in my life did looke on him North. Then learne to know him now this is the Duke Percie My gracious Lord I tender you my seruice Such as it is being render raw and young Which elder dayes shall ripen and confirme To more approued seruice and desert Bull. I thanke thee gentle Percie and be sure I count my selfe in nothing else so happy As in a Soule remembring my good Friends And as my Fortune ripens with thy Loue It shall be still thy true Loues recompence My Heart this Couenant makes my Hand thus seales it North. How farre is it to Barkely and what stirre Keepes good old Yorke there with his Men of Warre Percie There stands the Castle by yond tuft of Trees Mann'd with three hundred men as I haue heard And in it are the Lords of Yorke Barkely and Seymor None else of Name and noble estimate Enter Rosse aâ—d Willoughby North. Here con nâ— the Lords of Rosse and Willoughby Bloody with spurring siâ— red with hasle Bull. Welcome my Lords I wot your loue pursues A banisht Pray◠〈◊〉 my Treasurie 〈◊〉 that vasel 〈…〉 which more enrichâ—d Shall be your loue and lab was recompence Râ— Your presence makes vs rich most Noble Lord. 〈◊〉 And sure surmounts our labour to attaine it 〈◊〉 Euermore thankes th' Exchequer of the poore Which till my infant-fortune comes to yeeres Stands for my Bountie but who comes here Enter Barkely North. It is my Lord of Barkely as I ghesse Bark My Lord of Hereford my Message is to you Bull. My Lord my Answere is to Lancaster And I am come to seeke that Name in England And I must finde that Title in your Tongue Before I make reply to aught you say Bark Mistake me not my Lord 't is not my meaning To raze one Title of your Honor out To you my Lord I come what Lord you will From the most glorious of this Land The Duke of Yorke to know what pricks you on To take aduantage of the absent time And fright our Natiue Peace with selfe-borne Armes Enter Yorke Bull. I shall not need transport my words by you Here comes his Grace in Person My Noble Vnckle York Shew me thy humble heart and not thy knee Whose dutie is deceiuable and false Bull. My gracious Vnckle York Tut tut Grace me no Grace nor Vnckle me I am no Traytors Vnckle and that word Grace In an vngracious mouth is but prophane Why haue these banish'd and forbidden Legges Dar'd once to touch a Dust of Englands Ground But more then why why haue they dar'd to march So many miles vpon her peacefull Bosome Frighting her pale-fac'd Villages with Warre And oftentation of despised Armes Com'st thou because th' anoynted King is hence Why foolish Boy the King is left behind And in my loyall Bosome lyes his power Were I buâ— now the Lord of such hot youth Aâ— when braue Gaunt thy Father and my selfe Rescued the Black Prince that yong Mars of men From forth the Rankes of many thousand French Oh then how quickly should this Arme of mine Now Prisoner to the Palsie chastise thee And minister correction to thy Fault Bull. My gracious Vnckle let me know my Fault On what Condition stands it and wherein York Euen in Condition of the worst degree In grosse Rebellion and detested Treason Thou art a banish'd man and here art come Before th' expiration of thy time In brauing Atmâ—s against thy Soueraigne Bull. As I was banish'd I was banish'd Hereford But as I come I come for Lancaster And Noble Vnckle I beseech your Grace Looke on my Wrongs with an indifferent eye You are my Father for me thinkes in you I see old Gaunt aliue Oh then my Father Will you permit that I shall stand condemn'd A wandring Vagabond my Rights and Royalties Pluckt from my armes â—erforce and giuen away To vpstart Vnthrifts Wherefore was I borne If that my Cousin King be King of England It must be graunted I am Duke of Lancaster You haue a Sonne Aumerle my Noble Kinsman Had you first died and he beene thus trod downe He should haue found his Vnckle Gaunt a Father To rowze his Wrongs and chase them to the bay I am denyde to sue my Liuerie here And yet my Letters Patents giue me leaue My Fathers goods are all distraynd and sold And these and all are all amisse imployd What would you haue me doe I am a Subiect And challenge Law Attorneyes are deny'd me And therefore personally I lay my claime To my Inheritance of free Discent North. The Noble Duke hath been too much abus'd Ross It stands your Grace vpon to doe him right Willo Base men by his endowments are made great York My Lords of England let me tell you this I haue had feeling of my Cosens Wrongs And labour'd all I could to doe him right But in this kind to come in brauing Armes Be his owne Caruer and cut out his way To find out Right with Wrongs it may not be And you that doe abett him in this kind Cherâ—sh Rebellion and are Rebels all North. The Noble Duke hath sworne his comming is But for his owne and for the right of that Wee all haue strongly sworne to giue him ayd And let him neu'r see Ioy that breakes that Oath York Well well I see the issue of these Armes I cannot mend it I must needes confesse Because my power is weake and all ill left But if I could by him that gaue me life I would attach you all and make you stoope Vnto the Soueraigne Mercy of the King But since I cannot be it knowne to you I doe remaine as Neuter So fare you well Vnlesse you please to enter in the Castle And there repose you for this Night Bull. An offer Vnckle that wee will accept But wee must winne your Grace to goe with vs To Bristow Castle which they say is held By Bushie Bagot and their Complices The Caterpillers of the Commonwealth Which I haue sworne to weed and plucke away York It may be I will go with you but yet I le pawse For I am loth to breake our Countries Lawes Nor Friends nor Foes to me welcome you are Things past redresse are now with me past care Exeunt Scoena Quarta Enter Salisbury and a Captaine Capt. My Lord of Salisbury we haue stayd ten dayes And hardly kept our Countreymen together And yet we heare no tidings from the King Therefore we will disperse our selues farewell Sal. Stay yet another day thou trustie Welchman The King reposeth all his confidence in thee Capt. 'T is thought the King is dead we will not stay The Bay-trees in our Countrey all are wither'd And Meteors fright the fixed Starres of Heauen The pale-fac'd Moone lookes bloody on the Earth And leane-look'd Prophets whisper fearefull change Rich men looke sad and Ruffians dance and leape The one in feare to loose what they enioy The other to enioy by Rage and Warre These signes fore-run the death of Kings Farewell our Countreymen
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
our oppression hath made vp this league Arme arme you heauens against these periur'd Kings A widdow cries be husband to me heauens Let not the howres of this vngodly day Weare out the daies in Peace but ere Sun-set Set armed discord 'twixt these periur'd Kings Heare me Oh heare me Aust Lady Constance peace Const War war no peace peace is to me a warre O Lymoges O Austria thou dost shame That bloudy spoyle thou slaue thou wretch y u coward Thou little valiant great in villanie Thou euer strong vpon the stronger side Thou Fortunes Champion that do'st neuer fight But when her humourous Ladiship is by To teach thee safety thou art periur'd too And sooth'st vp greatnesse What a foole art thou A ramping foole to brag and stamp and sweare Vpon my partie thou cold blooded slaue Hast thou not spoke like thunder on my side Beene sworne my Souldier bidding me depend Vpon thy starres thy fortune and thy strength And dost thou now fall ouer to my foes Thou weare a Lyons hide doff it for shame And hang a Calues skin on those recreant limbes Aus O that a man should speake those words to me Phil. And hang a Calues-skin on those recreant limbs Aus Thou dar'st not say so villaine for thy life Phil. And hang a Calues-skin on those recreant limbs Iohn We like not this thou dost forget thy selfe Enter Pandulph Fra. Heere comes the holy Legat of the Pope Pan. Haile you annointed deputies of heauen To thee King Iohn my holy errand is I Pandulph of faire Millane Cardinall And from Pope Innocent the Legate heere Doe in his name religiously demand Why thou against the Church our holy Mother So wilfully dost spurne and force perforce Keepe Stephen Langton chosen Arshbishop Of Canterbury from that holy Sea This in our foresaid holy Fathers name Pope Innocent I doe demand of thee Iohn What earthie name to Interrogatories Can tast the free breath of a sacred King Thou canst not Cardinall deuise a name So slight vnworthy and ridiculous To charge me to an answere as the Pope Tell him this tale and from the mouth of England Adde thus much more that no Italian Priest Shall tythe or toll in our dominions But as we vnder heauen are supreame head So vnder him that great supremacy Where we doe reigne we will alone vphold Without th' assistance of a mortall hand So tell the Pope all reuerence set apart To him and his vsurp'd authoritie Fra. Brother of England you blaspheme in this Iohn Though you and all the Kings of Christendom Are led so grossely by this medling Priest Dreading the curse that money may buy out And by the merit of vilde gold drosse dust Purchase corrupted pardon of a man Who in that sale sels pardon from himselfe Though you and al the rest so grossely led This iugling witchcraft with reuennue cherish Yet I alone alone doe me oppose Against the Pope and count his friends my foes Pand. Then by the lawfull power that I haue Thou shalt stand curst and excommunicate And blessed shall he be that doth reuolt From his Allegeance to an heretique And meritorious shall that hand be call'd Canonized and worship'd as a Saint That takes away by any secret course Thy hatefull life Con. O lawfull let it be That I haue roome with Rome to curse a while Good Father Cardinall cry thou Amen To my keene curses for without my wrong There is no tongue hath power to curse him right Pan. There 's Law and Warrant Lady for my curse Cons And for mine too when Law can do no right Let it be lawfull that Law barre no wrong Law cannot giue my childe his kingdome heere For he that holds his Kingdome holds the Law Therefore since Law it selfe is perfect wrong How can the Law forbid my tongue to curse Pand. Philip of France on perill of a curse Let goe the hand of that Arch-heretique And raise the power of France vpon his head Vnlesse he doe submit himselfe to Rome Elea. Look'st thou pale France do not let go thy hand Con. Looke to that Deuill lest that France repent And by disioyning hands hell lose a soule Aust King Philip listen to the Cardinall Bast And hang a Calues-skin on his recreant limbs Aust Well ruffian I must pocket vp these wrongs Because Bast Your breeches best may carry them Iohn Philip what saist thou to the Cardinall Con. What should he say but as the Cardinall Dolph Bethinke you father for the difference Is purchase of a heauy curse from Rome Or the light losse of England for a friend Forgoe the easier Bla. Thatâ—s the curse of Rome Con. O Lewis stand fast the deuill tempts thee heere In likenesse of a new vntrimmed Bride Bla. The Lady Constance speakes not from her faith But from her need Con. Oh if thou grant my need Which onely liues but by the death of faith That need must needs inferre this principle That faith would liue againe by death of need O then tread downe my need and faith mounts vp Keepe my need vp and faith is trodden downe Iohn The king is moud and answers not to this Con. O be remou'd from him and answere well Aust Doe so king Philip hang no more in doubt Bast Hang nothing but a Calues skin most sweet lout Fra. I am perplext and know not what to say Pan. What canst thou say but wil perplex thee more If thou stand excommunicate and curst Fra. Good reuerend father make my person yours And tell me how you would bestow your selfe This royall hand and mine are newly knit And the coniunction of our inward soules Married in league coupled and link'd together With all religous strength of sacred vowes The latest breath that gaue the sound of words Was deepe-sworne faith peace amity true loue Betweene our kingdomes and our royall selues And euen before this truce but new before No longer then we well could wash our hands To clap this royall bargaine vp of peace Heauen knowes they were besmear'd and ouer-staind With slaughters pencill where reuenge did paint The fearefull difference of incensed kings And shall these hands so lately purg'd of bloud So newly ioyn'd in loue so strong in both Vnyoke this seysure and this kinde regreete Play fast and loose with faith so iest with heauen Make such vnconstant children of our selues As now againe to snatch our palme from palme Vn-sweare faith sworne and on the marriage bed Of smiling peace to march a bloody hoast And make a ryot on the gentle brow Of true sincerity O holy Sir My reuerend father let it not be so Out of your grace deuise ordaine impose Some gentle order and then we shall be blest To doe your pleasure and continue friends Pand. All forme is formelesse Order orderlesse Saue what is opposite to Englands loue Therefore to Armes be Champion of our Church Or let the Church our mother breathe her curse A mothers curse on her reuolting sonne France thou maist hold a serpent by
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
