quicke Qu. O no my Reasons are too deepe and dead Too deepe and dead poore Infants in their graues Harpe on it still shall I till heart-strings breake Rich. Harpe not on that string Madam that is past Now by my George my Garter and my Crowne Qu. Prophan'd dishonor'd and the third vsurpt Rich. I sweare Qu. By nothing for this is no Oath Thy George prophan'd hath lost his Lordly Honor Thy Garter blemish'd pawn'd his Knightly Vertue Thy Crowne vsurp'd disgrac'd his Kingly Glory If something thou would'st sweare to be beleeu'd Sweare then by something that thou hast not wrong'd Rich. Then by my Selfe Qu. Thy Selfe is selfe-misvs'd Rich. Now by the World Qu. 'T is full of thy foule wrongs Rich. My Fathers death Qu. Thy life hath it dishonor'd Rich. Why then by Heauen Qu. Heauens wrong is most of all If thou didd'st feare to breake an Oath with him The vnity the King my husband made Thou had'st not broken nor my Brothers died If thou had'st fear'd to breake an oath by him Th' Imperiall mettall circling now thy head Had grac'd the tender temples of my Child And both the Princes had bene breathing heere Which now two tender Bed-fellowes for dust Thy broken Faith hath made the prey for Wormes What can'st thou sweare by now Rich. The time to come Qu. That thou hast wronged in the time ore-past For I my selfe haue many teares to wash Heereafter time for time past wrong'd by thee The Children liue whose Fathers thou hast slaughter'd Vngouern'd youth to waile it with their age The Parents liue whose Children thou hast butcher'd Old barren Plants to waile it with their Age. Sweare not by time to come for that thou hast Misvs'd ere vs'd by times ill-vs'd repast Rich. As I entend to prosper and repent So thriue I in my dangerous Affayres Of hostile Armes My selfe my selfe confound Heauen and Fortune barre me happy houres Day yeeld me not thy light nor Night thy rest Be opposite all Planets of good lucke To my proceeding if with deere hearts loue Immaculate deuotion holy thoughts I tender not thy beautious Princely daughter In her consists my Happinesse and thine Without her followes to my selfe and thee Her selfe the Land and many a Christian soule Death Desolation Ruine and Decay It cannot be auoyded but by this It will not be auoyded but by this Therefore deare Mother I must call you so Be the Atturney of my loue to her Pleade what I will be not what I haue beene Not my deserts but what I will deserue Vrge the Necessity and state of times And be not peeuish found in great Designes Qu. Shall I be tempted of the Diuel thus Rich. I if the Diuell tempt you to do good Qu. Shall I forget my selfe to be my selfe Rich. I if your selfes remembrance wrong your selfe Qu. Yet thou didst kil my Children Rich. But in your daughters wombe I bury them Where in that Nest of Spicery they will breed Selues of themselues to your recomforture Qu. Shall I go win my daughter to thy will Rich. And be a happy Mother by the deed Qu. I go write to me very shortly And you shal vnderstand from me her mind Exit Q. Rich. Beare her my true loues kisse and so farewell Relenting Foole and shallow-changing Woman How now what newes Enter Ratcliffe Rat. Most mightie Soueraigne on the Westerne Coast Rideth a puissant Nauie to our Shores Throng many doubtfull hollow-hearted friends Vnarm'd and vnresolu'd to beat them backe 'T is thought that Richmond is their Admirall And there they hull expecting but the aide Of Buckingham to welcome them ashore Rich. Some light-foot friend post to y e Duke of Norfolk Ratcliffe thy selfe or Catesby where is hee Cat. Here my good Lord. Rich. Catesby flye to the Duke Cat. I will my Lord with all conuenient haste Rich. Catesby come hither poste to Salisbury When thou com'st thither Dull vnmindfull Villaine Why stay'st thou here and go'st not to the Duke Cat. First mighty Liege tell me your Highnesse pleasure What from your Grace I shall deliuer to him Rich. O true good Catesby bid him leuie straight The greatest strength and power that he can make And meet me suddenly at Salisbury Cat. I goe Exit Rat. What may it please you shall I doe at Salisbury Rich. Why what would'st thou doe there before I goe Rat. Your Highnesse told me I should poste before Rich. My minde is chang'd Enter Lord Stanley Stanley what newes with you Sta. None good my Liege to please you with y e hearing Nor none so bad but well may be reported Rich. Hoyday a Riddle neither good nor bad What need'st thou runne so many miles about When thou mayest tell thy Tale the neerest way Once more what newes Stan. Richmond is on the Seas Rich. There let him sinke and be the Seas on him White-liuer'd Runnagate what doth he there Stan. I know not mightie Soueraigne but by guesse Rich. Well as you guesse Stan. Stirr'd vp by Dorset Buckingham and Morton He makes for England here to clayme the Crowne Rich. Is the Chayre emptie is the Sword vnsway'd Is the King dead the Empire vnpossest What Heire of Yorke is there aliue but wee And who is Englands King but great Yorkes Heire Then tell me what makes he vpon the Seas Stan. Vnlesse for that my Liege I cannot guesse Rich. Vnlesse for that he comes to be your Liege You cannot guesse wherefore the Welchman comes Thou wilt reuolt and flye to him I feare Stan. No my good Lord therefore mistrust me not Rich. Where is thy Power then to beat him back Where be thy Tenants and thy followers Are they not now vpon the Westerne Shore Safe-conducting the Rebels from their Shippes Stan. No my good Lord my friends are in the North. Rich. Cold friends to me what do they in the North When they should serue their Soueraigne in the West Stan. They haue not been commanded mighty King Pleaseth your Maiestie to giue me leaue I le muster vp my friends and meet your Grace Where and what time your Maiestie shall please Rich. I thou would'st be gone to ioyne with Richmond But I le not trust thee Stan. Most mightie Soueraigne You haue no cause to hold my friendship doubtfull I neuer was nor neuer will be false Rich. Goe then and muster men but leaue behind Your Sonne George Stanley looke your heart be firme Or else his Heads assurance is but fraile Stan. So deale with him as I proue true to you Exit Stanley Enter a Messenger Mess My gracious Soueraigne now in Deuonshire As I by friends am well aduertised Sir Edward Courtney and the haughtie Prelate Bishop of Exeter his elder Brother With many moe Confederates are in Armes Enter another Messenger Mess In Kent my Liege the Guilfords are in Armes And euery houre more Competitors Flocke to the Rebels and their power growes strong Enter another Messenger Mess My Lord the Armie of great Buckingham Rich. Out on ye Owles nothing but
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
brother die More then our Brother is our Chastitie I le tell him yet of Angelo's request And fit his minde to death for his soules rest Exit Actus Tertius Scena Prima Enter Duke Claudio and Prouost Du. So then you hope of pardon from Lord Angelo Cla. The miserable haue no other medicine But onely hope I' haue hope to liue and am prepar'd to die Duke Be absolute for death either death or life Shall thereby be the sweeter Reason thus with life If I do loose thee I do loose a thing That none but fooles would keepe a breath thou art Seruile to all the skyie-influences That dost this habitation where thou keepst Hourely afflict Meerely thou art deaths foole For him thou labourst by thy flight to shun And yet runst toward him still Thou art not noble For all th' accommodations that thou bearst Are nurst by basenesse Thou' rt by no meanes valiant For thou dost feare the soft and tender forke Of a poore worme thy best of rest is sleepe And that thou oft prouoakst yet grosselie fearst Thy death which is no more Thou art not thy selfe For thou exists on manie a thousand graines That issue out of dust Happie thou art not For what thou hast not still thou striu'st to get And what thou hast forgetst Thou art not certaine For thy complexion shifts to strange effects After the Moone If thou art rich thou' rt poore For like an Asse whose backe with Ingots bowes Thou bearst thy heauie riches but a iournie And death vnloads thee Friend hast thou none For thine owne bowels which do call thee fire The meere effusion of thy proper loines Do curse the Gowt Sapego and the Rheume For ending thee no sooner Thou hast nor youth nor age But as it were an after-dinners sleepe Dreaming on both for all thy blessed youth Becomes as aged and doth begge the almes Of palsied-Eld and when thou art old and rich Thou hast neither heate affection limbe nor beautie To make thy riches pleasant what 's yet in this That beares the name of life Yet in this life Lie hid moe thousand deaths yet death we feare That makes these oddes all euen Cla. I humblie thanke you To sue to liue I finde I seeke to die And seeking death finde life Let it come on Enter Isabella Isab What hoa Peace heere Grace and good companie Pro. Who 's there Come in the wish deserues a welcome Duke Deere sir ere long I le visit you againe Cla. Most bolie Sir I thanke you Isa My businesse is a word or two with Claudio Pro. And verie welcom looke Signior here 's your sister Duke Prouost a word with you Pro. As manie as you please Duke Bring them to heare me speak where I may be conceal'd Cla. Now sister what 's the comfort Isa Why As all comforts are most good most good indeede Lord Angelo hauing affaires to heauen Intends you for his swift Ambassador Where you shall be an euerlasting Leiger Therefore your best appointment make with speed To Morrow you set on Clau. Is there no remedie Isa None but such remedie as to saue a head To cleaue a heart in twaine Clau. But is there anie Isa Yes brother you may liue There is a diuellish mercie in the Iudge If you 'l implore it that will free your life But fetter you till death Cla. Perpetuall durance Isa I iust perpetuall durance a restraint Through all the worlds vastiditie you had To a determin'd scope Clau. But in what nature Isa In such a one as you consenting too 't Would barke your honor from that trunke you beare And leaue you naked Clau. Let me know the point Isa Oh I do feare thee Claudio and I quake Least thou a feauorous life shouldst entertaine And six or seuen winters more respect Then a perpetuall Honor. Dar'st thou die The sence of death is most in apprehension And the poore Beetle that we treade vpon In corporall sufferance finds a pang as great As when a Giant dies Cla. Why giue you me this shame Thinke you I can a resolution fetch From flowrie tendernesse If I must die I will encounter darknesse as a bride And hugge it in mine armes Isa There spake my brother there my fathers graue Did vtter forth a voice Yes thou must die Thou art too noble to conserue a life In base appliances This outward sainted Deputie Whose setled visagn and deliberate word Nips youth i' th head and follies doth â—new As Falcon doth the Fowle is yet a diuell His filth within being cast he would appeare A pond as deepe as hell Cla. The prenzie Angelo Isa Oh 't is the cunning Liuerie of hell The damnest bodie to inuest and couer In prenzie gardes dost thou thinke Claudio If I would yeeld him my virginitie Thou might'st be freed Cla. Oh heauens it cannot be Isa Yes he would giu 't thee from this rank offence So to offend him still This night 's the time That I should do what I abhorre to name Or else thou diest to morrow Clau. Thou shalt not do 't Isa O were it but my life I 'de throw it downe for your deliuerance As frankely as a pin Clau. Thankes deere Isabell Isa Be readie Claudio for your death to morrow Clau. Yes Has he affections in him That thus can make him bite the Law by th' nose When he would force it Sure it is no sinne Or of the deadly seuen it is the least Isa Which is the least Cla. If it were damnable he being so wise Why would he for the momentarie tricke Be perdurablie fin'de Oh Isabell Isa What saies my brother Cla. Death is a fearefull thing Isa And shamed life a hatefull Cla. I but to die and go we know not where To lie in cold obstruction and to rot This sensible warme motion to become A kneaded clod And the delighted spirit To bath in fierie floods or to recide In thrilling Region of thicke-ribbed Ice To be imprison'd in the viewlesse windes And blowne with restlesse violence round about The pendant world or to be worse then worst Of those that lawlesse and incertaine thought Imagine howling 't is too horrible The weariest and most loathed worldly life That Age Ache periury and imprisonment Can lay on nature is a Paradise To what we feare of death Isa Alas alas Cla. Sweet Sister let me liue What sinne you do to saue a brothers life Nature dispenses with the deede so farre That it becomes a vertue Isa Oh you beast Oh faithlesse Coward oh dishonest wretch Wilt thou be made a man out of my vice Is' t not a kinde of Incest to take life From thine owne sisters shame What should I thinke Heauen shield my Mother plaid my Father faire For such a warped slip of wildernesse Nere issu'd from his blood Take my defiance Die perish Might but my bending downe Repreeue thee from thy fate it should proceede I le pray a thousand praiers for thy death No word to saue thee Cla. Nay heare
you to abide heere till he come and inforce them against him we shall finde this Frier a notable fellow Luc. As any in Vienna on my word Esc Call that same Isabell here once againe I would speake with her pray you my Lord giue mee leaue to question you shall see how I le handle her Luc. Not better then he by her owne report Esc Say you Luc. Marry sir I thinke if you handled her priuately She would sooner confesse perchance publikely she 'll be asham'd Enter Duke Prouost Isabella Esc I will goe darkely to worke with her Luc. That 's the way for women are light at midnight Esc Come on Mistris here 's a Gentlewoman Denies all that you haue said Luc. My Lord here comes the rascall I spoke of Here with the Prouost Esc In very good time speake not you to him till we call vpon you Luc. Mum. Esc Come Sir did you set these women on to slander Lord Angelo they haue confes'd you did Duk. 'T is false Esc How Know you where you are Duk. Respect to your great place and let the diuell Be sometime honour'd for his burning throne Where is the Duke 't is he should heare me speake Esc The Duke 's in vs and we will heare you speake Looke you speake iustly Duk. Boldly at least But oh poore soules Come you to seeke the Lamb here of the Fox Good night to your redresse Is the Duke gone Then is your cause gone too The Duke 's vniust Thus to retort your manifest Appeale And put your triall in the villaines mouth Which here you come to accuse Luc. This is the rascall this is he I spoke of Esc Why thou vnreuerend and vnhallowed Fryer Is' t not enough thou hast suborn'd these women To accuse this worthy man but in foule mouth And in the witnesse of his proper eare To call him villaine and then to glance from him To th' Duke himselfe to taxe him with Iniustice Take him hence to th' racke with him we 'll towze you Ioynt by ioynt but we will know his purpose What vniust Duk. Be not so hot the Duke dare No more stretch this finger of mine then he Dare racke his owne his Subiect am I not Nor here Prouinciall My businesse in this State Made me a looker on here in Vienna Where I haue seene corruption boyle and bubble Till it ore-run the Stew Lawes for all faults But faults so countenanc'd that the strong Statutes Stand like the forfeites in a Barbers shop As much in mocke as marke Esc Slander to th' State Away with him to prison Ang. What can you vouch against him Signior Lucio Is this the man that you did tell vs of Luc. 'T is he my Lord come hither goodman bald-pate doe you know me Duk. I remember you Sir by the sound of your voice I met you at the Prison in the absence of the Duke Luc. Oh did you so and do you remember what you said of the Duke Duk. Most notedly Sir Luc. Do you so Sir And was the Duke a flesh-monger a foole and a coward as you then reported him to be Duk. You must Sir change persons with me ere you make that my report you indeede spoke so of him and much more much worse Luc. Oh thou damnable fellow did not I plucke thee by the nose for thy speeches Duk. I protest I loue the Duke as I loue my selfe Ang. Harke how the villaine would close now after his treasonable abuses Esc Such a fellow is not to be talk'd withall Away with him to prison Where is the Prouost away with him to prison lay bolts enough vpon him let him speak no more away with those Giglets too and with the other confederate companion Duk. Stay Sir stay a while Ang. What resists he helpe him Lucio Luc. Come sir come sir come sir foh sir why you bald-pated lying rascall you must be hooded must you show your knaues visage with a poxe to you show your sheepe-biting face and be hang'd an houre will 't not off Duk. Thou art the first knaue that ere mad'st a Duke First Prouost let me bayle these gentle three Sneake not away Sir for the Fryer and you Must haue a word anon lay hold on him Luc. This may proue worse then hanging Duk. What you haue spoke I pardon sit you downe We 'll borrow place of him Sir by your leaue Ha'st thou or word or wit or impudence That yet can doe thee office If thou ha'st Rely vpon it till my tale be heard And hold no longer out Ang. Oh my dread Lord I should be guiltier then my guiltinesse To thinke I can be vndiscerneable When I perceiue your grace like powre diuine Hath look'd vpon my passes Then good Prince No longer Session hold vpon my shame But let my Triall be mine owne Confession Immediate sentence then and sequent death Is all the grace I beg Duk. Come hither Mariana Say was 't thou ere contracted to this woman Ang. I was my Lord. Duk. Goe take her hence and marry her instantly Doe you the office Fryer which consummate Returne him here againe goe with him Prouost Exit Esc My Lord I am more amaz'd at his dishonor Then at the strangenesse of it Duk. Come hither Isabell Your Frier is now your Prince As I was then Aduertysing and holy to your businesse Not changing heart with habit I am still Atturnied at your seruice Isab Oh giue me pardon That I your vassaile haue imploid and pain'd Your vnknowne Soueraigntie Duk. You are pardon'd Isabell And now deere Maide be you as free to vs. Your Brothers death I know sits at your heart And you may maruaile why I obscur'd my selfe Labouring to saue his life and would not rather Make rash remonstrance of my hidden powre Then let him so be lost oh most kinde Maid It was the swift celeritie of his death Which I did thinke with slower foot came on That brain'd my purpose but peace be with him That life is better life past fearing death Then that which liues to feare make it your comfort So happy is your Brother Enter Angelo Maria Peter Prouost Isab I doe my Lord. Duk. For this new-maried man approaching here Whose salt imagination yet hath wrong'd Your well defended honor you must pardon For Mariana's sake But as he adiudg'd your Brother Being criminall in double violation Of sacred Chastitie and of promise-breach Thereon dependant for your Brothers life The very mercy of the Law cries out Most audible euen from his proper tongue An Angelo for Claudio death for death Haste still paies haste and leasure answers leasure Like doth quit like and Measure still for Measure Then Angelo thy fault 's thus manifested Which though thou would'st deny denies thee vantage We doe condemne thee to the very Blocke Where Claudio stoop'd to death and with like haste Away with him Mar. Oh my most gracious Lord I hope you will not mocke me with a husband Duk. It is your husband mock't you with a husband
Consenting to the safe-guard of your honor I thought your marriage fit else Imputation For that he knew you might reproach your life And choake your good to come For his Possessions Although by confutation they are ours We doe en-state and widow you with all To buy you a better husband Mar. Oh my deere Lord I craue no other nor no better man Duke Neuer craue him we are definitiue Mar. Gentle my Liege Duke You doe but loose your labour Away with him to death Now Sir to you Mar. Oh my good Lord sweet Isabell take my part Lend me your knees and all my life to come I 'll lend you all my life to doe you seruice Duke Against all sence you doe importune her Should she kneele downe in mercie of this fact Her Brothers ghost his paued bed would breake And take her hence in horror Mar. Isabell Sweet Isabel doe yet but kneele by me Hold vp your hands say nothing I 'll speake all They say best men are moulded out of faults And for the most become much more the better For being a little bad So may my husband Oh Isabel will you not lend a knee Duke He dies for Claudio's death Isab Most bounteous Sir Looke if it please you on this man condemn'd As if my Brother liu'd I partly thinke A due sinceritie gouerned his deedes Till he did looke on me Since it is so Let him not die my Brother had but Iustice In that he did the thing for which he dide For Angelo his Act did not ore-take his bad intent And must be buried but as an intent That perish'd by the way thoughts are no subiects Intents but meerely thoughts Mar. Meerely my Lord. Duk. Your suite's vnprofitable stand vp I say I haue bethought me of another fault Prouost how came it Claudio was beheaded At an vnusuall howre Pro. It was commanded so Duke Had you a speciall warrant for the deed Pro. No my good Lord it was by priuate message Duk. For which I doe discharge you of your office Giue vp your keyes Pro. Pardon me noble Lord I thought it was a fault but knew it not Yet did repent me after more aduice For testimony whereof one in the prison That should by priuate order else haue dide I haue reseru'd aliue Duk. What 's he Pro. His name is Barnardine Duke I would thou hadst done so by Claudio Goe fetch him hither let me looke vpon him Esc I am sorry one so learned and so wise As you Lord Angelo haue stil appear'd Should slip so grosselie both in the heat of bloud And lacke of temper'd iudgement afterward Ang. I am sorrie that such sorrow I procure And so deepe sticks it in my penitent heart That I craue death more willingly then mercy 'T is my deseruing and I doe entreat it Enter Barnardine and Prouost Claudio Iulietta Duke Which is that Barnardine Pro. This my Lord. Duke There was a Friar told me of this man Sirha thou art said to haue a stubborne soule That apprehends no further then this world And squar'st thy life according Thou' rt condemn'd But for those earthly faults I quit them all And pray thee take this mercie to prouide For better times to come Frier aduise him I leaue him to your hand What muffeld fellow 's that Pro. This is another prisoner that I sau'd Who should haue di'd when Claudio lost his head As like almost to Claudio as himselfe Duke If he be like your brother for his sake Is he pardon'd and for your louelie sake Giue me your hand and say you will be mine He is my brother too But fitter time for that By this Lord Angelo perceiues he 's safe Methinkes I see a quickning in his eye Well Angelo your euill quits you well Looke that you loue your wife her worth worth yours I finde an apt remission in my selfe And yet heere 's one in place I cannot pardon You sirha that knew me for a foole a Coward One all of Luxurie an asse a mad man Wherein haue I so deseru'd of you That you extoll me thus Luc. Faith my Lord I spoke it but according to the trick if you will hang me for it you may but I had rather it would please you I might be whipt Duke Whipt first sir and hang'd after Proclaime it Prouost round about the Citie If any woman wrong'd by this lewd fellow As I haue heard him sweare himselfe there 's one whom he begot with childe let her appeare And he shall marry her the nuptiall finish'd Let him be whipt and hang'd Luc. I beseech your Highnesse doe not marry me to a Whore your Highnesse said euen now I made you a Duke good my Lord do not recompence me in making me a Cuckold Duke Vpon mine honor thou shalt marrie her Thy slanders I forgiue and therewithall Remit thy other forfeits take him to prison And see our pleasure herein executed Luc. Marrying a punke my Lord is pressing to death Whipping and hanging Duke Slandering a Prince deserues it She Claudio that you wrong'd looke you restore Ioy to you Mariana loue her Angelo I haue confes'd her and I know her vertue Thanks good friend Escalus for thy much goodnesse There 's more behinde that is more gratulate Thanks Prouost for thy care and secrecie We shall imploy thee in a worthier place Forgiue him Angelo that brought you home The head of Ragozine for Claudio's Th' offence pardons it selfe Deere Isabell I haue a motion much imports your good Whereto if you 'll a willing eare incline What 's mine is yours and what is yours is mine So bring vs to our Pallace where wee 'll show What 's yet behinde that meete you all should know The Scene Vienna The names of all the Actors Vincentio the Duke Angelo the Deputie Escalus an ancient Lord. Claudio a yong Gentleman Lucio a fantastique 2. Other like Gentlemen Prouost Thomas 2. Friers Peter 2. Friers Elbow a simple Constable Froth a foolish Gentleman Clowne Abhorson an Executioner Barnardine a dissolute prisoner Isabella sister to Claudio Mariana betrothed to Angelo Iuliet beloued of Claudio Francisca a Nun. Mistris Ouer-don a Bawd FINIS The Comedie of Errors Actus primus Scena prima Enter the Duke of Ephesus with the Merchant of Siracusa Iaylor and other attendants Marchant PRoceed Solinus to procure my fall And by the doome of death end woes and all Duke Merchant of Siracusa plead no more I am not partiall to infringe our Lawes The enmity and discord which of late Sprung from the rancorous outrage of your Duke To Merchants our well-dealing Countrimen Who wanting gilders to redeeme their liues Haue seal'd his rigorous statutes with their blouds Excludes all pitty from our threatning lookes For since the mortall and intestine iarres Twixt thy seditious Countrimen and vs It hath in solemne Synodes beene decreed Both by the Siracusians and our selues To admit no trafficke to our aduerse townes Nay more if any borne at Ephesus Be seene at any Siracusian Marts and Fayres
Care my coosin tells him in his eare that he is in my heart Clau. And so she doth coosin Beat. Good Lord for alliance thus goes euery one to the world but I and I am sun-burn'd I may sit in a corner and cry heigh ho for a husband Pedro. Lady Beatrice I will get you one Beat. I would rather haue one of your fathers getting hath your Grace ne're a brother like you your father got excellent husbands if a maid could come by them Prince Will you haue me Lady Beat. No my Lord vnlesse I might haue another for working-daies your Grace is too costly to weare euerie day but I beseech your Grace pardon mee I was borne to speake all mirth and no matter Prince Your silence most offends me and to be merry best becomes you for out of question you were born in a merry howre Beatr. No sure my Lord my Mother cried but then there was a starre daunst and vnder that was I borne cosins God giue you ioy Leonato Neece will you looke to those rhings I told you of Beat. I cry you mercy Vncle by your Graces pardon Exit Beatrice Prince By my troth a pleasant spirited Lady Leon. There 's little of the melancholy element in her my Lord she is neuer sad but when she sleepes and not euer sad then for I haue heard my daughter say she hath often dreamt of vnhappinesse and wakt her selfe with laughing Pedro. Shee cannot indure to heare tell of a husband Leonato O by no meanes she mocks all her wooers out of suite Prince She were an excellent wife for Benedick Leonato O Lord my Lord if they were but a weeke married they would talke themselues madde Prince Counte Claudio when meane you to goe to Church Clau. To morrow my Lord Time goes on crutches till Loue haue all his rites Leonata Not till monday my deare sonne which is hence a iust seuen night and a time too briefe too to haue all things answer minde Prince Come you shake the head at so long a breathing but I warrant thee Claudio the time shall not goe dully by vs I will in the interim vndertake one of Hercules labors which is to bring Signior Benedicke and the Lady Beatrice into a mountaine of affection th' one with th' other I would faine haue it a match and I doubt not but to fashion it if you three will but minister such assistance as I shall giue you direction Leonata My Lord I am for you though it cost mee ten nights watchings Claud. And I my Lord. Prin. And you to gentle Hero Hero I will doe any modest office my Lord to helpe my cosin to a good husband Prin. And Benedick is not the vnhopefullest husband that I know thus farre can I praise him hee is of a noble straine of approued valour and confirm'd honesty I will teach you how to humour your cosin that shee shall fall in loue with Benedicke and I with your two helpes will so practise on Benedicke that in despight of his quicke wit and his queasie stomacke hee shall fall in loue with Beatrice if wee can doe this Cupid is no longer an Archer his glory shall be ours for wee are the onely loue-gods goe in with me and I will tell you my drift Exit Enter Iohn and Borachio Ioh. It is so the Count Claudio shal marry the daughter of Leonato Bora. Yea my Lord but I can crosse it Iohn Any barre any crosse any impediment will be medicinable to me I am sicke in displeasure to him and whatsoeuer comes athwart his affection ranges euenly with mine how canst thou crosse this marriage Bor. Not honestly my Lord but so couertly that no dishonesty shall appeare in me Iohn Shew me breefely how Bor. I thinke I told your Lordship a yeere since how much I am in the fauour of Margaret the waiting gentlewoman to Hero Iohn I remember Bor. I can at any vnseasonable instant of the night appoint her to look out at her Ladies chamber window Iohn What life is in that to be the death of this marriage Bor. The poyson of that lies in you to temper goe you to the Prince your brother spare not to tell him that hee hath wronged his Honor in marrying the renowned Claudio whose estimation do you mightily hold vp to a contaminated stale such a one as Hero Iohn What proofe shall I make of that Bor. Proofe enough to misuse the Prince to vexe Claudio to vndoe Hero and kill Leonato looke you for any other issue Iohn Onely to despight them I will endeauour any thing Bor. Goe then finde me a meete howre to draw on Pedro and the Count Claudio alone tell them that you know that Hero loues me intend a kinde of zeale both to the Prince and Claudio as in a loue of your brothers honor who hath made this match and his friends reputation who is thus like to be cosen'd with the semblance of a maid that you haue discouer'd thus they will scarcely beleeue this without triall offer them instances which shall beare no lesse likelihood than to see mee at her chamber window heare me call Margaret Hero heare Margaret terme me Claudio and bring them to see this the very night before the intended wedding for in the meane time I will so fashion the matter that Hero shall be absent and there shall appeare such seeming truths of Heroes disloyaltie that iealousie shall be cal'd assurance and all the preparation ouerthrowne Iohn Grow this to what aduerse issue it can I will put it in practise be cunning in the working this and thy fee is a thousand ducates Bor. Be thou constant in the accusation and my cunning shall not shame me Iohn I will presentlie goe learne their day of marriage Exit Enter Benedicke alone Bene. Boy Boy Signior Bene. In my chamber window lies a booke bring it hither to me in the orchard Boy I am heere already sir Exit Bene. I know that but I would haue thee hence and heere againe I doe much wonder that one man seeing how much another man is a foole when he dedicates his behauiours to loue will after hee hath laught at such shallow follies in others become the argument of his owne scorne by falling in loue such a man is Claudio I haue known when there was no musicke with him but the drum and the fife and now had hee rather heare the taber and the pipe I haue knowne when he would haue walkt ten mile afoot to see a good armor and now will he lie ten nights awake caruing the fashion of a new dublet he was wont to speake plaine to the purpose like an honest man a souldier and now is he turn'd orthography his words are a very fantasticall banquet iust so many strange dishes may I be so conuerted see with these eyes I cannot tell I thinke not I will not bee sworne but loue may transforme me to an oyster but I le take my oath on it till he haue made
