and fresh Sutes And giue their fasting Horses Prouender And after fight with them Const I stay but for my Guard on To the field I will the Banner from a Trumpet take And vse it for my haste Come come away The Sunne is high and we out-weare the day Exeunt Enter Gloucester Bedford Exeter Erpingham with all his Hoast Salisbury and Westmerland Glouc. Where is the King Bedf. The King himselfe is rode to view their Battaile West Of fighting men they haue full threescore thousand Exe. There 's fiue to one besides they all are fresh Salisb. Gods Arme strike with vs 't is a fearefull oddes God buy ' you Princes all I le to my Charge If we no more meet till we meet in Heauen Then ioyfully my Noble Lord of Bedford My deare Lord Gloucester and my good Lord Exeter And my kind Kinsman Warriors all adieu Bedf. Farwell good Salisbury good luck go with thee And yet I doe thee wrong to mind thee of it For thou art fram'd of the firme truth of valour Exe. Farwell kind Lord fight valiantly to day Bedf He is as full of Valour as of Kindnesse Princely in both Enter the King West O that we now had here But one ten thousand of those men in England That doe no worke to day King What 's he that wishes so My Cousin Westmerland No my faire Cousin If we are markt to dye we are enow To doe our Countrey losse and if to liue The fewer men the greater share of honour Gods will pray thee wish not one man more By Ioue I am not couetous for Gold Nor care I who doth seed vpon my cost It yernes me not if men my Garments weare Such outward things dwell not in my desires But if it be a sinne to couet Honor I am the most offending Soule aliue No 'faith my Couze wish not a man from England Gods peace I would not loose so great an Honor â— one man more me thinkes would share from me â—r the best hope I haue O doe not wish one more â—ther proclaime it Westmerland through my Hoast â—at he which hath no stomack to this fight â—t him depart his Pasport shall be made Aâ—d Crownes for Conuoy put into his Purse We would not dye in that mans companie That feares his fellowship to dye with vs. This day is call'd the Feast of Crispian He that out-liues this day and comes safe home Will stand a tip-toe when this day is named And rowie him at the Name of Crispian He that shall see this day and liue old age Will yeerely on the Vigil feast his neighbours And say to morrow is Saint Crispian Then will he strip his sleeue and shew his skarres Old men forget yet all shall be forgot But hee 'le remember with aduantages What feats he did that day Then shall our Names Familiar in his mouth as household words Harry the King Bedford and Exeter Warwick and Talbot Salisbury and Gloucester Be in their flowing Cups freshly remembred This story shall the good man teach his sonne And Crispine Crispian shall ne're goe by From this day to the ending of the World But we in it shall be remembred We few we happy few we band of brothers For he to day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother be he ne're so vile This day shall gentle his Condition And Gentlemen in England now a bed Shall thinke the â—selues accurst they were not here And hold their Manhoods cheape whiles any speakes That fought with vs vpon Saint Crispines day Enter Salisbury Sal. My Soueraign Lord bestow your selfe with speed The French are brauely in their battailes set And will with all expedience charge on vs. King All things are ready if our minds be so West Perish the man whose mind is backward now King Thou do'st not wish more helpe from England Couze West Gods will my Liege would you and I alone Without more helpe could fight this Royall battaile King Why now thou hast vnwisht fiue thousand men Which likes me better then to wish vs one You know your places God be with you all Tucket Enter Montioy Mont. Once more I come to know of thee King Harry If for thy Ransome thou wilt now compound Before thy most assured Ouerthrow For certainly thou art so neere the Gulfe Thou needs must be englutted Besides in mercy The Constable desires thee thou wilt-mind Thy followers of Repentance that their Soules May make a peacefull and a sweet retyre From off these fields where wretches their poore bodies Must lye and sester King Who hath sent thee now Mont. The Constable of France King I pray thee beare my former Answer back Bid them atchieue me and then sell my bones Good God why should they mock poore fellowes thus The man that once did sell the Lyons skin While the beast liu'd was kill'd with hunting him A many of our bodyes shall no doubt Find Natiue Graues vpon the which I trust Shall witnesse liue in Brasse of this dayes worke And those that leaue their valiant bones in France Dying like men though buryed in your Dunghills They shall be fam'd for there the Sun shall greet them And draw their honors reeking vp to Heauen Leauing their earthly parts to choake your Clyme The smell whereof shall breed a Plague in France Marke then abounding valour in our English That being dead like to the bullets crasing Breake out into a second course of mischiefe Killing in relapse of Mortalitie Let me speake prowdly Tell the Constable We are but Warriors for the working day Our Gaynesse and our Gilt are all besmyrcht With raynie Marching in the painefull field There 's not a piece of feather in our Hoast Good argument I hope we will not flye And time hath worne vs into slouenrie But by the Masse our hearts are in the trim And my poore Souldiers tell me yet ere Night They 'le be in fresher Robes or they will pluck The gay new Coats o're the French Souldiers heads And turne them out of seruice If they doe this As if God please they shall my Ransome then Will soone be leuyed Herauld saue thou thy labour Come thou no more for Ransome gentle Herauld They shall haue none I sweare but these my ioynts Which if they haue as I will leaue vm them Shall yeeld them little tell the Constable Mont. I shall King Harry And so fare thee well Thou neuer shalt heare Herauld any more Exit King I feare thou wilt once more come againe for a Ransome Enter Yorke Yorke My Lord most humbly on my knee I begge The leading of the Vaward King Take it braue Yorke Now Souldiers march away And how thou pleasest God dispose the day Exeunt Alarum Excursions Enter Pistoll French Souldier Boy Pist Yeeld Curre French Ie pense que vous estes le Gentilhome de bon qualitee Pist Qualtitie calmie cuslure me Art thou a Gentleman What is thy Name discusse French O Seigneur Dieu Pist O Signieur Dewe
her then being a Maid yet ros'd ouer with the Virgin Crimson of Modestie if shee deny the apparance of a naked blinde Boy in her naked seeing selfe It were my Lord a hard Condition for a Maid to consigne to King Yet they doe winke and yeeld as Loue is blind and enforces Burg. They are then excus'd my Lord when they see not what they doe King Then good my Lord teach your Cousin to consent winking Burg. I will winke on her to consent my Lord if you will teach her to know my meaning for Maides well Summer'd and warme kept are like Flyes at Bartholomew-tyde blinde though they haue their eyes and then they will endure handling which before would not abide looking on King This Morall tyes me ouer to Time and a hot Summer and so I shall catch the Flye your Cousin in the latter end and shee must be blinde to Burg. As Loue is my Lord before it loues King It is so and you may some of you thanke Loue for my blindnesse who cannot see many a faire French Citie for one faire French Maid that stands in my way French King Yes my Lord you see them perspectiuely the Cities turn'd into a Maid for they are all gyrdled with Maiden Walls that Warre hath entred England Shall Kate be my Wife France So please you England I am content so the Maiden Cities you talke of may wait on her so the Maid that stood in the way for my Wish shall shew me the way to my Will France Wee haue consented to all tearmes of reason England Is' t so my Lords of England West The King hath graunted euery Article His Daughter first and in sequele all According to their firme proposed natures Exet. Onely he hath not yet subscribed this Where your Maiestie demands That the King of France hauing any occasion to write for matter of Graunt shall name your Highnesse in this forme and with this addition in French Nostre trescher filz Henry Roy d' Angleterre Heretere de Fraunce and thus in Latine Praeclarissimus Filius noster Henricus Rex Angliae Heres Franciae France Nor this I haue not Brother so deny'd But your request shall make me let it passe England I pray you then in loue and deare allyance Let that one Article ranke with the rest And thereupon giue me your Daughter France Take her faire Sonne and from her blood rayse vp Issue to me that the contending Kingdomes Of France and England whose very shoares looke pale With enuy of each others happinesse May cease their hatred and this deare Coniunction Plant Neighbour-hood and Christian-like accord In their sweet Bosomes that neuer Warre aduance His bleeding Sword 'twixt England and faire France Lords Amen King Now welcome Kate and beare me witnesse all That here I kisse her as my Soueraigne Queene Flourish Quee. God the best maker of all Marriages Combine your hearts in one your Realmes in one As Man and Wife being two are one in loue So be there 'twixt your Kingdomes such a Spousall That neuer may ill Office or fell Iealousie Which troubles oft the Bed of blessed Marriage Thrust in betweene the Pation of these Kingdomes To make diuorce of their incorporate League That English may as French French Englishmen Receiue each other God speake this Amen All. Amen King Prepare we for our Marriage on which day My Lord of Burgundy wee 'le take your Oath And all the Peeres for suretie of our Leagues Then shall I sweare to Kate and you to me And may our Oathes well kept and prosp'rous be Senet Exeunt Enter Chorus Thus farre with rough and all-vnable Pen Our bending Author hath pursu'd the Story In little roome confining mightie men Mangling by starts the full course of their glory Small time but in that small most greatly liued This Starre of England Fortune made his Sword By which the Worlds best Garden he atchieued And of it left his Sonne Imperiall Lord. Henry the Sixt in Infant Bands crown'd King Of France and England did this King succeed Whose State so many had the managing That they lost France and made his England bleed Which oft our Stage hath showne and for their sake In your faire minds let this acceptance take FINIS The first Part of Henry the Sixt. Actus Primus Scoena Prima Dead March Enter the Funerall of King Henry the Fift attended on by the Duke of Bedford Regent of France the Duke of Gloster Protector the Duke of Exeter Warwicke the Bishop of Winchester and the Duke of Somerset Bedford HVng be y e heauens with black yield day to night Comets importing change of Times and States Brandish your crystall Tresses in the Skie And with them scourge the bad reuolting Stars That haue consented vnto Henries death King Henry the Fift too famous to liue long England ne're lost a King of so much worth Glost England ne're had a King vntill his time Vertue he had deseruing to command His brandisht Sword did blinde men with his beames His Armes spred wider then a Dragons Wings His sparkling Eyes repleat with wrathfull fire More dazled and droue back his Enemies Then mid-day Sunne fierce bent against their faces What should I say his Deeds exceed all speech He ne're lift vp his Hand but conquered Exe. We mourne in black why mourn we not in blood Henry is dead and neuer shall reuiue Vpon a Woodden Coffin we attend And Deaths dishonourable Victorie We with our stately presence glorifie Like Captiues bound to a Triumphant Carre What shall we curse the Planets of Mishap That plotted thus our Glories ouerthrow Or shall we thinke the subtile-witted French Coniurers and Sorcerers that afraid of him By Magick Verses haue contriu'd his end Winch. He was a King blest of the King of Kings Vnto the French the dreadfull Iudgement-Day So dreadfull will not be as was his sight The Battailes of the Lord of Hosts he fought The Churches Prayers made him so prosperous Glost The Church where is it Had not Church-men pray'd His thred of Life had not so soone decay'd None doe you like but an effeminate Prince Whom like a Schoole-boy you may ouer-awe Winch. Gloster what ere we like thou art Protector And lookest to command the Prince and Realme Thy Wife is prowd she holdeth thee in awe More then God or Religious Church-men may Glost Name not Religion for thou lou'st the Flesh And ne're throughout the yeere to Church thou go'st Except it be to pray against thy foes Bed Cease cease these Iarres rest your minds in peace Let 's to the Altar Heralds wayt on vs In stead of Gold wee 'le offer vp our Armes Since Armes auayle not now that Henry's dead Posteritie await for wretched yeeres When at their Mothers moistned eyes Babes shall suck Our Ile be made a Nourish of salt Teares And none but Women left to wayle the dead Henry the Fift thy Ghost I inuocate Prosper this Realme keepe it from Ciuill Broyles Combat with aduerse
thou at sir Robert He is Sir Roberts sonne and so art thou Bast Iames Gournie wilt thou giue vs leaue a while Gour. Good leaue good Philip. Bast Philip sparrow Iames There 's toyes abroad anon I le tell thee more Exit Iames. Madam I was not old Sir Roberts sonne Sir Robert might haue eat his part in me Vpon good Friday and nere broke his fast Sir Robert could doe well marrie to confesse Could get me sir Robert could not doe it We know his handy-worke therefore good mother To whom am I beholding for these limmes Sir Robert neuer holpe to make this legge Lady Hast thou conspired with thy brother too That for thine owne gaine shouldst defend mine honor What meanes this scorne thou most vntoward knaue Bast. Knight knight good mother Basilisco-like What I am dub'd I haue it on my shoulder But mother I am not Sir Roberts sonne I haue disclaim'd Sir Robert and my land Legitimation name and all is gone Then good my mother let me know my father Some proper man I hope who was it mother Lady Hast thou denied thy selfe a Faulconbridge Bast As faithfully as I denie the deuill Lady King Richard Cordelion was thy father By long and vehement suit I was seduc'd To make roome for him in my husbands bed Heauen lay not my transgression to my charge That art the issue of my deere offence Which was so strongly vrg'd past my defence Bast Now by this light were I â—o get againe Madam I would not wish a better father Some sinnes doe beare their priuiledge on earth And so doth yours your fault was not your follie Needs must you lay your heart at his dispose Subiected tribute to commanding loue Against whose furie and vnmatched force The awlesse Lion could not wage the fight Nor keepe his Princely heart from Richards hand He that perforce robs Lions of their hearts May easily winne a womans aye my mother With all my heart I thanke thee for my father Who liues and dares but say thou didst not well When I was got I le send his soule to hell Come Lady I will shew thee to my kinne And they shall say when Richard me begot If thou hadst sayd him nay it had beene sinne Who sayes it was he lyes I say t was not Exeunt Scaena Secunda Enter before Angiers Philip King of France Lewis Daulphin Austria Constance Arthur Lewis Before Angiers well met braue Austria Arthur that great fore-runner of thy bloud Richard that rob'd the Lion of his heart And fought the holy Warres in Palestine By this braue Duke came early to his graue And for amends to his posteritie At our importance hether is he come To spread his colours boy in thy behalfe And to rebuke the vsurpation Of thy vnnaturall Vncle English Iohn Embrace him loue him giue him welcome hether Arth. God shall forgiue you Cordelions death The rather that you giue his off-spring life Shadowing their right vnder your wings of warre I giue you welcome with a powerlesse hand But with a heart full of vnstained loue Welcome before the gates of Angiers Duke Lewis A noble boy who would not doe thee right Aust Vpon thy cheeke lay I this zelous kisse As seale to this indenture of my loue That to my home I will no more returne Till Angiers and the right thou hast in France Together with that pale that white-fac'd shore Whose foot spurnes backe the Oceans roaring tides And coopes from other lands her Ilanders Euen till that England hedg'd in with the maine That Water-walled Bulwarke still secure And confident from forreine purposes Euen till that vtmost corner of the West Salute thee for her King till then faire boy Will I not thinke of home but follow Armes Const O take his mothers thanks a widdows thanks Till your strong hand shall helpe to giue him strength To make a more requitall to your loue Aust The peace of heauen is theirs y t lift their swords In such a iust and charitable warre King Well then to worke our Cannon shall be bent Against the browes of this resisting towne Call for our cheefest men of discipline To cull the plots of best aduantages Wee 'll lay before this towne our Royal bones Wade to the market-place in French-mens bloud But we will make it subiect to this boy Con. Stay for an answer to your Embassie Lest vnaduis'd you staine your swords with bloud My Lord Chattilion may from England bring That right in peace which heere we vrge in warre And then we shall repent each drop of bloud That hot rash haste so indirectly shedde Enter Chattilion King A wonder Lady lo vpon thy wish Our Messenger Chattilion is arriu'd What England saies say breefely gentle Lord We coldly pause for thee Chatilion speake Chat. Then turne your forces from this paltry siege And stirre them vp against a mightier taske England impatient of your iust demands Hath put himselfe in Armes the aduerse windes Whose leisure I haue staid haue giuen him time To land his Legions all as soone as I His marches are expedient to this towne His forces strong his Souldiers confident With him along is come the Mother Queene An Ace stirring him to bloud and strife With her her Neece the Lady Blanch of Spaine With them a Bastard of the Kings deceast And all th' vnsetled humors of the Land Rash inconsiderate fiery voluntaries With Ladies faces and fierce Dragons spleenes Haue sold their fortunes at their natiue homes Bearing their birth-rights proudly on their backs To make a hazard of new fortunes heere In briefe a brauer choyse of dauntlesse spirits Then now the English bottomes haue waft o're Did neuer flote vpon the swelling tide To doe offence and scathe in Christendome The interruption of their churlish drums Cuts off more circumstance they are at hand Drum beats To parlie or to fight therefore prepare Kin. How much vnlook'd for is this expedition Aust By how much vnexpected by so much We must awake indeuor for defence For courage mounteth with occasion Let them be welcome then we are prepar'd Enter K. of England Bastard Queene Blanch Pembroke and others K. Iohn Peace be to France If France in peace permit Our iust and lineall entrance to our owne If not bleede France and peace ascend to heauen Whiles we Gods wrathfull agent doe correct Their proud contempt that beats his peace to heauen Fran. Peace be to England if that warre returne From France to England there to liue in peace England we loue and for that Englands sake With burden of our armor heere we sweat This toyle of ours should be a worke of thine But thou from louing England art so farre That thou hast vnder-wrought his lawfull King Cut off the sequence of posterity Out-faced Infant State and done a rape Vpon the maiden vertue of the Crowne Looke heere vpon thy brother Geffreyes face These eyes these browes were moulded out of his This little abstract doth containe that large Which died in Gâ—ffrey and
vn-vext retyre With vnhack'd swords and Helmets all vnbruis'd We will beare home that Iustie blood againe Which heere we came to spout against your Towne And leaue your children wiues and you in peace But if you fondly passe our proffer'd offer 'T is not the rounder of your old-fac'd walles Can hide you from our messengers of Warre Though all these English and their discipline Were harbour'd in their rude circumference Then tell vs Shall your Citie call vs Lord In that behalfe which we haue challeng'd it Or shall we giue the signall to our rage And stalke in blood to our possession Cit. In breefe we are the King of Englands subiects For him and in his right we hold this Towne Iohn Acknowledge then the King and let me in Cit. That can we not but he that proues the King To him will we proue loyall till that time Haue we ramm'd vp our gates against the world Iohn Doth not the Crowne of England prooue the King And if not that I bring you Witnesses Twice fifteene thousand hearts of Englands breed Bast Bastards and else Iohn To verifie our title with their liues Fran. As many and as well-borne bloods as those Bast Some Bastards too Fran. Stand in his face to contradict his claime Cit. Till you compound whose right is worthiest We for the worthiest hold the right from both Iohn Then God forgiue the sinne of all those soules That to their euerlasting residence Before the dew of euening fall shall fleete In dreadfull triall of our kingdomes King Fran. Amen Amen mount Cheualiers to Armes Bast Saint George that swindg'd the Dragon And ere since sit's on 's horsebacke at mine Hostesse dore Teach vs some fence Sirrah were I at home At your den sirrah with your Lionnesse I would set an Oxe-head to your Lyons hide And make a monster of you Aust Peace no more Bast O tremble for you heare the Lyon rore Iohn Vp higher to the plaine where we 'l set forth In best appointment all our Regiments Bast Speed then to take aduantage of the field Fra. It shall be so and at the other hill Command the rest to stand God and our right Exeunt Heere after excursions Enter the Herald of France with Trumpets to the gates F. Her You men of Angiers open wide your gates And let yong Arthur Duke of Britaine in Who by the hand of France this day hath made Much worke for teares in many an English mother Whose sonnes lye scattered on the bleeding ground Many a widdowes husband groueling lies Coldly embracing the discoloured earth And victorie with little losse doth play Vpon the dancing banners of the French Who are at hand triumphantly displayed To enter Conquerors and to proclaime Arthur of Britaine Englands King and yours Enter English Herald with Trumpet E. Har. Reioyce you men of Angiers ring your bels King Iohn your king and Englands doth approach Commander of this hot malicious day Their Armours that march'd hence so siluer bright Hither returne all gilt with Frenchmens blood There stucke no plume in any English Crest That is remoued by a staffe of France Our colours do returne in those same hands That did display them when we first marcht forth And like a iolly troope of Huntsmen come Our lustie English all with purpled hands Dide in the dying slaughter of their foes Open your gates and giue the Victors way Hubert Heralds from off our towres we might behold From first to last the on-set and retyre Of both your Armies whose equality By our best eyes cannot be censured Blood hath bought blood and blowes haue answered blowes Strength matcht with strength and power confronted power Both are alike and both alike we like One must proue greatest While they weigh so euen We hold our Towne for neither yet for both Enter the two Kings with their powers at seuerall doores Iohn France hast thou yet more blood to cast away Say shall the currant of our right rome on Whose passage vext with thy impediment Shall leaue his natiue channell and ore-swell with course disturb'd euen thy confining shores Vnlesse thou let his siluer Water keepe A peacefull progresse to the Ocean Fra. England thou hast not sau'd one drop of blood In this hot triall more then we of France Rather lost more And by this hand I sweare That swayes the earth this Climate ouer-lookes Before we will lay downe our iust-borne Armes Wee 'l put thee downe ' gainst whom these Armes wee beare Or adde a royall number to the dead Gracing the scroule that tels of this warres losse With slaughter coupled to the name of kings Bast Ha Maiesty how high thy glory towres When the rich blood of kings is set on fire Oh now doth death line his dead chaps with steele The swords of souldiers are his teeth his phangs And now he feasts mousing the flesh of men In vndetermin'd differences of kings Why stand these royall fronts amazed thus Cry hauocke kings backe to the stained field You equall Potents fierie kindled spirits Then let confusion of one part confirm The others peace till then blowes blood and death Iohn Whose party do the Townesmen yet admit Fra. Speake Citizens for England whos 's your king Hub. The king of England when we know the king Fra. Know him in vs that heere hold vp his right Iohn In Vs that are our owne great Deputie And beare possession of our Person heere Lord of our presence Angiers and of you Fra. A greater powre then We denies all this And till it be vndoubted we do locke Our former scruple in our strong barr'd gates Kings of our feare vntill our feares resolu'd Be by some certaine king purg'd and depos'd Bast By heauen these scroyles of Angiers flout you kings And stand securely on their battelments As in a Theater whence they gape and point At your industrious Scenes and acts of death Your Royall presences be rul'd by mee Do like the Mutines of Ierusalem Be friends a-while and both conioyntly bend Your sharpest Deeds of malice on this Towne By East and West let France and England mount Their battering Canon charged to the mouthes Till their soule-fearing clamours haue braul'd downe The flintie ribbes of this contemptuous Citie I 'de play incessantly vpon these Iades Euen till vnfenced desolation Leaue them as naked as the vulgar ayre That done disseuer your vnited strengths And part your mingled colours once againe Turne face to face and bloody point to point Then in a moment Fortune shall cull forth Out of one side her happy Minion To whom in fauour she shall giue the day And kisse him with a glorious victory How like you this wilde counsell mighty States Smackes it not something of the policie Iohn Now by the sky that hangs aboue our heads I like it well France shall we knit our powres And lay this Angiers euen with the ground Then after fight who shall be king of it Bast And if thou hast the mettle of a king Being wrong'd