As that vngentle gull the Cuckowes Bird Vseth the Sparrow did oppresse our Nest Grew by our Feeding to so great a bulke That euen our Loue durst not come neere your sight For feare of swallowing But with nimble wing We were inforc'd for safety sake to flye Out of your sight and raise this present Head Whereby we stand opposed by such meanes As you your selfe haue forg'd against your selfe By vnkinde vsage dangerous countenance And violation of all faith and troth Sworne to vs in yonger enterprize Kin. These things indeede you haue articulated Proclaim'd at Market Crosses read in Churches To face the Garment of Rebellion With some fine colour that may please the eye Of fickle Changelings and poore Discontents Which gape and rub the Elbow at the newes Of hurly burly Innouation And neuer yet did Insurrection want Such water-colours to impaint his cause Nor moody Beggars staruing for a time Of pell-mell hauocke and confusion Prin. In both our Armies there is many a soule Shall pay full dearely for this encounter If once they ioyne in triall Tell your Nephew The Prince of Wales doth ioyne with all the world In praise of Henry Percie By my Hopes This present enterprize set off his head I do not thinke a brauer Gentleman More actiue valiant or more valiant yong More daring or more bold is now aliue To grace this latter Age with Noble deeds For my part I may speake it to my shame I haue a Truant beene to Chiualry And so I heare he doth account me too Yet this before my Fathers Maiesty I am content that he shall take the oddes Of his great name and estimation And will to saue the blood on either side Try fortune with him in a Single Fight King And Prince of Wales so dare we venter thee Albeit considerations infinite Do make against it No good Worster no We loue our people well euen those we loue That are â—sled vpon your Cousins part And will they take the offer of our Grace Both he and they and you yea euery man Shall be my Friend againe and I le be his So tell your Cousin and bring me word What he will do But if he will not yeeld Rebuke and dread correction waite on vs And they shall do their Office So bee gone We will not now be troubled with reply We offer faire take it aduisedly Exit Worcester Prin. It will not be accepted on my life The Dowglas and the Hotspurre both together Are confident against the world in Armes King Hence therefore euery Leader to his charge For on their answer will we set on them And God befriend vs as our cause is iust Exeunt Manet Prince and Falstaffe Fal. Hal if thou see me downe in the battell And bestride me so 't is a point of friendship Prin. Nothing but a Colossus can do thee that frendship Say thy prayers and farewell Fal. I would it were bed time Hal and all well Prin. Why thou ow'st heauen a death Falst 'T is not due yet I would bee loath to pay him before his day What neede I bee so forward with him that call's not on me Well 't is no matter Honor prickes me on But how if Honour pricke me off when I come on How then Can Honour set too a legge No or an arme No Or take away the greefe of a wound No. Honour hath no skill in Surgerie then No. What is Honour A word What is that word Honour Ayre A trim reckoning Who hath it He that dy'de a Wednesday Doth he feele it No. Doth hee heare it No. Is it insensible then yea to the dead But wil it not liue with the liuing No. Why Detraction wil not suffer it therfore I le none of it Honour is a meere Scutcheon and so ends my Catechisme Exit Scena Secunda Enter Worcester and Sir Richard Vernon Wor. O no my Nephew must not know Sir Richard The liberall kinde offer of the King Ver. 'T were best he did Wor. Then we are all vndone It is not possible it cannot be The King would keepe his word in louing vs He will suspect vs still and finde a time To punish this offence in others faults Supposition all our liues shall be stucke full of eyes For Treason is but trusted like the Foxe Who ne're so tame so cherisht and lock'd vp Will haue a wilde tricke of his Ancestors Looke how he can or sad or merrily Interpretation will misquote our lookes And we shall feede like Oxen at a stall The better cherisht still the nearer death My Nephewes trespasse may be well forgot It hath the excuse of youth and heate of blood And an adopted name of Priuiledge A haire-brain'd Hotspurre gouern'd by a Spleene All his offences liue vpon my head And on his Fathers We did traine him on And his corruption being tane from vs We as the Spring of all shall pay for all Therefore good Cousin let not Harry know In any case the offer of the King Ver. Deliuer what you will I le say 't is so Heere comes your Cosin Enter Hotspurre Hot. My Vnkle is return'd Deliuer vp my Lord of Westmerland Vnkle what newe Wor. The King will bid you battell presently Dow. Defie him by the Lord of Westmerland Hot. Lord Dowglas Go you and tell him so Dow. Marry and shall and verie willingly Exit Dowglas Wor. There is no seeming mercy in the King Hot. Did you begge any God forbid Wor. I told him gently of our greeuances Of his Oath-breaking which he mended thus By now forswearing that he is forsworne He cals vs Rebels Traitors and will scourge With haughty armes this hatefull name in vs. Enter Dowglas Dow. Arme Gentlemen to Armes for I haue thrown A braue defiance in King Henries teeth And Westmerland that was ingag'd did beare it Which cannot choose but bring him quickly on Wor. The Prince of Wales stept forth before the king And Nephew challeng'd you to single fight Hot. O would the quarrell lay vpon our heads And that no man might draw short breath to day But I and Harry Monmouth Tell me tell mee How shew'd his Talking Seem'd it in contempt Ver. No by my Soule I neuer in my life Did heare a Challenge vrg'd more modestly Vnlesse a Brother should a Brother dare To gentle exercise and proofe of Armes He gaue you all the Duties of a Man Trimm'd vp your praises with a Princely tongue Spoke your deseruings like a Chronicle Making you euer better then his praise By still dispraising praise valew'd with you And which became him like a Prince indeed He made a blushing citall of himselfe And chid his Trewant youth with such a Grace As if he mastred there a double spirit Of teaching and of learning instantly There did he pause But let me tell the World If he out-liue the enuie of this day England did neuer owe so sweet a hope So much misconstrued in his Wantonnesse Hot. Cousin I thinke thou art enamored On his Follies neuer did I
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
Title to the Crowne of France Hugh Capet also who vsurpt the Crowne Of Charles the Duke of Loraine sole Heire male Of the true Line and Stock of Charles the Great To find his Title with some shewes of truth Though in pure truth it was corrupt and naught Conuey'd himselfe as th' Heire to th' Lady Lingare Daughter to Charlemaine who was the Sonne To Lewes the Emperour and Lewes the Sonne Of Charles the Great also King Lewes the Tenth Who was sole Heire to the Vsurper Capet Could not keepe quiet in his conscience Wearing the Crowne of France 'till satisfied That faire Queene Isabel his Grandmother Was Lineall of the Lady Ermengare Daughter to Charles the foresaid Duke of Loraine By the which Marriage the Lyne of Charles the Great Was re-vnited to the Crowne of France So that as cleare as is the Summers Sunne King Pepins Title and Hugh Capets Clayme King Lewes his satisfaction all appeare To hold in Right and Title of the Female So doe the Kings of France vnto this day Howbeit they would hold vp this Salique Law To barre your Highnesse clayming from the Female And rather chuse to hide them in a Net Then amply to imbarre their crooked Titles Vsurpt from you and your Progenitors King May I with right and conscience make this claim Bish Cant. The sinne vpon my head dread Soueraigne For in the Booke of Numbers is it writ When the man dyes let the Inheritance Descend vnto the Daughter Gracious Lord Stand for your owne vnwind your bloody Flagge Looke back into your mightie Ancestors Goe my dread Lord to your great Grandsires Tombe From whom you clayme inuoke his Warlike Spirit And your Great Vnckles Edward the Black Prince Who on the French ground play'd a Tragedie Making defeat on the full Power of France Whiles his most mightie Father on a Hill Stood smiling to behold his Lyons Whelpe Forrage in blood of French Nobilitie O Noble English that could entertaine With halfe their Forces the full pride of France And let another halfe stand laughing by All out of worke and cold for action Bish Awake remembrance of these valiant dead And with your puissant Arme renew their Feats You are their Heire you sit vpon their Throne The Blood and Courage that renowned them Runs in your Veines and my thrice-puissant Liege Is in the very May-Morne of his Youth Ripe for Exploits and mightie Enterprises Exe. Your Brother Kings and Monarchs of the Earth Doe all expect that you should rowse your selfe As did the former Lyons of your Blood West They know your Grace hath cause and means and might So hath your Highnesse neuer King of England Had Nobles richer and more loyall Subiects Whose hearts haue left their bodyes here in England And lye pauillion'd in the fields of France Bish Can. O let their bodyes follow my deare Liege With Bloods and Sword and Fire to win your Right In ayde whereof we of the Spiritualtie Will rayse your Highnesse such a mightie Summe As neuer did the Clergie at one time Bring in to any of your Ancestors King We must not onely arme t' inuade the French But lay downe our proportions to defend Against the Scot who will make roade vpon vs With all aduantages Bish Can. They of those Marches gracious Soueraign Shall be a Wall sufficient to defend Our in-land from the pilfering Borderers King We do not meane the coursing snatchers onely But feare the maine intendment of the Scot Who hath been still a giddy neighbour to vs For you shall reade that my great Grandfather Neuer went with his forces into France But that the Scot on his vnfurnisht Kingdome Came pouring like the Tyde into a breach With ample and brim fulnesse of his force Galling the gleaned Land with hot Assayes Girding with grieuous siege Castles and Townes That England being emptie of defence Hath shooke and trembled at th' ill neighbourhood B. Can. She hath bin thē more fear'd thē harm'd my Liege For heare her but exampl'd by her selfe When all her Cheualrie hath been in France And shee a mourning Widdow of her Nobles Shee hath her selfe not onely well defended But taken and impounded as a Stray The King of Scots whom shee did send to France To fill King Edwards fame with prisoner Kings And make their Chronicle as rich with prayse As is the Owse and bottome of the Sea With sunken Wrack and sum-lesse Treasuries Bish Ely But there 's a saying very old and true If that you will France win then with Scotland first begin For once the Eagle England being in prey To her vnguarded Nest the Weazell Scot Comes sneaking and so sucks her Princely Egges Playing the Mouse in absence of the Cat To tame and hauocke more then she can eate Exet. It followes then the Cat must stay at home Yet that is but a crush'd necessity Since we haue lockes to safegard necessaries And pretty traps to catch the petty theeues While that the Armed hand doth fight abroad Th' aduised head defends it selfe at home For Gouernment though high and low and lower Put into parts doth keepe in one consent Congreeing in a full and natural close Like Musicke Cant. Therefore doth heauen diuide The state of man in diuers functions Setting endeuour in continual motion To which is fixed as an ayme or butt Obedience for so worke the Hony Bees Creatures that by a rule in Nature teach The Act of Order to a peopled Kingdome They haue a King and Officers of sorts Where some like Magistrates correct at home Others like Merchants venter Trade abroad Others like Souldiers armed in their stings Make boote vpon the Summer Veluet buddes Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the Tent-royal of their Emperor Who busied in his Maiesties surueyes The singing Masons building roofes of Gold The ciuil Citizens kneading vp the hony The poore Mechanicke Porters crowding in Their heauy burthens at his narrow gate The sad-ey'd Iustice with his surly humme Deliuering ore to Executors pale The lazie yawning Drone I this inferre That many things hauing full reference To one consent may worke contrariously As many Arrowes loosed seuerall wayes Come to one marke as many wayes meet in one towne As many fresh streames meet in one salt sea As many Lynes close in the Dials center So may a thousand actions once a foote And in one purpose and be all well borne Without defeat Therefore to France my Liege Diuide your happy England into foure Whereof take you one quarter into France And you withall shall make all Gallia shake If we with thrice such powers left at home Cannot defend our owne doores from the dogge Let vs be worried and our Nation lose The name of hardinesse and policie King Call in the Messengers sent from the Dolphin Now are we well resolu'd and by Gods helpe And yours the noble sinewes of our power France being ours wee 'l bend it to our Awe Or breake it all to peeces Or there wee 'l sit Ruling in
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
