fast betimes With eager feeding food doth choake the feeder Light vanity insatiate cormorant Consuming meanes soone preyes vpon it selfe This royall Throne of Kings this sceptred Isle This earth of Maiesty this seate of Mars This other Eden demy paradise This Fortresse built by Nature for her selfe Against infection and the hand of warre This happy breed of men this little world This precious stone set in the siluer sea Which serues it in the office of a wall Or as a Moate defensiue to a house Against the enuy of lesse happier Lands This blessed plot this earth this Realme this England This Nurse this teeming wombe of Royall Kings Fear'd by their breed and famous for their birth Renowned for their deeds as farre from home For Christian seruice and true Chiualrie As is the sepulcher in stubborne Iury Of the Worlds ransome blessed Maries Sonne This Land of such deere soules this deere-deere Land Deere for her reputation through the world Is now Leas'd out I dye pronouncing it Like to a Tenement or pelting Farme England bound in with the triumphant sea Whose rocky shore beates backe the enuious siedge Of watery Neptune is now bound in with shame With Inky blottes and rotten Parchment bonds That England that was wont to conquer others Hath made a shamefull conquest of it selfe Ah! would the scandall vanish with my life How happy then were my ensuing death Enter King Queene Aumerle Bushy Greene Bagot Ros and Willoughby Yor. The King is come deale mildly with his youth For young hot Colts being rag'd do rage the more Qu. How fares our noble Vncle Lancaster Ri. What comfort man How i st with aged Gaunt Ga. Oh how that name befits my composition Old Gaunt indeed and gaunt in being old Within me greefe hath kept a tedious fast And who abstaynes from meate that is not gaunt For sleeping England long time haue I watcht Watching breeds leannesse leannesse is all gaunt The pleasure that some Fathers feede vpon Is my strict fast I meane my Childrens lookes And therein fasting hast thou made me gaunt Gaunt am I for the graue gaunt as a graue Whose hollow wombe inherits naught but bones Ric. Can sicke men play so nicely with their names Gau. No misery makes sport to mocke it selfe Since thou dost seeke to kill my name in mec I mocke my name great King to flatter thee Ric. Should dying men flatter those that liue Gau. No no men liuing flatter those that dye Rich. Thou now a dying sayst thou flatter'st me Gau. Oh no thou dyest though I the sicker be Rich. I am in health I breath I see the â—ill Gau. Now he that made me knowes I see thee ill Ill in my selfe to see and in thee seeing ill Thy death-bed is no lesser then the Land Wherein thou lyest in reputation sicke And thou too care-lesse patient as thou art Commit'st thy ' anointed body to the cure Of those Physitians that first wounded thee A thousand flatterers sit within thy Crowne Whose compasse is no bigger then thy head And yet incaged in so small a Verge The waste is no whit lesser then thy Land Oh had thy Grandsire with a Prophets eye Seene how his sonnes sonne should destroy his sonnes From forth thy reach he would haue laid thy shame Deposing thee before thou wert possest Which art possest now to depose thy selfe Why Cosine were thou Regent of the world It were a shame to let his Land by lease But for thy world enioying but this Land Is it not more then shame to shame it so Landlord of England art thou and not King Thy state of Law is bondslaue to the law And Rich. And thou a lunaticke leane-witted foole Presuming on an Agues priuiledge Dar'st with thy frozen admonition Make pale our cheeke chafing the Royall blood With fury from his natiue residence Now by my Seates right Royall Maiestie Wer 't thou not Brother to great Edwards sonne This tongue that runs so roundly in thy head Should run thy head from thy vnreuerent shoulders Gau. Oh spare me not my brothers Edwards sonne For that I was his Father Edwards sonne That blood already like the Pellican Thou hast tapt out and drunkenly carows'd My brother Gloucester plaine well meaning soule Whom faire befall in heauen ' mongst happy soules May be a president and witnesse good That thou respect'st not spilling Edwards blood Toyne with the present sicknesse that I haue And thy vnkindnesse be like crooked age To crop at once a too-long wither'd flowre Liue in thy shame but dye not shame with thee These words heereafter thy tormentors bee Conuey me to my bed then to my graue Loue they to liue that loue and honor haue Exit Rich. And let them dye that age and sullens haue For both hast thou and both become the graue Yor. I do beseech your Maiestie impute his words To wayward sicklinesse and age in him He loues you on my life and holds you deere As Harry Duke of Herford were he heere Rich. Right you say true as Herfords loue so his As theirs so mine and all be as it is Enter Northumberland Nor. My Liege olde Gaunt commends him to your Maiestie Rich. What sayes he Nor. Nay nothing all is said His tongue is now a stringlesse instrument Words life and all old Lancaster hath spent Yor. Be Yorke the next that must be bankrupt so Though death be poore it ends a mortall wo. Rich. The ripest fruit first fals and so doth he His time is spent our pilgrimage must be So much for that Now for our Irish warres We must supplant those rough rug-headed Kernes Which liue like venom where no venom else But onely they haue priuiledge to liue And for these great affayres do aske some charge Towards our assistance we do seize to vs The plate coine reuennewes and moueables Whereof our Vncle Gaunt did stand possest Yor. How long shall I be patient Oh how long Shall tender dutie make me suffer wrong Not Glousters death nor Herfords banishment Nor Gauntes rebukes nor Englands priuate wrongs Nor the preuention of poore Bullingbrooke About his marriage nor my owne disgrace Haue euer made me sowre my patient cheeke Or bend one wrinâ—kle on my Soueraignes face I am the last of noble Edwards sonnes Of whom thy Father Prince of Wales was first In warre was neuer Lyon rag'd more fierce In peace was neuer gentle Lambe more milde Then was that yong and Princely Gentleman His face thou hast for euen so look'd he Accomplish'd with the number of thy howâ—rs But when he frown'd it was against the Freâ—ch And not against his friends hâ—s noble hand Did wâ—n what he did spend and speâ—t not that Which his triumphant fathers hand had won His hands were guilty of no kindreds blood But bloody with the enemies of his kinne Oh Richard York is too farre gone with greefe Or else he neuer would compare betweene Rich. Why Vncle What 's the matter Yor. Oh my Liege pardon me if you please if
you all Florish Suf. My Lord Protector so it please your Grace Heere are the Articles of contracted peace Betweene our Soueraigne and the French King Charles For eighteene moneths concluded by consent Clo. Reads Inprimis It is agreed betweene the French K. Charles and William de la Pole Marquesse of Suffolke Ambassador for Henry King of England That the said Henry shal espouse the Lady Margaret daughter vnto Reignier King of Naples Sicillia and Ierusalem and Crowne her Queene of England ere the thirtieth of May next ensuing Item That the Dutchy of Aniou and the County of Main shall be released and deliuered to the King her father King Vnkle how now Glo. Pardon me gracious Lord Some sodaine qualme hath strucke me at the heart And dim'd mine eyes that I can reade no further King Vnckle of Winchester I pray read on Win. Item It is further agreed betweene them That the Dutchesse of Aniou and Maine shall be released and deliuered ouer to the King her Father and shee sent ouer of the King of Englands owne proper Cost and Charges without hauing any Dowry King They please vs well Lord Marques kneel down We heere create thee the first Duke of Suffolke And girt thee with the Sword Cosin of Yorke We heere discharge your Grace from being Regent I' th parts of France till terme of eighteene Moneths Be full expyr'd Thankes Vncle Winchester Gloster Yorke Buckingham Somerset Salisburie and Warwicke We thanke you all for this great fauour done In entertainment to my Princely Queene Come let vs in and with all speede prouide To see her Coronation be perform'd Exit King Queene and Suffolke Manet the rest Glo. Braue Peeres of England Pillars of the State To you Duke Humfrey must vnload his greefe Your greefe the common greefe of all the Land What did my brother Henry spend his youth His valour coine and people in the warres Did he so often lodge in open field In Winters cold and Summers parching heate To conquer France his true inheritance And did my brother Bedford toyle his wits To keepe by policy what Henrie got Haue you your selues Somerset Buckingham Braue Yorke Salisbury and victorious Warwicke Receiud deepe scarres in France and Normandie Or hath mine Vnckle Beauford and my selfe With all the Learned Counsell of the Realme Studied so long sat in the Councell house Early and late debating too and fro How France and Frenchmen might be kept in awe And hath his Highnesse in his infancie Crowned in Paris in despight of foes And shall these Labours and these Honours dye Shall Henries Conquest Bedfords vigilance Your Deeds of Warre and all our Counsell dye O Peeres of England shamefull is this League Fatall this Marriage cancelling your Fame Blotting your names from Bookes of memory Racing the Charracters of your Renowne Defacing Monuments of Conquer'd France Vndoing all as all had neuer bin Car. Nephew what meanes this passionate discourse This preroration with such circumstance For France 't is ours and we will keepe it still Glo. I Vnckle we will keepe it if we can But now it is impossible we should Suffolke the new made Duke that rules the rost Hath giuen the Dutchy of Aniou and Mayne Vnto the poore King Reignier whose large style Agrees not with the leannesse of his purse Sal. Now by the death of him that dyed for all These Counties were the Keyes of Normandie But wherefore weepes Warwicke my valiant sonne War For greefe that they are past recouerie For were there hope to conquer them againe My sword should shed hot blood mine eyes no teares Aniou and Maine My selfe did win them both Those Prouinces these Armes of mine did conquer And are the Citties that I got with wounds Deliuer'd vp againe with peacefull words Mort Dieu Yorke For Suffolkes Duke may he be suffocate That dims the Honor of this Warlike Isle France should haue torne and rent my very hart Before I would haue yeelded to this League I neuer read but Englands Kings haue had Large summes of Gold and Dowries with their wiues And our King Henry giues away his owne To match with her that brings no vantages Hum. A proper iest and neuer heard before That Suffolke should demand a whole Fifteenth For Costs and Charges in transporting her She should haue staid in France and steru'd in France Before Car. My Lord of Gloster now ye grow too hot It was the pleasure of my Lord the King Hum. My Lord of Winchester I know your minde 'T is not my speeches that you do mislike But 't is my presence that doth trouble ye Rancour will out proud Prelate in thy face I see thy furie If I longer stay We shall begin our ancient bickerings Lordings farewell and say when I am gone I prophesied France will be lost ere long Exit Humfrey Car. So there goes our Protector in a rage 'T is knowne to you he is mine enemy Nay more an enemy vnto you all And no great friend I feare me to the King Consider Lords he is the next of blood And heyre apparant to the English Crowne Had Henrie got an Empire by his marriage And all the wealthy Kingdomes of the West There 's reason he should be displeas'd at it Looke to it Lords let not his smoothing words Bewitch your hearts be wise and circumspect What though the common people fauour him Calling him Humfrey the good Duke of Gloster Clapping their hands and crying with loud voyce Iesu maintaine your Royall Excellence With God preserue the good Duke Humfrey I feare me Lords for all this flattering glosse He will be found a dangerous Protector Buc. Why should he then protect our Soueraigne He being of age to gouerne of himselfe Cosin of Somerset ioyne you with me And altogether with the Duke of Suffolke Wee 'l quickly hoyse Duke Humfrey from his seat Car. This weighty businesse will not brooke delay I le to the Duke of Suffolke presently Exit Cardinall Som. Cosin of Buckingham though Humfries pride And greatnesse of his place be greefe to vs Yet let vs watch the haughtie Cardinall His insolence is more intollerable Then all the Princes in the Land beside If Gloster be displac'd hee 'l be Protector Buc. Or thou or I Somerset will be Protectors Despite Duke Humfrey or the Cardinall Exit Buckingham and Somerset Sal. Pride went before Ambition followes him While these do labour for their owne preferment Behooues it vs to labor for the Realme I neuer saw but Humfrey Duke of Gloster Did beare him like a Noble Gentleman Oft haue I seene the haughty Cardinall More like a Souldier then a man o' th' Church As stout and proud as he were Lord of all Sweare like a Ruffian and demeane himselfe Vnlike the Ruler of a Common-weale Warwicke my sonne the comfort of my age Thy deeds thy plainnesse and thy house-keeping Hath wonne the greatest fauour of the Commons Excepting none but good Duke Humfrey And Brother Yorke thy Acts in Ireland In bringing them to ciuill