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
her part in this And doth deserue a Coronet of Gold Charles Now let vs on my Lords And ioyne our Powers And seeke how we may preiudice the Foe Exeunt Scoena Quarta Enter the King Gloucester Winchester Yorke Suffolke Somerset Warwicke Exeter To them with his Souldiors Talbot Talb. My gracious Prince and honorable Peeres Hearing of your arriuall in this Realme I haue a while giuen Truce vnto my Warres To doe my dutie to my Soueraigne In signe whereof this Arme that hath reclaym'd To your obedience fiftie Fortresses Twelue Cities and seuen walled Townes of strength Beside fiue hundred Prisoners of esteeme Le ts fall his Sword before your Highnesse feet And with submissiue loyaltie of heart Ascribes the Glory of his Conquest got First to my God and next vnto your Grace King Is this the Lord Talbot Vnckle Gloucester That hath so long beene resident in France Glost. Yes if it please your Maiestie my Liege King Welcome braue Captaine and victorious Lord. When I was young as yet I am not old I doe remember how my Father said A stouter Champion neuer handled Sword Long since we were resolued of your truth Your faithfull seruice and your toyle in Warre Yet neuer haue you tasted our Reward Or beene reguerdon'd with so much as Thanks Because till now we neuer saw your face Therefore stand vp and for these good deserts We here create you Earle of Shrewsbury And in our Coronation take your place Senet Flourish Exeunt Manet Vernon and Basset Vern Now Sir to you that were so hot at Sea Disgracing of these Colours that I weare In honor of my Noble Lord of Yorke Dar'st thou maintaine the former words thou spak'st Bass Yes Sir as well as you dare patronage The enuious barking of your sawcie Tongue Against my Lord the Duke of Somerset Vern. Sirrha thy Lord I honour as he is Bass Why what is he as good a man as Yorke Vern Hearke ye not so in witnesse take ye that Strikes him Bass Villaine thou knowest The Law of Armes is such That who so drawes a Sword 't is present death Or else this Blow should broach thy dearest Bloud But I le vnto his Maiestie and craue I may haue libertie to venge this Wrong When thou shalt see I le meet thee to thy cost Vern Well miscreant I le be there as soone as you And after meete you sooner then you would Exeunt Actus Quartus Scena Prima Enter King Glocester Winchester Yorke Suffolke Somerset Warwicke Talbot and Gouernor Exeter Glo. Lord Bishop set the Crowne vpon his head Win. God saue King Henry of that name the sixt Glo. Now Gouernour of Paris take your oath That you elect no other King but him Esteeme none Friends but such as are his Friends And none your Foes but such as shall pretend Malicious practises against his State This shall ye do so helpe you righteous God Enter Falstaffe Fal. My gracious Soueraigne as I rode from Calice To haste vnto your Coronation A Letter was deliuer'd to my hands Writ to your Grace from th' Duke of Burgundy Tal. Shame to the Duke of Burgundy and thee I vow'd base Knight when I did meete the next To teare the Garter from thy Crauens legge Which I haue done because vnworthily Thou was 't installed in that High Degree Pardon me Princely Henry and the rest This Dastard at the battell of Poictiers When but in all I was sixe thousand strong And that the French were almost ten to one Before we met or that a stroke was giuen Like to a trustie Squire did run away In which assault we lost twelue hundred men My selfe and diuers Gentlemen beside Were there surpriz'd and taken prisoners Then iudge great Lords if I haue done amisse Or whether that such Cowards ought to weare This Ornament of Knighthood yea or no Glo. To say the truth this fact was infamous And ill beseeming any common man Much more a Knight a Captaine and a Leader Tal. When first this Order was ordain'd my Lords Knights of the Garter were of Noble birth Valiant and Vertuous full of haughtie Courage Such as were growne to credit by the warres Not fearing Death nor shrinking for Distresse But alwayes resolute in most extreames He then that is not furnish'd in this sort Doth but vsurpe the Sacred name of Knight Prophaning this most Honourable Order And should if I were worthy to be Iudge Be quite degraded like a Hedge-borne Swaine That doth presume to boast of Gentle blood K. Staine to thy Countrymen thou hear'st thy doom Be packing therefore thou that was 't a knight Henceforth we banish thee on paine of death And now Lord Protector view the Letter Sent from our Vnckle Duke of Burgundy Glo. What meanes his Grace that he hath chaung'd his Stile No more but plaine and bluntly To the King Hath he forgot he is his Soueraigne Or doth this churlish Superscription Pretend some alteration in good will What 's heere I haue vpon especiall cause Mou'd with compassion of my Countries wracke Together with the pittifull complaints Of such as your oppression feedes vpon Forsaken your pernitious Faction And ioyn'd with Charles the rightfull king of France O monstrous Treachery Can this be so That in alliance amity and oathes There should be found such false dissembling guile King What doth my Vnckle Burgundy reuolt Glo. He doth my Lord and is become your foe King Is that the worst this Letter doth containe Glo. It is the worst and all my Lord he writes King Why then Lord Talbot there shal talk with him And giue him chasticement for this abuse How say you my Lord are you not content Tal. Content my Liege Yes But y t I am preuented I should haue begg'd I might haue bene employd King Then gather strength and march vnto him straight Let him perceiue how ill we brooke his Treason And what offence it is to flout his Friends Tal. I go my Lord in heart desiring still You may behold confusion of your foes Enter Vernon and Bassit Ver. Grant me the Combate gracious Soueraigne Bas And me my Lord grant me the Combate too Yorke This is my Seruant heare him Noble Prince Som. And this is mine sweet Henry fauour him King Be patient Lords and giue them leaue to speak Say Gentlemen what makes you thus exclaime And wherefore craue you Combate Or with whom Ver. With him my Lord for he hath done me wrong Bas And I with him for he hath done me wrong King What is that wrong wherof you both complain First let me know and then I le answer you Bas Crossing the Sea from England into France This Fellow heere with enuious carping tongue Vpbraided me about the Rose I weare Saying the sanguine colour of the Leaues Did represent my Masters blushing cheekes When stubbornly he did repugne the truth About a certaine question in the Law Argu'd betwixt the Duke of Yorke and him With other vile and ignominious tearmes In confutation of which rude
Ghost He speakes with such a proud commanding spirit For Gods sake let him haue him to keepe them here They would but stinke and putrifie the ayre Char. Go take their bodies hence Lucy I le beare them hence but from their ashes shal be reard A Phoenix that shall make all France affear'd Char. So we be rid of them do with him what y u wilt And now to Paris in this conquering vaine All will be ours now bloody Talbots slaine Exit Scena secunda SENNET Enter King Glocester and Exeter King Haue you perus'd the Letters from the Pope The Emperor and the Earle of Arminack Glo. I haue my Lord and their intent is this They humbly sue vnto your Excellence To haue a godly peace concluded of Betweene the Realmes of England and of France King How doth your Grace affect their motion Glo. Well my good Lord and as the only meanes To stop effusion of our Christian blood And stablish quietnesse on euery side King I marry Vnckle for I alwayes thought It was both impious and vnnaturall That such immanity and bloody strife Should reigne among Professors of one Faith Glo. Beside my Lord the sooner to effect And surer binde this knot of amitie The Earle of Arminacke neere knit to Charles A man of great Authoritie in France Proffers his onely daughter to your Grace In marriage with a large and sumptuous Dowrie King Marriage Vnckle Alas my yeares are yong And fitter is my studie and my Bookes Than wanton dalliance with a Paramour Yet call th' Embassadors and as you please So let them haue their answeres euery one I shall be well content with any choyce Tends to Gods glory and my Countries weale Enter Winchester and three Ambassadors Exet. What is my Lord of Winchester install'd And call'd vnto a Cardinalls degree Then I perceiue that will be verified Henry the Fift did sometime prophesie If once he come to be a Cardinall Hee 'l make his cap coequall with the Crowne King My Lords Ambassadors your seuerall suites Haue bin consider'd and debated on Your purpose is both good and reasonable And therefore are we certainly resolu'd To draw conditions of a friendly peace Which by my Lord of Winchester we meane Shall be transported presently to France Glo. And for the proffer of my Lord your Master I haue inform'd his Highnesse so at large As liking of the Ladies vertuous gifts Her Beauty and the valew of her Dower He doth intend she shall be Englands Queene King In argument and proofe of which contract Beare her this Iewell pledge of my affection And so my Lord Protector see them guarded And safely brought to Douer wherein ship'd Commit them to the fortune of the sea Exeunt Win. Stay my Lord Legate you shall first receiue The summe of money which I promised Should be deliuered to his Holinesse For cloathing me in these graue Ornaments Legat. I will attend vpon your Lordships leysure Win. Now Winchester will not submit I trow Or be inferiour to the proudest Peere Humfrey of Gloster thou shalt well perceiue That neither in birth or for authoritie The Bishop will be ouer-borne by thee I le either make thee stoope and bend thy knee Or sacke this Country with a mutiny Exeunt Scoena Tertia Enter Charles Burgundy Alanson Bastard Reignier and Ione Char. These newes my Lords may cheere our drooping spirits 'T is said the stout Parisians do reuolt And turne againe vnto the warlike French Alan Then march to Paris Royall Charles of France And keepe not backe your powers in dalliance Pucel Peace be amongst them if they turne to vs Else ruine combate with their Pallaces Enter Scout Scout Successe vnto our valiant Generall And happinesse to his accomplices Char. What tidings send our Scouts I prethee speak Scout The English Army that diuided was Into two parties is now conioyn'd in one And meanes to giue you battell presently Char. Somewhat too sodaine Sirs the warning is But we will presently prouide for them Bur. I trust the Ghost of Talbot is not there Now he is gone my Lord you neede not feare Pucel Of all base passions Feare is most accurst Command the Conquest Charles it shall be thine Let Henry fret and all the world repine Char. Then on my Lords and France be fortunate Exeunt Alarum Excursions Enter Ione de Pucell Puc The Regent conquers and the Frenchmen flye Now helpe ye charming Spelles and Periapts And ye choise spirits that admonish me And giue me signes of future accidents Thunder You speedy helpers that are substitutes Vnder the Lordly Monarch of the North Appeare and ayde me in this enterprize Enter Fiends This speedy and quicke appearance argues proofe Of your accustom'd diligence to me Now ye Familiar Spirits that are cull'd Out of the powerfull Regions vnder earth Helpe me this once that France may get the field They walke and speake not Oh hold me not with silenee ouer-long Where I was wont to feed you with my blood I le lopâ— member off and giue it you In earnest of a further benefit So you do condiscend to helpe me now They hang their heads No hope to haue redresse My body shall Pay recompence if you will graunt my suite They shake their heads Cannot my body nor blood-sacrifice Intreate you to your wonted furtherance Then take my soule my body soule and all Before that England giue the French the foyle They depart See they forsake me Now the time is come That France must vale her lofty plumed Crest And let her head fall into Englands lappe My ancient Incantations are too weake And hell too strong for me to buckle with Now France thy glory droopcth to the dust Exit Excursions Burgundie and Yorke fight hand to hand French flye Yorke Damsell of France I thinke I haue you fast Vnchaine your spirits now with spelling Charmes And try if they can gaine your liberty A goodly prize fit for the diuels grace See how the vgly Witch doth bend her browes As if with Circe she would change my shape Puc Chang'd to a worser shape thou canst not be Yor. Oh Charles the Dolphin is a proper man No shape but his can please your dainty eye Puc A plaguing mischeefe light on Charles and thee And may ye both be sodainly surpriz'd By bloudy hands in sleeping on your beds Yorke Fell banning Hagge Inchantresse hold thy tongue Puc I prethee giue me leaue to curse awhile Yorke Curse Miscreant when thou comst to the stake Exeunt Alarum Enter Suffolke with Margaret in his hand Suff. Be what thou wilt thou art my prisoner Gazes on her Oh Fairest Beautie do not feare nor flye For I will touch thee but with reuerend hands I kisse these fingers for eternall peace And lay them gently on thy tender side Who art thou say that I may honor thee Mar. Margaret my name and daughter to a King The King of Naples who so ere thou art Suff. An Earle I am and Suffolke am I call'd Be not offended
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
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
well guerdon'd for these good deserts Elianor Not halfe so bad as thine to Englands King Iniurious Duke that threatest where 's no cause Buck. True Madame none at all what call you this Away with them let them be clapt vp close And kept asunder you Madame shall with vs. Stafford take her to thee Wee 'le see your Trinkets here all forth-comming All away Exit Yorke Lord Buckingham me thinks you watcht her well A pretty Plot well chosen to build vpon Now pray my Lord let 's see the Deuils Writ What haue we here Reades The Duke yet liues that Henry shall depose But him out-line and dye a violent death Why this is iust Aio Aeacida Romanos vincere posso Well to the rest Tell me what fate awaits the Duke of Suffolke By Water shall he dye and take his end What shall betide the Duke of Somerset Let him shunne Castles Safer shall he be vpon the sandie Plaines Then where Castles mounted stand Come come my Lords These Oracles are hardly attain'd And hardly vnderstood The King is now in progresse towards Saint Albones With him the Husband of this louely Lady Thither goes these Newes As fast as Horse can carry them A sorry Breakfast for my Lord Protector Buck. Your Grace shal giue me leaue my Lord of York To be the Poste in hope of his reward Yorke At your pleasure my good Lord. Who 's within there hoe Enter a Seruingman Inuite my Lords of Salisbury and Warwick To suppe with me to morrow Night Away Exeunt Enter the King Queene Protector Cardinall and Suffolke with Faulkners hallowing Queene Beleeue me Lords for flying at the Brooke I saw not better sport these seuen yeeres day Yet by your leaue the Winde was very high And ten to one old Ioane had not gone out King But what a point my Lord your Faulcon made And what a pytch she flew aboue the rest To see how God in all his Creatures workes Yea Man and Birds are fayne of climbing high Suff. No maruell and it like your Maiestie My Lord Protectors Hawkes doe towre so well They know their Master loues to be aloft And beares his thoughts aboue his Faulcons Pitch Glost My Lord 't is but a base ignoble minde That mounts no higher then a Bird can sore Card. I thought as much hee would be aboue the Clouds Glost I my Lord Cardinall how thinke you by that Were it not good your Grace could flye to Heauen King The Treasurie of euerlasting Ioy. Card. Thy Heauen is on Earth thine Eyes Thoughts Beat on a Crowne the Treasure of thy Heart Pernitious Protector dangerous Peere That smooth'st it so with King and Common-weale Glost What Cardinall Is your Priest-hood growne peremptorie Tantaene animis Coelestibus irae Church-men so hot Good Vnckle hide such mallice With such Holynesse can you doe it Suff. No mallice Sir no more then well becomes So good a Quarrell and so bad a Peere Glost As who my Lord Suff. Why as you my Lord An 't like your Lordly Lords Protectorship Glost Why Suffolke England knowes thine insolence Queene And thy Ambition Gloster King I prythee peace good Queene And whet not on these furious Peeres For bl◠〈◊〉 the Peace-makers on Earth Ca◠〈◊〉 me be blessed for the Peace I make Against this prowd Protector with my Sword Glost Faith holy Vnckle would 't were come to that Card. Marry when thou dar'st Glost Make vp no factious numbers for the matter In thine owne person answere thy abuse Card. I where thou dar'st not peepe And if thou dar'st this Euening On the East side of the Groue King How now my Lords Card. Beleeue me Cousin Gloster Had not your man put vp the Fowle so suddenly We had had more sport Come with thy two-hand Sword Glost True Vnckle are ye aduis'd The East side of the Groue Cardinall I am with you King Why how now Vnckle Gloster Glost Talking of Hawking nothing else my Lord. Now by Gods Mother Priest I le shaue your Crowne for this Or all my Fence shall fayle Card. Medice teâ—psum Protector see to 't well protect your selfe King The Windes grow high So doe your Stomacks Lords How irkesome is this Musick to my heart When such Strings iarre what hope of Harmony I pray my Lords let me compound this strife Enter one crying a Miracle Glost What meanes this noyse Fellow what Miracle do'st thou proclayme One A Miracle a Miracle Suffolke Come to the King and tell him what Miracle One Forsooth a blinde man at Saint Albones Shrine Within this halfe houre hath receiu'd his sight A man that ne're saw in his life before King Now God be prays'd that to beleeuing Soules Giues Light in Darknesse Comfort in Despaire Enter the Maior of Saint Albones and his Brethren bearing the man betweene two in a Chayre Card. Here comes the Townes-men on Procession To present your Highnesse with the man King Great is his comfort in this Earthly Vale Although by his sight his sinne be multiplyed Glost Stand by my Masters bring him neere the King His Highnesse pleasure is to talke with him King Good-fellow tell vs here the circumstance That we for thee may glorifie the Lord. What hast thou beene long blinde and now restor'd Simpc. Borne blinde and 't please your Grace Wife I indeede was he Suff. What Woman is this Wife His Wife and 't like your Worship Glost Hadst thou been his Mother thou could'st haue better told King Where wert thou borne Simpc. At Barwick in the North and 't like your Grace King Poore Soule Gods goodnesse hath beene great to thee Let neuer Day nor Night vnhallowed passe But still remember what the Lord hath done Queene Tell me good-fellow Cam'st thou here by Chance or of Deuotion To this holy Shrine Simpc. God knowes of pure Deuotion Being call'd a hundred times and oftner In my sleepe by good Saint Albon Who said Symon come come offer at my Shrine And I will helpe thee Wife Most true forsooth And many time and oft my selfe haue heard a Voyce To call him so Card. What art thou lame Simpc. I God Almightie helpe me Suff. How cam'st thou so Simpc. A fall off of a Tree Wife A Plum-tree Master Glost How long hast thou beene blinde Simpc. O borne so Master Glost What and would'st climbe a Tree Simpc. But that in all my life when I was a youth Wife Too true and bought his climbing very deare Glost ' Masse thou lou'dst Plummes well that would'st venture so Simpc. Alas good Master my Wife desired some Damsons and made me climbe with danger of my Life Glost A subtill Knaue but yet it shall not serue Let me see thine Eyes winck now now open them In my opinion yet thou seest not well Simpc. Yes Master cleare as day I thanke God and Saint Albones Glost Say'st thou me so what Colour is this Cloake of Simpc. Red Master Red as Blood Glost Why that 's well said What Colour is my Gowne of Simpc. Black forsooth
Coale-Black as Iet King Why then thou know'st what Colour Iet is of Suff. And yet I thinke Iet did he neuer see Glost But Cloakes and Gownes before this day a many Wife Neuer before this day in all his life Glost Tell me Sirrha what 's my Name Simpc. Alas Master I know not Glost What 's his Name Simpc. I know not Glost Nor his Simpc. No indeede Master Glost What 's thine owne Name Simpc. Saunder Simpcoxe and if it please you Master Glost Then Saunder sit there The lying'st Knaue in Christendome If thou hadst beene borne blinde Thou might'st as well haue knowne all our Names As thus to name the seuerall Colours we doe weare Sight may distinguish of Colours But suddenly to nominate them all It is impossible My Lords Saint Albone here hath done a Miracle And would ye not thinke it Cunning to be great That could restore this Cripple to his Legges againe Simpc. O Master that you could Glost My Masters of Saint Albones Haue you not Beadles in your Towne And Things call'd Whippes Maior Yes my Lord if it please your Grace Glost Then send for one presently Maior Sirrha goe fetch the Beadle hither straight Exit Glost Now fetch me a Stoole hither by and by Now Sirrha if you meane to saue your selfe from Whipping leape me ouer this Stoole and runne away Simpc. Alas Master I am not able to stand alone You goe about to torture me in vaine Enter a Beadle with Whippes Glost Well Sir we must haue you finde your Legges Sirrha Beadle whippe him till he leape ouer that same Stoole Beadle I will my Lord. Come on Sirrha off with your Doublet quickly Simpc. Alas Master what shall I doe I am not able to stand After the Beadle hath hit him once he leapes ouer the Stoole and runnes away and they follow and cry A Miracle King O God seest thou this and bearest so long Queene It made me laugh to see the Villaine runne Glost Follow the Knaue and take this Drab away Wife Alas Sir we did it for pure need Glost Let thē be whipt through euery Market Towne Till they come to Barwick from whence they came Exit Card. Duke Humfrey ha's done a Miracle to day Suff. True made the Lame to leape and flye away Glost But you haue done more Miracles then I You made in a day my Lord whole Townes to flye Enter Buckingham King What Tidings with our Cousin Buckingham Buck. Such as my heart doth tremble to vnfold A sort of naughtie persons lewdly bent Vnder the Countenance and Confederacie Of Lady Elianor the Protectors Wife The Ring-leader and Head of all this Rout Haue practis'd dangerously against your State Dealing with Witches and with Coniurers Whom we haue apprehended in the Fact Raysing vp wicked Spirits from vnder ground Demanding of King Henries Life and Death And other of your Highnesse Priuie Councell As more at large your Grace shall vnderstand Card. And so my Lord Protector by this meanes Your Lady is forth-comming yet at London This Newes I thinke hath turn'd your Weapons edge 'T is like my Lord you will not keepe your houre Glost Ambitious Church-man leaue to afflict my heart Sorrow and griefe haue vanquisht all my powers And vanquisht as I am I yeeld to thee Or to the meanest Groome King O God what mischiefes work the wicked ones Heaping confusion on their owne heads thereby Queene Gloster see here the Taincture of thy Nest And looke thy selfe be faultlesse thou wert best Glost Madame for my selfe to Heauen I doe appease How I haue lou'd my King and Common-weale And for my Wife I know not how it stands Sorry I am to heare what I haue heard Noble shee is but if shee haue forgot Honor and Vertue and conuers't with such As like to Pytch defile Nobilitie I banish her my Bed and Companie And giue her as a Prey to Law and Shame That hath dis-honored Glosters honest Name King Well for this Night we will repose vs here To morrow toward London back againe To looke into this Businesse thorowly And call these foule Offendors to their Answeres And poyse the Cause in Iustice equall Scales Whose Beame stands sure whose rightful cause preuailes Flourish Exeunt Enter Yorke Salisbury and Warwick Yorke Now my good Lords of Salisbury Warwick Our simple Supper ended giue me leaue In this close Walke to satisfie my selfe In crauing your opinion of my Title Which is infallible to Englands Crowne Salisb. My Lord I long to heare it at full Warw. Sweet Yorke begin and if thy clayme be good The Neuills are thy Subiects to command Yorke Then thus Edward the third my Lords had seuen Sonnes The first Edward the Black-Prince Prince of Wales The second William of Hatfield and the third Lionel Duke of Clarence next to whom Was Iohn of Gaunt the Duke of Lancaster The fift was Edmond Langley Duke of Yorke The sixt was Thomas of Woodstock Duke of Gloster William of Windsor was the seuenth and last Edward the Black-Prince dyed before his Father And left behinde him Richard his onely Sonne Who after Edward the third's death raign'd as King Till Henry Bullingbrooke Duke of Lancaster The eldest Sonne and Heire of Iohn of Gaunt Crown'd by the Name of Henry the fourth Seiz'd on the Realme depos'd the rightfull King Sent his poore Queene to France from whence she came And him to Pumfret where as all you know Harmelesse Richard was murthered traiterously Warw. Father the Duke hath told the truth Thus got the House of Lancaster the Crowne Yorke Which now they hold by force and not by right For Richard the first Sonnes Heire being dead The Issue of the next Sonne should haue reign'd Salisb. But William of Hatfield dyed without an Heire Yorke The third Sonne Duke of Clarence From whose Line I clayme the Crowne Had Issue Phillip a Daughter Who marryed Edmond Mortimer Earle of March Edmond had Issue Roger Earle of March Roger had Issue Edmond Anne and Elianor Salisb. This Edmond in the Reigne of Bullingbrooke As I haue read layd clayme vnto the Crowne And but for Owen Glendour had beene King Who kept him in Captiuitie till he dyed But to the rest Yorke His eldest Sister Anne My Mother being Heire vnto the Crowne Marryed Richard Earle of Cambridge Who was to Edmond Langley Edward the thirds fift Sonnes Sonne By her I clayme the Kingdome She was Heire to Roger Earle of March Who was the Sonne of Edmond Mortimer Who marryed Phillip sole Daughter Vnto Lionel Duke of Clarence So if the Issue of the elder Sonne Succeed before the younger I am King Warw. What plaine proceedings is more plain then this Henry doth clayme the Crowne from Iohn of Gaunt The fourth Sonne Yorke claymes it from the third Till Lionels Issue fayles his should not reigne It fayles not yet but flourishes in thee And in thy Sonnes faire slippes of such a Stock Then Father Salisbury kneele we together And in this priuate Plot be we the first