slaughter-men What say you Will you yeeld and this auoyd Or guiltie in defence be thus destroy'd Enter Gouernour Gouer. Our expectation hath this day an end The Dolphin whom of Succours we entreated Returnes vs that his Powers are yet not ready To rayse so great a Siege Therefore great King We yeeld our Towne and Liues to thy soft Mercy Enter our Gates dispose of vs and ours For we no longer are defensible King Open your Gates Come Vnckle Exeter Goe you and enter Harflew there remaine And fortifie it strongly ' gainst the French Vse mercy to them all for vs deare Vnckle The Winter comming on and Sicknesse growing Vpon our Souldiers we will retyre to Calis To night in Harflew will we be your Guest To morrow for the March are we addrest Flourish and enter the Towne Enter Katherine and an old Gentlewoman Kathe. Alice tu as este en Augleterre tu bien parlas le Language Alice En peu Madame Kath. Ie te prie m'ensigniez il faut que ie apprend a parlen Comient appelle vous le main en Anglois Alice Le main il appelle de Hand Kath. De Hand Alice Ele doyts Kat. Le doyts ma foy Ie oublie e doyt mays ie me souemeray le doyts ie pense qu'ils ont appelle de fingres on de fingres Alice Le main de Hand le doyts le Fingres ie pense que ie suis le bon escholier Kath. I' ay gaynie diux mots d' Anglois vistement coment appelle vous le ongles Alice Le ongles les appellons de Nayles Kath. De Nayles escoute dites moy si ie parle bien de Hand de Fingres e de Nayles Alice Cest bien dict Madame il fort bon Anglois Kath. Dites moy l' Anglois pour le bras Alice De Arme Madame Kath. E de coudee Alice D' Elbow Kath. D' Elbow Ie men fay le repiticio de touts les mots que vous maves apprins des a present Alice Il trop difficile Madame comme Ie pense Kath. Excuse moy Alice escoute d' Hand de Fingre de Nayles d' Arma de Bilbow Alice D' Elbow Madame Kath. O Seigneur Dieu ie men oublie d' Elbow coment appelle vous le col Alice De Nick Madame Kath. De Nick e le menton Alice De Chin. Kath. De Sin le col de Nick le menton de Sin Alice Ouy Sauf vostre honneur en verite vous pronouncies les mots ausi droict que le Natifs d' Angleterre Kath. Ie ne doute point d' apprendre par de grace de Dieu en peu de temps Alice N' aue vos y desia oublie ce que ie vous a enfignie Kath. Nome ie recitera a vous promptement d' Hand de Fingre de Maylees Alice De Nayles Madame Kath. De Nayles de Arme de Ilbow Alice Sans vostre honeus d' Elbow Kath. Ainsi de ie d' Elbow de Nick de Sin coment appelle vous les pied de roba Alice Le Foot Madame le Count. Kath. Le Foot le Count O Seignieur Dieu il sont le mots de son mauvais corruptible grosse impudique non pour lo Dames de Honeur d' vser le ne voudray pronouncer ce mots deuant le Seigneurs de France pour toute le monde fo le Foot le Count neant moys Ie recitera vn autrefoys ma lecon ensembe d' Hand de Fingre de Nayles d' Arme d' Elbow de Nick de Sin de Foot le Count. Alice Excellent Madame Kath. C ' est asses pour vne foyes alons nous a diner Exit Enter the King of France the Dolphin the Constable of France and others King 'T is certaine he hath past the Riuer Some Const And if he be not fought withall my Lord Let vs not liue in France let vs quit all And giue our Vineyards to a barbarous People Dolph O Dieu viuant Shall a few Sprayes of vs The emptying of our Fathers Luxurie Our Syens put in wilde and sauage Stock Spirt vp so suddenly into the Clouds And ouer-looke their Grafters Brit. Normans but bastard Normans Norman bastards Mort du mavie if they march along Vnfought withall but I will sell my Dukedome To buy a slobbry and a durtie Farme In that nooke-shotten I le of Albion Const Dieu de Battailes where haue they this mettell Is not their Clymate foggy raw and dull On whom as in despight the Sunne lookes pale Killing their Fruit with frownes Can sodden Water A Drench for sur-reyn'd â—ades their Baâ—ly broth Decoct their cold blood to such valiant heat And shall our quick blood spirited with Wine Seeme frostie O for honor of our Land Let vs not hang like roping Isyckles Vpon our Houses Thatch whiles a more frostie People Sweat drops of gallant Youth in our rich fields Poore we call them in their Natiue Lords Dolphin By Faith and Honor Our Madames mock at vs and plainely say Our Mettell is bred out and they will giue Their bodyes to the Lust of English Youth To new-store France with Bastard Warriors Brit. They bid vs to the English Dancing-Schooles And teach Lauolta's high and swift Carranto's Saying our Grace is onely in our Heeles And that we are most loftie Run-awayes King Where is Montioy the Herald speed him hence Let him greet England with our sharpe defiance Vp Princes and with spirit of Honor edged More sharper then your Swords high to the field Charles Delabreth High Constable of France You Dukes of Orleance Burbon and of Berry Alanson Brabant Bar and Burgonic Iaques Chattillion Rambures Vandemont Beumont Grand Free Roussi and Faulconbridge Loys Lestrale Bouciquall and Charaloyes High Dukes great Princes Barons Lords and Kings For your great Seats now quit you of great shames Barre Harry England that sweepes through our Land With Penons painted in the blood of Haâ—flew Rush on his Hoast as doth the melted Snow Vpon the Valleyes whose low Vassall Seat The Alpes doth spit and void his rhewme vpon Goe downe vpon him you haue Power enough And in a Captiue Chariot into Roan Bring him our Prisoner Const. This becomes the Great Sorry am I his numbers are so few His Souldiers sick and famisht in their March For I am sure when he shall see our Army Hee 'le drop his heart into the sinck of feare And for atchieuement offer vs his Ransome King Therefore Lord Constable hast on Montioy And let him say to England that we send To know what willing Ransome he will giue Prince Dolphin you shall stay with vs in Roan Dolph Not so I doe beseech your Maiestie King Be patient for you shall remaine with vs. Now forth Lord Constable and Princes all And quickly bring vs word of Englands fall Exeunt Enter Captaines English and Welch Gower and Fluellen Gower How now Captaine Fluellen come
your Tents Const Who hath measur'd the ground Mess The Lord Grandpree Const A valiant and most expert Gentleman Would it were day Alas poore Harry of England hee longs not for the Dawning as wee doe Orleance What a wretched and peeuish fellow is this King of England to mope with his fat-brain'd followers so farre out of his knowledge Const If the English had any apprehension they would runne away Orleance That they lack for if their heads had any intellectuall Armour they could neuer weare such heauie Head-pieces Ramb. That Iland of England breedes very valiant Creatures their Mastiffes are of vnmatchable courage Orleance Foolish Curres that runne winking into the mouth of a Russian Beare and haue their heads crusht like rotten Apples you may as well say that 's a valiant Flea that dare eate his breakefast on the Lippe of a Lyon Const Iust iust and the men doe sympathize with the Mastiffes in robustious and rough comming on leauing their Wits with their Wiues and then giue them great Meales of Beefe and Iron and Steele they will eate like Wolues and fight like Deuils Orleance I but these English are shrowdly out of Beefe Const. Then shall we finde to morrow they haue only stomackes to eate and none to fight Now is it time to arme come shall we about it Orleance It is now two a Clock but let me see by ten Wee shall haue each a hundred English men Exeunt Actus Tertius Chorus Now entertaine coniecture of a time When creeping Murmure and the poring Darke Fills the wide Vessell of the Vniuerse From Camp to Camp through the foule Womb of Night The Humme of eyther Army stilly sounds That the fixt Centinels almost receiue The secret Whispers of each others Watch. Fire answers fire and through their paly flames Each Battaile sees the others vmber'd face Steed threatens Steed in high and boastfull Neighs Piercing the Nights dull Eare and from the Tents The Armourers accomplishing the Knights With busie Hammers closing Riuets vp Giue dreadfull note of preparation The Countrey Cocks doe crow the Clocks doe towle And the third howre of drowsie Morning nam'd Prowd of their Numbers and secure in Soule The confident and ouer-lustie French Doe the low-rated English play at Dice And chide the creeple-tardy-gated Night Who like a foule and ougly Witch doth limpe So tediously away The poore condemned English Like Sacrifices by their watchfull Fires Sit patiently and inly ruminate The Mornings danger and their gesture sad Inuesting lanke-leane Cheekes and Warre-worne Coats Presented them vnto the gazing Moone So many horride Ghosts O now who will behold The Royall Captaine of this ruin'd Band Walking from Watch to Watch from Tent to Tent Let him cry Prayse and Glory on his head For forth he goes and visits all his Hoast Bids them good morrow with a modest Smyle And calls them Brothers Friends and Countreymen Vpon his Royall Face there is no note How dread an Army hath enrounded him Nor doth he dedicate one iot of Colour Vnto the wearie and all-watched Night But freshly lookes and ouer-beares Attaint With chearefull semblance and sweet Maiestie That euery Wretch pining and pale before Beholding him plucks comfort from his Lookes A Largesse vniuersall like the Sunne His liberall Eye doth giue to euery one Thawing cold feare that meane and gentle all Behold as may vnworthinesse define A little touch of Harry in the Night And so our Scene must to the Battaile flye Where O for pitty we shall much disgrace With foure or fiue most vile and ragged foyles Right ill dispos'd in brawle ridiculous The Name of Agincourt Yet sit and see Minding true things by what their Mock'ries bee Exit Enter the King Bedford and Gloucester King Gloster 't is true that we are in great danger The greater therefore should our Courage be God morrow Brother Bedford God Almightie There is some soule of goodnesse in things euill Would men obseruingly distill it out For our bad Neighbour makes vs early stirrers Which is both healthfull and good husbandry Besides they are our outward Consciences And Preachers to vs all admonishing That we should dresse vs fairely for our end Thus may we gather Honey from the Weed And make a Morall of the Diuell himselfe Enter Erpingham Good morrow old Sir Thomas Erpingham A good soft Pillow for that good white Head Were better then a churlish turfe of France Erping Not so my Liege this Lodging likes me better Since I may say now lye I like a King King 'T is good for men to loue their present paines Vpon example so the Spirit is eased And when the Mind is quickned out of doubt The Organs though defunct and dead before Breake vp their drowsie Graue and newly moue With casted slough and fresh legeritie Lend me thy Cloake Sir Thomas Brothers both Commend me to the Princes in our Campe Doe my good morrow to them and anon Desire them all to my Pauillion Gloster We shall my Liege Erping Shall I attend your Grace King No my good Knight Goe with my Brothers to my Lords of England I and my Bosome must debate a while And then I would no other company Erping The Lord in Heauen blesse thee Noble Harry Exeunt King God a mercy old Heart thou speak'st chearefully Enter Pistoll Pist Che vous la King A friend Pist Discusse vnto me art thou Officer or art thou base common and popular King I am a Gentleman of a Company Pist Trayl'st thou the puissant Pyke King Euen so what are you Pist As good a Gentleman as the Emperor King Then you are a better then the King Pist The King 's a Bawcock and a Heart of Gold a Lad of Life an Impe of Fame of Parents good of Fist most valiant I kisse his durtie shooe and from heart-string I loue the louely Bully What is thy Name King Harry le Roy. Pist Le Roy a Cornish Name art thou of Cornish Crew King No I am a Welchman Pist Know'st thou Fluellen King Yes Pist Tell him I le knock his Leeke about his Pate vpon S. Dauies day King Doe not you weare your Dagger in your Cappe that day least he knock that about yours Pist Art thou his friend King And his Kinsman too Pist The Figo for thee then King I thanke you God be with you Pist My name is Pistol call'd Exit King It sorts well with your fiercenesse Manet King Enter Fluellen and Gower Gower Captaine Fluellen Flu. ' So in the Name of Iesu Christ speake fewer it is the greatest admiration in the vniuersall World when the true and aunchient Prerogatifes and Lawes of the Warres is not kept if you would take the paines but to examine the Warres of Pompey the Great you shall finde I warrant you that there is no tiddle tadle nor pibble bable in Pompeyes Campe I warrant you you shall finde the Ceremonies of the Warres and the Cares of it and the Formes of it and the Sobrietie of it and the Modestie of it to
As we are now glad to behold your eyes Your eyes which hitherto haue borne In them against the French that met them in their bent The fatall Balls of murthering Basiliskes The venome of such Lookes we fairely hope Haue lost their qualitie and that this day Shall change all griefes and quarrels into loue Eng. To cry A men to that thus we appeare Quee. You English Princes all I doe salute you Burg. My dutie to you both on equall loue Great Kings of France and England that I haue labour'd With all my wits my paines and strong endeuors To bring your most Imperiall Maiesties Vnto this Barre and Royall enterview Your Mightinesse on both parts best can witnesse Since then my Office hath so farre preuayl'd That Face to Face and Royall Eye to Eye You haue congreeted let it not disgrace me If I demand before this Royall view What Rub or what Impediment there is Why that the naked poore and mangled Peace Deare Nourse of Arts Plentyes and ioyfull Births Should not in this best Garden of the World Our fertile France put vp her louely Visage Alas shee hath from France too long been chas'd And all her Husbandry doth lye on heapes Corrupting in it owne fertilitie Her Vine the merry chearer of the heart Vnpruned dyes her Hedges euen pleach'd Like Prisoners wildly ouer-growne with hayre Put forth disorder'd Twigs her fallow Leas The Darnell Hemlock and â—anke Femetary Doth tooâ— vpon while that the Culter rusts That should deâ—acinate such Sauagery The euen Meade that erst brought sweetly forth The freckled Cowslip Burnet and greene Clouer Wanting the Sythe withall vncorrected ranke Conceiues by idlenesse and nothing teemes But hatefull Docks rough Thistles Keksyes Burres Loosing both beautie and vtilitie And all our Vineyards Fallowes Meades and Hedges Defectiue in their natures grow to wildnesse Euen so our Houses and our selues and Children Haue lost or doe not learne for want of time The Sciences that should become our Countrey But grow like Sauages as Souldiers will That nothing doe but meditate on Blood To Swearing and sterne Lookes defus'd Attyre And euery thing that seemes vnnaturall Which to reduce into our former fauour You are assembled and my speech entreats That I may know the Let why gentle Peace Should not expell these inconueniences And blesse vs with her former qualities Eng. If Duke of Burgonie you would the Peace Whose want giues growth to th' imperfections Which you haue cited you must buy that Peace With full accord to all our iust demands Whose Tenures and particular effects You haue enschedul'd briefely in your hands