Soueraigne Lord. Ric. Kinde Tirrell am I happy in thy Newes Tir. If to haue done the thing you gaue in charge Be get your happinesse be happy then For it is done Rich. But did'st thou see them dead Tir. I did my Lord. Rich. And buried gentle Tirrell Tir. The Chaplaine of the Tower hath buried them But where to say the truth I do not know Rich. Come to me Tirrel soone and after Supper When thou shalt tell the processe of their death Meane time but thinke how I may do the good And be inheritor of thy desire Farewell till then Tir. I humbly take my leaue Rich. The Sonne of Clarence haue I pent vp close His daughter meanly haue I matcht in marriage The Sonnes of Edward sleepe in Abrahams bosome And Anne my wife hath bid this world good night Now for I know the Britaine Richmond aymes At yong Elizabeth my brothers daughter And by that knot lookes proudly on the Crowne To her go I a iolly thriuing wooer Enter Ratcliffe Rat. My Lord. Rich. Good or bad newes that thou com'st in so bluntly Rat. Bad news my Lord Mourton is fled to Richmond And Buckingham backt with the hardy Welshmen Is in the field and still his power encreaseth Rich. Ely with Richmond troubles me more neere Then Buckingham and his rash leuied Strength Come I haue learn'd that fearfull commenting Is leaden seruitor to dull delay Delay leds impotent and Snaile-pac'd Beggery Then fierie expedition be my wing Ioues Mercury and Herald for a King Go muster men My counsaile is my Sheeld We must be breefe when Traitors braue the Field Exeunt Scena Tertia Enter old Queene Margaret Mar. So now prosperity begins to mellow And drop into the rotten mouth of death Heere in these Confines slily haue I lurkt To watch the waining of mine enemies A dire induction am I witnesse to And will to France hoping the consequence Will proue as bitter blacke and Tragicall Withdraw thee wretched Margaret who comes heere Enter Dutchesse and Queene Qu. Ah my poore Princes ah my tender Babes My vnblowed Flowres new appearing sweets If yet your gentle soules flye in the Ayre And be not fixt in doome perpetuall Houer about me with your ayery wings And heare your mothers Lamentation Mar. Houer about her say that right for right Hath dim'd your Infant morne to Aged night Dut. So many miseries haue craz'd my voyce That my woe-wearied tongue is still and mute Edward Plantagenet why art thou dead Mar. Plantagenet doth quit Plantagenet Edward for Edward payes a dying debt Qu. Wilt thou O God flye from such gentle Lambs And throw them in the intrailes of the Wolfe When didst thou sleepe when such a deed was done Mar. When holy Harry dyed and my sweet Sonne Dut. Dead life blind sight poore mortall liuing ghost Woes Scene Worlds shame Graues due by life vsurpt Breefe abstract and record of tedious dayes Rest thy vnrest on Englands lawfull earth Vnlawfully made drunke with innocent blood Qu. Ah that thou would'st assoone affoord a Graue As thou canst yeeld a melancholly seare Then would I hide my bones not rest them heere Ah who hath any cause to mourne but wee Mar. If ancient sorrow be most reuerent Giue mine the benefit of signeurie And let my greefes frowne on the vpper hand If sorrow can admit Society I had an Edward till a Richard kill'd him I had a Husband till a Richard kill'd him Thou had'st an Edward till a Richard kill'd him Thou had'st a Richard till a Richard kill'd him Dut. I had a Richard too and thou did'st kill him I had a Rutland too thou hop'st to kill him Mar. Thou had'st a Clarence too And Richard kill'd him From forth the kennell of thy wombe hath crept A Hell-hound that doth hunt vs all to death That Dogge that had his teeth before his eyes To worâ—y Lambes and lap their gentle blood That foule defacer of Gods handy worke That reignes in gauled eyes of weeping soules That excellent grand Tyrant of the earth Thy wombe let loose to chase vs to our graues O vpright iust and true-disposing God How do I thanke thee that this carnall Curre Prayes on the issue of his Mothers body And makes her Pue-fellow with others mone Dut. Oh Harries wife triumph not in my woes God witnesse with me I haue wept for thine Mar. Beare with me I am hungry for reuenge And now I cloy me with beholding it Thy Edward he is dead that kill'd my Edward The other Edward dead to quit my Edward Yong Yorke he is but
that Woman when she has done most Yet will I adde an Honor a great Patience Car. Madam you wander from the good We ayme at Qu. My Lord I dare not make my selfe so guiltie To giue vp willingly that Noble Title Your Master wed me to nothing but death Shall e're diuorce my Dignities Car. Pray heare me Qu. Would I had neuer trod this English Earth Or felt the Flatteries that grow vpon it Ye haue Angels Faces but Heauen knowes your hearts What will become of me now wretched Lady I am the most vnhappy Woman liuing Alas poore Wenches where are now your Fortunes Shipwrack'd vpon a Kingdome where no Pitty No Friends no Hope no Kindred weepe for me Almost no Graue allow'd me Like the Lilly That once was Mistris of the Field and flourish'd I le hang my head and perish Car. If your Grace Could but be brought to know our Ends are honest Youl 'd feele more comfort Why shold we good Lady Vpon what cause wrong you Alas our Places The way of our Profession is against it We are to Cure such sorrowes not to sowe ' em For Goodnesse sake consider what you do How you may hurt your selfe I vtterly Grow from the Kings Acquaintance by this Carriage The hearts of Princes kisse Obedience So much they loue it But to stubborne Spirits They swell and grow as terrible as stormes I know you haue a Gentle Noble temper A Soule as euen as a Calme Pray thinke vs Those we professe Peace-makers Friends and Seruants Camp Madam you 'l finde it so You wrong your Vertues With these weake Womens feares A Noble Spirit As yours was put into you euer casts Such doubts as false Coine from it The King loues you Beware you loose it not For vs if you please To trust vs in your businesse we are ready To vse our vtmost Studies in your seruice Qu. Do what ye will my Lords And pray forgiue me If I haue vs'd my selfe vnmannerly You know I am a Woman lacking wit To make a seemely answer to such persons Pray do my seruice to his Maiestie He ha's my heart yet and shall haue my Prayers While I shall haue my life Come reuerend Fathers Bestow your Councels on me She now begges That little thought when she set footing heere She should haue bought her Dignities so deere Exeunt Scena Secunda Enter the Duke of Norfolke Duke of Suffolke Lord Surrey and Lord Chamberlaine Norf. If you will now vnite in your Complaints And force them with a Constancy the Cardinall Cannot stand vnder them If you omit The offer of this time I cannot promise But that you shall sustaine moe new disgraces With these you beare alreadie Sur. I am ioyfull To meete the least occasion that may giue me Remembrance of my Father-in-Law the Duke To be reueng'd on him Suf. Which of the Peeres Haue vncontemn'd gone by him or at least Strangely neglected When did he regard The stampe of Noblenesse in any person Out of himselfe Cham. My Lords you speake your pleasures What he deserues of you and me I know What we can do to him though now the time Giues way to vs I much feare If you cannot Barre his accesse to ' th' King neuer attempt Any thing on him for he hath a Witchcraft Ouer the King in 's Tongue Nor. O feare him not His spell in that is out the King hath found Matter against him that for euer marres The Hony of his Language No he 's setled Not to come off in his displeasure Sur. Sir I should be glad to heare such Newes as this Once euery houre Nor. Beleeue it this is true In the Diuorce his contrarie proceedings Are all vnfolded wherein he appeares As I would wish mine Enemy Sur. How came His practises to light Suf. Most strangely Sur. O how how Suf. The Cardinals Letters to the Pope miscarried And came to th' eye o' th' King wherein was read How that the Cardinall did intreat his Holinesse To stay the Iudgement o' th' Diuorce for if It did take place I do quoth he perceiue My King is tangled in affection to A Creature of the Queenes Lady Anne Bullen Sur. Ha's the King this Suf. Beleeue it Sur. Will this worke Cham. The King in this perceiues him how he coasts And hedges his owne way But in this point All his trickes founder and he brings his Physicke After his Patients death the King already Hath married the faire Lady Sur. Would he had Suf. May you be happy in your wish my Lord For I professe you haue it Sur. Now all my ioy Trace the Coniunction Suf. My Amen too 't Nor. All mens Suf. There 's order giuen for her Coronation Marry this is yet but yong and may be left To some eares vnrecounted But my Lords She is a gallant Creature and compleate In minde and feature I perswade me from her Will fall some blessing to this Land which shall In it be memoriz'd Sur. But will the King Digest this Letter of the Cardinals The Lord forbid Nor. Marry Amen Suf. No no There be moe Waspes that buz about his Nose Will make this sting the sooner Cardinall Campeius Is stolne away to Rome hath ' tane no leaue Ha's left the cause o' th' King vnhandled and Is posted as the Agent of our Cardinall To second all his plot I do assure you The King cry'de Ha at this Cham. Now God incense him And let him cry Ha lowder Norf. But my Lord When returnes Cranmer Suf. He is return'd in his Opinions which Haue satisfied the King for his Diuorce Together with all famous Colledges Almost in Christendome shortly I beleeue His second Marriage shall be publishd and Her Coronation Katherine no more Shall be call'd Queene but Princesse Dowager And Widdow to Prince Arthur Nor. This same Cranmer's A worthy Fellow and hath tane much paine In the Kings businesse Suf. He ha's and we shall see him For it an Arch-byshop Nor. So I heare Suf. 'T is so Enter Wolsey and Cromwell The Cardinall Nor. Obserue obserue hee 's moody Car. The Packet Cromwell Gau 't you the King Crom. To his owne hand in 's Bed-chamber Card. Look'd he o' th' inside of the Paper Crom. Presently He did vnseale them and the first he view'd He did it with a Serious minde a heede Was in his countenance You he bad Attend him heere this Morning Card. Is he ready to come abroad Crom. I thinke by this he is Card. Leaue me a while Exit Cromwell It shall be to the Dutches of Alanson The French Kings Sister He shall marry her Anne Bullen No I le no Anne Bullens for him There 's more in 't then faire Visage Bullen No wee 'l no Bullens Speedily I wish To heare from Rome The Marchionesse of Penbroke Nor. He 's discontented Suf. Maybe he heares the King Does whet his Anger to him Sur. Sharpe enough Lord for thy Iustice Car. The late Queenes Gentlewoman A Knights Daughter To be her Mistris Mistris The Queenes