That shall salute our rightfull Soueraigne With honor of his Birth-right to the Crowne Both. Long liue our Soueraigne Richard Englands King Yorke We thanke you Lords But I am not your King till I be Crown'd And that my Sword be stayn'd With heart-blood of the House of Lancaster And that 's not suddenly to be perform'd But with aduice and silent secrecie Doe you as I doe in these dangerous dayes Winke at the Duke of Saffolkes insolence At Beaufords Pride at Somersets Ambition At Buckingham and all the Crew of them Till they haue snar'd the Shepheard of the Flock That vertuous Prince the good Duke Humfrey 'T is that they seeke and they in seeking that Shall finde their deaths if Yorke â—an prophecie Salisb. My Lord breake we off we know your minde at full Warw. My heart assures me that the Earle of Warwick Shall one day make the Duke of Yorke a King Yorke And Neuill this I doe assure my selfe Richard shall liue to make the Earle of Warwick The greatest man in England but the King Exeunt Sound Trumpets Enter the King and State with Guard to banish the Duchesse King Stand forth Dame Elianor Cobham Glosters Wife In sight of God and vs your guilt is great Receiue the Sentence of the Law for sinne Such as by Gods Booke are adiudg'd to death You foure from hence to Prison back againe From thence vnto the place of Execution The Witch in Smithfield shall be burnt to ashes And you three shall be strangled on the Gallowes You Madame for you are more Nobly-borne Despoyled of your Honor in your Life Shall after three dayes open Penance done Liue in your Countrey here in Banishment With Sir Iohn Stanly in the I le of Man Elianor Welcome is Banishment welcome were my Death Glost Elianor the Law thou seest hath iudged thee I cannot iustifie whom the Law condemnes Mine eyes are full of teares my heart of griefe Ah Humfrey this dishonor in thine age Will bring thy head with sorrow to the ground I beseech your Maiestie giue me leaue to goe Sorrow would sollace and mine Age would ease King Stay Humfrey Duke of Gloster Ere thou goe giue vp thy Staffe Henry will to himselfe Protector be And God shall be my hope my stay my guide And Lanthorne to my feete And goe in peace Humfrey no lesse belou'd Then when thou wert Protector to thy King Queene I see no reason why a King of yeeres Should be to be protected like a Child God and King Henry gouerne Englands Realme Giue vp your Staffe Sir and the King his Realme Glost My Staffe Here Noble Henry is my Staffe As willingly doe I the same resigne As ere thy Father Henry made it mine And euen as willingly at thy feete I leaue it As others would ambitiously receiue it Farewell good King when I am dead and gone May honorable Peace attend thy Throne Exit Gloster Queene Why now is Henry King and Margaret Queen And Humfrey Duke of Gloster scarce himselfe That beares so shrewd a mayme two Pulls at once His Lady banisht and a Limbe lopt off This Staffe of Honor raught there let it stand Where it best fits to be in Henries hand Suff. Thus droupes this loftie Pyne hangs his sprayes Thus Elianors Pride dyes in her youngest dayes Yorke Lords let him goe Please it your Maiestie This is the day appointed for the Combat And ready are the Appellant and Defendant The Armorer and his Man to enter the Lists So please your Highnesse to behold the fight Queene I good my Lord for purposely therefore Left I the Court to see this Quarrell try'de King A Gods Name see the Lyfts and all things fit Here let them end it and God defend the right Yorke I neuer saw a fellow worse bestead Or more afraid to fight then is the Appellant The seruant of this Armorer my Lords Enter at one Doore the Armorer and his Neighbors drinking to him so much that hee is drunke and he enters with a Drumme before him and his Staffe with a Sand-bagge fastened to it and at the other Doore his Man with a Drumme and Sand-bagge and Prentices drinking to him 1. Neighbor Here Neighbour Horner I drinke to you in a Cup of Sack and feare not Neighbor you shall doe well enough 2. Neighbor And here Neighbour here 's a Cuppe of Charneco 3. Neighbor And here 's a Pot of good Double-Beere Neighbor drinke and feare not your Man Armorer Let it come yfaith and I le pledge you all and a figge for Peter 1. Prent. Here Peter I drinke to thee and be not afraid 2. Prent. Be merry Peter and feare not thy Master Fight for credit of the Prentices Peter I thanke you all drinke and pray for me I pray you for I thinke I haue taken my last Draught in this World Here Robin and if I dye I giue thee my Aporne and Will thou shalt haue my Hammer and here Tom take all the Money that I haue O Lord blesse me I pray God for I am neuer able to deale with my Master hee hath learnt so much fence already Salisb. Come leaue your drinking and fall to blowes Sirrha what 's thy Name Peter Peter forsooth Salisb. Peter what more Peter Thumpe Salisb. Thumpe Then see thou thumpe thy Master well Armorer Masters I am come hither as it were vpon my Mans instigation to proue him a Knaue and my selfe an honest man and touching the Duke of Yorke I will take my death I neuer meant him any ill nor the King nor the Queene and therefore Peter haue at thee with a downe-right blow Yorke Dispatch this Knaues tongue begins to double Sound Trumpets Alarum to the Combattants They fight and Peter strikes him downe Armorer Hold Peter hold I confesse I confesse Treason Yorke Take away his Weapon Fellow thanke God and the good Wine in thy Masters way Peter O God haue I ouercome mine Enemies in this presence O Peter thou hast preuayl'd in right King Goe take hence that Traytor from our sight For by his death we doe perceiue his guilt And God in Iustice hath reueal'd to vs The truth and innocence of this poore fellow Which he had thought to haue murther'd wrongfully Come fellow follow vs for thy Reward Sound a flourish Exeunt Enter Duke Humfrey and his Men in Mourning Cloakes Glost Thus sometimes hath the brightest day a Cloud And after Summer euermore succeedes Barren Winter with his wrathfull nipping Cold So Cares and Ioyes abound at Seasons fleet Sirs what 's a Clock Seru. Tenne my Lord. Glost Tenne is the houre that was appointed me To watch the comming of my punisht Duchesse Vnneath may shee endure the Flintie Streets To treade them with her tender-feeling feet Sweet Nell ill can thy Noble Minde abrooke The abiect People gazing on thy face With enuious Lookes laughing at thy shame That erst did follow thy prowd Chariot-Wheeles When thou didst ride in triumph through the streets But soft I thinke she comes and I
he was successiue Heire And such high vaunts of his Nobilitie Did instigate the Bedlam braine-sick Duchesse By wicked meanes to frame our Soueraignes fall Smooth runnes the Water where the Brooke is deepe And in his simple shew he harbours Treason The Fox barkes not when he would steale the Lambe No no my Soueraigne Glouster is a man Vnsounded yet and full of deepe deceit Card. Did he not contrary to forme of Law Deuise strange deaths for small offences done Yorke And did he not in his Protectorship Leuie great summes of Money through the Realme For Souldiers pay in France and neuer sent it By meanes whereof the Townes each day reuolted Buck. Tut these are petty faults to faults vnknowne Which time will bring to light in smooth Duke Humfrey King My Lords at once the care you haue of vs To mowe downe Thornes that would annoy our Foot Is worthy prayse but shall I speake my conscience Our Kinsman Gloster is as innocent From meaning Treason to our Royall Person As is the sucking Lambe or harmelesse Done The Duke is vertuous milde and too well giuen To dreame on euill or to worke my downefall Qu. Ah what 's more dangerous then this fond affiance Seemes he a Doue his feathers are but borrow'd For hee 's disposed as the hatefull Rauen. Is he a Lambe his Skinne is surely lent him For hee 's enclin'd as is the rauenous Wolues Who cannot steale a shape that meanes deceit Take heed my Lord the welfare of vs all Hangs on the cutting short that fraudfull man Enter Somerset Som. All health vnto my gracious Soueraigne King Welcome Lord Somerset What Newes from France Som. That all your Interest in those Territories Is vtterly bereft you all is lost King Cold Newes Lord Somerset but Gods will be done Yorke Cold Newes for me for I had hope of France As firmely as I hope for fertile England Thus are my Blossomes blasted in the Bud And Caterpillers eate my Leaues away But I will remedie this geare ere long Or sell my Title for a glorious Graue Enter Gloucester Glost All happinesse vnto my Lord the King Pardon my Liege that I haue stay'd so long Suff. Nay Gloster know that thou art come too soone Vnlesse thou wert more loyall then thou art I doe arrest thee of High Treason here Glost Well Suffolke thou shalt not see me blush Nor change my Countenance for this Arrest A Heart vnspotted is not easily daunted The purest Spring is not so free from mudde As I am cleare from Treason to my Soueraigne Who can accuse me wherein am I guiltie Yorke 'T is thought my Lord That you tooke Bribes of France And being Protector stay'd the Souldiers pay By meanes whereof his Highnesse hath lost France Glost Is it but thought so What are they that thinke it I neuer rob'd the Souldiers of their pay Nor euer had one penny Bribe from France So helpe me God as I haue watcht the Night I Night by Night in studying good for England That Doyt that ere I wrested from the King Or any Groat I hoorded to my vse Be brought against me at my Tryall day No many a Pound of mine owne proper store Because I would not taxe the needie Commons Haue I dis-pursed to the Garrisons And neuer ask'd for restitution Card. It serues you well my Lord to say so much Glost I say no more then truth so helpe me God Yorke In your Protectorship you did deuise Strange Tortures for Offendors neuer heard of That England was defam'd by Tyrannie Glost Why 't is well known that whiles I was Protector Pittie was all the fault that was in me For I should melt at an Offendors teares And lowly words were Ransome for their fault Vnlesse it were a bloody Murtherer Or foule felonious Theefe that fleec'd poore passengers I neuer gaue them condigne punishment Murther indeede that bloodie sinne I tortur'd Aboue the Felon or what Trespas else Suff. My Lord these faults are easie quickly answer'd But mightier Crimes are lay'd vnto your charge Whereof you cannot easily purge your selfe I doe arrest you in his Highnesse Name And here commit you to my Lord Cardinall To keepe vntill your further time of Tryall King My Lord of Gloster 't is my speciall hope That you will cleare your selfe from all suspence My Conscience tells me you are innocent Glost Ah gracious Lord these dayes are dangerous Vertue is choakt with foule Ambition And Charitie chas'd hence by Rancours hand Foule Subornation is predominant And Equitie exil'd your Highnesse Land I know their Complot is to haue my Life And if my death might make this Iland happy And proue the Period of their Tyrannie I would expend it with all willingnesse But mine is made the Prologue to their Play For thousands more that yet suspect no perill Will not conclude their plotted Tragedie Beaufords red sparkling eyes blab his hearts mallice And Suffolks cloudie Brow his stormie hate Sharpe Buckingham vnburthens with his tongue The enuious Load that lyes vpon his heart And dogged Yorke that reaches at the Moone Whose ouer-weening Arme I haue pluckt-back By false accuse doth leuell at my Life And you my Soueraigne Lady with the rest Causelesse haue lay'd disgraces on my head And with your best endeuour haue stirr'd vp My liefest Liege to be mine Enemie I all of you haue lay'd your heads together My selfe had notice of your Conuenticles And all to make away my guiltlesse Life I shall not want false Witnesse to condemne me Nor store of Treasons to augment my guilt The ancient Prouerbe will be well effected A Staffe is quickly found to beat a Dogge Card. My Liege his rayling is intollerable If those that care to keepe your Royall Person From Treasons secret Knife and Traytors Rage Be thus vpbrayded chid and rated at And the Offendor graunted scope of speech 'T will make them coole in zeale vnto your Grace Suff. Hath he not twit our Soueraigne Lady here With ignominious words though Clarkely coucht As if she had suborned some to sweare False allegations to o'rethrow his state Qu. But I can giue the loser leaue to chide Glost Farre truer spoke then meant I lose indeede Beshrew the winners for they play'd me false And well such losers may haue leaue to speake Buck. Hee 'le wrest the sence and hold vs here all day Lord Cardinall he is your Prisoner Card. Sirs take away the Duke and guard him sure Glost Ah thus King Henry throwes away his Crutch Before his Legges be firme to beare his Body Thus is the Shepheard beaten from thy side And Wolues are gnarling who shall gnaw thee first Ah that my feare were false ah that it were For good King Henry thy decay I feare Exit Gloster King My Lords what to your wisdomes seemeth best Doe or vndoe as if our selfe were here Queene What will your Highnesse leaue the Parliament King I Margaret my heart is drown'd with griefe Whose floud begins to flowe within mine eyes My Body round
and watch me as Ascanius did When he to madding Dido would vnfold His Fathers Acts commenc'd in burning Troy Am I not witcht like her Or thou not false like him Aye me I can no more Dye Elinor For Henry weepes that thou dost liue so long Noyse within Enter Warwicke and many Commons War It is reported mighty Soueraigne That good Duke Humfrey Traiterously is murdred By Suffolke and the Cardinall Beaufords meanes The Commons like an angry Hiue of Bees That want their Leader scatter vp and downe And care not who they sting in his reuenge My selfe haue calm'd their spleenfull mutinie Vntill they heare the order of his death King That he is dead good Warwick 't is too true But how he dyed God knowes not Henry Enter his Chamber view his breathlesse Corpes And comment then vpon his sodaine death War That shall I do my Liege Stay Salsburie With the rude multitude till I returne King O thou that iudgest all things stay my thoghts My thoughts that labour to perswade my soule Some violent hands were laid on Humfries life If my suspect be false forgiue me God For iudgement onely doth belong to thee Faine would I go to chafe his palie lips With twenty thousand kisses and to draine Vpon his face an Ocean of salt teares To tell my loue vnto his dumbe deafe trunke And with my fingers feele his hand vnfeeling But all in vaine are these meane Obsequies Bed put forth And to suruey his dead and earthy Image What were it but to make my sorrow greater Warw. Come hither gracious Soueraigne view this body King That is to see how deepe my graue is made For with his soule fled all my worldly solace For seeing him I see my life in death War As surely as my soule intends to liue With that dread King that tooke our state vpon him To free vs from his Fathers wrathfull curse I do beleeue that violent hands were laid Vpon the life of this thrice-famed Duke Suf. A dreadfull Oath sworne with a solemn tongue What instance giues Lord Warwicke for his vow War See how the blood is setled in his face Oft haue I seene a timely-parted Ghost Of ashy semblance meager pale and bloodlesse Being all descended to the labouring heart Who in the Conflict that it holds with death Attracts the same for aydance ' gainst the enemy Which with the heart there cooles and ne're returneth To blush and beautifie the Cheeke againe But see his face is blacke and full of blood His eye-balles further out than when he liued Staring full gastly like a strangled man His hayre vp rear'd his nostrils stretcht with strugling His hands abroad display'd as one that graspt And tugg'd for Life and was by strength subdude Looke on the sheets his haire you see is sticking His well proportion'd Beard made ruffe and rugged Like to the Summers Come by Tempest lodged It cannot be but he was murdred heere The least of all these signes were probable Suf. Why Warwicke who should do the D. to death My selfe and Beauford had him in protection And we I hope sir are no murtherers War But both of you were vowed D. Humfries foes And you forsooth had the good Duke to keepe T is like you would not feast him like a friend And 't is well seene he found an enemy Queen Than you belike suspect these Noblemen As guilty of Duke Humfries timelesse death Warw. Who finds the Heyfer dead and bleeding fresh And sees fast-by a Butcher with an Axe But will suspect 't was he that made the slaughter Who finds the Partridge in the Puttocks Nest But may imagine how the Bird was dead Although the Kyte soare with vnbloudied Beake Euen so suspitious is this Tragedie Qu. Are you the Butcher Suffolk where 's your Knife Is Beauford tearm'd a Kyte where are his Tallons Suff. I weare no Knife to slaughter sleeping men But here 's a vengefull Sword rusted with ease That shall be scowred in his rancorous heart That slanders me with Murthers Crimson Badge Say if thou dar'st prowd Lord of Warwickshire That I am faultie in Duke Humfreyes death Warw. What dares not Warwick if false Suffolke dare him Qu. He dares not calme his contumelious Spirit Nor cease to be an arrogant Controller Though Suffolke dare him twentie thousand times Warw. Madame be still with reuerence may I say For euery word you speake in his behalfe Is slander to your Royall Dignitie Suff. Blunt-witted Lord ignoble in demeanor If euer Lady wrong'd her Lord so much Thy Mother tooke into her blamefull Bed Some sterne vntutur'd Churle and Noble Stock Was graft with Crab-tree slippe whose Fruit thou art And neuer of the Neuils Noble Race Warw. But that the guilt of Murther bucklers thee And I should rob the Deaths-man of his Fee Quitting thee thereby of ten thousand shames And that my Soueraignes presence makes me milde I would false murd'rous Coward on thy Knee Make thee begge pardon for thy passed speech And say it was thy Mother that thou meant'st That thou thy selfe wast borne in Bastardie And after all this fearefull Homage done Giue thee thy hyre and send thy Soule to Hell Pernicious blood-sucker of sleeping men Suff. Thou shalt be waking while I shed thy blood If from this presence thou dar'st goe with me Warw. Away euen now or I will drag thee hence Vnworthy though thou art I le cope with thee And doe some seruice to Duke Humfreyes Ghost Exeunt King What stronger Brest-plate then a heart vntainted Thrice is he arm'd that hath his Quarrell iust And he but naked though lockt vp in Steele Whose Conscience with Iniustice is corrupted A noyse within Queene What noyse is this Enter Suffolke and Warwicke with their Weapons drawne King Why how now Lords Your wrathfull Weapons drawne Here in our presence Dare you be so bold Why what tumultuous clamor haue we here Suff. The trayt'rous Warwick with the men of Bury Set all vpon me mightie Soueraigne Enter Salisbury Salisb. Sirs stand apart the King shall know your minde Dread Lord the Commons send you word by me Vnlesse Lord Suffolke straight be done to death Or banished faire Englands Territories They will by violence teare him from your Pallace And torture him with grieuous lingring death They say by him the good Duke Humfrey dy'de They say in him they feare your Highnesse death And meere instinct of Loue and Loyaltie Free from a stubborne opposite intent As being thought to contradict your liking Makes them thus forward in his Banishment They say in care of your most Royall Person That if your Highnesse should intend to sleepe And charge that no man should disturbe your rest In paine of your dislike or paine of death Yet notwithstanding such a strait Edict Were there a Serpent seene with forked Tongue That slyly glyded towards your Maiestie It were but necessarie you were wak't Least being suffer'd in that harmefull slumber The mortall Worme might make the sleepe eternall And therefore doe
to blood If you go forward therefore yeeld or dye Cade As for these silken-coated slaues I passe not It is to you good people that I speake Ouer whom in time to come I hope to raigne For I am rightfull heyre vnto the Crowne Staff Villaine thy Father was a Playsterer And thou thy selfe a Sheareman art thou not Cade And Adam was a Gardiner Bro. And what of that Cade Marry this Edmund Mortimer Earle of March married the Duke of Clarence daughter did he not Staf. I sir Cade By her he had two children at one birth Bro. That 's false Cade I there 's the question But I say 't is true The elder of them being put to nurse Was by a begger-woman stolne away And ignorant of his birth and parentage Became a Bricklayer when he came to age His sonne am I deny it if you can But. Nay 't is too true therefore he shall be King Wea. Sir he made a Chimney in my Fathers house the brickes are aliue at this day to testifie it therefore deny it not Staf. And will you credit this base Drudges Wordes that speakes he knowes not what All. I marry will we therefore get ye gone Bro. Iacke Cade the D. of York hath taught you this Cade He lyes for I inuented it my selfe Go too Sirrah tell the King from me that for his Fathers sake Henry the fift in whose time boyes went to Span-counter for French Crownes I am content he shall raigne but I le be Protector ouer him Butcher And furthermore wee 'l haue the Lord Sayes head for selling the Dukedome of Maine Cade And good reason for thereby is England main'd And faine to go with a staffe but that my puissance holds it vp fellow-Fellow-Kings I tell you that that Lord Say hath gelded the Commonwealth and made it an Eunuch more then that he can speake French and therefore hee is a Traitor Staf. O grosse and miserable ignorance Cade Nay answer if you can The Frenchmen are our enemies go too then I ask but this Can he that speaks with the tongue of an enemy be a good Councellour or no All. No no and therefore wee 'l haue his head Bro. Well seeing gentle words will not preuayle Assaile them with the Army of the King Staf. Herald away and throughout euery Towne Proclaime them Traitors that are vp with Cade That those which flye before the battell ends May euen in their Wiues and Childrens sight Be hang'd vp for example at their doores And you that be the Kings Friends follow me Exit Cade And you that loue the Commons follow me Now shew your selues men 't is for Liberty We will not leaue one Lord one Gentleman Spare none but such as go in clouted shooen For they are thrifty honest men and such As would but that they dare not take our parts But. They are all in order and march toward vs. Cade But then are we in order when we are most out of order Come march forward Alarums to the fight wherein both the Staffords are slaine Enter Cade and the rest Cade Where 's Dicke the Butcher of Ashford But. Heere sir Cade They fell before thee like Sheepe and Oxen thou behaued'st thy selfe as if thou hadst beene in thine owne Slaughter-house Therfore thus will I reward thee the Lent shall bee as long againe as it is and thou shalt haue a License to kill for a hundred lacking one But. I desire no more Cade And to speake truth thou deseru'st no lesse This Monument of the victory will I beare and the bodies shall be dragg'd at my horse heeles till I do come to London where we will haue the Maiors sword born before vs. But. If we meane to thriue and do good breake open the Gaoles and let out the Prisoners Cade Feare not that I warrant thee Come let 's march towards London Exeunt Enter the King with a Supplication and the Queene with Suffolkes head the Duke of Buckingham and the Lord Say Queene Oft haue I heard that greefe softens the mind And makes it fearefull and degenerate Thinke therefore on reuenge and cease to weepe But who can cease to weepe and looke on this Heere may his head lye on my throbbing brest But where 's the body that I should imbrace Buc. What answer makes your Grace to the Rebells Supplication King I le send some holy Bishop to intreat For God forbid so many simple soules Should perish by the Sword And I my selfe Rather then bloody Warre shall cut them short Will parley with Iacke Cade their Generall But stay I le read it ouer once againe Qu. Ah barbarous villaines Hath this louely face Rul'd like a wandering Plannet ouer me And could it not inforce them to relent That were vnworthy to behold the same King Lord Say Iacke Cade hath sworne to huae thy head Say I but I hope your Highnesse shall haue his King How now Madam Still lamenting and mourning for Suffolkes death I feare me Loue if that I had beene dead Thou would'st not haue mourn'd so much for me Qu. No my Loue I should not mourne but dye for thee Enter a Messenger King How now What newes Why com'st thou in such haste Mes The Rebels are in Southwarke Fly my Lord Iacke Cade proclaimes himselfe Lord Mortimer Descended from the Duke of Clarence house And calles your Grace Vsurper openly And vowes to Crowne himselfe in Westminster His Army is a ragged multitude Of Hindes and Pezants rude and mercilesse Sir Humfrey Stafford and his Brothers death Hath giuen them heart and courage to proceede All Schollers Lawyers Courtiers Gentlemen They call false Catterpillers and intend their death Kin. Oh gracelesse men they know not what they do Buck. My gracious Lord retire to Killingworth Vntill a power be rais'd to put them downe Qu. Ah were the Duke of Suffolke now aliue These Kentish Rebels would be soone appeas'd King Lord Say the Traitors hateth thee Therefore away with vs to Killingworth Say So might your Graces person be in danger The sight of me is odious in their eyes And therefore in this Citty will I stay And liue alone as secret as I may Enter another Messenger Mess Iacke Cade hath gotten London-bridge The Citizens flye and forsake their houses The Rascall people thirsting after prey Ioyne with the Traitor and they ioyntly sweare To spoyle the City and your Royall Court. Buc. Then linger not my Lord away take horse King Come Margaret God our hope will succor vs. Qu. My hope is gone now Suffolke is deceast King Farewell my Lord trust not the Kentish Rebels Buc. Trust no body for feare you betraid Say The trust I haue is in mine innocence And therefore am I bold and resolute Exeunt Enter Lord Scales vpon the Tower walking Then enters two or three Citizens below Scales How now Is Iacke Cade slaine 1. Cit. No my Lord nor likely to be slaine For they haue wonne the Bridge Killing all those that withstand them The L. Maior