matter Hor. Nay good my Lord. Ham. It is but foolery but it is such a kinde of gain-giuing as would perhaps trouble a woman Hor. If your minde dislike any thing obey I will forestall their repaire hither and say you are not fit Ham. Not a whit we defie Augury there 's a speciall Prouidence in the fall of a sparrow If it be now 't is not to come if it bee not to come it will bee now if it be not now yet it will come the readinesse is all since no man ha's ought of what he leaues What is' t to leaue betimes Enter King Queene Laertes and Lords with other Attendants with Foyles and Gauntlets a Table and Flagons of Wine on it Kin. Come Hamlet come and take this hand from me Ham. Giue me your pardon Sir I 'ue done you wrong But pardon't as you are a Gentleman This presence knowes And you must needs haue heard how I am punisht With sore distraction What I haue done That might your nature honour and exception Roughly awake I heere proclaime was madnesse Wasâ—t Hamlet wrong'd Laertes Neuer Hamlet If Hamlet from himselfe be tane away And when he 's not himselfe do's wrong Laertes Then Hamlet does it not Hamlet denies it Who does it then His Madnesse If 't be so Hamlet is of the Faction that is wrong'd His madnesse is poore Hamlets Enemy Sir in this Audience Let my disclaiming from a purpos'd euill Free me so farre in your most generous thoughts That I haue shot mine Arrow o're the house And hurt my Mother Laer. I am satisfied in Nature Whose motiue in this case should stirre me most To my Reuenge But in my termes of Honor I stand aloofe and will no reconcilement Till by some elder Masters of knowne Honor I haue a voyce and president of peace To keepe my name vngorg'd But till that time I do receiue your offer'd loue like loue And wil not wrong it Ham. I do embrace it freely And will this Brothers wager frankely play Giue vs the Foyles Come on Laer. Come one for me Ham. I le be your foile Laertes in mine ignorance Your Skill shall like a Starre i' th' darkest night Sticke fiery off indeede Laer. You mocke me Sir Ham. No by this hand King Giue them the Foyles yong Osricke Cousen Hamlet you know the wagot Ham. Verie well my Lord Your Grace hath laide the oddes a' th' weaker side King I do not feare it I haue seene you both But since he is better'd we haue therefore oddes Laer. This is too heauy Let me see another Ham. This likes me well These Foyles haue all a length Prepare to play Osricke I my good Lord. King Set me the Stopes of wine vpon that Table If Hamlet giue the first or second hit Or quit in answer of the third exchange Let all the Battlements their Ordinance fire The King shal drinke to Hamlets better breath And in the Cup an vnion shal he throw Richer then that which foure successiue Kings In Denmarkes Crowne haue worne Giue me the Cups And let the Kettle to the Trumpets speake The Trumpet to the Cannoneer without The Cannons to the Heauens the Heauen to Earth Now the King drinkes to Hamlet Come begin And you the Iudges beare a wary eye Ham. Come on sir Laer. Come on sir They play Ham. One Laer. No. Ham. Iudgement Osr A hit a very palpable hit Laer. Well againe King Stay giue me drinke Hamlet this Pearle is thine Here 's to thy health Giue him the cup Trumpets sound and shot goes off Ham. I le play this bout first set by a-while Come Another hit what say you Laer. A touch a touch I do confesse King Our Sonne shall win Qu. He 's fat and scant of breath Heere 's a Napkin rub thy browes The Queene Carowses to thy fortune Hamlet Ham. Good Madam King Gertrude do not drinke Qu. I will my Lord I pray you pardon me King It is the poyson'd Cup it is too late Ham. I dare not drinke yet Madam By and by Qu. Come let me wipe thy face Laer. My Lord I le hit him now King I do not thinke 't Laer. And yet 't is almost ' gainst my conscience Ham. Come for the third Laertes you but daily I pray you passe with your best violence I am affear'd you make a wanton of me Laer. Say you so Come on Play Osr Nothing neither way Laer. Haue at you now In scuffling they change Rapiers King Part them they are incens'd Ham. Nay come againe Osr Looke to the Queene there hoa Hor. They bleed on both sides How is' t my Lord Osr How is' t Laertes Laer. Why as a Woodcocke To mine Sprindge Osricke I am iustly kill'd with mine owne Treacherie Ham. How does the Queene King She sounds to see them bleede Qu. No no the drinke the drinke Oh my deere Hamlet the drinke the drinke I am poyson'd Ham. Oh Villany How Let the doore be lock'd Treacherie seeke it out Laer. It is heere Hamlet Hamlet thou art slaine No Medicine in the world can do thee good In thee there is not halfe an houre of life The Treacherous Instrument is in thy hand Vnbated and envenom'd the foule practise Hath turn'd it selfe on me Loe heere I lye Neuer to rise againe Thy Mother 's poyson'd I can no more the King the King 's too blame Ham. The point envenom'd too Then venome to thy worke Hurts the King All. Treason Treason King O yet defend me Friends I am but hurt Ham. Heere thou incestuous murdrous Damned Dane Drinke off this Potion Is thy Vnion heere Follow my Mother King Dyes Laer. He is â—ustly seru'd It is a poyson temp'red by himselfe Exchange forgiuenesse with me Noble Hamlet Mine and my Fathers death come not vpon thee Nor thine on me Dyes Ham. Heauen make thee free of it I follow thee I am dead Horatio wretched Queene adiew You that looke pale and tremble at this chance That are but Mutes or audience to this acte Had I but time as this fell Sergeant death Is strick'd in his Arrest oh I could tell you But let it be Horatio I am dead Thou liu'st report me and my causes right To the vnsatisfied Hor. Neuer beleeue it I am more an Antike Roman then a Dane Heere 's yet some Liquor left Ham. As th' art a man giue me the Cup. Let go by Heauen I le haue 't Oh good Horatio what a wounded name Things standing thus vnknowne shall liue behind me If thou did'st euer hold me in thy heart Absent thee from felicitie awhile And in this harsh world draw thy breath in paine To tell my Storie March afarre off and shout within What warlike noyse is this Enter Osricke Osr Yong Fortinbras with conquest come froÌ„ Poland To th' Ambassadors of England giues this warlike volly Ham. O I dye Horatio The potent poyson quite ore-crowes my spirit I cannot liue to heare the Newes from England But I do prophesie th' election lights On Fortinbras he ha's
as we are by this peeuish Towne Turne thou the mouth of thy Artillerie As we will ours against these sawcie walles And when that we haue dash'd them to the ground Why then defie each other and pell-mell Make worke vpon our selues for heauen or hell Fra. Let it be so say where will you assault Iohn We from the West will send destruction Into this Cities bosome Aust I from the North. Fran. Our Thunder from the South Shall raine their drift of bullets on this Towne Bast O prudent discipline From North to South Austria and France shoot in each others mouth I le stirre them to it Come away away Hub. Heare vs great kings vouchsafe awhile to stay And I shall shew you peace and faire-fac'd league Win you this Citie without stroke or wound Rescue those breathing liues to dye in beds That heere come sacrifices for the field Perseuer not but heare me mighty kings Iohn Speake on with favour we are bent to heare Hub. That daughter there of Spaine the Lady Blanch Is neere to England looke vpon the yeeres Of Lewes the Dolphin and that louely maid If lustie loue should go in quest of beautie Where should he finde it fairer theâ— in Blanch If zealous loue should go in search of vertue Where should he finde iâ— purer then in Blanch If loue ambitious sought a match of birth Whose veines bound richer blood then Lady Blanch Such as she is in beautie vertue birth Is the yong Dolphin euery way compleat If not compleat of say he is not shee And she againe wants nothing to name want If want it be not that she is not hee He is the halfe-part oâ— a blessed man Left to be finished by such as shee And she a faire diuided excellence Whose fulnesse of perfection lyes in him O two such siluer currents when they ioyne Do glorifie the bankes that bound them in And two such shores to two such streames made one Two such controlling bounds shall you be kings To these two Princes if you marrie them This Vnion shall do more then batterie can To our fast closed gates for at this match With swifter spleene then powder can enforce The mouth of passage shall we sling wide ope And giue you entrance but without this match The sea enraged is not halfe so deafe Lyons more confident Mountaines and rockes More free from motion no not death himselfe In mortall furie halfe so peremptorie As we to keepe this Citie Bast Heere 's a stay That shakes the rotten carkasse of old death Out of his ragges Here 's a large mouth indeede That spits forth death and mountaines rockes and seas Talkes as familiarly of roaring Lyons As maids of thirteene do of puppi-dogges What Cannoneere begot this Iustie blood He speakes plaine Cannon fire and smoake and bounce He giues the bastinado with his tongue Our eares are cudgel'd not a word of his But buffets better then a fist of France Zounds I was neuer so bethumpt with words Since I first cal'd my brothers father Dad. Old Qu. Son list to this coniunction make this match Giue with our Neece a dowrie large enough For by this knot thou shalt so surely tye Thy now vnsur'd assurance to the Crowne That you greene boy shall haue no Sunne to ripe The bloome that promiseth a mightie fruite I see a yeelding in the lookes of France Marke how they whisper vrge them while their soules Are capeable of this ambition Least zeale now melted by the windie breath Of soft petitions pittie and remorse Coole and congeale againe to what it was Hub. Why answer not the double Maiesties This friendly treatie of our threatned Towne Fra. Speake England first that hath bin forward first To speake vnto this Cittie what say you Iohn If that the Dolphin there thy Princely sonne Can in this booke of beautie râ—ad I loue Her Dowrie shall weigh equall with a Queene For Angiers and faire Toraine Maine Poyctiers And all that we vpon this side the Sea Except this Cittie now by vs besiedg'd Finde liable to our Crowne and Dignitie Shall gild her bridall bed and make her rich In titles honors and promotions As she in beautie education blood Holdes hand with any Princesse of the world Fra. What sai'st thou boy looke in the Ladies face Dol. I do my Lord and in her eie I find A wonder or a wondrous miracle The shadow of my selfe form'd in her eye Which being but the shadow of your sonne Becomes a sonne and makes your sonne a shadow I do protest I neuer lou'd my selfe Till now infixed I beheld my selfe Drawne in the flattering table of her eie Whispers with Blanch. Bast Drawne in the flattering table of her eie Hang'd in the frowning wrinkle of her brow And quarter'd in her heart hee doth espie Himselfe loues traytor this is pittie now That hang'd and drawne and quarter'd there should be In such a loue so vile a Lout as he Blan. My vnckles will in this respect is mine If he see ought in you that makes him like That any thing he see 's which moues his liking I can with ease translate it to my will Or if you will to speake more properly I will enforce it easlie to my loue Further I will not flatter you my Lord That all I see in you is worthie loue Then this that nothing do I see in you Though churlish thoughts themselues should bee your Iudge That I can finde should merit any hate Iohn What saie these yong-ones What say you my Neece Blan. That she is bound in honor still to do What you in wisedome still vouchsafe to say Iohn Speake then Prince Dolphin can you loue this Ladie Dol. Nay aske me if I can refraine from loue For I doe loue her most vnfainedly Iohn Then do I giue Volquessen Toraine Maine Poyctiers and Aniow these fiue Prouinces With her to thee and this addition more Full thirty thousand Markes of English coyne Phillip of France if thou be pleas'd withall Command thy sonne and daughtet to ioyne hands Fra. It likes vs well young Princes close your hands Aust And your lippes too for I am well assur'd That I did so when I was first assur'd Fra. Now Cittizens of Angires ope your gates Let in that amitie which you haue made For at Saint Maries Chappell presently The rights of marriage shall be solemniz'd Is not the Ladie Constance in this troope I know she is not for this match made vp Her presence would haue interrupted much Where is she and her sonne tell me who knowes Dol. She is sad and passionate at your highnes Tent. Fra. And by my faith this league that we haue made Will giue her sadnesse very little cure Brother of England how may we content This widdow Lady In her right we came Which we God knowes haue turnâ—d another way To our owne vantage Iohn We will heale vp all For wee 'l create yong Arthur Duke of Britaine And Earle of Richmond and this rich faire Towne We make him