Burg. The King hath heard them to the which as yet There is no Answer made Eng. Well then the Peace which you before so vrg'd Lyes in his Answer France I haue but with a curselarie eye O're-glanc't the Articles Pleaseth your Grace To appoint some of your Councell presently To sit with vs once more with better heed To re-suruey them we will suddenly Passe our accept and peremptorie Answer England Brother we shall Goe Vnckle Exeter And Brother Clarence and you Brother Gloucester Warwick and Huntington goe with the King And take with you free power to ratifie Augment or alter as your Wisdomes best Shall see aduantageable for our Dignitie Any thing in or out of our Demands And wee 'le consigne thereto Will you faire Sister Goe with the Princes or stay here with vs Quee. Our gracious Brother I will goe with them Happily a Womans Voyce may doe some good When Articles too nicely vrg'd be stood on England Yet leaue our Cousin Katherine here with vs She is our capitall Demand compris'd Within the fore-ranke of our Articles Quee. She hath good leaue Exeunt omnes Manet King and Katherine King Faire Katherine and most faire Will you vouchsafe to teach a Souldier tearmes Such as will enter at a Ladyes eare And pleade his Loue-suit to her gentle heart Kath. Your Maiestie shall mock at me I cannot speake your England King O faire Katherine if you will loue me soundly with your French heart I will be glad to heare you confesse it brokenly with your English Tongue Doe you like me Kate Kath. Pardonne moy I cannot tell wat is like me King An Angell is like you Kate and you are like an Angell Kath. Que dit il que Ie suis semblable a les Anges Lady Ouy verayment sauf vostre Grace ainsi dit il King I said so deare Katherine and I must not blush to affirme it Kath. O bon Dieu les langues des hommes sont plein de tromperies King What sayes she faire one that the tongues of men are full of deceits Lady Ouy dat de tongeus of de mans is be full of deceits dat is de Princesse King The Princesse is the better English-woman yfaith Kate my wooing is fit for thy vnderstanding I am glad thou canst speake no better English for if thou could'st thou would'st finde me such a plaine King that thou wouldst thinke I had sold my Farme to buy my Crowne I know no wayes to mince it in loue but directly to say I loue you then if you vrge me farther then to say Doe you in faith I weare out my suite Giue me your answer yfaith doe and so clap hands and a bargaine how say you Lady Kath. Sauf vostre honeur me vnderstand well King Marry if you would put me to Verses or to Dance for your sake Kate why you vndid me for the one I haue neither words nor measure and for the other I haue no strength in measure yet a reasonable measure in strength If I could winne a Lady at Leape-frogge or by vawting into my Saddle with my Armour on my backe vnder the correction of bragging be it spoken I should quickly leape into a Wife Or if I might buffet for my Loue or bound my Horse for her fauours I could lay on like a Butcher and sit like a Iack an Apes neuer off But before God Kate I cannot looke greenely nor gaspe out my eloquence nor I haue no cunning in protestation onely downe-right Oathes which I neuer vse till vrg'd nor neuer breake for vrging If thou canst loue a fellow of this temper Kate whose face is not worth Sunne-burning that neuer lookes in his Glasse for loue of any thing he sees there let thine Eye be thy Cooke I speake to thee plaine Souldier If thou canst loue me for this take me if not to say to thee that I shall dye is true but for thy loue by the L. No yet I loue thee too And while thou liu'st deare Kate take a fellow of plaine and vncoyned Constancie for he perforce must do thee right because he hath not the gift to wooe in other places for these fellowes of infinit tongue that can ryme themselues into Ladyes sauours they doe alwayes reason themselues out againe What a speaker is but a prater a Ryme is but a Ballad a good Legge will fall a strait Backe will
return'd againe That dog'd the mighty Army of the Dolphin Mess They are return'd my Lord and giue it out That he is march'd to Burdeaux with his power To fight with Talbot as he march'd along By your espyals were discouered Two mightier Troopes then that the Dolphin led Which ioyn'd with him and made their march for Burdeaux Yorke A plague vpon that Villaine Somerset That thus delayes my promised supply Of horsemen that were leuied for this siege Renowned Talbot doth expect my ayde And I am lowted by a Traitor Villaine And cannot helpe the noble Cheualier God comfort him in this necessity If he miscarry farewell Warres in France Enter another Messenger 2. Mes Thou Princely Leader of our English strength Neuer so needfull on the earth of France Spurre to the rescue of the Noble Talbot Who now is girdled with a waste of Iron And hem'd about with grim destruction To Burdeaux warlike Duke to Burdeaux Yorke Else farwell Talbot France and Englands honor Yorke O God that Somerset who in proud heart Doth stop my Cornets were in Talbots place So should wee saue a valiant Gentleman By forteyting a Traitor and a Coward Mad ire and wrathfull fury makes me weepe That thus we dye while remisse Traitors sleepe Mes O send some succour to the distrest Lord. Yorke He dies we loose I breake my warlike word We mourne France smiles We loose they dayly get All long of this vile Traitor Somerset Mes Then God take mercy on braue Talbots soule And on his Sonne yong Iohn who two houres since I met in trauaile toward his warlike Father This seuen yeeres did not Talbot see his sonne And now they meete where both their liues are done Yorke Alas what ioy shall noble Talbot haue To bid his yong sonne welcome to his Graue Away vexation almost stoppes my breath That sundred friends greete in the houre of death Lucie farewell no more my fortune can But curse the cause I cannot ayde the man Maine Bloys Poytiers and Toures are wonne away Long all of Somerset and his delay Exit Mes Thus while the Vulture of sedition Feedes in the bosome of such great Commanders Sleeping neglection doth betray to losse The Conquest of our scarse-cold Conqueror That euer-liuing man of Memorie Henrie the fift Whiles they each other crosse Liues Honours Lands and all hurrie to losse Enter Somerset with his Armie Som. It is too late I cannot send them now This expedition was by Yorke and Talbot Too rashly plotted All our generall force Might with a sally of the very Towne Be buckled with the ouer-daring Talbot Hath sullied all his glosse of former Honor By this vnheedfull desperate wilde aduenture Yorke set him on to fight and dye in shame That Talbot dead great Yorke might beare the name Cap. Heere is Sir William Lucie who with me Set from our ore-matcht forces forth for ayde Som. How now Sir William whether were you sent Lu. Whether my Lord from bought sold L. Talbot Who ring'd about with bold aduersitie Cries out for noble Yorke and Somerset To beate assayling death from his weake Regions And whiles the honourable Captaine there Drops bloody swet from his warre-wearied limbes And in aduantage lingring lookes for rescue You his false hopes the trust of Englands honor Keepe off aloofe with worthlesse emulation Let not your priuate discord keepe away The leuied succours that should lend him ayde While he renowned Noble Gentleman Yeeld vp his life vnto a world of oddes Orleance the Bastard Charles Burgundie Alanson Reignard compasse him about And Talbot perisheth by your default Som. Yorke set him on Yorke should haue sent him ayde Luc. And Yorke as fast vpon your Grace exclaimes Swearing that you with-hold his leuied hoast Collected for this expidition Som. York lyes He might haue sent had the Horse I owe him little Dutie and lesse Loue And take foule scorne to fawne on him by sending Lu. The fraud of England not the force of France Hath now intrapt the Noble-minded Talbot Neuer to England shall he beare his life But dies betraid to fortune by your strife Som. Come go I will dispatch the Horsemen strait Within sixe houres they will be at his ayde Lu. Too late comes rescue he is tane or slaine For flye he could not if he would haue fled And flye would Talbot neuer though he might Som. If he be dead braue Talbot then adieu Lu. His Fame liues in the world His Shame in you Exeunt Enter Talbot and his Sonne Tal. O yong Iohn Talbot I did send for thee To tutor thee in stratagems of Warre That Talbots name might be in thee reuiu'd When saplesse Age and weake vnable limbes Should bring thy Father to his drooping Chaire But O malignant and ill-boading Starres Now thou art come vnto a Feast of death A terrible and vnauoyded danger Therefore deere Boy mount on my swiftest horse And I le direct thee how thou shalt escape By sodaine flight Come dally not be gone Iohn Is my name Talbot and am I your Sonne And shall I flye O if you loue my Mother Dishonor not her Honorable Name To make a Bastard and a Slaue of me The World will say he is not Talbots blood That basely fled when Noble Talbot stood Talb. Flye to reuenge my death if I be slaine Iohn He that flyes so will ne're returne againe Talb. If we both stay we both are sure to dye Iohn Then let me stay and Father doe you flye Your losse is great so your regard should be My worth vnknowne no losse is knowne in me Vpon my death the French can little boast In yours they will in you all hopes are lost Flight cannot stayne the Honor you haue wonne But mine it will that no Exploit haue done You fled for Vantage euery one will sweare But if I bow they 'le say it was for feare There is no hope that euer I will stay If the first howre I shrinke and run away Here on my knee I begge Mortalitie Rather then Life preseru'd with Infamie Talb. Shall all thy Mothers hopes lye in one Tombe Iohn I rather then I le shame my Mothers Wombe Talb. Vpon my Blessing I command thee goe Iohn To fight I will but not to flye the Foe Talb. Part of thy Father may be sau'd in thee Iohn No part of him but will be shame in mee Talb. Thou neuer hadst Renowne nor canst not lose it Iohn Yes your renowned Name shall flight abuse it Talb. Thy Fathers charge shal cleare thee from y t staine Iohn You cannot witnesse for me being slaine If Death be so apparant then both flye Talb. And leaue my followers here to fight and dye My Age was neuer tainted with such shame Iohn And shall my Youth be guiltie of such blame No more can I be seuered from your side Then can your selfe your selfe in twaine diuide Stay goe doe what you will the like doe I For liue I will not if my Father dye Talb. Then here I take
As thou art Knight neuer to disobey Nor be Rebellious to the Crowne of England Thou nor thy Nobles to the Crowne of England So now dismisse your Army when ye please Hang vp your Ensignes let your Drummes be still For heere we entertaine a solemne peace Exeunt Actus Quintus Enter Suffolke in conference with the King Glocester and Exeter King Your wondrous rare description noble Earle Of beauteous Margaret hath astonish'd me Her vertues graced with externall gifts Do breed Loues setled passions in my heart And like as rigour of tempestuous gustes Prouokes the mightiest Hulke against the tide So am I driuen by breath of her Renowne Either to suffer Shipwracke or arriue Where I may haue fruition of her Loue. Suf. Tush my good Lord this superficiall tale Is but a preface of her worthy praise The cheefe perfections of that louely Dame Had I sufficient skill to vtter them Would make a volume of inticing lines Able to rauish any dull conceit And which is more she is not so Diuine So full repleate with choice of all delights But with as humble lowlinesse of minde She is content to be at your command Command I meane of Vertuous chaste intents To Loue and Honor Henry as her Lord. King And otherwise will Henry ne're presume Therefore my Lord Protector giue consent That Marg'ret may be Englands Royall Queene Glo. So should I giue consent to flatter sinne You know my Lord your Highnesse is betroath'd Vnto another Lady of esteeme How shall we then dispense with that contract And not deface your Honor with reproach Suf. As doth a Ruler with vnlawfull Oathes Or one that at a Triumph hauing vow'd To try his strength forsaketh yet the Listes By reason of his Aduersaries oddes A poore Earles daughter is vnequall oddes And therefore may be broâ—e without offence Gloucester Why what I pray is Margaret more then that Her Father is no better than an Earle Although in glorious Titles he excell Suf. Yes my Lord her Father is a King The King of Naples and Ierusalem And of such great Authoritie in France As his alliance will confirme our peace And keepe the Frenchmen in Allegeance Glo. And so the Earle of Arminacke may doe Because he is neere Kinsman vnto Charles Exet. Beside his wealth doth warrant a liberal dower Where Reignier sooner will receyue than giue Suf. A Dowre my Lords Disgrace not so your King That he should be so abiect base and poore To choose for wealth and not for perfect Loue. Henry is able to enrich his Queene And not to seeke a Queene to make him rich So worthlesse Pezants bargaine for their Wiues As Market men for Oxen Sheepe or Horse Marriage is a matter of more worth Then to be dealt in by Atturney-ship Not whom we will but whom his Grace affects Must be companion of his Nuptiall bed And therefore Lords since he affects her most Most of all these reasons bindeth vs In our opinions she should be preferr'd For what is wedloeke forced but a Hell An Age of discord and continuall strife Whereas the contrarie bringeth blisse And is a patterne of Celestiall peace Whom should we match with Henry being a King But Margaret that is daughter to a King Her peerelesse feature ioyned with her birth Approues her sit for none but for a King Her valiant courage and vndaunted spirit More then in women commonly is seene Will answer our hope in issue of a King For Henry sonne vnto a Conqueror Is likely to beget more Conquerors If with a