in Capite And we charge and command that their wiues be as free as heart can wish or tongue can tell Dicke My Lord When shall we go to Cheapside and take vp commodities vpon our billes Cade Marry presently All. O braue Enter one with the heads Cade But is not this brauer Let them kisse one another For they lou'd well When they were aliue Now part them againe Least they consult about the giuing vp Of some more Townes in France Soldiers Deferre the spoile of the Citie vntill night For with these borne before vs in steed of Maces Will we ride through the streets at euery Corner Haue them kisse Away Exit Alarum and Retreat Enter againe Cade and all his rabblement Cade Vp Fish-streete downe Saint Magnes corner kill and knocke downe throw them into Thames Sound a parley What noise is this I heare Dare any be so bold to sound Retreat or Parley When I command them kill Enter Buckingham and old Clifford Buc. I heere they be that dare and will disturb thee Know Cade we come Ambassadors from the King Vnto the Commons whom thou hast misled And heere pronounce free pardon to them all That will forsake thee and go home in peace Clif. What say ye Countrimen will ye relent And yeeld to mercy whil'st 't is offered you Or let a rabble leade you to your deaths Who loues the King and will imbrace his pardon Fling vp his cap and say God saue his Maiesty Who hateth him and honors not his Father Henry the fift that made all France to quake Shake he his weapon at vs and passe by All. God saue the King God saue the King Cade What Buckingham and Clifford are ye so braue And you base Pezants do ye beleeue him will you needs be hang'd with your Pardons about your neckes Hath my sword therefore broke through London gates that you should leaue me at the White-heart in Southwarke I thought ye would neuer haue giuen out these Armes til you had recouered your ancient Freedome But you are all Recreants and Dastards and delight to liue in slauerie to the Nobility Let them breake your backes with burthens take your houses ouer your heads rauish your Wiues and Daughters before your faces For me I will make shift for one and so Gods Cursse light vppon you all All. Wee 'l follow Cade Wee 'l follow Cade Clif Is Cade the sonne of Henry the fift That thus you do exclaime you 'l go with him Will he conduct you through the heart of France And make the meanest of you Earles and Dukes Alas he hath no home no place to flye too Nor knowes he how to liue but by the spoile Vnlesse by robbing of your Friends and vs. Wer 't not a shame that whilst you liue at iarre The fearfull French whom you late vanquished Should make a start ore-seas and vanquish you Me thinkes alreadie in this ciuill broyle I see them Lording it in London streets Crying Villiago vnto all they meete Better ten thousand base-borne Cades miscarry Then you should stoope vnto a Frenchmans mercy To France to France and get what you haue lost Spare England for it is your Natiue Coast Henry hath mony you are strong and manly God on our side doubt not of Victorie All. A Clifford a Clifford Wee 'l follow the King and Clifford Cade Was euer Feather so lightly blowne too fro as this multitude The name of Henry the fift hales them to an hundred mischiefes and makes them leaue mee desolate I see them lay their heades together to surprize me My sword make way for me for heere is no staying in despight of the diuels and hell haue through the verie middest of you and heauens and honor be witnesse that no want of resolution in mee but onely my Followers base and ignominious treasons makes me betake mee to my heâ—les Exit Buck. What is he fled Go some and follow him And he that brings his head vnto the King Shall haue a thousand Crownes for his reward Exeunt some of them Follow me souldiers wee 'l deuise a meane To reconcile you all vnto the King Exeunt omnes Sound Trumpets Enter King Queene and Somerset on the Tarras King Was euer King that ioy'd an earthly Throne And could command no more content then I No sooner was I crept out of my Cradle But I was made a King at nine months olde Was neuer Subiect long'd to be a King As I do long and wish to be a Subiect Enter Buckingham and Clifford Buc. Health and glad tydings to your Maiesty Kin. Why Buckingham is the Traitor Cade surpris'd Or is he but retir'd to make him strong Enter Multitudes with Halters about their Neckes Clif. He is fled my Lord and all his powers do yeeld And humbly thus with halters on their neckes Expect your Highnesse doome of life or death King Then heauen set ope thy euerlasting gates To entertaine my vowes of thankes and praise Souldiers this day haue you redeem'd your liues And shew'd how well you loue your Prince Countrey Continue still in this so good a minde And Henry though he be infortunate Assure your selues will neuer be vnkinde And so with thankes and pardon to you all I do dismisse you to your seuerall Countries All. God saue the King God saue the King Enter a Messenger Mes Please it your Grace to be aduertised The Duke of Yorke is newly come from Ireland And with a puissant and a mighty power Of Gallow-glasses and stout Kernes Is marching hitherward in proud array And still proclaimeth as he comes along His Armes are onely to remoue from thee The Duke of Somerset whom he tearmes a Traitor King Thus stands my state 'twixt Cade and Yorke distrest Like to a Ship that hauing scap'd a Tempest Is straight way calme and boorded with a Pyrate But now is Cade driuen backe his men dispierc'd And now is Yorke in Armes to second him I pray thee Buckingham go and meete him And aske him what 's the reason of these Armes Tell him I le send Duke Edmund to the Tower And Somerset we will commit thee thither Vntill his Army be dismist from him Somerset My Lord I le yeelde my selfe to prison willingly Or vnto death to do my Countrey good King In any case be not to rough in termes For he is fierce and cannot brooke hard Language Buc. I will my Lord and doubt not so to deale As all things shall redound vnto your good King Come wife let 's in and learne to gouern better For yet may England curse my wretched raigne Flourish Exeunt Enter Cade Cade Fye on Ambitions fie on my selfe that haue a sword and yet am ready to famish These fiue daies haue I hid me in these Woods and durst not peepe out for all the Country is laid for me but now am I so hungry that if I might haue a Lease of my life for a thousand yeares I could stay no longer Wherefore on a Bricke wall haue I
the Swords of common Souldiers slaine Edw. Lord Staffords Father Duke of Buckingham Is either slaine or wounded dangerous I cleft his Beauer with a down-right blow That this is true Father behold his blood Mount And Brother here 's the Earle of Wiltshires blood Whom I encountred as the Battels ioyn'd Rich. Speake thou for me and tell them what I did Plan. Richard hath best deseru'd of all my sonnes But is your Grace dead my Lord of Somerset Nor. Such hope haue all the line of Iohn of Gaunt Rich. Thus do I hope to shake King Henries head Warw. And so doe I victorious Prince of Yorke Before I see thee seated in that Throne Which now the House of Lancaster vsurpes I vow by Heauen these eyes shall neuer close This is the Pallace of the fearefull King And this the Regall Seat possesse it Yorke For this is thine and not King Henries Heires Plant. Assist me then sweet Warwick and I will For hither we haue broken in by force Norf. Wee 'le all assist you he that flyes shall dye Plant. Thankes gentle Norfolke stay by me my Lords And Souldiers stay and lodge by me this Night They goe vp Warw. And when the King comes offer him no violence Vnlesse he seeke to thrust you out perforce Plant. The Queene this day here holds her Parliament But little thinkes we shall be of her counsaile By words or blowes here let vs winne our right Rich. Arm'd as we are let 's stay within this House Warw. The bloody Parliament shall this be call'd Vnlesse Plantagenet Duke of Yorke be King And bashfull Henry depos'd whose Cowardize Hath made vs by-words to our enemies Plant. Then leaue me not my Lords be resolute I meane to take possession of my Right Warw. Neither the King nor he that loues him best The prowdest hee that holds vp Lancaster Dares stirre a Wing if Warwick shake his Bells I le plant Plantagenet root him vp who dares Resolue thee Richard clayme the English Crowne Flourish Enter King Henry Clifford Northumberland Westmerland Exeter and the rest Henry My Lords looke where the sturdie Rebell sits Euen in the Chayre of State belike he meanes Backt by the power of Warwicke that false Peere To aspire vnto the Crowne and reigne as King Earle of Northumberland he slew thy Father And thine Lord Clifford you both haue vow'd reuenge On him his sonnes his fauorites and his friends Northumb. If I be not Heauens be reueng'd on me Clifford The hope thereof makes Clifford mourne in Steele Westm What shall we suffer this le ts pluck him down My heart for anger burnes I cannot brooke it Henry Be patient gentle Earle of Westmerland Clifford Patience is for Poultroones such as he He durst not sit there had your Father liu'd My gracious Lord here in the Parliament Let vs assayle the Family of Yorke North Well hast thou spoken Cousin be it so Henry Ah know you not the Citie fauours them And they haue troupes of Souldiers at their beck Westm But when the Duke is slaine they 'le quickly flye Henry Farre be the thought of this from Henries heart To make a Shambles of the Parliament House Cousin of Exeter frownes words and threats Shall be the Warre that Henry meanes to vse Thou factious Duke of Yorke descend my Throne And kneele for grace and mercie at my feet I am thy Soueraigne Yorke I am thine Exet. For shame come downe he made thee Duke of Yorke Yorke It was my Inheritance as the Earledome was Exet. Thy Father was a Traytor to the Crowne Warw. Exeter thou art a Traytor to the Crowne In following this vsurping Henry Clifford Whom should hee follow but his naturall King Warw. True Clifford that 's Richard Duke of Yorke Henry And shall I stand and thou sit in my Throne Yorke It must and shall be so content thy selfe Warw. Be Duke of Lancaster let him be King Westm He is both King and Duke of Lancaster And that the Lord of Westmerland shall maintaine Warw. And Warwick shall disproue it You forget That we are those which chas'd you from the field And slew your Fathers and with Colours spread Marcht through the Citie to the Pallace Gates Northumb. Yes Warwicke I remember it to my griefe And by his Soule thou and thy House shall rue it Westm Plantagenet of thee and these thy Sonnes Thy Kinsmen and thy Friends I le haue more liues Then drops of bloud were in my Fathers Veines Cliff Vrge it no more left that in stead of words I send thee Warwicke such a Messenger As shall reuenge his death before I stirre Warw. Poore Clifford how I scorne his worthlesse Threats Plant. Will you we shew our Title to the Crowne If not our Swords shall pleade it in the field Henry What Title hast thou Traytor to the Crowne My Father was as thou art Duke of Yorke Thy Grandfather Roger Mortimer Earle of March I am the Sonne of Henry the Fift Who made the Dolphin and the French to stoupe And seiz'd vpon their Townes and Prouinces Warw. Talke not of France sith thou hast lost it all Henry The Lord Protector lost it and not I When I was crown'd I was but nine moneths old Rich. You are old enough now And yet me thinkes you loose Father teare the Crowne from the Vsurpers Head Edward Sweet Father doe so set it on your Head Mount Good Brother As thou lou'st and honorest Armes Let 's fight it out and not stand cauilling thus Richard Sound Drummes and Trumpets and the King will flye Plant. Sonnes peace Henry Peace thou and giue King Henry leaue to speake Warw. Plantagenet shal speake first Heare him Lords And be you silent and attentiue too For he that interrupts him shall not liue Hen. Think'st thou that I will leaue my Kingly Throne Wherein my Grandsire and my Father sat No first shall Warre vnpeople this my Realme I and their Colours often borne in France And now in England to our hearts great sorrow Shall be my Winding-sheet Why faint you Lords My Title 's good and better farre then his Warw. Proue it Henry and thou shalt be King Hen. Henry the Fourth by Conquest got the Crowne Plant. 'T was by Rebellion against his King Henry I know not what to say my Titles weake Tell me may not a King adopt an Heire Plant. What then Henry And if he may then am I lawfull King For Richard in the view of many Lords Resign'd the Crowne to Henry the Fourth Whose Heire my Father was and I am his Plant. He rose against him being his Soueraigne And made him to resigne his Crowne perforce Warw. Suppose my Lords he did it vnconstrayn'd Thinke you 't were preiudiciall to his Crowne Exet. No for he could not so resigne his Crowne But that the next Heire should succeed and reigne Henry Art thou against vs Duke of Exeter Exet. His is the right and therefore pardon me Plant. Why whisper you my Lords and answer not Exet. My Conscience tells me
Had he been ta'ne we should haue heard the newes Had he beene slaine we should haue heard the newes Or had he scap't me thinkes we should haue heard The happy tidings of his good escape How fares my Brother why is he so sad Richard I cannot ioy vntill I be resolu'd Where our right valiant Father is become I saw him in the Battaile range about And watcht him how he singled Clifford forth Me thought he bore him in the thickest troupe As doth a Lyon in a Heard of Neat Or as a Beare encompass'd round with Dogges Who hauing pincht a few and made them cry The rest stand all aloofe and barke at him So far'd our Father with his Enemies So fled his Enemies my Warlike Father Me thinkes 't is prize enough to be his Sonne See how the Morning opes her golden Gates And takes her farwell of the glorious Sunne How well resembles it the prime of Youth Trimm'd like a Yonker prauncing to his Loue Ed. Dazle mine eyes or doe I see three Sunnes Rich. Three glorious Sunnes each one a perfect Sunne Not seperated with the racking Clouds But seuer'd in a pale cleare-shining Skye See see they ioyne embrace and seeme to kisse As if they vow'd some League inuiolable Now are they but one Lampe one Light one Sunne In this the Heauen figures some euent Edward 'T is wondrous strange The like yet neuer heard of I thinke it cites vs Brother to the field That wee the Sonnes of braue Plantagenet Each one alreadie blazing by our meedes Should notwithstanding ioyne our Lights together And ouer-shine the Earth as this the World What ere it bodes hence-forward will I beare Vpon my Targuet three faire shining Sunnes Richard Nay beare three Daughters By your leaue I speake it You loue the Breeder better then the Male. Enter one blowing But what art thou whose heauie Lookes fore-tell Some dreadfull story hanging on thy Tongue Mess Ah one that was a wofull looker on When as the Noble Duke of Yorke was slaine Your Princely Father and my louing Lord. Edward Oh speake no more for I haue heard too much Richard Say how he dy'de for I will heare it all Mess Enuironed he was with many foes And stood against them as the hope of Troy Against the Greekes that would haue entred Troy But Hercules himselfe must yeeld to oddes And many stroakes though with a little Axe Hewes downe and fells the hardest-tymber'd Oake By many hands your Father was subdu'd But onely slaught'red by the irefull Arme Of vn-relenting Clifford and the Queene Who crown'd the gracious Duke in high despight Laugh'd in his face and when with griefe he wept The ruthlesse Queene gaue him to dry his Cheekes A Napkin steeped in the harmelesse blood Of sweet young Rutland by rough Clifford slaine And after many scornes many foule taunts They tooke his Head and on the Gates of Yorke They set the same and there it doth remaine The saddest spectacle that ere I view'd Edward Sweet Duke of Yorke our Prop to leane vpon Now thou art gone wee haue no Staffe no Stay Oh Clifford boyst'rous Clifford thou hast slaine The flowre of Europe for his Cheualrie And trecherously hast thou vanquisht him For hand to hand he would haue vanquisht thee Now my Soules Pallace is become a Prison Ah would she breake from hence that this my body Might in the ground be closed vp in rest For neuer henceforth shall I ioy againe Neuer oh neuer shall I see more ioy Rich. I cannot weepe for all my bodies moysture Scarse serues to quench my Furnace-burning hart Nor can my tongue vnloade my hearts great burthen For selfe-same winde that I should speake withall Is kindling coales that fires all my brest And burnes me vp with flames that tears would quench To weepe is to make lesse the depth of greefe Teares then for Babes Blowes and Reuenge for mee Richard I beare thy name I le venge thy death Or dye renowned by attempting it Ed. His name that valiant Duke hath left with thee His Dukedome and his Chaire with me is left Rich. Nay if thou be that Princely Eagles Bird Shew thy descent by gazing ' gainst the Sunne For Chaire and Dukedome Throne and Kingdome say Either that is thine or else thou wer 't not his March Enter Warwicke Marquesse Mountacute and their Army Warwick How now faire Lords What faire What newes abroad Rich. Great Lord of Warwicke if we should recompt Our balefull newes and at each words deliuerance Stab Poniards in our flesh till all were told The words would adde more anguish then the wounds O valiant Lord the Duke of Yorke is slaine Edw. O Warwicke Warwicke that Plantagenet Which held thee deerely as his Soules Redemption Is by the sterne Lord Clifford done to death War Ten dayes ago I drown'd these newes in teares And now to adde more measure to your woes I come to tell you things sith then befalne After the bloody Fray at Wakefield fought Where your braue Father breath'd his latest gaspe Tydings as swiftly as the Postes could runne Were brought me of your Losse and his Depart I then in London keeper of the King Muster'd my Soldiers gathered flockes of Friends Marcht toward S. Albons to intercept the Queene Bearing the King in my behalfe along For by my Scouts I was aduertised That she was comming with a full intent To dash our late Decree in Parliament Touching King Henries Oath and your Succession Short Tale to make we at S. Albons met Our Battailes ioyn'd and both sides fiercely fought But whether 't was the coldnesse of the King Who look'd full gently on his warlike Queene That robb'd my Soldiers of their heated Spleene Or whether 't was report of her successe Or more then common feare of Cliffords Rigour Who thunders to his Captiues Blood and Death I cannot iudge but to conclude with truth Their Weapons like to Lightning came and went Our Souldiers like the Night-Owles lazie flight Or like a lazie Thresher with a Flaile Fell gently downe as if they strucke their Friends I cheer'd them vp with iustice of our Cause With promise of high pay and great Rewards But all in vaine they had no heart to fight And we in them no hope to win the day So that we fled the King vnto the Queene Lord George your Brother Norfolke and my Selfe In haste post haste are come to ioyne with you For in the Marches heere we heard you were Making another Head to fight againe Ed. Where is the Duke of Norfolke gentle Warwick And when came George from Burgundy to England War Some six miles off the Duke is with the Soldiers And for your Brother he was lately sent From your kinde Aunt Dutchesse of Burgundie With ayde of Souldiers to this needfull Warre Rich. 'T was oddes belike when valiant Warwick fled Oft haue I heard his praises in Pursuite But ne're till now his Scandall of Retire War Nor now my Scandall Richard dost thou heare For thou shalt know
this strong right hand of mine Can plucke the Diadem from faint Henries head And wring the awefull Scepter from his Fist Were he as famous and as bold in Warre As he is fam'd for Mildnesse Peace and Prayer Rich. I know it well Lord Warwick blame me not 'T is loue I beare thy glories make me speake But in this troublous time what 's to be done Shall we go throw away our Coates of Steele And wrap our bodies in blacke mourning Gownes Numb'ring our Aue-Maries with our Beads Or shall we on the Helmets of our Foes Tell our Deuotion with reuengefull Armes If for the last say I and to it Lords War Why therefore Warwick came to seek you out And therefore comes my Brother Mountague Attend me Lords the proud insulting Queene With Clifford and the haught Northumberland And of their Feather many moe proud Birds Haue wrought the easie-melting King like Wax He swore consent to your Succession His Oath enrolled in the Parliament And now to London all the crew are gone To frustrate both his Oath and what beside May make against the house of Lancaster Their power I thinke is thirty thousand strong Now if the helpe of Norfolke and my selfe With all the Friends that thou braue Earle of March Among'st the louing Welshmen can'st procure Will but amount to fiue and twenty thousand Why Via to London will we march And once againe bestride our foaming Steeds And once againe cry Charge vpon our Foes But neuer once againe turne backe and flye Rich. I now me thinks I heare great Warwick speak Ne're may he liue to see a Sun-shine day That cries Retire if Warwicke bid him stay Ed. Lord Warwicke on thy shoulder will I leane And when thou failst as God forbid the houre Must Edward fall which perill heauen forefend War No longer Earle of March but Duke of Yorke The next degree is Englands Royall Throne For King of England shalt thou be proclaim'd In euery Burrough as we passe along And he that throwes not vp his cap for ioy Shall for the Fault make forfeit of his head King Edward valiant Richard Mountague Stay we no longer dreaming of Renowne But sound the Trumpets and about our Taske Rich. Then Clifford were thy heart as hard as Steele As thou hast shewne it flintie by thy deeds I come to pierce it or to giue thee mine Ed. Then strike vp Drums God and S. George for vs. Enter a Messenger War How now what newes Mes The Duke of Norfolke sends you word by me The Queene is comming with a puissant Hoast And craues your company for speedy counsell War Why then it sorts braue Warriors let 's away Exeunt Omnes Flourish Enter the King the Queene Clifford Northumand Yong Prince with Drumme and Trumpettes Qu. Welcome my Lord to this braue town of Yorke Yonder 's the head of that Arch-enemy That sought to be incompast with your Crowne Doth not the obiect cheere your heart my Lord. K. I as the rockes cheare them that feare their wrack To see this sight it irkes my very soule With-hold reuenge deere God 't is not my fault Nor wittingly haue I infring'd my Vow Clif. My gracious Liege this too much lenity And harmfull pitty must be layd aside To whom do Lyons cast their gentle Lookes Not to the Beast that would vsurpe their Den. Whose hand is that the Forrest Beare doth licke Not his that spoyles her yong before her face Who scapes the lurking Serpents mortall sting Not he that sets his foot vpon her backe The smallest Worme will turne being troden on And Doues will pecke in safegard of their Brood Ambitious Yorke did leuell at thy Crowne Thou smiling while he knit his angry browes He but a Duke would haue his Sonne a King And raise his issue like a louing Sire Thou being a King blest with a goodly sonne Did'st yeeld consent to disinherit him Which argued thee a most vnlouing Father Vnreasonable Creatures feed their young And though mans face be fearefull to their eyes Yet in protection of their tender ones Who hath not seene them euen with those wings Which sometime they haue vs'd with fearfull flight Make warre with him that climb'd vnto their nest Offering their owne liues in their yongs defence For shame my Liege make them your President Were it not pitty that this goodly Boy Should loose his Birth-right by his Fathers fault And long heereafter say vnto his childe What my great Grandfather and Grandsire got My carelesse Father fondly gaue away Ah what a shame were this Looke on the Boy And let his manly face which promiseth Successefull Fortune steele thy melting heart To hold thine owne and leaue thine owne with him King Full well hath Clifford plaid the Orator Inferring arguments of mighty force But Clifford tell me did'st thou neuer heare That things ill got had euer bad successe And happy alwayes was it for that Sonne Whose Father for his hoording went to hell I le leaue my Sonne my Vertuous deeds behinde And would my Father had left me no more For all the rest is held at such a Rate As brings a thousand fold more care to keepe Then in possession any iot of pleasure Ah Cosin Yorke would thy best Friends did know How it doth greeue me that thy head is heere Qu. My Lord cheere vp your spirits our foes are nye And this soft courage makes your Followers faint You promist Knighthood to our forward sonne Vnsheath your sword and dub him presently Edward kneele downe King Edward Plantagenet arise a Knight And learne this Lesson Draw thy Sword in right Prin. My gracious Father by your Kingly leaue I le draw it as Apparant to the Crowne And in that quarrell vse it to the death Clif. Why that is spoken like a toward Prince Enter a Messenger Mess Royall Commanders be in readinesse For with a Band of thirty thousand men Comes Warwicke backing of the Duke of Yorke And in the Townes as they do march along Proclaimes him King and many flye to him Darraigne your battell for they are at hand Clif. I would your Highnesse would depart the field The Queene hath best successe when you are absent Qu. I good my Lord and leaue vs to our Fortune King Why that 's my fortune too therefore I le stay North. Be it with resolution then to fight Prin. My Royall Father cheere these Noble Lords And hearten those that fight in your defence Vnsheath your Sword good Father Cry S. George March Enter Edward Warwicke Richard Clarence Norfolke Mountague and Soldiers Edw. Now periur'd Henry wilt thou kneel for grace And set thy Diadem vpon my head Or bide the mortall Fortune of the field Qu. Go rate thy Minions proud insulting Boy Becomes it thee to be thus bold in termes Before thy Soueraigne and thy lawfull King Ed. I am his King and he should bow his knee I was adopted Heire by his consent Cla. Since when his Oath is broke for as I heare You that are