Where Cressed lay that night Ies In such a night Did Thisbie fearefully ore-trip the dewe And saw the Lyons shadow ere himselfe And ranne dismayed away Loren. In such a night Stood Dido with a Willow in her hand Vpon the wilde sea bankes and waft her Loue To come againe to Carthage Ies In such a night Medea gathered the inchanted hearbs That did renew old Eson Loren. In such a night Did Iessica steale from the wealthy Iewe And with an Vnthrift Loue did runne from Venice As farre as Belmont Ies In such a night Did young Lorenzo sweare he lou'd her well Stealing her soule with many vowes of faith And nere a true one Loren. In such a night Did pretty Iessica like a little shrow Slander her Loue and he forgaue it her Iessi I would out-night you did no body come But harke I heare the footing of a man Enter Messenger Lor. Who comes so fast in silence of the night Mes A friend Loren. A friend what friend your name I pray you friend Mes Stephano is my name and I bring word My Mistresse will before the breake of day Be heere at Belmont she doth stray about By holy crosses where she kneeles and prayes For happy wedlocke houres Loren. Who comes with her Mes None but a holy Hermit and her maid I pray you it my Master yet rnturn'd Loren. He is not nor we haue not heard from him But goe we in I pray thee Iessica And ceremoniously let vs vs prepare Some welcome for the Mistresse of the house Enter Clowne Clo. Sola sola wo ha ho sola sola Loren. Who calls Clo. Sola did you see M. Lorenzo M. Lorenzo sola sola Lor. Leaue hollowing man heere Clo. Sola where where Lor. Heere Clo Tel him ther 's a Post come from my Master with his horne full of good newes my Master will be here ere morning sweet soule Loren. Let 's in and there expect their comming And yet no matter why should we goe in My friend Stephen signifie pray you Within the house your Mistresse is at hand And bring your musique foorth into the ayre How sweet the moone-light sleepes vpon this banke Heere will we sit and let the sounds of musicke Creepe in our eares soft stilnes and the night Become the tutches of sweet harmonie Sit Iessica looke how the floore of heauen Is thicke inlayed with pattens of bright gold There 's not the smallest or be which thou beholdst But in his motion like an Angell sings Still quiring to the young eyed Cherubins Such harmonie is in immortall soules But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grosly close in it we cannot heare it Come hoe and wake Diana with a hymne With sweetest tutches pearce your Mistresse eare And draw her home with musicke Iessi I am neuer merry when I heare sweet musique Play musicke Lor. The reason is your spirits are attentiue For doe but note a wilde and wanton heard Or race of youthful and vnhandled colts Fetching mad bounds bellowing and neighing loud Which is the hot condition of their bloud If they but heare perchance a trumpet sound Or any ayre of musicke touch their eares You shall perceiue them make a mutuall stand Their sauage eyes turn'd to a modest gaze By the sweet power of musicke therefore the Poet Did faine that Orpheus drew trees stones and floods Since naught so stockish hard and full of rage But musicke for time doth change his nature The man that hath no musicke in himselfe Nor is not moued with concord of sweet sounds Is fit for treasons stratagems and spoyles The motions of his spirit are dull as night And his affections darke as Erobus Let no such man be trusted marke the musicke Enter Portia and Nerrissa Por. That light we see is burning in my hall How farre that little candell throwes his beames So shines a good deed in a naughty world Ner. When the moone shone we did not see the candle Por. So doth the greater glory dim the lesse A substitute shines brightly as a King Vntill a King be by and then his state Empties it selfe as doth an inland brooke Into the maine of waters musique harke Musicke Ner. It is your musicke Madame of the house Por. Nothing is good I see without respect Methinkes it sounds much sweeter then by day Ner. Silence bestowes that vertue on it Madam Por. The Crow doth sing as sweetly as the Larke When neither is attended and I thinke The Nightingale if she should sing by day When euery Goose is cackling would be thought No better a Musitian then the Wren How many things by season season'd are To their right praise and true perfection Peace how the Moone sleepes with Endimion And would not be awak'd Musicke ceases Lor. That is the voice Or I am much deceiu'd of Portia Por. He knowes me as the blinde man knowes the Cuckow by the bad voice Lor. Deere Lady welcome home Por. We haue bene praying for our husbands welfare Which speed we hope the better for our words Are they return'd Lor. Madam they are not yet But there is come a Messenger before To signifie their comming Por. Go in Nerrissa Giue order to my seruants that they take No note at all of our being absent hence Nor you Lorenzo Iessica nor you A Tucket sounds Lor. Your husband is at hand I heare his Trumpet We are no tell-tales Madam feare you not Por. This night methinkes is but the daylight sicke It lookes a little paler 't is a day Such as the day is when the Sun is hid Enter Bassanio Anthonio Gratiano and their Followers Bas We should hold day with the Antipodes If you would walke in absence of the sunne Por. Let me giue light but let me not be light For a light wife doth make a heauie husband And neuer be Bassanio so for me But God sort all you are welcome home my Lord. Bass I thanke you Madam giue welcom to my friend This is the man this is Anthonio To whom I am so infinitely bound Por. You should in all sence be much bound to him For as I heare he was much bound for you Anth. No more then I am wel acquitted of Por. Sir you are verie welcome to our house It must appear in other waies then words Therefore I scant this breathing curtesie Gra. By yonder Moone I sweare you do me wrong In faith I gaue it to the Iudges Clearke Would he were gelt that had it for my part Since you do take it Loue so much at hart Por. A quarrel hoe alreadie what 's the matter Gra. About a hoope of Gold a paltry Ring That she did giue me whose Poesie was For all the world like Cutlers Poetry Vpon a knife Loue mee and leaue mee not Ner. What talke you of the Poesie or the valew You swore to me when I did giue it you That you would weare it til the houre of death And that it should lye with you in your graue Though not for me yet for
from schoole Tra. And is the Bride Bridegroom coming home Gre. A bridegroome say you 't is a groome indeed A grumlling groome and that the girle shall finde Tra. Curster then she why 't is impossible Gre. Why hee 's a deuill a deuill a very fiend Tra. Why she 's a deuill a deuill the deuils damme Gre. Tut she 's a Lambe a Doue a foole to him I le tell you sir Lucentio when the Priest Should aske if Katherine should be his wife I by goggs woones quoth he and swore so loud That all amaz'd the Priest let fall the booke And as he stoop'd againe to take it vp This mad-brain'd bridegroome tooke him such a cuffe That downe sell Priest and booke and booke and Priest Now take them vp quoth he if any list Tra. What said the wench when he rose againe Gre. Trembled and shooke for why he stamp'd and swore as if the Vicar meant to cozen him but after many ceremonies done hee calls for wine a health quoth he as if he had beene aboord carowsing to his Mates after a storme quaft off the Muscadell and threw the sops all in the Sextons face hauing no other reason but that his beard grew thinne and hungerly and seem'd to aske him sops as hee was drinking This done hee tooke the Bride about the necke and kist her lips with such a clamorous smacke that at the parting all the Church did eccho and I seeing this came thence for very shame and after mee I know the rout is comming such a mad marryage neuer was before harke harke I heare the minstrels play Musicke playes Enter Petruchio Kate Bianca Hortensio Baptista Petr. Gentlemen friends I thank you for your pains I know you thinke to dine with me to day And haue prepar'd great store of wedding cheere But so it is my haste doth call me hence And therefore heere I meane to take my leaue Bap. Is' t possible you will away to night Pet. I must away to day before night come Make it no wonder if you knew my businesse You would intreat me rather goe then stay And honest company I thanke you all That haue beheld me giue away my selfe To this most patient sweet and vertuous wife Dine with my father drinke a health to me For I must hence and farewell to you all Tra. Let vs intreat you stay till after dinner Pet. It may not be Gra. Let me intreat you Pet. It cannot be Kat. Let me intreat you Pet. I am content Kat. Are you content to stay Pet. I am content you shall entreat me stay But yet not stay entreat me how you can Kat. Now if you loue me stay Pet. Grumio my horse Gru. I sir they be ready the Oates haue eaten the horses Kate. Nay then Doe what thou canst I will not goe to day No nor to morrow not till I please my selfe The dore is open sir there lies your way You may be iogging whiles your bootes are greene For me I le not be gone till I please my selfe 'T is like you 'll proue a iolly surly groome That take it on you at the first so roundly Pet. O Kate content thee prethee be not angry Kat. I will be angry what hast thou to doe Father be quiet he shall stay my leisure Gre. I marry sir now it begins to worke Kat. Gentlemen forward to the bridall dinner I see a woman may be made a foole If she had not a spirit to resist Pet. They shall goe forward Kate at thy command Obey the Bride you that attend on her Goe to the feast reuell and domineere Carowse full measure to her maiden-head Be madde and merry or goe hang your selues But for my bonny Kate she must with me Nay looke not big nor stampe nor stare nor fret I will be master of what is mine owne Shee is my goods my chattels she is my house My houshold-stuffe my field my barne My horse my oxe my asse my any thing And heere she stands touch her who euer dare I le bring mine action on the proudest he That stops my way in Padua Grumio Draw forth thy weapon we are beset with theeues Rescue thy Mistresse if thou be a man Feare not sweet wench they shall not touch thee Kate I le buckler thee against a Million Exeunt P. Ka. Bap. Nay let them goe a couple of quiet ones Gre. Went they not quickly I should die with laughing Tra. Of all mad matches neuer was the like Luc. Mistresse what is your opinion of your sister Bian. That being mad her selfe she 's madly mated Gre. I warrant him Petruchio is Kated Bap. Neighbours and friends though Bride Bridegroom wants For to supply the places at the table You know there wants no iunkets at the feast Lucentio you shall supply the Bridegroomes place And let Bianca take her sisters roome Tra. Shall sweet Bianca practise how to bride it Bap. She shall Lucentio come gentlemen le ts goe Enter Grumio Exeunt Gru. Fie fie on all tired Iades on all mad Masters all foule waies was euer man so beaten was euer man so raide was euer man so weary I am sent before to make a fire and they are comming after to warme them now were not I a little pot soone hot my very lippes might freeze to my teeth my tongue to the roofe of my mouth my heart in my belly ere I should come by a fire to thaw me but I with blowing the fire shall warme my selfe for considering the weather a taller man then I will take cold Holla hoa Curtis Enter Curtis Curt. Who is that calls so coldly Gru. A piece of Ice if thou doubt it thou maist slide from my shoulder to my heele with no greater a run but my head and my necke A fire good Curtis Cur. Is my master and his wife comming Grumio Gru. Oh I Curtis I and therefore fire fire cast on no water Cur. Is she so hot a shrew as she 's reported Gru. She was good Curtis before this frost but thou know'st winter tames man woman and beast for it hath tam'd my old master and my new mistris and my selfe fellow Curtis Gru. Away you three inch foole I am no beast Gru. Am I but three inches Why thy horne is a foot and so long am I at the least But wilt thou make a fire or shall I complaine on thee to our mistris whose hand she being now at hand thou shalt soone feele to thy cold comfort for being slow in thy hot office Cur. I prethee good Grumio tell me how goes the world Gru. A cold world Curtis in euery office but thine therefore fire do thy duty and haue thy dutie for my Master and mistris are almost frozen to death Cur. There 's fire readie and therefore good Grumio the newes Gru. Why Iacke boy ho boy and as much newes as wilt thou Cur. Come you are so full of conicatching Gru. Why therefore fire for I haue caught extreme cold Where 's the Cooke is
Frenchman what his reputation is with the Duke what his valour honestie and expertnesse in warres or whether he thinkes it were not possible with well-waighing summes of gold to corrupt him to a reuolt What say you to this What do you know of it Par. I beseech you let me answer to the particular of the intergatories Demand them singly Int Do you know this Captaine Dumaine Par. I know him a was a Botchers Prentize in Paris from whence he was whipt for getting the Shrieues fool with childe a dumbe innocent that could not say him nay Ber. Nay by your leaue hold your hands though I know his braines are forfeite to the next tile that fals Int. Well is this Captaine in the Duke of Florences campe Par. Vpon my knowledge he is and lowsie Cay G. Nay looke not so vpon me we shall heare of your Lord anon Int. What is his reputation with the Duke Par. The Duke knowes him for no other but a poore Officer of mine and writ to mee this other day to turne him out a' th band I thinke I haue his Letter in my pocket Int. Marry we 'll search Par. In good sadnesse I do not know either it is there or it is vpon a file with the Dukes other Letters in my Tent. Int. Heere 't is heere 's a paper shall I reade it to you Par. I do not know if it be it or no. Ber. Our Interpreter do's it well Cap. G. Excellently Int. Dian the Counts a foole and full of gold Par. That is not the Dukes letter sir that is an aduertisement to a proper maide in Florence one Diana to take heede of the allurement of one Count Rossillion a foolish idle boy but for all that very ruttish I pray you sir put it vp againe Int. Nay I le reade it first by your fauour Par. My meaning in 't I protest was very honest in the behalfe of the maid for I knew the young Count to be a dangerous and lasciuious boy who is a whale to Virginity and deuours vp all the fry it finds Ber. Damnable both-sides rogue Int Let. When he sweares oathes hid him drop gold and take it After he scores he neuer payes the score Halfe won is match well made match and well make it He nere payes after debts take it before And say a souldier Dian told thee this Men are to mell with boyes are not to kis For count of this the Counts a Foolâ— I know it Who payes before but not when he does owe it Thine as he vow'd to thee in thine eare Parolles Ber. He shall be whipt through the Armie with this rime in 's forehead Cap. E. This is your deuoted friend sir the manifold Linguist and the army-potent souldier Ber. I could endure any thing before but a Cat and now he 's a Cat to me Int. I perceiue sir by your Generals lookes wee shall be faine to hang you Par. My life sir in any case Not that I am afraide to dye but that my offences beeing many I would repent out the remainder of Nature Let me liue sir in a dungeon i' th stockes or any where so I may liue Int. Wee 'le see what may bee done so you confesse freely therefore once more to this Captaine Dumaine you haue answer'd to his reputation with the Duke and to his valour What is his honestie Par. He will steale sir an Egge out of a Cloister for rapes and rauishments he paralels Nessus Hee professes not keeping of oaths in breaking em he is stronger then Hercules He will lye sir with such volubilitie that you would thinke truth were a foole drunkennesse is his best vertue for he will be swine-drunke and in his sleepe he does little harme saue to his bed-cloathes about him but they know his conditions and lay him in straw I haue but little more to say sir of his honesty he ha's euerie thing that an honest man should not haue what an honest man should haue he has nothing Cap. G. I begin to loue him for this Ber. For this description of thine honestie A pox vpon him for me he 's more and more a Cat. Int. What say you to his expertnesse in warre Par. Faith sir ha's led the drumme before the English Tragedians to belye him I will not and more of his souldiership I know not except in that Country he had the honour to be the Officer at a place there called Mile-end to instruct for the doubling of files I would doe the man what honour I can but of this I am not certaine Cap. G. He hath out-villain'd villanie so farre that the raritie redeemes him Ber. A pox on him he 's a Cat still Int. His qualities being at this poore price I neede not to aske you if Gold will corrupt him to reuolt Par. Sir for a Cardceue he will sell the fee-simple of his saluation the inheritance of it and cut th' intaile from all remainders and a perpetuall succession for it perpetually Int. What 's his Brother the other Captain Dumain Cap. E. Why do's he aske him of me Int. What 's he Par. E'ne a Crow a' th same nest not altogether so great as the first in goodnesse but greater a great deale in euill He excels his Brother for a coward yet his Brother is reputed one of the best that is In a retreate hee out-runnes any Lackey marrie in comming on hee ha's the Crampe Int. If your life be saued will you vndertake to betray the Florentine Par. I and the Captaine of his horse Count Rossillion Int. I le whisper with the Generall and knowe his pleasure Par. I le no more drumming a plague of all drummes onely to seeme to deserue well and to beguile the supposition o' that lasciuious yong boy the Count haue I run into this danger yet who would haue suspected an ambush where I was taken Int. There is no remedy sir but you must dye the Generall sayes you that haue so traitorously discouerd the secrets of your army and made such pestifferous reports of men very nobly held can serue the world for no honest vse therefore you must dye Come headesman off with his head Par. O Lord sir let me liue or let me see my death Int. That shall you and take your leaue of all your friends So looke about you know you any heere Count. Good morrow noble Captaine Lo. E. God blesse you Captaine Parolles Cap. G. God saue you noble Captaine Lo. E. Captain what greeting will you to my Lord Lafew I am for France Cap. G. Good Captaine will you giue me a Copy of the sonnet you writ to Diana in behalfe of the Count Rossillion and I were not a verie Coward I 'de compell it of you but far you well Exeunt Int. You are vndone Captaine all but your scarfe that has a knot on 't yet Par. Who cannot be crush'd with a plot Inter. If you could finde out a Countrie where but women were that had receiued so much shame you
yet a maiden and an innocent hand Not painted with the Crimson spots of blood Within this bosome neuer entred yet The dreadfull motion of a murderous thought And you haue slander'd Nature in my forme Which howsoeuer rude exteriorly Is yet the couer of a fayrer minde Then to be butcher of an innocent childe Iohn Doth Arthur liue O hast thee to the Peeres Throw this report on their incensed rage And make them tame to their obedience Forgiue the Comment that my passion made Vpon thy feature for my rage was blinde And foule immaginarie eyes of blood Presented thee more hideous then thou art Oh answer not but to my Closset bring The angry Lords with all expedient hast I coniure thee but slowly run more fast Exeunt Scoena Tertia Enter Arthur on the walles Ar. The Wall is high and yet will I leape downe Good ground be pittifull and hurt me not There 's few or none do know me if they did This Ship-boyes semblance hath disguis'd me quite I am afraide and yet I le venture it If I get downe and do not breake my limbes I le finde a thousand shifts to get away As good to dye and go as dye and stay Oh me my Vnckles spirit is in these stones Heauen take my soule and England keep my bones Dies Enter Pembroke Salisburry Bigot Sal. Lords I will meet him at S. Edmondsbury It is our safetie and we must embrace This gentle offer of the perillous time Pem. Who brought that Letter from the Cardinall Sal. The Count Meloone a Noble Lord of France Whose priuate with me of the Dolphines loue Is much more generall then these lines import Big To morrow morning let vs meete him then Sal. Or rather then set forward for 't will be Two long dayes iourney Lords or ere we meete Enter Bastard Bast Once more to day well met distemper'd Lords The King by me requests your presence straight Sal. The king hath dispossest himselfe of vs We will not lyne his thin-bestained cloake With our pure Honors nor attend the foote That leaues the print of blood where ere it walkes Returne and tell him so we know the worst Bast What ere you thinke good words I thinke were best Sal. Our greefes and not our manners reason now Bast But there is little reason in your greefe Therefore 't were reason you had manners now Pem. Sir sir impatience hath his priuiledge Bast 'T is tâ—ue to hurt his master no mans else Sal. This is the prison What is he lyes heere P. Oh death made proud with pure princely beuty The earth had not a hole to hide this deede Sal. Murther as hating what himselfe hath done Doth lay it open to vrge on reuenge Big Or when he doom'd this Beautie to a graue Found it too precious Princely for a graue Sal. Sir Richard what thinke you you haue beheld Or haue you read or heard or could you thinke Or do you almost thinke although you see That you do see Could thought without this obiect Forme such another This is the very top The heighth the Crest or Crest vnto the Crest Of murthers Armes This is the bloodiest shame The wildest Saâ—agery the vildest stroke That euer wall-ey'd wrath or staring rage Presented to the teares of soft remorse Pem. All murthers past do stand excus'd in this And this so sole and so vnmatcheable Shall giue a holinesse a puritie To the yet vnbegotten sinne of times And proue a deadly blood-shed but a iest Exampled by this heynous spectacle Bast It is a damned and a bloody worke The gracelesse action of a heauy hand If that it be the worke of any hand Sal. If that it be the worke of any hand We had a kinde of light what would ensue It is the shamefull worke of Huberts hand The practice and the purpose of the king From whose obedience I forbid my soule Kneeling before this ruine of sweete life And breathing to his breathlesse Excellence The Incense of a Vow a holy Vow Neuer to taste the pleasures of the world Neuer to be infected with delight Nor conuersant with Ease and Idlenesse Till I haue set a glory to this hand By giuing it the worship of Reuenge Pem. Big Our soules religiously confirme thy words Enter Hubert Hub. Lords I am hot with haste in seeking you Arthur doth liue the king hath sent for you Sal. Oh he is bold and blushes not at death Auant thou hatefull villain get thee gone Hu. I am no villaine Sal. Must I rob the Law Bast Your sword is bright sir put it vp againe Sal. Not till I sheath it in a murtherers skin Hub. Stand backe Lord Salsbury stand backe I say By heauen I thinke my sword 's as sharpe as yours I would not haue you Lord forget your selfe Nor tempt the danger of my true defence Least I by marking of your rage forget your Worth your Greatnesse and Nobility Big Out dunghill dar'st thou braue a Nobleman Hub. Not for my life But yet I dare defend My innocent life against an Emperor Sal. Thou art a Murtherer Hub. Do not proue me so Yet I am none Whose tongue so ere speakes false Not truely speakes who speakes not truly Lies Pem. Cut him to peeces Bast Keepe the peace I say Sal. Stand by or I shall gaul you Faulconbridge Bast Thou wer't better gaul the diuell Salsbury If thou but frowne on me or stirre thy foote Or teach thy hastie spleene to do me shame I le strike thee dead Put vp thy sword betime Or I le so maule you and your tosting-Iron That you shall thinke the diuell is come from hell Big What wilt thou do renowned Faulconbridge Second a Villaine and a Murtherer Hub. Lord Bigot I am none Big Who kill'd this Prince Hub. 'T is not an houre since I left him well I honour'd him I lou'd him and will weepe My date of life out for his sweete liues losse Sal. Trust not those cunning waters of his eyes For villanie is not without such rheume And he long traded in it makes it seeme Like Riuers of remorse and innocencie Away with me all you whose soules abhorre Th' vncleanly sauours of a Slaughter-house For I am stifled with this smell of sinne Big Away toward Burie to the Dolphin there P. There tel the king he may inquire vs out Ex Lords Ba. Here 's a good world knew you of this faire work Beyond the infinite and boundlesse reach of mercie If thou didst this deed of death art y u damn'd Hubert Hub Do but heare me sir Bast Ha I le tell thee what Thou' rt damn'd as blacke nay nothing is so blacke Thou art more deepe damn'd then Prince Lucifer There is not yet so vgly a fiend of hell As thou shalt be if thou didst kill this childe Hub. Vpon my soule Bast If thou didst but consent To this most cruell Act do but dispaire And if thou want'st a Cord the smallest thred That euer Spider twisted from her wombe