Lord of Call the Lady Constance Some speedy Messenger bid her repaire To our solemnity I trust we shall If not fill vp the measure of her will Yet in some measure satisfie her so That we shall stop her exclamation Go we as well as hast will suffer vs To this vnlook'd for vnprepared pompe Exeunt Bast Mad world mad kings mad composition Iohn to stop Arthurs Title in the whole Hath willingly departed with a part And France whose armour Conscience buckled on Whom zeale and charitie brought to the field As Gods owne souldier rounded in the eare With that same purpose-changer that slye diuel That Broker that still breakes the pate of faith That dayly breake-vow he that winnes of all Of kings of beggers old men yong men maids Who hauing no externall thing to loose But the word Maid cheats the poore Maide of that That smooth-fac'd Gentleman tickling commoditie Commoditie the byas of the world The world who of it selfe is peysed well Made to run euen vpon euen ground Till this aduantage this vile drawing byas This sway of motion this commoditie Makes it take head from all indifferency From all direction purpose course intent And this same byas this Commoditie This Bawd this Broker this all-changing-word Clap'd on the outward eye of fickle France Hath drawne him from his owne determin'd ayd From a resolu'd and honourable warre To a most base and vile-concluded peace And why rayle I on this Commoditie But for because he hath not wooed me yet Not that I haue the power to clutch my hand When his faire Angels would salute my palme But for my hand as vnattempted yet Like a poore begger raileth on the rich Well whiles I am a begger I will raile And say there is no sin but to be rich And being rich my vertue then shall be To say there is no vice but beggerie Since Kings breake faith vpon commoditie Gaine be my Lord for I will worship thee Exit Actus Secundus Enter Constance Arthur and Salisbury Con. Gone to be married Gone to sweare a peace False blood to false blood ioyn'd Gone to be freinds Shall Lewis haue Blaunch and Blaunch those Prouinces It is not so thou hast mispoke misheard Be well aduis'd tell ore thy tale againe It cannot be thou do'st but say 't is so I trust I may not trust thee for thy word Is but the vaine breath of a common man Beleeue me I doe not beleeue thee man I haue a Kings oath to the contrarie Thou shalt be punish'd for thus frighting me For I am sicke and capeable of feares Opprest with wrongs and therefore full of feares A widdow husbandles subiect to feares A woman naturally borne to feares And though thou now confesse thou didst but iest With my vext spirits I cannot take a Truce But they will quake and tremble all this day What dost thou meane by shaking of thy head Why dost thou looke so sadly on my sonne What meanes that hand vpon that breast of thine Why holdes thine eie that lamentable rhewme Like a proud riuer peering ore his bounds Be these sad signes confirmers of thy words Then speake againe not all thy former tale But this one word whether thy tale be true Sal. As true as I beleeue you thinke them false That giue you cause to proue my saying true Con. Oh if thou teach me to beleeue this sorrow Teach thou this sorrow how to make me dye And let beleefe and life encounter so As doth the furie of two desperate men Which in the very meeting fall and dye Lewes marry Blaunch O boy then where art thou France friend with England what becomes of me Fellow be gone I cannot brooke thy sight This newes hath made thee a most vgly man Sal. What other harme haue I good Lady done But spoke the harme that is by others done Con. Which harme within it selfe so heynous is As it makes harmefull all that speake of it Ar. I do beseech you Madam be content Con. If thou that bidst me be content wert grim Vgly and slandrous to thy Mothers wombe Full of vnpleasing blots and sightlesse staines Lame foolish crooked swart prodigious Patch'd with foule Moles and eye-offending markes I would not care I then would be content For then I should not loue thee no nor thou Become thy great birth nor deserue a Crowne But thou art faire and at thy birth deere boy Nature and Fortune ioyn'd to make thee great Of Natures guifts thou mayst with Lillies boast And with the halfe-blowne Rose But Fortune oh She is corrupted chang'd and wonne from thee Sh' adulterates hourely with thine Vnckle Iohn And with her golden hand hath pluckt on France To tread downe faire respect of Soueraigntie And made his Maiestie the bawd to theirs France is a Bawd to Fortune and king Iohn That strumpet Fortune that vsurping Iohn Tell me thou fellow is not France forsworne Euvenom him with words or get thee gone And leaue those woes alone which I alone Am bound to vnder-beare Sal. Pardon me Madam I may not goe without you to the kings Con. Thou maist thou shalt I will not go with thee I will instruct my sorrowes to bee proud For greefe is proud and makes his owner stoope To me and to the state of my great greefe Let kings assemble for my greefe's so great That no supporter but the huge firme earth Can hold it vp here I and sorrowes sit Heere is my Throne bid kings come bow to it Actus Tertius Scaena prima Enter King Iohn France Dolphin Blanch Elianor Philip Austria Constance Fran. 'T is true faire daughter and this blessed day Euer in France shall be kept festiuall To solemnize this day the glorious sunne Stayes in his course and playes the Alchymist Turning with splendor of his precious eye The meager cloddy earth to glittering gold The yearely coursâ— that brings this day about Shall neuer see it but a holy day Const A wicked day and not a holy day What hath this day deseru'd what hath it done That it in golden letters should be set Among the high tides in the Kalender Nay rather turne this day out of the weeke This day of shame oppression periury Or if it must stand still let wiues with childe Pray that their burthens may not fall this day Lest that their hopes prodigiously be crost But on this day let Sea-men feare no wracke No bargaines breake that are not this day made This day all things begun come to ill end Yea faith it selfe to hollow falshood change Fra. By heauen Lady you shall haue no cause To curse the faire proceedings of this day Haue I not pawn'd to you my Maiesty Const You haue beguil'd me with a counterfeit Resembling Maiesty which being touch'd and tride Proues valuelesse you are forsworne forsworne You came in Armes to spill mine enemies bloud But now in Armes you strengthen it with yours The grapling vigor and rough frowne of Warre Is cold in amitie and painted peace And
the tongue A cased Lion by the mortall paw A fasting Tyger safer by the tooth Then keepe in peace that hand which thou dost hold Fra. I may dis-ioyne my hand but not my faith Pand. So mak'st thou faith an enemy to faith And like a ciuill warre setst oath to oath Thy tongue against thy tongue O let thy vow First made to heauen first be to heauen perform'd That is to be the Champion of our Church What since thou sworst is sworne against thy selfe And may not be performed by thy selfe For that which thou hast sworne to doe amisse Is not amisse when it is truely done And being not done where doing tends to ill The truth is then most done not doing it The better Act of purposes mistooke Is to mistake again though indirect Yet indirection thereby growes direct And falshood falshood cures as fire cooles fire Within the scorched veines of one new burn'd It is religion that doth make vowes kept But thou hast sworne against religion By what thou swear'st against the thing thou swear'st And mak'st an oath the suretie for thy truth Against an oath the truth thou art vnsure To sweare sweares onely not to be forsworne Else what a mockerie should it be to sweare But thou dost sweare onely to be forsworne And most forsworne to keepe what thou dost sweare Therefore thy later vowes against thy first Is in thy selfe rebellion to thy selfe And better conquest neuer canst thou make Then arme thy constant and thy nobler parts Against these giddy loose suggestions Vpon which better part our prayrs come in If thou vouchsafe them But if not then know The perill of our curses light on thee So heauy as thou shalt not shake them off But in despaire dye vnder their blacke weight Aust Rebellion flat rebellion Bast Wil 't not be Will not a Calues-skin stop that mouth of thine Daul Father to Armes Blanch. Vpon thy wedding day Against the blood that thou hast married What shall our feast be kept with slaughtered men Shall braying trumpets and loud churlish drums Clamors of hell be measures to our pomp O husband heare me aye alacke how new Is husband in my mouth euen for that name Which till this time my tongue did nere pronounce Vpon my knee I beg goe not to Armes Against mine Vncle. Const O vpon my knee made hard with kneeling I doe pray to thee thou vertuous Daulphin Alter not the doome fore-thought by heauen Blan. Now shall I see thy loue what motiue may Be stronger with thee then the name of wife Con. That which vpholdeth him that thee vpholds His Honor Oh thine Honor Lewis thine Honor. Dolph I muse your Maiesty doth seeme so cold When such profound respects doe pull you on Pand. I will denounce a curse vpon his head Fra. Thou shalt not need England I will fall froÌ„ thee Const O faire returne of banish'd Maiestie Elea. O foule reuolt of French inconstancy Eng. France y u shalt rue this houre within this houre Bast Old Time the clocke setter y t bald sexton Time Is it as he will well then France shall rue Bla. The Sun 's orecast with bloud faire day adieu Which is the side that I must goe withall I am with both each Army hâ— a hand And in their rage I hauing hold of both They whurle aâ—under and dismember mee Husband I cannot pray that thou maist winne Vncle I needs must pray that thou maist lose Father I may not wish the fortune thine Grandam I will not wish thy wishes thriue Who-euer wins on that side shall I lose Assured losse before the match be plaid Dolph Lady with me with me thy fortune lies Bla. There where my fortune liues there my life dies Iohn Cosen goe draw our puisance together France I am burn'd vp with inflaming wrath A rage whose heat hath this condition That nothing can allay nothing but blood The blood and deerest valued bloud of France Fra. Thy rage shall burne thee vp thou shalt turne To ashes ere our blood shall quench that fire Looke to thy selfe thou art in ieopardie Iohn No more then he that threats To Arms le' ts hie Exeunt Scoena Secunda Allarums Excursions Enter Bastard with Austria's head Bast Now by my life this day grows wondrous hot Some ayery Deuill houers in the skie And pour's downe mischiefe Austrias head lye there Enter Iohn Arthur Hubert While Philip breathes Iohn Hubert keepe this boy Philip make vp My Mother is assayled in our Tent And tane I feare Bast My Lord I rescued her Her Highnesse is in safety feare you not But on my Liege for very little paines Will bring this labor to an happy end Exit Alarums excursions Retreat Enter Iohn Eleanor Arthur Bastard Hubert Lords Iohn So shall it be your Grace shall stay behinde So strongly guarded Cosen looke not sad Thy Grandame loues thee and thy Vnkle will As deere be to thee as thy father was Arth. O this will make my mother die with griefe Iohn Cosen away for England haste before And ere our comming see thou shake the bags Of hoording Abbots imprisoned angells Set at libertie the fat ribs of peace Must by the hungry now be fed vpon Vse our Commission in his vtmost force Bast Bell Booke Candle shall not driue me back When gold and siluer becks me to come on I leaue your highnesse Grandame I will pray If euer I remember to be holy For your faire safety so I kisse your hand Ele. Farewell gentle Cosen Iohn Coz farewell Ele. Come hether little kinsman harke a worde Iohn Come hether Hubert O my gentle Hubert We owe thee much within this wall of flesh There is a soule counts thee her Creditor And with aduantage meanes to pay thy loue And my good friend thy voluntary oath Liues in this bosome deerely cherished Giue me thy hand I had a thing to say But I will fit it with some better tune By heauen Hubert I am almost asham'd To say what good respect I haue of thee Hub. I am much bounden to your Maiesty Iohn Good friend thou hast no cause to say so yet But thou shalt haue and creepe time nere so slow Yet it shall come for me to doe thee good I had a thing to say but let it goe The Sunne is in the heauen and the proud day Attended with the pleasures of the world Is all too wanton and too full of gawdes To giue me audience If the mid-night bell Did with his yron tongue and brazen mouth Sound on into the drowzie race of night If this same were a Church-yard where we stand And thou possessed with a thousand wrongs Or if that surly spirit melancholy Had bak'd thy bloud and made it heauy thicke Which else runnes tickling vp and downe the veines Making that idiot laughter keepe mens eyes And straine their cheekes to idle merriment A passion hatefull to my purposes Or if that thou couldst see me without eyes Heare me without thine eares and make reply
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
I am a horsebacke I will sweare I loue thee infinitely But hearke you Kate I must not haue you henceforth question me Whether I go nor reason whereabout Whether I must I must and to conclude This Euening must I leaue thee gentle Kate. I know you wise but yet no further wise Then Harry Percies wife Constant you are But yet a woman and for secrecie No Lady closer For I will beleeue Thou wilt not vtter what thou do'st not know And so farre wilt I trust thee gentle Kate. La. How so farre Hot. Not an inch further But harke you Kate Whither I go thither shall you go too To day will I set forth to morrow you Will this content you Kate La. It must of force Exeunt Scena Quarta Enter Prince and Poines Prin. Ned prethee come out of that fat roome lend me thy hand to laugh a little Poines Where hast bene Hall Prin. With three or foure Logger-heads amongst 3. or fourescore Hogsheads I haue sounded the verie base string of humility Sirra I am sworn brother to a leash of Drawers and can call them by their names as Tom Dicke and Francis They take it already vpon their confidence that though I be but Prince of Wales yet I am the King of Curtesie telling me flatly I am no proud lack like Falstaffe but a Corinthian a lad of mettle a good boy and when I am King of England I shall command al the good Laddes in East-cheape They call drinking deepe dying Scarlet and when you breath in your watering then they try hem and bid you play it off To conclude I am so good a proficient in one quarter of an houre that I can drinke with any Tinker in his owne Language during my life I tell thee Ned thou hast lost much honor that thou wer 't not with me in this action but sweet Ned to sweeten which name of Ned I giue thee this peniworth of Sugar clapt euen now into my hand by an vnder Skinker one that neuer spake other English in his life then Eight shillings and six pence and You are welcome with this shril addition Anon Anon sir Score a Pint of Bastard in the Halfe Moone or so But Ned to driue away time till Falstaffe come I prythee doe thou stand in some by-roome while I question my puny Drawer to what end hee gaue me the Sugar and do neuer leaue calling Francis that his Tale to me may be nothing but Anon step aside and I le shew thee a President Poines Francis Prin. Thou art perfect Poin. Francis Enter Drawer Fran. Anon anon sir looke downe into the Pomgarnet Ralfe Prince Come