heare her speake away with her Laui Sweet Lords intreat her heare me but a word Demet. Listen faire Madam let it be your glory To see her teares but be your hart to them As vnrelenting flint to drops of raine Laui When did the Tigers young-ones teach the dam O doe not learne her wrath she taught it thee The milke thou suck'st from her did turne to Marble Euen at thy Teat thou had'st thy Tyranny Yet euery Mother breeds not Sonnes alike Do thou intreat her shew a woman pitty Chiro What Would'st thou haue me proue my selfe a bastard Laui 'T is true The Rauen doth not hatch a Larke Yet haue I heard Oh could I finde it now The Lion mou'd with pitty did indure To haue his Princely pawes par'd all away Some say that Rauens foster forlorne children The whil'st their owne birds famish in their nests Oh be to me though thy hard hart say no Nothing so kind but something pittifull Tamo I know not what it meanes away with her Lauin Oh let me teach thee for my Fathers sake That gaue thee life when well he might haue slaine thee Be not obdurate open thy deafe eares Tamo Had'st thou in person nere offended me Euen for his sake am I pittilesse Remember Boyes I powr'd forth teares in vaine To saue your brother from the sacrifice But fierce Andronicus would not relent Therefore away with her and vse her as you will The worse to her the better lou'd of me Laui Oh Tamora Be call'd a gentle Queene And with thine owne hands kill me in this place For 't is not life that I haue beg'd so long Poore I was slaine when Bassianus dy'd Tam. What beg'st thou then fond woman let me go Laui 'T is present death I beg and one thing more That womanhood denies my tongue to tell Oh keepe me from their worse then killing lust And tumble me into some loathsome pit Where neuer mans eye may behold my body Doe this and be a charitable murderer Tam. So should I rob my sweet Sonnes of their fee No let them satisfie their lust on thee Deme. Away For thou hast staid vs heere too long Lauinia No Garace No womanhood Ah beastly creature The blot and enemy to our generall name Confusion fall Chi. Nay then I le stop your mouth Bring thou her husband This is the Hole where Aaron bid vs hide him Tam. Farewell my Sonnes see that you make her sure Nere let my heart know merry cheere indeed Till all the Andronici be made away Now will I hence to seeke my louely Moore And let my spleenefull Sonnes this Trull defloure Exit Enter Aaron with two of Titus Sonnes Aron Come on my Lords the better foote before Straight will I bring you to the lothsome pit Where I espied the Panther fast asleepe Quin. My sight is very dull what ere it bodes Marti And mine I promise you were it not for shame Well could I leaue our sport to sleepe a while Quin. What art thou fallen What subtile Hole is this Whose mouth is couered with Rude growing Briers Vpon whose leaues are drops of new-shed-blood As fresh as mornings dew distil'd on flowers A very fatall place it seemes to me Speake Brother hast thou hurt thee with the fall Martius Oh Brother With the dismal'st obiect That euer eye with sight made heart lament Aron Now will I fetch the King to finde them heere That he thereby may haue a likely gesse How these were they that made away his Brother Exit Aaron Marti Why dost not comfort me and helpe me out From this vnhallow'd and blood-stained Hole Quintus I am surprised with an vncouth feare A chilling sweat ore-runs my trembling ioynts My heart suspects more then mine eie can see Marti To proue thou hast a true diuining heart Aaron and thou looke downe into this den And see a fearefull sight of blood and death Quintus Aaron is gone And my compassionate heart Will not permit mine eyes once to behold The thing whereat it trembles by surmise Oh tell me how it is for nere till now Was I a child to feare I know not what Marti Lord Bassianus lies embrewed heere All on a heape like to the slaughtred Lambe In this detested darke blood-drinking pit Quin. If it be darke how doost thou know 't is he Mart. Vpon his bloody finger he doth weare A precious Ring that lightens all the Hole Which like a Taper in some Monument Doth shine vpon the dead mans earthly cheekes And shewes the ragged intrailes of the pit So pale did shine the Moone on Piramus When he by night lay bath'd in Maiden blood O Brother helpe me with thy fainting hand If feare hath made thee faint as mee it hath Out of this fell deuouring receptacle As hatefull as Ocitus mistie mouth Quint. Reach me thy hand that I may helpe thee out Or wanting strength to doe thee so much good I may be pluckt into the swallowing wombe Of this deepe pit poore Bassianus graue I haue no strength to plucke thee to the brinke Martius Nor I no strength to clime without thy help Quin. Thy hand once more I will not loose againe Till thou art heere aloft or I below Thou can'st not come to me I come to thee Boths fall in Enter the Emperour Aaron the Moore Satur. Along with me I le see what hole is heere And what he is that now is leapt into it Say who art thou that lately did it descend Into this gaping hollow of the earth Marti The vnhappie sonne of old Andronicus Brought hither in a most vnluckie houre To finde thy brother Bassianus dead Satur. My brother dead I know thou dost but iest He and his Lady both are at the Lodge Vpon the North-side of this pleasant Chase 'T is not an houre since I left him there Marti We know not where you left him all aliue But out alas heere haue we found him dead Enter Tamora Andronicus and Lucius Tamo Where is my Lord the King King Heere Tamora though grieu'd with killing griefe Tam. Where is thy brother Bassianus King Now to the bottome dost thou search my wound Poore Bassianus heere lies murthered Tam. Then all too late I bring this fatall writ The complot of this timelesse Tragedie And wonder greatly that mans face can fold In pleasing smiles such murderous Tyrannie She giueth Saturnine a Letter Saturninus reads the Letter And if we misse to meete him hansomely Sweet huntsman Bassianus 't is we meane Doe thou so much as dig the graue for him Thou know'st our meaning looke for thy reward Among the Nettles at the Elder tree Which ouer-shades the mouth of that same pit Where we decreed to bury Bassianuss Doe this and purchase vs thy lasting friends King Oh Tamora was euer heard the like This is the pit and this the Elder tree Looke sirs if you can finde the huntsman out That should haue murthered Bassianus heere Aron My gracious Lord heere is the bag of Gold
He craues a parly at your Fathers house Willing you to demand your Hostages And they shall be immediately deliuered Goth. What saies our Generall Luc. Emillius let the Emperour giue his pledges Vnto my Father and my Vncle Marcus Flourish And we will come I march away Exeunt Enter Tamora and her two Sonnes disguised Tam. Thus in this strange and sad Habilliament I will encounter with Andronicus And say I am Reuenge sent from below To ioyne with him and right his hainous wrongs Knocke at his study where they say he keepes To ruminate strange plots of dire Reuenge Tell him Reuenge is come to ioyne with him And worke confusion on his Enemies They knocke and Titus opens his study dore Tit. Who doth mollest my Contemplation Is it your tricke to make me ope the dore That so my sad decrees may flie away And all my studie be to no effect You are deceiu'd for what I meane to do See heere in bloody lines I haue set downe And what is written shall be executed Tam. Titus I am come to talke with thee Tit. No not a word how can I grace my talke Wanting a hand to giue it action Thou hast the ods of me therefore no more Tam. If thou did'st know me Thou would'st talke with me Tit. I am not mad I know thee well enough Witnesse this wretched stump Witnesse these crimson lines Witnesse these Trenches made by griefe and care Witnesse the trying day and heauie night Witnesse all sorrow that I know thee well For our proud Empresse Mighty Tamora Is not thy comming for my other hand Tamo Know thou sad man I am not Tamora She is thy Enemie and I thy Friend I am Reuenge sent from th' infernall Kingdome To ease the gnawing Vulture of the mind By working wreakefull vengeance on my Foes Come downe and welcome me to this worlds light Conferre with me of Murder and of Death Ther 's not a hollow Caue or lurking place No Vast obscurity or Misty vale Where bloody Murther or detested Rape Can couch for feare but I will finde them out And in their eares tell them my dreadfull name Reuenge which makes the foule offenders quake Tit. Art thou Reuenge and art thou sent to me To be a torment to mine Enemies Tam. I am therefore come downe and welcome me Tit. Doe me some seruice ere I come to thee Loe by thy side where Rape and Murder stands Now giue some surance that thou art Reuenge Stab them or teare them on thy Chariot wheeles And then I le come and be thy Waggoner And whirle along with thee about the Globes Prouide thee two proper Palfries as blacke as Iet To hale thy vengefull Waggon swift away And finde out Murder in their guilty cares And when thy Car is loaden with their heads I will dismount and by the Waggon wheele Trot like a Seruile footeman all day long Euen from Eptons rising in the East Vntill his very downefall in the Sea And day by day I le do this heauy taske So thou destroy Rapine and Murder there Tam. These are my Ministers and come with me Tit. Are them thy Ministers what are they call'd Tam. Rape and Murder therefore called so Cause they take vengeance of such kind of men Tit. Good Lord how like the Empresse Son they are And you the Empresse But we worldly men Haue miserable mad mistaking eyes Oh sweet Reuenge now do I come to thee And if one armes imbracement will content thee I will imbrace thee in it by and by Tam. This closing with him fits his Lunacie What ere I forge to feede his braine-sicke fits Do you vphold and maintaine in your speeches For now he firmely takes me for Reuenge And being Credulous in this mad thought I le make him send for Lucius his Sonne And whil'st I at a Banquet hold him sure I le find some cunning practise out of hand To scatter and disperse the giddle Gothes Or at the least make them his Enemies See heere he comes and I must play my theame Tit. Long haue I bene forlorne and all for thee Welcome dread Fury to my woofull house Rapine and Murther you are welcome too How like the Empresse and her Sonnes you are Well are you fitted had you but a Moore Could not all hell afford you such a deuill For well I wote the Empresse neuer wags But in her company there is a Moore And would you represent our Queene aright It were conuenient you had such a deuill But welcome as you are what shall we doe Tam. What would'st thou haue vs doe Andronicus Dem. Shew me a Murtherer I le deale with him Chi. Shew me a Villaine that hath done a Rape And I am sent to be reueng'd on him Tam. Shew me a thousand that haue done thee wrong And I le be reuenged on them all Tit. Looke round about the wicked streets of Rome And when thou find'st a man that 's like thy selfe Good Murder stab him hee 's a Murtherer Goe thou with him and when it is thy hap To finde another that is like to thee Good Rapine stab him he is a Rauisher Go thou with them and in the Emperours Court There is a Queene attended by a Moore Well maist thou know her by thy owne proportion For vp and downe she doth resemble thee I pray thee doe on them some violent death They haue bene violent to me and mine Tam. Well hast thou lesson'd vs this shall we do But would it please thee good Andronicus To send for Lucius thy thrice Valiant Sonne Who leades towards Rome a Band of Warlike Gothes And bid him come and Banquet at thy house When he is heere euen at thy Solemne Feast I will bring in the Empresse and her Sonnes The Emperour himselfe and all thy Foes And at thy mercy shall they stoop and kneele And on them shalt thou ease thy angry heart What saies Andronicus to this deuise Enter Marcus Tit. Marcus my Brother 't is sad Titus calls Go gentle Marcus to thy Nephew Lucius Thou shalt enquire him out among the Gothes Bid him repaire to me and bring with him Some of the chiefest Princes of the Gothes Bid him encampe his Souldiers where they are Tell him the Emperour and the Empresse too Feasts at my house and he shall Feast with them This do thou for my loue and so let him As he regards his aged Fathers life Mar. This will I do and soone returne againe Tam. Now will I hence about thy businesse And take my Ministers along with me Tit. Nay nay let Rape and Murder stay with me Or els I le call my Brother backe againe And cleaue to no reuenge but Lucius Tam. What say you Boyes will you bide with him Whiles I goe tell my Lord the Emperour How I haue gouern'd our determined iest Yeeld to his Humour smooth and speake him faire And tarry with him till I turne againe Tit. I know them all though they suppose me mad And will ore-reach them in their owne