kindnesse For that it made my imprisonment a pleasure I such a pleasure as incaged Birds Conceiue when after many moody Thoughts At last by Notes of Houshold harmonie They quite forget their losse of Libertie But Warwicke after God thou set'st me free And chiefely therefore I thanke God and thee He was the Author thou the Instrument Therefore that I may conquer Fortunes spight By liuing low where Fortune cannot hurt me And that the people of this blessed Land May not be punisht with my thwarting starres Warwicke although my Head still weare the Crowne I here resigne my Gouernment to thee For thou art fortunate in all thy deeds Warw. Your Grace hath still beene fam'd for vertuous And now may seeme as wise as vertuous By spying and auoiding Fortunes malice For few men rightly temper with the Starres Yet in this one thing let me blame your Grace For chusing me when Clarence is in place Clar. No Warwicke thou art worthy of the sway To whom the Heau'ns in thy Natiuitie Adiudg'd an Oliue Branch and Lawrell Crowne As likely to be blest in Peace and Warre And therefore I yeeld thee my free consent Warw. And I chuse Clarence onely for Protector King Warwick and Clarence giue me both your Hands Now ioyne your Hands with your Hands your Hearts That no dissention hinder Gouernment I make you both Protectors of this Land While I my selfe will lead a priuate Life And in deuotion spend my latter dayes To sinnes rebuke and my Creators prayse Warw. What answeres Clarence to his Soueraignes will Clar. That he consents if Warwicke yeeld consent For on thy fortune I repose my selfe Warw. Why then though loth yet must I be content Wee 'le yoake together like a double shadow To Henries Body and supply his place I meane in bearing weight of Gouernment While he enioyes the Honor and his ease And Clarence now then it is more then needfull Forthwith that Edward be pronounc'd a Traytor And all his Lands and Goods confiscate Clar. What else and that Succession be determined Warw. I therein Clarence shall not want his part King But with the first of all your chiefe affaires Let me entreat for I command no more That Margaret your Queene and my Sonne Edward Be sent for to returne from France with speed For till I see them here by doubtfull feare My ioy of libertie is halfe eclips'd Clar. It shall bee done my Soueraigne with all speede King My Lord of Somerset what Youth is that Of whom you seeme to haue so tender care Somers My Liege it is young Henry Earle of Richmond King Come hither Englands Hope Layes his Hand on his Head If secret Powers suggest but truth To my diuining thoughts This prettie Lad will proue our Countries blisse His Lookes are full of peacefull Maiestie His Head by nature fram'd to weare a Crowne His Hand to wield a Scepter and himselfe Likely in time to blesse a Regall Throne Make much of him my Lords for this is hee Must helpe you more then you are hurt by mee Enter a Poste Warw. What newes my friend Poste That Edward is escaped from your Brother And fled as hee heares since to Burgundie Warw. Vnsauorie newes but how made he escape Poste He was conuey'd by Richard Duke of Gloster And the Lord Hastings who attended him In secret ambush on the Forrest side And from the Bishops Huntsmen rescu'd him For Hunting was his dayly Exercise Warw. My Brother was too carelesse of his charge But let vs hence my Soueraigne to prouide A salue for any sore that may betide Exeunt Manet Somerset Richmond and Oxford Som. My Lord I like not of this flight of Edwards For doubtlesse Burgundie will yeeld him helpe And we shall haue more Warres befor 't be long As Henries late presaging Prophecie Did glad my heart with hope of this young Richmond So doth my heart mis-giue me in these Conflicts What may befall him to his harme and ours Therefore Lord Oxford to preuent the worst Forthwith wee 'le send him hence to Brittanie Till stormes be past of Ciuill Enmitie Oxf. I for if Edward re-possesse the Crowne 'T is like that Richmond with the rest shall downe Som. It shall be so he shall to Brittanie Come therefore let 's about it speedily Exeunt Flourish Enter Edward Richard Hastings and Souldiers Edw. Now Brother Richard Lord Hastings and the rest Yet thus farre Fortune maketh vs amends And sayes that once more I shall enterchange My wained state for Henries Regall Crowne Well haue we pass'd and now re-pass'd the Seas And brought desired helpe from Burgundie What then remaines we being thus arriu'd From Rauenspurre Hauen before the Gates of Yorke But that we enter as into our Dukedome Rich. The Gates made fast Brother I like not this For many men that stumble at the Threshold Are well fore-told that danger lurkes within Edw. Tush man aboadments must not now affright vs By faire or foule meanes we must enter in For hither will our friends repaire to vs. Hast. My Liege I le knocke once more to summon them Enter on the Walls the Maior of Yorke and his Brethren Maior My Lords We were fore-warned of your comming And shut the Gates for safetie of our selues For now we owe allegeance vnto Henry Edw. But Master Maior if Henry be your King Yet Edward at the least is Duke of Yorke Maior True my good Lord I know you for no lesse Edw. Why and I challenge nothing but my Dukedome As being well content with that alone Rich. But when the Fox hath once got in his Nose Hee 'le soone finde meanes to make the Body follow Hast. Why Master Maior why stand you in a doubt Open the Gates we are King Henries friends Maior I say you so the Gates shall then be opened He descends Rich. A wise stout Captaine and soone perswaded Hast The good old man would faine that all were wel So 't were not long of him but being entred I doubt not I but we shall soone perswade Both him and all his Brothers vnto reason Enter the Maior and two Aldermen Edw. So Master Maior these Gates must not be shut But in the Night or in the time of Warre What feare not man but yeeld me vp the Keyes Takes his Keyes For Edward will defend the Towne and thee And all those friends that deine to follow mee March Enter Mountgomerie with Drumme and Souldiers Rich. Brother this is Sir Iohn Mountgomerie Our trustie friend vnlesse I be deceiu'd Edw. Welcome Sir Iohn but why come you in Armes Mount To helpe King Edward in his time of storme As euery loyall Subiect ought to doe Edw. Thankes good Mountgomerie But we now forget our Title to the Crowne And onely clayme our Dukedome Till God please to send the rest Mount Then fare you well for I will hence againe I came to serue a King and not a Duke Drummer strike vp and let vs march away The Drumme begins to march Edw. Nay
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
finde him not there seeke him i' th other place your selfe but indeed if you finde him not this moneth you shall nose him as you go vp the staires into the Lobby King Go seeke him there Ham. He will stay till ye come K. Hamlet this deed of thine for thine especial safety Which we do tender as we deerely greeue For that which thou hast done must send thee hence With fierie Quicknesse Therefore prepare thy selfe The Barke is readie and the winde at helpe Th' Associates tend and euery thing at bent For England Ham. For England King I Hamlet Ham. Good King So is it if thou knew'st our purposes Ham. I see a Cherube that see 's him but come for England Farewell deere Mother King Thy louing Father Hamlet Hamlet My Mother Father and Mother is man and wife man wife is one flesh and so my mother Come for England Exit King Follow him at foote Tempt him with speed aboord Delay it not I le haue him hence to night Away for euery thing is Seal'd and done That else leanes on th' Affaire pray you make haft And England if my loue thou holdst at ought As my great power thereof may giue thee sense Since yet thy Cicatrice lookes raw and red After the Danish Sword and thy free awe Payes homage to vs thou maist not coldly set Our Soueraigne Processe which imports at full By Letters coniuring to that effect The present death of Hamlet Do it England For like the Hecticke in my blood he rages And thou must cure me Till I know 't is done How ere my happes my ioyes were ne're begun Exit Enter Fortinbras with an Armie For. Go Captaine from me greet the Danish King Tell him that by his license Fortinbras Claimes the conueyance of a promis'd March Ouer his Kingdome You know the Rendeuous If that his Maiesty would ought with vs We shall expresse our dutie in his eye And let him know so Cap. I will doo 't my Lord. For. Go safely on Exit Enter Queene and Horatio Qu. I will not speake with her Hor. She is importunate indeed distract her moode will needs be pittied Qu. What would she haue Hor. She speakes much of her Father saies she heares There 's trickes i' th' world and hems and beats her heart Spurnes enuiously at Strawes speakes things in doubt That carry but halfe sense Her speech is nothing Yet the vnshaped vse of it doth moue The hearers to Collection they ayme at it And botch the words vp fit to their owne thoughts Which as her winkes and nods and gestures yeeld them Indeed would make one thinke there would be thought Though nothing sure yet much vnhappily Qu. 'T were good she were spoken with For she may strew dangerous coniectures In ill breeding minds Let her come in To my sicke soule as sinnes true Nature is Each toy seemes Prologue to some great amisse So full of Artlesse iealousie is guilt It spill's it selfe in fearing to be spilt Enter Ophelia distracted Ophe Where is the beauteous Maiesty of Denmark Qu. How now Ophelia Ophe. How should I your true loue know from another one By his Cockle hat and staffe and his Sandal shoone Qu. Alas sweet Lady what imports this Song Ophe. Say you Nay pray you marke He is dead and gone Lady he is dead and gone At his head a grasse-greene Turfe at his heeles a stone Enter King Qu. Nay but Ophelia Ophe. Pray you marke White his Shrow'd as the Mountaine Snow Qu. Alas looke heere my Lord. Ophe. Larded with sweet flowers Which bewept to the graue did not go With true-loue showres King How do ye pretty Lady Ophe. Well God dil'd you They say the Owle was a Bakers daughter Lord wee know what we are but know not what we may be God be at your Table King Conceit vpon her Father Ophe. Pray you let 's haue no words of this but when they aske you what it meanes say you this Tomorrow is S. Valentines day all in the morning betime And I a Maid at your Window to be your Valentine Then vp he rose don'd his clothes dupt the chamber dore Let in the Maid that out a Maid neuer departed more King Pretty Ophelia Ophe. Indeed la without an oath I le make an end out By gis and by S. Charity Alacke and sie for shame Yong men wil doo 't if they come too 't By Cocke they are too blame Quoth she before you tumbled me You promis'd me to Wed So would I ha done by yonder Sunne And thou hadst not come to my bed King How long hath she bin this Ophe. I hope all will be well We must bee patient but I cannot choose but weepe to thinke they should lay him i' th' cold ground My brother shall knowe of it and so I thanke you for your good counsell Come my Coach Goodnight Ladies Goodnight sweet Ladies Goodnight goodnight Exit King Follow her close Giue her good watch I pray you Oh this is the poyson of deepe greefe it springs All from her Fathers death Oh Gertrude Gertrude When sorrowes comes they come not single spies But in Battaliaes First her Father slaine Next your Sonne gone and he most violent Author Of his owne iust remoue the people muddied Thicke and vnwholsome in their thoughts and whispers For good Polonius death and we haue done but greenly In hugger mugger to interre him Poore Ophelia Diuided from her selfe and her faire Iudgement Without the which we are Pictures or meere Beasts Last and as much containing as all these Her Brother is in secret come from France Keepes on his wonder keepes himselfe in clouds And wants not Buzzers to infect his eare With pestilent Speeches of his Fathers death Where in necessitie of matter Beggard Will nothing sticke our persons to Arraigne In eare and eare O my deere Gertrude this Like to a murdering Peece in many places Giues me superfluous death A Noise within Enter a Messenger Qu. Alacke what noyse is this King Where are my Switzers Let them guard the doore What is the matter Mes Saue your selfe my Lord. The Ocean ouer-peering of his List Eates not the Flats with more impittious haste Then young Laertes in a Riotous head Ore-beares your Officers the rabble call him Lord And as the world were now but to begin Antiquity forgot Custome not knowne The Ratifiers and props of euery word They cry choose we Laertes shall be King Caps hands and tongues applaud it to the clouds Laertes shall be King Laertes King Qu. How cheerefully on the false Traile they cry Oh this is Counter you false Danish Dogges Noise within Enter Laertes King The doores are broke Laer. Where is the King sirs Stand you all without All. No let 's come in Laer. I pray you giue me leaue Al. We will we will Laer. I thanke you Keepe the doore Oh thou vilde King giue me my Father Qu. Calmely good Laertes Laer. That drop of blood that calmes Proclaimes me Bastard Cries Cuckold to
indiscretion sometimes serues vs well When our deare plots do paule and that should teach vs There 's a Diuinity that shapes our ends Rough-hew them how we will Hor. That is most certaine Ham. Vp from my Cabin My sea-gowne scarft about me in the darke Grop'd I to finde out them had my desire Finger'd their Packet and in fine withdrew To mine owne roome againe making so bold My feares forgetting manners to vnseale Their grand Commission where I found Horatio Oh royall knauery An exact command Larded with many seuerall sorts of reason Importing Denmarks health and Englands too With hoo such Bugges and Goblins in my life That on the superuize no leasure bated No not to stay the grinding of the Axe My head shoud be struck off Hor. I st possible Ham. Here 's the Commission read it at more leysure But wilt thou heare me how I did proceed Hor. I beseech you Ham. Being thus benetted round with Villaines Ere I could make a Prologue to my braines They had begun the Play I sate me downe Deuis'd a new Commission wrote it faire I once did hold it as our Statists doe A basenesse to write faire and laboured much How to forget that learning but Sir now It did me Yeomans seruice wilt thou know The effects of what I wrote Hor. I good my Lord. Ham. An earnest Coniuration from the King As England was his faithfull Tributary As loue betweene them as the Palme should flourish As Peace should still her wheaten Garland weare And stand a Comma 'tweene their amities And many such like Assis of great charge That on the view and know of these Contents Without debatement further more or lesse He should the bearers put to sodaine death Not shriuing time allowed Hor. How was this seal'd Ham. Why euen in that was Heauen ordinate I had my fathers Signet in my Purse Which was the Modell of that Danish Seale Folded the Writ vp in forme of the other Subscrib'd it gau 't th' impression plac't it safely The changeling neuer knowne Now the next day Was our Sea Fight and what to this was sement Thou know'st already Hor. So Guildensterne and Rosincrance go too 't Ham. Why man they did make loue to this imployment They are not neere my Conscience their debate Doth by their owne insinuation grow 'T is dangerous when the baser nature comes Betweene the passe and fell incensed points Of mighty opposites Hor. Why what a King is this Ham. Does it not thinkst thee stand me now vpon He that hath kil'd my King and whor'd my Mother Popt in betweene th' election and my hopes Throwne out his Angle for my proper life And with such coozenage is' t not perfect conscience To quit him with this arme And is' t not to be damn'd To let this Canker of our nature come In further euill Hor. It must be shortly knowne to him from England What is the issue of the businesse there Ham. It will be short The interim's mine and a mans life 's no more Then to say one but I am very sorry good Horatio That to Laertes I forgot my selfe For by the image of my Cause I see The Portraiture of his I le count his fauours But sure the brauery of his griefe did put me Into a Towring passion Hor. Peace who comes heere Enter young Osricke Osr Your Lordship is right welcome back to Denmarke Ham. I humbly thank you Sir dost know this waterflie Hor. No my good Lord. Ham. Thy state is the more gracious for 't is a vice to know him he hath much Land and fertile let a Beast be Lord of Beasts and his Crib shall stand at the Kings Messe 't is a Chowgh but as I saw spacious in the possession of dirt Osr Sweet Lord if your friendship were at leysure I should impart a thing to you from his Maiesty Ham. I will receiue it with all diligence of spirit put your Bonet to his right vse 't is for the head Osr I thanke your Lordship 't is very hot Ham. No beleeue mee 't is very cold the winde is Northerly Osr It is indifferent cold my Lord indeed Ham. Mee thinkes it is very soultry and hot for my Complexion Osr Exceedingly my Lord it is very soultry as 't were I cannot tell how but my Lord his Maiesty bad me signifie to you that he ha's laid a great wager on your head Sir this is the matter Ham. I beseech you remember Osr Nay in good faith for mine ease in good faith Sir you are not ignorant of what excellence Laertes is at his weapon Ham. What 's his weapon Osr Rapier and dagger Ham. That 's two of his weapons but well Osr The sir King ha's wag'd with him six Barbary Horses against the which he impon'd as I take it sixe French Rapiers and Poniards with their assignes as Girdle Hangers or so three of the Carriages infaith are very deare to fancy very responsiue to the hilts most delicate carriages and of very liberall conceit Ham. What call you the Carriages Osr The Carriages Sir are the hangers Ham. The phrase would bee more Germaine to the matter If we could carry Cannon by our sides I would it might be Hangers till then but on sixe Barbary Horses against sixe French Swords their Assignes and three liberall conceited Carriages that 's the French but against the Danish why is this impon'd as you call it Osr The King Sir hath laid that in a dozen passes betweene you and him hee shall not exceed you three hits He hath one twelue for mine and that would come to imediate tryall if your Lordship would vouchsafe the Answere Ham. How if I answere no Osr I meane my Lord the opposition of your person in tryall Ham. Sir I will walke heere in the Hall if it please his Maiestie 't is the breathing time of day with me let the Foyles bee brought the Gentleman willing and the King hold his purpose I will win for him if I can if not I le gaine nothing but my shame and the odde hits Osr Shall I redeliuer you ee'n so Ham. To this effect Sir after what flourish your nature will Osr I commend my duty to your Lordship Ham. Yours yours hee does well to commend it himselfe there are no tongues else for 's tongue Hor. This Lapwing runs away with the shell on his head Ham. He did Complie with his Dugge before hee suck't it thus had he and mine more of the same Beauy that I know the drossie age dotes on only got the tune of the time and outward habite of encounter a kinde of yesty collection which carries them through through the most fond and winnowed opinions and doe but blow them to their tryalls the Bubbles are out Hor. You will lose this wager my Lord. Ham. I doe not thinke so since he went into France I haue beene in continuall practice I shall winne at the oddes but thou wouldest not thinke how all heere about my heart but it is no
vpon with meruaile Come I le fill your Graue vp stirre nay come away Bequeath to Death your numnesse for from him Deare Life redeemes you you perceiue she stirres Start not her Actions shall be holy as You heare my Spell is lawfull doe not shun her Vntill you see her dye againe for then You kill her double Nay present your Hand When she was young you woo'd her now in age Is she become the Suitor Leo. Oh she 's warme If this be Magick let it be an Art Lawfull as Eating Pol. She embraces him Cam. She hangs about his necke If she pertaine to life let her speake too Pol. I and make it manifest where she ha's liu'd Or how stolne from the dead Paul That she is liuing Were it but told you should be hooted at Like an old Tale but it appeares she liues Though yet she speake not Marke a little while Please you to interpose faire Madam kneele And pray your Mothers blessing turne good Lady Our Perdita is found Her You Gods looke downe And from your sacred Viols poure your graces Vpon my daughters head Tell me mine owne Where hast thou bin preseru'd Where liu'd How found Thy Fathers Court For thou shalt heare that I Knowing by Paulina that the Oracle Gaue hope thou wast in being haue preseru'd My selfe to see the yssue Paul There 's ttme enough for that Leaft they desire vpon this push to trouble Your ioyes with like Relation Go together You precious winners all your exultation Partake to euery one I an old Turtle Will wing me to some wither'd bough and there My Mate that 's neuer to be found againe Lament till I am lost Leo. O peace Paulina Thou shouldst a husband take by my consent As I by thine a Wife This is a Match And made betweene's by Vowes Thou hast found mine But how is to be question'd for I saw her As I thought dead and haue in vaine said many A prayer vpon her graue I le not seeke faire For him I partly know his minde to finde thee An honourable husband Come Camillo And take her by the hand whose worth and honesty Is richly noted and heere iustified By Vs a paire of Kings Let 's from this place What looke vpon my Brother both your pardons That ere I put betweene your holy lookes My ill suspition This your Son-in-law And Sonne vnto the King whom heauens directing Is troth-plight to your daughter Good Paulina Leade vs from hence where we may leysurely Each one demand and answere to his part Perform'd in this wide gap of Time since first We were disseuer'd Hastily lead away Exeunt The Names of the Actors LEontes King of Sicillia Mamillus yong Prince of Sicillia Camillo Foure Lords of Sicillia Antigonus Foure Lords of Sicillia Cleomines Foure Lords of Sicillia Dion Foure Lords of Sicillia Hermione Queene to Leontes Perdita Daughter to Leontes and Hermione Paulina wife to Antigonus Emilia a Lady Polixenes King of Bohemia Florizell Prince of Bohemia Old Shepheard reputed Father of Perdita Clowne his Sonne Autolicus a Rogue Archidamus a Lord of Bohemia Other Lords and Gentlemen and Seruants Shepheards and Shephearddesses FINIS The life and death of King Iohn Actus Primus Scaena Prima Enter King Iohn Queene Elinor Pembroke Essex and Salisbury with the Chattylion of France King Iohn NOw say Chatillion what would France with vs Chat. Thus after greeting speakes the King of France In my behauiour to the Maiesty The borrowed Maiesty of England heere Elea. A strange beginning borrowed Maiesty K. Iohn Silence good mother heare the Embassie Chat. Philip of France in right and true behalfe Of thy deceased brother Geffreyes sonne Arthur Plantagines laies most lawfull claime To this faire Iland and the Territories To Ireland Poyctiers Aniowe Torayne Maine Desiring thee to lay aside the sword Which swaies vsurpingly these seuerall titles And put the same into yong Arthurs hand Thy Nephew and right royall Soueraigne K. Iohn What followes if we disallow of this Chat. The proud controle of fierce and bloudy warre To inforce these rights so forcibly with-held K. Io. Heere haue we wat for war bloud for bloud Controlement for controlement so answer France Chat. Then take my Kings defiance from my mouth The farthest limit of my Embassie K. Iohn Beare mine to him and so depart in peace Be thou as lightning in the eies of France For ere thou canst report I will be there The thunder of my Cannon shall be heard So hence be thou the trumpet of our wraths And sullen presage of your owne decay An honourable conduct let him haue Pembroke looke too 't farewell Chattillion Exit Chat and Pem Ele. What now my sonne haue I not euer said How that ambitious Constance would not coast Till she had kindled France and all the world Vpon the right and party of her sonne This might haue beene preueâ—ed and made whole With very easie arguments of loue Which now the maâ—nage of two kingdomes must With fearefull bloudy issue arbitrate K. Iohn Out strong possession and our right for vs Eli. Your strong possessioÌ„ much more then your right Or else it must go wrong with you and me So much my conscience whispers in your eare Which none but heauen and you and I shall heare Enter a Sheriffe Essex My Liege here is the strangest controuersie Come from the Country to be iudg'd by you That ere I heard shall I produce the men K. Iohn Let them approach Our Abbies and our Priories shall pay This expeditious charge what men are you Enter Robert Faulconbridge and Philip. Philip. Your faithfull subiect I a gentleman Borne in Northamptonshire and eldest sonne As I suppose to Robert Faulconbridge A Souldier by the Honor-giuing-hand Of Cordelion Knighted in the field K. Iohn What art thou Robert The son and heire to that same Faulconbridge K. Iohn Is that the elder and art thou the heyre You came not of one mother then it seemes Philip. Most certain of one mother mighty King That is well knowne and as I thinke one father But for the certaine knowledge of that truth I put you o're to heauen and to my mother Of that I doubt as all mens children may Eli. Out on thee rude man y u dost shame thy mother And wound her honor with this diffidence Phil. I Madame No I haue no reason for it That is my brothers plea and none of mine The which if he can proue a pops me out At least from faire fiue hundred pound a yeere Heauen guard my mothers honor and my Land K. Iohn A good blunt fellow why being yonger born Doth he lay claime to thine inheritance Phil. I know not why except to get the land But once he slanderd me with bastardy But where I be as true begot or no That still I lay vpon my mothers head But that I am as well begot my Liege Faire fall the bones that tooke the paines for me Compare our faces and be Iudge your selfe If old Sir Robert