honourable dewe That siluerly doth progresse on thy cheekes My heart hath melted at a Ladies teares Being an ordinary Inundation But this effusion of such manly drops This showre blowne vp by tempest of the soule Startles mine eyes and makes me more amaz'd Then had I seene the vaultie top of heauen Figur'd quite ore wirh burning Meteors Lift vp thy brow renowned Salisburie And with a great heart heaue away this storme Commend these waters to those baby-eyes That neuer saw the giant-world enrag'd Nor met with Fortune other then at feasts Full warm of blood of mirth of gossipping Come come for thou shalt thrust thy hand as deepe Into the purse of rich prosperity As Lewis himselfe so Nobles shall you all That knit your sinewes to the strength of mine Enter Pandulpho And euen there methinkes an Angell spake Looke where the holy Legate comes apace To giue vs warrant from the hand of heauen And on our actions set the name of right With holy breath Pand. Haile noble Prince of France The next is this King Iohn hath reconcil'd Himselfe to Rome his spirit is come in That so stood out against the holy Church The great Metropolis and Sea of Rome Therefore thy threatning Colours now winde vp And tame the sauage spirit of wilde warre That like a Lion fostered vp at hand It may lie gently at the foot of peace And be no further harmefull then in shewe Dol. Your Grace shall pardon me I will not backe I am too high-borne to be proportied To be a secondary at controll Or vsefull seruing-man and Instrument To any Soueraigne State throughout the world Your breath first kindled the dead coale of warres Betweene this chastiz'd kingdome and my selfe And brought in matter that should feed this fire And now 't is farre too huge to be blowne out With that same weake winde which enkindled it You taught me how to know the face of right Acquainted me with interest to this Land Yea thrust this enterprize into my heart And come ye now to tell me Iohn hath made His peace with Rome what is that peace to me I by the honour of my marriage bed After yong Arthur claime this Land for mine And now it is halfe conquer'd must I backe Because that Iohn hath made his peace with Rome Am I Romes slaue What penny hath Rome borne What men prouided What munition sent To vnder-prop this Action Is' t not I That vnder-goe this charge Who else but I And such as to my claime are liable Sweat in this businesse and maintaine this warre Haue I not heard these Islanders shout out Viue le Roy as I haue bank'd their Townes Haue I not heere the best Cards for the game To winne this easie match plaid for a Crowne And shall I now giue ore the yeelded Set No no on my soule it neuer shall be said Pand. You looke but on the out-side of this worke Dol. Out-side or in-side I will not returne Till my attempt so much be glorified As to my ample hope was promised Before I drew this gallant head of warre And cull'd these fiery spirits from the world To out-looke Conquest and to winne renowne Euen in the iawes of danger and of death What lusty Trumpet thus doth summon vs Enter Bastard Bast According to the faire-play of the world Let me haue audience I am sent to speake My holy Lord of Millane from the King I come to learne how you haue dealt for him And as you answer I doe know the scope And warrant limited vnto my tongue Pand. The Dolphin is too wilfull opposite And will not temporize with my intreaties He flatly saies heeâ—ll not lay downe his Armes Bast By all the bloud that euer fury breath'd The youth saies well Now heare our English King For thus his Royaltie doth speake in me He is prepar'd and reason to he should This apish and vnmannerly approach This harness'd Maske and vnaduised Reuell This vn-heard sawcinesse and boyish Troopes The King doth smile at and is well prepar'd To whip this dwarfish warre this Pigmy Armes From out the circle of his Territories That hand which had the strength euen at your dore To cudgell you and make you take the hatch To diue like Buckets in concealed Welles To crowch in litter of your stable plankes To lye like pawnes lock'd vp in chests and truncks To hug with swine to seeke sweet safety out In vaults and prisons and to thrill and shake Euen at the crying of your Nations crow Thinking this voyce an armed Englishman Shall that victorious hand be feebled heere That in your Chambers gaue you chasticement No know the gallant Monarch is in Armes And like an Eagle o're his ayerie towres To sowsse annoyance that comes neere his Nest And you degenerate you ingrate Reuolts you bloudy Nero's ripping vp the wombe Of your deere Mother-England blush for shame For your owne Ladies and pale-visag'd Maides Like Amazons come tripping after drummes Their thimbles into armed Gantlets change Their Needl's to Lances and their gentle hearts To fierce and bloody inclination Dol. There end thy braue and turn thy face in peace We grant thou canst out-scold vs Far thee well We hold our time too precious to be spent With such a brabler Pan. Giue me leaue to speake Bast No I will speake Dol. We will attend to neyther Strike vp the drummes and let the tongue of warre Pleade for our interest and our being heere Bast Indeede your drums being beaten wil cry out And so shall you being beaten Do but start An eccho with the clamor of thy drumme And euen at hand a drumme is readie brac'd That shall reuerberate all as lowd as thine Sound but a 〈◊〉 and another shall As lowd as thine rattle the Welkins eare And mocke the deepe mouth'd Thunder for at hand Not trusting to this halting Legate heere Whom he hath vs'd rather for sport then neede Is warlike Iohn and in his fore-head sits A bare-rib'd death whose office is this day To feast vpon whole thousands of the French Dol. Strike vp our drummes to finde this danger out Bast And thou shalt finde it Dolphin do not doubt Exeunt Scaena Tertia Alarums Enter Iohn and Hubert Iohn How goes the day with vs oh tell me Hubert Hub. Badly I feare how fares your Maiesty Iohn This Feauer that hath troubled me so long Lyes heauie on me oh my heart is sicke Enter a Messenger Mes My Lord your valiant kinsman Falconbridge Desires your Maiestie to leaue the field And send him word by me which way you go Iohn Tell him toward Swinsted to the Abbey there Mes Be of good comfort for the great supply That was expected by the Dolphin heere Are wrack'd three nights ago on Goodwin sands This newes was brought to Richard but euen now The French fight coldly and retyre themselues Iohn Aye me this tyrant Feauer burnes mee vp And will not let me welcome this good newes Set on toward Swinsted to my Litter
Against the winde the which he prickes and wounds With many legions of strange fantasies Which in their throng and presse to that last hold Counfound themselues 'T is strange y t death shold sing I am the Symer to this pale faint Swan Who chaunts a dolefull hymne to his owne death And from the organ-pipe of frailety sings His soule and body to their lasting rest Sal. Be of good comfort Prince for you are borne To set a forme vpon that indigest Which he hath left so shapelesse and so rude Iohn brought in Iohn I marrie now my soule hath elbow roome It would not out at windowes nor at doores There is so hot a summer in my bosome That all my bowels crumble vp to dust I am a scribled forme drawne with a pen Vpon a Parchment and against this fire Do I shrinke vp Hen. How fares your Maiesty Ioh. Poyson'd ill fare dead forsooke cast off And none of you will bid the winter come To thrust his ycie fingers in my maw Nor let my kingdomes Riuers take their course Through my burn'd bosome nor intreat the North To make his bleake windes kisse my parched lips And comfort me with cold I do not aske you much I begge cold comfort and you are so straight And so ingratefull you deny me that Hen. Oh that there were some vertue in my teares That might releeue you Iohn The salt in them is hot Within me is a hell and there the poyson Is as a fiend confin'd to tyrannize On vnrepreeuable condemned blood Enter Bastard Bast Oh I am scalded with my violent motion And spleene of speede to see your Maiesty Iohn Oh Cozen thou art come to set mine eye The tackle of my heart is crack'd and burnt And all the shrowds wherewith my life should saile Are turned to one thred one little haire My heart hath one poore string to stay it by Which holds but till thy newes be vttered And then all this thou seest is but a clod And module of confounded royalty Bast The Dolphin is preparing hither-ward Where heauen he knowes how we shall answer him For in a night the best part of my powre As I vpon aduantage did remoue Were in the Washes all vnwarily Deuoured by the vnexpected flood Sal. You breath these dead newes in as dead an eare My Liege my Lord but now a King now thus Hen. Euen so must I run on and euen so stop What surety of the world what hope what stay When this was now a King and now is clay Bast Art thou gone so I do but stay behinde To do the office for thee of reuenge And then my soule shall waite on thee to heauen As it on earth hath bene thy seruant still Now now you Starres that moue in your right spheres Where be your powres Shew now your mended faiths And instantly returne with me againe To push destruction and perpetuall shame Out of the weake doore of our fainting Land Straight let vs seeke or straight we shall be sought The Dolphine rages at our verie heeles Sal. It seemes you know not then so much as we The Cardinall Pandulph is within at rest Who halfe an houre since came from the Dolphin And brings from him such offers of our peace As we with honor and respect may take With purpose presently to leaue this warre Bast He will the rather do it when he sees Our selues well sinew'd to our defence Sal. Nay 't is in a manner done already For many carriages hee hath dispatch'd To the sea side and put his cause and quarrell To the disposing of the Cardinall With whom your selfe my selfe and other Lords If you thinke meete this afternoone will poast To consummate this businesse happily Bast Let it be so and you my noble Prince With other Princes that may best be spar'd Shall waite vpon your Fathers Funerall Hen. At Worster must his bodie be interr'd For so he will'd it Bast Thither shall it then And happily may your sweet selfe put on The lineall state and glorie of the Land To whom with all submission on my knee I do bequeath my faithfull seruices And true subiection euerlastingly Sal. And the like tender of our loue wee make To rest without a spot for euermore Hen. I haue a kinde soule that would giue thankes And knowes not how to do it but with teares Bast Oh let vs pay the time but needfull woe Since it hath beene before hand with our greefes This England neuer did nor neuer shall Lye at the proud foote of a Conqueror But when it first did helpe to wound it selfe Now these her Princes are come home againe Come the three corners of the world in Armes And we shall shocke them Naught shall make vs rue If England to it selfe do rest but true Exeunt The life and death of King Richard the Second Actus Primus Scaena Prima Enter King Richard Iohn of Gaunt with other Nobles and Attendants King Richard OLd Iohn of Gaunt time-honoured Lancaster Hast thou according to thy oath and band Brought hither Henry Herford thy bold son Heere to make good y e boistrous late appeale Which then our leysure would not let vs heare Against the Duke of Norfolke Thomas Mowbray Gaunt I haue my Liege King Tell me moreouer hast thou sounded him If he appeale the Duke on ancient malice Or worthily as a good subiect should On some knowne ground of treacherie in him Gaunt As neere as I could sift him on that argument On some apparant danger seene in him Aym'd at your Highnesse no inueterate malice Kin. Then call them to our presence face to face And frowning brow to brow our selues will heare Th' accuser and the accused freely speake High stomackâ—d are they both and full of ire In rage deafe as the sea hastie as fire Enter Bullingbrooke and Mowbray Bul. Many yeares of happy dayes befall My gracious Soueraigne my most louing Liege Mow. Each day still better others happinesse Vntill the heauens enuying earths good hap Adde an immortall title to your Crowne King We thanke you both yet one but flatters vs As well appeareth by the cause you come Namely to appeale each other of high treason Coosin of Hereford what dost thou obiect Against the Duke of Norfolke Thomas Mowbray Bul. First heauen be the record to my speech In the deuotion of a subiects loue Tendering the precious safetie of my Prince And free from other misbegotten hate Come I appealant to this Princely presence Now Thomas Mowbray do I turne to thee And marke my greeting well for what I speake My body shall make good vpon this earth Or my diuine soule answer it in heauen Thou art a Traitor and a Miscreant Too good to be so and too bad to liue Since the more faire and christall is the skie The vglier seeme the cloudes that in it flye Once more the more to aggrauate the note With a foule Traitors name stuffe I thy throte And wish so please my Soueraigne ere I moue What
are gone and fled As well assur'd Richard their King is dead Exit Sal. Ah Richard with eyes of heauie mind I see thy Glory like a shooting Starre Fall to the base Earth from the Firmament Thy Sunne sets weeping in the lowly West Witnessing Stormes to come Woe and Vnrest Thy Friends are fled to wait vpon thy Foes And crossely to thy good all fortune goes Exit Actus Tertius Scena Prima Enter Bullingbrooke Yorke Northumberland Rosse Percie Willoughby with Bushie and Greene Prisoners Bull. Bring forth these men Bushie and Greene I will not vex your soules Since presently your soules must part your bodies With too much vrging your pernitious liues For 't were no Charitie yet to wash your blood From off my hands here in the view of men I will vnfold some causes of your deaths You haue mis-led a Prince a Royall King A happie Gentleman in Blood and Lineaments By you vnhappied and disfigur'd cleane You haue in manner with your sinfull houres Made a Diuorce betwixt his Queene and him Broke the possession of a Royall Bed And stayn'd the beautie of a faire Queenes Cheekes With teares drawn froÌ„ her eyes with your foule wrongs My selfe a Prince by fortune of my birth Neere to the King in blood and neere in loue Till you did make him mis-interprete me Haue stoopt my neck vnder your iniuries And sigh'd my English breath in forraine Clouds Eating the bitter bread of banishment While you haue fed vpon my Seignories Dis-park'd my Parkes and fell'd my Forrest Woods From mine owne Windowes torne my Household Coat Raz'd out my Impresse leauing me no signe Saue mens opinions and my liuing blood To shew the World I am a Gentleman This and much more much more then twice all this Condemnes you to the death see them deliuered ouer To execution and the hand of death Bushie More welcome is the stroake of death to me Then Bullingbrooke to England Greene. My comfort is that Heauen will take our soules And plague Iniustice with the paines of Hell Bull. My Lord Northumberland see them dispatch'd Vnckle you say the Queene is at your House For Heauens sake fairely let her be entreated Tell her I send to her my kind commends Take speciall care my Greetings be deliuer'd York A Gentleman of mine I haue dispatch'd With Letters of your loue to her at large Bull. Thankes gentle Vnckle come Lords away To fight with Glendoure and his Complices A while to worke and after holliday Exeunt Scena Secunda Drums Flourish and Colours Enter Richard Aumerle Carlile and Souldiers Rich. Barkloughly Castle call you this at hand Au. Yea my Lord how brook your Grace the ayre After your late tossing on the breaking Seas Rich. Needs must I like it well I weepe for ioy To stand vpon my Kingdome once againe Deere Earth I doe salute thee with my hand Though Rebels wound thee with their Horses hoofes As a long parted Mother with her Child Playes fondly with her teares and smiles in meeting So weeping smiling greet I thee my Earth And doe thee fauor with my Royall hands Feed not thy Soueraignes Foe my gentle Earth Nor with thy Sweetes comfort his rauenous sence But let thy Spiders that suck vp thy Venome And heauie-gated Toades lye in their way Doing annoyance to the trecherous feete Which with vsurping steps doe trample thee Yeeld stinging Nettles to mine Enemies And when they from thy Bosome pluck a Flower Guard it I prethee with a lurking Adder Whose double tongue may with a mortall touch Throw death vpon thy Soueraignes Enemies Mock not my sencelesse Coniuration Lords This Earth shall haue a feeling and these Stones Proue armed Souldiers ere her Natiue King Shall falter vnder foule Rebellious Armes Car. Feare not my Lord that Power that made you King Hath power to keepe you King in spight of all Aum. He meanes my Lord that we are too remisse Whilest Bullingbrooke through our securitie Growes strong and great in substance and in friends Rich. Discomfortable Cousin knowest thou not That when the searching Eye of Heauen is hid Behind the Globe that lights the lower World Then Theeues and Robbers raunge abroad vnseene In Murthers and in Out-rage bloody here But when from vnder this Terrestriall Ball He fires the prowd tops of the Easterne Pines And darts his Lightning through eu'ry guiltie hole Then Murthers Treasons and detested sinnes The Cloake of Night being pluckt from off their backs Stand bare and naked trembling at themselues So when this Theefe this Traytor Bullingbrooke Who all this while hath reuell'd in the Night Shall see vs rising in our Throne the East His Treasons will sit blushing in his face Not able to endure the sight of Day But selfe-affrighted tremble at his sinne Not all the Water in the rough rude Sea Can wash the Balme from an anoynted King The breath of worldly men cannot depose The Deputie elected by the Lord For euery man that Bullingbrooke hath prest To lift shrewd Steele against our Golden Crowne Heauen for his Richard hath in heauenly pay A glorious Angell then if Angels fight Weake men must fall for Heauen still guards the right Enter Salisbury Welcome my Lord how farre off lyes your Power Salisb. Nor neere nor farther off my gracious Lord Then this weake arme discomfort guides my tongue And bids me speake of nothing but despaire One day too late I feare my Noble Lord Hath clouded all thy happie dayes on Earth Oh call backe Yesterday bid Time returne And thou shalt haue twelue thousand fighting men To day to day vnhappie day too late Orethrowes thy Ioyes Friends Fortune and thy State For all the Welchmen hearing thou wert dead Are gone to Bullingbrooke disperst and fled Aum. Comfort my Liege why lookes your Grace so pale Rich. But now the blood of twentie thousand men Did triumph in my face and they are fled And till so much blood thither come againe Haue I not reason to looke pale and dead All Soules that will be safe flye from my side For Time hath set a blot vpon my pride Aum. Comfort my Liege remember who you are Rich. I had forgot my selfe Am I not King Awake thou sluggard Maiestie thou sleepest Is not the Kings Name fortie thousand Names Arme arme my Name a punie subiect strikes At thy great glory Looke not to the ground Ye Fauorites of a King are wee not high High be our thoughts I know my Vnckle Yorke Haâ—h Power enough to serue our turne But who comes here Enter Scroope Scroope More health and happinesse betide my Liege Then can my care-tun'd tongue deliuer him Rich. Mine eare is open and my heart prepar'd The worst is worldly losse thou canst vnfold Say Is my Kingdome loft why 't was my Care And what losse is it to be rid of Care Striues Bullingbrooke to be as Great as wee Greater he shall not be If hee serue God Wee 'l serue him too and be his Fellow so Reuolt our Subiects That we cannot mend
from henceforth rather be my Selfe Mighty and to be fear'd then my condition Which hath beene smooth as Oyle soft as yong Downe And therefore lost that Title of respect Which the proud soule ne're payes but to the proud Wor. Our house my Soueraigne Liege little deserues The scourge of greatnesse to be vsed on it And that same greatnesse too which our owne hands Haue holpe to make so portly Nor. My Lord. King Worcester get thee gone for I do see Danger and disobedience in thine eye O sir your presence is too bold and peremptory And Maiestie might neuer yet endure The moody Frontier of a seruant brow You haue good leaue to leaue vs. When we need Your vse and counsell we shall send for you You were about to speake North. Yea my good Lord. Those Prisoners in your Highnesse demanded Which Harry Percy heere at Holmedon tooke Were as he sayes not with such strength denied As was deliuered to your Maiesty Who either through enuy or misprision Was guilty of this fault and not my Sonne Hot. My Liege I did deny no Prisoners But I remember when the fight was done When I was dry with Rage and extreame Toyle Breathlesse and Faint leaning vpon my Sword Came there a certaine Lord neat and trimly drest Fresh as a Bride-groome and his Chin new reapt Shew'd like a stubble Land at Haruest home He was perfumed like a Milliner And 'twixt his Finger and his Thumbe he held A Pouncet-box which euer and anon He gaue his Nose and took 't away againe Who therewith angry when it next came there Tooke it in Snuffe And still he smil'd and talk'd And as the Souldiers bare dead bodies by He call'd them vntaught Knaues Vnmannerly To bring a slouenly vnhandsome Coarse Betwixt the Winde and his Nobility With many Holiday and Lady tearme He question'd me Among the rest demanded My Prisoners in your Maiesties behalfe I then all-smarting with my wounds being cold To be so pestered with a Popingay Out of my Greefe and my Impatience Answer'd neglectingly I know not what He should or should not For he made me mad To see him shine so briske and smell so sweet And talke so like a Waiting-Gentlewoman Of Guns Drums and Wounds God saue the marke And telling me the Soueraign'st thing on earth Was Parmacity for an inward bruise And that it was great pitty so it was That villanous Salt-peter should be digg'd Out of the Bowels of the harmlesse Earth Which many a good Tall Fellow had destroy'd So Cowardly And but for these vile Gunnes He would himselfe haue beene a Souldier This bald vnioynted Chat of his my Lord Made me to answer indirectly as I said And I beseech you let not this report Come currant for an Accusation Betwixt my Loue and your high Maiesty Blunt The circumstance considered good my Lord What euer Harry Percie then had said To such a person and in such a place At such a time with all the rest retold May reasonably dye and neuer rise To do him wrong or any way impeach What then he said so he vnsay it now King Why yet doth deny his Prisoners But with Prouiso and Exception That we at our owne charge shall ransome straight His Brother-in-Law the foolish Mortimer Who in my soule hath wilfully betraid The liues of those that he did leade to Fight Against the great Magitian damn'd Glendower Whose daughter as we heare the Earle of March Hath lately married Shall our Coffers then Be emptied to redeeme a Traitor home Shall we buy Treason and indent with Feares When they haue lost and forfeyted themselues No on the barren Mountaine let him sterue For I shall neuer hold that man my Friend Whose tongue shall aske me for one peny cost To ransome home reuolted Mortimer Hot. Reuolted Mortimer He neuer did fall off my Soueraigne Liege But by the chance of Warre to proue that true Needs no more but one tongue For all those Wounds Those mouthed Wounds which valiantly he tooke When on the gentle Seuernes siedgie banke In single Opposition hand to hand He did confound the best part of an houre In changing hardiment with great Glendower Three times they breath'd and three times did they drink Vpon agreement of swift Seuernes flood Who then affrighted with their bloody lookes Ran fearefully among the trembling Reeds And hid his crispe-head in the hollow banke Blood-stained with these Valiant Combatants Neuer did base and rotten Policy Colour her working with such deadly wounds Nor neuer could the Noble Mortimer Receiue so many and all willingly Then let him not be sland'red with Reuolt King Thou do'st bely him Percy thou dost bely him He neuer did encounter with Glendower I tell thee he durst as well haue met the diuell alone As Owen Glendower for an enemy Art thou not asham'd But Sirrah henceforth Let me not heare you speake of Mortimer Send me your Prisoners with the speediest meanes Or you shall heare in such a kinde from me As will displease ye My Lord Northumberland We License your departure with your sonne Send vs your Prisoners or you 'l heare of it Exit King Hot. And if the diuell come and roare for them I will not send them I will after straight And tell him so for I will ease my heart Although it be with hazard of my head Nor. What drunke with choller stay pause awhile Heere comes your Vnckle Enter Worcester Hot. Speake of Mortimer Yes I will speake of him and let my soule Want mercy if I do not ioyne with him In his behalfe I le empty all these Veines And shed my deere blood drop by drop i' th dust But I will lift the downfall Mortimer As high i' th Ayre as this Vnthankfull King As this Ingrate and Cankred Bullingbrooke Nor. Brother the King hath made your Nephew mad Wor. Who strooke this heate vp after I was gone Hot. He will forsooth haue all my Prisoners And when I vrg'd the ransom once againe Of my Wiues Brother then his cheeke look'd pale And on my face he turn'd an eye of death Trembling euen at the name of Mortimer Wor. I cannot blame him was he not proclaim'd By Richard that dead is the next of blood Nor. He was I heard the Proclamation And then it was when the vnhappy King Whose wrongs in vs God pardon did set forth Vpon his Irish Expedition From whence he intercepted did returne To be depos'd and shortly murthered Wor. And for whose death we in the worlds wide mouth Liue scandaliz'd and fouly spoken of Hot. But soft I pray you did King Richard then Proclaime my brother Mortimer Heyre to the Crowne Nor. He did my selfe did heare it Hot. Nay then I cannot blame his Cousin King That wish'd him on the barren Mountaines staru'd But shall it be that you that set the Crowne Vpon the head of this forgetfull man And for his sake wore the detested blot Of murtherous subornation Shall it be That you a world of curses vndergoe
Being the Agents or base second meanes The Cords the Ladder or the Hangman rather O pardon if that I descend so low To shew the Line and the Predicament Wherein you range vnder this subtill King Shall it for shame be spoken in these dayes Or fill vp Chronicles in time to come That men of your Nobility and Power Did gage them both in an vniust behalfe As Both of you God pardon it haue done To put downe Richard that sweet louely Rose And plant this Thorne this Canker Bullingbrooke And shall it in more shame be further spoken That you are fool'd discarded and shooke off By him for whom these shames ye vnderwent No yet time serues wherein you may redeeme Your banish'd Honors and restore your selues Into the good Thoughts of the world againe Reuenge the geering and disdain'd contempt Of this proud King who studies day and night To answer all the Debt he owes vnto you Euen with the bloody Payment of your deaths Therefore I say Wor. Peace Cousin say no more And now I will vnclaspe a Secret booke And to your quicke conceyuing Discontents I le reade you Matter deepe and dangerous As full of perill and aduenturous Spirit As to o're-walke a Current roaring loud On the vnstedfast footing of a Speare Hot. If he fall in good night or sinke or swimme Send danger from the East vnto the West So Honor crosse it from the North to South And let them grapple The blood more stirres To rowze a Lyon then to start a Hare Nor. Imagination of some great exploit Driues him beyond the bounds of Patience Hot. By heauen me thinkes it were an easie leap To plucke bright Honor from the pale-fac'd Moone Or diue into the bottome of the deepe Where Fadome-line could neuer touch the ground And plucke vp drowned Honor by the Lockes So he that doth redeeme her thence might weare Without Co-riuall all her Dignities But out vpon this halfe-fac'd Fellowship Wor. He apprehends a World of Figures here But not the forme of what he should attend Good Cousin giue me audience for a-while And list to me Hot. I cry you mercy Wor. Those same Noble Scottes That are your Prisoners Hot. I le keepe them all By heauen he shall not haue a Scot of them No if a Scot would saue his Soule he shall not I le keepe them by this Hand Wor. You start away And lend no eare vnto my purposes Those Prisoners you shall keepe Hot. Nay I will that 's flat He said he would not ransome Mortimer Forbad my tongue to speake of Mortimer But I will finde him when he lyes asleepe And in his eare I le holla Mortimer Nay I le haue a Starling shall be taught to speake Nothing but Mortimer and giue it him To keepe his anger still in motion Wor. Heare you Cousin a word Hot. All studies heere I solemnly defie Saue how to gall and pinch this Bullingbrooke And that same Sword and Buckler Prince of Wales But that I thinke his Father loues him not And would be glad he met with some mischance I would haue poyson'd him with a pot of Ale Wor. Farewell Kinsman I le talke to you When you are better temper'd to attend Nor. Why what a Waspe-tongu'd impatient foole Art thou to breake into this Womans mood Tying thine eare to no tongue but thine owne Hot. Why look you I am whipt scourg'd with rods Netled and stung with Pismires when I heare Of this vile Politician Bullingbrooke In Richards time What de' ye call the place A plague vpon 't it is in Gloustershire 'T was where the madcap Duke his Vncle kept His Vncle Yorke where I first bow'd my knee Vnto this King of Smiles this Bullingbrooke When you and he came backe from Rauenspurgh Nor. At Barkley Castle Hot. You say true Why what a caudie deale of curtesie This fawning Grey-hound then did proffer me Looke when his infant Fortune came to age And gentle Harry Percy and kinde Cousin O the Diuell take such Couzeners God forgiue me Good Vncle tell your tale for I haue done Wor. Nay if you haue not too 't againe Wee 'l stay your leysure Hot. I haue done insooth Wor. Then once more to your Scottish Prisoners Deliuer them vp without their ransome straight And make the Dowglas sonne your onely meane For powres in Scotland which for diuers reasons Which I shall send you written be assur'd Will easily be granted you my Lord. Your Sonne in Scotland being thus imply'd Shall secretly into the bosome creepe Of that same noble Prelate well belou'd The Archbishop Hot. Of Yorke is' t not Wor. True who beares hard His Brothers death at Bristow the Lord Scroope I speake not this in estimation As what I thinke might be but what I know Is ruminated plotted and set downe And onely stayes but to behold the face Of that occasion that shall bring it on Hot. I smell it Vpon my life it will do wond'rous well Nor. Before the game 's a-foot thou still let'st slip Hot. Why it cannot choose but be a Noble plot And then the power of Scotland and of Yorke To ioyne with Mortimer Ha. Wor. And so they shall Hot. Infaith it is exceedingly well aym'd Wor. And 't is no little reason bids vs speed To saue our heads by raising of a Head For beare our selues as euen as we can The King will alwayes thinke him in our debt And thinke we thinke our selues vnsatisfied Till he hath found a time to pay vs home And see already how he doth beginne To make vs strangers to his lookes of loue Hot. He does he does wee 'l be reueng'd on him Wor. Cousin farewell No further go in this Then I by Letters shall direct your course When time is ripe which will be sodainly I le steale to Glendower and loe Mortimer Where you and Dowglas and our powres at once As I will fashion it shall happily meete To beare our fortunes in our owne strong armes Which now we hold at much vncertainty Nor. Farewell good Brother we shall thriue I trust Hot. Vncle adieu O let the houres be short Till fields and blowes and grones applaud our sport exit Actus Secundus Scena Prima Enter a Carrier with a Lanterne in his hand 1. Car. Heigh-ho an 't be not foure by the day I le be hang'd Charles waine is ouer the new Chimney and yet our horse not packt What Ostler Ost Anon anon 1. Car. I prethee Tom beate Cuts Saddle put a few Flockes in the point the poore Iade is wrung in the withers out of all cesse Enter another Carrier 2. Car. Pease and Beanes are as danke here as a Dog and this is the next way to giue poore Iades the Bottes This house is turned vpside downe since Robin the Ostler dyed 1. Car. Poore fellow neuer ioy'd since the price of oats rose it was the death of him 2. Car. I thinke this is the most villanous house in al London rode for Fleas I am stung