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
Fortinbras who by a Seal'd Compact Well ratified by Law and Heraldrie Did forfeite with his life all those his Lands Which he stood seiz'd on to the Conqueror Against the which a Moity competent Was gaged by our King which had return'd To the Inheritance of Fortinbras Had he bin Vanquisher as by the same Cou'nant And carriage of the Article designe His fell to Hamlet Now sir young Fortinbras Of vnimproued Mettle hot and full Hath in the skirts of Norway heere and there Shark'd vp a List of Landlesse Resolutes For Foode and Diet to some Enterprize That hath a stomacke in 't which is no other And it doth well appeare vnto our State But to recouer of vs by strong hand And termes Compulsatiue those foresaid Lands So by his Father lost and this I take it Is the maine Motiue of our Preparations The Sourse of this our Watch and the cheefe head Of this post-hast and Romage in the Land Enter Ghost againe But soft behold Loe where it comes againe I le crosse it though it blast me Stay Illusion If thou hast any sound or vse of Voyce Speake to me If there be any good thing to be done That may to thee do ease and grace to me speak to me If thou art priuy to thy Countries Fate Which happily foreknowing may auoyd Oh speake Or if thou hast vp-hoorded in thy life Extorted Treasure in the wombe of Earth For which they say you Spirits oft walke in death Speake of it Stay and speake Stop it Marcellus Mar. Shall I strike at ir with my Partizan Hor. Do if it will not stand Barn 'T is heere Hor. 'T is heere Mar. 'T is gone Exit Ghost We do it wrong being so Maiesticall To offer it the shew of Violence For it is as the Ayre invulnerable And our vaine blowes malicious Mockery Barn It was about to speake when the Cocke crew Hor. And then it started like a guilty thing Vpon a fearfull Summons I haue heard The Cocke that is the Trumpet to the day Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding Throate Awake the God of Day and at his warning Whether in Sea or Fire in Earth or Ayre Th' extrauagant and erring Spirit hyes To his Confine And of the truth heerein This present Obiect made probation Mar. It faded on the crowing of the Cocke Some sayes that euer ' gainst that Season comes Wherein our Sauiours Birth is celebrated The Bird of Dawning singeth all night long And then they say no Spirit can walke abroad The nights are wholsome then no Planets strike No Faiery talkes nor Witch hath power to Charme So hallow'd and so gracious is the time Hor. So haue I heard and do in part beleeue it But looke the Morne in Russet mantle clad Walkes o're the dew of you high Easterne Hill Breake we our Watch vp and by my aduice Let vs impart what we haue seene to night Vnto yong Hamlet For vpon my life This Spirit dumbe to vs will speake to him Do you consent we shall acquaint him with it As needfull in our Loues fitting our Duty Mar. Let do 't I pray and I this morning know Where we shall finde him most conueniently Exeunt Scena Secunda Enter Claudius King of Denmarke Gertrude the Queene Hamlet Polonius Laertes and his Sister Ophelia Lords Attendant King Though yet of Hamlet our deere Brothers death The memory be greene and that it vs befitted To beare our hearts in greefe and our whole Kingdome To be contracted in one brow of woe Yet so farre hath Discretion fought with Nature That we with wisest sorrow thinke on him Together with remembrance of our selues Therefore our sometimes Sister now our Queen Th' Imperiall Ioyntresse of this warlike State Haue we as 't were with a defeated ioy With one Auspicious and one Dropping eye With mirth in Funerall and with Dirge in Marriage In equall Scale weighing Delight and Dole Taken to Wife nor haue we heerein barr'd Your better Wisedomes which haue freely gone With this affaire along for all our Thankes Now followes that you know young Fortinbras Holding a weake supposall of our worth Or thinking by our late deere Brothers death Our State to be disioynt and out of Frame Colleagued with the dreame of his Aduantage He hath not fayl'd to pester vs with Message Importing the surrender of those Lands Lost by his Father with all Bonds of Law To our most valiant Brother So much for him Enter Voltemand and Cornelius Now for our selfe and for this time of meeting Thus much the businesse is We haue heere writ To Norway Vncle of young Fortinbras Who Impotent and Bedrid scarsely heares Of this his Nephewes purpose to suppresse His further gate heerein In that the Leuies The Lists and full proportions are all made Out of his subiect and we heere dispatch You good Cornelius and you Voltemand For bearing of this greeting to old Norway Giuing to you no further personall power To businesse with the King more then the scope Of these dilated Articles allow Farewell and let your hast commend your duty Volt. In that and all things will we shew our duty King We doubt it nothing heartily farewell Exit Voltemand and Cornelius And now Laertes what 's the newes with you You told vs of some suite What is' t Laertes You cannot speake of Reason to the Dane And loose your voyce What would'st thou beg Laertes That shall not be my Offer not thy Asking The Head is not more Natiue to the Heart The Hand more Instrumentall to the Mouth Then is the Throne of Denmarke to thy Father What would'st thou haue Laertes Laer. Dread my Lord Your leaue and fauour to returne to France From whence though willingly I came to Denmarke To shew my duty in your Coronation Yet now I must confesse that duty done My thoughts and wishes bend againe towards France And bow them to your gracious leaue and pardon King Haue you your Fathers leaue What sayes Pollonius Pol. He hath my Lord I do beseech you giue him leaue to go King Take thy faire houre Laertes time be thine And thy best graces spend it at thy will But now my Cosin Hamlet and my Sonne Ham. A little more then kin and lesse then kinde King How is it that the Clouds still hang on you Ham. Not so my Lord I am too much i' th' Sun Queen Good Hamlet cast thy nightly colour off And let thine eye looke like a Friend on Denmarke Do not for euer with thy veyled lids Seeke for thy Noble Father in the dust Thou know'st 't is common all that liues must dye Passing through Nature to Eternity Ham. I Madam it is common Queen If it be Why seemes it so particular with thee Ham. Seemes Madam Nay it is I know not Seemes 'T is not alone my Inky Cloake good Mother Nor Custōmary suites of solemne Blacke Nor windy suspiration of forc'd breath No nor the fruitfull Riuer in the Eye Nor the deiected hauiour of the Visage Together
parley For Lord Hamlet Beleeue so much in him that he is young And with a larger tether may he walke Then may be giuen you In few Ophelia Doe not beleeue his vowes for they are Broakers Not of the eye which their Inuestments show But meere implorators of vnholy Sutes Breathing like sanctified and pious bonds The better to beguile This is for all I would not in plaine tearmes from this time forth Haue you so slander any moment leisure As to giue words or talke with the Lord Hamlet Looke too 't I charge you come your wayes Ophe. I shall obey my Lord. Exeunt Enter Hamlet Horatio Marcellus Ham. The Ayre bites shrewdly is it very cold Hor. It is a nipping and an eager ayre Ham. What hower now Hor. I thinke it lacks of twelue Mar. No it is strooke Hor. Indeed I heard it not then it drawes neere the season Wherein the Spirit held his wont to walke What does this meane my Lord Ham. The King doth wake to night and takes his rouse Keepes wassels and the swaggering vpspring reeles And as he dreines his draughts of Renish downe The kettle Drum and Trumpet thus bray out The triumph of his Pledge Horat. Is it a custome Ham. I marry ist And to my mind though I am natiue heere And to the manner borne It is a Custome More honour'd in the breach then the obseruance Enter Ghost Hor. Looke my Lord it comes Ham. Angels and Ministers of Grace defend vs Be thou a Spirit of health or Goblin damn'd Bring with thee ayres from Heauen or blasts from Hell Be thy euents wicked or charitable Thou com'st in such a questionable shape That I will speake to thee I le call thee Hamlet King Father Royall Dane Oh oh answer me Let me not burst in Ignorance but tell Why thy Canoniz'd bones Hearsed in death Haue burst their cerments why the Sepulcher Wherein we saw thee quietly enurn'd Hath op'd his ponderous and Marble iawes To cast thee vp againe What may this meane That thou dead Coarse againe in compleat steele Reuisits thus the glimpses of the Moone Making Night hidious And we fooles of Nature So horridly to shake our disposition With thoughts beyond thee reaches of our Soules Say why is this wherefore what should we doe Ghost beckens Hamlet Hor. It beckons you to goe away with it As if it some impartment did desire To you alone Mar. Looke with what courteous action It wafts you to a more remoued ground But doe not goe with it Hor. No by no meanes Ham. It will not speake then will I follow it Hor. Doe not my Lord. Ham. Why what should be the feare I doe not set my life at a pins fee And for my Soule what can it doe to that Being a thing immortall as it selfe It waues me forth againe I le follow it Hor. What if it tempt you toward the Floud my Lord Or to the dreadfull Sonnet of the Cliffe That beetles o're his base into the Sea And there assumes some other horrible forme Which might depriue your Soueraignty of Reason And draw you into madnesse thinke of it Ham. It wafts me still goe on I le follow thee Mar. You shall not goe my Lord. Ham. Hold off your band Hor. Be rul'd you shall not goe Ham. My fate cries out And makes each petty Artire in this body As hardy as the Nemian Lions nerue Still am I cal'd Vnhand me Gentlemen By Heau'n I le make a Ghost of him that lets me I say away goe on I le follow thee Exeunt Ghost Hamlet Hor. He waxes desperate with imagination Mar. Let 's follow 't is not fit thus to obey him Hor. Haue after to what issue will this come Mar. Something is rotten in the State of Denmarke Hor. Heauen will direct it Mar. Nay let 's follow him Exeunt Enter Ghost and Hamlet Ham. Where wilt thou lead me speak I le go no further Gho. Marke me Ham. I will Gho. My hower is almost come When I to sulphurous and tormenting Flames Must render vp my selfe Ham. Alas poore Ghost Gho. Pitty me not but lend thy serious hearing To what I shall vnfold Ham. Speake I am bound to heare Gho. So art thou to reuenge when thou shalt heare Ham. What Gho. I am thy Fathers Spirit Doom'd for a certaine terme to walke the night And for the day confin'd to fast in Fiers Till the foule crimes done in my dayes of Nature Are burnt and purg'd away But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my Prison-House I could a Tale vnfold whose lightest word Would harrow vp thy soule freeze thy