Lady of so high resolue As is faire Margaret he be link'd in loue Then yeeld my Lords and heere conclude with mee That Margaret shall be Queene and none but shee King Whether it be through force of your report My Noble Lord of Suffolke Or for that My tender youth was neuer yet attaint With any passion of inflaming Ioue I cannot tell but this I am assur'd I feele such sharpe dissention in my breast Such fierce alarums both of Hope and Feare As I am sicke with working of my thoughts Take therefore shipping poste my Lord to France Agree to any couenants and procure That Lady Margaret do vouchsafe to come To crosse the Seas to England and be crown'd King Henries faithfull and annointed Queene For your expences and sufficient charge Among the people gather vp a tenth Be gone I say for till you do returne I rest perplexed with a thousand Cares And you good Vnckle banish all offence If you do censure me by what you were Not what you are I know it will excuse This sodaine execution of my will And so conduct me where from company I may reuolue and ruminate my greefe Exit Glo. I greefe I feare me both at first and last Exit Glocester Suf. Thus Suffolke hath preuail'd and thus he goes As did the youthfull Paris once to Greece With hope to finde the like euent in loue But prosper better than the Troian did Margaret shall now be Queene and rule the King But I will rule both her the King and Realme Exit FINIS The second Part of Henry the Sixt with the death of the Good Duke HVMFREY Actus Primus Scoena Prima Flourish of Trumpets Then Hoboyes Enter King Duke Humfrey Salisbury Warwicke and Beauford on the one side The Queene Suffolke Yorke Somerset and Buckingham on the other Suffolke AS by your high Imperiall Maiesty I had in charge at my depart for France As Procurator to your Excellence To marry Princes Margaret for your Grace So in the Famous Ancient City Toures In presence of the Kings of France and Sicill The Dukes of Orleance Calaber Britaigne and Alanson Seuen Earles twelue Barons twenty reuerend Bishops I haue perform'd my Taske and was espous'd And humbly now vpon my bended knee In sight of England and her Lordly Peeres Deliuer vp my Title in the Queene To your most gracious hands that are the Substance Of that great Shadow I did represent The happiest Gift that euer Marquesse gaue The Fairest Queene that euer King receiu'd King Suffolke arise Welcome Queene Margaret I can expresse no kinder signe of Loue Then this kinde kisse O Lord that lends me life Lend me a heart repleate with thankfulnesse For thou hast giuen me in this beauteous Face A world of earthly blessings to my soule If Simpathy of Loue vnite our thoughts Queen Great King of England my gracious Lord The mutuall conference that my minde hath had By day by night waking and in my dreames In Courtly company or at my Beades With you mine Alder liefest Soueraigne Makes me the bolder to salute my King With ruder termes such as my wit affoords And ouer ioy of heart doth minister King Her sight did rauish but her grace in Speech Her words yclad with wisedomes Maiesty Makes me from Wondring fall to Weeping ioyes Such is the Fulnesse of my hearts content Lords with one cheerefull voice Welcome my Loue. All kneel Long liue Qu. Margaret Englands happines Queene We thanke
Wee 'le see these things effected to the full Here Hume take this reward make merry man With thy Confederates in this weightie cause Exit Elianor Hume Hume must make merry with the Duchesse Gold Marry and shall but how now Sir Iohn Hume Seale vp your Lips and giue no words but Mum The businesse asketh silent secrecie Dame Elianor giues Gold to bring the Witch Gold cannot come amisse were she a Deuill Yet haue I Gold flyes from another Coast I dare not say from the rich Cardinall And from the great and new-made Duke of Suffolke Yet I doe finde it so for to be plaine They knowing Dame Elianors aspiring humor Haue hyred me to vnder-mine the Duchesse And buzze these Coniurations in her brayne They say A craftie Knaue do's need no Broker Yet am I Suffolke and the Cardinalls Broker Hume if you take not heed you shall goe neere To call them both a payre of craftie Knaues Well so it stands and thus I feare at last Humes Knauerie will be the Duchesse Wracke And her Attainture will be Humphreyes fall Sort how it will I shall haue Gold for all Exit Enter three or foure Petitioners the Armorers Man being one 1. Pet. My Masters let 's stand close my Lord Protector will come this way by and by and then wee may deliuer our Supplications in the Quill 2. Pet. Marry the Lord protect him for hee 's a good man Iesu blesse him Enter Suffolke and Queene Peter Here a comes me thinkes and the Queene with him I le be the first sure 2. Pet. Come backe foole this is the Duke of Suffolk and not my Lord Protector Suff. How now fellow would'st any thing with me 1. Pet. I pray my Lord pardon me I tooke ye for my Lord Protector Queene To my Lord Protector Are your Supplications to his Lordship Let me see them what is thine 1. Pet. Mine is and 't please your Grace against Iohn Goodman my Lord Cardinals Man for keeping my House and Lands and Wife and all from me Suff. Thy Wife too that 's some Wrong indeede What 's yours What 's heere Against the Duke of Suffolke for enclosing the Commons of Melforde How now Sir Knaue 2. Pet. Alas Sir I am but a poore Petitioner of our whole Towneship Peter Against my Master Thomas Horner for saying That the Duke of Yorke was rightfull Heire to the Crowne Queene What say'st thou Did the Duke of Yorke say hee was rightfull Heire to the Crowne Peter That my Mistresse was No forsooth my Master said That he was and that the King was an Vsurper Suff. Who is there Enter Seruant Take this fellow in and send for his Master with a Purseuant presently wee 'le heare more of your matter before the King Exit Queene And as for you that loue to be protected Vnder the Wings of our Protectors Grace Begin your Suites anew and sue to him Teare the Supplication Away base Cullions Suffolke let them goe All. Come let 's be gone Exit Queene My Lord of Suffolke say is this the guise Is this the Fashions in the Court of England Is this the Gouernment of Britaines Ile And this the Royaltie of Albions King What shall King Henry be a Pupill still Vnder the surly Glosters Gouernance Am I a Queene in Title and in Stile And must be made a Subiect to a Duke I tell thee Poole when in the Citie Tours Thou ran'st aâ—tilt in honor of my Loue And stol'st away the Ladies hearts of France I thought King Henry had resembled thee In Courage Courtship and Proportion But all his minde is bent to Holinesse To number Aue-Maries on his Beades His Champions are the Prophets and Apostles His Weapons holy Sawes of sacred Writ His Studie is his Tilt-yard and his Loues Are brazen Images of Canonized Saints I would the Colledge of the Cardinalls Would chuse him Pope and carry him to Rome And set the Triple Crowne vpon his Head That were a State fit for his Holinesse Suff. Madame be patient as I was cause Your Highnesse came to England so will I In England worke your Graces full content Queene Beside the haughtie Protector haue we Beauford The imperious Churchman Somerset Buckingham And grumbling Yorke and not the least of these But can doe more in England then the King Suff. And he of these that can doe most of all Cannot doe more in England then the Neuils Salisbury and Warwick are no simple Peeres Queene Not all these Lords do vex me halfe so much As that prowd Dame the Lord Protectors Wife She sweepes it through the Court with troups of Ladies More like an Empresse then Duke Humphreyes Wife Strangers in Court doe take her for the Queene She beares a Dukes Reuenewes on her backe And in her heart she scornes our Pouertie Shall I not liue to be aueng'd on her Contemptuous base-borne Callot as she is She vaunted ' mongst her Minions t' other day The very trayne of her worst wearing Gowne Was better worth then all my Fathers Lands Till Suffolke gaue two Dukedomes for his Daughter Suff. Madame my selfe haue lym'd a Bush for her And plac't a Quier of such enticing Birds That she will light to listen to the Layes And neuer mount to trouble you againe So let her rest and Madame list to me For I am bold to counsaile you in this Although we fancie not the Cardinall Yet must we ioyne with him and with the Lords Till we haue brought Duke Humphrey in disgrace As for the Duke of Yorke this late Complaint Will make but little for his benefit So one by one wee 'le weed them all at last And you your selfe shall steere the happy Helme Exit Sound a Sennet Enter the King Duke Humfrey Cardinall Buckingham Yorke Salisbury Warwicke and the Duchesse King For my part Noble Lords I care not which Or Somerset or Yorke all 's one to me Yorke If Yorke haue ill demean'd himselfe in France Then let him be denay'd the Regent-ship Som. If Somerset be vnworthy of the Place Let Yorke be Regent I will yeeld to him Warw. Whether your Grace be worthy yea or no Dispute not that Yorke is the worthyer Card. Ambitious Warwicke let thy betters speake Warw. The Cardinall 's not my better in the field Buck. All in this presence are thy betters Warwicke Warw. Warwicke may liue to be the best of all Salisb. Peace Sonne and shew some reason Buckingham Why Somerset should be preferr'd in this Queene Because the King forsooth will haue it so Humf. Madame the King is old enough himselfe To giue his Censure These are no Womens matters Queene If he be old enough what needs your Grace To be Protector of his Excellence Humf. Madame I am Protector of the Realme And at his pleasure will resigne my Place Suff. Resigne it then and leaue thine insolence Since thou wert King as who is King but thou The Common-wealth hath dayly run to wrack The Dolphin hath preuayl'd beyond the Seas And all the Peeres and
since I heard to be discomfited Enter Iden with Cades head Iden If one so rude and of so meane condition May passe into the presence of a King Loe I present your Grace a Traitors head The head of Cade whom I in combat slew King The head of Cade Great God how iust art thou Oh let me view his Visage being dead That liuing wrought me such exceeding trouble Tell me my Friend art thou the man that slew him Iden I was an 't like your Maiesty King How art thou call'd And what is thy degree Iden Alexander Iden that 's my name A poore Esquire of Kent that loues his King Buc. So please it you my Lord 't were not amisse He were created Knight for his good seruice King Iden kneele downe rise vp a Knight We giue thee for reward a thousand Markes And will that thou henceforth attend on vs. Iden May Iden liue to merit such a bountie And neuer liue but true vnto his Liege Enter Queene and Somerset K. See Buckingham Somerset comes with th' Queene Go bid her hide him quickly from the Duke Qu. For thousand Yorkes he shall not hide his head But boldly stand and front him to his face Yor. How now is Somerset at libertie Then Yorke vnloose thy long imprisoned thoughts And let thy tongue be equall with thy heart Shall I endure the sight of Somerset False King why hast thou broken faith with me Knowing how hardly I can brooke abuse King did I call thee No thou art not King Not fit to gouerne and rule multitudes Which darst not no nor canst not rule a Traitor That Head of thine doth not become a Crowne Thy Hand is made to graspe a Palmers staffe And not to grace an awefull Princely Scepter That Gold must round engirt these browes of mine Whose Smile and Frowne like to Achilles Speare Is able with the change to kill and cure Heere is a hand to hold a Scepter vp And with the same to acte controlling Lawes Giue place by heauen thou shalt rule no more O're him whom heauen created for thy Ruler Som. O monstrous Traitor I arrest thee Yorke Of Capitall Treason ' gainst the King and Crowne Obey audacious Traitor kneele for Grace York Wold'st haue me kneele First let me ask of thee If they can brooke I bow a knee to man Sirrah call in my sonne to be my bale I know ere they will haue me go to Ward They 'l pawne their swords of my infranchisement Qu. Call hither Clifford bid him come amaine To say if that the Bastard boyes of Yorke Shall be the Surety for their Traitor Father Yorke O blood-bespotted Neopolitan Out-cast of Naples Englands bloody Scourge The sonnes of Yorke thy betters in their birth Shall be their Fathers baile and bane to those That for my Surety will refuse the Boyes Enter Edward and Richard See where they come I le warrant they 'l make it good Enter Clifford Qu. And here comes Clifford to deny their baile Clif. Health and all happinesse to my Lord the King Yor. I thanke thee Clifford Say what newes with thee Nay do not fright vs with an angry looke We are thy Soueraigne Clifford kneele againe For thy mistaking so We pardon thee Clif. This is my King Yorke I do not mistake But thou mistakes me much to thinke I do To Bedlem with him is the man growne mad King I Clifford a Bedlem and ambitious humor Makes him oppose himselfe against his King Clif. He is a Traitor let him to the Tower And chop away that factious pate of his Qu. He is atrested but will not obey His sonnes he sayes shall giue their words for him Yor. Will you not Sonnes Edw. I Noble Father if our words will serue Rich. And if words will not then our Weapons shal Clif. Why what a brood of Traitors haue we heere Yorke Looke in a Glasse and call thy Image so I am thy King and thou a false-heart Traitor Call hither to the stake my two braue Beares That with the very shaking of their Chaines They may astonish these fell-lurking Curres Bid Salsbury and Warwicke come to me Enter the Earles of Warwicke and Salisbury Clif. Are these thy Beares Wee 'l bate thy Bears to death And manacle the Berard in their Chaines If thou dar'st bring them to the bayting place Rich. Oft haue I seene a hot ore-weening Curre Run backe and bite because he was with-held Who being suffer'd with the Beares fell paw Hath clapt his taile betweene