hither Francis Fran. My Lord. Prin. How long hast thou to serue Francis Fran. Forsooth fiue yeares and as much as to Poin. Francis Fran. Anon anon sir Prin. Fiue yeares Betlady a long Lease for the clinking of Pewter But Francis darest thou be so valiant as to play the coward with thy Indenture shew it a faire paire of heeles and run from it Fran. O Lord sir I le be sworne vpon all the Books in England I could finde in my heart Poin. Francis Fran. Anon anon sir Prin. How old art thou Francis Fran. Let me see about Michaelmas next I shal be Poin. Francis Fran. Anon sir pray you stay a little my Lord. Prin. Nay but harke you Francis for the Sugar thou gauest me 't was a penyworth was 't not Fran. O Lord sir I would it had bene two Prin. I will giue thee for it a thousand pound Aske me when thou wilt and thou shalt haue it Poin. Francis Fran. Anon anon Prin. Anon Francis No Francis but to morrow Francis or Francis on thursday or indeed Francis when thou wilt But Francis Fran. My Lord. Prin. Wilt thou rob this Leatherne Ierkin Christall button Not-pated Agat ring Puke stocking Caddice garter Smooth tongue Spanish pouch Fran. O Lord sir who do you meane Prin. Why then your browne Bastard is your onely drinke for looke you Francis your white Canuas doublet will sulley In Barbary sir it cannot come to so much Fran. What sir Poin. Francis Prin. Away you Rogue dost thou heare them call Heere they both call him the Drawer stands amazed not knowing which way to go Enter Vintner Vint. What stand'st thou still and hear'st such a calling Looke to the Guests within My Lord olde Sir Iohn with halfe a dozen more are at the doore shall I let them in Prin. Let them alone awhile and then open the doore Poines Enter Poines Poin. Anon anon sir Prin. Sirra Falstaffe and the rest of the Theeues are at the doore shall we be merry Poin. As merrie as Crickets my Lad. But harke yee What cunning match haue you made with this iest of the Drawer Come what 's the issue Prin. I am now of all humors that haue shewed themselues humors since the old dayes of goodman Adam to the pupill age of this present twelue a clock at midnight What 's a clocke Francis Fran. Anon anon sir Prin. That euer this Fellow should haue fewer words then a Parret and yet the sonne of a Woman His industry is vp-staires and down-staires his eloquence the parcell of a reckoning I am not yet of Percies mind the Hotspurre of the North he that killes me some sixe or seauen dozen of Scots at a Breakfast washes his hands and saies to his wife Fie vpon this quiet life I want worke O my sweet Harry sayes she how many hast thou kill'd to day Giue my Roane horse a drench sayes hee and answeres some fourteene an houre after a trifle a trifle I prethee call in Falstaffe I le play Percy and that damn'd Brawne shall play Dame Mortimer his wife Rino sayes the drunkard Call in Ribs call in Tallow Enter Falstaffe Poin. Welcome Iacke where hast thou beene Fal. A plague of all Cowards I say and a Vengeance too marry and Amen Giue me a cup of Sacke Boy Ere I leade this life long I le sowe nether stockes and mend them too A plague of all cowards Giue me a Cup of Sacke Rogue Is there no Vertue extant Prin. Didst thou neuer see Titan kisse a dish of Butter pittifull hearted Titan that melted at the sweete Tale of the Sunne If thou didst then behold that compound Fal. You Rogue heere 's Lime in this Sacke too there is nothing but Roguery to be found in Villanous man yet a Coward is worse then a Cup of Sack with lime A villanous Coward go thy wayes old Iacke die when thou wilt if manhood good manhood be not forgot vpon the face of the earth then am I a shotten Herring there lines not three good men vnhang'd in England one of them is fat and growes old God helpe the while a bad world I say I would I were a Weauer I could sing all manner of songs A plague of all Cowards I say still Prin. How now Woolsacke what mutter you Fal. A Kings Sonne If I do not beate thee out of
Falstaffe he had him from me Christian and see if the fat villain haue not transform'd him Ape Enter Bardolfe Bar. Saue your Grace Prin. And yours most Noble Bardolfe Poin. Come you pernitious Asse you bashfull Foole must you be blushing Wherefore blush you now what a Maidenly man at Armes are you become Is it such a matter to get a Pottle-pots Maiden-head Page He call'd me euen now my Lord through a red Lattice and I could discerne no part of his face from the window at last I spy'd his eyes and me thought he had made two holes in the Ale-wiues new Petticoat peeped through Prin. Hath not the boy profited Bar. Away you horson vpright Rabbet away Page Away you rascally Altheas dreame away Prin. Instruct vs Boy what dreame Boy Page Marry my Lord Althea dream'd she was deliuer'd of a Firebrand and therefore I call him hir dream Prince A Crownes-worth of good Interpretation There it is Boy Poin. O that this good Blossome could bee kept from Cankers Well there is six pence to preserue thee Bard. If you do not make him be hang'd among you the gallowes shall be wrong'd Prince And how doth thy Master Bardolph Bar. Well my good Lord he heard of your Graces comming to Towne There 's a Letter for you Poin. Deliuer'd with good respect And how doth the Martlemas your Master Bard. In bodily health Sir Poin. Marry the immortall part needes a Physitian but that moues not him though that bee sicke it dyes not Prince I do allow this Wen to bee as familiar with me as my dogge and he holds his place for looke you he writes Poin. Letter Iohn Falstaffe Knight Euery man must know that as oft as hee hath occasion to name himselfe Euen like those that are kinne to the King for they neuer pricke their finger but they say there is som of the kings blood spilt How comes that sayes he that takes vpon him not to conceiue the answer is as ready as a borrowed cap I am the Kings poore Cosin Sir Prince Nay they will be kin to vs but they wil fetch it from Iaphet But to the Letter Sir Iohn Falstaffe Knight to the Sonne of the King neerest his Father Harrie Prince of Wales greeting Poin. Why this is a Certificate Prin. Peace I will imitate the honourable Romaines in breuitie Poin. Sure he meanes breuity in breath short-winded I commend me to thee I commend thee and I leaue thee Bee not too familiar with Pointz for hee misuses thy Fauours so much that he sweares thou art to marrie his Sister Nell Repent at idle times as thou mayst and so farewell Thine by yea and no which is as much as to say as thou vsest him Iacke Falstaffe with my Familiars Iohn with my Brothers and Sister Sir Iohn with all Europe My Lord I will steepe this Letter in Sack and make him eate it Prin. That 's to make him eate twenty of his Words But do you vse me thus Ned Must I marry your Sister Poin. May the Wench haue no worse Fortune But I neuer said so Prin. Well thus we play the Fooles with the time the spirits of the wise sit in the clouds and mocke vs Is your Master heere in London Bard. Yes my Lord. Prin. Where suppes he Doth the old Bore feede in the old Franke Bard. At the old place my Lord in East-cheape Prin. What Company Page Ephesians my Lord of the old Church Prin. Sup any women with him Page None my Lord but old Mistris Quickly and M. Doll Teare-sheet Prin. What Pagan may that be Page A proper Gentlewoman Sir and a Kinswoman of my Masters Prin. Euen such Kin as the Parish Heyfors are to the Towne-Bull Shall we steale vpon them Ned at Supper Poin. I am your shadow my Lord I le follow you Prin. Sirrah you boy and Bardolph no word to your Master that I am yet in Towne There 's for your silence Bar. I haue no tongue sir Page And for mine Sir I will gouerne it Prin. Fare ye well go This Doll Teare-sheet should be some Rode Poin. I warrant you as common as the way betweene S. Albans and London Prin. How might we see Falstaffe bestow himselfe to night in his true colours and not our selues be seene Poin Put on two Leather Ierkins and Aprons and waite vpon him at his Table like Drawers Prin. From a God to a Bull A heauie declension It was Ioues case From a Prince to a Prentice a low transformation that shall be mine for in euery thing the purpose must weigh with the folly Follow me Ned. Exeunt Scena Tertia Enter Northumberland his Ladie and Harrie Percies Ladie North. I prethee louing Wife and gentle Daughter Giue an euen way vnto my rough Affaires Put not you on the visage of the Times And be like them to Percie troublesome Wife I haue giuen ouer I will speak no more Do what you will your Wisedome be your guide North. Alas sweet Wife my Honor is at pawne And but my going nothing can redeeme it La. Oh yet for heauens sake go not to these Warrs The Time was Father when you broke your word When you were more endeer'd to it then now When your owne Percy when my heart-deere Harry Threw many a Northward looke to see his Father Bring vp his Powres but he did long in vaine Who then perswaded you to stay at home There were two Honors lost Yours and your Sonnes For Yours may heauenly glory brighten it For His it stucke vpon him as the Sunne In the gray vault of Heauen and by his Light Did all the Cheualrie of England moue To do braue Acts. He was indeed the Glasse Wherein the noble-Noble-Youth did dresse themselues He had no Legges that practic'd not his Gate And speaking thicke which Nature made his blemish Became the Accents of the Valiant For those that could speake low and tardily Would turne their owne Perfection to Abuse To seeme like him So that in Speech in Gate In Diet in Affections of delight In Militarie Rules Humors of Blood He was the Marke and Glasse Coppy and Booke That fashion'd others And him O wondrous him O Miracle of Men Him did you leaue Second to none vn-seconded by you To looke vpon the hideous God of Warre In dis-aduantage to abide a field Where nothing but the sound of Hotspurs Name Did seeme defensible so you left him Neuer O neuer doe his Ghost the wrong To hold your Honor more precise and nice With others then with him Let them alone The Marshall and the Arch-bishop are strong Had my sweet Harry had but halfe their Numbers To day might I hanging on Hotspurs Necke Haue talk'd of Monmouth's Graue North. Beshrew your heart Faire Daughter you doe draw my Spirits from me With new lamenting ancient Ouer-sights But I must goe and meet with Danger there Or it will seeke me in another place And finde me worse prouided Wife O flye to Scotland Till that the Nobles and the armed
beene any Christome Child a parted eu'n iust betweene Twelue and One eu'n at the turning o' th' Tyde for after I saw him sumble with the Sheets and play with Flowers and smile vpon his fingers end I knew there was but one way for his Nose was as sharpe as a Pen and a Table of greene fields How now Sir Iohn quoth I what man be a good cheare so a cryed out God God God three or foure times now I to comfort him bid him a should not thinke of God I hop'd there was no neede to trouble himselfe with any such thoughts yet so a bad me lay more Clothes on his feet I put my hand into the Bed and felt them and they were as cold as any stone then I felt to his knees and so vp-peer'd and vpward and all was as cold as any stone Nim. They say he cryed out of Sack Hostesse I that a did Bard. And of Women Hostesse Nay that a did not Boy Yes that a did and said they were Deules incarnate Woman A could neuer abide Carnation 't was a Colour he neuer lik'd Boy A said once the Deule would haue him about Women Hostesse A did in some sort indeed handle Women but then hee was rumatique and talk'd of the Whore of Babylon Boy Doe you not remember a saw a Flea sticke vpon Bardolphs Nose and a said it was a blacke Soule burning in Hell Bard. Well the fuell is gone that maintain'd that fire that 's all the Riches I got in his seruice Nim. Shall wee shogg the King will be gone from Southampton Pist Come let 's away My Loue giue me thy Lippes Looke to my Chattels and my Moueables Let Sences rule The world is Pitch and pay trust none for Oathes are Strawes mens Faiths are Wafer-Cakes and hold-fast is the onely Dogge My Ducke therefore Caueto bee thy Counsailor Goe cleare thy Chrystalls Yoke-fellowes in Armes let vs to France like Horse-leeches my Boyes to sucke to sucke the very blood to sucke Boy And that 's but vnwholesome food they say Pist Touch her soft mouth and march Bard. Farwell Hostesse Nim. I cannot kisse that is the humor of it but adieu Pist Let Huswiferie appeare keepe close I thee command Hostesse Farwell adieu Exeunt Flourish Enter the French King the Dolphin the Dukes of Berry and Britaine King Thus comes the English with full power vpon vs And more then carefully it vs concernes To answer Royally in our defences Therefore the Dukes of Berry and of Britaine Of Brabant and of Orleance shall make forth And you Prince Dolphin with all swift dispatch To lyne and new repayre our Townes of Warre With men of courage and with meanes defendant For England his approaches makes as fierce As Waters to the sucking of a Gulfe It fits vs then to be as prouident As feare may teach vs out of late examples Left by the fatall and neglected English Vpon our fields Dolphin My most redoubted Father It is most meet we arme vs ' gainst the Foe For Peace it selfe should not so dull a Kingdome Though War nor no knowne Quarrel were in question But that Defences Musters Preparations Should be maintain'd assembled and collected As were a Warre in expectation Therefore I say 't is meet we all goe forth To view the sick and feeble parts of France And let vs doe it with no shew of feare No with no more then if we heard that England Were busied with a Whitson Morris-dance For my good Liege shee is so idly King'd Her Scepter so phantastically borne By a vaine giddie shallow humorous Youth That feare attends her not Const. O peace Prince Dolphin You are too much mistaken in this King Question your Grace the late Embassadors With what great State he heard their Embassie How well supply'd with Noble Councellors How modest