young blood Make thy two eyes like Starres start from their Spheres Thy knotty and combined locks to part And each particular haire to stand an end Like Quilles vpon the fretfull Porpentine But this eternall blason must not be To eares of flesh and bloud lift Hamlet oh lift If thou didst euer thy deare Father loue Ham. Oh Heauen Gho. Reuenge his foule and most vnnaturall Murther Ham. Murther Ghost Murther most foule as in the best it is But this most foule strange and vnnaturall Ham. Hast hast me to know it That with wings as swift As meditation or the thoughts of Loue May sweepe to my Reuenge Ghost I finde thee apt And duller should'st thou be then the fat weede That rots it selfe in ease on Lethe Wharfe Would'st thou not stirre in this Now Hamlet heare It 's giuen out that sleeping in mine Orchard A Serpent stung me so the whole eare of Denmarke Is by a forged processe of my death Rankly abus'd But know thou Noble youth The Serpent that did sting thy Fathers life Now weares his Crowne Ham. O my Propheticke soule mine Vncle Ghost I that incestuous that adulterate Beast With witchcraft of his wits hath Traitorous guifts Oh wicked Wit and Gifts that haue the power So to seduce Won to to this shamefull Lust The will of my most seeming vertuous Queene Oh Hamlet what a falling off was there From me whose loue was of that dignity That it went hand in hand euen with the Vow I made to her in Marriage and to decline Vpon a wretch whose Naturall gifts were poore To those of mine But Vertue as it neuer wil be moued Though Lewdnesse court it in a shape of Heauen So Lust though to a radiant Angell link'd Will sate it selfe in a Celestiallbed prey on Garbage But soft me thinkes I sent the Mornings Ayre Briefe let me be Sleeping within mine Orchard My custome alwayes in the afternoone Vpon my secure hower thy Vncle stole With iuyce of cursed Hebenon in a Violl And in the Porches of mine eares did poure The leaperous Distilment whose effect Holds such an enmity with bloud of Man That swift as Quick-siluer it courses through The naturall Gates and Allies of the Body And with a sodaine vigour it doth posset And curd like Aygre droppings into Milke The thin and wholsome blood so did it mine And a most instant Tetter bak'd
matter Hor. Nay good my Lord. Ham. It is but foolery but it is such a kinde of gain-giuing as would perhaps trouble a woman Hor. If your minde dislike any thing obey I will forestall their repaire hither and say you are not fit Ham. Not a whit we defie Augury there 's a speciall Prouidence in the fall of a sparrow If it be now 't is not to come if it bee not to come it will bee now if it be not now yet it will come the readinesse is all since no man ha's ought of what he leaues What is' t to leaue betimes Enter King Queene Laertes and Lords with other Attendants with Foyles and Gauntlets a Table and Flagons of Wine on it Kin. Come Hamlet come and take this hand from me Ham. Giue me your pardon Sir I 'ue done you wrong But pardon't as you are a Gentleman This presence knowes And you must needs haue heard how I am punisht With sore distraction What I haue done That might your nature honour and exception Roughly awake I heere proclaime was madnesse Wasâ—t Hamlet wrong'd Laertes Neuer Hamlet If Hamlet from himselfe be tane away And when he 's not himselfe do's wrong Laertes Then Hamlet does it not Hamlet denies it Who does it then His Madnesse If 't be so Hamlet is of the Faction that is wrong'd His madnesse is poore Hamlets Enemy Sir in this Audience Let my disclaiming from a purpos'd euill Free me so farre in your most generous thoughts That I haue shot mine Arrow o're the house And hurt my Mother Laer. I am satisfied in Nature Whose motiue in this case should stirre me most To my Reuenge But in my termes of Honor I stand aloofe and will no reconcilement Till by some elder Masters of knowne Honor I haue a voyce and president of peace To keepe my name vngorg'd But till that time I do receiue your offer'd loue like loue And wil not wrong it Ham. I do embrace it freely And will this Brothers wager frankely play Giue vs the Foyles Come on Laer. Come one for me Ham. I le be your foile Laertes in mine ignorance Your Skill shall like a Starre i' th' darkest night Sticke fiery off indeede Laer. You mocke me Sir Ham. No by this hand King Giue them the Foyles yong Osricke Cousen Hamlet you know the wagot Ham. Verie well my Lord Your Grace hath laide the oddes a' th' weaker side King I do not feare it I haue seene you both But since he is better'd we haue therefore oddes Laer. This is too heauy Let me see another Ham. This likes me well These Foyles haue all a length Prepare to play Osricke I my good Lord. King Set me the Stopes of wine vpon that Table If Hamlet giue the first or second hit Or quit in answer of the third exchange Let all the Battlements their Ordinance fire The King shal drinke to Hamlets better breath And in the Cup an vnion shal he throw Richer then that which foure successiue Kings In Denmarkes Crowne haue worne Giue me the Cups And let the Kettle to the Trumpets speake The Trumpet to the Cannoneer without The Cannons to the Heauens the Heauen to Earth Now the King drinkes to Hamlet Come begin And you the Iudges beare a wary eye Ham. Come on sir Laer. Come on sir They play Ham. One Laer. No. Ham. Iudgement Osr A hit a very palpable hit Laer. Well againe King Stay giue me drinke Hamlet this Pearle is thine Here 's to thy health Giue him the cup Trumpets sound and shot goes off Ham. I le play this bout first set by a-while Come Another hit what say you Laer. A touch a touch I do confesse King Our Sonne shall win Qu. He 's fat and scant of breath Heere 's a Napkin rub thy browes The Queene Carowses to thy fortune Hamlet Ham. Good Madam King Gertrude do not drinke Qu. I will my Lord I pray you pardon me King It is the poyson'd Cup it is too late Ham. I dare not drinke yet Madam By and by Qu. Come let me wipe thy face Laer. My Lord I le hit him now King I do not thinke 't Laer. And yet 't is almost ' gainst my conscience Ham. Come for the third Laertes you but daily I pray you passe with your best violence I am affear'd you make a wanton of me Laer. Say you so Come on Play Osr Nothing neither way Laer. Haue at you now In scuffling they change Rapiers King Part them they are incens'd Ham. Nay come againe Osr Looke to the Queene there hoa Hor. They bleed on both sides How is' t my Lord Osr How is' t Laertes Laer. Why as a Woodcocke To mine Sprindge Osricke I am iustly kill'd with mine owne Treacherie Ham. How does the Queene King She sounds to see them bleede Qu. No no the drinke the drinke Oh my deere Hamlet the drinke the drinke I am poyson'd Ham. Oh Villany How Let the doore be lock'd Treacherie seeke it out Laer. It is heere Hamlet Hamlet thou art slaine No Medicine in the world can do thee good In thee there is not halfe an houre of life The Treacherous Instrument is in thy hand Vnbated and envenom'd the foule practise Hath turn'd it selfe on me Loe heere I lye Neuer to rise againe Thy Mother 's poyson'd I can no more the King the King 's too blame Ham. The point envenom'd too Then venome to thy worke Hurts the King All. Treason Treason King O yet defend me Friends I am but hurt Ham. Heere thou incestuous murdrous Damned Dane Drinke off this Potion Is thy Vnion heere Follow my Mother King Dyes Laer. He is â—ustly seru'd It is a poyson temp'red by himselfe Exchange forgiuenesse with me Noble Hamlet Mine and my Fathers death come not vpon thee Nor thine on me Dyes Ham. Heauen make thee free of it I follow thee I am dead Horatio wretched Queene adiew You that looke pale and tremble at this chance That are but Mutes or audience to this acte Had I but time as this fell Sergeant death Is strick'd in his Arrest oh I could tell you But let it be Horatio I am dead Thou liu'st report me and my causes right To the vnsatisfied Hor. Neuer beleeue it I am more an Antike Roman then a Dane Heere 's yet some Liquor left Ham. As th' art a man giue me the Cup. Let go by Heauen I le haue 't Oh good Horatio what a wounded name Things standing thus vnknowne shall liue behind me If thou did'st euer hold me in thy heart Absent thee from felicitie awhile And in this harsh world draw thy breath in paine To tell my Storie March afarre off and shout within What warlike noyse is this Enter Osricke Osr Yong Fortinbras with conquest come froÌ„ Poland To th' Ambassadors of England giues this warlike volly Ham. O I dye Horatio The potent poyson quite ore-crowes my spirit I cannot liue to heare the Newes from England But I do prophesie th' election lights On Fortinbras he ha's
seene her Eno. Oh sir you had then left vnseene a wonderfull peece of worke which not to haue beene blest withall would haue discredited your Trauaile Ant. Fuluia is dead Eno. Sir Ant. Fuluia is dead Eno. Fuluia Ant. Dead Eno. Why sir giue the Gods a thankefull Sacrifice when it pleaseth their Deities to take the wife of a man from him it shewes to man the Tailors of the earth comforting therein that when olde Robes are worne out there are members to make new If there were no more Women but Fuluia then had you indeede a cut and the case to be lamented This greefe is crown'd with Consolation your old Smocke brings foorth a new Petticoate and indeed the teares liue in an Onion that should water this sorrow Ant. The businesse she hath broached in the State Cannot endure my absence Eno. And the businesse you haue broach'd heere cannot be without you especially that of Cleopatra's which wholly depends on your abode Ant. No more light Answeres Let our Officers Haue notice what we purpose I shall breake The cause of our Expedience to the Queene And get her loue to part For not alone The death of Fuluia with more vrgent touches Do strongly speake to vs but the Letters too Of many our contriuing Friends in Rome Petition vs at home Sextus Pompeius Haue giuen the dare to Caesar and commands The Empire of the Sea Our slippery people Whose Loue is neuer link'd to the deseruer Till his deserts are past begin to throw Pompey the great and all his Dignities Vpon his Sonne who high in Name and Power Higher then both in Blood and Life stands vp For the maine Souldier Whose quality going on The sides o' th' world may danger Much is breeding Which like the Coursers heire hath yet but life And not a Serpents poyson Say our pleasure To such whose places vnder vs require Our quicke remoue from hence Enob. I shall doo 't Enter Cleopatra Charmian Alexas and Iras. Cleo. Where is he Char. I did not see him since Cleo. See where he is Whose with him what he does I did not send you If you finde him sad Say I am dauncing if in Myrth report That I am sodaine sicke Quicke and returne Char. Madam me thinkes if you did loue him deerly You do not hold the method to enforce The like from him Cleo. What should I do I do not Ch. In each thing giue him way crosse him in nothing Cleo. Thou teachest like a foole the way to lose him Char. Tempt him not so too farre I wish forbeare In time we hate that which we often feare Enter Anthony But heere comes Anthony Cleo. I am sicke and sullen An. I am sorry to giue breathing to my purpose Cleo. Helpe me away deere Charmian I shall fall It cannot be thus long the sides of Nature Will not sustaine it Ant. Now my deerest Queene Cleo. Pray you stand farther from mee Ant. What 's the matter Cleo. I know by that same eye ther 's some good news What sayes the married woman you may goe Would she had neuer