tender of my life In this faire rescue thou hast brought to mee Prin. O heauen they did me too much iniury That euer said I hearkned to your death If it were so I might haue let alone The insulting hand of Dowglas ouer you Which would haue bene as speedy in your end As all the poysonous Potions in the world And sau'd the Treacherous labour of your Sonne K. Make vp to Clifton I le to Sir Nicholas Gausey Exit Enter Hotspur Hot. If I mistake not thou art Harry Monmouth Prin. Thou speak'st as if I would deny my name Hot. My name is Harrie Percie Prin. Why then I see a very valiant rebel of that name I am the Prince of Wales and thinke not Percy To share with me in glory any more Two Starres keepe not their motion in one Sphere Nor can one England brooke a double reigne Of Harry Percy and the Prince of Wales Hot. Nor shall it Harry for the houre is come To end the one of vs and would to heauen Thy name in Armes were now as great as mine Prin. I le make it greater ere I part from thee And all the budding Honors on thy Crest I le crop to make a Garland for my head Hot. I can no longer brooke thy Vanities Fight Enter Falstaffe Fal. Well said Hal to it Hal. Nay you shall finde no Boyes play heere I can tell you Enter Dowglas he fights with Falstaffe who fals down as if he were dead The Prince killeth Percie Hot. Oh Harry thou hast rob'd me of my youth I better brooke the losse of brittle life Then those proud Titles thou hast wonne of me They wound my thoghts worse then the sword my flesh But thought 's the slaue of Life and Life Times foole And Time that takes suruey of all the world Must haue a stop O I could Prophesie But that the Earth and the cold hand of death Lyes on my Tongue No Percy thou art dust And food for Prin. For Wormeâ— braue Percy Farewell great heart Ill-weau'd Ambition how much art thou shrunke When that this bodie did containe a spirit A Kingdome for it was too small a bound But now two paces of the vilest Earth Is roome enough This Earth that beares the dead Beares not aliue so stout a Gentleman If thou wer 't sensible of curtesie I should not make so great a shew of Zeale But let my fauours hide thy mangled face And euen in thy behalfe I le thanke my selfe For doing these fayre Rites of Tendernesse Adieu and take thy praise with thee to heauen Thy ignomy sleepe with thee in the graue But not remembred in thy Epitaph What Old Acquaintance Could not all this flesh Keepe in a little life Poore Iacke farewell I could haue better spar'd a better man O I should haue a heauy misse of thee If I were much in loue with Vanity Death hath not strucke so fat a Deere to day Though many dearer in this bloody Fray Imbowell'd will I see thee by and by Till then in blood by Noble Percie lye Exit Falstaffe riseth vp Falst Imbowell'd If thou imbowell mee to day I le giue you leaue to powder me and eat me too to morow 'T was time to counterfet or that hotte Termagant Scot had paid the scot and lot too Counterfeit I am no counterfeit to dye is to be a counterfeit for hee is but the counterfeit of a man who hath not the life of a man But to counterfeit dying when a man thereby liueth is to be no counterfeit but the true and perfect image of life indeede The better part of Valour is Discretion in the which better part I haue saued my life I am affraide of this Gun-powder Percy though he be dead How if hee should counterfeit too and rise I am afraid hee would proue the better counterfeit therefore I le make him sure yea and I le sweare I kill'd him Why may not hee rise as well as I Nothing confutes me but eyes and no-bodie sees me Therefore sirra with a new wound in your thigh come you along me Takes Hotspurre on his backe Enter Prince and Iohn of Lancaster Prin. Come Brother Iohn full brauely hast thou flesht thy Maiden sword Iohn But soft who haue we heere Did you not tell me this Fat man was dead Prin. I did I saw him dead Breathlesse and bleeding on the ground Art thou aliue Or is it fantasie that playes vpon our eye-sight I prethee speake we will not trust our eyes Without our eares Thou art not what thou seem'st Fal. No that 's certaine I am not a double man but if I be not Iacke Falstaffe then am I a Iacke There is Percy if your Father will do me any Honor so if not let him kill the next Percie himselfe I looke to be either Earle or Duke I can assure you Prin. Why Percy I kill'd my selfe and saw thee dead Fal. Did'st thou Lord Lord how the world is giuen to Lying I graunt you I was downe and out of Breath and so was he but we rose both at an instant and fought a long houre by Shrewsburie clocke If I may bee beleeued so if not let them that should reward Valour beare the sinne vpon their owne heads I le take 't on my death I gaue him this wound in the Thigh if the man vvere aliue and would deny it I would make him eate a peece of my sword Iohn This is the strangest Tale that e're I heard Prin. This is the strangest Fellow Brother Iohn Come bring your luggage Nobly on your backe For my part if a lye may do thee grace I le gil'd it with the happiest tearmes I haue A Retreat is sounded The Trumpets sound Retreat the day is ours Come Brother let 's to the highest of the field To see what Friends are liuing who are dead Exeunt Fal. I le follow as they say for Reward Hee that rewards me heauen reward him If I do grow great again I le grow lesse For I le purge and leaue Sacke and liue cleanly as a Nobleman should do Exit Scaena Quarta The Trumpets sound Enter the King Prince of Wales Lord Iohn of Lancaster Earle of Westmerland with Worcester Vernon Prisoners King Thus euer did Rebellion finde Rebuke Ill-spirited Worcester did we not send Grace Pardon and tearmes of Loue to all of you And would'st thou turne our offers contrary Misuse the tenor of thy Kinsmans trust Three Knights vpon our party slaine to day A Noble Earle and many a creature else Had beene aliue this houre If like a Christian thou had'st truly borne Betwixt out Armies true Intelligence Wor. What I haue done my safety vrg'd me to And I embrace this fortune patiently Since not to be auoyded it fals on mee King Beare Worcester to death and Vernon too Other Offenders we will pause vpon Exit Worcester and Vernon How goes the Field Prin. The Noble Scot Lord Dowglas when hee saw The fortune of the day quite turn'd from him The Noble Percy
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
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
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
by thy bloody minde That neuer dream'st on ought but Butcheries Did'st thou not kill this King Rich. I graunt ye An. Do'st grant me Hedge-hogge Then God graunt me too Thou may'st be damned for that wicked deede O he was gentle milde and vertuous Rich. The better for the King of heauen that hath him An. He is in heauen where thou shalt neuer come Rich. Let him thanke me that holpe to send him thither For he was fitter for that place then earth An. And thou vnfit for any place but hell Rich. Yes one place else if you will heare me name it An. Some dungeon Rich. Your Bed-chamber An. Ill rest betide the chamber where thou lyest Rich. So will it Madam till I lye with you An. I hope so Rich. I know so But gentle Lady Anne To leaue this keene encounter of our wittes And fall something into a slower method Is not the causer of the timelesse deaths Of these Plantagenets Henrie and Edward As blamefull as the Executioner An. Thou was 't the cause and most accurst effect Rich. Your beauty was the cause of that effect Your beauty that did haunt me in my sleepe To vndertake the death of all the world So I might liue one houre in your sweet bosome An. If I thought that I tell thee Homicide These Nailes should rent that beauty from my Cheekes Rich. These eyes could not endure y t beauties wrack You should not blemish it if I stood by As all the world is cheared by the Sunne So I by that It is my day my life An. Blacke night ore-shade thy day death thy life Rich. Curse not thy selfe faire Creature Thou art both An. I would I were to be reueng'd on thee Rich. It is a quarrell most vnnaturall To be reueng'd on him that loueth thee An. It is a quarrell iust and reasonable To be reueng'd on him that kill'd my Husband Rich. He that bereft the Lady of thy Husband Did it to helpe thee to a better Husband An. His better doth not breath vpon the earth Rich. He liues that loues thee better then he could An. Name him Rich. Plantagenet An. Why that was he Rich. The selfesame name but one of better Nature An. Where is he Rich. Heere Spits at him Why dost thou spit at me An. Would it were mortall poyson for thy sake Rich. Neuer came poyson from so sweet a place An. Neuer hung poyson on a fowler Toade Out of my sight thou dost infect mine eyes Rich. Thine eyes sweet Lady haue infected mine An. Would they were Basiliskes to strike thee dead Rich. I would they were that I might dye at once For now they kill me with a liuing death Those eyes of thine from mine haue drawne salt Teares Sham'd their Aspects with store of childish drops These eyes which neuer shed remorsefull teare No when my Father Yorke and Edward wept To heare the pittious moane that Rutland made When black-fac'd Clifford shooke his sword at him Nor when thy warlike Father like a Childe Told the sad storie of my Fathers death And twenty times made pause to sob and weepe That all the standers by had wet their cheekes Like Trees bedash'd with raine In that sad time My manly eyes did scorne an humble teare And what these sorrowes could not thence exhale Thy Beauty hath and made them blinde with weeping I neuer sued to Friend nor Enemy My Tongue could neuer learne sweet smoothing word But now thy Beauty is propos'd my Fee My proud heart sues and prompts my tongue to speake She lookes scornfully at him Teach not thy lip such Scorne for it was made For kissing Lady not for such contempt If thy reuengefull heart cannot forgiue Loe heere I lend thee this sharpe-pointed Sword Which if thou please to hide in this true brest And let the Soule forth that adoreth thee I lay it naked to the deadly stroke And humbly begge the death vpon my knee He layes his brest open she offers at with his sword Nay do not pause For I did kill King Henrie But 't was thy Beauty that prouoked me Nay now dispatch 'T was I that stabb'd yong Edward But 't was thy Heauenly face that set me on She fals the Sword Take vp the Sword againe or take vp me An. Arise Dissembler though I wish thy death I will not be thy Executioner Rich. Then bid me kill my selfe and I will do it An. I haue already Rich. That was in thy rage Speake it againe and euen with the word This hand which for thy loue did kill thy Loue Shall for thy loue kill a farre truer Loue To both their deaths shalt thou be accessary An. I would I knew thy heart Rich. 'T is figur'd in my tongue An. I feare me both are false Rich. Then neuer Man was true An. Well well put vp your Sword Rich. Say then my Peace is made An. That shalt thou know heereafter Rich. But shall I liue in hope An. All men I hope liue so Vouchsafe to weare this Ring Rich. Looke how my Ring incompasseth thy Finger Euen so thy Brest incloseth my poore heart Weare both of them for both of them are thine And if thy poore deuoted Seruant may But beg one fauour at thy gracious hand Thou dost confirme his happinesse for euer An. What is it Rich. That it may please you leaue these sad designes To him that hath most cause to be a Mourner And presently repayre to Crosbie House Where after I haue solemnly interr'd At Chertsey Monast'ry this Noble King And wet his Graue with my Repentant Teares I will with all expedient duty see you For diuers vnknowne Reasons I beseech you Grant me this Boon An. With all my heart and much it ioyes me too To see you are become so penitent Tressel and Barkley go along with me Rich. Bid me farwell An. 'T is more then you deserue But since you teach me how to flatter you Imagine I haue saide farewell already Exit two with Anne Gent. Towards Chertsey Noble Lord Rich. No to White Friars there attend my comming Exit Coarse Was euer woman in this humour woo'd Was euer woman in this humour wonne I le haue her but I will not keepe her long What I that kill'd her Husband and his Father To take her in her hearts extreamest hate With curses in her mouth Teares in her eyes The bleeding witnesse of my hatred by Hauing God her Conscience and these bars against me And I no Friends to backe my suite withall But the plaine Diuell and dissembling lookes And yet to winne her All the world to nothing Hah Hath she forgot alreadie that braue Prince Edward her Lord whom I some three monthes since Stab'd in my angry mood at Tewkesbury A sweeter and a louelier Gentleman Fram'd in the prodigallity of Nature Yong Valiant Wise and no doubt right Royal The spacious World cannot againe affoord And will she yet abase her eyes on me That cropt the Golden prime of this sweet Prince And made her Widdow
Sorrow breakes Seasons and reposing houres Makes the Night Morning and the Noon-tide night Princes haue but their Titles for their Glories An outward Honor for an inward Toyle And for vnfelt Imaginations They often feele a world of restlesse Cares So that betweene their Titles and low Name There 's nothing differs but the outward fame Enter two Murtherers 1. Mur. Ho who 's heere Bra. What would'st thou Fellow And how camm'st thou hither 2. Mur. I would speak with Clarence and I came hither on my Legges Bra. What so breefe 1. 'T is better Sir then to be tedious Let him see our Commission and talke no more Reads Bra. I am in this commanded to deliuer The Noble Duke of Clarence to your hands I will not reason what is meant heereby Because I will be guiltlesse from the meaning There lies the Duke asleepe and there the Keyes I le to the King and signifie to him That thus I haue resign'd to you my charge Exit 1 You may sir 't is a point of wisedome Far you well 2 What shall we stab him as he sleepes 1 No hee 'l say 't was done cowardly when he wakes 2 Why he shall neuer wake vntill the great Iudgement day 1 Why then hee 'l say we stab'd him sleeping 2 The vrging of that word Iudgement hath bred a kinde of remorse in me 1 What art thou affraid 2 Not to kill him hauing a Warrant But to be damn'd for killing him from the which No Warrant can defend me 1 I thought thou had'st bin resolute 2 So I am to let him liue 1 I le backe to the Duke of Glouster and tell him so 2 Nay I prythee stay a little I hope this passionate humor of mine will change It was wont to hold me but while one tels twenty 1 How do'st thou feele thy selfe now 2 Some certaine dregges of conscience are yet within mee 1 Remember our Reward when the deed 's done 2 Come he dies I had forgot the Reward 1 Where 's thy conscience now 2 O in the Duke of Glousters purse 1 When hee opens his purse to giue vs our Reward thy Conscience flyes out 2 'T is no matter let it goe There 's few or none will entertaine it 1 What if it come to thee againe 2 I le not meddle with it it makes a man a Coward A man cannot steale but it accuseth him A man cannot Sweare but it Checkes him A man cannot lye with his Neighbours Wife but it detects him 'T is a blushing shamefac'd spirit that mutinies in a mans bosome It filles a man full of Obstacles It made me once restore a Pursse of Gold that by chance I found It beggars any man that keepes it It is turn'd out of Townes and Citties for a dangerous thing and euery man that means to liue well endeuours to trust to himselfe and liue vvithout it 1 'T is euen now at my elbow perswading me not to kill the Dkue 2 Take the diuell in thy minde and beleeue him not He would insinuate with thee but to make thee sigh 1 I am strong fram'd he cannot preuaile with me 2 Spoke like a tall man that respects thy reputation Come shall we fall to worke 1 Take him on the Costard with the hiltes of thy Sword and then throw him into the Malmesey-Butte in the next roome 2 O excellent deuice and make a sop of him 1 Soft he wakes 2 Strike 1 No wee 'l reason with him Cla. Where art thou Keeper Giue me a cup of wine 2 You shall haue Wine enough my Lord anon Cla. In Gods name what art thou 1 A man as you are Cla. But not as I am Royall 1 Nor you as we are Loyall Cla. Thy voice is Thunder but thy looks are humble 1 My voice is now the Kings my lookes mine owne Cla. How darkly and how deadly dost thou speake Your eyes do menace me why looke you pale Who sent you hither Wherefore do you come 2 To to to Cla. To murther me Both. I I. Cla. You scarsely haue the hearts to tell me so And therefore cannot haue the hearts to do it Wherein my Friends haue I offended you 1 Offended vs you haue not but the King Cla. I shall be reconcil'd to him againe 2 Neuer my Lord therefore prepare to dye Cla. Are you drawne forth among a world of men To slay the innocent What is my offence Where is the Euidence that doth accuse me What lawfull Quest haue giuen their Verdict vp Vnto the frowning Iudge Or who pronounc'd The bitter sentence of poore Clarence death Before I be conuict by course of Law To threaten me with death is most vnlawfull I charge you as you hope for any goodnesse That you depart and lay no hands on me The deed you vndertake is damnable 1 What we will do we do vpon command 2 And he that hath commanded is our King Cla. Erroneous Vassals the great King of Kings Hath in the Table of his Law commanded That thou shalt do no murther Will you then Spurne at his Edict and fulfill a Mans Take heed for he holds Vengeance in his hand To hurle vpon their heads that breake his Law 2 And that same Vengeance doth he hurle on thee For false Forswearing and for murther too Thou did'st receiue the Sacrament to fight In quarrell of the House of Lancaster 1 And like a Traitor to the name of God Did'st breake that Vow and with thy treacherous blade Vnrip'st the Bowels of thy Sou'raignes Sonne 2 Whom thou was 't sworne to cherish and defend 1 How canst thou vrge Gods dreadfull Law to vs When thou hast broke it in such deere degree Cla. Alas for whose sake did I that ill deede For Edward for my Brother for his sake He sends you not to murther me for this For in that sinne he is as deepe as I. If God will be auenged for the deed O know you yet he doth it publiquely Take not the quarrell from his powrefull arme He needs no indirect or lawlesse course To cut off those that haue offended him 1 Who made thee then a bloudy minister When gallant springing braue Plantagenet That Princely Nouice was strucke dead by thee Cla. My Brothers loue the Diuell and my Rage 1 Thy Brothers Loue our Duty and thy Faults Prouoke vs hither now to slaughter thee Cla. If you do loue my Brother hate not me I am his Brother and I loue him well If you are hyr'd for meed go backe againe And I will send you to my Brother Glouster Who shall reward you better for my life Then Edward will for tydings of my death 2 You are deceiu'd Your Brother Glouster hates you Cla. Oh no he loues me and he holds me deere Go you to him from me 1 I so we will Cla. Tell him when that our Princely Father Yorke Blest his three Sonnes with his victorious Arme He little thought of this diuided Friendship Bid Glouster thinke on this and he will weepe 1 I Milstones as he lessoned
true Dutie Rich. Amen and make me die a good old man That is the butt-end of a Mothers blessing I maruell that her Grace did leaue it out Buc. You clowdy-Princes hart-sorowing-Peeres That beare this heauie mutuall loade of Moane Now cheere each other in each others Loue Though we haue spent our Haruest of this King We are to reape the Haruest of his Sonne The broken rancour of your high-swolne hates But lately splinter'd knit and ioyn'd together Must gently be preseru'd cherisht and kept Me seemeth good that with some little Traine Forthwith from Ludlow the young Prince be set Hither to London to be crown'd our King Riuers Why with some little Traine My Lord of Buckingham Buc. Marrie my Lord least by a multitude The new-heal'd wound of Malice should breake out Which would be so much the more dangerous By how much the estate is greene and yet vngouern'd Where euery Horse beares his commanding Reine And may direct his course as please himselfe As well the feare of harme as harme apparant In my opinion ought to be preuented Rich. I hope the King made peace with all of vs And the compact is firme and true in me Riu. And so in me and so I thinke in all Yet since it is but greene it should be put To no apparant likely-hood of breach Which haply by much company might be vrg'd Therefore I say with Noble Buckingham That it is meete so few should fetch the Prince Hast And so say I. Rich. Then be it so and go we to determine Who they shall be that strait shall poste to London Madam and you my Sister will you go To giue your censures in this businesse Exeunt Manet Buckingham and Richard Buc. My Lord who euer iournies to the Prince For God sake let not vs two stay at home For by the way I le sort occasion As Index to the story we late talk'd of To part the Queenes proud Kindred from the Prince Rich. My other selfe my Counsailes Consistory My Oracle My Prophet my deere Cosin I as a childe will go by thy direction Toward London then for wee 'l not stay behinde Exeunt Scena Tertia Enter one Citizen at one doore and another at the other 1 Cit. Good morrow Neighbour whether away so fast 2. Cit. I promise you I scarsely know my selfe Heare you the newes abroad 1. Yes that the King is dead 2. Ill newes byrlady seldome comes the better I feare I feare 't will proue a giddy world Enter another Citizen 3. Neighbours God speed 1. Giue you good morrow sir 3. Doth the newes hold of good king Edwards death 2. I sir it is too true God helpe the while 3. Then Masters looke to see a troublous world 1. No no by Gods good grace his Son shall reigne 3. Woe to that Land that 's gouern'd by a Childe 2. In him there is a hope of Gouernment Which in his nonage counsell vnder him And in his full and ripened yeares himselfe No doubt shall then and till then gouerne well 1. So stood the State when Henry the sixt Was crown'd in Paris but at nine months old 3. Stood the State so No no good friends God wot For then this Land was famously enrich'd With politike graue Counsell then the King Had vertuous Vnkles to protect his Grace 1. Why so hath this both by his Father and Mother 3. Better it were they all came by his Father Or by his Father there were none at all For emulation who shall now be neerest Will touch vs all too neere if God preuent not O full of danger is the Duke of Glouster And the Queenes Sons and Brothers haught and proud And were they to be rul'd and not to rule This sickly Land might solace as before 1. Come come we feare the worst all will be well 3. When Clouds are seen wisemen put on their clokes When great leaues fall then Winter is at hand When the Sun sets who doth not looke for night Vntimely stormes makes men expect a Dearth All may be well but if God sort it so 'T is more then we deserue or I expect 2. Truly the hearts of men are full of feare You cannot reason almost with a man That lookes not heauily and full of dread 3. Before the dayes of Change still is it so By a diuine instinct mens mindes mistrust Pursuing danger as by proofe we see The Water swell before a boyst'rous storme But leaue it all to God Whither away 2 Marry we were sent for to the Iustices 3 And so was I I le beare you company Exeunt Scena Quarta Enter Arch-bishop yong Yorke the Queene and the Dutchesse Arch. Last night I heard they lay at Stony Stratford And at Northampton they do rest to night To morrow or next day they will be heere Dut. I long with all my heart to see the Prince I hope he is much growne since last I saw him Qu. But I heare no they say my sonne of Yorke Ha's almost ouertane him in his growth Yorke I Mother but I would not haue it so Dut. Why my good Cosin it is good to grow Yor. Grandam one night as we did sit at Supper My Vnkle Riuers talk'd how I did grow More then my Brother I quoth my Vnkle Glouster Small Herbes haue grace great Weeds do grow apace And since me thinkes I would not grow so fast Because sweet Flowres are slow and Weeds make hast Dut. Good faith good faith the saying did not hold In him that did obiect the same to thee He was the wretched'st thing when he was yong So long a growing and so leysurely That if his rule were true he should be gracious Yor. And so no doubt he is my gracious Madam Dut. I hope he is but yet let Mothers doubt Yor. Now by my troth if I had beene remembred I could haue giuen my Vnkles Grace a flout To touch his growth neerer then he toucht mine Dut. How my yong Yorke I prythee let me heare it Yor. Marry they say my Vnkle grew so fast That he could gnaw a crust at two houres old 'T was full two yeares ere I could get a tooth Grandam this would haue beene a byting Iest Dut. I prythee pretty Yorke who told thee this Yor. Grandam his Nursse Dut. His Nurse why she was dead ere y u wast borne Yor. If 't were not she I cannot tell who told me Qu. A parlous Boy go too you are too shrew'd Dut. Good Madam be not angry with the Childe Qu. Pitchers haue eares Enter a Messenger Arch. Heere comes a Messenger What Newes Mes Such newes my Lord as greeues me to report Qu. How doth the Prince Mes Well Madam and in health Dut. What is thy Newes Mess Lord Riuers and Lord Grey Are sent to Pomfret and with them Sir Thomas Vaughan Prisoners Dut. Who hath committed them Mes The mighty Dukes Glouster and Buckingham Arch. For what offence Mes The summe of all I can I haue disclos'd Why or for