in exception and withall How terrible in constant resolution And you shall find his Vanities fore-spent Were but the out-side of the Roman Brutus Couering Discretion with a Coat of Folly As Gardeners doe with Ordure hide those Roots That shall first spring and be most delicate Dolphin Well 't is not so my Lord High Constable But though we thinke it so it is no matter In cases of defence 't is best to weigh The Enemie more mightie then he seemes So the proportions of defence are fill'd Which of a weake and niggardly proiection Doth like a Miser spoyle his Coat with scanting A little Cloth King Thinke we King Harry strong And Princes looke you strongly arme to meet him The Kindred of him hath beene flesht vpon vs And he is bred out of that bloodie straine That haunted vs in our familiar Pathes Witnesse our too much memorable shame When Cressy Battell fatally was strucke And all our Princes captiu'd by the hand Of that black Name Edward black Prince of Wales Whiles that his Mountaine Sire on Mountaine standing Vp in the Ayre crown'd with the Golden Sunne Saw his Heroicall Seed and smil'd to see him Mangle the Worke of Nature and deface The Patternes that by God and by French Fathers Had twentie yeeres been made This is a Stem Of that Victorious Stock and let vs feare The Natiue mightinesse and fate of him Enter a Messenger Mess Embassadors from Harry King of England Doe craue admittance to your Maiestie King Wee le giue them present audience Goe and bring them You see this Chase is hotly followed friends Dolphin Turne head and stop pursuit for coward Dogs Most spend their mouths whē what they seem to threaten Runs farre before them Good my Soueraigne Take vp the English short and let them know Of what a Monarchie you are the Head Selfe-loue my Liege is not so vile a sinne As selfe-neglecting Enter Exeter King From our Brother of England Exe. From him and thus he greets your Maiestie He wills you in the Name of God Almightie That you deuest your selfe and lay apart The borrowed Glories that by gift of Heauen By Law of Nature and of Nations longs To him and to his Heires namely the Crowne And all wide-stretched Honors that pertaine By Custome and the Ordinance of Times Vnto the Crowne of France that you may know 'T is no sinister nor no awk-ward Clayme Pickt from the worme-holes of long-vanisht dayes Nor from the dust of old Obliuion rakt He sends you this most memorable Lyne In euery Branch truly demonstratiue Willing you ouer-looke this Pedigree And when you find him euenly deriu'd From his most fam'd of famous Ancestors Edward the third he bids you then resigne Your Crowne and Kingdome indirectly held From him the Natiue and true Challenger King Or else what followes Exe. Bloody constraint for if you hide the Crowne Euen in your hearts there will he rake for it Therefore in fierce Tempest is he comming In Thunder and in Earth-quake like a Ioue That if requiring faile he will compell And bids you in the Bowels of the Lord Deliuer vp the Crowne and to take mercie On the poore Soules
for whom this hungry Warre Opens his vastie Iawes and on your head Turning the Widdowes Teares the Orphans Cryes The dead-mens Blood the priuy Maidens Groanes For Husbands Fathers and betrothed Louers That shall be swallowed in this Controuersie This is his Clayme his Threatning and my Message Vnlesse the Dolphin be in presence here To whom expressely I bring greeting to King For vs we will consider of this further To morrow shall you beare our full intent Back to our Brother of England Dolph For the Dolphin I stand here for him what to him from England Exe. Scorne and defiance sleight regard contempt And any thing that may not mis-become The mightie Sender doth he prize you at Thus sayes my King and if your Fathers Highnesse Doe not in graunt of all demands at large Sweeten the bitter Mock you sent his Maiestie Hee 'le call you to so hot an Answer of it That Caues and Wombie Vaultages of France Shall chide your Trespas and returne your Mock In second Accent of his Ordinance Dolph Say if my Father render faire returne It is against my will for I desire Nothing but Oddes with England To that end as matching to his Youth and Vanitie I did present him with the Paris-Balls Exe. Hee 'le make your Paris Louer shake for it Were it the Mistresse Court of mightie Europe And be assur'd you 'le find a diff'rence As we his Subiects haue in wonder found Betweene the promise of his greener dayes And these he masters now now he weighes Time Euen to the vtmost Graine that you shall reade In your owne Losses if he stay in France King To morrow shall you know our mind at full Flourish Exe. Dispatch vs with all speed least that our King Come here himselfe to question our delay For he is footed in this Land already King You shal be soone dispatcht with faire conditions A Night is but small breathe and little pawse To answer matters of this consequence Exeunt Actus Secundus Flourish Enter Chorus Thus with imagin'd wing our swift Scene flyes In motion of no lesse celeritie then that of Thought Suppose that you haue seene The well-appointed King at Douer Peer Embarke his Royaltie and his braue Fleet With silken Streamers the young Phebus fayning Play with your Fancies and in them behold Vpon the Hempen Tackle Ship-boyes climbing Heare the shrill Whistle which doth order giue To sounds confus'd behold the threaden Sayles Borne with th' inuisible and creeping Wind Draw the huge Bottomes through the furrowed Sea Bresting the loftie Surge O doe but thinke You stand vpon the Riuage and behold A Citie on th' inconstant Billowes dauncing For so appeares this Fleet Maiesticall Holding due course to Harflew Follow follow Grapple your minds to sternage of this Nauie And leaue your England as dead Mid-night still Guarded with Grandsires Babyes and old Women Eyther past or not arriu'd to pyth and puissance For who is he whose Chin is but enricht With one appearing Hayre that will not follow These cull'd and choyse-drawne Caualiers to France Worke worke your Thoughts and therein see a Siege Behold the Ordenance on their Carriages With fatall mouthes gaping on girded Harflew Suppose th' Embassador from the French comes back Tells Harry That the King doth offer him Katherine his Daughter and with her to Dowrie Some petty and vnprofitable Dukedomes The offer likes not and the nimble Gunner With Lynstock now the diuellish Cannon touches Alarum and Chambers goe off And downe goes all before them Still be kind And eech out our performance with your mind Exit Enter the King Exeter Bedford and Gloucester Alarum Scaling Ladders at Harflew King Once more vnto the Breach Deare friends once more Or close the Wall vp with our English dead In Peace there 's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillnesse and humilitie But when the blast of Warre blowes in our eares Then imitate the action of the Tyger Stiffen the sinewes commune vp the blood Disguise faire Nature with hard-fauour'd Rage Then lend the Eye a terrible aspect Let it pry through the portage of the Head Like the Brasse Cannon let the Brow o'rewhelme it As fearefully as doth a galled Rocke O're-hang and iutty his confounded Base Swill'd with the wild and wastfull Ocean Now set the Teeth and stretch the Nosthrill wide Hold hard the Breath and bend vp euery Spirit To his full height On on you Noblish English Whose blood is fet from Fathers of Warre-proofe Fathers that like so many Alexanders Haue in these parts from Morne till Euen fought And sheath'd their Swords for lack of argument Dishonour not your Mothers now attest That those whom you call'd Fathers did beget you Be Coppy now to me of grosser blood And teach them how to Warre And you good Yeomen Whose Lyms were made in England shew vs here The mettell of your Pasture let vs sweare That you are worth your breeding which I doubt not For there is none of you so meane and base That hath not Noble luster in your eyes I see you stand like Grey-hounds in the slips Straying vpon the Start The Game 's afoot Follow your Spirit and vpon this Charge Cry God for Harry England and S. George Alarum and Chambers goe off Enter Nim Bardolph Pistoll and Boy Bard. On on on on on to the breach to the breach Nim. 'Pray thee Corporall stay the Knocks are too hot and for mine owne part I haue not a Case of Liues the humor of it is too hot that is the very plaine-Song of it Pist The plaine-Song is most iust for humors doe abound Knocks goe and come Gods Vassals drop and dye and Sword and Shield in bloody Field doth winne immortall fame Boy Would I were in an Ale-house in London I would giue all my fame for a Pot of Ale and safetie Pist And I If wishes would preuayle with me my purpose should not fayle with me but thither would I high Boy As duly but not as truly as Bird doth sing on bough Enter Fluellen Flu. Vp to the breach you Dogges auaunt you Cullions Pist Be mercifull great Duke to men of Mould abate thy Rage abate thy manly Rage abate thy Rage great Duke Good Bawcock bate thy Rage vse lenitie sweet Chuck Nim. These be good humors your Honor wins bad humors Exit Boy As young as I am I haue obseru'd these three Swashers I am Boy to them all three but all they three though they would serue me could not be Man to me for indeed three such Antiques doe not amount to a man for Bardolph hee is white-liuer'd and red-fac'd by the meanes whereof a faces it out but fights not for Pistoll hee hath a killing Tongue and a quiet Sword by the meanes whereof a breakes Words and keepes whole Weapons for Nim hee hath heard that men of few Words are the best men and therefore hee scornes to say his Prayers lest a should be thought a Coward but his few bad Words are matcht with as few
my leaue of thee faire Sonne Borne to eclipse thy Life this afternoone Come side by side together liue and dye And Soule with Soule from France to Heauen flye Exit Alarum Excursions wherein Talbots Sonne is hemm'd about and Talbot rescues him Talb. Saint George and Victory fight Souldiers fight The Regent hath with Talbot broke his word And left vs to the rage of France his Sword Where is Iohn Talbot pawse and take thy breath I gaue thee Life and rescu'd thee from Death Iohn O twice my Father twice am I thy Sonne The Life thou gau'st me first was lost and done Till with thy Warlike Sword despight of Fate To my determin'd time thou gau'st new date Talb. When frō the Dolphins Crest thy Sword struck fire It warm'd thy Fathers heart with prowd desire Of bold-fac't Victorie Then Leaden Age Quicken'd with Youthfull Spleene and Warlike Rage Beat downe Alanson Orleance Burgundie And from the Pride of Gallia rescued thee The irefull Bastard Orleance that drew blood From thee my Boy and had the Maidenhood Of thy first fight I soone encountred And interchanging blowes I quickly shed Some of his Bastard blood and in disgrace Bespoke him thus Contaminated base And mis-begotten blood I spill of thine Meane and right poore for that pure blood of mine Which thou didst force from Talbot my braue Boy Here purposing the Bastard to destroy Came in strong rescue Speake thy Fathers care Art thou not wearie Iohn How do'st thou fare Wilt thou yet leaue the Battaile Boy and flie Now thou art seal'd the Sonne of Chiualrie Flye to reuenge my death when I am dead The helpe of one stands me in little stead Oh too much folly is it well I wot To hazard all our liues in one small Boat If I to day dye not with Frenchmens Rage To morrow I shall dye with mickle Age. By me they nothing gaine and if I stay 'T is but the shortning of my Life one day In thee thy Mother dyes our Households Name My Deaths Reuenge thy Youth and Englands Fame All these and more we hazard by thy stay All these are sau'd if thou wilt flye away Iohn The Sword of Orleance hath not made me smart These words of yours draw Life-blood from my Heart On that aduantage bought with such a shame To saue a paltry Life and slay bright Fame Before young Talbot from old Talbot flye The Coward Horse that beares me fall and dye And like me to the pesant Boyes of France To be Shames scorne and subiect of Mischance Surely by all the Glorie you haue wonne And if I flye I am not Talbots Sonne Then talke no more of flight it is no boot If Sonne to Talbot dye at Talbots foot Talb. Then follow thou thy desp'rate Syre of Creet Thou Icarus thy Life to me is sweet If thou wilt fight fight by thy Fathers side And commendable prou'd let 's dye in pride Exit Alarum Excursions Enter old Talbot led Talb. Where is my other Life mine owne is gone O where 's young Talbot where is valiant Iohn Triumphant Death smear'd with Captiuitie Young Talbots Valour makes me smile at thee When he perceiu'd me shrinke and on my Knee His bloodie Sword he brandisht ouer mee And like a hungry Lyon did commence Rough deeds of Rage and sterne Impatience But when my angry Guardant stood alone Tendring my ruine and assayl'd of none Dizzie-ey'd Furie and great rage of Heart Suddenly made him from my side to start Into the clustring Battaile of the French And in that Sea of Blood my Boy did drench His ouer-mounting Spirit and there di'de My Icarus my Blossome in his pride Enter with Iohn Talbot borne Seru. O my deare Lord loe where your Sonne is borne Tal. Thou antique Death which laugh'st vs here to scorn Anon from thy insulting Tyrannie Coupled in bonds of perpetuitie Two Talbots winged through the lither Skie In thy despight shall scape Mortalitie O thou whose wounds become hard fauoured death Speake to thy father ere thou yeeld thy breath Braue death by speaking whither he will or no Imagine him a Frenchman and thy Foe Poore Boy he smiles me thinkes as who should say Had Death bene French then Death had dyed to day Come come and lay him in his Fathers armes My spirit can no longer beare these harmes Souldiers adieu I haue what I would haue Now my old armes are yong Iohn Talbots graue Dyes Enter Charles Alanson Burgundie Bastard and Pucell Char. Had Yorke and Somerset brought rescue in