giuen you leaue to come Let her not say 't is I that keepe you heere I haue no power vpon you Hers you are Ant. The Gods best know Cleo. Oh neuer was there Queene So mightily betrayed yet at the first I saw the Treasons planted Ant. Cleopatra Cleo. Why should I thinke you can be mine true Though you in swearing shake the Throaned Gods Who haue beene false to Fuluia Riotous madnesse To be entangled with those mouth-made vowes Which breake themselues in swearing Ant. Most sweet Queene Cleo. Nay pray you seeke no colour for your going But bid farewell and goe When you sued staying Then was the time for words No going then Eternity was in our Lippes and Eyes Blisse in our browes bent none our parts so poore But was a race of Heauen They are so still Or thou the greatest Souldier of the world Art turn'd the greatest Lyar. Ant. How now Lady Cleo. I would I had thy inches thou should'st know There were a heart in Egypt Ant. Heare me Queene The strong necessity of Time commands Our Seruicles a-while but my full heart Remaines in vse with you Our Italy Shines o're with ciuill Swords Sextus Pompeius Makes his approaches to the Port of Rome Equality of two Domesticke powers Breed scrupulous faction The hated growne to strength Are newly growne to Loue The condemn'd Pompey Rich in his Fathers Honor creepes apace Into the hearts of such as haue not thriued Vpon the present state whose Numbers threaten And quietnesse growne sicke of rest would purge By any desperate change My more particular And that which most with you should safe my going Is Fuluias death Cleo. Though age from folly could not giue me freedom It does from childishnesse Can Fuluia dye Ant. She 's dead my Queene Looke heere and at thy Soueraigne leysure read The Garboyles she awak'd at the last best See when and where shee died Cleo. O most false Loue Where be the Sacred Violles thou should'st fill With sorrowfull water Now I see I see In Fuluias death how mine receiu'd shall be Ant. Quarrell no more but bee prepar'd to know The purposes I beare which are or cease As you shall giue th' aduice By the fire That quickens Nylus slime I go from hence Thy Souldier Seruant making Peace or Warre As thou affects Cleo. Cut my Lace Charmian come But let it be I am quickly ill and well So Anthony loues Ant. My precious Queene forbeare And giue true euidence to his Loue which stands An honourable Triall Cleo. So Fuluia told me I prythee turne aside and weepe for her Then bid adiew to me and say the teares Belong to Egypt Good now play one Scene Of excellent dissembling and let it looke Like perfect Honor. Ant. You 'l heat my blood no more Cleo. You can do better yet but this is meetly Ant. Now by Sword Cleo. And Target Still he mends But this is not the best Looke prythee Charmian How this Herculean Roman do's become The carriage of his chafe Ant. I le leaue you Lady Cleo. Courteous Lord one word Sir you and I must part but that 's not it Sir you and I haue lou'd but there 's not it That you know well something it is I would Oh my Obliuion is a very Anthony And I am all forgotten Ant. But that your Royalty Holds Idlenesse your subiect I should take you For Idlenesse it selfe Cleo. 'T is sweating Labour To beare such Idlenesse so neere the heart As Cleopatra this But Sir forgiue me Since my becommings kill me when they do not Eye well to you Your Honor calles you hence Therefore be deafe to my vnpittied Folly And all the Gods go with you Vpon your Sword Sit Lawrell victory and smooth successe Be strew'd before your feete Ant. Let vs go Come Our separation so abides and flies That thou reciding heere goes yet with mee And I hence fleeting heere remaine with thee
Marcheth with his Land Army one way ouer the stage and Towrus the Lieutenant of Caesar the other way After their going in is heard the noise of a Sea fight Alarum Enter Enobarbus and Scarus Eno. Naught naught al naught I can behold no longer Thantoniad the Egyptian Admirall With all their sixty flye and turne the Rudder To see 't mine eyes are blasted Enter Scarrus Scar. Gods Goddesses all the whol synod of them Eno. What 's thy passion Scar. The greater Cantle of the world is lost With very ignorance we haue kist away Kingdomes and Prouinces Eno. How appeares the Fight Scar. On our side like the Token'd Pestilence Where death is sure Yon ribaudred Nagge of Egypt Whom Leprosie o're-take i' th' midst o' th' fight When vantage like a payre of Twinnes appear'd Both as the same or rather outs the elder The Breeze vpon her like a Cow in Inne Hoists Sailes and flyes Eno. That I beheld Mine eyes did sicken at the sight and could not Indure a further view Scar. She once being looft The Noble ruine of her Magicke Anthony Claps on his Sea-wing and like a doting Mallard Leauing the Fight in heighth flyes after her I neuer saw an Action of sâ—ch shame Experience Man-hood Honor ne're before Did violate so it selfe Enob. Alacke alacke Enter Camidius Cam. Our Fortune on the Sea is out of breath And sinkes most lamentably Had our Generall Bin what he knew himselfe it had gone well Oh his ha's giuen example for our flight Most grossely by his owne Enob. I are you thereabouts Why then goodnight indeede Cam. Toward Peloponnesus are they fled Scar. 'T is easie toot And there I will attend what further comes Camid To Caesar will I render My Legions and my Horse sixe Kings alreadie Shew me the way of yeelding Eno. I le yet follow The wounded chance of Anthony though my reason Sits in the winde against me Enter Anthony with Attendants Ant. Hearke the Land bids me tread no more vpon 't It is asham'd to beare me Friends come hither I am so lated in the world that I Haue lost my way for euer I haue a shippe Laden with Gold take that diuide it flye And make your peace with Caesar Omnes Fly Not wee Ant. I haue fled my selfe and haue instructed cowards To runne and shew their shoulders Friends be gone I haue my selfe resolu'd vpon a course Which has no neede of you Be gone My Treasure 's in the Harbour Take it Oh I follow'd that I blush to looke vpon My very haites do mutiny for the white Reproue the browne for rashnesse and they them For feare and doting Friends be gone you shall Haue Letters from me to some Friends that will Sweepe your way for you Pray you looke not sad Nor make replyes of loathnesse take the hint Which my dispaire proclaimes Let them be left Which leaues it selfe to the Sea-side straight way I will possesse you of that ship and Treasure Leaue me I pray a little pray you now Nay do so for indeede I haue lost command Therefore I pray you I le see you by and by Sits downe Enter Cleopatra led by Charmian and Eros Eros Nay gentle Madam to him comfort him Iras. Do most deere Queene Char. Do why what else Cleo. Let me sit downe Oh Iuno Ant. No no no no no. Eros See you heere Sir Ant. Oh fie fie fie Char. Madam Iras. Madam oh good Empresse Eros Sir sir Ant. Yes my Lord yes he at Philippi kept His sword e'ne like a dancer while I strooke The leane and wrinkled Cassius and 't was I That the mad Brutus ended he alone Dealt on Lieutenantry and no practise had In the braue squares of Warre yet now no matter Cleo. Ah stand by Eros The Queene my Lord the Queene Iras. Go to him Madam speake to him Hee 's vnqualited with very shame Cleo. Well then sustaine me Oh. Eros Most Noble Sir arise the Queene approaches Her head 's declin'd and death will cease her but Your comfort makes the rescue Ant. I haue offended Reputation A most vnnoble sweruing Eros Sir the Queene Ant. Oh whether hast thou lead me Egypt see How I conuey my shame out of thine eyes By looking backe what I haue left behinde Stroy'd in dishonor Cleo. Oh my Lord my Lord. Forgiue my fearfull sayles I little thought You would haue followed Ant. Egypt thou knew'st too well My heart was to thy Rudder tyed by ' th' strings And thou should'st stowe me after O're my spirit The full supremacie thou knew'st and that Thy becke might from the bidding of the Gods Command mee Cleo. Oh my pardon Ant. Now I must To the young man send humble Treaties dodge And palter in the shifts of lownes who With halfe the bulke o' th' world plaid as I pleas'd Making and marring Fortunes You did know How much you were my Conqueror and that My Sword made weake by my affection would Obey it on all cause Cleo. Pardon pardon Ant Fall not a teare I say one of them rates All that is wonne and lost Giue me a kisse Euen this repayes me We sent our Schoolemaster is a come backe Loue I am full of Lead some Wine Within there and our Viands Fortune knowes We scorne her most when most she offers blowes Exeunt Enter Caesar Agrippa and Dollabello with others Caes Let him appeare that 's come from Anthony Know you him Dolla Caesar 't is his Schoolemaster An argument that he is pluckt when hither He sends so poore a Pinnion of his Wing Which had superfluous Kings for Messengers Not many Moones gone by Enter Ambassador from Anthony Caesar Approach and speake Amb. Such as I am I come from Anthony I was of late as petty to his ends As is the Mornâ—-dew on the Mertle leafe To his grand Sea Caes Bee 't so declare thine office Amb. Lord of his Fortunes he salutes thee and Requires to liue in Egypt which not granted He Lessons his Requests and to thee sues To let him breath betweene the Heauens and Earth A priuate man in Athens this for him Next Cleopatra does confesse thy Greatnesse Submits her to thy might and of thee craues The Circle of the Ptolomies for her heyres Now hazarded to thy Grace Caes For Anthony I haue no eares to his request The Queene Of Audience nor Desire shall faile so shee From Egypt driue her all-disgraced Friend Or take his life there This if shee performe She shall not sue vnheard So to them both Amb. Fortune pursue thee Caes Bring him through the Bands To try thy Eloquence now 't is time dispatch From Anthony winne Cleopatra promise And in our Name what she requires adde more From thine inuention offers Women are not In their best Fortunes strong but want will periure The ne're touch'd Vestall Try thy cunning Thidias Make thine owne Edict for thy paines which we Will answer as a Law Thid. Caesar I go Caesar Obserue how Anthony becomes his flaw And what thou think'st his