his legges and cride And such a peece of seruice will you do If you oppose your selues to match Lord Warwicke Clif. Hence heape of wrath foule indigested lumpe As crooked in thy manners as thy shape Yor. Nay we shall heate you thorowly anon Clif. Take heede leaft by your heate you burne your selues King Why Warwicke hath thy knee forgot to bow Old Salsbury shame to thy siluer haire Thou mad misleader of thy brain-sicke sonne What wilt thou on thy death-bed play the Ruffian And seeke for sorrow with thy Spectacles Oh where is Faith Oh where is Loyalty If it be banisht from the frostie head Where shall it finde a harbour in the earth Wilt thou go digge a graue to finde out Warre And shame thine honourable Age with blood Why art thou old and want'st experience Or wherefore doest abuse it if thou hast it For shame in dutie bend thy knee to me That bowes vnto the graue with mickle age Sal. My Lord I haue considered with my selfe The Title of this most renowned Duke And in my conscience do repute his grace The rightfull heyre to Englands Royall seate King Hast thou not sworne Allegeance vnto me Sal. I haue Ki. Canst thou dispense with heauen for such an oath Sal. It is great sinne to sweare vnto a sinne But greater sinne to keepe a sinfull oath Who can be bound by any solemne Vow To do a murd'rous deede to rob a man To force a spotlesse Virgins Chastitie To reaue the Orphan of his Patrimonie To wring the Widdow from her custom'd right And haue no other reason for this wrong But that he was bound by a solemne Oath Qu. A subtle Traitor needs no Sophister King Call Buckingham and bid him arme himselfe Yorke Call Buckingham and all the friends thou hast I am resolu'd for death and dignitie Old Clif. The first I warrant thee if dreames proue true War You were best to go to bed and dreame againe To keepe thee from the Tempest of the field Old Clif. I am resolu'd to beare a greater storme Then any thou canst coniure vp to day And that I le write vpon thy Burgonet Might I but know thee by thy housed Badge War Now by my Fathers badge old Neuils Crest The rampant Beare chain'd to the ragged staffe This day I le weare aloft my Burgonet As on a Mountaine top the Cedar shewes That keepes his leaues inspight of any storme Euen io affright thee with the view thereof Old Clif. And from thy Burgonet I le
he is lawfull King Henry All will reuolt from me and turne to him Northumb. Plantagenet for all the Clayme thou lay'st Thinke not that Henry shall be so depos'd Warw. Depos'd he shall be in despight of all Northumb. Thou art deceiu'd 'T is not thy Southerne power Of Essex Norfolke Suffolke nor of Kent Which makes thee thus presumptuous and prowd Can set the Duke vp in despight of me Clifford King Henry be thy Title right or wrong Lord Clifford vowes to fight in thy defence May that ground gape and swallow me aliue Where I shall kneele to him that slew my Father Henry Oh Clifford how thy words reuiue my heart Plant. Henry of Lancaster resigne thy Crowne What mutter you or what conspire you Lords Warw. Doe right vnto this Princely Duke of Yorke Or I will fill the House with armed men And ouer the Chayre of State where now he sits Write vp his Title with vsurping blood He stampes with his foot and the Souldiers shew themselues Henry My Lord of Warwick heare but one word Let me for this my life time reigne as King Plant. Confirme the Crowne to me and to mine Heires And thou shalt reigne in quiet while thou liu'st Henry I am content Richard Plantagenet Enioy the Kingdome after my decease Clifford What wrong is this vnto the Prince your Sonne Warw. What good is this to England and himselfe Westm Base fearefull and despayring Henry Clifford How hast thou iniur'd both thy selfe and vs Westm I cannot stay to heare these Articles Northumb. Nor I. Clifford Come Cousin let vs tell the Queene these Newes Westm Farwell faint-hearted and degenerate King In whose cold blood no sparke of Honor bides Northumb. Be thou a prey vnto the House of Yorke And dye in Bands for this vnmanly deed Cliff In dreadfull Warre may'st thou be ouercome Or liue in peace abandon'd and despis'd Warw. Turne this way Henry and regard them not Exeter They seeke reuenge and therefore will not yeeld Henry Ah Exeter Warw. Why should you sigh my Lord Henry Not for my selfe Lord Warwick but my Sonne Whom I vnnaturally shall dis-inherite But be it as it may I here entayle The Crowne to thee and to thine Heires for euer Conditionally that heere thou take an Oath To cease this Ciuill Warre and whil'st I liue To honor me as thy King and Soueraigne And neyther by Treason nor Hostilitie To seeke to put me downe and reigne thy selfe Plant. This Oath I willingly take and will performe Warw. Long liue King Henry Plantagenet embrace him Henry And long liue thou and these thy forward Sonnes Plant. Now Yorke and Lancaster are reconcil'd Exet. Accurst be he that seekes to make them foes Senet Here they come downe Plant. Farewell my gracious Lord I le to my Castle Warw. And I le keepe London with my Souldiers Norf. And I to Norfolke with my followerâ— Mount And I vnto the Sea from whence I came Henry And I with griefe and sorrow to the Court. Enter the Queene Exeter Heere comes the Queene Whose Lookes be wray her anger I le steale away Henry Exeter so will I. Queene Nay goe not from me I will follow thee Henry Be patient gentle Queene and I will stay Queene Who can be patient in such extreames Ah wretched man would I had dy'de a Maid And neuer seene thee neuer borne thee Sonne Seeing thou hast prou'd so vnnaturall a Father Hath he deseru'd to loose his Birth-right thus Hadst thou but lou'd him halfe so well as I Or felt that paine which I did for him once Or nourisht him as I did with my blood Thou would'st haue left thy dearest heart-blood there Rather then haue made that sauage Duke thine Heire And dis-inherited thine onely Sonne Prince Father you cannot dis-inherite me If you be King why should not I succeede Henry Pardon me Margaret pardon me sweet Sonne The Earle of Warwick and the Duke enforc't me Quee. Enforc't thee Art thou King and wilt be forc't I shame to heare thee speake ah timorous Wretch Thou hast vndone thy selfe thy Sonne and me And giu'n vnto the House of Yorke such head As thou shalt reigne but by their sufferance To entayle him and his Heires vnto the Crowne What is it but to make thy Sepulcher And creepe into it farre before thy time Warwick is Chancelor and the Lord of Callice Sterne Falconbridge commands the Narrow Seas The Duke is made Protector of the Realme And yet shalt thou be safe Such safetie findes The trembling Lambe inuironned with Wolues Had I beene there which am a silly Woman The Souldiers should haue toss'd me on their Pikes Before I would haue granted to that Act. But thou preferr'st thy Life before thine Honor. And seeing thou do'st I here diuorce my selfe Both from thy Table Henry and thy Bed Vntill that Act of Parliament be repeal'd Whereby my Sonne is dis-inherited The Northerne Lords that haue forsworne thy Colours Will follow mine if once they see them spread And spread they shall be to thy foule disgrace And vtter ruine of the House of Yorke Thus doe I leaue thee Come Sonne let 's away Our Army is ready come wee 'le after them Henry Stay gentle Margaret and heare me speake Queene Thou hast spoke too much already get thee gone Henry Gentle Sonne Edward thou wilt stay me Queene I to be murther'd by his Enemies Prince When I returne with victorie to the field I le see your Grace till then I le follow her Queene Come Sonne away we may not linger thus Henry Poore Queene How loue to me and to her Sonne Hath made her breake out into termes of Rage Reueng'd may she be on that hatefull Duke Whose haughtie spirit winged with desire Will cost my Crowne and like an emptie Eagle Tyre on the flesh of me and of my Sonne The losse of those three Lords torments my heart I le write vnto them and entreat them faire Come Cousin you shall be the Messenger Exet. And I I hope shall reconcile them all Exit Flourish Enter Richard Edward and Mountague Richard Brother though I bee youngest giue mee leaue Edward No I can better play the Orator Mount But I haue reasons strong and forceable Enter the Duke of Yorke Yorke Why how now Sonnes and Brother at a strife What is your Quarrell how began it first Edward No Quarrell but a slight Contention Yorke About what Rich. About that which concernes your Grace and vs The Crowne of England Father which is yours Yorke Mine Boy not till King Henry be dead Richard Your Right depends not on his life or death Edward Now you are Heire therefore enioy it now By giuing the House of Lancaster leaue to breathe It will out-runne you Father in the end Yorke I tooke an Oath that hee should quietly reigne Edward But for a Kingdome any Oath may be broken I would breake a thousand Oathes to reigne one yeere Richard No God forbid your Grace should be forsworne Yorke I shall be if I clayme by open
Heauen Scorning what ere you can afflict me with Why come you not what multitudes and feare Cliff So Cowards fight when they can flye no further So Doues doe peck the Faulcons piercing Tallons So desperate Theeues all hopelesse of their Liues Breathe out Inuectiues ' gainst the Officers Yorke Oh Clifford but bethinke thee once againe And in thy thought ore-run my former time And if thou canst for blushing view this face And bite thy tongue that slanders him with Cowardice Whose frowne hath made thee faint and flye ere this Clifford I will not bandie with thee word for word But buckler with thee blowes twice two for one Queene Hold valiant Clifford for a thousand causes I would prolong a while the Traytors Life Wrath makes him deafe speake thou Northumberland Northumb. Hold Clifford doe not honor him so much To prick thy finger though to wound his heart What valour were it when a Curre doth grinne For one to thrust his Hand betweene his Teeth When he might spurne him with his Foot away It is Warres prize to take all Vantages And tenne to one is no impeach of Valour Clifford I I so striues the Woodcocke with the Gynne Northumb. So doth the Connie struggle in the Net York So triumph Theeues vpon their conquer'd Booty So True men yeeld with Robbers so o're-matcht Northumb. What would your Grace haue done vnto him now Queene Braue Warriors Clifford and Northumberland Come make him stand vpon this Mole-hill here That raught at Mountaines with out-stretched Armes Yet parted but the shadow with his Hand What was it you that would be Englands King Was 't you that reuell'd in our Parliament And made a Preachment of your high Descent Where are your Messe of Sonnes to back you now The wanton Edward and the lustie George And where 's that valiant Crook-back Prodigie Dickie your Boy that with his grumbling voyce Was wont to cheare his Dad in Mutinies Or with the rest where is your Darling Rutland Looke Yorke I stayn'd this Napkin with the blood That valiant Clifford with his Rapiers point Made issue from the Bosome of the Boy And if thine eyes can water for his death I giue thee this to drie thy Cheekes withall Alas poore Yorke but that I hate thee deadly I should lament thy miserable state I prythee grieue to make me merry Yorke What hath thy fierie heart so parcht thine entrayles That not a Teare can fall for Rutlands death Why art thou patient man thou should'st be mad And I to make thee mad doe mock thee thus Stampe raue and fret that I may sing and dance Thou would'st be fee'd I see to make me sport Yorke cannot speake vnlesse he weare a Crowne A Crowne for Yorke and Lords bow lowe to him Hold you his hands whilest I doe set it on I marry Sir now lookes he like a King I this is he that tooke King Henries Chaire And this is he was his adopted Heire But how is it that great Plantagenet Is crown'd so soone and broke his solemne Oath As I bethinke me you should not be King Till our King Henry had shooke hands with Death And will you pale your head in Henries Glory And rob his Temples of the Diademe Now in his Life against your holy Oath Oh 't is a fault too too vnpardonable Off with the Croâ—ne and with the Crowne his Head And whilest we breathe take time to doe him dead Clifford That is my Office for my Fathers sake Queene Nay stay let 's heare the Orizons hee makes Yorke Shee-Wolfe of France But worse then Wolues of France Whose Tongue more poysons then the Adders Tooth How ill-beseeming is it in thy Sex To triumph like an Amazonian Trull Vpon their Woes whom Fortune captiuates But that thy Face is Vizard-like vnchanging Made impudent with vse of euill deedes I would assay prowd Queene to make thee blush To tell thee whence thou cam'st of whom deriu'd Were shame enough to shame thee Wert thou not shamelesse Thy Father beares the type of King of Naples Of both the Sicils and Ierusalem Yet not so wealthie as an English Yeoman Hath that poore Monarch taught thee to insult It needes not nor it bootes thee not prowd Queene Vnlesse the Adage must be verify'd That Beggers mounted runne their Horse to death 'T is Beautie that doth oft make Women prowd But God he knowes thy share thereof is small 'T is Vertue that doth make them most admir'd The contrary doth make thee wondred at 'T is Gouernment that makes them seeme Diuine The want thereof makes thee abhominable Thou art as opposite to euery good As the Antipodes are vnto vs Or as the South to the Septentrion Oh Tygres Heart wrapt in a Womans Hide How could'st thou drayne the Life-blood of the Child To bid the Father wipe his eyes withall And yet be seene to beare a Womans face Women are soft milde pittifull and flexible Thou sterne obdurate flintie rough remorselesse Bidst thou me rage why now thou hast thy wish Would'st haue me weepe why now thou hast thy will For raging Wind blowes vp incessant showers And when the Rage allayes the Raine begins These Teares are my sweet Rutlands Obsequies And euery drop cryes vengeance for his death ' Gainst thee fell Clifford and thee false French-woman Northumb. Beshrew me but his passions moues me so That hardly can I check my eyes from Teares Yorke That Face of his The hungry Caniballs would not haue toucht Would not haue stayn'd with blood But you are more inhumane more inexorable Oh tenne times more then Tygers of Hyrcania See ruthlesse Queene a haplesse Fathers Teares This Cloth thou dipd'st in blood of my sweet Boy And I with Teares doe wash the blood away Keepe thou the Napkin and goe boast of this And if thou tell'st the heauie storie right Vpon my Soule the hearers will shed Teares Yea euen my Foes will shed fast-falling Teares And say Alas it was a pittious deed There take the Crowne and with the Crowne my Curse And in thy need such comfort come to thee As now I reape at thy too cruell hand Hard-hearted Clifford take me from the World My Soule to Heauen my Blood vpon your Heads Northumb. Had he been slaughter-man to all my Kinne I should not for my Life but weepe with him To see how inly Sorrow gripes his Soule Queen What weeping ripe my Lord Northumberland Thinke but vpon the wrong he did vs all And that will quickly drie thy melting Teares Clifford Heere 's for my Oath heere 's for my Fathers Death Queene And heere 's to right our gentle-hearted King Yorke Open thy Gate of Mercy gracious God My Soule flyes through these wounds to seeke out thee Queene Off with his Head and set it on Yorke Gates So Yorke may ouer-looke the Towne of Yorke Flourish Exit A March Enter Edward Richard and their power Edward I wonder how our Princely Father scap't Or whether he be scap't away or no From Cliffords and Northumberlands pursuit