the hand of time Shall draw this breefe into as huge a volume That Geffrey was thy elder brother borne And this his sonne England was Geffreys right And this is Geffreyes in the name of God How comes it then that thou art call'd a King When liuing blood doth in these temples beat Which owe the crowne that thou ore-masterest K. Iohn From whom hast thou this great commission To draw my answer from thy Articles Fra. FroÌ„ that supernal Iudge that stirs good thoughts France In any beast of strong authoritie To looke into the blots and staines of right That Iudge hath made me guardian to this boy Vnder whose warrant I impeach thy wrong And by whose helpe I meane to chastise it K. Iohn Alack thou dost vsurpe authoritie Fran. Excuse it is to beat vsurping downe Queen Who is it thou dost call vsurper France Const Let me make answer thy vsurping sonne Queen Out insolent thy bastard shall be King That thou maist be a Queen and checke the world Con. My bed was euer to thy sonne as true As thine was to thy husband and this boy Liker in feature to his father Geffrey Then thou and Iohn in manners being as like As raine to water or deuill to his damme My boy a bastard by my soule I thinke His father neuer was so true begot It cannot be and if thou wert his mother Queen There 's a good mother boy that blots thy father Const There 's a good grandame boy That would blot thee Aust Peace Bast Heare the Cryer Aust What the deuill art thou Bast One that wil play the deuill sir with you And a may catch your hide and you alone You are the Hare of whom the Prouerb goes Whose valour plucks dead Lyons by the beard I le smoake your skin-coat and I catch you right Sirra looke too 't yfaith I will yfaith Blan. O well did he become that Lyons robe That did disrobe the Lion of that robe Bast It lies as sightly on the backe of him As great Alcides shooes vpon an Asse But Asse I le take that burthen from your backe Or lay on that shall make your shoulders cracke Aust What cracker is this same that deafes our eares With this abundance of superfluous breath King Lewis determine what we shall doe strait Lew. Women fooles breake off your conference King Iohn this is the very summe of all England and Ireland Angiers Toraine Maine In right of Arthur doe I claime of thee Wilt thou resigne them and lay downe thy Armes Iohn My life as soone I doe defie thee France Arthur of Britaine yeeld thee to my hand And out of my deere loue I le giue thee more Then ere the coward hand of France can win Submit thee boy Queen Come to thy grandame child Coâ—s Doe childe goe to yt grandame childe Giue grandame kingdome and it grandame will Giue yt a plum a cherry and a figge There 's a good grandame Arthur Good my mother peace I would that I were low laid in my graue I am not worth this coyle that 's made for me Qu. Mo. His mother shames him so poore boy hee weepes Con. Now shame vpon you where she does or no His granâ—ames wrongs and not his mothers shames Drawes those heauen-mouing pearles froÌ„ his poor eies Which heauen shall take in nature of a fee I with these Christall beads heauen shall be brib'd To doe him Iustice and reuenge on you Qu. Thou monstrous slanderer of heauen and earth Con. Thou monstrous of Iniurer of heauen and earth Call not me slanderer thou and thine vsurpe The Dominations Royalties and rights Of this oppressed boy this is thy eldest sonnes sonne Infortunate in nothing but in thee Thy sinnes are visited in this poore childe The Canon of the Law is laide on him Being but the second generation Remoued from thy sinne-conceiuing wombe Iohn Bedlâ— haue done Con. I haue but this to say That he is not onely plagued for her sin But God hath made her sinne and her the plague On this remoued issue plagued for her And with her plague her sinne his iniury Her iniurie the Beadle to her sinne All punish'd 〈◊〉 the person of this childe And all for her a plague vpon her Que. Thou vnaduised scold I can produce A Will that barres the title of thy sonne Con. I who doubts that a Will a wicked will A womans will a cankred Grandams will Fra. Peace Lady pause or be more temperate It ill beseemes this presence to cry ayme To these ill-tuned repetitions Some Trumpet summon hither to the walles These men of Angiers let vs heare them speake Whose title they admit Arthurs or Iohns Trumpet sounds Enter a Citizen vpon the walles Cit. Who is it that hath warn'd vs to the walles Fra. 'T is France for England Iohn England for it selfe You men of Angiers and my louing subiects Fra. You louing men of Angiers Arthurs subiects Our Trumpet call'd you to this gentle parle Iohn For our aduantage therefore heare vs first These flagges of France that are aduanced heere Before the eye and prospect of your Towne Haue hither march'd to your endamagement The Canons haue their bowels full of wrath And ready mounted are they to spit forth Their Iron indignation ' gainst your walles All preparation for a bloody siedge And merciles proceeding by these French Comfort yours Citties eies your winking gates And but for our approch those sleeping stones That as a waste doth girdle you about By the compulsion of their Ordinance By this time from their fixed beds of lime Had bin dishabited and wide hauocke made For bloody power to rush vppon your peace But on the sight of vs your lawfull King Who painefully with much expedient march Haue brought a counter-cheeke before your gates To saue vnscratch'd your Citties threatned cheekes Behold the French amaz'd vouchsafe a parle And now insteed of bulletts wrapt in fire To make a shaking feuer in your walles They shoote but calme words folded vp in smoake To make a faithlesse errour in your eares Which trust accordingly kinde Cittizens And let vs in Your King whose labour'd spirits Fore-wearied in this action of swift speede Craues harbourage within your Citie walles France When I haue saide make answer to vs both Loe in this right hand whose protection Is most diuinely vow'd vpon the right Of him it holds stands yong Plâ—tagenâ—s Sonne to the elder brother of this man And King ore him and all that he enioyes For this downe-troden equity we tread In warlike march these greenes before your Towne Being no further enemy to you Then the constraint of hospitable zeale In the releefe of this oppressed childe Religiously prouokes Be pleased then To pay that dutie which you truly owe To him that owes it namely this yong Prince And then our Armes like to a muzled Beare Saue in aspect hath all offence seal'd vp Our Cannons malice vainly shall be spent Against th' involuerable clouds of heauen And with a blessed and
as we are by this peeuish Towne Turne thou the mouth of thy Artillerie As we will ours against these sawcie walles And when that we haue dash'd them to the ground Why then defie each other and pell-mell Make worke vpon our selues for heauen or hell Fra. Let it be so say where will you assault Iohn We from the West will send destruction Into this Cities bosome Aust I from the North. Fran. Our Thunder from the South Shall raine their drift of bullets on this Towne Bast O prudent discipline From North to South Austria and France shoot in each others mouth I le stirre them to it Come away away Hub. Heare vs great kings vouchsafe awhile to stay And I shall shew you peace and faire-fac'd league Win you this Citie without stroke or wound Rescue those breathing liues to dye in beds That heere come sacrifices for the field Perseuer not but heare me mighty kings Iohn Speake on with favour we are bent to heare Hub. That daughter there of Spaine the Lady Blanch Is neere to England looke vpon the yeeres Of Lewes the Dolphin and that louely maid If lustie loue should go in quest of beautie Where should he finde it fairer theâ— in Blanch If zealous loue should go in search of vertue Where should he finde iâ— purer then in Blanch If loue ambitious sought a match of birth Whose veines bound richer blood then Lady Blanch Such as she is in beautie vertue birth Is the yong Dolphin euery way compleat If not compleat of say he is not shee And she againe wants nothing to name want If want it be not that she is not hee He is the halfe-part oâ— a blessed man Left to be finished by such as shee And she a faire diuided excellence Whose fulnesse of perfection lyes in him O two such siluer currents when they ioyne Do glorifie the bankes that bound them in And two such shores to two such streames made one Two such controlling bounds shall you be kings To these two Princes if you marrie them This Vnion shall do more then batterie can To our fast closed gates for at this match With swifter spleene then powder can enforce The mouth of passage shall we sling wide ope And giue you entrance but without this match The sea enraged is not halfe so deafe Lyons more confident Mountaines and rockes More free from motion no not death himselfe In mortall furie halfe so peremptorie As we to keepe this Citie Bast Heere 's a stay That shakes the rotten carkasse of old death Out of his ragges Here 's a large mouth indeede That spits forth death and mountaines rockes and seas Talkes as familiarly of roaring Lyons As maids of thirteene do of puppi-dogges What Cannoneere begot this Iustie blood He speakes plaine Cannon fire and smoake and bounce He giues the bastinado with his tongue Our eares are cudgel'd not a word of his But buffets better then a fist of France Zounds I was neuer so bethumpt with words Since I first cal'd my brothers father Dad. Old Qu. Son list to this coniunction make this match Giue with our Neece a dowrie large enough For by this knot thou shalt so surely tye Thy now vnsur'd assurance to the Crowne That you greene boy shall haue no Sunne to ripe The bloome that promiseth a mightie fruite I see a yeelding in the lookes of France Marke how they whisper vrge them while their soules Are capeable of this ambition Least zeale now melted by the windie breath Of soft petitions pittie and remorse Coole and congeale againe to what it was Hub. Why answer not the double Maiesties This friendly treatie of our threatned Towne Fra. Speake England first that hath bin forward first To speake vnto this Cittie what say you Iohn If that the Dolphin there thy Princely sonne Can in this booke of beautie râ—ad I loue Her Dowrie shall weigh equall with a Queene For Angiers and faire Toraine Maine Poyctiers And all that we vpon this side the Sea Except this Cittie now by vs besiedg'd Finde liable to our Crowne and Dignitie Shall gild her bridall bed and make her rich In titles honors and promotions As she in beautie education blood Holdes hand with any Princesse of the world Fra. What sai'st thou boy looke in the Ladies face Dol. I do my Lord and in her eie I find A wonder or a wondrous miracle The shadow of my selfe form'd in her eye Which being but the shadow of your sonne Becomes a sonne and makes your sonne a shadow I do protest I neuer lou'd my selfe Till now infixed I beheld my selfe Drawne in the flattering table of her eie Whispers with Blanch. Bast Drawne in the flattering table of her eie Hang'd in the frowning wrinkle of her brow And quarter'd in her heart hee doth espie Himselfe loues traytor this is pittie now That hang'd and drawne and quarter'd there should be In such a loue so vile a Lout as he Blan. My vnckles will in this respect is mine If he see ought in you that makes him like That any thing he see 's which moues his liking I can with ease translate it to my will Or if you will to speake more properly I will enforce it easlie to my loue Further I will not flatter you my Lord That all I see in you is worthie loue Then this that nothing do I see in you Though churlish thoughts themselues should bee your Iudge That I can finde should merit any hate Iohn What saie these yong-ones What say you my Neece Blan. That she is bound in honor still to do What you in wisedome still vouchsafe to say Iohn Speake then Prince Dolphin can you loue this Ladie Dol. Nay aske me if I can refraine from loue For I doe loue her most vnfainedly Iohn Then do I giue Volquessen Toraine Maine Poyctiers and Aniow these fiue Prouinces With her to thee and this addition more Full thirty thousand Markes of English coyne Phillip of France if thou be pleas'd withall Command thy sonne and daughtet to ioyne hands Fra. It likes vs well young Princes close your hands Aust And your lippes too for I am well assur'd That I did so when I was first assur'd Fra. Now Cittizens of Angires ope your gates Let in that amitie which you haue made For at Saint Maries Chappell presently The rights of marriage shall be solemniz'd Is not the Ladie Constance in this troope I know she is not for this match made vp Her presence would haue interrupted much Where is she and her sonne tell me who knowes Dol. She is sad and passionate at your highnes Tent. Fra. And by my faith this league that we haue made Will giue her sadnesse very little cure Brother of England how may we content This widdow Lady In her right we came Which we God knowes haue turnâ—d another way To our owne vantage Iohn We will heale vp all For wee 'l create yong Arthur Duke of Britaine And Earle of Richmond and this rich faire Towne We make him
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
your blood Now heare me speake with a propheticke spirit For euen the breath of what I meane to speake Shall blow each dust each straw each little rub Out of the path which shall directly lead Thy foote to Englands Throne And therefore marke Iohn hath seiz'd Arthur and it cannot be That whiles warme life playes in that infants veines The mis-plac'd Iohn should entertaine an houre One minute nay one quiet breath of rest A Scepter snatch'd with an vnruly hand Must be as boysterously maintain'd as gain'd And he that stands vpon a slipp'ry place Makes nice of no vilde hold to stay him vp That Iohn may stand then Arthur needs must fall So be it for it cannot be but so Dol. But what shall I gaine by yong Arthurs fall Pan. You in the right of Lady Blanch your wife May then make all the claime that Arthur did Dol. And loose it life and all as Arthur did Pan. How green you are and fresh in this old world Iohn layes you plots the times conspire with you For he that steepes his safetie in true blood Shall finde but bloodie safety and vntrue This Act so euilly borne shall coole the hearts Of all his people and freeze vp their zeale That none so small aduantage shall step forth To checke his reigne but they will cherish it No naturall exhalation in the skie No scope of Nature no distemper'd day No common winde no customed euent But they will plucke away his naturall cause And call them Meteors prodigies and signes Abbortiues presages and tongues of heauen Plainly denouncing vengeance vpon Iohn Dol. May be he will not touch yong Arthurs life But hold himselfe safe in his prisonment Pan. O Sir when he shall heare of your approach If that yong Arthur be not gone alreadie Euen at that newes he dies and then the hearts Of all his people shall reuolt from him And kisse the lippes of vnacquainted change And picke strong matter of reuolt and wrath Out of the bloody fingers ends of Iohn Me thinkes I see this hurley all on foot And O what better matter breeds for you Then I haue nam'd The Bastard Falconbridge Is now in England ransacking the Church Offending Charity If but a dozen French Were there in Armes they would be as a Call To traine ten thousand English to their side Or as a little snow tumbled about Anon becomes a Mountaine O noble Dolphine Go with me to the King 't is wonderfull What may be wrought out of their discontent Now that their soules are topfull of offence For England go I will whet on the King Dol. Strong reasons makes strange actions let vs go If you say I the King will not say no. Exeunt Actus Quartus Scaena prima Enter Hubert and Executioners Hub. Heate me these Irons hot and looke thou stand Within the Arras when I strike my foot Vpon the bosome of the ground rush forth And binde the boy which you shall finde with me Fast to the chaire be heedfull hence and watch Exec. I hope your warrant will beare out the deed Hub. Vncleanly scruples feare not you looke too 't Yong Lad come forth I haue to say with you Enter Arthur Ar. Good morrow Hubert Hub. Good morrow little Prince Ar. As little Prince hauing so great a Title To be more Prince as may be you are sad Hub. Indeed I haue beene merrier Art Mercie on me Me thinkes no body should be sad but I Yet I remember when I was in France Yong Gentlemen would be as sad as night Onely for wantonnesse by my Christendome So I were out of prison and kept Sheepe I should be as merry as the day is long And so I would be heere but that I doubt My Vnckle practises more harme to me He is affraid of me and I of him Is it my fault that I was Geffreyes sonne No in deede is' t not and I would to heauen I were your sonne so you would loue me Hubert Hub. If I talke to him with his innocent prate He will awake my mercie which lies dead Therefore I will be sodaine and dispatch Ar. Are you sicke Hubert you looke pale to day Insooth I would you were a little sicke That I might sit all night and watch with you I warrant I loue you more then you do me Hub. His words do take possession of my bosome Reade heere yong Arthur How now foolish rheume Turning dispitious torture out of doore I must be breefe least resolution drop Out at mine eyes in tender womanish teares Can you not reade it Is it not faire writ Ar. Too fairely Hubert for so foule effect Must you with hot Irons burne out both mine eyes Hub. Yong Boy I must Art And will you Hub. And I will Art Haue you the heart When your head did but ake I knit my â—and-kercher about your browes The best I had a Princesse wrought it me And I did neuer aske it you againe And with my hand at midnight held your head And like the watchfull minutes to the houre Still and anon cheer'd vp the heauy time Saying what lacke you and where lies your greefe Or what good loue may I performe for you Many a poore mans sonne would haue lyen still And nere haue spoke a louing word to you But you at your sicke seruice had a Prince Nay you may thinke my loue was craftie loue And call it cunning Do and if you will If heauen be pleas'd that you must vse me ill Why then you must Will you put out mine eyes These eyes that neuer did nor neuer shall So much as frowne on you Hub. I haue sworne to do it And with hot Irons must I burne them out Ar. Ah none but in this Iron Age would do it The Iron of it selfe though heate red hot Approaching neere these eyes would drinke my teares And quench this fierie indignation Euen in the matter of mine innocence Nay after that consume away in rust But for containing fire to harme mine eye Are you more stubborne hard then hammer'd Iron And if an Angell should haue come to me And told me Hubert should put out mine eyes I would not haue beleeu'd him no tongue but Huberts Hub. Come forth Do as I bid you do Art O saue me Hubert saue me my eyes are out Euen with the fierce lookes of these bloody men Hub. Giue me the Iron I say and binde him heere Art Alas what neede you be so boistrous rough I will not struggle I will stand stone still For heauen sake Hubert let me not be bound Nay heare me Hubert driue these men away And I will sit as quiet as a Lambe I will not stirre nor winch nor speake a word Nor looke vpon the Iron angerly Thrust but these men away and I le forgiue you What euer torment you do put me too Hub. Go stand within let me alone with him Exec. I am best pleas'd to be from such a deede Art Alas I then haue chid away my friend He hath
straight Weaknesse possesseth me and I am faint Exeunt Scena Quarta Enter Salisbury Pembroke and Bigot Sal. I did not thinke the King so stor'd with friends Pem. Vp once againe put spirit in the French If they miscarry we miscarry too Sal. That misbegotten diuell Falconbridge In spight of spight alone vpholds the day Pem. They say King Iohn sore sick hath left the field Enter Meloon wounded Mel. Lead me to the Reuolts of England heere Sal. When we were happie we had other names Pem. It is the Count Meloone Sal. Wounded to death Mel. Fly Noble English you are bought and sold Vnthred the rude eye of Rebellion And welcome home againe discarded faith Seeke out King Iohn and fall before his feete For if the French be Lords of this loud day He meanes to recompence the paines you take By cutting off your heads Thus hath he sworne And I with him and many moe with mee Vpon the Altar at S. Edmondsbury Euen on that Altar where we swore to you Deere Amity and euerlasting loue Sal. May this be possible May this be true Mel. Haue I not hideous death within my view Retaining but a quantity of life Which bleeds away euen as a forme of waxe Resolueth from his figure ' gainst the fire What in the world should make me now deceiue Since I must loose the vse of all deceite Why should I then be false since it is true That I must dye heere and liue hence by Truth I say againe if Lewis do win the day He is forsworne if ere those eyes of yours Behold another day breake in the East But euen this night whose blacke contagious breath Already smoakes about the burning Crest Of the old feeble and day-wearied Sunne Euen this ill night your breathing shall expire Paying the fine of rated Treachery Euen with a treacherous fine of all your liues If Lewis by your assistance win the day Commend me to one Hubert with your King The loue of him and this respect besides For that my Grandsite was an Englishman Awakes my Conscience to confesse all this In lieu whereof I pray you beare me hence From forth the noise and rumour of the Field Where I may thinke the remnant of my thoughts In peace and part this bodie and my soule With contemplation and deuout desires Sal. We do beleeue thee and beshrew my soule But I do loue the fauour and the forme Of this most faire occasion by the which We will vntread the steps of damned flight And like a bated and retired Flood Leauing our ranknesse and irregular course Stoope lowe within those bounds we haue ore-look'd And calmely run on in obedience Euen to our Ocean to our great King Iohn My arme shall giue thee helpe to beare thee hence For I do see the cruell pangs of death Right in thine eye Away my friends new flight And happie newnesse that intends old right Exeunt Scena Quinta Enter Dolphin and his Traine Dol. The Sun of heauen me thought was loth to set But staid and made the Westerne Welkin blush When English measure backward their owne ground In faint Retire Oh brauely came we off When with a volley of our needlesse shot After such bloody toile we bid good night And woon'd our tott'ring colours clearly vp Last in the field and almost Lords of it Enter a Messenger Mes Where is my Prince the Dolphin Dol. Heere what newes Mes The Count Meloone is slaine The English Lords By his perswasion are againe falne off And your supply which you haue wish'd so long Are cast away and sunke on Goodwin sands Dol. Ah fowle shrew'd newes Beshrew thy very hart I did not thinke to be so sad to night As this hath made me Who was he that said King Iohn did flie an houre or two before The stumbling night did part our wearie powres Mes Who euer spoke it it is true my Lord. Dol. Well keepe good quarter good care to night The day shall not be vp so soone as I To try the faire aduenture of to morrow Exeunt Scena Sexta Enter Bastard and Hubert seuerally Hub. Whose there Speake hoa speake quickely or I shoote Bast A Friend What art thou Hub. Of the part of England Bast Whether doest thou go Hub. What 's that to thee Why may not I demand of thine affaires As well as thou of mine Bast Hubert I thinke Hub. Thou hast a perfect thought I will vpon all hazards well beleeue Thou art my friend that know'st my tongue so well Who art thou Bast Who thou wilt and if thou please Thou maist be-friend me so much as to thinke I come one way of the Plantagenets Hub. Vnkinde remembrance thou endles night Haue done me shame Braue Soldier pardon me That any accent breaking from thy tongue Should scape the true acquaintance of mine eare Bast Come come sans complement What newes abroad Hub. Why heere walke I in the black brow of night To finde you out Bast Brcefe then and what 's the newes Hub. O my sweet sir newes fitting to the night Blacke fearefull comfortlesse and horrible Bast Shew me the very wound of this ill newes I am no woman I le not swound at it Hub. The King I feare is poyson'd by a Monke I left him almost speechlesse and broke out To acquaint you with this euill that you might The better arme you to the sodaine time Then if you had at leisure knowne of this Bast How did he take it Who did taste to him Hub. A Monke I tell you a resolued villaine Whose Bowels sodainly burst out The King Yet speakes and peraduenture may recouer Bast Who didst thou leaue to tend his Maiesty Hub. Why know you not The Lords are all come backe And brought Prince Henry in their companie At whose request the king hath pardon'd them And they are all about his Maiestie Bast With-hold thine indignation mighty heauen And tempt vs not to beare aboue our power I le tell thee Hubert halfe my power this night Passing these Flats are taken by the Tide These Lincolne-Washes haue deuoured them My selfe well mounted hardly haue escap'd Away before Conduct me to the king I doubt he will be dead or ere I come Exeunt Scena Septima Enter Prince Henry Salisburie and Bigot Hen. It is too late the life of all his blood Is touch'd corruptibly and his pure braine Which some suppose the soules fraile dwelling house Doth by the idle Comments that it makes Fore-tell the ending of mortality Enter Pembroke Pem. His Highnesse yet doth speak holds beleefe That being brought into the open ayre It would allay the burning qualitie Of that fell poison which assayleth him Hen. Let him be brought into the Orchard heere Doth he still rage Pem. He is more patient Then when you left him euen now he sung Hen. Oh vanity of sicknesse fierce extreames In their continuance will not feele themselues Death hauing praide vpon the outward parts Leaues them inuisible and his seige is now