disdainfull harping on what I am Not what he knew I was He makes me angry And at this time most easie 't is to doo 't When my good Starres that were my former guides Haue empty left their Orbes and shot their Fires Into th' Abisme of hell If he mislike My speech and what is done tell him he has Hiparchus my enfranâ—hed Bondman whom He may at pleasure whip or hang or torture As he shall like to quit me Vrge it thou Hence with thy stripes be gone Exit Thid. Cleo. Haue you done yet Ant. Alacke our Terrene Moone is now Eclipst And it portends alone the fall of Anthony Cleo. I must stay his time Ant. To flatter Caesar would you mingle eyes With one that tyes his points Cleo. Not know me yet Ant. Cold-hearted toward me Cleo. Ah Deere if I be so From my cold heart let Heauen ingender haile And poyson it in the sourse and the first stone Drop in my necke as it determines so Dissolue my life the next Caesarian smile Till by degrees the memory of my wombe Together with my braue Egyptians all By the discandering of this pelleted storme Lye grauelesse till the Flies and Gnats of Nyle Haue buried them for prey Ant. I am satisfied Caesar sets downe in Alexandria where I will oppose his Fate Our force by Land Hath Nobly held our seuer'd Nauie too Haue knit againe and Fleete threatning most Sea-like Where hast thou bin my heart Dost thou heare Lady If from the Field I shall returne once more To kisse these Lips I will appeare in Blood I and my Sword will earne our Chronicle There 's hope in 't yet Cleo. That 's my braue Lord. Ant. I will be trebble-sinewed hearted breath'd And fight maliciously for when mine houres Were nice and lucky men did ransome liues Of me for iests But now I le set my teeth And send to darkenesse all that stop me Come Let 's haue one other gawdy night Call to me All my sad Captaines fill our Bowles once more Let 's mocke the midnight Bell. Cleo. It is my Birth-day I had thought t' haue held it poore But since my Lord Is Anthony againe I will be Cleopatra Ant. We will yet do well Cleo. Call all his Noble Captaines to my Lord. Ant. Do so wee 'l speake to them And to night I le force The Wine peepe through their scarres Come on my Queene There 's sap in 't yet The next time I do fight I le make death loue me for I will contend Euen with his pestilent Sytâ—e Exeunt Eno. Now hee 'l out-stare the Lightning to be furious Is to be frighted out of feare and in that moode The Doue will pecke the Estridge and I see still A diminution in our Captaines braine Restores his heart when valour prayes in reason It eates the Sword it fights with I will seeke Some way to leaue him Exeunt Enter Caesar Agrippa Mecenas with his Army Caesar reading a Letter Caes He calles me Boy and chides as he had power To beate me out of Egypt My Messenger He hath whipt with Rods dares me to personal Combat Caesar to Anthony let the old Russian know I haue many other wayes to dye meane time Laugh at his Challenge Mece Caesar must thinke When one so great begins to rage hee 's hunted Euen to falling Giue him no breath but now Make boote of his distraction Neuer anger Made good guard for it selfe Caes Let our best heads know That to morrow the last of many Battailes We meane to fight Within our Files there are Of those that seru'd Marke Anthony but late Enough to fetch him in See it done And Feast the Army we haue store to doo 't And they haue earn'd the waste Poore Anthony Exeunt Enter Anthony Cleopatra Enobarbus Charmian Iras Alexas with others Ant. He will not fight with me Domitian Eno. No Ant. Why should he not Eno. He thinks being twenty times of better fortune He is twenty men to one Ant. To morrow Soldier By Sea and Land I le fight or I will liue Or bathe my dying Honor in the blood Shall make it liue againe Woo't thou fight well Eno. I le strike and cry Take all Ant. Well said come on Call forth my Houshold Seruants le ts to night Enter 3 or 4 Seruitors Be bounteous at our Meale Giue me thy hand Thou hast bin rightly honest so hast thou Thou and thou and thou you haue seru'd me well And Kings haue beene your fellowes Cleo. What meanes this Eno. 'T is one of those odde tricks which sorow shoots Out of the minde Ant. And thou art honest too I wish I could be made so many men And all of you clapt vp together in An Anthony that I might do you seruice So good as you haue done Omnes The Gods forbid Ant. Well my good Fellowes wait on me to night Scant not my Cups and make as much of me As when mine Empire was your Fellow too And suffer'd my command Cleo. What does he meane Eno. To make his Followers weepe Ant. Tend me to night May be it is the period of your duty Haply you shall not see me more or if A mangled shadow Perchance to morrow You 'l serue another Master I looke on you As one that takes his leaue Mine honest Friends I turne you not away but like a Master Married to your good seruice stay till death Tend me to night two houres I aske no more And the Gods yeeld you for 't Eno. What meane you Sir To giue them this discomfort Looke they weepe And I an Asse am Onyon-ey'd for shame Transforme vs not to women Ant. Ho ho ho Now the Witch take me if I meant it thus Grace grow where those drops fall my hearty Friends You take me in too dolorous a sense For I spake to you for your comfort did desire you To burne this night with Torches Know my hearts I hope well of to morrow and will leade you Where rather I le expect victorious life Then death and Honor. Let 's to Supper come And drowne consideration Exeunt Enter a Company of Soldiours 1. Sol. Brother goodnight to morrow is the day 2. Sol. It will determine one way Fare you well Heard you of nothing strange about the streets 1 Nothing what newes 2 Belike 't is but a Rumour good night to you 1 Well sir good night They meete other Soldiers 2 Souldiers haue carefull Watch. 1 And you Goodnight goodnight They place themselues in euery corner of the Stage 2 Heere we and if to morrow Our Nauie thriue I haue an absolute hope Our Landmen will stand vp 1 'T is a braue Army and full of purpose Musicke of the Hoboyes is vnder the Stage 2 Peace what noise 1 List list 2 Hearke 1 Musicke i' th' Ayre 3 Vnder the earth 4 It signes well do's it not 3 No. 1 Peace I say What should this meane 2 'T is the God Hercules whom Anthony loued Now leaues him 1 Walke let 's see if
whil'st it was mine had annext vntoo 't A Million moe now lost shee Eros has Packt Cards with Caesars and false plaid my Glory Vnto an Enemies triumph Nay weepe not gentle Eros there is left vs Our selues to end our selues Enter Mardian Oh thy vilde Lady she has rob'd me of my Sword Mar. No Anthony My Mistris lou'd thee and her Fortunes mingled With thine intirely Ant Hence sawcy Eunuch peace she hath betraid me And shall dye the death Mar. Death of one person can be paide but once And that she ha's discharg'd What thou would'st do Is done vnto thy hand the last she spake Was Anthony most Noble Anthony Then in the midd'st a tearing grone did breake The name of Anthony it was diuided Betweene her heart and lips she rendred life Thy name so buried in her Ant. Dead then Mar. Dead Ant. Vnarme Eros the long dayes taske is done And we must sleepe That thou depart'st hence safe Does pay thy labour richly Go. exit Mardian Off plucke off The seuen-fold shield of Aiax cannot keepe The battery from my heart Oh cleaue my sides Heart once be stronger then thy Continent Cracke thy fraile Case Apace Eros apace No more a Soldier bruised peeces go You haue bin Nobly borne From me awhile exit Eros I will o're-take thee Cleopatra and Weepe for my pardon So it must be for now All length is Torture since the Torch is out Lye downe and stray no farther Now all labour Marres what it does yea very force entangles It selfe with strength Seale then and all is done Eros I come my Queene Eros Stay for me Where Soules do couch on Flowers wee 'l hand in hand And with our sprightly Port make the Ghostes gaze Dido and her Aeneas shall want Troopes And all the haunt be ours Come Eros Eros Enter Eros Eros What would my Lord Ant. Since Cleopatra dyed I haue liu'd in such dishonour that the Gods Detest my basenesse I that with my Sword Quarter'd the World and o're greene Neptunes backe With Ships made Cities condemne my selfe to lacke The Courage of a Woman lesse Noble minde Then she which by her death our Caesar telles I am Conqueror of my selfe Thou art sworne Eros That when the exigent should come which now Is come indeed When I should see behinde me Th' ineuitable prosecution of disgrace and horror That on my command thou then would'st kill me Doo 't the time is come Thou strik'st not me 'T is Caesar thou defeat'st Put colour in thy Cheeke Eros The Gods with-hold me Shall I do that which all the Parthian Darts Though Enemy lost ayme and could not Ant. Eros Would'st thou be window'd in great Rome and see Thy Master thus with pleacht Armes bending downe His corrigible necke his face subdu'de To penetratiue shame whil'st the wheel'd seate Of Fortunate Caesar drawne before him branded His Basenesse that ensued Eros I would not see 't Ant. Come then for with a wound I must be cur'd Draw that thy honest Sword which thou hast worne Most vsefull for thy Country Eros Oh sir pardon me Ant. When I did make thee free swor'st y u not then To do this when I bad thee Do it at once Or thy precedent Seruices are all But accidents vnpurpos'd Draw and come Eros Turne from me then that Noble countenance Wherein the worship of the whole world lyes Ant. Loe thee Eros My sword is drawne Ant. Then let it do at once The thing why thou hast drawne it Eros My deere Master My Captaine and my Emperor Let me say Before I strike this bloody stroke Farwell Ant. 'T is said man and farewell Eros Farewell great Chiefe Shall I strike now Ant. Now Eros Killes himselfe Eros Why there then Thus I do escape the sorrow of Anthonies death Ant. Thrice-Nobler then my selfe Thou teachest me Oh valiant Eros what I should and thou could'st not my Queene and Eros Haue by their braue instruction got vpon me A Noblenesse in Record But I will bee A Bride-groome in my death and run intoo 't As to a Louers bed Come then and Eros Thy Master dies thy Scholler to do thus I learnt of thee How not dead Not dead The Guard how Oh dispatch me Enter a Guard 1. Guard What 's the noise Ant. I haue done my worke ill Friends Oh make an end of what I haue begun 2 The Starre is falne 1 And time is at his Period All. Alas and woe Ant. Let him that loues me strike me dead 1 Not I. 2 Nor I. 3 Nor any one exeunt Derceius Thy death and fortunes bid thy folowers sly This sword but shewne to Caesar with this tydings Shall enter me with him Enter Diomedes Dio. Where 's Anthony Decre There Diomed there Diom. Liues he wilt thou not answer man Ant. Art thou there Diomed Draw thy sword and giue mee Suffising strokes for death Diom. Most absolute Lord My Mistris Cleopatra sent me to thee Ant. When did shee send thee Diom. Now my Lord. Anth. Where is she Diom. Lockt in her Monument she had a Prophesying feare Of what hath come to passe for when she saw Which neuer shall be found you did suspect She had dispos'd with Caesar and that your rage Would not be purg'd she sent you word she was dead But fearing since how it might worke hath sent Me to proclaime the truth and I am come I dread too late Ant. Too late good Diomed call my Guard I prythee Dio. What hoa the Emperors Guard The Guard what hoa Come your Lord calles Enter 4. or 5. of the Guard of Anthony Ant. Beare me good Friends where Cleopatra bides 'T is the last seruice that I shall command you 1 Woe woe are we sir you may not liue to weare All your true Followers out All. Most heauy day Ant. Nay good my Fellowes do not please sharp fate To grace it with your sorrowes Bid that welcome Which comes to punish vs and we punish it Seeming to beare it lightly Take me vp I haue led you oft carry me now good Friends And haue my thankes for all Exit bearing Anthony Enter Cleopatra and her Maides aloft with Charmian Iras. Cleo. Oh Charmian I will neuer go from hence Char. Be comforted deere Madam Cleo. No I will not All strange and terrible euents are welcome But comforts we dispise our size of sorrow Proportion'd to our cause must be as great As that which makes it Enter Diomed. How now is he dead Diom His death 's vpon him but not dead Looke out o' th other side your Monument His Guard haue brought him thither Enter Anthony and the Guard Cleo. Oh Sunne Burne the great Sphere thou mou'st in darkling stand The varrying shore o' th' world O Antony Antony Antony Helpe Charmian helpe Iras helpe helpe Friends Below let 's draw him hither Ant. Peace Not Caesars Valour hath o're throwne Anthony But Anthonie's hath Triumpht on it selfe Cleo. So it should be That none but Anthony should conquer Anthony But woe 't is so Ant.