stay Sir Iohn a while and wee 'le debate By what safe meanes the Crowne may be recouer'd Mount What talke you of debating in few words If you 'le not here proclaime your selfe our King I le leaue you to your fortune and be gone To keepe them back that come to succour you Why shall we fight if you pretend no Title Rich. Why Brother wherefore stand you on nice points Edw. When wee grow stronger Then wee 'le make our Clayme Till then 't is wisdome to conceale our meaning Hast Away with scrupulous Wit now Armes must rule Rich. And fearelesse minds clyme soonest vnto Crowns Brother we will proclaime you out of hand The bruit thereof will bring you many friends Edw. Then be it as you will for 't is my right And Henry but vsurpes the Diademe Mount I now my Soueraigne speaketh like himselfe And now will I be Edwards Champion Hast Sound Trumpet Edward shal be here proclaim'd Come fellow Souldior make thou proclamation Flourish Sound Soul Edward the Fourth by the Grace of God King of England and France and Lord of Ireland c. Mount And whosoe're gain sayes King Edwards right By this I challenge him to single fight Throwes downe his Gauntlet All. Long liue Edward the Fourth Edw. Thankes braue Mountgomery And thankes vnto you all If fortune serue me I le requite this kindnesse Now for this Night let 's harbor here in Yorke And when the Morning Sunne shall rayse his Carre Aboue the Border of this Horizon Wee 'le forward towards Warwicke and his Mates For well I wot that Henry is no Souldier Ah froward Clarence how euill it beseemes thee To flatter Henry and forsake thy Brother Yet as wee may wee 'le meet both thee and Warwicke Come on braue Souldiors doubt not of the Day And that once gotten doubt not of large Pay Exeunt Flourish Enter the King Warwicke Mountague Clarence Oxford and Somerset War What counsaile Lords Edward from Belgia With hastie Germanes and blunt Hollanders Hath pass'd in safetie through the Narrow Seas And with his troupes doth march amaine to London And many giddie people flock to him King Let 's leuie men and beat him backe againe Clar. A little fire is quickly trodden out Which being suffer'd Riuers cannot quench War In Warwickshire I haue true-hearted friends Not mutinous in peace yet bold in Warre Those will I muster vp and thou Sonne Clarence Shalt stirre vp in Suffolke Norfolke and in Kent The Knights and Gentlemen to come with thee Thou Brother Mountague in Buckingham Northampton and in Leicestershire shalt find Men well enclin'd to heare what thou command'st And thou braue Oxford wondrous well belou'd In Oxfordshire shalt muster vp thy friends My Soueraigne with the louing Citizens Like to his Iland gyrt in with the Ocean Or modest Dyan circled with her Nymphs Shall rest in London till we come to him Faire Lords take leaue and stand not to reply Farewell my Soueraigne King Farewell my Hector and my Troyes true hope Clar. In signe of truth I kisse your Highnesse Hand King Well-minded Clarence be thou fortunate Mount Comfort my Lord and so I take my leaue Oxf. And thus I seale my truth and bid adieu King Sweet Oxford and my louing Mountague And all at once once more a happy farewell War Farewell sweet Lords let 's meet at Couentry Exeunt King Here at the Pallace will I rest a while Cousin of Exeter what thinkes your Lordship Me thinkes the Power that Edward hath in field Should not be able to encounter mine Exet. The doubt is that he will seduce the rest King That 's not my feare my meed hath got me fame I haue not stopt mine eares to their demands Nor posted off their suites with slow delayes My pittie hath beene balme to heale their wounds My mildnesse hath allay'd their swelling griefes My mercie dry'd their water-flowing teares I haue not been desirous of their wealth Nor much opprest them with great Subsidies Nor forward of reuenge though they much err'd Then why should they loue Edward more then me No Exeter these Graces challenge Grace And when the Lyon fawnes vpon the Lambe The Lambe will neuer cease to follow him Shout within A Lancaster A Lancaster Exet. Hearke hearke my Lord what Shouts are these Enter Edward and his Souldiers Edw. Seize on the shamefac'd Henry beare him hence And once againe proclaime vs King of England You are the Founâ— that makes small Brookes to flow Now stops thy Spring my Sea shall suck them dry And swell so much the higher by their ebbe Hence with him to the Tower let him not speake Exit with King Henry And Lords towards Couentry bend we our course Where peremptorie Warwicke now remaines The Sunne shines hot and if we vse delay Cold biting Winter marres our hop'd-for Hay Rich. Away betimes before his forces ioyne And take the great-growne Traytor vnawares Braue Warriors march amaine towards Couentry Exeunt Enter Warwicke the Maior of Couentry two Messengers and others vpon the Walls War Where is the Post that came from valiant Oxford How farre hence is thy Lord mine honest fellow Mess 1. By this at Dunsmore marching hitherward War How farre off is our Brother Mountague Where is the Post that came from Mountague Mess 2. By this at Daintry with a puissant troope Enter Someruile War Say Someruile what sayes my louing Sonne And by thy guesse how nigh is Clarence now Someru At Southam I did leaue him with his forces And doe expect him here some two howres hence War Then Clarence is at hand I heare his Drumme Someru It is not his my Lord here Southam lyes The Drum your Honor heares marcheth from Warwicke War Who should that be belike vnlook'd for friends Someru They are at hand and you shall quickly know March Flourish Enter Edward Richard and Souldiers Edw. Goe Trumpet to the Walls and sound a Parle Rich. See how the surly Warwicke mans the Wall War Oh vnbid spight is sportfull Edward come Where slept our Scouts or how are they seduc'd That we could heare no newes of his repayre Edw. Now Warwicke wilt thou ope the Citie Gates Speake gentle words and humbly bend thy Knee Call Edward King and at his hands begge Mercy And he shall pardon thee these Outrages War Nay rather wilt thou draw thy forces hence Confesse who set thee vp and pluckt thee downe Call Warwicke Patron and be penitent And thou shalt still remaine the Duke of Yorke Rich. I thought at least he would haue said the King Or did he make the Ieast against his will War Is not a Dukedome Sir a goodly gift Rich. I by my faith for a poore Earle to giue I le doe thee seruice for so good a gift War 'T was I that gaue the Kingdome to thy Brother Edw. Why then 't is mine if but by Warwickes gift War Thou art no Atlas for so great a weight And Weakeling Warwicke takes his gift againe And Henry is my King Warwicke his
you know his Heart Darb. What of his Heart perceiue you in his Face By any liuelyhood he shew'd to day Hast Mary that with no man here he is offended For were he he had shewne it in his Lookes Enter Richard and Buckingham Rich. I pray you all tell me what they deserue That doe conspire my death with diuellish Plots Of damned Witchcraft and that haue preuail'd Vpon my Body with their Hellish Charmes Hast The tender loue I beare your Grace my Lord Makes me most forward in this Princely presence To doome th' Offendors whosoe're they be I say my Lord they haue deserued death Rich. Then be your eyes the witnesse of their euill Looke how I am bewitch'd behold mine Arme Is like a blasted Sapling wither'd vp And this is Edwards Wife that monstrous Witch Consorted with that Harlot Strumpet Shore That by their Witchcraft thus haue marked me Hast If they haue done this deed my Noble Lord. Rich. If thou Protector of this damned Strumpet Talk'st thou to me of Ifs thou art a Traytor Off with his Head now by Saint Paul I sweare I will not dine vntill I see the same Louell and Ratcliffe looke that it be done Exeunt The rest that loue me rise and follow me Manet Louell and Ratcliffe with the Lord Hastings Hast Woe woe for England not a whit for me For I too fond might haue preuented this Stanley did dreame the Bore did rowse our Helmes And I did scorne it and disdaine to flye Three times to day my Foot-Cloth-Horse did stumble And started when he look'd vpon the Tower As loth to beare me to the slaughter-house O now I need the Priest that spake to me I now repent I told the Pursuiuant As too triumphing how mine Enemies To day at Pomfret bloodily were butcher'd And I my selfe secure in grace and fauour Oh Margaret Margaret now thy heauie Curse Is lighted on poore Hastings wretched Head Ra. Come come dispatch the Duke would be at dinner Make a short Shrift he longs to see your Head Hast O momentarie grace of mortall men Which we more hunt for then the grace of God! Who builds his hope in ayre of your good Lookes Liues like a drunken Sayler on a Mast Readie with euery Nod to tumble downe Into the fatall Bowels of the Deepe Lou. Come come dispatch 't is bootlesse to exclaime Hast. O bloody Richard miserable England I prophecie the fearefull'st time to thee That euer wretched Age hath look'd vpon Come lead me to the Block beare him my Head They smile at me who shortly shall be dead Exeunt Enter Richard and Buckingham in rotten Armour maruellous ill-fauoured Richard Come Cousin Canst thou quake and change thy colour Murther thy breath in middle of a word And then againe begin and stop againe As if thou were distraught and mad with terror Buck. Tut I can counterfeit the deepe Tragedian Speake and looke backe and prie on euery side Tremble and start at wagging of a Straw Intending deepe suspition gastly Lookes Are at my seruice like enforced Smiles And both are readie in their Offices At any time to grace my Stratagemes But what is Catesby gone Rich. He is and see he brings the Maior along Enter the Maior and Catesby Buck. Lord Maior Rich. Looke to the Draw-Bridge there Buck. Hearke a Drumme Rich. Catesby o're-looke the Walls Buck. Lord Maior the reason we haue sent Rich. Looke back defend thee here are Enemies Buck. God and our Innocencie defend and guard vs. Enter Louell and Ratcliffe with Hastings Head Rich. Be patient they are friends Ratcliffe and Louell Louell Here is the Head of that ignoble Traytor The dangerous and vnsuspected Hastings Rich. So deare I lou'd the man that I must weepe I tooke him for the plainest harmelesse Creature That breath'd vpon the Earth a Christian Made him my Booke wherein my Soule recorded The Historie of all her secret thoughts So smooth he dawb'd his Vice with shew of Vertue That his apparant open Guilt omitted I meane his Conuersation with Shores Wife He liu'd from all attainder of suspects Buck. Well well he was the couertst sheltred Traytor That euer liu'd Would you imagine or almost beleeue Wert not that by great preseruation We liue to tell it that the subtill Traytor This day had plotted in the Councell-House To murther me and my good Lord of Gloster Maior Had he done so Rich. What thinke you we are Turkes or Infidels Or that we would against the forme of Law Proceed thus rashly in the Villaines death But that the extreme perill of the case The Peace of England and our Persons safetie Enforc'd vs to this Execution Maior Now faire befall you he deseru'd his death And your good Graces both haue well proceeded To warne false Traytors from the like Attempts Buck. I neuer look'd for better at his hands After he once fell in with Mistresse Shore Yet had we not determin'd he should dye Vntill your Lordship came to see his end Which now the louing haste of these our friends Something against our meanings haue preuented Because my Lord I would haue had you heard The Traytor speake and timorously confesse The manner and the purpose of his Treasons That you might well haue signify'd the same Vnto the Citizens who haply may Misconster vs in him and wayle his death Ma. But my good Lord your Graces words shal serue As well as I had seene and heard him speake And doe not doubt right Noble Princes both But I le acquaint our dutious Citizens With all your iust proceedings in this case Rich. And to that end we wish'd your Lordship here T' auoid the Censures of the carping World Buck. Which since you come too late of our intent Yet witnesse what you heare we did intend And so my good Lord Maior we bid farwell Exit Maior Rich. Goe after after Cousin Buckingham The Maior towards Guild-Hall hyes him in all poste There at your meetest vantage of the time Inferre the Bastardie of Edwards Children Tell them how Edward put to death a Citizen Onely for saying he would make his Sonne Heire to the Crowne meaning indeed his House Which by the Signe thereof was tearmed so Moreouer vrge his hatefull Luxurie And beastiall appetite in change of Lust Which stretcht vnto their Seruants Daughters Wiues Euen where his raging eye or sauage heart Without controll lusted to make a prey Nay for a need thus farre come neere my Person Tell them when that my Mother went with Child Of that insatiate Edward Noble Yorke My Princely Father then had Warres in France And by true computation of the time Found that the Issue was not his begot Which well appeared in his Lineaments Being nothing like the Noble Duke my Father Yet touch this sparingly as 't were farre off Because my Lord you know my Mother liues Buck. Doubt not my Lord I le play the Orator As if the Golden Fee for which I plead Were for my selfe and so my Lord adue Rich. If you