though vnfinish'd yet so Famous So excellent in Art and still so rising That Christendome shall euer speake his Vertue His Ouerthrow heap'd Happinesse vpon him For then and not till then he felt himselfe And found the Blessednesse of being little And to adde greater Honors to his Age Then man could giue him he dy'de fearing God Kath. After my death I wish no other Herald No other speaker of my liuing Actions To keepe mine Honor from Corruption But such an honest Chronicler as Griffith Whom I most hated Liuing thou hast made mee With thy Religious Truth and Modestie Now in his Ashes Honor Peace be with him Patience be neere me still and set me lower I haue not long to trouble thee Good Griffith Cause the Musitians play me that sad note I nam'd my Knell whil'st I sit meditating On that Coelestiall Harmony I go too Sad and solemne Musicke Grif. She is asleep Good wench let 's sit down quiet For feare we wake her Softly gentle Patience The Vision Enter solemnely tripping one after another sixe Personages clad in white Robes wearing on their heades Garlands of Bayes and golden Vizards on their faces Branches of Bayes or Palme in their hands They first Conge vnto her then Dance and at certaine Changes the first two hold a spare Garland ouer her Head at which the other foure make reuerend Curtsies Then the two that held the Garland deliuer the same to the other next two who obserue the same order in their Changes and holding the Garland ouer her head Which done they deliuer the same Garland to the last tâ—o who likewise obserue the same Order At which as it were by inspiration she makes in her sleepe signes of reioycing and holdeth vp her hands to heauen And so in their Dancing vanish carryâ— the Garland with them The Musicke continues Kath. Spirits of peace where are ye Are ye all gone And leaue me heere in wretchednesse behinde ye Grif. Madam we are heere Kath. It is not you I call for Saw ye none enter since I slept Grif. None Madam Kath. No Saw you not euen now a blessed Troope Inuite me to a Banquet whose bright faces Cast thousand beames vpon me like the Sun They promis'd me eternall Happinesse And brought me Garlands Griffith which I feele I am not worthy yet to weare I shall assuredly Grif. I am most ioyfull Madam such good dreames Possesse your Fancy Kath. Bid the Musicke leaue They are harsh and heauy to me Musicke ceases Pati Do you note How much her Grace is alter'd on the sodaine How long her face is drawne How pale she lookes And of an earthy cold Marke her eyes Grif. She is going Wench Pray pray Pati Heauen comfort her Enter a Messenger Mes And 't like your Grace Kath. You are a sawcy Fellow Deserue we no more Reuerence Grif. You are too blame Knowing she will not loose her wonted Greatnesse To vse so rude behauiour Go too kneele Mes I humbly do entreat your Highnesse pardon My hast made me vnmannerly There is staying A Gentleman sent from the King to see you Kath. Admit him entrance Griffith But this Fellow Let me ne're see againe Exit Messeng Enter Lord Capuchius If my sight faile not You should be Lord Ambassador from the Emperor My Royall Nephew and your name Capuchius Cap. Madam the same Your Seruant Kath. O my Lord The Times and Titles now are alter'd strangely With me since first you knew me But I pray you What is your pleasure with me Cap. Noble Lady First mine owne seruice to your Grace the next The Kings request that I would visit you Who greeues much for your weaknesse and by me Sends you his Princely Commendations And heartily entreats you take good comfort Kath. O my good Lord that comfort comes too late 'T is like a Pardon after Execution That gentle Physicke giuen in time had cur'd me But now I am past all Comforts heere but Prayers How does his Highnesse Cap. Madam in good health Kath. So may he euer do and euer flourish When I shall dwell with Wormes and my poore name Banish'd the Kingdome Patience is that Letter I caus'd you write yet sent away Pat. No Madam Kath. Sir I most humbly pray you to deliuer This to my Lord the King Cap. Most willing Madam Kath. In which I haue commended to his goodnesse The Modell of our chaste loues his yong daughter The dewes of Heauen fall thicke in Blessings on her Beseeching him to giue her vertuous breeding She is yong and of a Noble modest Nature I hope she will deserue well and a little To loue her for her Mothers sake that lou'd him Heauen knowes how deerely My next poore Petition Is that his Noble Grace would haue some pittie Vpon my wretched women that so long Haue follow'd both my Fortunes faithfully Of which there is not one I dare auow And now I should not lye but will deserue For Vertue and true Beautie of the Soule For honestie and decent Carriage A right good Husband let him be a Noble And sure those men are happy that shall haue ' em The last is for my men they are the poorest But pouerty could neuer draw 'em from me That they may haue their wages duly paid 'em And something ouer to remember me by If Heauen had pleas'd to haue giuen me longer life And able meanes we had not parted thus These are the whole Contents and good my Lord By that you loue the deerest in this world As you wish Christian peace to soules departed Stand these poore peoples Friend and vrge the King To do me this last right Cap. By Heauen I will Or let me loose the fashion of a man Kath. I thanke you honest Lord. Remember me In all humilitie vnto his Highnesse Say his long trouble now is passing Out of this world Tell him in death I blest him For so I will mine eyes grow dimme Farewell My Lord. Griffith farewell Nay Patience Vou must not leaue me yet I must to bed Call in more women When I am dead good Wench Let me be vs'd with Honor strew me ouer With Maiden Flowers that all the world may know I was a chaste Wife to my Graue Embalme me Then lay me forth although vnqueen'd yet like A Queene and Daughter to a King enterre me I can no more Exeunt leading Katherine Actus Quintus Scena Prima Enter Gardiner Bishop of Winchester a Page with a Torch before him met by Sir Thomas Louell Gard. It 's one a clocke Boy is' t not Boy It hath strooke Gard. These should be houres for necessities Not for delights Times to repayre our Nature With comforting repose and not for vs To waste these times Good houre of night Sir Thomas Whether so late Lou. Came you from the King my Lord Gar. I did Sir Thomas and left him at Primero With the Duke of Suffolke Lou. I must to him too Before he go to bed I le take my leaue Gard. Not yet Sir
yet distinctly raunges In heapes and piles of Ruine Scici This deserues Death Brut. Or let vs stand to our Authoritie Or let vs lose it we doe here pronounce Vpon the part o' th' People in whose power We were elected theirs Martius is worthy Of present Death Scici Therefore lay hold of him Beare him toth ' Rock Tarpeian and from thence Into destruction cast him Brut. Aediles seize him All Ple. Yeeld Martius yeeld Mene. Heare me one word ' beseech you Tribunes heare me but a word Aediles Peace peace Mene. Be that you seeme truly your Countries friend And tempâ—rately proceed to what you would Thus violently redresse Brut. Sir those cold wayes That seeme like prudent helpes are very poysonous Where the Disease is violent Lay hands vpon him And beare him to the Rock Corio drawes his Sword Corio No I le die here There 's some among you haue beheld me fighting Come trie vpon your selues what you haue seene me Mene. Downe with that Sword Tribunes withdraw a while Brut. Lay hands vpon him Mene. Helpe Martius helpe you that be noble helpe him young and old All. Downe with him downe with him Exeunt In this Mutinie the Tribunes the Aediles and the People are beat in Mene. Goe get you to our House be gone away All will be naught else 2. Sena Get you gone Com. Stand fast we haue as many friends as enemies Mene. Shall it be put to that Sena The Gods forbid I prythee noble friend home to thy House Leaue vs to cure this Cause Mene. For 't is a Sore vpon vs You cannot Tent your selfe be gone ' beseech you Corio Come Sir along with vs. Mene. I would they were Barbarians as they are Though in Rome litter'd not Romans as they are not Though calued i' th' Porch o' th' Capitoll Be gone put not your worthy Rage into your Tongue One time will owe another Corio On faire ground I could beat fortie of them Mene. I could my selfe take vp a Brace o' th' best of them yea the two Tribunes Com. But now 't is oddes beyond Arithmetick And Manhood is call'd Foolerie when it stands Against a falling Fabrick Will you hence Before the Tagge returne whose Rage doth rend Like interrupted Waters and o're-beare What they are vs'd to beare Mene. Pray you be gone I le trie whether my old Wit be in request With those that haue but little this must be patcht With Cloth of any Colour Com. Nay come away Exeunt Coriolanus and Cominius Patri This man ha's marr'd his fortune Mene. His nature is too noble for the World He would not flatter Neptune for his Trident Or Ioue for 's power to Thunder his Heart 's his Mouth What his Brest forges that his Tongue must vent And being angry does forget that euer He heard the Name of Death A Noise within Here 's goodly worke Patri I would they were a bed Mene. I would they were in Tyber What the vengeance could he not speake 'em faire Enter Brutus and Sicinius with the rabble againe Sicin Where is this Viper That would depopulate the city be euery man himself Mene. You worthy Tribunes Sicin He shall be throwne downe the Tarpeian rock With rigorous hands he hath resisted Law And therefore Law shall scorne him further Triall Then the seuerity of the publike Power Which he so sets at naught 1 Cit. He shall well know the Noble Tribunes are The peoples mouths and we their hands All. He shall sure out Mene. Sir sir Sicin Peace Me. Do not cry hauocke where you shold but hunt With modest warrant Sicin Sir how com'st that you haue holpe To make this rescue Mene. Heere me speake As I do know The Consuls worthinesse so can I name his Faults Sicin Consull what Consull Mene. The Consull Coriolanus Bru. He Consull All. No no no no no. Mene. If by the Tribunes leaue And yours good people I may be heard I would craue a word or two The which shall turne you to no further harme Then so much losse of time Sic. Speake breefely then For we are peremptory to dispatch This Viporous Traitor to eiect him hence Were but one danger and to keepe him heere Our certaine death therefore it is decreed He dyes to night Menen Now the good Gods forbid That our renowned Rome whose gratitude Towards her deserued Children is enroll'd In Ioues owne Booke like an vnnaturall Dam Should now eate vp her owne Sicin He 's a Disease that must be cut away Mene. Oh he 's a Limbe that ha's but a Disease Mortall to cut it off to cure it easie What ha's he done to Rome that 's worthy death Killing our Enemies the blood he hath lost Which I dare vouch is more then that he hath By many an Ounce he dropp'd it for his Country And what is left to loose it by his Countrey Were to vs all that doo 't and suffer it A brand to th' end a ' th World Sicin This is cleane kamme Brut. Meerely awry When he did loue his Country it honour'd him Menen The seruice of the foote Being once gangren'd is not then respected For what before it was Bru. Wee 'l heare no more Pursue him to his house and plucke him thence Least his infection being of catching nature Spred further Menen One word more one word This Tiger-footed-rage when it shall find The harme of vnskan'd swiftnesse will too late Tye Leaden pounds too 's heeles Proceed by Processe Least parties as he is belou'd breake out And sacke great Rome with Romanes Brut. If it were so Sicin What do ye talke Haue we not had a taste of his Obedience Our Ediles smot our selues resisted come Mene. Consider this He ha's bin bred i' th' Warres Since a could draw a Sword and is ill school'd In boulted Language Meale and Bran together He throwes without distinction Giue me leaue I le go to him and vndertake to bring him in peace Where he shall answer by a lawfull Forme In peace to his vtmost perill 1. Sen. Noble Tribunes It is the humane way the other course Will proue to bloody and the end of it Vnknowne to the Beginning Sic. Noble Menenius be you then as the peoples officer Masters lay downe your Weapons Bru. Go not home Sic. Meet on the Market place wee 'l attend you there Where if you bring not Martius wee 'l proceede In our first way Menen I le bring him to you Let me desire your company he must come Or what is worst will follow Sena Pray you let 's to him Exeunt Omnes Enter Coriolanus with Nobles Corio Let them pull all about mine eares present me Death on the Wheele or at wilde Horses heeles Or pile ten hilles on the Tarpeian Rocke That the precipitation might downe stretch Below the beame of sight yet will I still Be thus to them Enter Volumnia Noble You do the Nobler Corio I muse my Mother Do's not approue me further who was wont To call them Wollen Vassailes things created
please your Maiestie To hunt the Panther and the Hart with me With horne and Hound Wee le giue your Grace Bon iour Satur. Be it so Titus and Gramercy to Exeunt Actus Secunda Flourish Enter Aaron alone Aron Now climbeth Tamora Olympus toppe Safe out of Fortunes shot and sits aloft Secure of Thunders cracke or lightning flash Aduanc'd about pale enuies threatning reach As when the golden Sunne salutes the morne And hauing gilt the Ocean with his beames Gallops the Zodiacke in his glistering Coach And ouer-lookes the highest piering hills So Tamora Vpon her wit doth earthly honour waite And vertue stoopes and trembles at her frowne Then Aaron arme thy hart and fit thy thoughts To mount aloft with thy Emperiall Mistris And mount her pitch whom thou in ttiumph long Hast prisoner held fettred in amorous chaines And faster bound to Aarons charming eyes Then is Prometheus ti'de to Caucasus Away with slauish weedes and idle thoughts I will be bright and shine in Pearle and Gold To waite vpon this new made Empresse To waite said I To wanton with this Queene This Goddesse this Semorimis this Queene This Syren that will charme Romes Saturnine And see his shipwracke and his Common weales Hollo what storme is this Enter Chiron and Demetrius brauing Dem. Chiron thy yeres wants wit thy wit wants edge And manners to intru'd where I am grac'd And may for ought thou know'st affected be Chi. Demetrius thou doo'st ouer-weene in all And so in this to beare me downe with braues 'T is not the difference of a yeere or two Makes me lesse gracious or thee more fortunate I am as able and as fit as thou To serue and to deserue my Mistris grace And that my sword vpon thee shall approue And plead my passions for Lauinia's loue Aron Clubs clubs these louers will not keep the peace Dem. Why Boy although our mother vnaduised Gaue you a daunsing Rapier by your side Are you so desperate growne to threat your friends Goe too haue your Lath glued within your sheath Till you know better how to handle it Chi. Meane while sir with the little skill I haue Full well shalt thou perceiue how much I dare Deme. I Boy grow ye so braue They drawe Aron Why how now Lords So nere the Emperours Pallace dare you draw And maintaine such a quarrell openly Full well I wote the ground of all this grudge I would not for a million of Gold The cause were knowne to them it most concernes Nor would your noble mother for much more Be so dishonored in the Court of Rome For shame put vp Deme. Not I till I haue sheath'd My rapier in his bosome and withall Thrust these reprochfull speeches downe his throat That he hath breath'd in my dishonour heere Chi. For that I am prepar'd and full resolu'd Foule spoken Coward That thundrest with thy tongue And with thy weapon nothing dar'st performe Aron A way I say Now by the Gods that warlike Gothes adore This pretty brabble will vndoo vs all Why Lords and thinke you not how dangerous It is to set vpon a Princes right What is Lauinia then become so loose Or Bassianus so degenerate That for her loue such quarrels may be broacht Without controulement Iustice or reuenge Young Lords beware and should the Empresse know This discord ground the musicke would not please Chi. I care not I knew she and all the world I loue Lauinia more then all the world Demet. Youngling Learne thou to make some meaner choise Lauinia is thine elder brothers hope Aron Why are ye mad Or know ye not in Rome How furious and impatient they be And cannot brooke Competitors in loue I tell you Lords you doe but plot your deaths By this deuise Chi. Aaron a thousand deaths would I propose To atchieue her whom I do loue Aron To atcheive her how Deme. Why mak'st thou it so strange Shee is a woman therefore may be woo'd Shee is a woman therfore may be wonne Shee is Lauinia therefore must be lou'd What man more water glideth by the Mill Then wots the Miller of and easie it is Of a cut loafe to steale a shiue we know Though Bassianus be the Emperours brother Better then he haue worne Vulcans badge Aron I and as good as Saturnius may Deme. Then why should he dispaire that knowes to court it With words faire lookes and liberality What hast not thou full often strucke a Doe And borne her cleanly by the Keepers nose Aron Why then it seemes some certaine snatch or so Would serue your turnes Chi. I so the turne were serued Deme. Aaron thou hast hit it Aron Would you had hit it too Then should not we be tir'd with this adoo Why harke yee harke yee and are you such fooles To square for this Would it offend you then Chi. Faith not me Deme. Not me so I were one Aron For shame be friends ioyne for that you iar 'T is pollicie and stratageme must doe That you affect and so must you resolue That what you cannot as you would atcheiue You must perforce accomplish as you may Take this of me Lucrece was not more chast Then this Lauinia Bassianus loue A speedier course this lingring languishment Must we pursue and I haue found the path My Lords a solemne hunting is in hand There will the louely Roman Ladies troope The Forrest walkes are wide and spacious And many vnfrequented plots there are Fitted by kinde for rape and villaine Single you thither then this dainty Doe And strike her home by force if not by words This way or not at all stand you in hope Come come our Empresse with her sacred wit To villainie and vengance consecrate Will we acquaint with all that we intend And she shall file our engines with aduise That will not suffer you to square your selues But to your wishes height aduance you both The Emperours Court is like the house of Fame The pallace full of tongues of eyes of eares The Woods are ruthlesse dreadfull deafe and dull There speake and strike braue Boyes take your turnes There serue your lusts shadow'd from heauens eye And reuell in Lauinia's Treasurie Chi. Thy counsell Lad smells of no cowardise Deme. Sij fas aut nefas till I finde the streames To coole this heat a Charme to calme their fits Per Stigia per manes Vehor Exeunt Enter Titus Andronicus and his three sonnes making a noyse with hounds and hornes and Marcus Tit. The hunt is vp the morne is bright and gray The fields are fragrant and the Woods are greene Vncouple heere and let vs make a bay And wake the Emperour and his louely Bride And rouze the Prince and ring a hunters peale That all the Court may eccho with the noyse Sonnes let it be your charge as it is ours To attend the Emperours person carefully I haue bene troubled in my sleepe this night But dawning day new comfort hath inspir'd Winde Hornes Heere a cry of houndes and winde hornes
his vngratefull country done the like Boy And Vncle so will I and if I liue Ti. Come goe with me into mine Armorie Lucius I le fit thee and withall my boy Shall carry from me to the Empresse sonnes Presents that I intend to send them both Come come thou 'st do thy message wilt thou not Boy I with my dagger in their bosomes Grandsire Ti. No boy not so I le teach thee another course Lauinia come Marcus looke to my house Lucius and I le goe braue it at the Court I marry will we sir and wee le be waited on Exeunt Mar. O heauens Can you heare a good man grone And not relent or not compassion him Marcus attend him in his extasie That hath more scars of sorrow in his heart Then foe-mens markes vpon his batter'd shield But yet so iust that he will not reuenge Reuenge the heauens for old Andronicus Exit Enter Aron Chiron and Demetrius at one dore and at another dore young Lucius and another with a bundle of weapons and verses writ vpon them Chi. Demetrius heere 's the sonne of Lucius He hath some message to deliuer vs. Aron I some mad message from his mad Grandfather Boy My Lords with all the humblenesse I may I greete your honours from Andronicus And pray the Romane Gods confound you both Deme. Gramercie louely Lucius what 's the newes For villanie's markt with rape May it please you My Grandsire well aduis'd hath sent by me The goodliest weapons of his Armorie To gratifie your honourable youth The hope of Rome for so he bad me say And so I do and with his gifts present Your Lordships when euer you haue need You may be armed and appointed well And so I leaue you both like bloody villaines Exit Deme. What 's heere a scrole written round about Let 's see Integer vitae scelerisque purus non egit maury iaculis nec arcus Chi. O 't is a verse in Horace I know it well I read it in the Grammer long agoe Moore I iust a verse in Horace right you haue it Now what a thing it is to be an Asse Heer 's no sound iest the old man hath found their guilt And sends the weapons wrapt about with lines That wound beyond their feeling to the quick But were our witty Empresse well a foot She would applaud Andronicus conceit But let her rest in her vnrest a while And now young Lords wa' st not a happy starre Led vs to Rome strangers and more then so Captiues to be aduanced to this height It did me good before the Pallace gate To braue the Tribune in his brothers hearing Deme. But me more good to see so great a Lord Basely insinuate and send vs gifts Moore Had he not reason Lord Demetrius Did you not vse his daughter very friendly Deme. I would we had a thousand Romane Dames At such a bay by turne to serue our lust Chi. A charitable wish and full of loue Moore Heere lack 's but you mother for to say Amen Chi. And that would she for twenty thousand more Deme. Come let vs go and pray to all the Gods For our beloued mother in her paines Moore Pray to the deuils the gods haue giuen vs ouer Flourish Dem. Why do the Emperors trumpets flourish thus Chi. Belike for ioy the Emperour hath a sonne Deme. Soft who comes heere Enter Nurse with a blacke a Moore childe Nur. Good morrow Lords O tell me did you see Aaron the Moore Aron Well more or lesse or nere a whit at all Heere Aaron is and what with Aaron now Nurse Oh gentle Aaron we are all vndone Now helpe or woe betide thee euermore Aron Why what a catterwalling dost thou keepe What dost thou wrap and fumble in thine armes Nurse O that which I would hide from heauens eye Our Empresse shame and stately Romes disgrace She is deliuered Lords she is deliuered Aron To whom Nurse I meane she is brought a bed Aron Wel God giue her good rest What hath he sent her Nurse A deuill Aron Why then she is the Deuils Dam a ioyfull issue Nurse A ioylesse dismall blacke sorrowfull issue Heere is the babe as loathsome as a toad Among'st the fairest breeders of our clime The Empresse sends it thee thy stampe thy seale And bids thee christen it with thy daggers point Aron Out you whore is black so base a hue Sweet blowse you are a beautious blossome sure Deme. Villaine what hast thou done Aron That which thou canst not vndoe Chi. Thou hast vndone our mother Deme. And therein hellish dog thou hast vndone Woe to her chance and damn'd her loathed choyce Accur'st the off-spring of so foule a fiend Chi. It shall not liue Aron It shall not die Nurse Aaron it must the mother wils it so Aron What must it Nurse Then let no man but I Doe execution on my flesh and blood Deme. I le broach the Tadpole on my Rapiers point Nurse giue it me my sword shall soone dispatch it Aron Sooner this sword shall plough thy bowels vp Stay murtherous villaines will you kill your brother Now by the burning Tapers of the skie That sh'one so brightly when this Boy was got He dies vpon my Semitars sharpe point That touches this my first borne sonne and heire I tell you young-lings not Enceladus With all his threatning band of Typhons broode Nor great Alcides nor the God of warre Shall ceaze this prey out of his fathers hands What what ye sanguine shallow harted Boyes Ye white-limb'd walls ye Ale-house painted signes Cole-blacke is better then another hue In that it scornes to beare another hue For all the water in the Ocean Can neuer turne the Swans blacke legs to white Although she laue them hourely in the flood Tell the Empresse from me I am of age To keepe mine owne excuse it how she can Deme. Wilt thou betray thy noble mistris thus Aron My mistris is my mistris this my selfe The vigour and the picture of my youth This before all the world do I preferre This manger all the world will I keepe safe Or some of you shall smoake for it in Rome Deme. By this our mother is for euer sham'd Chi. Rome will despise her for this foule escape Nur. The Emperour in his rage will doome her death Chi. I blush to thinke vpon this ignominie Aron Why ther 's the priuiledge your beauty beares Fie trecherous hue that will betray with blushing The close enacts and counsels of the hart Heer 's a young Lad fram'd of another leere Looke how the blacke slaue smiles vpon the father As who should say old Lad I am thine owne He is your brother Lords sensibly fed Of that selfe blood that first gaue life to you And from that wombe where you imprisoned were He is infranchised and come to light Nay he is your brother by the surer side Although my seale be stamped in his face Nurse Aaron what shall I say vnto the Empresse Dem. Aduise thee Aaron
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
discourses I will answere it I am too bold 't is not to me she speakes Two of the fairest starres in all the Heauen Hauing some businesse do entreat her eyes To twinckle in their Spheres till they returne What if her eyes were there they in her head The brightnesse of her cheeke would shame those starres As day-light doth a Lampe her eye in heauen Would through the ayrie Region streame so bright That Birds would sing and thinke it were not night See how she leanes her cheeke vpon her hand O that I were a Gloue vpon that hand That I might touch that cheeke Iul. Ay me Rom. She speakes Oh speake againe bright Angell for thou art As glorious to this night being ore my head As is a winged messenger of heauen Vnto the white vpturned wondring eyes Of mortalls that fall backe to gaze on him When he bestrides the lazie puffing Cloudes And sailes vpon the bosome of the ayre Iul. O Romeo Romeo wherefore art thou Romeo Denie thy Father and refuse thy name Or if thou wilt not be but sworne my Loue And I le no longer be a Capulet Rom. Shall I heare more or shall I speake at this Iu. 'T is but thy name that is my Enemy Thou art thy selfe though not a Mountague What 's Mountague it is nor hand nor foote Nor arme nor face O be some other name Belonging to a man What in a names that which we call a Rose By any other word would smell as sweete So Romeo would were he not Romeo cal'd Retaine that deare perfection which he owes Without that title Romeo doffe thy name And for thy name which is no part of thee Take all my selfe Rom. I take thee at thy word Call me but Loue and I le be new baptiz'd Hence foorth I neuer will be Romeo Iuli. What man art thou that thus bescreen'd in night So stumblest on my counsell Rom. By a name I know not how to tell thee who I am My name deare Saint is hatefull to my selfe Because it is an Enemy to thee Had I it written I would teare the word Iuli. My eares haue yet not drunke a hundred words Of thy tongues vttering yet I know the sound Art thou not Romeo and a Montague Rom. Neither faire Maid if either thee dislike Iul. How cam'st thou hither Tell me and wherefore The Orchard walls are high and hard to climbe And the place death considering who thou art If any of my kinsmen find thee here Rom. With Loues light wings Did I ore-perch these Walls For stony limits cannot hold Loue out And what Loue can do that dares Loue attempt Therefore thy kinsmen are no stop to me Iul. If they do see thee they will murther thee Rom. Alacke there lies more perill in thine eye Then twenty of their Swords looke thou but sweete And I am proofe against their enmity Iul. I would not for the world they saw thee here Rom. I haue nights cloake to hide me from their eyes And but thou loue me let them finde me here My life were better ended by their hate Then death proroged wanting of thy Loue. Iul. By whose direction found'st thou out this place Rom. By Loue that first did promp me to enquire He lent me counsell and I lent him eyes I am no Pylot yet wert thou as far As that vast-shore-washet with the farthest Sea I should aduenture for such Marchandise Iul. Thou knowest the maske of night is on my face Else would a Maiden blush be paint my cheeke For that which thou hast heard me speake to night Faine would I dwell on forme faine faine denie What I haue spoke but farewell Complement Doest thou Loue I know thou wilt say I And I will take thy word yet if thou swear'st Thou maiest proue false at Louers periuries They say Ioue laught oh gentle Romeo If thou dost Loue pronounce it faithfully Or if thou thinkest I am too quickly wonne I le frowne and be peruerse and say thee nay So thou wilt wooe But else not for the world In truth saire Mountague I am too fond And therefore thou maiest thinke my behauiour light But trust me Gentleman I le proue more true Then those that haue coying to be strange I should haue beene more strange I must confesse But that thou ouer heard'st ere I was ware My true Loues passion therefore pardon me And not impute this yeelding to light Loue Which the darke night hath so discouered Rom. Lady by yonder Moone I vow That tips with siluer all these Fruite â—ree tops Iul. O sweare not by the Moone th' inconstant Moone That monethly changes in her circled Orbe Least that thy Loue proue likewise variable Rom. What shall I sweare by Iul. Do not sweare at all Or if thou wilt sweare by thy gratious selfe Which is the God of my Idolatry And I le beleeue thee Rom. If my hearts deare loue Iuli. Well do not sweare although I ioy in thee I haue no ioy of this contract to night It is too rash too vnaduis'd too sudden Too like the lightning which doth cease to be Ere one can say it lightens Sweete good night This bud of Loue by Summers ripening breath May proue a beautious Flower when next we meete Goodnight goodnight as sweete repose and rest Come to thy heart as that within my brest Rom. O wilt thou leaue me so vnsatisfied Iuli. What satisfaction can'st thou haue to night Ro. Th' exchange of thy Loues faithfull vow for mine Iul. I gaue thee mine before thou did'st request it And yet I would it were to giue againe Rom. Would'st thou withdraw it For what purpose Loue Iul. But to be franke and giue it thee againe And yet I wish but for the thing I haue My bounty is as boundlesse as the Sea My Loue as deepe the more I giue to thee The more I haue for both are Infinite I heare some noyse within deare Loue adue Cals within Anon good Nurse sweet Mountague be true Stay but a little I will come againe Rom. O blessed blessed night I am afear'd Being in night all this is but a dreame Too flattering sweet to be substantiall Iul. Three words deare Romeo And goodnight indeed If that thy bent of Loue be Honourable Thy purpose marriage send me word to morrow By one that I le procure to come to thee Where and what time thou wilt performe the right And all my Fortunes at thy foote I le lay And follow thee my Lord throughout the world Within Madam I come anon but if thou meanest not well I do beseech theee Within Madam By and by I come To cease thy strife and leaue me to my griefe To morrow will I send Rom. So thriue my soule Iu. A thousand times goodnight Exit Rome A thousand times the worse to want thy light Loue goes toward Loue as school-boyes froÌ„ thier books But Loue froÌ„ Loue towards schoole with heauie lookes Enter Iuliet agaaine Iul. Hist Romeo hist O for a Falkners voice To lure