me to my Tent where you shall see How hardly I was drawne into this Warre How calme and gentle I proceeded still In all my Writings Go with me and see What I can shew in this Exeunt Enter Cleopatra Charmian Iras and Mardian Cleo. My desolation does begin to make A better life T is paltry to be Caesar Not being Fortune hee 's but Fortunes knaue A minister of her will and it is great To do that thing that ends all other deeds Which shackles accedents and bolts vp change Which sleepes and neuer pallates more the dung The beggers Nurse and Caesars Enter Proculeius Pro. Caesar sends greeting to the Queene of Egypt And bids thee study on what faire demands Thou mean'st to haue him grant thee Cleo. What 's thy name Pro. My name is Proculeius Cleo. Anthony Did â—ell me of you bad me trust you but I do not greatly care to be deceiu'd That haue no vse for trusting If your Master Would haue a Queece his begger you must tell him That Maiesty to keepe decorum must No lesse begge then a Kingdome If he please To giue me conquer'd Egypt for my Sonne He giues me so much of mine owne as I Will kneele to him with thankes Pro. Be of good cheere Y' are falne into a Princely hand feare nothing Make your full reference freely to my Lord Who is so full of Grace that it flowes ouer On all that neede Let me report to him Your sweet dependacie and you shall finde A Conqueror that will pray in ayde for kindnesse Where he for grace is kneel'd too Cleo. Pray you tell him I am his Fortunes Vassall and I send him The Greatnesse he has got I hourely learne A Doctrine of Obedience and would gladly Looke him i' th' Face Pro. This I le report deere Lady Haue comfort for I know your plight is pittied Of him that caus'd it Pro. You see how easily she may be surpriz'd Guard her till Caesar come Iras. Royall Queene Char. Oh Cleopatra thou art taken Queene Cleo. Quicke quicke good hands Pro. Hold worthy Lady hold Doe not your selfe such wrong who are in this Releeu'd but not betraid Cleo. What of death too that rids our dogs of languish Pro. Cleopatra do not abuse my Masters bounty by Th' vndoing of your selfe Let the World see His Noblenesse well acted which your death Will neuer let come forth Cleo. Where art thou Death Come hither come Come come and take a Queene Worth many Babes and Beggers Pro. Oh temperance Lady Cleo. Sir I will eate no meate I le not drinke sir If idle talke will once be necessary I le not sleepe neither This mortall house I le ruine Do Caesar what he can Know sir that I Will not waite pinnion'd at your Masters Court Nor once be chastic'd with the sober eye Of dull Octauia Shall they hoyst me vp And shew me to the showting Varlotarie Of censuring Rome Rather a ditch in Egypt Be gentle graue vnto me rather on Nylus mudde Lay me starke-nak'd and let the water-Flies Blow me into abhorting rather make My Countries high pyramides my Gibbet And hang me vp in Chaines Pro. You do extend These thoughts of horror further then you shall Finde cause in Caesar Enter Dolabella Dol. Proculeius What thou hast done thy Master Caesar knowes And he hath sent for thee for the Queene I le take her to my Guard Pro. So Dolabella It shall content me best Be gentle to her To Caesar I will speake what you shall please If you 'l imploy me to him Exit Proculeius Cleo. Say I would dye Dol. Most Noble Empresse you haue heard of me Cleo. I cannot tell Dol. Assuredly you know me Cleo. No matter sir what I haue heard or knowne You laugh when Boyes or Women tell their Dreames Is' t not your tricke Dol. I vnderstand not Madam Cleo. I dreampt there was an Emperor Anthony Oh such another sleepe that I might see But such another man Dol. If it might please ye Cleo. His face was as the Heau'ns and therein stucke A Sunne and Moone which kept their course lighted The little o' th' earth Dol. Most Soueraigne Creature Cleo. His legges bestrid the Ocean his rear'd arme Crested the world His voyce was propertied As all the tuned Spheres and that to Friends But when he meant to quaile and shake the Orbe He was as ratling Thunder For his Bounty There was no winter in 't An Anthony it was That grew the more by reaping His delights Were Dolphin-like they shew'd his backe aboue The Element they liu'd in In his Liuery Walk'd Crownes and Crownets Realms Islands were As plates dropt from his pocket Dol. Cleopatra Cleo. Thinke you there was or might be such a man As this I dreampt of Dol. Gentle Madam no. Cleo. You Lye vp to the hearing of the Gods But if there be nor euer were one such It 's past the size of dreaming Nature wants stuffe To vie strange formes with fancie yet t' imagine An Anthony were Natures peece ' gainst Fancie Condemning shadowes quite Dol. Heare me good Madam Your losse is as your selfe great and you beare it As answering to the waight would I might neuer Ore-take pursu'de successe But I do feele By the rebound of yours a greefe that suites My very heart at roote Cleo. I thanke you sir Know you what Caesar meanes to do with me Dol. I am loath to tell you what I would you knew Cleo. Nay pray you sir Dol. Though he be Honourable Cleo. Hee 'l leade me then in Triumph Dol. Madam he will I know 't Flourish Enter Proculeius Caesar Gallus Mecenas and others of his Traine All. Make way there Caesar Câ—es Which is the Queene of Egypt Dol. It is the Emperor Madam Cleo. kneeles Caesar Arise you shall not kneele I pray you rise rise Egypt Cleo. Sir the Gods will haue it thus My Master and my Lord I must obey Caesar Take to you no hard thoughts The Record of what iniuries you did vs Though written in our flesh we shall remember As things but done by chance Cleo. Sole Sir o' th' World I cannot proiect mine owne cause so well To make it cleare but do confesse I haue Bene laden with like frailties which before Haue often sham'd our Sex Caesar Cleopatra know We will extenuate rather then inforce If you apply your selfe to our intents Which towards you are most gentle you shall finde A benefit in this change but if you seeke To lay on me a Cruelty by taking Anthonies course you shall bereaue your selfe Of my good purposes and put your children To that destruction which I le guard them from If thereon you relye I le take my leaue Cleo. And may through all the world t is yours we your Scutcheons and your signes of Conquest shall Hang in what place you please Here my good Lord. Caesar You shall aduise me in all for Cleopatra Cleo. This is the breefe of Money Plate Iewels I am possest of 't is
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
a Courtier to conuince the Honour of my Mistris if in the holding or losse of that you terme her fraile I do nothing doubt you haue store of Theeues notwithstanding I feare not my Ring Phil. Let vs leaue heere Gentlemen Post Sir with all my heart This worthy Signior I thanke him makes no stranger of me we are familiar at first Iach. With fiue times so much conuersation I should get ground of your faire Mistris make her go backe euen to the yeilding had I admittance and opportunitie to friend Post No no. Iach. I dare thereupon pawne the moytie of my Estate to your Ring which in my opinion o're-values it something but I make my wager rather against your Confidence then her Reputation And to barre your offence heerein to I durst attempt it against any Lady in the world Post You are a great deale abus'd in too bold a perswasion and I doubt not you sustaine what y' are worthy of by your Attempt Iach. What 's that Posth A Repulse though your Attempt as you call it deserue more a punishment too Phi. Gentlemen enough of this it came in too sodainely let it dye as it was borne and I pray you be better acquainted Iach. Would I had put my Estate and my Neighbors on th' approbation of what I haue spoke Post What Lady would you chuse to assaile Iach. Yours whom in constancie you thinke stands so safe I will lay you ten thousands Duckets to your Ring that commend me to the Court where your Lady is with no more aduantage then the opportunitie of a second conference and I will bring from thence that Honor of hers which you imagine so reseru'd Posthmus I will wage against your Gold Gold to it My Ring I holde deere as my finger 't is part of it Iach. You are a Friend and there in the wiser if you buy Ladies flesh at a Million a Dram you cannot preseure it from tainting but I see you haue some Religion in you that you feare Posthu This is but a custome in your tongue you beare a grauer purpose I hope Iach. I am the Master of my speeches and would vnder-go what 's spoken I sweare Posthu Will you I shall but lend my Diamond till your returne let there be Couenants drawne between 's My Mistris exceedes in goodnesse the hugenesse of your vnworthy thinking I dare you to this match heere 's my Ring Phil. I will haue it no lay Iach. By the Gods it is one if I bring you no sufficient testimony that I haue enioy'd the deerest bodily part of your Mistris my ten thousand Duckets are yours so is your Diamond too if I come off and leaue her in such honour as you haue trust in Shee your Iewell this your Iewell and my Gold are yours prouided I haue your commendation for my more free entertainment Post I embrace these Conditions let vs haue Articles betwixt vs onely thus farre you shall answere if you make your voyage vpon her and giue me directly to vnderstand you haue preuayl'd I am no further your Enemy shee is not worth our debate If shee remaine vnseduc'd you not making it appeare otherwise for your ill opinion and th' assault you haue made to her chastity you shall answer me with your Sword Iach. Your hand a Couenant wee will haue these things set downe be lawfull Counsell and straight away for Britaine least the Bargaine should catch colde and sterue I will fetch my Gold and haue our two Wagers recorded Post Agreed French Will this hold thinke you Phil. Signior Iachimo will not from it Pray let vs follow ' em Exeunt Scena Sexta Enter Queene Ladies and Cornelius Qu. Whiles yet the dewe's on ground Gather those Flowers Make haste Who ha's the note of them Lady I Madam Queen Dispatch Exit Ladies Now Master Doctor haue you brought those drugges Cor. Pleaseth your Highnes I here they are Madam But I beseech your Grace without offence My Conscience bids me aske wherefore you haue Commanded of me these most poysonous Compounds Which are the moouers of a languishing death But though slow deadly Qu. I wonder Doctor Thou ask'st me such a Question Haue I not bene Thy Pupill long Hast thou not learn'd me how To make Perfumes Distill Preserue Yea so That our great King himselfe doth woo me oft For my Confections Hauing thus farre proceeded Vnlesse thou think'st me diuellish is' t not meete That I did amplifie my iudgement in Other Conclusions I will try the forces Of these thy Compounds on such Creatures as We count not worth the hanging but none humane To try the vigour of them and apply Allayments to their Act and by them gather Their seuerall vertues and effects Cor. Your Highnesse Shall from this practise but make hard your heart Besides the seeing these effects will be Both noysome and infectious Qu. O content thee Enter Pisanio Heere comes a flattering Rascall vpon him Will I first worke Hee 's for his Master And enemy to my Sonne How now Pisanio Doctor your seruice for this time is ended Take your owne way Cor. I do suspect you Madam But you shall do no harme Qu. Hearke thee a word Cor. I do not like her She doth thinke she ha's Strange ling'ring poysons I do know her spirit And will not trust one of her malice with A drugge of such damn'd Nature Those she ha's Will stupifie and dull the Sense a-while Which first perchance shee 'l proue on Cats and Dogs Then afterward vp higher but there is No danger in what shew of death it makes More then the locking vp the Spirits a time To be more fresh reuiuing She is fool'd With a most false effect and I the truer So to be false with her Qu. No further seruice Doctor Vntill I send for thee Cor. I humbly take my leaue Exit Qu. Weepes she still saist thou Dost thou thinke in time She will not quench and let instructions enter Where Folly now possesses Do thou worke When thou shalt bring me word she loues my Sonne I le tell thee on the instant thou art then As great as is thy Master Greater for His Fortunes all lye speechlesse and his name Is at last gaspe Returne he cannot nor Continue where he is To shift his being Is to exchange one misery with another And euery day that comes comes to decay A dayes worke in him What shalt thou expect To be depender on a thing that leanes Who cannot be new built nor ha's no Friends So much as but to prop him Thou tak'st vp Thou know'st not what But take it for thy labour It is a thing I made which hath the King Fiue times redeem'd from death I do not know What is more Cordiall Nay I prythee take it It is an earnest of a farther good That I meane to thee Tell thy Mistris how The case stands with her doo 't as from thy selfe Thinke what a chance thou changest on but thinke Thou hast thy Mistris still to boote