We should haue found a bloody day of this Bast How the yong whelpe of Talbots raging wood Did flesh his punie-sword in Frenchmens blood Puc Once I encountred him and thus I said Thou Maiden youth be vanquisht by a Maide But with a proud Maiesticall high scorne He answer'd thus Yong Talbot was not borne To be the pillage of a Giglot Wench So rushing in the bowels of the French He left me proudly as vnworthy fight Bur. Doubtlesse he would haue made a noble Knight See where he lyes inherced in the armes Of the most bloody Nursser of his harmes Bast Hew them to peeces hack their bones assunder Whose life was Englands glory Gallia's wonder Char. Oh no forbeare For that which we haue fled During the life let vs not wrong it dead Enter Lucie Lu. Herald conduct me to the Dolphins Tent To know who hath obtain'd the glory of the day Char. On what submissiue message art thou sent Lucy Submission Dolphin Ti◠a meere French word We English Warriours wot not what it meanes I come to know what Prisoner thou hast tane And to suruey the bodies of the dead Char. For prisoners askst thou Hell our prison is But tell me whom thou seek'st Luc. But where 's the great Alcides of the field Valiant Lord Talbot Earle of Shrewsbury Created for his rare successe in Armes Great Earle of Washford Waterford and Valence Lord Talbot of Goodrig and Vrchinfield Lord Strange of Blackmere Lord Verdon of Alton Lord Cromwell of Wingefield Lord Furniuall of Sheffeild The thrice victorious Lord of Falconbridge Knight of the Noble Order of S. George Worthy S. Michael and the Golden Fleece Great Marshall to Henry the sixt Of all his Warres within the Realme of France Puc Heere 's a silly stately stile indeede The Turke that two and fiftie Kingdomes hath Writes not so tedious a Stile as this Him that thou magnifi'st with all these Titles Stinking and fly-blowne lyes heere at our feete Lucy Is Talbot slaine the Frenchmens only Scourge Your Kingdomes terror and blacke Nemesis Oh were mine eye-balles into Bullets turn'd That I in rage might shoot them at your faces Oh that I could but call these dead to life It were enough to fright the Realme of France Were but his Picture left amongst you here It would amaze the prowdest of you all Giue me their Bodyes that I may beare them hence And giue them Buriall as beseemes their worth Pucel I thinke this vpstart is old Talbots
which Iesu pardon Q.M. Which God reuenge Rich. To fight on Edwards partie for the Crowne And for his meede poore Lord he is mewed vp I would to God my heart were Flint like Edwards Or Edwards soft and pittifull like mine I am too childish foolish for this World Q.M. High thee to Hell for shame leaue this World Thou Cacodemon there thy Kingdome is Riu. My Lord of Gloster in those busie dayes Which here you vrge to proue vs Enemies We follow'd then our Lord our Soueraigne King So should we you if you should be our King Rich. If I should be I had rather be a Pedler Farre be it from my heart the thought thereof Qu. As little ioy my Lord as you suppose You should enioy were you this Countries King As little ioy you may suppose in me That I enioy being the Queene thereof Q.M. A little ioy enioyes the Queene thereof For I am shee and altogether ioylesse I can no longer hold me patient Heare me you wrangling Pyrates that fall out In sharing that which you haue pill'd from me Which off you trembles not that lookes on me If not that I am Queene you bow like Subiects Yet that by you depos'd you quake like Rebells Ah gentle Villaine doe not turne away Rich. Foule wrinckled Witch what mak'st thou in my sight Q.M. But repetition of what thou hast marr'd That will I make before I let thee goe Rich. Wert thou not banished on paine of death Q.M. I was but I doe find more paine in banishment Then death can yeeld me here by my abode A Husband and a Sonne thou ow'st to me And thou a Kingdome all of you allegeance This Sorrow that I haue by right is yours And all the Pleasures you vsurpe are mine Rich. The Curse my Noble Father layd on thee When thou didst Crown his Warlike Brows with Paper And with thy scornes drew'st Riuers from his eyes And then to dry them gan'st the Duke a Clowt Steep'd in the faultlesse blood of prettie Rutland His Curses then from bitternesse of Soule Denounc'd against thee are all falne vpon thee And God not we hath plagu'd thy bloody deed Qu. So iust is God to right the innocent Hast O 't was the foulest deed to slay that Babe And the most mercilesse that ere was heard of Riu. Tyrants themselues wept when it was reported Dors No man but prophecied reuenge for it Buck. Northumberland then present wept to see it Q.M. What were you snarling all before I came Ready to catch each other by the throat And turne you all your hatred now on me Did Yorkes dread Curse preuaile so much with Heauen That Henries death my louely Edwards death Their Kingdomes losse my wofull Banishment Should all but answer for that peeuish Brat Can Curses pierce the Clouds and enter Heauen Why then giue way dull Clouds to my quick Curses Though not by Warre by Surfet dye your King As ours by Murther to make him a King Edward thy Sonne that now is Prince of Wales For Edward our Sonne that was Prince of Wales Dye in his youth by like vntimely violence Thy selfe a Queene for me that was a Queene Out-liue thy glory like my wretched selfe Long may'st thou liue to wayle thy Childrens death And see another as I see thee now Deck'd in thy Rights as thou art stall'd in mine Long dye thy happie dayes before thy death And after many length'ned howres of griefe Dye neyther Mother Wife nor Englands Queene Riuers and Dorset you were standers by And so wast thou Lord Hastings when my Sonne Was stab'd with bloody Daggers God I pray him That none of you may liue his naturall age But by some vnlook'd accident cut off Rich. Haue done thy Charme y u hateful wither'd Hagge Q.M. And leaue out thee stay Dog for y u shalt heare me If Heauen haue any grieuous plague in store Exceeding those that I can wish vpon thee O let them keepe it till thy sinnes be ripe And then hurle downe their indignation On thee the troubler of the poore Worlds peace The Worme of Conscience still begnaw thy Soule Thy Friends suspect for Traytors while thou liu'st And take deepe Traytors for thy dearest Friends No sleepe close vp that deadly Eye of thine Vnlesse it be while some tormenting Dreame Affrights thee with a Hell of ougly Deuills Thou eluish mark'd abortiue rooting Hogge Thou that wast seal'd in thy Natiuitie The slaue of Nature and the Sonne of Hell Thou slander of thy heauie Mothers Wombe Thou loathed Issue of thy Fathers Loynes Thou Ragge of Honor thou detested Rich. Margaret Q.M. Richard Rich. Ha. Q.M. I call thee not Rich. I cry thee mercie then for I did thinke That thou hadst call'd me all these bitter names Q.M. Why so I did but look'd for no reply Oh let me make the Period to my Curse Rich. 'T is done by me and ends in Margaret Qu. Thus haue you breath'd your Curse against your self Q.M. Poore painted Queen vain flourish of my fortune Why strew'st thou Sugar on that Bottel'd Spider Whose deadly Web ensnareth thee about Foole foole thou whet'st a Knife to kill thy selfe The day will come that thou shalt wish for me To helpe thee curse this poysonous Bunch-backt Toade Hast False boding Woman end thy frantick Curse Least to thy harme thou moue our patience Q.M. Foule shame vpon you you haue all mou'd mine Ri. Were you wel seru'd you would be taught your duty Q. M To serue me well you all should do me duty Teach me to be your Queene and you my Subiects O serue me well and teach your selues that duty Dors Dispute not with her shee is lunaticke Q.M. Peace Master Marquesse you are malapert Your fire-new stampe of Honor is scarce currant O that your yong Nobility could iudge What 't were to lose it and be miserable They that stand high haue many blasts to shake them And if they fall they dash themselues to peeces Rich. Good counsaile marry learne it learne it Marquesse Dor. It touches you my Lord as much as me Rich. I and much more but I was borne so high Our ayerie buildeth in the Cedars top And dallies with the winde and scornes the Sunne Mar. And turnes the Sun to shade alas alas Witnesse my Sonne now in the shade of death Whose bright out-shining beames thy cloudy wrath Hath in eternall darknesse folded vp Your ayery buildeth in our ayeries Nest O God that seest it do not suffer it As it is wonne with blood lost be it so Buc. Peace peace for shame If not for Charity Mar. Vrge neither charity nor shame to me Vncharitably with me haue you dealt And shamefully my hopes by you are butcher'd My Charity is outrage Life my shame And in that shame still liue my sorrowes rage Buc. Haue done haue done Mar. O Princely Buckingham I le kisse thy hand In signe of League and amity with thee Now faire befall thee and thy Noble house Thy Garments are not spotted with our
Yorke as Mother And reuerend looker on of two faire Queenes Come Madame you must straight to Westminster There to be crowned Richards Royall Queene Qu. Ah cut my Lace asunder That my pent heart may haue some scope to beat Or else I swoone with this dead-killing newes Anne Despightfull tidings O vnpleasing newes Dors Be of good cheare Mother how fares your Grace Qu. O Dorset speake not to me get thee gone Death and Destruction dogges thee at thy heeles Thy Mothers Name is ominous to Children If thou wilt out-strip Death goe crosse the Seas And liue with Richmond from the reach of Hell Goe hye thee hye thee from this slaughter-house Lest thou encrease the number of the dead And make me dye the thrall of Margarets Curse Nor Mother Wife nor Englands counted Queene Stanley Full of wise care is this your counsaile Madame Take all the swift aduantage of the howres You shall haue Letters from me to my Sonne In your behalfe to meet you on the way Be not ta'ne tardie by vnwise delay Duch. Yorke O ill dispersing Winde of Miserie O my accursed Wombe the Bed of Death A Cockatrice hast thou hatcht to the World Whose vnauoided Eye is murtherous Stanley Come Madame come I in all haste was sent Anne And I with all vnwillingnesse will goe O would to God that the inclusiue Verge Of Golden Mettall that must round my Brow Were red hot Steele to seare me to the Braines Anoynted let me be with deadly Venome And dye ere men can say God saue the Queene Qu. Goe goe poore soule I enuie not thy glory To feed my humor wish thy selfe no harme Anne No why When he that is my Husband now Came to me as I follow'd Venries Corse When scarce the blood was well washt from his hands Which issued from my other Angell Husband And that deare Saint which then I weeping follow'd O when I say I look'd on Richards Face This was my Wish Be thou quoth I accurst For making me so young so old a Widow And when thou wed'st let sorrow haunt thy Bed And be thy Wife if any be so mad More miserable by the Life of thee Then thou hast made me by my deare Lords death Loe ere I can repeat this Curse againe Within so small a time my Womans heart Grossely grew captiue to his honey words And prou'd the subiect of mine owne Soules Curse Which hitherto hath held mine eyes from rest For neuer yet one howre in his Bed Did I enioy the golden deaw of sleepe But with his timorous Dreames was still awak'd Besides he hates me for my Father Warwicke And will no doubt shortly be rid of me Qu. Poore heart adieu I pittie thy complaining Anne No more then with my soule I mourne for yours Dors Farewell thou wofull welcommer of glory Anne Adieu poore soule that tak'st thy leaue of it Du. Y. Go thou to Richmond good fortune guide thee Go thou to Richard and good Angels tend thee Go thou to Sanctuarie and good thoughts possesse thee I to my Graue where peace and rest lye with mee Eightie odde yeeres of sorrow haue I seene And each howres ioy wrackt with a weeke of teene Qu. Stay yet looke backe with me vnto the Tower Pitty you ancient Stones those tender Babes Whom Enuie hath immur'd within your Walls Rough Cradle for such little prettie ones Rude ragged Nurse old sullen Play-fellow For tender Princes vse my Babies well So foolish Sorrowes bids your Stones farewell Exeunt Scena Secunda Sound a Sennet Enter Richard in pompe Buckingham Catesby Ratcliffe Louel Rich. Stand all apart Cousin of Buckingham Buck. My gracious Soueraigne Rich. Giue me thy hand Sound Thus high by thy aduice and thy assistance Is King Richard seated But shall we weare these Glories for a day Or shall they last and we reioyce in them Buck. Still liue they and for euer let them last Rich. Ah Buckingham now doe I play the Touch To trie if thou be currant Gold indeed Young Edward liues thinke now what I would speake Buck. Say on my louing Lord. Rich. Why Buckingham I say I would be King Buck. Why so you are my thrice-renowned Lord. Rich. Ha am I King 't is so but Edward liues Buck True Noble Prince Rich. O bitter consequence That Edward still should liue true Noble Prince Cousin thou wast not wont to be so dull Shall I be plaine I wish the Bastards dead And I would haue it suddenly perform'd What say'st thou now speake suddenly be briefe Buck. Your Grace may doe your pleasure Rich. Tut tut thou art all Ice thy kindnesse freezes Say haue I thy consent that they shall dye Buc. Giue me some litle breath some pawse deare Lord Before I positiuely speake in this I will resolue you herein presently Exit Buck. Catesby The King is angry see he gnawes his Lippe Rich. I will conuerse with Iron-witted Fooles And vnrespectiue Boyes none are for me That looke into me with considerate eyes High-reaching Buckingham growes circumspect Boy Page My Lord. Rich. Know'st thou not any whom corrupting Gold Will tempt vnto a close exploit of Death Page I know a discontented Gentleman Whose humble meanes match not his haughtie spirit Gold were as good as twentie Orators And will no doubt tempt him to any thing Rich. What is his Name Page His Name my Lord is Tirrell Rich. I partly know the man goe call him hither Boy Exit The deepe reuoluing wittie Buckingham No more shall be the neighbor to my counsailes Hath he so long held out with me vntyr'd And stops he now for breath Well be it so Enter Stanley How now Lord Stanley what 's the newes Stanley Know my louing Lord the Marquesse Dorset As I heare is fled to Richmond In the parts where he abides Rich. Come hither Catesby rumor it abroad That Anne my Wife is very grieuous sicke I will take order for her keeping close Inquire me out some meane poore Gentleman Whom I will marry straight to Clarence Daughter The Boy is foolish and I feare not him Looke how thou dream'st I say againe giue out That Anne my Queene is sicke and like to dye About it for it stands me much vpon To stop all hopes whose growth may dammage me I must be marryed to my Brothers Daughter Or else my Kingdome stands on brittle Glasse Murther her Brothers and then marry her Vncertaine way of gaine But I am in So farre in blood that sinne will pluck on sinne Teare-falling Pittie dwells not in this Eye Enter Tyrrel Is thy Name Tyrrel Tyr. Iames Tyrrel and your most obedient subiect Rich. Art thou indeed Tyr. Proue me my gracious Lord. Rich. Dar'st thou resolue to kill a friend of mine Tyr. Please you But I had rather kill two enemies Rich. Why then thou hast it two deepe enemies Foes to my Rest and my sweet sleepes disturbers Are they that I would haue thee deale vpon Tyrrel I meane those Bastards in the Tower Tyr. Let me haue open meanes