not of Ornament They are but beggers that can count their worth But my true Loue is growne to such such excesse I cannot sum vp some of halfe my wealth Fri. Come come with me we will make short worke For by your leaues you shall not stay alone Till holy Church incorporate two in one Enter Mercutio Benuolio and men Ben. I pray thee good Mercutio le ts retire The day is hot the Capulets abroad And if we meet we shal not scape a brawle for now these hot dayes is the mad blood stirring Mer. Thou art like one of these fellowes that when he enters the confines of a Tauerne claps me his Sword vpon the Table and sayes God send me no need of thee and by the operation of the second cup draweâ— him on the Drawer when indeed there is no need Ben. Am I like such a Fellow Mer. Come come thou art as hot a Iacke in thy mood as any in Italie and assoone moued to be moodie and assoone moodie to be mou'd Ben. And what too Mer. Nay and there were two such we should haue none shortly for one would kill the other thou why thou wilt quarrell with a man that hath a haire more or a haire lesse in his beard then thou hast thou wilt quarrell with a man for cracking Nuts hauing no other reason but because thou hast hasell eyes what eye but such an eye would spie out such a quarrell thy head is as full of quarrels as an egge is full of meat and yet thy head hath bin beaten as addle as an egge for quarreling thou hast quarrel'd with a man for coffing in the street because he hath wakened thy Dog that hath laine asleepe in the Sun Did'st thou not fall out with a Tailor for wearing his new Doublet before Easter with another for tying his new shooes with old Riband and yet thou wilt Tutor me from quarrelling Ben. And I were so apt to quarell as thou art any man should buy the Fee-simple of my life for an houre and a quarter Mer. The Fee-simple O simple Enter Tybalt Petruchio and others Ben. By my head here comes the Capulets Mer. By my heele I care not Tyb Follow me close for I will speake to them Gentlemen Good den a word with one of you Mer. And but one word with one of vs couple it with something make it a word and a blow Tib. You shall find me apt inough to that sir and you will giue me occasion Mercu. Could you not take some occasion without giuing Tib. Mercutio thou consort'st with Romeo Mer. Consort what dost thou make vs Minstrels thou make Minstrels of vs looke to heare nothing but discords heere 's my fiddlesticke heere 's that shall make you daunce Come consort Ben. We talke here in the publike haunt of men Either withdraw vnto some priuate place Or reason coldly of your greeuances Or else depart here all eies gaze on vs. Mer. Mens eyes were made to looke and let them gaze I will not budge for no mans pleasure I. Enter Romeo Tib. Well peace be with you sir here comes my man Mer. But I le be hang'd sir if he weare your Liuery Marry go before to field hee le be your follower Your worship in that sense may call him man Tib. Romeo the loue I beare thee can affoord No better terme then this Thou art a Villaine Rom. Tibalt the reason that I haue to loue thee Doth much excuse the appertaining rage To such a greeting Villaine am I none Therefore farewell I see thou know'st me not Tib. Boy this shall not excuse the iniuries That thou hast done me therefore turne and draw Rom. I do protest I neuer iniur'd thee But lou'd thee better then thou can'st deuise Till thou shalt know the reason of my loue And so good Capulet which name I tender As dearely as my owne be satisfied Mer. O calme dishonourable vile submission Alla stucatho carries it away Tybalt you Rat-catcher will you walke Tib. What woulds thou haue with me Mer. Good King of Cats nothing but one of your nine liues that I meane to make bold withall and as you shall vse me hereafter dry beate the rest of the eight Will you pluck your Sword out of his Pilcher by the eares Make hast least mine be about your eares ere it be out Tib. I am for you Rom. Gentle Mercutio put thy Rapier vp Mer. Come sir your Passado Rom. Draw Benuolio beat downe their weapons Gentlemen for shame forbeare this outrage Tibalt Mercutio the Prince expresly hath Forbidden bandying in Verona streetes Hold Tybalt good Mercutio Exit Tybalt Mer. I am hurt A plague a both the Houses I am sped Is he gone and hath nothing Ben. What art thou hurt Mer. I I a scratch a scratch marry 't is inough Where is my Page go Villaine fetch a Surgeon Rom. Courage man the hurt cannot be much Mer. No 't is not so deepe as a well nor so wide as a Church doore but 't is inough 't will serue aske for me to morrow and you shall find me a graue man I am pepper'd I warrant for this world a plague a both your houses What a Dog a Rat a Mouse a Cat to scratch a man to death a Braggart a Rogue a Villaine that fights by the booke of Arithmeticke why the deu'le came you betweene vs I was hurt vnder your arme Rom. I thought all for the best Mer. Helpe me into some house Benuolio Or I shall faint a plague a both your houses They haue made wormes meat of me I haue it and soundly to your Houses Exit Rom. This Gentleman the Princes neere Alie My very Friend hath got his mortall hurt In my behalfe my reputation stain'd With Tibalts slaunder Tybalt that an houre Hath beene my Cozin O Sweet Iuliet Thy Beauty hath made me Effeminate And in my temper softned Valours steele Enter Benuolio Ben. O Romeo Romeo braue Mercutio's is dead That Gallant spirit hath aspir'd the Cloudes Which too vntimely here did scorne the earth Rom. This daies blacke Fate on mo daies doth depend This but begins the wo others must end Enter Tybalt Ben. Here comes the Furious Tybalt backe againe Rom. He gon in triumph and Mercutio slaine Away to heauen respectiue Lenitie And fire and Fury be my conduct now Now Tybalt take the Villaine backe againe That late thou gau'st me for Mercutios soule Is but a little way aboue our heads Staying for thine to keepe him companie Either thou or I or both must goe with him Tib. Thou wretched Boy that didst consort him here Shalt with him hence Rom. This shall determine that They fight Tybalt falles Ben. Romeo away be gone The Citizens are vp and Tybalt slaine Stand not amaz'd the Prince will Doome thee death If thou art taken hence be gone away Rom. O! I am Fortunes foole Ben. Why dost thou stay Exit Romeo Enter Citizens Citi. Which way ran he that kild Mercutio Tibalt that Murtherer which way ran
sit For 't is a throane where Honour may be Grown'd Sole Monarch of the vniuersall earth O what a beast was I to chide him Nur. Will you speake well of him That kil'd your Cozen Iul. Shall I speake ill of him that is my husband Ah poore my Lord what tongue shall smooth thy name When I thy three houres wife haue mangled it But wherefore Villaine did'st thou kill my Cozin That Villaine Cozin would haue kil'd my husband Backe foolish teares backe to your natiue spring Your tributarie drops belong to woe Which you mistaking offer vp to ioy My husband liues that Tibalt would haue slaine And Tibalt dead that would haue slaine my husband All this is comfort wherefore weepe I then Some words there was worser then Tybalts death That murdered me I would forget it feine But oh it presses to my memory Like damned guilty deedes to sinners minds Tybalt is dead and Romeo banished That banished that one word banished Hath slaine ten thousand Tibalts Tibalts death Was woe inough if it had ended there Or if sower woe delights in fellowship And needly will be rankt with other griefes Why followed not when she said Tibalts dead Thy Father or thy Mother nay or both Which moderne lamentation might haue mou'd But which a rere-ward following Tybalts death Romeo is banished to speake that word Is Father Mother Tybalt Romeo Iuliet All slaine all dead Romeo is banished There is no end no limit measure bound In that words death no words can that woe sound Where is my Father and my Mother Nurse Nur. Weeping and wailing ouer Tybalts Coarse Will you go to them I will bring you thither Iu. Wash they his wounds with tears mine shal be spent When theirs are drie for Romeo's banishment Take vp those Cordes poore ropes you are beguil'd Both you and I for Romeo is exild He made you for a high-way to my bed But I a Maid die Maiden widowed Come Cord come Nurse I le to my wedding bed And death not Romeo take my Maiden head Nur. Hie to your Chamber I le find Romeo To comfort you I wot well where he is Harke ye your Romeo will be heere at night I le to him he is hid at Lawrence Cell Iul. O find him giue this Ring to my true Knight And bid him come to take his last farewell Exit Enter Frier and Romeo Fri. Romeo come forth Come forth thou fearfull man Affliction is enamor'd of thy parts And thou art wedded to calamitie Rom. Father what newes What is the Princes Doome What sorrow craues acquaintance at my hand That I yet know not Fri. Too familiar Is my deare Sonne with such sowre Company I bring thee tydings of the Princes Doome Rom. What lesse then Doomesday Is the Princes Doome Fri. A gentler iudgement vanisht from his lips Not bodies death but bodies banishment Rom. Ha banishment be mercifull say death For exile hath more terror in his looke Much more then death do not say banishment Fri. Here from Verona art thou banished Be patient for the world is broad and wide Rom. There is no world without Verona walles But Purgatorie Torture hell it selfe Hence banished is banisht from the world And worlds exile is death Then banished Is death mistearm'd calling death banished Thou cut'st my head off with a golden Axe And smilest vpon the stroke that murders me Fri. O deadly sin O rude vnthankefulnesse Thy falt our Law calles death but the kind Prince Taking thy part hath rusht aside the Law And turn'd that blacke word death to banishment This is deare mercy and thou seest it not Rom. 'T is Torture and not mercy heauen is here Where Iuliet liues and euery Cat and Dog And little Mouse euery vnworthy thing Liue here in Heauen and may looke on her But Romeo may not More Validitie More Honourable state more Courtship liues In carrion Flies then Romeo they may seaze On the white wonder of deare Iuliets hand And steale immortall blessing from her lips Who euen in pure and vestall modestie Still blush as thinking their owne kisses sin This may Flies doe when I from this must flie And saist thou yet that exile is not death But Romeo may not hee is banished Had'st thou no poyson mixt no sharpe ground knife No sudden meane of death though nere so meane But banished to kill me Banished O Frier the damned vse that word in hell Howlings attends it how hast thou the hart Being a Diuine a Ghostly Confessor A Sin-Absoluer and my Friend profest To mangle me with that word banished Fri. Then fond Mad man heare me speake Rom. O thou wilt speake againe of banishment Fri. I le giue thee Armour to keepe off that word Aduersities sweete milke Philosophie To comfort thee though thou art banished Rom. Yet banished hang vp Philosophie Vnlesse Philosohpie can make a Iuliet Displant a Towne reuerse a Princes Doome It helpes not it preuailes not talke no more Fri. O then I see that Mad men haue no eares Rom. How should they When wisemen haue no eyes Fri. Let me dispaire with thee of thy estate Rom. Thou can'st not speake of that y u dost not feele Wert thou as young as Iuliet my Loue An houre but married Tybalt murdered Doting like me and like me banished Then mightest thou speake Then mightest thou teare thy hayre And fall vpon the ground as I doe now Taking the measure of an vnmade graue Enter Nurse and knockes Frier Arise one knockes Good Romeo hide thy selfe Rom. Not I Vnlesse the breath of Hartsicke groanes Mist-like infold me from the search of eyes Knocke Fri. Harke how they knocke Who 's there Romeo arise Thou wilt be taken stay a while stand vp Knocke. Run to my study by and by Gods will What simplenesse is this I come I come Knocke. Who knocks so hard Whence come you what 's your will Enter Nurse Nur. Let me come in And you shall know my errand I come from Lady Iuliet Fri. Welcome then Nur. O holy Frier O tell me holy Frier Where 's my Ladies Lord where 's Romeo Fri. There on the ground With his owne teares made drunke Nur. O he is euen in my Mistresse case Iust in her case O wofull simpathy Pittious predicament euen so lies she Blubbring and weeping weeping and blubbring Stand vp stand vp stand and you be a man For Iuliets sake for her sake rise and stand Why should you fall into so deepe an O. Rom. Nurse Nur. Ah sir ah sir deaths the end of all Rom. Speak'st thou of Iuliet how is it with her Doth not she thinke me an old Murtherer Now I haue stain'd the Childhood of our ioy With blood remoued but little from her owne Where is she and how doth she and what sayes My conceal'd Lady to our conceal'd Loue Nur. Oh she sayes nothing sir but weeps and weeps And now fals on her bed and then starts vp And Tybalt calls and then on Romeo cries And then downe falls againe Ro. As if
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
art aliue I swoond to see thee Ape Would thou would'st burst Tim. Away thou tedious Rogue I am sorry I shall lose a stone by thee Ape Beast Tim. Slaue Ape Toad Tim. Rogue Rogue Rogue I am sicke of this false world and will loue nought But euen the meere necessities vpon 't Then Timon presently prepare thy graue Lye where the light Fome of the Sea may beate Thy graue stone dayly make thine Epitaph That death in me at others liues may laugh O thou sweete King-killer and deare diuorce Twixt naturall Sunne and fire thou bright defilet of Himens purest bed thou valiant Mars Thou euer yong fresh loued and delicate wooer Whose blush doth thawe the consecrated Snow That lyes on Dians lap Thou visible God That souldrest close Impossibilities And mak'st them kisse that speak'st with euerie Tongue To euerie purpose O thou touch of hearts Thinke thy slaue-man rebels and by thy vertue Set them into confounding oddes that Beasts May haue the world in Empire Ape Would 't were so But not till I am dead I le say th' hast Gold Thou wilt be throng'd too shortly Tim. Throng'd too Ape I. Tim. Thy backe I prythee Ape Liue and loue thy misery Tim. Long liue so and so dye I am quit Ape Mo things like men Eate Timon and abhorre then Exit Apeman Enter the Bandetti 1 Where should he haue this Gold It is some poore Fragment some slender Ort of his remainder the meere want of Gold and the falling from of his Friendes droue him into this Melancholly 2 It is nois'd He hath a masse of Treasure 3 Let vs make the assay vpon him if he care not for 't he will supply vs easily if he couetously reserue it how shall 's get it 2 True for he beares it not about him 'T is hid 1 Is not this hee All. Where 2 'T is his description 3 He I know him All. Saue thee Timon Tim. Now Theeues All. Soldiers not Theeues Tim. Both too and womens Sonnes All. We are not Theeues but men That much do want Tim. Your greatest want is you want much of meat Why should you want Behold the Earth hath Rootes Within this Mile breake forth a hundred Springs The Oakes beare Mast the Briars Scarlet Heps The bounteous Huswife Nature on each bush Layes her full Messe before you Want why Want 1 We cannot liue on Grasse on Berries Water As Beasts and Birds and Fishes Ti. Nor on the Beasts themselues the Birds Fishes You must eate men Yet thankes I must you con That you are Theeues profest that you worke not In holier shapes For there is boundlesse Theft In limited Professions Rascall Theeues Heere 's Gold Go sucke the subtle blood o' th' Grape Till the high Feauor seeth your blood to froth And so scape hanging Trust not the Physitian His Antidotes are poyson and he slayes Moe then you Rob Take wealth and liues together Do Villaine do since you protest to doo 't Like Workemen I le example you with Theeuery The Sunnes a Theefe and with his great attraction Robbes the vaste Sea The Moones an arrant Theefe And her pale fire she snatches from the Sunne The Seaâ— a Theefe whose liquid Surge resolues The Moone into Salt teares The Earth's a Theefe That feeds and breeds by a composture stolne From gen'rall excrement each thing 's a Theefe The Lawes your curbe and whip in their rough power Ha's vncheck'd Theft Loue not your selues away Rob one another there 's more Gold cut throates All that you meete are Theeues to Athens go Breake open shoppes nothing can you steale But Theeues do loose it steale lesse for this I giue you And Gold confound you howsoere Amen 3 Has almost charm'd me from my Profession by perswading me to it 1 'T is in the malice of mankinde that he thus aduises vs not to haue vs thriue in our mystery 2 I le beleeue him as an Enemy And giue ouer my Trade 1 Let vs first see peace in Athens there is no time so miserable but a man may be true Exit Theeues Enter the Steward to Timon Stew. Oh you Gods Is yon'd despis'd and ruinous man my Lord Full of decay and fayling Oh Monument And wonder of good deeds euilly bestow'd What an alteration of Honor has desp'rate want made What vilder thing vpon the earth then Friends Who can bring Noblest mindes to basest ends How rarely does it meete with this times guise When man was wisht to loue his Enemies Grant I may euer loue and rather woo Those that would mischeefe me then those that doo Has caught me in his eye I will present my honest griefe vnto him and as my Lord still serue him with my life My deerest Master Tim. Away what art thou Stew. Haue you forgot me Sir Tim. Why dost aske that I haue forgot all men Then if thou grunt'st th' art a man I haue forgot thee Stew. An honest poore seruant of yours Tim. Then I know thee not I neuer had honest man about me I all I kept were Knaues to serue in meate to Villaines Stew. The Gods are witnesse Neu'r did poore Steward weare a truer greefe For his vndone Lord then mine eyes for you Tim. What dost thou weepe Come neerer then I loue thee Because thou art a woman and disclaim'st Flinty mankinde whose eyes do neuer giue But thorow Lust and Laughter pittie 's sleeping Strange times y t weepe with laughing not with weeping Stew. I begge of you to know me good my Lord T' accept my greefe and whil'st this poore wealth lasts To entertaine me as your Steward still Tim. Had I a Steward So true so iust and now so comfortable It almost turnes my dangerous Nature wilde Let me behold thy face Surely this man Was borne of woman Forgiue my generall and exceptlesse rashnesse You perpetuall sober Gods I do proclaime One honest man Mistake me not but one No more I pray and hee 's a Steward How faine would I haue hated all mankinde And thou redeem'st thy selfe But all saue thee I fell with Curses Me thinkes thou art more honest now then wise For by oppressing and betraying mee Thou might'st haue sooner got another Seruice For many so arriue at second Masters Vpon their first Lords necke But tell me true For I must euer doubt though ne're so sure Is not thy kindnesse subtle couetous If not a Vsuring kindnesse and as rich men deale Guifts Expecting in returne twenty for one Stew. No my most worthy Master in whose brest Doubt and suspect alas are plac'd too late You should haue fear'd false times when you did Feast Suspect still comes where an estate is least That which I shew Heauen knowes is meerely Loue Dutie and Zeale to your vnmatched minde Care of your Food and Liuing and beleeue it My most Honour'd Lord For any benefit that points to mee Either in hope or present I 'de exchange For this one wish that you had power and wealth To requite me by making rich your selfe Tim. Looke
I do good Portia go to bed Por. Is Brutus sicke And is it Physicall To walke vnbraced and sucke vp the humours Of the danke Morning What is Brutus sicke And will he steale out of his wholsome bed To dare the vile contagion of the Night And tempt the Rhewmy and vnpurged Ayre To adde vnto hit sicknesse No my Brutus You haue some sicke Offence within your minde Which by the Right and Vertue of my place I ought to know of And vpon my knees I charme you by my once commended Beauty By all your vowes of Loue and that great Vow Which did incorporate and make vs one That you vnfold to me your selfe your halfe Why you are heauy and what men to night Haue had resort to you for heere haue beene Some sixe or seuen who did hide their faces Euen from darknesse Bru. Kneele not gentle Portia Por. I should not neede if you were gentle Brutus Within tho Bond of Marriage tell me Brutus Is it excepted I should know no Secrets That appertaine to you Am I your Selfe But as it were in sort or limitation To keepe with you at Meales comfort your Bed And talke to you sometimes Dwell I but in the Suburbs Of your good pleasure If it be no more Portia is Brutus Harlot not his Wife Bru. You are my true and honourable Wife As deere to me as are the ruddy droppes That visit my sad heart Por. If this were true then should I know this secret I graunt I am a Woman but withall A Woman that Lord Brutus tooke to Wife I graunt I am a Woman but withall A Woman well reputed Cato's Daughter Thinke you I am no stronger then my Sex Being so Father'd and so Husbanded Tell me your Counsels I will not disclose 'em I haue made strong proofe of my Constancie Giuing my selfe a voluntary wound Heere in the Thigh Can I beare that with patience And not my Husbands Secrets Bru. O ye Gods Render me worthy of this Noble Wife Knocke. Harke harke one knockes Portia go in a while And by and by thy bosome shall partake The secrets of my Heart All my engagements I will construe to thee All the Charractery of my sad browes Leaue me with hast Exit Portia Enter Lucius and Ligarius Lucius who 's that knockes Luc. Heere is a sicke man that would speak with you Bru. Caius Ligarius that Metellus spake of Boy stand aside Caius Ligarius how Cai. Vouchsafe good morrow from a feeble tongue Bru. O what a time haue you chose out braue Caius To weare a Kerchiefe Would you were not sicke Cai. I am not sicke if Brutus haue in hand Any exploit worthy the name of Honor. Bru. Such an exploit haue I in hand Ligarius Had you a healthfull eare to heare of it Cai. By all the Gods that Romans bow before I heere discard my sicknesse Soule of Rome Braue Sonne deriu'd from Honourable Loines Thou like an Exorcist hast coniur'd vp My mortified Spirit Now bid me runne And I will striue with things impossible Yea get the better of them What 's to do Bru. A peece of worke That will make sicke men whole Cai. But are not some whole that we must make sicke Bru. That must we also What it is my Caius I shall vnfold to thee as we are going To whom it must be done Cai. Set on your foote And with a heart new-fir'd I follow you To do I know not what but it sufficeth That Brutus leads me on Thunder Bru. Follow me then Exeunt Thunder Lightning Enter Iulius Caesar in his Night-gowne Caesar Nor Heauen nor Earth Haue beene at peace to night Thrice hath Calphurnia in her sleepe cryed out Helpe ho They murther Caesar Who 's within Enter a Seruant Ser. My Lord. Caes Go bid the Priests do present Sacrifice And bring me their opinions of Successe Ser. I will my Lord. Exit Enter Calphurnia Cal. What mean you Caesar Think you to walk forth You shall not stirre out of your house to day Caes Caesar shall forth the things that threaten'd me Ne're look'd but on my backe When they shall see The face of Caesar they are vanished Calp. Caesar I neuer stood on Ceremonies Yet now they fright me There is one within Besides the things that we haue heard and seene Recounts most horrid sights seene by the Watch. A Lionnesse hath whelped in the streets And Graues haue yawn'd and yeelded vp their dead Fierce fiery Warriours fight vpon the Clouds In Rankes and Squadrons and right forme of Warre Which drizel'd blood vpon the Capitoll The noise of Battell hurtled in the Ayre Horsses do neigh and dying men did grone And Ghosts did shrieke and squeale about the streets O Caesar these things are beyond all vse And I do feare them Caes What can be auoyded Whose end is purpos'd by the mighty Gods Yet Caesar shall go sorth for these Predictions Are to the world in generall as to Caesar Calp. When Beggers dye there are no Comets seen The Heauens themselues blaze forth the death of Princes Caes Cowards dye many times before their deaths The valiant neuer taste of death but once Of all the Wonders that I yet haue heard It seemes to me most strange that men should feare Seeing that death a necessary end Will come when it will come Enter a Seruant What say the Augurers Ser. They would not haue you to stirre forth to day Plucking the intrailes of an Offering forth They could not finde a heart within the beast Caes The Gods do this in shame of Cowardice Caesar should be a Beast without a heart If he should stay at home to day sor feare No Caesar shall not Danger knowes full well That Caesar is more dangerous then he We heare two Lyons litter'd in one day And I the elder and more terrible And Caesar shall go foorth Calp. Alas my Lord Your wisedome is consum'd in confidence Do not go forth to day Call it my feare That keepes you in the house and not your owne Wee 'l send Mark Antony to the Senate house And he shall say you are not well to day Let me vpon my knee preuaile in this Caes Mark Antony shall say I am not well And for thy humor I will stay at home Enter Decius Heere 's Decius Brutus he shall tell them so Deci. Caesar all haile Good morrow worthy Caesar I come to fetch you to the Senate house Caes And you are come in very happy time To beare my greeting to the Senators And tell them that I will not come to day Cannot is false and that I dare not falser I will not come to day tell them so Decius Calp. Say he is sicke Caes Shall Caesar send a Lye Haue I in Conquest stretcht mine Arme so farre To be afear'd to tell Gray-beards the truth Decius go tell them Caesar will not come Deci. Most mighty Caesar let me know some cause Lest I be laught at when I tell them so Caes The cause is in my Will I will