conuersant in generall seruices and more remarkeable in single oppositions yet this imperseuerant Thing loues him in my despight What Mortalitie is Posthumus thy head which now is growing vppon thy shoulders shall within this houre be off thy Mistris inforced thy Garments cut to peeces before thy face and all this done spurne her home to her Father who may happily be a little angry for my so rough vsage but my Mother hauing power of his testinesse shall turne all into my commendations My Horse is tyed vp safe out Sword and to a sore purpose Fortune put them into my hand This is the very description of their meeting place and the Fellow dares not deceiue me Exit Scena Secunda Enter Belarius Guiderius Aruiragus and Imogen from the Caue Bel. You are not well Remaine heere in the Caue Wee 'l come to you after Hunting Arui Brother stay heere Are we not Brothers Imo. So man and man should be But Clay and Clay differs in dignitie Whose dust is both alike I am very sicke Gui. Go you to Hunting I le abide with him Imo. So sicke I am not yet I am not well But not so Citizen a wanton as To seeme to dye ere sicke So please you leaue me Sticke to your Iournall course the breach of Custome Is breach of all I am ill but your being by me Cannot amend me Society is no comfort To one not sociable I am not very sicke Since I can reason of it pray you trust me heere I le rob none but my selfe and let me dye Stealing so poorely Gui. I loue thee I haue spoke it How much the quantity the waight as much As I do loue my Father Bel. What How how Arui If it be sinne to say so Sir I yoake mee In my good Brothers fault I know not why I loue this youth and I haue heard you say Loue 's reason 's without reason The Beere at doore And a demand who is' t shall dye I 'ld say My Father not this youth Bel. Oh noble straine O worthinesse of Nature breed of Greatnesse Cowards father Cowards Base things Syre Bace Nature hath Meale and Bran Contempt and Grace I 'me not their Father yet who this should bee Doth myracle it selfe lou'd before mee 'T is the ninth houre o' th' Morne Arui Brother farewell Imo. I wish ye sport Arui You health So please you Sir Imo. These are kinde Creatures Gods what lyes I haue heard Our Courtiers say all 's sauage but at Court Experience oh thou disproou'st Report Th' emperious Seas breeds Monsters for the Dish Poore Tributary Riuers as sweet Fish I am sicke still heart-sicke Pisanio I le now taste of thy Drugge Gui. I could not stirre him He said he was gentle but vnfortunate Dishonestly afflicted but yet honest Arui Thus did he answer me yet said heereafter I might know more Bel. To ' th' Field to ' th' Field Wee 'l leaue you for this time go in and rest Arui Wee 'l not be long away Bel. Pray be not sicke For you must be our Huswife Imo. Well or ill I am bound to you Exit Bel. And shal't be euer This youth how ere distrest appeares he hath had Good Ancestors Arui How Angell-like he sings Gui. But his neate Cookerie Arui He cut our Rootes in Charracters And sawc'st our Brothes as Iuno had bin sicke And he her Dieter Arui Nobly he yoakes A smiling with a sigh as if the sighe Was that it was for not being such a Smile The Smile mocking the Sigh that it would flye From so diuine a Temple to commix With windes that Saylors raile at Gui. I do note That greefe and patience rooted in them both Mingle their spurres together Arui Grow patient And let the stinking-Elder Greefe vntwine His perishing roote with the encreasing Vine Bel. It is great morning Come away Who 's there Enter Cloten Clo. I cannot finde those Runnagates that Villaine Hath mock'd me I am faint Bel. Those Runnagates Meanes he not vs I partly know him 't is Cloten the Sonne o' th' Queene I feare some Ambush I saw him not these many yeares and yet I know 't is he We are held as Out-Lawes Hence Gui. He is but one you and my Brother search What Companies are neere pray you away Let me alone with him Clot. Soft what are you That flye me thus Some villaine-Mountainers I haue heard of such What Slaue art thou Gui. A thing More slauish did I ne're then answering A Slaue without a knocke Clot. Thou art a Robber A Law-breaker a Villaine yeeld thee Theefe Gui. To who to thee What art thou Haue not I An arme as bigge as thine A heart as bigge Thy words I grant are bigger for I weare not My Dagger in my mouth Say what thou art Why I should yeeld to thee Clot. Thou Villaine base Know'st me not by my Cloathes Gui. No nor thy Taylor Rascall Who is thy Grandfather He made those cloathes Which as it seemes make thee Clo. Thou precious Varlet My Taylor made them not Gui. Hence then and thanke The man that gaue them thee Thou art some Foole I am loath to beate thee Clot. Thou iniurious Theefe Heare but my name and tremble Gui. What 's thy name Clo. Cloten thou Villaine Gui. Cloten thou double Villaine be thy name I cannot tremble at it were it Toad or Adder Spider 'T would moue me sooner Clot. To thy further feare Nay to thy meere Confusion thou shalt know I am Sonne to ' th' Queene Gui. I am sorry for 't not seeming So worthy as thy Birth Clot. Art not afeard Gui. Those that I reuerence those I feare the Wise At Fooles I laugh not feare them Clot. Dye the death When I haue slaine thee with my proper hand I le follow those that euen now fled hence And on the Gates of Luds-Towne set your heads Yeeld Rusticke Mountaineer Fight and Exeunt Enter Belarius and Aruiragus Bel. No Companie 's abroad Arui None in the world you did mistake him sure Bel. I cannot tell Long is it since I saw him But Time hath nothing blurr'd those lines of Fauour Which then he wore the snatches in his voice And burst of speaking were as his I am absolute 'T was very Cloten Arui In this place we left them I wish my Brother make good time with him You say he is so fell Bel. Being scarse made vp I meane to man he had not apprehension Of roaring terrors For defect of iudgement Is oft the cause of Feare Enter Guiderius But see thy Brother Gui. This Cloten was a Foole an empty purse There was no money in 't Not Hercules Could haue knock'd out his Braines for he had none Yet I not doing this the Foole had borne My head as I do his Bel. What hast thou done Gui. I am perfect what cut off one Clotens head Sonne to the Queene after his owne report Who call'd me Traitor Mountaineer and swore With his owne single hand heel'd take vs in
I thinke you 'l neuer returne to tell one Post I tell thee Fellow there are none want eyes to direct them the way I am going but such as winke and will not vse them Gao What an infinite mocke is this that a man shold haue the best vse of eyes to see the way of blindnesse I am sure hanging's the way of winking Enter a Messenger Mes Knocke off his Manacles bring your Prisoner to the King Post Thou bring'st good newes I am call'd to bee made free Gao I le be hang'd then Post Thou shalt be then freer then a Gaoler no bolt for the dead Gao Vnlesse a man would marry a Gallowes beget yong Gibbets I neuer saw one so prone yet on my Conscience there are verier Knaues desire to liue for all he be a Roman and there be some of them too that dye against their willes so should I if I were one I would we were all of one minde and one minde good O there were desolation of Gaolers and Galowses I speake against my present profit but my wish hath a preferment in 't Exeunt Scena Quinta Enter Cymboline Bellarius Guiderius Aruiragus Pisanio and Lords Cym. Stand by my side you whom the Gods haue made Preseruers of my Throne woe is my heart That the poore Souldier that so richly fought Whose ragges sham'd gilded Armes whose naked brest Steptâ— before Taâ—ges of proofe cannot be found He shall be happy that can finde him if Our Grace can make him so Bel. I neuer saw Such Noble fury in so poore a Thing Such precious deeds in one that promist nought But beggery and poore lookes Cym. No tydings of him Pisa He hath bin search'd among the dead liuing But no trace of him Cym. To my greefe I am The heyre of his Reward which I will adde To you the Liuer Heart and Braine of Britaine By whom I grant she liues 'T is now the time To aske of whence you are Report it Bel. Sir In Cambria are we borne and Gentlemen Further to boast were neyther true nor modest Vnlesse I adde we are honest Cym. Bow your knees Arise my Knights o' th' Battell I create you Companions to our person and will fit you With Dignities becomming your estates Enter Cornelius and Ladies There 's businesse in these faces why so sadly Greet you our Victory you looke like Romaines And not o' th' Court of Britaine Corn. Hayle great King To sowre your happinesse I must report The Queene is dead Cym. Who worse then a Physitian Would this report become But I consider By Med'cine life may be prolong'd yet death Will seize the Doctor too How ended she Cor. With horror madly dying like her life Which being cruell to the world concluded Most cruell to her selfe What she confest I will report so please you These her Women Can trip me if I erre who with wet cheekes Were present when she finish'd Cym. Prythee say Cor. First she confest she neuer lou'd you onely Affected Greatnesse got by you not you Married your Royalty was wife to your place Abhorr'd your person Cym. She alone knew this And but she spoke it dying I would not Beleeue her lips in opening it Proceed Corn. Your daughter whom she bore in hand to loue With such integrity she did confesse Was as a Scorpion to her sight whose life But that her flight preuented it she had Tane off by poyson Cym. O most delicate Fiend Who is' t can reade a Woman Is there more Corn. More Sir and worse She did confesse she had For you a mortall Minerall which being tooke Should by the minute feede on life and ling'ring By inches waste you In which time she purpos'd By watching weeping tendance kissing to Orecome you with her shew and in time When she had fitted you with her craft to worke Her Sonne into th' adoption of the Crowne But fayling of her end by his strange absence Grew shamelesse desperate open'd in despight Of Heauen and Men her purposes repented The euils she hatch'd were not effected so Dispayring dyed Cym. Heard you all this her Women La. We did so please your Highnesse Cym. Mine eyes Were not in fault for she was beautifull Mine eares that heare her flattery nor my heart That thought her like her seeming It had beene vicious To haue mistrusted her yet Oh my Daughter That it was folly in me thou mayst say And proue it in thy feeling Heauen mend all Enter Lucius Iachimo and other Roman prisoners Leonatus behind and Imogen Thou comm'st not Caius now for Tribute that The Britaines haue rac'd out though with the losse Of many a bold one whose Kinsmen haue made suite That their good soules may be appeas'd with slaughter Of you their Captiues which our selfe haue granted So thinke of your estate Luc. Consider Sir the chance of Warre the day Was yours by accident had it gone with vs We should not when the blood was cool haue threatend Our Prisoners with the Sword But since the Gods Will haue it thus that nothing but our liues May be call'd ransome let it come Sufficeth A Roman with a Romans heart can suffer Augustus liues to thinke on 't and so much For my peculiar care This one thing onely I will entreate my Boy a Britaine borne Let him be ransom'd Neuer Master had A Page so kinde so duteous diligent So tender ouer his occasions true So feate so Nurse-like let his vertue ioyne With my request which I le make bold your Highnesse Cannot deny he hath done no Britaine harme Though he haue seru'd a Roman Saue him Sir And spare no blood beside Cym. I haue surely seene him His fauour is familiar to me Boy Thou hast look'd thy selfe into my grace And art mine owne I know not why wherefore To say liue boy ne're thanke thy Master liue And aske of Cymbeline what Boone thou wilt Fitting my bounty and thy state I le giue it Yea though thou do demand a Prisoner The Noblest tane Imo. I humbly thanke your Highnesse Luc. I do not bid thee begge my life good Lad And yeâ— I know thou wilt Imo. No no alacke There 's other worke in hand I see a thing Bitter to me as death your life good Master Must shuffle for it selfe Luc. The Boy disdaines me He leaues me scornes me briefely dye their ioyes That place them on the truth of Gyrles and Boyes Why stands he so perplext Cym. What would'st thou Boy I loue thee more and more thinke more and more What 's best to aske Know'st him thou look'st on speak Wilt haue him liue Is he thy Kin thy Friend Imo. He is a Romane no more kin to me Then I to your Highnesse who being born your vassaile Am something neerer Cym. Wherefore ey'st him so Imo. I le tell you Sir in priuate if you please To giue me hearing Cym. I with all my heart And lend my best attention What 's thy name Imo. Fidele Sir Cym. Thou' rt my good youth my Page I le be