author of my blood Whose youthfull spirit in me regenerate Doth with a two-fold rigor lift mee vp To reach at victory aboue my head Adde proofe vnto mine Armour with thy prayres And with thy blessings steele my Lances point That it may enter Mowbrayes waxen Coate And fuâ—nish new the name of Iohn a Gaunt Euen in the lusty hauiour of his sonne Gaunt Heauen in thy good cause make thee prosp'rous Be swift like lightning in the execution And let thy blowes doubly redoubled Fall like amazing thunder on the Caske Of thy amaz'd pernicious enemy Rouze vp thy youthfull blood be valiant and liue Bul. Mine innocence and S. George to thriue Mow. How euer heauen or fortune cast my lot There liues or dies true to Kings Richards Throne A loyall iust and vpright Gentleman Neuer did Captiue with a freer heart Cast off his chaines of bondage and embrace His golden vncontroul'd enfranchisement More then my dancing soule doth celebrate This Feast of Battell with mine Aduersarie Most mighty Liege and my companion Peeres Take from my mouth the wish of happy yeares As gentle and as iocond as to iest Go I to fight Truth hath a quiet brest Rich. Farewell my Lord securely I espy Vertue with Valour couched in thine eye Order the triall Marshall and begin Mar. Harrie of Herford Lancaster and Derby Receiue thy Launce and heauen defend thy right Bul. Strong as a towre in hope I cry Amen Mar. Go beare this Lance to Thomas D. of Norfolke 1. Har. Harry of Herford Lancaster and Derbie Stands heere for God his Soueraigne and himselfe On paine to be found false and recreant To proue the Duke of Norfolke Thomas Mowbray A Traitor to his God his King and him And dares him to set forwards to the fight 3. Har. Here standeth Tho Mowbray Duke of Norfolk On paine to be found false and recreant Both to defend himselfe and to approue Henry of Herford Lancaster and Derby To God his Soueraigne and to him disloyall Couragiously and with a free desire Attending but the signall to begin A charge sounded Mar. Sound Trumpets and set forward Combatants Stay the King hath throwne his Warder downe Rich. Let them lay by their Helmets their Speares And both returne backe to their Chaires againe Withdraw with vs and let the Trumpets sound While we returne these Dukes what we decree A long Flourish Draw neere and list What with our Councell we haue done For that our kingdomes earth should not be soyld With that deere blood which it hath fostered And for our eyes do hate the dire aspect Of ciuill wounds plowgh'd vp with neighbors swords Which so rouz'd vp with boystrous vntun'd drummes With harsh resounding Trumpets dreadfull bray And grating shocke of wrathfull yron Armes Might from our quiet Confines fright faire peace And make vs wade euen in our kindreds blood Therefore we banish you our Territories You Cosin Herford vpon paine of death Till twice fiue Summers haue enrich'd our fields Shall not regreet our faire dominions But treade the stranger pathes of banishment Bul. Your will be done This must my comfort be That Sun that warmes you heere shall shine on me And those his golden beames to you heere lent Shall point on me and gild my banishment Rich. Norfolke for thee remaines a heauier dombe Which I with some vnwillingnesse pronounce The slye slow houres shall not determinate The datelesse limit of thy deere exile The hopelesse word of Neuer to returne Breath I against thee vpon paine of life Mow. A heauy sentence my most Soueraigne Liege And all vnlook'd for from your Highnesse mouth A deerer merit not so deepe a maime As to be cast forth in the common ayre Haue I deserued at your Highnesse hands The Language I haue learn'd these forty yeares My natiue English now I must forgo And now my tongues vse is to me no more Then an vnstringed Vyall or a Harpe Or like a cunning Instrument cas'd vp Or being open put into his hands That knowes no touch to tune the harmony Within my mouth you haue engaol'd my tongue Doubly percullist with my teeth and lippes And dull vnfeeling barren ignorance Is made my Gaoler to attend on me I am too old to fawne vpon a Nurse Too farre in yeeres to be a pupill now What is thy sentence then but speechlesse death Which robs my tongue from breathing natiue breath Rich. It boots thee not to be compassionate After our sentence plaining comes too late Mow. Then thus I turne me from my countries light To dwell in solemne shades of endlesse night Ric. Returne againe and take an oath with thee Lay on our Royall sword your banisht hands Sweare by the duty that you owe to heauen Our part therein we banish with your selues To keepe the Oath that we administer You neuer shall so helpe you Truth and Heauen Embrace each others loue in banishment Nor euer looke vpon each others face Nor euer write regreete or reconcile This lowring tempest of your home-bred hate Nor euer by aduised purpose meete To plot contriue or complot any ill ' Gainst Vs our State our Subiects or our Land Bull. I sweare Mow. And I to keepe all this Bul. Norfolke so fare as to mine enemie By this time had the King permitted vs One of our soules had wandred in the ayre Banish'd this fraile sepulchre of our flesh As now our flesh is banish'd from this Land Confesse thy Treasons ere thou flye this Realme Since thou hast farre to go beare not along The clogging burthen of a guilty soule Mow. No Bullingbroke If euer I were Traitor My name be blotted from the booke of Life And I from heauen banish'd as from hence But what thou art heauen thou and I do know And all too soone I feare the King shall rue Farewell my Liege now no way can I stray Saue backe to England all the worlds my way Exit Rich. Vncle euen in the glasses of thine eyes I see thy greeued heart thy sad aspect Hath from the number of his banish'd yeares Pluck'd foure away Six frozen Winters spent Returne with welcome home from banishment Bul. How long a time lyes in one little word Foure lagging Winters and foure wanton springs End in a word such is the breath of Kings Gaunt I thanke my Liege that in regard of me He shortens foure yeares of my sonnes exile But little vantage shall I reape thereby For ere the sixe yeares that he hath to spend Can change their Moones and bring their times about My oyle-dride Lampe and time-bewasted light Shall be extinct with age and endlesse night My inch of Taper will be burnt and done And blindfold death not let me see my sonne Rich. Why Vncle thou hast many yeeres to liue Gaunt But not a minute King that thou canst giue Shorten my dayes thou canst with sudden sorow And plucke nights from me but not lend a morrow Thou canst helpe time to furrow me with age But stop no wrinkle in his
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
Amen Am I both Priest and Clarke well then Amen God saue the King although I be not hee And yet Amen if Heauen doe thinke him mee To doe what seruice am I sent for hither Yorke To doe that office of thine owne good will Which tyred Maiestie did make thee offer The Resignation of thy State and Crowne To Henry Bullingbrooke Rich. Giue me the Crown Here Cousin seize y e Crown Here Cousin on this side my Hand on that side thine Now is this Golden Crowne like a deepe Well That owes two Buckets filling one another The emptier euer dancing in the ayre The other downe vnseene and full of Water That Bucket downe and full of Teares am I Drinking my Griefes whil'st you mount vp on high Bull. I thought you had been willing to resigne Rich. My Crowne I am but still my Griefes are mine You may my Glories and my State depose But not my Griefes still am I King of those Bull. Part of your Cares you giue me with your Crowne Rich. Your Cares set vp do not pluck my Cares downe My Care is losse of Care by old Care done Your Care is gaine of Care by new Care wonne The Cares I giue I haue though giuen away They ' tend the Crowne yet still with me they stay Bull. Are you contended to resigne the Crowne Rich. I no no I for I must nothing bee Therefore no no for I resigne to thee Now marke me how I will vndoe my selfe I giue this heauie Weight from off my Head And this vnwieldie Scepter from my Hand The pride of Kingly sway from out my Heart With mine owne Teares I wash away my Balme With mine owne Hands I giue away my Crowne With mine owne Tongue denie my Sacred State With mine owne Breath release all dutious Oathes All Pompe and Maiestie I doe forsweare My Manors Rents Reuenues I forgoe My Acts Decrees and Statutes I denie God pardon all Oathes that are broke to mee God keepe all Vowes vnbroke are made to thee Make me that nothing haue with nothing grieu'd And thou with all pleas'd that hast all atchieu'd Long may'st thou liue in Richards Seat to sit And soone lye Richard in an Earthie Pit God saue King Henry vn-King'd Richard sayes And send him many yeeres of Sunne-shine dayes What more remaines North. No more but that you reade These Accusations and these grieuous Crymes Committed by your Person and your followers Against the State and Profit of this Land That by confessing them the Soules of men May deeme that you are worthily depos'd Rich. Must I doe so and must I rauell out My weau'd-vp follyes Gentle Northumberland If thy Offences were vpon Record Would it not shame thee in so faire a troupe To reade a Lecture of them If thou would'st There should'st thou finde one heynous Article Contayning the deposing of a King And cracking the strong Warrant of an Oath Mark'd with a Blot damn'd in the Booke of Heauen Nay all of you that stand and looke vpon me Whil'st that my wretchednesse doth bait my selfe Though some of you with Pilate wash your hands Shewing an outward pittie yet you Pilates Haue here deliuer'd me to my sowre Crosse And Water cannot wash away your sinne North. My Lord dispatch reade o're these Articles Rich. Mine Eyes are full of Teares I cannot see And yet salt-Water blindes them not so much But they can see a sort of Traytors here Nay if I turne mine Eyes vpon my selfe I finde my selfe a Traytor with the rest For I haue giuen here my Soules consent T'vndeck the pompous Body of a King Made Glory base a Soueraigntie a Slaue Prowd Maiestie a Subiect State a Pesant North. My Lord. Rich. No Lord of thine thou haught-insulting man No nor no mans Lord I haue no Name no Title No not that Name was giuen me at the Font. But 't is vsurpt alack the heauie day That I haue worne so many Winters out And know not now what Name to call my selfe Oh that I were a Mockerie King of Snow Standing before the Sunne of Bullingbrooke To melt my selfe away in Water-drops Good King great King and yet not greatly good And if my word be Sterling yet in England Let it command a Mirror hither straight That it may shew me what a Face I haue Since it is Bankrupt of his Maiestie Bull. Goe some of you and fetch a Looking-Glasse North. Read o're this Paper while y c Glasse doth come Rich. Fiend thou torments me ere I come to Hell Bull. Vrge it no more my Lord Northumberland North. The Commons will not then be satisfy'd Rich. They shall be satisfy'd I le reade enough When I doe see the very Booke indeede Where all my sinnes are writ and that 's my selfe Enter one with a Glasse Giue me that Glasse and therein will I reade No deeper wrinckles yet hath Sorrow strucke So many Blowes vpon this Face of mine And made no deeper Wounds Oh flatt'ring Glasse Like to my followers in prosperitie Thou do'st beguile me Was this Face the Face That euery day vnder his House-hold Roofe Did keepe ten thousand men Was this the Face That like the Sunne did make beholders winke Is this the Face which fac'd so many follyes That was at last out-fac'd by Bullingbrooke A brittle Glory shineth in this Face As brittle as the Glory is the Face For there it is crackt in an hundred shiuers Marke silent King the Morall of this sport How soone my Sorrow hath destroy'd my Face Bull. The shadow of your Sorrow hath destroy'd The shadow of your Face Rich. Say that againe The shadow of my Sorrow ha let 's see 'T is very true my Griefe lyes all within And these externall manner of Laments Are meerely shadowes to the vnseene Griefe That swells with silence in the tortur'd Soule There lyes the substance and I thanke thee King For thy great bountie that not onely giu'st Me cause to wayle but teachest me the way How to lament the cause I le begge one Boone And then be gone and trouble you no more Shall I obtaine it Bull. Name it faire Cousin Rich. Faire Cousin I am greater then a King For when I was a King my flatterers Were then but subiects being now a subiect I haue a King here to my flatterer Being so great I haue no neede to begge Bull. Yet aske Rich. And shall I haue Bull. You shall Rich. Then giue me leaue to goe Bull. Whither Rich. Whither you will so I were from your sights Bull. Goe some of you conuey him to the Tower Rich. Oh good conuey Conueyers are you all That rise thus nimbly by a true Kings fall Bull. On Wednesday next we solemnly set downe Our Coronation Lords prepare your selues Exeunt Abbot A wofull Pageant haue we here beheld Carl. The Woes to come the Children yet vnborne Shall feele this day as sharpe to them as Thorne Aum. You holy Clergie-men is there no Plot To rid the Realme of this pernicious Blot Abbot Before I freely
I am a horsebacke I will sweare I loue thee infinitely But hearke you Kate I must not haue you henceforth question me Whether I go nor reason whereabout Whether I must I must and to conclude This Euening must I leaue thee gentle Kate. I know you wise but yet no further wise Then Harry Percies wife Constant you are But yet a woman and for secrecie No Lady closer For I will beleeue Thou wilt not vtter what thou do'st not know And so farre wilt I trust thee gentle Kate. La. How so farre Hot. Not an inch further But harke you Kate Whither I go thither shall you go too To day will I set forth to morrow you Will this content you Kate La. It must of force Exeunt Scena Quarta Enter Prince and Poines Prin. Ned prethee come out of that fat roome lend me thy hand to laugh a little Poines Where hast bene Hall Prin. With three or foure Logger-heads amongst 3. or fourescore Hogsheads I haue sounded the verie base string of humility Sirra I am sworn brother to a leash of Drawers and can call them by their names as Tom Dicke and Francis They take it already vpon their confidence that though I be but Prince of Wales yet I am the King of Curtesie telling me flatly I am no proud lack like Falstaffe but a Corinthian a lad of mettle a good boy and when I am King of England I shall command al the good Laddes in East-cheape They call drinking deepe dying Scarlet and when you breath in your watering then they try hem and bid you play it off To conclude I am so good a proficient in one quarter of an houre that I can drinke with any Tinker in his owne Language during my life I tell thee Ned thou hast lost much honor that thou wer 't not with me in this action but sweet Ned to sweeten which name of Ned I giue thee this peniworth of Sugar clapt euen now into my hand by an vnder Skinker one that neuer spake other English in his life then Eight shillings and six pence and You are welcome with this shril addition Anon Anon sir Score a Pint of Bastard in the Halfe Moone or so But Ned to driue away time till Falstaffe come I prythee doe thou stand in some by-roome while I question my puny Drawer to what end hee gaue me the Sugar and do neuer leaue calling Francis that his Tale to me may be nothing but Anon step aside and I le shew thee a President Poines Francis Prin. Thou art perfect Poin. Francis Enter Drawer Fran. Anon anon sir looke downe into the Pomgarnet Ralfe Prince Come hither Francis Fran. My Lord. Prin. How long hast thou to serue Francis Fran. Forsooth fiue yeares and as much as to Poin. Francis Fran. Anon anon sir Prin. Fiue yeares Betlady a long Lease for the clinking of Pewter But Francis darest thou be so valiant as to play the coward with thy Indenture shew it a faire paire of heeles and run from it Fran. O Lord sir I le be sworne vpon all the Books in England I could finde in my heart Poin. Francis Fran. Anon anon sir Prin. How old art thou Francis Fran. Let me see about Michaelmas next I shal be Poin. Francis Fran. Anon sir pray you stay a little my Lord. Prin. Nay but harke you Francis for the Sugar thou gauest me 't was a penyworth was 't not Fran. O Lord sir I would it had bene two Prin. I will giue thee for it a thousand pound Aske me when thou wilt and thou shalt haue it Poin. Francis Fran. Anon anon Prin. Anon Francis No Francis but to morrow Francis or Francis on thursday or indeed Francis when thou wilt But Francis Fran. My Lord. Prin. Wilt thou rob this Leatherne Ierkin Christall button Not-pated Agat ring Puke stocking Caddice garter Smooth tongue Spanish pouch Fran. O Lord sir who do you meane Prin. Why then your browne Bastard is your onely drinke for looke you Francis your white Canuas doublet will sulley In Barbary sir it cannot come to so much Fran. What sir Poin. Francis Prin. Away you Rogue dost thou heare them call Heere they both call him the Drawer stands amazed not knowing which way to go Enter Vintner Vint. What stand'st thou still and hear'st such a calling Looke to the Guests within My Lord olde Sir Iohn with halfe a dozen more are at the doore shall I let them in Prin. Let them alone awhile and then open the doore Poines Enter Poines Poin. Anon anon sir Prin. Sirra Falstaffe and the rest of the Theeues are at the doore shall we be merry Poin. As merrie as Crickets my Lad. But harke yee What cunning match haue you made with this iest of the Drawer Come what 's the issue Prin. I am now of all humors that haue shewed themselues humors since the old dayes of goodman Adam to the pupill age of this present twelue a clock at midnight What 's a clocke Francis Fran. Anon anon sir Prin. That euer this Fellow should haue fewer words then a Parret and yet the sonne of a Woman His industry is vp-staires and down-staires his eloquence the parcell of a reckoning I am not yet of Percies mind the Hotspurre of the North he that killes me some sixe or seauen dozen of Scots at a Breakfast washes his hands and saies to his wife Fie vpon this quiet life I want worke O my sweet Harry sayes she how many hast thou kill'd to day Giue my Roane horse a drench sayes hee and answeres some fourteene an houre after a trifle a trifle I prethee call in Falstaffe I le play Percy and that damn'd Brawne shall play Dame Mortimer his wife Rino sayes the drunkard Call in Ribs call in Tallow Enter Falstaffe Poin. Welcome Iacke where hast thou beene Fal. A plague of all Cowards I say and a Vengeance too marry and Amen Giue me a cup of Sacke Boy Ere I leade this life long I le sowe nether stockes and mend them too A plague of all cowards Giue me a Cup of Sacke Rogue Is there no Vertue extant Prin. Didst thou neuer see Titan kisse a dish of Butter pittifull hearted Titan that melted at the sweete Tale of the Sunne If thou didst then behold that compound Fal. You Rogue heere 's Lime in this Sacke too there is nothing but Roguery to be found in Villanous man yet a Coward is worse then a Cup of Sack with lime A villanous Coward go thy wayes old Iacke die when thou wilt if manhood good manhood be not forgot vpon the face of the earth then am I a shotten Herring there lines not three good men vnhang'd in England one of them is fat and growes old God helpe the while a bad world I say I would I were a Weauer I could sing all manner of songs A plague of all Cowards I say still Prin. How now Woolsacke what mutter you Fal. A Kings Sonne If I do not beate thee out of
teares of Innocencie and tearmes of Zeale My Father in kinde heart and pitty mou'd Swore him assistance and perform'd it too Now when the Lords and Barons of the Realme Perceiu'd Northumberland did leane to him The more and lesse came in with Cap and Knee Met him in Boroughs Cities Villages Attended him on Bridges stood in Lanes Layd Gifts before him proffer'd him their Oathes Gaue him their Heires as Pages followed him Euen at the heeles in golden multitudes He presently as Greatnesse knowes it selfe Steps me a little higher then his Vow Made to my Father while his blood was poore Vpon the naked shore at Rauenspurgh And now forsooth takes on him to reforme Some certaine Edicts and some strait Decrees That lay too heauie on the Common-wealth Cryes out vpon abuses seemes to weepe Ouer his Countries Wrongs and by this Face This seeming Brow of Iustice did he winne The hearts of all that hee did angle for Proceeded further cut me off the Heads Of all the Fauorites that the absent King In deputation left behinde him heere When hee was personall in the Irish Warre Blunt Tut I came not to heare this Hotsp Then to the point In short time after hee depos'd the King Soone after that depriu'd him of his Life And in the neck of that task't the whole State To make that worse suffer'd his Kinsman March Who is if euery Owner were plac'd Indeede his King to be engag'd in Wales There without Ransome to lye forfeited Disgrac'd me in my happie Victories Sought to intrap me by intelligence Rated my Vnckle from the Councell-Boord In rage dismiss'd my Father from the Court Broke Oath on Oath committed Wrong on Wrong And in conclusion droue vs to seeke out This Head of safetie and withall to prie Into his Title the which wee finde Too indirect for long continuance Blunt Shall I returne this answer to the King Hotsp Not so Sir Walter Wee 'le with-draw a while Goe to the King and let there be impawn'd Some suretie for a safe returne againe And in the Morning early shall my Vnckle Bring him our purpose and so farewell Blunt I would you would accept of Grace and Loue. Hotsp And 't may be so wee shall Blunt Pray Heauen you doe Exeunt Scena Quarta Enter the Arch-Bishop of Yorke and Sir Michell Arch. Hie good Sir Michell beare this sealed Briefe With winged haste to the Lord Marshall This to my Cousin Scroope and all the rest To whom they are directed If you knew how much they doe Import You would make haste Sir Mich. My good Lord I guesse their tenor Arch. Like enough you doe To morrow good Sir Michell is a day Wherein the fortune of ten thousand men Must bide the touch For Sir at Shrewsbury As I am truly giuen to vnderstand The King with mightie and quick-raysed Power Meetes with Lord Harry and I feare Sir Michell What with the sicknesse of Northumberland Whose Power was in the first proportion And what with Owen Glendowers absence thence Who with them was rated firmely too And comes not in ouer-rul'd by Prophecies I feare the Power of Percy is too weake To wage an instant tryall with the King Sir Mich. Why my good Lord you need not feare There is Dowglas and Lord Mortimer Arch. No Mortimer is not there Sir Mich. But there is Mordake Vernon Lord Harry Percy And there is my Lord of Worcester And a Head of gallant Warriors Noble Gentlemen Arch. And so there is but yet the King hath drawne The speciall head of all the Land together The Prince of Wales Lord Iohn of Lancaster The Noble Westmerland and warlike Blunt And many moe Corriuals and deare men Of estimation and command in Armes Sir M. Doubt not my Lord he shall be well oppos'd Arch. I hope no lesse Yet needfull 't is to feare And to preuent the worst Sir Michell speed For if Lord Percy thriue not ere the King Dismisse his power he meanes to visit vs For he hath heard of our Confederacie And 't is but Wisedome to make strong against him Therefore make hast I must go write againe To other Friends and so farewell Sir Michell Exeunt Actus Quintus Scena Prima Enter the King Prince of Wales Lord Iohn of Lancaster Earle of Westmerland Sir Walter Blunt and Falstaffe King How bloodily the Sunne begins to peere Aboue you busky hill the day lookes pale At his distemperature Prin. The Southerne winde Doth play the Trumpet to his purposes And by his hollow whistling in the Leaues Fortels a Tempest and a blust'ring day King Then with the losers let it sympathize For nothing can seeme foule to those that win The Trumpet sounds Enter Worcester King How now my Lord of Worster 'T is not well That you and I should meet vpon such tearmes As now we meet You haue deceiu'd our trust And made vs doffe our easie Robes of Peace To crush our old limbes in vngentle Steele This is not well my Lord this is not well What say you to it Will you againe vnknit This churlish knot of all-abhorred Warre And moue in that obedient Orbe againe Where you did giue a faire and naturall light And be no more an exhall'd Meteor A prodigie of Feare and a Portent Of broached Mischeefe to the vnborne Times Wor. Heare me my Liege For mine owne part I could be well content To entertaine the Lagge-end of my life With quiet houres For I do protest I haue not sought the day of this dislike King You haue not sought it how comes it then Fal. Rebellion lay in his way and he found it Prin. Peace Chewet peace Wor. It pleas'd your Maiesty to turne your lookes Of Fauour from my Selfe and all our House And yet I must remember you my Lord We were the first and dearest of your Friends For you my staffe of Office did I breake In Richards time and poasted day and night To meete you on the way and kisse your hand When yet you were in place and in account Nothing so strong and fortunate as I It was my Selfe my Brother and his Sonne That brought you home and boldly did out-dare The danger of the time You swore to vs And you did sweare that Oath at Doncaster That you did nothing of purpose ' gainst the State Nor claime no further then your new-falne right The seate of Gaunt Dukedome of Lancaster To this we sware our aide But in short space It rain'd downe Fortune showring on your head And such a floud of Greatnesse fell on you What with our helpe what with the absent King What with the iniuries of wanton time The seeming sufferances that you had borne And the contrarious Windes that held the King So long in the vnlucky Irish Warres That all in England did repute him dead And from this swarme of faire aduantages You tooke occasion to be quickly woo'd To gripe the generall sway into your hand Forgot your Oath to vs at Doncaster And being fed by vs you vs'd vs so