Metellus Cimber let him go And presently preferre his suite to Caesar Bru. He is addrest presse neere and second him Cin. Caska you are the first that reares your hand Caes Are we all ready What is now amisse That Caesar and his Senate must redresse Metel Most high most mighty and most puisant Caesar Metellus Cymber throwes before thy Seate An humble heart Caes I must preuent thee Cymber These couchings and these lowly courtesies Might fire the blood of ordinary men And turne pre-Ordinance and first Decree Into the lane of Children Be not fond To thinke that Caesar beares such Rebell blood That will be thaw'd from the true quality With that which melteth Fooles I meane sweet words Low-crooked-curtsies and base Spaniell fawning Thy Brother by decree is banished If thou doest bend and pray and fawne for him I spurne thee like a Curre out of my way Know Caesar doth not wrong nor without cause Will he be satisfied Metel Is there no voyce more worthy then my owne To sound more sweetly in great Caesars eare For the repealing of my banish'd Brother Bru. I kisse thy hand but not in flattery Caesar Desiring thee that Publius Cymber may Haue an immediate freedome of repeale Caes What Brutus Cassi Pardon Caesar Caesar pardon As lowe as to thy foote doth Cassius fall To begge infranchisement for Publius Cymber Caes I could be well mou'd if I were as you If I could pray to mooue Prayers would mooue me But I am constant as the Northerne Starre Of whose true fixt and resting quality There is no fellow in the Firmament The Skies are painted with vnnumbred sparkes They are all Fire and euery one doth shine But there 's but one in all doth hold his place So in the World 'T is furnish'd well with Men And Men are Flesh and Blood and apprehensiue Yet in the number I do know but One That vnassayleable holds on his Ranke Vnshak'd of Motion and that I am he Let me a little shew it euen in this That I was constant Cymber should be banish'd And constant do remaine to keepe him so Cinna O Caesar Caes Hence Wilt thou lift vp Olympus Decius Great Caesar Caes Doth not Brutus bootlesse kneele Cask Speake hands for me They stab Caesar Caes Et Tu Brutè Then fall Caesar Dyes Cin. Liberty Freedome Tyranny is dead Run hence proclaime cry it about the Streets Cassi Some to the common Pulpits and cry out Liberty Freedome and Enfranchisement Bru. People and Senators be not affrighted Fly not stand still Ambitions debt is paid Cask Go to the Pulpit Brutus Dec. And Cassius too Bru. Where 's Publius Cin. Heere quite confounded with this mutiny Met. Stand fast together least some Friend of Caesars Should chance Bru. Talke not of standing Publius good cheere There is no harme intended to your person Nor to no Roman else so tell them Publius Cassi And leaue vs Publius least that the people Rushing on vs should do your Age some mischiefe Bru. Do so and let no man abide this deede But we the Doers Enter Trebonius Cassi Where is Antony Treb. Fled to his House amaz'd Men Wiues and Children stare cry out and run As it were Doomesday Bru. Fates we will know your pleasures That we shall dye we know 't is but the time And drawing dayes out that men stand vpon Cask Why he that cuts off twenty yeares of life Cuts off so many yeares of fearing death Bru. Grant that and then is Death a Benefit So are we Caesars Friends that haue abridg'd His time of fearing death Stoope Romans stoope And let vs bathe our hands in Caesars blood Vp to the Elbowes and besmeare our Swords Then walke we forth euen to the Market place And wauing our red Weapons o're our heads Let 's all cry Peace Freedome and Liberty Cassi Stoop then and wash How many Ages hence Shall this our lofty Scene be acted ouer In State vnborne and Accents yet vnknowne Bru. How many times shall Caesar bleed in sport That now on Pompeyes Basis lye along No worthier then the dust Cassi So oft as that shall be So often shall the knot of vs be call'd The Men that gaue their Country liberty Dec. What shall we forth Cassi I euery man away Brutus shall leade and we will grace his heeles With the most boldest and best hearts of Rome Enter a Seruant Bru. Soft who comes heere A friend of Antonies Ser. Thus Brutus did my Master bid me kneele Thus did Mark Antony bid me fall downe And being prostrate thus he bad me say Brutus is Noble Wise Valiant and Honest Caesar was Mighty Bold Royall and Louing Say I loue Brutus and I honour him Say I fear'd Caesar honour'd him and lou'd him If Brutus will vouchsafe that Antony May safely come to him and be resolu'd How Caesar hath deseru'd to lye in death Mark Antony shall not loue Caesar dead So well as Brutus liuing but will follow The Fortunes and Affayres of Noble Brutus Thorough the hazards of this vntrod State With all true Faith So sayes my Master Antony Bru. Thy Master is a Wise and Valiant Romane I neuer thought him worse Tell him so please him come vnto this place He shall be satisfied and by my Honor Depart vntouch'd Ser. I le fetch him presently Exit Seruant Bru. I know that we shall haue him well to Friend Cassi I wish we may But yet haue I a minde That feares him much and my misgiuing still Falles shrewdly to the purpose Enter Antony Bru. But heere comes Antony Welcome Mark Antony Ant. O mighty Caesar Dost thou lye so lowe Are all thy Conquests Glories Triumphes Spoiles Shrunke to this little Measure Fare thee well I know not Gentlemen what you intend Who else must be let blood who else is ranke If I my selfe there is no houre so fit As Caesars deaths houre nor no Instrument Of halfe that worth as those your Swords made rich With the most Noble blood of all this World I do beseech yee if you beare me hard Now whil'st your purpled hands do reeke and smoake Fulfill your pleasure Liue a thousand yeeres I shall not finde my selfe so apt to dye No place will please me so no meane of death As heere by Caesar and by you cut off The Choice and Master Spirits of this Age. Bru. O Antony Begge not your death of vs Though now we must appeare bloody and cruell As by our hands and this our present Acte You see we do Yet see you but our hands And this the bleeding businesse they haue doâ—e Our hearts you see not they are pittifull And pitty to the generall wrong of Rome As fire driues out fire so pitty pitty Hath done this deed on Caesar For your part To you our Swords haue leaden points Marke Antony Our Armes in strength of malice and our Hearts Of Brothers temper do receiue you in With all kinde loue good thoughts and reuerence Cassi Your voyce shall be as strong as any mans In the
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
my Father brands the Harlot Euen heere betweene the chaste vnsmirched brow Of my true Mother King What is the cause Laertes That thy Rebellion lookes so Gyant-like Let him go Gertrude Do not feare our person There 's such Diuinity doth hedge a King That Treason can but peepe to what it would Acts little of his will Tell me Laertes Why thou art thus Incenst Let him go Gertrude Speake man Laer. Where 's my Father King Dead Qu. But not by him King Let him demand his fill Laer. How came he dead I le not be Iuggel'd with To hell Allegeance Vowes to the blackest diuell Conscience and Grace to the profoundest Pit I dare Damnation to this point I stand That both the worlds I giue to negligence Let come what comes onely I le be reueng'd Most throughly for my Father King Who shall stay you Laer. My Will not all the world And for my meanes I le husband them so well They shall go farre with little King Good Laertes If you desire to know the certaintie Of your deere Fathers death if writ in your reuenge That Soop-stake you will draw both Friend and Foe Winner and Looser Laer. None but his Enemies King Will you know them then La. To his good Friends thus wide I le ope my Armes And like the kinde Life-rend'ring Politician Repast them with my blood King Why now you speake Like a good Childe and a true Gentleman That I am guiltlesse of your Fathers death And am most sensible in greefe for it It shall as leuell to your Iudgement pierce As day do's to your eye A noise within Let her come in Enter Ophelia Laer. How now what noise is that Oh heate drie vp my Braines teares seuen times salt Burne out the Sence and Vertue of mine eye By Heauen thy madnesse shall be payed by waight Till our Scale turnes the beame Oh Rose of May Deere Maid kinde Sister sweet Ophelia Oh Heauens is' t possible a yong Maids wits Should be as mortall as an old mans life Nature is fine in Loue and where 't is fine It sends some precious instance of it selfe After the thing it loues Ophe. They bore him bare fac'd on the Beer Hey non nony nony hey nony And on his graue raines many a teare Fare you well my Doue Laer. Had'st thou thy wits and did'st perswade Reuenge it could not moue thus Ophe. You must sing downe a-downe and you call him a-downe-a Oh how the wheele becomes it It is the false Steward that stole his masters daughter Laer. This nothings more then matter Ophe. There 's Rosemary that 's for Remembraunce Pray loue remember and there is Paconcies that 's for Thoughts Laer. A document in madnesse thoughts remembrance fitted Ophe. There 's Fennell for you and Columbines ther 's Rew for you and heere 's some for me Wee may call it Herbe-Grace a Sundaies Oh you must weare your Rew with a difference There 's a Daysie I would giue you some Violets but they wither'd all when my Father dyed They say he made a good end For bonny sweet Robin is all my ioy Laer. Thought and Affliction Passion Hell it selfe She turnes to Fauour and to prettinesse Ophe. And will he not come againe And will he not come againe No no he is dead go to thy Death-bed He neuer wil come againe His Beard as white as Snow All Flaxen was his Pole He is gone he is gone and we cast away mone Gramercy on his Soule And of all Christian Soules I pray God God buy ye Exeunt Ophelia Laer. Do you see this you Gods King Laertes I must common with your greefe Or you deny me right go but apart Make choice of whom your wisest Friends you will And they shall heare and iudge 'twixt you and me If by direct or by Colaterall hand They finde vs touch'd we will our Kingdome giue Our Crowne our Life and all that we call Ours To you in satisfaction But if not Be you content to lend your patience to vs And we shall ioyntly labour with your soule To giue it due content Laer. Let this be so His meanes of death his obscure buriall No Trophee Sword nor Hatchment o're his bones No Noble rite nor formall ostentation Cry to be heard as 't were from Heauen to Earth That I must call in question King So you shall And where th' offence is let the great Axe fall I pray you go with me Exeunt Enter Horatio with an Attendant Hora. What are they that would speake with me Ser. Saylors sir they say they haue Letters for you Hor. Let them come in I do not know from what part of the world I should be greeted if not from Lord Hamlet Enter Saylor Say God blesse you Sir Hor. Let him blesse thee too Say Hee shall Sir and 't please him There 's a Letter for you Sir It comes from th' Ambassadours that was bound for England if your name be Horatio as I am let to know it is Reads the Letter HOratio When thou shalt haue ouerlook'd this giue these Fellowes some meanes to the King They haue Letters for him Ere we were two dayes old at Sea a Pyrate of very Warlicke appointment gaue vs Chace Finding our selues too slow of Saile we put on a compelled Valour In the Grapple I boorded them On the instant they got cleare of our Shippe so I alone became their Prisoner They haue dealt with mee like Theeues of Mercy but they knew what they did I am to doe a good turne for them Let the King haue the Letters I haue sent and repaire thou to me with as much hast as thou wouldest flye death I haue words to speake in your eare will make thee-dumbe yet are they much too light for the bore of the Matter These good Fellowes will bring thee where I am Rosincrance and Guildensterne hold their course for England Of them I haue much to tell thee Farewell He that thou knowest thine Hamlet Come I will giue you way for these your Letters And do 't the speedier that you may direct me To him from whom you brought them Exit Enter King and Laertes King Now must your conscience my acquittance seal And you must put me in your heart for Friend Sith you haue heard and with a knowing eare That he which hath your Noble Father slaine Pursued my life Laer. It well appeares But tell me Why you proceeded not against these feates So crimefull and so Capitall in Nature As by your Safety Wisedome all things else You mainly were stirr'd vp King O for two speciall Reasons Which may to you perhaps seeme much vnsinnowed And yet to me they are strong The Queen his Mother Liues almost by his lookes and for my selfe My Vertue or my Plague be it either which She 's so coniunctiue to my life and soule That as the Starre moues not but in his Sphere I could not but by her The other Motiue Why to a publike count I might not go Is the great
my dying voyce So tell him with the occurrents more and lesse Which haue solicited The rest is silence O o o o Dyes Hora. Now cracke a Noble heart Goodnight sweet Prince And flights of Angels sing thee to thy rest Why do's the Drumme come hither Enter Fortinbras and English Ambassador with Drumme Colours and Attendants Fortin Where is this sight Hor. What is it ye would see If ought of woe or wonder cease your search For. His quarry cries on hauocke Oh proud death What feast is toward in thine eternall Cell That thou so many Princes at a shoote So bloodily hast strooke Amb. The sight is dismall And our affaires from England come too late The eares are senselesse that should giue vs hearing To tell him his command'ment is fulfill'd That Rosincrance and Guildensterne are dead Where should we haue our thankes Hor. Not from his mouth Had it th' abilitie of life to thanke you He neuer gaue command'ment for their death But since so iumpe vpon this bloodie question You from the Polake warres and you from England Are heere arriued Giue order that these bodies High on a stage be placed to the view And let me speake to th' yet vnknowing world How these things came about So shall you heare Of carnall bloudie and vnnaturall acts Of accidentall iudgements casuall slaughters Of death's put on by cunning and forc'd cause And in this vpshot purposes mistooke Falne on the Inuentors heads All this can I Truly deliuer For. Let vs hast to heare it And call the Noblest to the Audience For me with sorrow I embrace my Fortune I haue some Rites of memory in this Kingdome Which are ro claime my vantage doth Inuite me Hor. Of that I shall haue alwayes cause to speake And from his mouth Whose voyce will draw on more But let this same be presently perform'd Euen whiles mens mindes are wilde Lest more mischance On plots and errors happen For. Let foure Captaines Beare Hamlet like a Soldier to the Stage For he was likely had he beene put on To haue prou'd most royally And for his passage The Souldiours Musicke and the rites of Warre Speake lowdly for him Take vp the body Such a sight as this Becomes the Field but heere shewes much amis Go bid the Souldiers shoote Exeunt Marching after the which a Peale of Ordenance are shot off FINIS THE TRAGEDIE OF KING LEAR Actus Primus Scoena Prima Enter Kent Gloucester and Edmond Kent I Thought the King had more affected the Duke of Albany then Cornwall Glou. It did alwayes seeme so to vs But now in the diuision of the Kingdome it appeares not which of the Dukes hee valewes most for qualities are so weigh'd that curiosity in neither can make choise of eithers moity Kent Is not this your Son my Lord Glou. His breeding Sir hath bin at my charge I haue so often blush'd to acknowledge him that now I am braz'd too 't Kent I cannot conceiue you Glou. Sir this yong Fellowes mother could wherevpon she grew round womb'd and had indeede Sir a Sonne for her Cradle ere she had a husband for her bed Do you smell a fault Kent I cannot wish the fault vndone the issue of it being so proper Glou. But I haue a Sonne Sir by order of Law some yeere elder then this who yet is no deerer in my account though this Knaue came somthing sawcily to the world before he was sent for yet was his Mother fayre there was good sport at his making and the horson must be acknowledged Doe you know this Noble Gentleman Edmond Edm. No my Lord. Glou. My Lord of Kent Remember him heereafter as my Honourable Friend Edm. My seruices to your Lordship Kent I must loue you and sue to know you better Edm. Sir I shall study deseruing Glou. He hath bin out nine yeares and away he shall againe The King is comming Sennet Enter King Lear Cornwall Albany Gonerill Regan Cordelia and attendants Lear. Attend the Lords of France Burgundy Gloster Glou. I shall my Lord. Exit Lear. Meane time we shal expresse our darker purpose Giue me the Map there Know that we haue diuided In three our Kingdome and 't is our fast intent To shake all Cares and Businesse from our Age Conferring them on yonger strengths while we Vnburthen'd crawle toward death Our son of Cornwal And you our no lesse louing Sonne of Albany We haue this houre a constant will to publish Our daughters seuerall Dowers that future strife May be preuented now The Princes France Burgundy Great Riuals in our yongest daughters loue Long in our Court haue made their amorous soiourne And heere are to be answer'd Tell me my daughters Since now we will diuest vs both of Rule Interest of Territory Cares of State Which of you shall we say doth loue vs most That we our largest bountie may extend Where Nature doth with merit challenge Gonerill Our eldest borne speake first Gon. Sir I loue you more then word can weild y e matter Deerer then eye-sight space and libertie Beyond what can be valewed rich or rare No lesse then life with grace health beauty honor As much as Childe ere lou'd or Father found A loue that makes breath poore and speech vnable Beyond all manner of so much I loue you Cor. What shall Cordelia speake Loue and be silent Lear. Of all these bounds euen from this Line to this With shadowie Forrests and with Champains rich'd With plenteous Riuers and wide-skirted Meades We make thee Lady To thine and Albanies issues Be this perpetuall What sayes our second Daughter Our deerest Regan wife of Cornwall Reg. I am made of that selfe-mettle as my Sister And prize me at her worth In my true heart I finde she names my very deede of loue Onely she comes too short that I professe My selfe an enemy to all other ioyes Which the most precious square of sense professes And finde I am alone felicitate In your deere Highnesse loue Cor. Then poore Cordelia And yet not so since I am sure my loue 's More ponderous then my tongue Lear. To thee and thine hereditarie euer Remaine this ample third of our faire Kingdome No lesse in space validitie and pleasure Then that confeir'd on Gonerill Now our Ioy Although our last and least to whose yong loue The Vines of France and Milke of Burgundie Striue to be interest What can you say to draw A third more opilent then your Sisters speake Cor. Nothing my Lord. Lear. Nothing Cor. Nothing Lear. Nothing will come of nothing speake againe Cor. Vnhappie that I am I cannot heaue My heart into my mouth I loue your Maiesty According to my bond no more nor lesse Lear. How how Cordelia Mend your speech a little Least you may marre your Fortunes Cor. Good my Lord You haue begot me bred me lou'd me I returne those duties backe as are right fit Obey you Loue you and most Honour you Why haue my Sisters Husbands if they say They loue you
all Happily when I shall wed That Lord whose hand must take my plight shall carry Halfe my loue with him halfe my Care and Dutie Sure I shall neuer marry like my Sisters Lear. But goes thy heart with this Cor. I my good Lord. Lear. So young and so vntender Cor. So young my Lord and true Lear. Let it be so thy truth then be thy dowre For by the sacred radience of the Sunne The miseries of Heccat and the night By all the operation of the Orbes From whom we do exist and cease to be Heere I disclaime all my Paternall care Propinquity and property of blood And as a stranger to my heart and me Hold thee from this for euer The barbarous Scythian Or he that makes his generation messes To gorge his appetite shall to my bosome Be as well neighbour'd pittied and releeu'd As thou my sometime Daughter Kent Good my Liege Lear. Peace Kent Come not betweene the Dragon and his wrath I lou'd her most and thought to set my rest On her kind nursery Hence and avoid my sight So be my graue my peace as here I giue Her Fathers heart from her call France who stirres Call Burgundy Cornwall and Albanie With my two Daughters Dowres digest the third Let pride which she cals plainnesse marry her I doe inuest you ioyntly with my power Preheminence and all the large effects That troope with Maiesty Our selfe by Monthly course With reseruation of an hundred Knights By you to be sustain'd shall our abode Make with you by due turne onely we shall retaine The name and all th' addition to a King the Sway Reuennew Execution of the rest Beloued Sonnes be yours which to confirme This Coronet part betweene you Kent Royall Lear Whom I haue euer honor'd as my King Lou'd as my Father as my Master follow'd As my great Patron thought on in my praiers Le. The bow is bent drawne make from the shaft Kent Let it fall rather though the forke inuade The region of my heart be Kent vnmannerly When Lear is mad what wouldest thou do old man Think'st thou that dutie shall haue dread to speake When power to flattery bowes To plainnesse honour 's bound When Maiesty falls to folly reserue thy state And in thy best consideration checke This hideous rashnesse answere my life my iudgement Thy yongest Daughter do's not loue thee least Nor are those empty hearted whose low founds Reuerbe no hollownesse Lear. Kent on thy life no more Kent My life I neuer held but as pawne To wage against thine enemies nere feare to loose it Thy safety being motiue Lear. Out of my sight Kent See better Lear and let me still remaine The true blanke of thine eie Kear Now by Apollo Lent Now by Apollo King Thou swear st thy Gods in vaine Lear. O Vassall Miscreant Alb. Cor. Deare Sir forbeare Kent Kill thy Physition and thy see bestow Vpon the foule disease reuoke thy guift Or whil'st I can vent clamour from my throate I le tell thee thou dost euill Lea. Heare me recreant on thine allegeance heare me That thou hast sought to make vs breake our vowes Which we durst neuer yet and with strain'd pride To come betwixt our sentences and our power Which nor our nature nor our place can beare Our potencie made good take thy reward Fiue dayes we do allot thee for prouision To shield thee from disasters of the world And on the sixt to turne thy hated backe Vpon our kingdome if on the tenth day following Thy banisht trunke be found in our Dominions The moment is thy death away By Iupiter This shall not be reuok'd Kent Fare thee well King sith thus thou wilt appeare Freedome liues hence and banishment is here The Gods to their deere shelter take thee Maid That iustly think'st and hast most rightly said And your large speeches may your deeds approue That good effects may spring from words of loue Thus Kent O Princes bids you all adew Hee 'l shape his old course in a Country new Exit Flourish Enter Gloster with France and Burgundy Attendants Cor. Heere 's France and Burgundy my Noble Lord. Lear. My Lord of Bugundie We first addresse toward you who with this King Hath riuald for our Daughter what in the least Will you require in present Dower with her Or cease your quest of Loue Bur. Most Royall Maiesty I craue no more then hath your Highnesse offer'd Nor will you tender lesse Lear. Right Noble Burgundy When she was deare to vs we did hold her so But now her price is fallen Sir there she stands If ought within that little seeming substance Or all of it with our displeasure piec'd And nothing more may fitly like your Grace Shee 's there and she is yours Bur. I know no answer Lear. Will you with those infirmities she owes Vnfriended new adopted to our hate Dow'rd with our curse and stranger'd with our oath Take her or leaue her Bur. Pardon me Royall Sir Election makes not vp in such conditions Le. Then leaue her sir for by the powre that made me I tell you all her wealth For you great King I would not from your loue make such a stray To match you where I hate therefore beseech you T' auert your liking a more worthier way Then on a wretch whom Nature is asham'd Almost t' acknowledge hers Fra. This is most strange That she whom euen but now was your obiect The argument of your praise balme of your age The best the deerest should in this trice of time Commit a thing so monstrous to dismantle So many folds of fauour sure her offence Must be of such vnnaturall degree That monsters it Or your fore-voucht affection Fall into taint which to beleeue of her Must be a faith that reason without miracle Should neuer plant in me Cor. I yet beseech your Maiesty If for I want that glib and oylie Art To speake and purpose not since what I will intend I le do 't before I speake that you make knowne It is no vicious blot murther or foulenesse No vnchaste action or dishonoured step That hath depriu'd me of your Grace and fauour But euen for want of that for which I am richer A still soliciting eye and such a tongue That I am glad I haue not though not to haue it Hath loft me in your liking Lear. Better thou had'st Not beene borne then not t haue pleas'd me better Fra. Is it but this A tardinesse in nature Which often leaues the history vnspoke That it intends to do my Lord of Burgundy What say you to the Lady Loue 's not loue When it is mingled with regards that stands Aloofe from th' intire point will you haue her She is herselfe a Dowrie Bur. Royall King Giue but that portion which your selfe propos'd And here I take Cordelia by the hand Dutchesse of Burgundie Lear. Nothing I haue sworne I am firme Bur. I am sorry then you haue so lost a Father That you must loose a husband Cor.
Foole. Yes indeed thou would'st make a good Foole. Lear. To tak 't againe perforce Monster Ingratitude Foole. If thou wert my Foole Nunckle I l'd haue thee beaten for being old before thy time Lear. How 's that Foole. Thou shouldst not haue bin old till thou hadst bin wise Lear. O let me not be mad not mad sweet Heauen keepe me in temper I would not be mad How now are the Horses ready Gent. Ready my Lord. Lear. Come Boy Fool. She that 's a Maid now laughs at my departure Shall not be a Maid long vnlesse things be cut shorter Exeunt Actus Secundus Scena Prima Enter Bastard and Curan seuerally Bast Saue thee Curan Cur. And your Sir I haue bin With your Father and giuen him notice That the Duke of Cornwall and Regan his Duchesse Will be here with him this night Bast How comes that Cur. Nay I know not you haue heard of the newes abroad I meane the whisper'd ones for they are yet but earâ—-kissing arguments Bast Not I pray you what are they Cur. Haue you heard of no likely Warres toward 'Twixt the Dukes of Cornwall and Albany Bast Not a word Cur. You may do then in time Fare you well Sir Exit Bast. The Duke be here to night The better best This weaues it selfe perforce into my businesse My Father hath set guard to take my Brother And I haue one thing of a queazie question Which I must act Briefenesse and Fortune worke Enter Edgar Brother a word discend Brother I say My Father watches O Sir fly this place Intelligence is giuen where you are hid You haue now the good aduantage of the night Haue you not spoken ' gainst the Duke of Cornewall Hee 's comming hither now i' th' night i' th' haste And Regan with him haue you nothing said Vpon his partie ' gainst the Duke of Albany Aduise your selfe Edg. I am sure on 't not a word Bast I heare my Father comming pardon me In cunning I must draw my Sword vpon you Draw seeme to defend your selfe Now quit you well Yeeld come before my Father light hoa here Fly Brother Torches Torches so farewell Exit Edgar Some blood drawne on me would beget opinion Of my more fierce endeauour I haue seene drunkards Do more then this in sport Father Father Stop stop no helpe Enter Gloster and Seruants with Torches Glo. Now Edmund where 's the villaine Bast Here stood he in the dark his sharpe Sword out Mumbling of wicked charmes coniuring the Moone To stand auspicious Mistris Glo. But where is he Bast Looke Sir I bleed Glo. Where is the villaine Edmund Bast Fled this way Sir when by no meanes he could Glo. Pursue him ho go after By no meanes what Bast Perswade me to the murther of your Lordship But that I told him the reuenging Gods ' Gainst Paricides did all the thunder bend Spoke with how manifold and strong a Bond The Child was bound to ' th' Father Sir in fine Seeing how lothly opposite I stood To his vnnaturall purpose in fell motion With his prepared Sword he charges home My vnprouided body latch'd mine arme And when he saw my best alarum'd spirits Bold in the quarrels right rouz'd to th' encounter Or whether gasted by the noyse I made Full sodainely he fled Glost Let him fly farre Not in this Land shall he remaine vncaught And found dispatch the Noble Duke my Master My worthy Arch and Patron comes to night By his authoritie I will proclaime it That he which finds him shall deserue our thankes Bringing the murderous Coward to the stake He that conceales him death Bast When I disswaded him from his intent And found him pight to doe it with curst speech I threaten'd to discouer him he replied Thou vnpossessing Bastard dost thou thinke If I would stand against thee would the reposall Of any trust vertue or worth in thee Make thy words faith'd No what should I denie As this I would though thou didst produce My very Character I 'ld turne it all To thy suggestion plot and damned practise And thou must make a dullard of the world If they not thought the profits of my death Were very pregnant and potentiall spirits To make thee seeke it Tucket within Glo. O strange and fastned Villaine Would he deny his Letter said he Harke the Dukes Trumpets I know not wher he comes All Ports I le barre the villaine shall not scape The Duke must grant me that besides his picture I will send farre and neere that all the kingdome May haue due note of him and of my land Loyall and naturall Boy I le worke the meanes To make thee capable Enter Cornewall Regan and Attendants Corn. How now my Noble friend since I came hither Which I can call but now I haue heard strangenesse Reg. If it be true all vengeance comes too short Which can pursue th' offender how dost my Lord Glo. O Madam my old heart is crack'd it 's crack'd Reg. What did my Fathers Godsonne seeke your life He whom my Father nam'd your Edgar Glo. O Lady Lady shame would haue it hid Reg. Was he not companion with the riotous Knights That tended vpon my Father Glo. I know not Madam 't is too bad too bad Bast Yes Madam he was of that consort Reg. No maruaile then though he were ill affected 'T is they haue put him on the old mans death To haue th' expence and wast of his Reuenues I haue this present euening from my Sister Beene well inform'd of them and with such cautions That if they come to soiourne at my house I le not be there Cor. Nor I assure thee Regan Edmund I heare that you haue shewne your Father A Child-like Office Bast. It was my duty Sir Glo. He did bewray his practise and receiu'd This hurt you see striuing to apprehend him Cor. Is he pursued Glo. I my good Lord. Cor. If he be taken he shall neuer more Be fear'd of doing harme make your owne purpose How in my strength you please for you Edmund Whose vertue and obedience doth this instant So much commend it selfe you shall be ours Nature 's of such deepe trust we shall much need You we first seize on Bast I shall serue you Sir truely how euer else Glo. For him I thanke your Grace Cor. You know not why we came to visit you Reg. Thus out of season thredding darke ey'd night Occasions Noble Gloster of some prize Wherein we must haue vse of your aduise Our Father he hath writ so hath our Sister Of differences which I best though it fit To answere from our home the seuerall Messengers From hence attend dispatch our good old Friend Lay comforts to your bosome and bestow Your needfull counsaile to our businesses Which craues the instant vse Glo. I serue you Madam Your Graces are right welcome Exeunt Flourish Scena Secunda Enter Kent aad Steward seuerally Stew. Good dawning to thee Friend art of this house Kent I. Stew. Where may we
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
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.