to come to them And soone I le rid you from the feare of them Rich. Thou sing'st sweet Musique Hearke come hither Tyrrel Goe by this token rise and lend thine Eare Whispers There is no more but so say it is done And I will loue thee and preferre thee for it Tyr. I will dispatch it straight Exit Enter Buckingham Buck. My Lord I haue consider'd in my minde The late request that you did sound me in Rich. Well let that rest Dorset is fled to Richmond Buck. I heare the newes my Lord. Rich. Stanley hee is your Wiues Sonne well looke vnto it Buck. My Lord I clayme the gift my due by promise For which your Honor and your Faith is pawn'd Th' Earledome of Hertford and the moueables Which you haue promised I shall possesse Rich. Stanley looke to your Wife if she conuey Letters to Richmond you shall answer it Buck. What sayes your Highnesse to my iust request Rich. I doe remember me Henry the Sixt Did prophecie that Richmond should be King When Richmond was a little peeuish Boy A King perhaps Buck. May it please you to resolue me in my suit Rich. Thou troublest me I am not in the vaine Exit Buck. And is it thus repayes he my deepe seruice With such contempt made I him King for this O let me thinke on Hastings and be gone To Brecnock while my fearefull Head is on Exit Enter Tyrrel Tyr. The tyrannous and bloodie Act is done The most arch deed of pittious massacre That euer yet this Land was guilty of Dighton and Forrest who I did suborne To do this peece of ruthfull Butchery Albeit they were flesht Villaines bloody Dogges Melted with tendernesse and milde compassion Wept like to Children in their deaths sad Story O thus quoth Dighton lay the gentle Babes Thus thus quoth Forrest girdling one another Within their Alablaster innocent Armes Their lips were foure red Roses on a stalke And in their Summer Beauty kist each other A Booke of Prayers on their pillow lay Which one quoth Forrest almost chang'd my minde But oh the Diuell there the Villaine stopt When Dighton thus told on we smothered The most replenished sweet worke of Nature That from the prime Creation ere she framed Hence both are gone with Conscience and Remorse They could not speake and so I left them both To beare this tydings to the bloody King Enter Richard And heere he comes All health my Soueraigne Lord. Ric. Kinde Tirrell am I happy in thy Newes Tir. If to haue done the thing you gaue in charge Be get your happinesse be happy then For it is done Rich. But did'st thou see them dead Tir. I did my Lord. Rich. And buried gentle Tirrell Tir. The Chaplaine of the Tower hath buried them But where to say the truth I do not know Rich. Come to me Tirrel soone and after Supper When thou shalt tell the processe of their death Meane time but thinke how I may do the good And be inheritor of thy desire Farewell till then Tir. I humbly take my leaue Rich. The Sonne of Clarence haue I pent vp close His daughter meanly haue I matcht in marriage The Sonnes of Edward sleepe in Abrahams bosome And Anne my wife hath bid this world good night Now for I know the Britaine Richmond aymes At yong Elizabeth my brothers daughter And by that knot lookes proudly on the Crowne To her go I a iolly thriuing wooer Enter Ratcliffe Rat. My Lord. Rich. Good or bad newes that thou com'st in so bluntly Rat. Bad news my Lord Mourton is fled to Richmond And Buckingham backt with the hardy Welshmen Is in the field and still his power encreaseth Rich. Ely with Richmond troubles me more neere Then Buckingham and his rash leuied Strength Come I haue learn'd that fearfull commenting Is leaden seruitor to dull delay Delay leds impotent and Snaile-pac'd Beggery Then fierie expedition be my wing Ioues Mercury and Herald for a King Go muster men My counsaile is my Sheeld We must be breefe when Traitors braue the Field Exeunt Scena Tertia Enter old Queene Margaret Mar. So now prosperity begins to mellow And drop into the rotten mouth of death Heere in these Confines slily haue I lurkt To watch the waining of mine enemies A dire induction am I witnesse to And will to France hoping the consequence Will proue as bitter blacke and Tragicall Withdraw thee wretched Margaret who comes heere Enter Dutchesse and Queene Qu. Ah my poore Princes ah my tender Babes My vnblowed Flowres new appearing sweets If yet your gentle soules flye in the Ayre And be not fixt in doome perpetuall Houer about me with your ayery wings And heare your mothers Lamentation Mar. Houer about her say that right for right Hath dim'd your Infant morne to Aged night Dut. So many miseries haue craz'd my voyce That my woe-wearied tongue is still and mute Edward Plantagenet why art thou dead Mar. Plantagenet doth quit Plantagenet Edward for Edward payes a dying debt Qu. Wilt thou O God flye from such gentle Lambs And throw them in the intrailes of the Wolfe When didst thou sleepe when such a deed was done Mar. When holy Harry dyed and my sweet Sonne Dut. Dead life blind sight poore mortall liuing ghost Woes Scene Worlds shame Graues due by life vsurpt Breefe abstract and record of tedious dayes Rest thy vnrest on Englands lawfull earth Vnlawfully made drunke with innocent blood Qu. Ah that thou would'st assoone affoord a Graue As thou canst yeeld a melancholly seare Then would I hide my bones not rest them heere Ah who hath any cause to mourne but wee Mar. If ancient sorrow be most reuerent Giue mine the benefit of signeurie And let my greefes frowne on the vpper hand If sorrow can admit Society I had an Edward till a Richard kill'd him I had a Husband till a Richard kill'd him Thou had'st an Edward till a Richard kill'd him Thou had'st a Richard till a Richard kill'd him Dut. I had a Richard too and thou did'st kill him I had a Rutland too thou hop'st to kill him Mar. Thou had'st a Clarence too And Richard kill'd him From forth the kennell of thy wombe hath crept A Hell-hound that doth hunt vs all to death That Dogge that had his teeth before his eyes To worâ—y Lambes and lap their gentle blood That foule defacer of Gods handy worke That reignes in gauled eyes of weeping soules That excellent grand Tyrant of the earth Thy wombe let loose to chase vs to our graues O vpright iust and true-disposing God How do I thanke thee that this carnall Curre Prayes on the issue of his Mothers body And makes her Pue-fellow with others mone Dut. Oh Harries wife triumph not in my woes God witnesse with me I haue wept for thine Mar. Beare with me I am hungry for reuenge And now I cloy me with beholding it Thy Edward he is dead that kill'd my Edward The other Edward dead to quit my Edward Yong Yorke he is but
Mile at least South from the mighty Power of the King Richm. If without perill it be possible Sweet Blunt make some good meanes to speak with him And giue him from me this most needfull Note Blunt Vpon my life my Lord I le vndertake it And so God giue you quiet rest to night Richm. Good night good Captaine Blunt Come Gentlemen Let vs consult vpon to morrowes Businesse Into my Tent the Dew is rawe and cold They withdraw into the Tent. Enter Richard Ratcliffe Norfolke Catesby Rich. What is' t a Clocke Cat. It 's Supper time my Lord it 's nine a clocke King I will not sup to night Giue me some Inke and Paper What is my Beauer easier then it was And all my Armour laid into my Tent Cat. It is my Liege and all things are in readinesse Rich. Good Norfolke hye thee to thy charge Vse carefull Watch choose trusty Centinels Nor. I go my Lord. Rich. Sâ—ir with the Larke to morrow gentle Norfolk Nor. I warrant you my Lord. Exit Rich. Ratcliffe Rat. My Lord. Rich. Send out a Pursuiuant at Armes To Stanleys Regiment bid him bring his power Before Sun-rising least his Sonne George fall Into the blinde Caue of eternall night Fill me a Bowle of Wine Giue me a Watch Saddle white Surrey for the Field to morrow Look that my Staues be sound not too heauy Ratcliff Rat. My Lord. Rich. Saw'st the melancholly Lord Northumberland Rat. Thomas the Earle of Surrey and himselfe Much about Cockshut time from Troope to Troope Went through the Army chearing vp the Souldiers King So I am satisfied Giue me a Bowle of Wine I haue not that Alacrity of Spirit Nor cheere of Minde that I was wont to haue Set it downe Is Inke and Paper ready Rat. It is my Lord. Rich. Bid my Guard watch Leaue me Ratcliffe about the mid of night come to my Tent And helpe to arme me Leaue me I say Exit Ratclif Enter Derby to Richmond in his Tent. Der. Fortune and Victory sit on thy Helme Rich. All comfort that the darke night can affoord Be to thy Person Noble Father in Law Tell me how fares our Noble Mother Der. I by Attourney blesse thee from thy Mother Who prayes continually for Richmonds good So much for that The silent houres steale on And flakie darkenesse breakes within the East In breefe for so the season bids vs be Prepare thy Battell early in the Morning And put thy Fortune to th' Arbitrement Of bloody stroakes and mortall staring Warre I as I may that which I would I cannot With best aduantage will deceiue the time And ayde thee in this doubtfull shocke of Armes But on thy side I may not be too forward Least being seene thy Brother tender George Be executed in his Fathers sight Farewell the leysure and the fearfull time Cuts off the ceremonious Vowes of Loue And ample enterchange of sweet Discourse Which so long sundred Friends should dwell vpon God giue vs leysure for these rites of Loue. Once more Adieu be valiant and speed well Richm. Good Lords conduct him to his Regiment I le striue with troubled noise to take a Nap Lest leaden slumber peize me downe to morrow When I should mount with wings of Victory Once more good night kinde Lords and Gentlemen Exeunt Manet Richmond O thou whose Captaine I account my selfe Looke on my Forces with a gracious eye Put in their hands thy bruising Irons of wrath That they may crush downe with a heauy fall Th' vsurping Helmets of our Aduersaries Make vs thy ministers of Chasticement That we may praise thee in thy victory To thee I do commend my watchfull soule Ere I let fall the windowes of mine eves Sleeping and waking oh defend me still Sleeps Enter the Ghost of Prince Edward Sonne to Henry the sixt Gh. to Ri. Let me sit heauy on thy soule to morrow Thinke how thou stab'st me in my prime of youth At Teukesbury Dispaire therefore and dye Ghost to Richm. Be chearefull Richmond For the wronged Soules Of butcher'd Princes fight in thy behalfe King Henries issue Richmond comforts thee Enter the Ghost of Henry the sixt Ghost When I was mortall my Annointed body By thee was punched full of holes Thinke on the Tower and me Dispaire and dye Harry the sixt bids thee dispaire and dye To Richm. Vertuous and holy be thou Conqueror Harry that prophesied thou should'st be King Doth comfort thee in sleepe Liue and flourish Enter the Ghost of Clarence Ghost Let me sit heauy in thy soule to morrow I that was wash'd to death with Fulsome Wine Poore Clarence by thy guâ—le betray'd to death To morrow in the battell thinke on me And fall thy edgelesse Sword dispaire and dye To Richm. Thou off-spring of the house of Lancaster The wronged heyres of Yorke do pray for thee Good Angels guard thy battell Liue and Flourish Enter the Ghosts of Riuers Gray and Vaughan Riu. Let me sit heauy in thy soule to morrow Riuers that dy'de at Pomfret dispaire and dye Grey Thinke vpon Grey and let thy soule dispaire Vaugh. Thinke vpon Vaughan and with guilty feare Let fall thy Lance dispaire and dye All to Richm. Awake And thinke our wrongs in Richards Bosome Will conquer him Awake and win the day Enter the Ghost of Lord Hastings Gho. Bloody and guilty guiltily awake And in a bloody Battell end thy dayes Thinke on Lord Hastings dispaire and dye Hast to Rich. Quiet vntroubled soule Awake awake Arme fight and conquer for faire Englands sake Enter the Ghosts of the two yong Princes Ghosts Dreame on thy Cousins Smothered in the Tower Let vs be laid within thy bosome Richard And weigh thee downe to ruine shame and death Thy Nephewes soule bids thee dispaire and dye Ghosts to Richm. Sleepe Richmond Sleepe in Peace and wake in Ioy Good Angels guard thee from the Boares annoy Liue and be get a happy race of Kings Edwards vnhappy Sonnes do bid thee flourish Enter the Ghost of Anne his Wife Ghost to Rich. Richard thy Wife That wretched Anne thy Wife That neuer slept a quiet houre with thee Now filles thy sleepe with perturbations To morrow in the Battaile thinke on me And fall thy edgelesse Sword dispaire and dye Ghost to Richm. Thou quiet soule Sleepe thou a quiet sleepe Dreame of Successe and Happy Victory Thy Aduersaries Wife doth pray for thee Enter the Ghost of Buckingham Ghost to Rich. The first was I That help'd thee to the Crowne The last was I that felt thy Tyranny O in the Battaile think on Buckingham And dye in terror of thy guiltinesse Dreame on dreame on of bloody deeds and death Fainting dispaire dispairing yeeld thy breath Ghost to Richm. I dyed for hope Ere I could lend thee Ayde But cheere thy heart and be thou not dismayde God and good Angels fight on Richmonds side And Richard fall in height of all his pride Richard starts out of his dreame Rich. Giue me another Horse bind vp my Wounds Haue