Noble I le doth want his proper Limmes His Face defac'd with skarres of Infamie His Royall Stock grafft with ignoble Plants And almost shouldred in the swallowing Gulfe Of darke Forgetfulnesse and deepe Obliuion Which to recure we heartily solicite Your gracious selfe to take on you the charge And Kingly Gouernment of this your Land Not as Protector Steward Substitute Or lowly Factor for anothers gaine But as successiuely from Blood to Blood Your Right of Birth your Empyrie your owne For this consorted with the Citizens Your very Worshipfull and louing friends And by their vehement instigation In this iust Cause come I to moue your Grace Rich. I cannot tell if to depart in silence Or bitterly to speake in your reproofe Best fitteth my Degree or your Condition If not to answer you might haply thinke Tongue-ty'd Ambition not replying yeelded To beare the Golden Yoake of Soueraigntie Which fondly you would here impose on me If to reproue you for this suit of yours So season'd with your faithfull loue to me Then on the other side I check'd my friends Therefore to speake and to auoid the first And then in speaking not to incurre the last Definitiuely thus I answer you Your loue deserues my thankes but my desert Vnmeritable shunnes your high request First if all Obstacles were cut away And that my Path were euen to the Crowne As the ripe Reuenue and due of Birth Yet so much is my pouertie of spirit So mightie and so manie my defects That I would rather hide me from my Greatnesse Being a Barke to brooke no mightie Sea Then in my Greatnesse couet to be hid And in the vapour of my Glory smother'd But God be thank'd there is no need of me And much I need to helpe you were there need The Royall Tree hath left vs Royall Fruit Which mellow'd by the stealing howres of time Will well become the Seat of Maiestie And make no doubt vs happy by his Reigne On him I lay that you would lay on me The Right and Fortune of his happie Starres Which God defend that I should wring from him Buck. My Lord this argues Conscience in your Grace But the respects thereof are nice and triuiall All circumstances well considered You say that Edward is your Brothers Sonne So say we too but not by Edwards Wife For first was be contract to Lady Lucie Your Mother liues a Witnesse to his Vow And afterward by substitute betroth'd To Bona Sister to the King of France These both put off a poore Petitioner A Care-cras'd Mother to a many Sonnes A Beautie-waining and distressed Widow Euen in the after-noone of her best dayes Made prize and purchase of his wanton Eye Seduc'd the pitch and height of his degree To base declension and loath'd Bigamie By her in his vnlawfull Bed he got This Edward whom our Manners call the Prince More bitterly could I expostulate Saue that for reuerence to some aliue I giue a sparing limit to my Tongue Then good my Lord take to your Royall selfe This proffer'd benefit of Dignitie If not to blesse vs and the Land withall Yet to draw forth your Noble Ancestrie From the corruption of abusing times Vnto a Lineall true deriued course Maior Do good my Lord your Citizens entreat you Buck. Refuse not mightie Lord this proffer'd loue Catesb O make them ioyfull grant their lawfull suit Rich. Alas why would you heape this Care on me I am vnfit for State and Maiestie I doe beseech you take it not amisse I cannot nor I will not yeeld to you Buck If you refuse it as in loue and zeale Loth to depose the Child your Brothers Sonne As well we know your tendernesse of heart And gentle kinde effeminate remorse Which we haue noted in you to your Kindred And egally indeede to all Estates Yet know where you accept our suit or no Your Brothers Sonne shall neuer reigne our King But we will plant some other in the Throne To the disgrace and downe-fall of your House And in this resolution here we leaue you Come Citizens we will entreat no more Exeunt Catesb Call him againe sweet Prince accept their suit If you denie them all the Land will rue it Rich. Will you enforce me to a world of Cares Call them againe I am not made of Stones But penetrable to your kinde entreaties Albeit against my Conscience and my Soule Enter Buckingham and the rest Cousin of Buckingham and sage graue men Since you will buckle fortune on my back To beare her burthen where I will or no. I must haue patience to endure the Load But if black Scandall or foule-fac'd Reproach Attend the sequell of your Imposition Your meere enforcement shall acquittance me From all the impure blots and staynes thereof For God doth know and you may partly see How farre I am from the desire of this Maior God blesse your Grace wee see it and will say it Rich. In saying so you shall but say the truth Buck. Then I salute you with this Royall Title Long liue King Richard Englands worthie King All. Amen Buck. To morrow may it please you to be Crown'd Rich. Euen when you please for you will haue it so Buck. To morrow then we will attend your Grace And so most ioyfully we take our leaue Rich. Come let vs to our holy Worke againe Farewell my Cousins farewell gentle friends Exeunt Actus Quartus Scena Prima Enter the Queene Anne Duchesse of Gloucester the Duchesse of Yorke and Marquesse Dorset Duch. Yorke Who meetes vs heere My Neece Plantagenet Led in the hand of her kind Aunt of Gloster Now for my Life shee 's wandring to the Tower On pure hearts loue to greet the tender Prince Daughter well met Anne God giue your Graces both a happie And a ioyfull time of day Qu. As much to you good Sister whither away Anne No farther then the Tower and as I guesse Vpon the like deuotion as your selues To gratulate the gentle Princes there Qu. Kind Sister thankes wee 'le enter all together Enter the Lieutenant And in good time here the Lieutenant comes Master Lieutenant pray you by your leaue How doth the Prince and my young Sonne of Yorke Lieu. Right well deare Madame by your patience I may not suffer you to visit them The King hath strictly charg'd the contrary Qu. The King who 's that Lieu. I meane the Lord Protector Qu. The Lord protect him from that Kingly Title Hath he set bounds betweene their loue and me I am their Mother who shall barre me from them Duch. Yorke I am their Fathers Mother I will see them Anne Their Aunt I am in law in loue their Mother Then bring me to their sights I le beare thy blame And take thy Office from thee on my perill Lieu. No Madame no I may not leaue it so I am bound by Oath and therefore pardon me Exit Lieutenant Enter Stanley Stanley Let me but meet you Ladies one howre hence And I le salute your Grace of
needfull fitnesse That we adiourne this Court till further day Meane while must be an earnest motion Made to the Queene to call backe her Appeale She intends vnto his Holinesse Kin. I may perceiue These Cardinals trifle with me I abhorre This dilatory sloth and trickes of Rome My learn'd and welbeloued Seruant Cranmer Prethee returne with thy approch I know My comfort comes along breake vp the Court I say set on Exeunt in manner as they enter'd Actus Tertius Scena Prima Enter Queene and her Women as at worke Queen Take thy Lute wench My Soule growes sad with troubles Sing and disperse 'em if thou canst leaue working SONG ORpheus with his Lute made Trees And the Mountaine tops that freeze Bow themselues when he did sing To his Musicke Plants and Flowers Euer sprung as Sunne and Showers There had made a lasting Spring Euery thing that heard him play Euen the Billowes of the Sea Hung their heads then lay by In sweet Musicke is such Art Killing care griefe of heart Fall asleepe or hearing dye Enter a Gentleman Queen How now Gent. And 't please your Grace the two great Cardinals Wait in the presence Queen Would they speake with me Gent. They wil'd me say so Madam Queen Pray their Graces To come neere what can be their busines With me a poore weake woman falne from fauour I doe not like their comming now I thinke on 't They should bee good men their affaires as righteous But all Hoods make not Monkes Enter the two Cardinalls Wolsey Campian Wols Peace to your Highnesse Queen Your Graces find me heere part of a Houswife I would be all against the worst may happen What are your pleasures with me reuerent Lords Wol. May it please you Noble Madam to withdraw Into your priuate Chamber we shall giue you The full cause of our comming Queen Speake it heere There 's nothing I haue done yet o' my Conscience Deserues a Corner would all other Women Could speake this with as free a Soule as I doe My Lords I care not so much I am happy Aboue a number if my actions Were tri'de by eu'ry tongue eu'ry eye saw 'em Enuy and base opinion set against 'em I know my life so euen If your busines Seeke me out and that way I am Wife in Out with it boldly Truth loues open dealing Card. Tanta est erga te mentis integritas Regina serenissima Queen O good my Lord no Latin I am not such a Truant since my comming As not to know the Language I haue liu'd in A strange Tongue makes my cause more strange suspitious Pray speake in English heere are some will thanke you If you speake truth for their poore Mistris sake Beleeue me she ha's had much wrong Lord Cardinall The willing'st sinne I euer yet committed May be absolu'd in English Card. Noble Lady I am sorry my integrity shoul breed And seruice to his Maiesty and you So deepe suspition where all faith was meant We come not by the way of Accusation To taint that honour euery good Tongue blesses Nor to betray you any way to sorrow You haue too much good Lady But to know How you stand minded in the waighty difference Betweene the King and you and to deliuer Like free and honest men our iust opinions And comforts to our cause Camp Most honour'd Madam My Lord of Yorke out of his Noble nature Zeale and obedience he still bore your Grace Forgetting like a good man your late Censure Both of his truth and him which was too farre Offers as I doe in a signe of peace His Seruice and his Counsell Queen To betray me My Lords I thanke you both for your good wills Ye speake like honest men pray God ye proue so But how to make ye sodainly an Answere In such a poynt of weight so neere mine Honour More neere my Life I feare with my weake wit And to such men of grauity and learning In truth I know not I was set at worke Among my Maids full little God knowes looking Either for such men or such businesse For her sake that I haue beene for I feele The last fit of my Greatnesse good your Graces Let me haue time and Councell for my Cause Alas I am a Woman frendlesse hopelesse Wol. Madam You wrong the Kings loue with these feares Your hopes and friends are infinite Queen In England But little for my profit can you thinke Lords That any English man dare giue me Councell Or be a knowne friend ' gainst his Highnes pleasure Though he be growne so desperate to be honest And liue a Subiect Nay forsooth my Friends They that must weigh out my affllictions They that my trust must grow to liue not heere They are as all my other comforts far hence In mine owne Countrey Lords Camp I would your Grace Would leaue your greefes and take my Counsell Queen How Sir Camp Put your maine cause into the Kings protection Hee 's louing and most gracious 'T will be much Both for your Honour better and your Cause For if the tryall of the Law o're take ye You 'l part away disgrac'd Wol. He tels you rightly Queen Ye tell me what ye wish for both my ruine Is this your Christian Councell Out vpon ye Heauen is aboue all yet there sits a Iudge That no King can corrupt Camp Your rage mistakes vs. Queen The more shame for ye holy men I thought ye Vpon my Soule two reuerend Cardinall Vertues But Cardinall Sins and hollow hearts I feare ye Mend 'em for shame my Lords Is this your comfort The Cordiall that ye bring a wretched Lady A woman lost among ye laugh't at scornd I will not wish ye halfe my miseries I haue more Charity But say I warn'd ye Take heed for heauens sake take heed least at once The burthen of my sorrowes fall vpon ye Car. Madam this is a meere distraction You turne the good we offer into enuy Quee. Ye turne me into nothing Woe vpon ye And all such false Professors Would you haue me If you haue any Iustice any Pitty If ye be any thing but Churchmens habits Put my sicke cause into his hands that hates me Alas ha's banish'd me his Bed already His Loue too long ago I am old my Lords And all the Fellowship I hold now with him Is onely my Obedience What can happen To me aboue this wretchednesse All your Studies Make me a Curse like this Camp Your feares are worse Qu. Haue I liu'd thus long let me speake my selfe Since Vertue findes no friends a Wife a true one A Woman I dare say without Vainglory Neuer yet branded with Suspition Haue I with all my full Affections Still met the King Lou'd him next Heau'n Obey'd him Bin out of fondnesse superstitious to him Almost forgot my Prayres to content him And am I thus rewarded 'T is not well Lords Bring me a constant woman to her Husband One that ne're dream'd a Ioy beyond his pleasure And to