I am dying Egypt dying onely I heere importune death a-while vntill Of many thousand kisses the poore last I lay vpon thy lippes Cleo. I dare not Deere Deere my Lord pardon I dare not Least I be taken not th' Imperious shew Of the full-Fortun'd Caesar euer shall Be brooch'd with me if Knife Drugges Serpents haue Edge sting or operation I am safe Your Wife Octauia with her modest eyes And still Conclusion shall acquire no Honour Demuring vpon me but come come Anthony Helpe me my women we must draw thâ—e vp Assist good Friends Ant. Oh quicke or I am gone Cleo. Heere 's sport indeede How heauy weighes my Lord Our strength is all gone into heauinesse That makes the waight Had I great Iuno's power The strong wing'd Mercury should fetch thee vp And set thee by Ioues side Yet come a little Wishers were euer Fooles Oh come come come They heaue Anthony aloft to Cleopatra And welcome welcome Dye when thou hast liu'd Quicken with kissing had my lippes that power Thus would I weare them out All. A heauy sight Ant. I am dying Egypt dying Giue me some Wine and let me speake a little Cleo. No let me speake and let me rayle so hye That the false Huswife Fortune breake her Wheele Prouok'd by my offence Ant. One word sweet Queene Of Caesar seeke your Honour with your safety Oh. Cleo. They do not go together Ant. Gentle heare me None about Caesar trust but Proculeius Cleo. My Resolution and my hands I le trust None about Caesar Ant. The miserable change now at my end Lament nor sorrow at but please your thoughts In feeding them with those my former Fortunes Wherein I liued The greatest Prince o' th' world The Noblest and do now not basely dye Not Cowardly put off my Helmet to My Countreyman A Roman by a Roman Valiantly vanquish'd Now my Spirit is going I can no more Cleo. Noblest of men woo't dye Hast thou no care of me shall I abide In this dull world which in thy absence is No better then a Stye Oh see my women The Crowne o' th' earth doth melt My Lord Oh wither'd is the Garland of the Warre The Souldiers pole is falne young Boyes and Gyrles Are leuell now with men The oddes is gone And there is nothing left remarkeable Beneath the visiting Moone Char. Oh quietnesse Lady Iras. She 's dead too our Soueraigne Char. Lady Iras. Madam Char. Oh Madam Madam Madam Iras. Royall Egypt Empresse Char. Peace peace Iras. Cleo. No more but in a Woman and commanded By such poore passion as the Maid that Milkes And doe's the meanest chaâ—es It were for me To throw my Scepter at the iniurious Gods To tell them that this World did equall theyrs Till they had stolne our Iewell All 's but naught Patience is sottish and impatience does Become a Dogge that 's mad Then is it sinne To rush into the secret house of death Ere death dare come to vs. How do you Women What what good cheere Why how now Charmian My Noble Gyrles Ah Women women Looke Our Lampe is spent it 's out Good sirs take heart Wee 'l bury him And then what 's braue what 's Noble Let 's doo 't after the high Roman fashion And make death proud to take vs. Come away This case of that huge Spirit now is cold Ah Women Women Come we haue no Friend But Resolution and the breefest end Exeunt bearing of Anthonies body Enter Caesar Agrippa Dollabella Menas with his Counsell of Warre Caesar Go to him Dollabella bid him yeeld Being so frustrate tell him He mockes the pawses that he makes Dol. Caesar I shall Enter Decretas with the sword of Anthony Caes Wherefore is that And what art thou that dar'st Appeare thus to vs Dec. I am call'd Decretas Marke Anthony I seru'd who best was worthie Best to be seru'd whil'st he stood vp and spoke He was my Master and I wore my life To spend vpon his haters If thou please To take me to thee as I was to him I le be to Caesar it y u pleasest not I yeild thee vp my life Caesar What is' t thou say'st Dec. I say Oh Caesar Anthony is dead Caesar The breaking of so great a thing should make A greater cracke The round World Should haue shooke Lyons into ciuill streets And Cittizens to their dennes The death of Anthony Is not a single doome in the name lay A moity of the world Dec. He is dead Caesar Not by a publike minister of Iustice Nor by a hyred Knife but that selfe-hand Which writ his Honor in the Acts it did Hath with the Courage which the heart did lend it Splitted the heart This is his Sword I robb'd his wound of it behold it stain'd With his most Noble blood Caes Looke you sad Friends The Gods rebuke me but it is Tydings To wash the eyes of Kings Dol. And strange it is That Nature must compell vs to lament Our most persisted deeds Mec. His taints and Honours wag'd equal with him Dola A Rarer spirit neuer Did steere humanity but you Gods will giue vs Some faults to make vs men Caesar is touch'd Mec. When such a spacious Mirror 's set before him He needes must see him selfe Caesar Oh Anthony I haue followed thee to this but we do launch Diseases in our Bodies I must perforce Haue shewne to thee such a declining day Or looke on thine we could not stall together In the whole world But yet let me lament With teares as Soueraigne as the blood of hearts That thou my Brother my Competitor In top of all designe my Mate in Empire Friend and Companion in the front of Warre The Arme of mine owne Body and the Heart Where mine his thoughts did kindle that our Starres Vnreconciliable should diuide our equalnesse to this Heare me good Friends But I will tell you at some meeter Season The businesse of this man lookes out of him Wee 'l heare him what he sayes Enter an Aegyptian Whence are you Aegyp A poore Egyptian yet the Queen my mistris Confin'd in all she has her Monument Of thy intents desires instruction That she preparedly may frame her selfe To ' th' way shee 's forc'd too Caesar Bid her haue good heart She soone shall know of vs by some of ours How honourable and how kindely Wee Determine for her For Caesar cannot leaue to be vngentle Aegypt So the Gods preserue thee Exit Caes Come hither Proculeius Go and say We purpose her no shame giue her what comforts The quality of her passion shall require Least in her greatnesse by some mortall stroke She do defeate vs. For her life in Rome Would be eternall in our Triumph Go And with your speediest bring vs what she sayes And how you finde of her Pro. Caesar I shall Exit Proculeius Caes Gallus go you along where 's Dolabella to second Proculeius All. Dolabella Caes Let him alone for I remember now How hee 's imployd he shall in time be ready Go with
men To excuse their after wrath Husband I come Now to that name my Courage proue my Title I am Fire and Ayre my other Elements I giue to baser life So haue you done Come then and take the last warmth of my Lippes Farewell kinde Charmian Iras long farewell Haue I the Aspicke in my lippes Dost fall If thou and Nature can so gently part The stroke of death is as a Louers pinch Which hurts and is desir'd Dost thou lye still If thus thou vanishest thou tell'st the world It is not worth leaue-taking Char. Dissolue thicke clowd Raine that I may say The Gods themselues do weepe Cleo. This proues me base If she first meete the Curled Anthony Hee 'l make demand of her and spend that kisse Which is my heauen to haue Come thou mortal wretch With thy sharpe teeth this knot intrinsicate Of life at once vntye Poore venomous Foole Be angry and dispatch Oh could'st thou speake That I might heare thee call great Caesar Asse vnpolicied Char. Oh Easterne Starre Cleo. Peace peace Dost thou not see my Baby at my breast That suckes the Nurse asleepe Char. O breake O breake Cleo. As sweet as Balme as soft as Ayre as gentle O Anthony Nay I will take thee too What should I stay Dyes Char. In this wilde World So fare thee well Now boast thee Death in thy possession lyes A Lasse vnparalell'd Downie Windowes cloze And golden Phoebus neuer be beheld Of eyes againe so Royall your Crownes away I le mend it and then play Enter the Guard rustling in and Dolabella 1. Guard Where 's the Queene Char. Speake softly wake her not 1 Caesar hath sent Char. Too slow a Messenger Oh come apace dispatch I partly feele thee 1 Approach hoa All 's not well Caesar's beguild 2 There 's Dolabella sent from Caesar call him 1 What worke is heere Charmian Is this well done Char. It is well done and fitting for a Princesse Descended of so many Royall Kings Ah Souldier Charmian dyes Enter Dolabella Dol. How goes it heere 2 Guard All dead Dol. Caesar thy thoughts Touch their effects in this Thy selfe art comming To see perform'd the dreaded Act which thou So sought'st to hinder Enter Caesar and all his Traine marching All. A way there a way for Caesar Dol. Oh sir you are too sure an Augurer That you did feâ—re is done Caesar Brauest at the last She leuell'd at our purposes and being Royall Tooke her owne way the manner of their deaths I do not see them bleede Dol. Who was last with them 1. Guard A simple Countryman that broght hir Figs This was his Basket Caesar Poyson'd then 1. Guard Oh Caesar This Charmian liu'd but now she stood and spake I found her trimming vp the Diadem On her dead Mistris tremblingly she stood And on the sodaine dropt Caesar Oh Noble weakenesse If they had swallow'd poyson 't would appeare By externall swelling but she lookes like sleepe As she would catch another Anthony In her strong toyle of Grace Dol. Heere on her brest There is a vent of Bloud and something blowne The like is on her Arme. 1. Guard This is an Aspickes traile And these Figge-leaues haue slime vpon them such As th' Aspicke leaues vpon the Caues of Nyle Caesar Most probable That so she dyed for her Physitian tels mee She hath pursu'de Conclusions infinite Of easie wayes to dye Take vp her bed And beare her Women from the Monument She shall be buried by her Anthony No Graue vpon the earth shall clip in it A payre so famous high euents as these Strike those that make them and their Story is No lesse in pitty then his Glory which Brought them to be lamented Our Army shall In solemne shew attend this Funerall And then to Rome Come Dolabella see High Order in this great Solmemnity Exeunt omnes FINIS THE TRAGEDIE OF CYMBELINE Actus Primus Scoena Prima Enter two Gentlemen 1. Gent. YOu do not meet a man but Frownes Our bloods no more obey the Heauens Then our Courtiers Still seeme as do's the Kings 2 Gent. But what 's the matter 1. His daughter and the heire of 's kingdome whom He purpos'd to his wiues sole Sonne a Widdow That late be married hath referr'd her selfe Vnto a poore but worthy Gentleman She 's wedded Her Husband banish'd she imprison'd all Is outward sorrow though I thinke the King Be touch'd at very heart 2 None but the King 1 He that hath lost her too so is the Queene That most desir'd the Match But not a Courtier Although they weare their faces to the bent Of the Kings lookes hath a heart that is not Glad at the thing they scowle at 2 And why so 1 He that hath miss'd the Princesse is a thing Too bad for bad report and he that hath her I meane that married her alacke good man And therefore banish'd is a Creature such As to seeke through the Regions of the Earth For one his like there would be something failing In him that should compare I do not thinke So faire an Outward and such stuffe Within Endowes a man but hee 2 You speake him farre 1 I do extend him Sir within himselfe Crush him together rather then vnfold His measure duly 2 What 's his name and Birth 1 I cannot delue him to the roote His Father Was call'd Sicillius who did ioyne his Honor Against the Romanes with Cassibulan But had his Titles by Tenantius whom He seru'd with Glory and admir'd Successe So gain'd the Sur-addition Leonatus And had besides this Gentleman in question Two other Sonnes who in the Warres o' th' time Dy'de with their Swords in hand For which their Father Then old and fond of yssue tooke such sorrow That he quit Being and his gentle Lady Bigge of this Gentleman our Theame deceast As he was borne The King he takes the Babe To his protection cals him Posthumus Leonatus Breedes him and makes him of his Bed-chamber Puts to him all the Learnings that his time Could make him the receiuer of which he tooke As we do ayre fast as 't was ministred And in 's Spring became a Haruest Liu'd in Court Which rare it is to do most prais'd most lou'd A sample to the yongest to th' more Mature A glasse that feated them and to the grauer A Childe that guided Dotards To his Mistris For whom he now is banish'd her owne price Proclaimes how she esteem'd him and his Vertue By her electioÌ„ may be truly read what kind of man he is 2 I honor him euen out of your report But pray you tell me is she sole childe to ' th' King 1 His onely childe He had two Sonnes if this be worth your hearing Marke it the eldest of them at three yeares old I' th' swathing cloathes the other from their Nursery Were stolne and to this houre no ghesse in knowledge Which way they went 2 How long is this ago 1 Some twenty yeares 2 That a Kings Children should be so conuey'd So
thy Master walke with me speake freely Bel. Is not this Boy reuiu'd from death Arui One Sand another Not more resembles that sweet Rosie Lad Who dyed and was Fidele what thinke you Gui. The same dead thing aliue Bel. Peace peace see further he eyes vs not forbeare Creatures may be alike were 't he I am sure He would haue spoke to vs. Gui. But we see him dead Bel. Be silent let 's see further Pisa It is my Mistris Since she is liuing let the time run on To good or bad Cym. Come stand thou by our side Make thy demand alowd Sir step you forth Giue answer to this Boy and do it freely Or by our Greatnesse and the grace of it Which is our Honor bitter torture shall Winnow the truth from falshood One speake to him Imo. My boone is that this Gentleman may render Of whom he had this Ring Post What 's that to him Cym. That Diamond vpon your Finger say How came it yours Iach. Thou 'lt torture me to leaue vnspoken that Which to be spoke wou'd torture thee Cym. How me Iach. I am glad to be constrain'd to vtter that Which torments me to conceale By Villany I got this Ring 't was Leonatus Iewell Whom thou did'st banish and which more may greeue thee As it doth me a Nobler Sir ne're liu'd 'Twixt sky and ground Wilt thou heare more my Lord Cym. All that belongs to this Iach. That Paragon thy daughter For whom my heart drops blood and my false spirits Quaile to remember Giue me leaue I faint Cym. My Daughter what of hir Renew thy strength I had rather thou should'st liue while Nature will Then dye ere I heare more striue man and speake Iach. Vpon a time vnhappy was the clocke That strooke the houre it was in Rome accurst The Mansion where 't was at a Feast oh would Our Viands had bin poyson'd or at least Those which I heau'd to head the good Posthumus What should I say he was too good to be Where ill men were and was the best of all Among'st the rar'st of good ones sitting sadly Hearing vs praise our Loues of Italy For Beauty that made barren the swell'd boast Of him that best could speake for Feature laming The Shrine of Venus or straight-pight Minerua Postures beyond breefe Nature For Condition A shop of all the qualities that man Loues woman for besides that hooke of Wiuing Fairenesse which strikes the eye Cym. I stand on fire Come to the matter Iach. All too soone I shall Vnlesse thou would'st greeue quickly This Posthumus Most like a Noble Lord in loue and one That had a Royall Louer tooke his hint And not dispraising whom we prais'd therein He was as calme as vertue he began His Mistris picture which by his tongue being made And then a minde put in 't either our bragges Were crak'd of Kitchin-Trulles or his description Prou'd vs vnspeaking sottes Cym. Nay nay to ' th' purpose Iach. Your daughters Chastity there it beginnes He spake of her as Dian had hot dreames And she alone were cold Whereat I wretch Made scruple of his praise and wager'd with him Peeces of Gold ' gainst this which then he wore Vpon his honour'd finger to attaine In suite the place of 's bed and winne this Ring By hers and mine Adultery he true Knight No lesser of her Honour confident Then I did truly finde her stakes this Ring And would so had it beene a Carbuncle Of Phoebus Wheele and might so safely had it Bin all the worth of 's Carre Away to Britaine Poste I in this designe Well may you Sir Remember me at Court where I was taught Of your chaste Daughter the wide difference 'Twixt Amorous and Villanous Being thus quench'd Of hope not longing mine Italian braine Gan in your duller Britaine operare Most vildely for my vantage excellent And to be breefe my practise so preuayl'd That I return'd with simular proofe enough To make the Noble Leonatus mad By wounding his beleefe in her Renowne With Tokens thus and thus auerring notes Of Chamber-hanging Pictures this her Bracelet Oh cunning how I got nay some markes Of secret on her person that he could not But thinke her bond of Chastity quite crack'd I hauing ' tane the forfeyt Whereupon Me thinkes I see him now Post I so thou do'st Italian Fiend Aye me most credulous Foole Egregious murtherer Theefe any thing That 's due to all the Villaines past in being To come Oh giue me Cord or knife or poyson Some vpright Iusticer Thou King send out For Torturors ingenious it is I That all th' abhorred things o' th' earth amend By being worse then they I am Posthumus That kill'd thy Daughter Villain-like I lye That caus'd a lesser villaine then my selfe A sacrilegious Theefe to doo 't The Temple Of Vertue was she yea and she her selfe Spit and throw stones cast myre vpon me set The dogges o' th' street to bay me euery villaine Be call'd Posthumus Leonatus and Be villany lesse then ' t was Oh Imogen My Queene my life my wife oh Imogen Imogen Imogen Imo. Peace my Lord heare heare Post Shall 's haue a play of this Thou scornfull Page there lye thy part Pis Oh Gentlemen helpe Mine ' and your Mistris Oh my Lord Posthumus You ne're kill'd Imogen till now helpe helpe Mine honour'd Lady Cym. Does the world go round Posth How comes these staggers on mee Pisa Wake my Mistris Cym. If this be so the Gods do meane to strike me To death with mortall ioy Pisa How fares my Mistris Imo. Oh get thee from my sight Thou gau'st me poyson dangerous Fellow hence Breath not where Princes are Cym. The tune of Imogen Pisae Lady the Gods throw stones of sulpher on me if That box I gaue you was not thought by mee A precious thing I had it from the Queene Cym. New matter still Imo. It poyson'd me Corn. Oh Gods I left out one thing which the Queene confest Which must approue thee honest If Pasanio Haue said she giuen his Mistris that Confection Which I gaue him for Cordiall she is seru'd As I would serue a Rat. Cym. What 's this Cornelius Corn. The Queene Sir very oft importun'd me To temper poysons for her still pretending The satisfaction of her knowledge onely In killing Creatures vilde as Cats and Dogges Of no esteeme I dreading that her purpose Was of more danger did compound for her A certaine stuffe which being tane would cease The present powre of life but in short time All Offices of Nature should againe Do their due Functions Haue you tane of it Imo. Most like I did for I was dead Bel. My Boyes there was our error Gui. This is sure Fidele Imo. Why did you throw your wedded Lady fro you Thinke that you are vpon a Rocke and now Throw me againe Post Hang there like fruite my soule Till the Tree dye Cym. How now my Flesh my Childe What mak'st thou me a dullard in this Act Wilt thou
a sterne looke but a gentle heart Let him come backe that his compassion may Giue life to yours Hub. Come Boy prepare your selfe Art Is there no remedie Hub. None but to lose your eyes Art O heauen that there were but a moth in yours A graine a dust a gnat a wandering haire Any annoyance in that precious sense Then feeling what small things are boysterous there Your vilde intent must needs seeme horrible Hub. Is this your promise Go too hold your toong Art Hubert the vtterance of a brace of tongues Must needes want pleading for a paire of eyes Let me not hold my tongue let me not Hubert Or Hubert if you will cut out my tongue So I may keepe mine eyes O spare mine eyes Though to no vse but still to looke on you Loe by my troth the Instrument is cold And would not harme me Hub. I can heate it Boy Art No in good sooth the fire is dead with griefe Being create for comfort to be vs'd In vndeserued extreames See else your selfe There is no malice in this burning cole The breath of heauen hath blowne his spirit out And strew'd repentant ashes on his head Hub. But with my breath I can reuiue it Boy Art And if you do you will but make it blush And glow with shame of your proceedings Hubert Nay it perchance will sparkle in your eyes And like a dogge that is compell'd to fight Snatch at his Master that doth carre him on All things that you should vse to do me wrong Deny their office onely you do lacke That mercie which fierce fire and Iron extends Creatures of note for mercy lacking vses Hub. Well see to liue I will not touch thine eye For all the Treasure that thine Vnckle owes Yet am I sworne and I did purpose Boy With this same very Iron to burne them out Art O now you looke like Hubert All this while You were disguis'd Hub. Peace no more Adieu Your Vnckle must not know but you are dead I le fill these dogged Spies with false reports And pretty childe sleepe doubtlesse and secure That Hubert for the wealth of all the world Will not offend thee Art O heauen I thanke you Hubert Hub. Silence no more go closely in with mee Much danger do I vndergo for thee Exeunt Scena Secunda Enter Iohn Pembroke Salisbury and other Lordes Iohn Heere once againe we sit once against crown'd And look'd vpon I hope with chearefull eyes Pem. This once again but that your Highnes pleas'd Was once superfluous you were Crown'd before And that high Royalty was nere pluck'd off The faiths of men nere stained with reuolt Fresh expectation troubled not the Land With any long'd-for-change or better State Sal. Therefore to be possess'd with double pompe To guard a Title that was rich before To gilde refined Gold to paint the Lilly To throw a perfume on the Violet To smooth the yee or adde another hew Vnto the Raine-bow or with Taper-Light To seeke the beauteous eye of heauen to garnish Is wastefull and ridiculous excesse Pem. But that your Royall pleasure must be done This acte is as an ancient tale new told And in the last repeating troublesome Being vrged at a time vnseasonable Sal. In this the Anticke and well noted face Of plaine old forme is much disfigured And like a shifted winde vnto a saile It makes the course of thoughts to fetch about Startles and frights consideration Makes sound opinion sicke and truth suspected For putting on so new a fashion'd robe Pem. When Workemen striue to do better then wel They do confound their skill in couetousnesse And oftentimes excusing of a fault Doth make the fault the worse by th' excuse As patches set vpon a little breach Discredite more in hiding of the fault Then did the fault before it was so patch'd Sal. To this effect before you were new crown'd We breath'd our Councell but it pleas'd your Highnes To ouer-beare it and we are all well pleas'd Since all and euery part of what we would Doth make a stand at what your Highnesse will Ioh. Some reasons of this double Corronation I haue possest you with and thinke them strong And more more strong then lesser is my feare I shall indue you with Meane time but aske What you would haue reform'd that is not well And well shall you perceiue how willingly I will both heare and grant you your requests Pem. Then I as one that am the tongue of these To sound the purposes of all their hearts Both for my selfe and them but chiefe of all Your safety for the which my selfe and them Bend their best studies heartily request Th' infranchisement of Arthur whose restraint Doth moue the murmuring lips of discontent To breake into this dangerous argument If what in rest you haue in right you hold Why then your feares which as they say attend The steppes of wrong should moue you to mew vp Your tender kinsman and to choake his dayes With barbarous ignorance and deny his youth The rich aduantage of good exercise That the times enemies may not haue this To grace occasions let it be our suite That you haue bid vs aske his libertie Which for our goods we do no further aske Then whereupon our weale on you depending Counts it your weale he haue his liberty Enter Hubert Iohn Let it be so I do commit his youth To your direction Hubert what newes with you Pem. This is the man should do the bloody deed He shew'd his warrant to a friend of mine The image of a wicked heynous fault Liues in his eye that close aspect of his Do shew the mood of a much troubled brest And I do fearefully beleeue 't is done What we so fear'd he had a charge to do Sal. The colour of the King doth come and go Betweene his purpose and his conscience Like Heralds 'twixt two dreadfull battailes set His passion is so ripe it needs must breake Pem. And when it breakes I feare will issue thence The foule corruption of a sweet childes death Iohn We cannot hold mortalities strong hand Good Lords although my will to giue is liuing The suite which you demand is gone and dead He tels vs Arthur is deceas'd to night Sal. Indeed we fear'd his sicknesse was past cure Pem. Indeed we heard how neere his death he was Before the childe himselfe felt he was sicke This must be answer'd either heere or hence Ioh. Why do you bend such solemne browes on me Thinke you I beare the Sheeres of destiny Haue I commandement on the pulse of life Sal. It is apparant foule-play and 't is shame That Greatnesse should so grossely offer it So thriue it in your game and so farewell Pem. Stay yet Lord Salisbury I le go with thee And finde th' inheritance of this poore childe His little kingdome of a forced graue That blood which ow'd the bredth of all this I le Three foot of it doth hold bad world the while This must not be thus
borne this will breake out To all our sorrowes and ere long I doubt Exeunt Io. They burn in indignation I repent Enter Mes There is no sure foundation set on blood No certaine life atchieu'd by others death A fearefull eye thou hast Where is that blood That I haue seene inhabite in those cheekes So foule a skie cleeres not without a storme Poure downe thy weather how goes all in France Mes From France to England neuer such a powre For any forraigne preparation Was leuied in the body of a land The Copie of your speede is learn'd by them For when you should be told they do prepare The tydings comes that they are all arriu'd Ioh. Oh where hath our Intelligence bin drunke Where hath it slept Where is my Mothers care That such an Army could be drawne in France And she not heare of it Mes My Liege her eare Is stopt with dust the first of Aprill di'de Your noble mother and as I heare my Lord The Lady Constance in a frenzie di'de Three dayes before but this from Rumors tongue I idely heard if true or false I know not Iohn With-hold thy speed dreadfull Occasion O make a league with me 'till I haue pleas'd My discontented Peeres What Mother dead How wildely then walkes my Estate in France Vnder whose conduct came those powres of France That thou for truth giu'st out are landed heere Mes Vnder the Dolphin Enter Bastard and Peter of Pomfret Ioh. Thou hast made me giddy With these ill tydings Now What sayes the world To your proceedings Do not seeke to stuffe My head with more ill newes for it is full Bast But if you be a-feard to heare the worst Then let the worst vn-heard fall on your head Iohn Beare with me Cosen for I was amaz'd Vnder the tide but now I breath againe Aloft the flood and can giue audience To any tongue speake it of what it will Bast How I haue sped among the Clergy men The summes I haue collected shall expresse But as I trauail'd hither through the land I finde the people strangely fantasied Possest with rumors full of idle dreames Not knowing what they feare but full of feare And here 's a Prophet that I brought with me From forth the streets of Pomfret whom I found With many hundreds treading on his heeles To whom he sung in rude harsh sounding rimes That ere the next Ascension day at noone Your Highnes should deliuer vp your Crowne Iohn Thou idle Dreamer wherefore didst thou so Pet. Fore-knowing that the truth will fall out so Iohn Hubert away with him imprison him And on that day at noone whereon he sayes I shall yeeld vp my Crowne let him be hang'd Deliuer him to safety and returne For I must vse thee O my gentle Cosen Hear'st thou the newes abroad who are arriu'd Bast The French my Lord mens mouths are ful of it Besides I met Lord Bigot and Lord Salisburie With eyes as red as new enkindled fire And others more going to seeke the graue Of Arthur whom they say is kill'd to night on your suggestion Iohn Gentle kinsman go And thrust thy selfe into their Companies I haue a way to winne their loues againe Bring them before me Bast I will seeke them out Iohn Nay but make haste the better foote before O let me haue no subiect enemies When aduerse Forreyners affright my Townes With dreadfull pompe of stout inuasion Be Mercurie set feathers to thy heeles And flye like thought from them to me againe Bast The spirit of the time shall teach me speed Exit Iohn Spoke like a sprightfull Noble Gentleman Go after him for he perhaps shall neede Some Messenger betwixt me and the Peeres And be thou hee Mes With all my heart my Liege Iohn My mother dead Enter Hubert Hub. My Lord they say fiue Moones were seene to night Foure fixed and the fift did whirle about The other foure in wondrous motion Ioh. Fiue Moones Hub. Old men and Beldames in the streets Do prophesie vpon it dangerously Yong Arthurs death is common in their mouths And when they talke of him they shake their heads And whisper one another in the eare And he that speakes doth gripe the hearers wrist Whilst he that heares makes fearefull action With wrinkled browes with nods with rolling eyes I saw a Smith stand with his hammer thus The whilst his Iron did on the Anuile coole With open mouth swallowing a Taylors newes Who with his Sheeres and Measure in his hand Standing on slippers which his nimble haste Had falsely thrust vpon contrary feete Told of a many thousand warlike French That were embattailed and rank'd in Kent Another leane vnwash'd Artificer Cuts off his tale and talkes of Arthurs death Io. Why seek'st thou to possesse me with these feares Why vrgest thou so oft yong Arthurs death Thy hand hath murdred him I had a mighty cause To wish him dead but thou hadst none to kill him H No had my Lord why did you not prouoke me Iohn It is the curse of Kings to be attended By slaues that take their humors for a warrant To breake within the bloody house of life And on the winking of Authoritie To vnderstand a Law to know the meaning Of dangerous Maiesty when perchance it frownes More vpon humor then aduis'd respect Hub. Heere is your hand and Seale for what I did Ioh. Oh when the last accompt twixt heauen earth Is to be made then shall this hand and Seale Witnesse against vs to damnation How oft the sight of meanes to do ill deeds Make deeds ill done Had'st not thou beene by A fellow by the hand of Nature mark'd Quoted and sign'd to do a deede of shame This murther had not come into my minde But taking note of thy abhorr'd Aspect Finding thee fit for bloody villanie Apt liable to be employ'd in danger I faintly broke with thee of Arthurs death And thou to be endeered to a King Made it no conscience to destroy a Prince Hub. My Lord. Ioh. Had'st thou but shooke thy head or made a pause When I spake darkely what I purposed Or turn'd an eye of doubt vpon my face As bid me tell my tale in expresse words Deepe shame had struck me dumbe made me break off And those thy feares might haue wrought feares in me But thou didst vnderstand me by my signes And didst in signes againe parley with sinne Yea without stop didst let thy heart consent And consequently thy rude hand to acte The deed which both our tongues held vilde to name Out of my sight and neuer see me more My Nobles leaue me and my State is braued Euen at my gates with rankes of forraigne powres Nay in the body of this fleshly Land This kingdome this Confine of blood and breathe Hostilitie and ciuill tumult reignes Betweene my conscience and my Cosins death Hub. Arme you against your other enemies I le make a peace betweene your soule and you Yong Arthur is aliue This hand of mine Is