thou at sir Robert He is Sir Roberts sonne and so art thou Bast Iames Gournie wilt thou giue vs leaue a while Gour. Good leaue good Philip. Bast Philip sparrow Iames There 's toyes abroad anon I le tell thee more Exit Iames. Madam I was not old Sir Roberts sonne Sir Robert might haue eat his part in me Vpon good Friday and nere broke his fast Sir Robert could doe well marrie to confesse Could get me sir Robert could not doe it We know his handy-worke therefore good mother To whom am I beholding for these limmes Sir Robert neuer holpe to make this legge Lady Hast thou conspired with thy brother too That for thine owne gaine shouldst defend mine honor What meanes this scorne thou most vntoward knaue Bast. Knight knight good mother Basilisco-like What I am dub'd I haue it on my shoulder But mother I am not Sir Roberts sonne I haue disclaim'd Sir Robert and my land Legitimation name and all is gone Then good my mother let me know my father Some proper man I hope who was it mother Lady Hast thou denied thy selfe a Faulconbridge Bast As faithfully as I denie the deuill Lady King Richard Cordelion was thy father By long and vehement suit I was seduc'd To make roome for him in my husbands bed Heauen lay not my transgression to my charge That art the issue of my deere offence Which was so strongly vrg'd past my defence Bast Now by this light were I â—o get againe Madam I would not wish a better father Some sinnes doe beare their priuiledge on earth And so doth yours your fault was not your follie Needs must you lay your heart at his dispose Subiected tribute to commanding loue Against whose furie and vnmatched force The awlesse Lion could not wage the fight Nor keepe his Princely heart from Richards hand He that perforce robs Lions of their hearts May easily winne a womans aye my mother With all my heart I thanke thee for my father Who liues and dares but say thou didst not well When I was got I le send his soule to hell Come Lady I will shew thee to my kinne And they shall say when Richard me begot If thou hadst sayd him nay it had beene sinne Who sayes it was he lyes I say t was not Exeunt Scaena Secunda Enter before Angiers Philip King of France Lewis Daulphin Austria Constance Arthur Lewis Before Angiers well met braue Austria Arthur that great fore-runner of thy bloud Richard that rob'd the Lion of his heart And fought the holy Warres in Palestine By this braue Duke came early to his graue And for amends to his posteritie At our importance hether is he come To spread his colours boy in thy behalfe And to rebuke the vsurpation Of thy vnnaturall Vncle English Iohn Embrace him loue him giue him welcome hether Arth. God shall forgiue you Cordelions death The rather that you giue his off-spring life Shadowing their right vnder your wings of warre I giue you welcome with a powerlesse hand But with a heart full of vnstained loue Welcome before the gates of Angiers Duke Lewis A noble boy who would not doe thee right Aust Vpon thy cheeke lay I this zelous kisse As seale to this indenture of my loue That to my home I will no more returne Till Angiers and the right thou hast in France Together with that pale that white-fac'd shore Whose foot spurnes backe the Oceans roaring tides And coopes from other lands her Ilanders Euen till that England hedg'd in with the maine That Water-walled Bulwarke still secure And confident from forreine purposes Euen till that vtmost corner of the West Salute thee for her King till then faire boy Will I not thinke of home but follow Armes Const O take his mothers thanks a widdows thanks Till your strong hand shall helpe to giue him strength To make a more requitall to your loue Aust The peace of heauen is theirs y t lift their swords In such a iust and charitable warre King Well then to worke our Cannon shall be bent Against the browes of this resisting towne Call for our cheefest men of discipline To cull the plots of best aduantages Wee 'll lay before this towne our Royal bones Wade to the market-place in French-mens bloud But we will make it subiect to this boy Con. Stay for an answer to your Embassie Lest vnaduis'd you staine your swords with bloud My Lord Chattilion may from England bring That right in peace which heere we vrge in warre And then we shall repent each drop of bloud That hot rash haste so indirectly shedde Enter Chattilion King A wonder Lady lo vpon thy wish Our Messenger Chattilion is arriu'd What England saies say breefely gentle Lord We coldly pause for thee Chatilion speake Chat. Then turne your forces from this paltry siege And stirre them vp against a mightier taske England impatient of your iust demands Hath put himselfe in Armes the aduerse windes Whose leisure I haue staid haue giuen him time To land his Legions all as soone as I His marches are expedient to this towne His forces strong his Souldiers confident With him along is come the Mother Queene An Ace stirring him to bloud and strife With her her Neece the Lady Blanch of Spaine With them a Bastard of the Kings deceast And all th' vnsetled humors of the Land Rash inconsiderate fiery voluntaries With Ladies faces and fierce Dragons spleenes Haue sold their fortunes at their natiue homes Bearing their birth-rights proudly on their backs To make a hazard of new fortunes heere In briefe a brauer choyse of dauntlesse spirits Then now the English bottomes haue waft o're Did neuer flote vpon the swelling tide To doe offence and scathe in Christendome The interruption of their churlish drums Cuts off more circumstance they are at hand Drum beats To parlie or to fight therefore prepare Kin. How much vnlook'd for is this expedition Aust By how much vnexpected by so much We must awake indeuor for defence For courage mounteth with occasion Let them be welcome then we are prepar'd Enter K. of England Bastard Queene Blanch Pembroke and others K. Iohn Peace be to France If France in peace permit Our iust and lineall entrance to our owne If not bleede France and peace ascend to heauen Whiles we Gods wrathfull agent doe correct Their proud contempt that beats his peace to heauen Fran. Peace be to England if that warre returne From France to England there to liue in peace England we loue and for that Englands sake With burden of our armor heere we sweat This toyle of ours should be a worke of thine But thou from louing England art so farre That thou hast vnder-wrought his lawfull King Cut off the sequence of posterity Out-faced Infant State and done a rape Vpon the maiden vertue of the Crowne Looke heere vpon thy brother Geffreyes face These eyes these browes were moulded out of his This little abstract doth containe that large Which died in Gâ—ffrey and
the hand of time Shall draw this breefe into as huge a volume That Geffrey was thy elder brother borne And this his sonne England was Geffreys right And this is Geffreyes in the name of God How comes it then that thou art call'd a King When liuing blood doth in these temples beat Which owe the crowne that thou ore-masterest K. Iohn From whom hast thou this great commission To draw my answer from thy Articles Fra. FroÌ„ that supernal Iudge that stirs good thoughts France In any beast of strong authoritie To looke into the blots and staines of right That Iudge hath made me guardian to this boy Vnder whose warrant I impeach thy wrong And by whose helpe I meane to chastise it K. Iohn Alack thou dost vsurpe authoritie Fran. Excuse it is to beat vsurping downe Queen Who is it thou dost call vsurper France Const Let me make answer thy vsurping sonne Queen Out insolent thy bastard shall be King That thou maist be a Queen and checke the world Con. My bed was euer to thy sonne as true As thine was to thy husband and this boy Liker in feature to his father Geffrey Then thou and Iohn in manners being as like As raine to water or deuill to his damme My boy a bastard by my soule I thinke His father neuer was so true begot It cannot be and if thou wert his mother Queen There 's a good mother boy that blots thy father Const There 's a good grandame boy That would blot thee Aust Peace Bast Heare the Cryer Aust What the deuill art thou Bast One that wil play the deuill sir with you And a may catch your hide and you alone You are the Hare of whom the Prouerb goes Whose valour plucks dead Lyons by the beard I le smoake your skin-coat and I catch you right Sirra looke too 't yfaith I will yfaith Blan. O well did he become that Lyons robe That did disrobe the Lion of that robe Bast It lies as sightly on the backe of him As great Alcides shooes vpon an Asse But Asse I le take that burthen from your backe Or lay on that shall make your shoulders cracke Aust What cracker is this same that deafes our eares With this abundance of superfluous breath King Lewis determine what we shall doe strait Lew. Women fooles breake off your conference King Iohn this is the very summe of all England and Ireland Angiers Toraine Maine In right of Arthur doe I claime of thee Wilt thou resigne them and lay downe thy Armes Iohn My life as soone I doe defie thee France Arthur of Britaine yeeld thee to my hand And out of my deere loue I le giue thee more Then ere the coward hand of France can win Submit thee boy Queen Come to thy grandame child Coâ—s Doe childe goe to yt grandame childe Giue grandame kingdome and it grandame will Giue yt a plum a cherry and a figge There 's a good grandame Arthur Good my mother peace I would that I were low laid in my graue I am not worth this coyle that 's made for me Qu. Mo. His mother shames him so poore boy hee weepes Con. Now shame vpon you where she does or no His granâ—ames wrongs and not his mothers shames Drawes those heauen-mouing pearles froÌ„ his poor eies Which heauen shall take in nature of a fee I with these Christall beads heauen shall be brib'd To doe him Iustice and reuenge on you Qu. Thou monstrous slanderer of heauen and earth Con. Thou monstrous of Iniurer of heauen and earth Call not me slanderer thou and thine vsurpe The Dominations Royalties and rights Of this oppressed boy this is thy eldest sonnes sonne Infortunate in nothing but in thee Thy sinnes are visited in this poore childe The Canon of the Law is laide on him Being but the second generation Remoued from thy sinne-conceiuing wombe Iohn Bedlâ— haue done Con. I haue but this to say That he is not onely plagued for her sin But God hath made her sinne and her the plague On this remoued issue plagued for her And with her plague her sinne his iniury Her iniurie the Beadle to her sinne All punish'd 〈◊〉 the person of this childe And all for her a plague vpon her Que. Thou vnaduised scold I can produce A Will that barres the title of thy sonne Con. I who doubts that a Will a wicked will A womans will a cankred Grandams will Fra. Peace Lady pause or be more temperate It ill beseemes this presence to cry ayme To these ill-tuned repetitions Some Trumpet summon hither to the walles These men of Angiers let vs heare them speake Whose title they admit Arthurs or Iohns Trumpet sounds Enter a Citizen vpon the walles Cit. Who is it that hath warn'd vs to the walles Fra. 'T is France for England Iohn England for it selfe You men of Angiers and my louing subiects Fra. You louing men of Angiers Arthurs subiects Our Trumpet call'd you to this gentle parle Iohn For our aduantage therefore heare vs first These flagges of France that are aduanced heere Before the eye and prospect of your Towne Haue hither march'd to your endamagement The Canons haue their bowels full of wrath And ready mounted are they to spit forth Their Iron indignation ' gainst your walles All preparation for a bloody siedge And merciles proceeding by these French Comfort yours Citties eies your winking gates And but for our approch those sleeping stones That as a waste doth girdle you about By the compulsion of their Ordinance By this time from their fixed beds of lime Had bin dishabited and wide hauocke made For bloody power to rush vppon your peace But on the sight of vs your lawfull King Who painefully with much expedient march Haue brought a counter-cheeke before your gates To saue vnscratch'd your Citties threatned cheekes Behold the French amaz'd vouchsafe a parle And now insteed of bulletts wrapt in fire To make a shaking feuer in your walles They shoote but calme words folded vp in smoake To make a faithlesse errour in your eares Which trust accordingly kinde Cittizens And let vs in Your King whose labour'd spirits Fore-wearied in this action of swift speede Craues harbourage within your Citie walles France When I haue saide make answer to vs both Loe in this right hand whose protection Is most diuinely vow'd vpon the right Of him it holds stands yong Plâ—tagenâ—s Sonne to the elder brother of this man And King ore him and all that he enioyes For this downe-troden equity we tread In warlike march these greenes before your Towne Being no further enemy to you Then the constraint of hospitable zeale In the releefe of this oppressed childe Religiously prouokes Be pleased then To pay that dutie which you truly owe To him that owes it namely this yong Prince And then our Armes like to a muzled Beare Saue in aspect hath all offence seal'd vp Our Cannons malice vainly shall be spent Against th' involuerable clouds of heauen And with a blessed and