Knight Samingo Is' t not so Fal. 'T is so Sil. Is' t so Why then say an old man can do somwhat Dau. If it please your Worshippe there 's one Pistoll come from the Court with newes Fal. From the Court Let him come in Enter Pistoll How now Pistoll Pist Sir Iohn ' saue you sir Fal. What winde blew you hither Pistoll Pist Not the ill winde which blowes none to good sweet Knight Thou art now one of the greatest men in the Realme Sil. Indeed I thinke he bee but Goodman Puffe of Barson Pist. Puffe puffe in thy teeth most recreant Coward base Sir Iohn I am thy Pistoll and thy Friend helter skelter haue I rode to thee and tydings do I bring and luckie ioyes and golden Times and happie Newes of price Fal. I prethee now deliuer them like a man of this World Pist A footra for the World and Worldlings base I speake of Affrica and Golden ioyes Fal. O base Assyrian Knight what is thy newes Let King Couitha know the truth thereof Sil. And Robin-hood Scarlet and Iohn Pist Shall dunghill Curres confront the Hellicons And shall good newes be baffel'd Then Pistoll lay thy head in Furies lappe Shal. Honest Gentleman I know not your breeding Pist Why then Lament therefore Shal. Giue me pardon Sir If sir you come with news from the Court I take it there is but two wayes either to vtter them or to conceale them I am Sir vnder the King in some Authority Pist Vnder which King Bezonian speake or dye Shal. Vnder King Harry Pist Harry the Fourth or Fift Shal. Harry the Fourth Pist A footra for thine Office Sir Iohn thy tender Lamb-kinne now is King Harry the Fift's the man I speake the truth When Pistoll lyes do this and figge-me like The bragging Spaniard Fal. What is the old King dead Pist As naile in doore The things I speake are iust Fal. Away Bardolfe Sadle my Horse Master Robert Shallow choose what Office thou wilt In the Land 't is thine Pistol I will double charge thee With Dignities Bard. O ioyfull day I would not take a Knighthood for my Fortune Pist What I do bring good newes Fal. Carrie Master Silence to bed Master Shallow my Lord Shallow be what thou wilt I am Fortunes Steward Get on thy Boots wee I ride all night Oh sweet Pistoll Away Bardolfe Come Pistoll vtter more to mee and withall deuise something to do thy selfe good Boote boote Master Shallow I know the young King is sick for mee Let vs take any mans Horsfes The Lawes of England are at my command'ment Happie are they which haue beene my Friendes and woe vnto my Lord Chiefe Iustice Pist Let Vultures vil'de seize on his Lungs also Where is the life that late I led say they Why heere it is welcome those pleasant dayes Exeunt Scena Quarta Enter Hostesse Quickly Dol Teare-sheete and Beadles Hostesse No thou arrant knaue I would I might dy that I might haue thee hang'd Thou hast drawne my shoulder out of ioynt Off. The Constables haue deliuer'd her ouer to mee and shee shall haue Whipping cheere enough I warrant her There hath beene a man or two lately kill'd about her Dol. Nut-hooke nut-hooke you Lye Come on I le tell thee what thou damn'd Tripe-visag'd Rascall if the Childe I now go with do miscarrie thou had'st better thou had'st strooke thy Mother thou Paper-fac'd Villaine Host O that Sir Iohn were come hee would make this a bloody day to some body But I would the Fruite of her Wombe might miscarry Officer If it do you shall haue a dozen of Cushions againe you haue but eleuen now Come I charge you both go with me for the man is dead that you and Pistoll beate among you Dol. I le tell thee what thou thin man in a Censor I will haue you as soundly swindg'd for this you blew-Bottel'd Rogue you filthy famish'd Correctioner if you be not swing'd I le forsweare halfe Kirtles Off. Come come you shee-Knight-arrant come Host O that right should thus o'recome might Wel of sufferance comes ease Dol. Come you Rogue come Bring me to a Iustice Host Yes come you staru'd Blood-hound Dol. Goodman death goodman Bones Host Thou Anatomy thou Dol. Come you thinne Thing Come you Rascall Off. Very well Exeunt Scena Quinta Enter two Groomes 1. Groo. More Rushes more Rushes 2. Groo. The Trumpets haue sounded twice 1. Groo. It will be two of the Clocke ere they come from the Coronation Exit Groo. Enter Falstaffe Shallow Pistoll Bardolfe and Page Falstaffe Stand heere by me M. Robert Shallow I will make the King do you Grace I will leere vpon him as he comes by and do but marke the countenance that hee will giue me Pistol Blesse thy Lungs good Knight Falst Come heere Pistol stand behind me O if I had had time to haue made new Liueries I would haue bestowed the thousand pound I borrowed of you But it is no matter this poore shew doth better this doth inferre the zeale I had to see him Shal. It doth so Falst It shewes my earnestnesse in affection Pist It doth so Fal. My deuotion Pist It doth it doth it doth Fal. As it were to ride day and night And not to deliberate not to remember Not to haue patience to shift me Shal. It is most certaine Fal. But to stand stained with Trauaile and sweating with desire to see him thinking of nothing else putting all affayres in obliuion as if there were nothing els to bee done but to see him Pist 'T is semper idem for obsque hoc nihil est 'T is all in euery part Shal. 'T is so indeed Pist My Knight I will enflame thy Noble Liuer and make thee rage Thy Dol and Helen of thy noble thoghts is in base Durance and contagious prison Hall'd thither by most Mechanicall and durty hand Rowze vppe Reuenge from Ebon den with fell Alecto's Snake for Dol is in Pistol speakes nought but troth Fal. I will deliuer her Pistol There roar'd the Sea and Trumpet Clangour sounds The Trumpets sound Enter King Henrie the Fift Brothers Lord Chiefe Iustice Falst Saue thy Grace King Hall my Royall Hall Pist The heauens thee guard and keepe most royall Impe of Fame Fal. ' Saue thee my sweet Boy King My Lord Chiefe Iustice speake to that vaine man Ch. Iust Haue you your wits Know you what 't is you speake Falst My King my Ioue I speake to thee my heart King I know thee not old man Fall to thy Prayers How ill white haires become a Foole and Iester I haue long dream'd of such a kinde of man So surfeit-swell'd so old and so prophane But being awake I do despise my dreame Make lesse thy body hence and more thy Grace Leaue gourmandizing Know the Graue doth gape For thee thrice wider then for other men Reply not to me with a Foole-borne Iest Presume not that I am the thing I was For heauen doth know so shall the world perceiue That
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
your Highnesse and yet punish too Grey Sir you shew great mercy if you giue him life After the taste of much correction King Alas your too much loue and care of me Are heauy Orisons ' gainst this poore wretch If little faults proceeding on distemper Shall not be wink'd at how shall we stretch our eye When capitall crimes chew'd swallow'd and digested Appeare before vs Wee 'l yet inlarge that man Though Cambridge Scroope and Gray in their deere care And tender preseruation of our person Wold haue him punish'd And now to our French causes Who are the late Commissioners Cam. I one my Lord Your Highnesse bad me aske for it to day Scro. So did you me my Liege Gray And I my Royall Soueraigne King Then Richard Earle of Cambridge there is yours There yours Lord Scroope of Masham and Sir Knight Gray of Northumberland this same is yours Reade them and know I know your worthinesse My Lord of Westmerland and Vnkle Exeter We will aboord to night Why how now Gentlemen What see you in those papers that you loose So much complexion Looke ye how they change Their cheekes are paper Why what reade you there That haue so cowarded and chac'd your blood Out of apparance Cam. I do confesse my fault And do submit me to your Highnesse mercy Gray Scro. To which we all appeale King The mercy that was quicke in vs but late By your owne counsaile is supprest and kill'd You must not dare for shame to talke of mercy For your owne reasons turne into your bosomes As dogs vpon their maisters worrying you See you my Princes and my Noble Peeres These English monsters My Lord of Cambridge heere You know how apt our loue was to accord To furnish with all appertinents Belonging to his Honour and this man Hath for a few light Crownes lightly conspir'd And sworne vnto the practises of France To kill vs heere in Hampton To the which This Knight no lesse for bounty bound to Vs Then Cambridge is hath likewise sworne But O What shall I say to thee Lord Scroope thou cruell Ingratefull sauage and inhumane Creature Thou that didst beare the key of all my counsailes That knew'st the very bottome of my soule That almost might'st haue coyn'd me into Golde Would'st thou haue practis'd on me for thy vse May it be possible that forraigne hyer Could out of thee extract one sparke of euill That might annoy my finger 'T is so strange That though the truth of it stands off as grosse As blacke and white my eye will scarsely see it Treason and murther euer kept together As two yoake diuels sworne to eythers purpose Working so grossely in an naturall cause That admiration did not hoope at them But thou gainst all proportion didst bring in Wonder to waite on reason and on murther And whatsoeuer cunning fiend it was That wrought vpon thee so preposterously Hath got the voyce in hell for excellence And other diuels that suggest by treasons Do botch and bungle vp damnation With patches colours and with formes being fetcht From glist'ring semblances of piety But he that temper'd thee bad thee stand vp Gaue thee no instance why thou shouldst do treason Vnlesse to dub thee with the name of Traitor If that same Daemon that hath gull'd thee thus Should with his Lyon-gate walke the whole world He might returne to vastie Tartar backe And tell the Legions I can neuer win A soule so easie as that Englishmans Oh how hast thou with iealousie infected The sweetnesse of affiance Shew men dutifull Why so didst thou seeme they graue and learned Why so didst thou Come they of Noble Family Why so didst thou Seeme they religious Why so didst thou Or are they spare in diet Free from grosse passion or of mirth or anger Constant in spirit not sweruing with the blood Garnish'd and deck'd in modest complement Not working with the eye without the eare And but in purged iudgement trusting neither Such and so finely boulted didst thou seeme And thus thy fall hath left a kinde of blot To make thee full fraught man and best indued With some suspition I will weepe for thee For this reuolt of thine me thinkes is like Another fall of Man Their faults are open Arrest them to the answer of the Law And God acquit them of their practises Exe. I arrest thee of High Treason by the name of Richard Earle of Cambridge I arrest thee of High Treason by the name of Thomas Lord Scroope of Marsham I arrest thee of High Treason by the name of Thomas Grey Knight of Northumberland Scro. Our purposes God iustly hath discouer'd And I repent my fault more then my death Which I beseech your Highnesse to forgiue Although my body pay the price of it Cam. For me the Gold of France did not seduce Although I did admit it as a motiue The sooner to effect what I intended But God be thanked for preuention Which in sufferance heartily will reioyce Beseeching God and you to pardon mee Gray Neuer did faithfull subiect more reioyce At the discouery of most dangerous Treason Then I do at this houre ioy ore my selfe Preuented from a damned enterprize My fault but not my body pardon Soueraigne King God quit you in his mercy Hear your sentence You haue conspir'd against Our Royall person Ioyn'd with an enemy proclaim'd and from his Coffers Receyu'd the Golden Earnest of Our death Wherein you would haue sold your King to slaughter His Princes and his Peeres to seruitude His Subiects to oppression and contempt And his whole Kingdome into desolation Touching our person seeke we no reuenge But we our Kingdomes safety must so tender Whose ruine you sought that to her Lawes We do deliuer you Get you therefore hence Poore miserable wretches to your death The taste whereof God of his mercy giue You patience to indure and true Repentance Of all your deare offences Beare them hence Exit Now Lords for France the enterprise whereof Shall be to you as vs like glorious We doubt not of a faire and luckie Warre Since God so graciously hath brought to light This dangerous Treason lurking in our way To hinder our beginnings We doubt not now But euery Rubbe is smoothed on our way Then forth deare Countreymen Let vs deliuer Our Puissance into the hand of God Putting it straight in expedition Chearely to Sea the signes of Warre aduance No King of England if not King of France Flourish Enter Pistoll Nim Bardolph Boy and Hostesse Hostesse ' Prythee honey sweet Husband let me bring thee to Staines Pistoll No for my manly heart doth erne Bardolph be blythe Nim rowse thy vaunting Veines Boy brissle thy Courage vp for Falstaffe hee is dead and wee must erne therefore Bard. Would I were with him wheresomere hee is eyther in Heauen or in Hell Hostesse Nay sure hee 's not in Hell hee 's in Arthurs Bosome if euer man went to Arthurs Bosome a made a finer end and went away and it had
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
you from the Bridge Flu. I assure you there is very excellent Seruices committed at the Bridge Gower Is the Duke of Exeter safe Flu. The Duke of Exeter is as magnanimous as Agamemnon and a man that I loue and honour with my soule and my heart and my dutie and my liue and my liuing and my vttermost power He is not God be praysed and blessed any hurt in the World but keepes the Bridge most valiantly with excellent discipline There is an aunchient Lieutenant there at the Pridge I thinke in my very conscience hee is as valiant a man as Marke Anthony and hee is a man of no estimation in the World but I did see him doe as gallant seruice Gower What doe you call him Flu. Hee is call'd aunchient Pistoll Gower I know him not Enter Pistoll Flu. Here is the man Pist Captaine I thee beseech to doe me fauours the Duke of Exeter doth loue thee well Flu. I I prayse God and I haue merited some loue at his hands Pist. Bardolph a Souldier firme and sound of heart and of buxome valour hath by cruell Fate and giddie Fortunes furious fickle Wheele that Goddesse blind that stands vpon the rolling restlesse Stone Flu. By your patience aunchient Pistoll Fortune is painted blinde with a Muffler afore his eyes to signifie to you that Fortune is blinde and shee is painted also with a Wheele to signifie to you which is the Morall of it that shee is turning and inconstant and mutabilitie and variation and her foot looke you is fixed vpon a Sphericall Stone which rowles and rowles and rowles in good truth the Poet makes a most excellent description of it Fortune is an excellent Morall Pist Fortune is Bardolphs foe and frownes on him for he hath stolne a Pax and hanged must a be a damned death let Gallowes gape for Dogge let Man goe free and let not Hempe his Wind-pipe suffocate but Exeter hath giuen the doome of death for Pax of little price Therefore goe speake the Duke will heare thy voyce and let not Bardolphs vitall thred bee cut with edge of Penny-Cord and vile reproach Speake Captaine for his Life and I will thee requite Flu. Aunchient Pistoll I doe partly vnderstand your meaning Pist Why then reioyce therefore Flu. Certainly Aunchient it is not a thing to reioyce at for if looke you he were my Brother I would desire the Duke to vse his good pleasure and put him to execution for discipline ought to be vsed Pist Dye and be dam'd and Figo for thy friendship Flu. It is well Pist The Figge of Spaine Exit Flu. Very good Gower Why this is an arrant counterfeit Rascall I remember him now a Bawd a Cut-purse Flu. I le assure you a vtt'red as praue words at the Pridge as you shall see in a Summers day but it is very well what he ha's spoke to me that is well I warrant you when time is serue Gower Why 't is a Gull a Foole a Rogue that now and then goes to the Warres to grace himselfe at his returne into London vnder the forme of a Souldier and such fellowes are perfit in the Great Commanders Names and they will learne you by rote where Seruices were done at such and such a Sconce at such a Breach at such a Conuoy who came off brauely who was shot who disgrac'd what termes the Enemy stood on and this they conne perfitly in the phrase of Warre which they tricke vp with new-tuned Oathes and what a Beard of the Generalls Cut and a horride Sute of the Campe will doe among foming Bottles and Ale-washt Wits is wonderfull to be thought on but you must learne to know such slanders of the age or else you may be maruellously mistooke Flu. I tell you what Captaine Gower I doe perceiue hee is not the man that hee would gladly make shew to the World hee is if I finde a hole in his Coat I will tell him my minde hearke you the King is comming and I must speake with him from the Pridge Drum and Colours Enter the King and his poore Souldiers Flu. God plesse your Maiestie King How now Fluellen cam'st thou from the Bridge Flu. I so please your Maiestie The Duke of Exeter ha's very gallantly maintain'd the Pridge the French is gone off looke you and there is gallant and most praue passages marry th' athuersarie was haue possession of the Pridge but he is enforced to retyre and the Duke of Exeter is Master of the Pridge I can tell your Maiestie the Duke is a praue man King What men haue you lost Fluellen Flu. The perdition of th' athuersarie hath beene very great reasonnable great marry for my part I thinke the Duke hath lost neuer a man but one that is like to be executed for robbing a Church one Bardolph if your Maiestie know the man his face is all bubukles and whelkes and knobs and flames a fire and his lippes blowes at his nose and it is like a coale of fire sometimes plew and sometimes red but his nose is executed and his fire 's out King Wee would haue all such offendors so cut off and we giue expresse charge that in our Marches through the Countrey there be nothing compell'd from the Villages nothing taken but pay'd for none of the French vpbrayded or abused in disdainefull Language for when Leuitie and Crueltie play for a Kingdome the gentler Gamester is the soonest winner Tucket Enter Mountioy Mountioy You know me by my habit King Well then I know thee what shall I know of thee Mountioy My Masters mind King Vnfold it Mountioy Thus sayes my King Say thou to Harry of England Though we seem'd dead we did but sleepe Aduantage is a better Souldier then rashnesse Tell him wee could haue rebuk'd him at Harflewe but that wee thought not good to bruise an iniurie till it were full ripe Now wee speake vpon our Q. and our voyce is imperiall England shall repent his folly see his weakenesse and admire our sufferance Bid him therefore consider of his ransome which must proportion the losses we haue borne the subiects we haue lost the disgrace we haue digested which in weight to re-answer his pettinesse would bow vnder For our losses his Exchequer is too poore for th' effusion of our bloud the Muster of his Kingdome too faint a number and for our disgrace his owne person kneeling at our feet but a weake and worthlesse satisfaction To this adde defiance and tell him for conclusion he hath betrayed his followers whose condemnation is pronounc't So farre my King and Master so much my Office King What is thy name I know thy qualitie Mount Mountioy King Thou doo'st thy Office fairely Turne thee back And tell thy King I doe not seeke him now But could be willing to march on to Callice Without impeachment for to say the sooth Though 't is no wisdome to confesse so much Vnto an enemie of Craft and Vantage My people are with sicknesse much enfeebled My numbers
that ha's but two legges that shall find himselfe agreesd at this Gloue that is all but I would faine see it once and please God of his grace that I might see King Know'st thou Gower Flu. He is my deare friend and please you King Pray thee goe seeke him and bring him to my Tent. Flu. I will fetch him Exit King My Lord of Warwick and my Brother Gloster Follow Fluellen closely at the heeles The Gloue which I haue giuen him for a fauour May haply purchase him a box a' th' care It is the Souldiers I by bargaine should Weare it my selfe Follow good Cousin Warwick If that the Souldier strike him as I iudge By his blunt bearing he will keepe his word Some sodaine mischiefe may arise of it For I doe know Fluellen valiant And toucht with Choler hot as Gunpowder And quickly will returne an iniurie Follow and see there be no harme betweene them Goe you with me Vnckle of Exeter Exeunt Enter Gower and Williams Will. I warrant it is to Knight you Captaine Enter Fluellen Flu. Gods will and his pleasure Captaine I beseech you now come apace to the King there is more good toward you peraduenture then is in your knowledge to dreame of Will. Sir know you this Gloue Flu. Know the Gloue I know the Gloue is a Gloue Will. I know this and thus I challenge it Strikes him Flu. ' Sblâ—d an arrant Traytor as anyes in the Vniuersall World or in France or in England Gower How now Sir you Villaine Will. Doe you thinke I le be forsworne Flu. Stand away Captaine Gower I will giue Treason his payment into plowes I warrant you Will. I am no Traytor Flu. That 's a Lye in thy Throat I charge you in his Maiesties Name apprehend him he 's a friend of the Duke Alansons Enter Warwick and Gloucester Warw. How now how now what 's the matter Flu. My Lord of Warwick heere is praysed be God for it a most contagious Treason come to light looke you as you shall desire in a Summers day Heere is his Maiestie Enter King and Exeter King How now what 's the matter Flu. My Liege heere is a Villaine and a Traytor that looke your Grace ha's strooke the Gloue which your Maiestie is take out of the Helmet of Alanson Will. My Liege this was my Gloue here is the fellow of it and he that I gaue it to in change promis'd to weare it in his Cappe I promis'd to strike him if he did I met this man with my Gloue in his Cappe and I haue been as good as my word Flu. Your Maiestie heare now sauing your Maiesties Manhood what an arrant rascally beggerly lowsie Knaue it is I hope your Maiestie is peare me testimonie and witnesse and will auouchment that this is the Gloue of Alanson that your Maiestie is giue me in your Conscience now King Giue me thy Gloue Souldier Looke heere is the fellow of it 'T was I indeed thou promised'st to strike And thou hast giuen me most bitter termes Flu. And please your Maiestie let his Neck answere for it if there is any Marshall Law in the World King How canst thou make me satisfaction Will. All offences my Lord come from the heart neuer came any from mine that might offend your Maiestie King It was our selfe thou didst abuse Will. Your Maiestie came not like your selfe you appear'd to me but as a common man witnesse the Night your Garments your Lowlinesse and what your Highnesse suffer'd vnder that shape I beseech you take it for your owne fauâ—t and not mine for had you beene as I tooke you for I made no offence therefore I beseech your Highnesse pardon me King Here Vnckle Exeter fill this Gloue with Crownes And giue it to this fellow Keepe it fellow And weare it for an Honor in thy Cappe Till I doe challenge it Giue him the Crownes And Captaine you must needs be friends with him Flu. By this Day and this Light the fellow ha's mettell enough in his belly Hold there is twelue-pence for you and I pray you to serue God and keepe you out of prawles and prabbles and quarrels and dissentions and I warrant you it is the better for you Will. I will none of your Money Flu. It is with a good will I can tell you it will serue you to mend your shooes come wherefore should you be so pashfull your shooes is not so good 't is a good silling I warrant you or I will change it Enter Herauld King Now Herauld are the dead numbred Herald Heere is the number of the slaught'red French King What Prisoners of good sort are taken Vnckle Exe. Charles Duke of Orleance Nephew to the King Iohn Duke of Burbon and Lord Bouchiquald Of other Lords and Barons Knights and Squires Full fifteene hundred besides common men King This Note doth tell me of ten thousand French That in the field lye slaine of Princes in this number And Nobles bearing Banners there lye dead One hundred twentie six added to these Of Knights Esquires and gallant Gentlemen Eight thousand and foure hundred of the which Fiue hundred were but yesterday dubb'd Knights So that in these ten thousand they haue lost There are but sixteene hundred Mercenaries The rest are Princes Barons Lords Knights Squires And Gentlemen of bloud and qualitie The Names of those their Nobles that lye dead Charles Delabreth High Constable of France Iaques of Chatilion Admirall of France The Master of the Crosse-bowes Lord Rambures Great Master of France the braue Sir Guichard Dolphin Iohn Duke of Alanson Anthonie Duke of Brabant The Brother to the Duke of Burgundie And Edward Duke of Barr of lustie Earles Grandpree and Roussie Fauconbridge and Foyes Beaumont and Marle Vandemont and Lestrale Here was a Royall fellowship of death Where is the number of our English dead Edward the Duke of Yorke the Earle of Suffolke Sir Richard Ketly Dauy Gam Esquire None else of name and of all other men But fiue and twentie O God thy Arme was heere And not to vs but to thy Arme alone Ascribe we all when without stratagem But in plaine shock and euen play of Battaile Was euer knowne so great and little losse On one part and on th' other take it God For it is none but thine Exet. 'T is wonderfull King Come goe me in procession to the Village And be it death proclaymed through our Hoast To boast of this or take that prayse from God Which is his onely Flu. Is it not lawfull and please your Maiestie to tell how many is kill'd King Yes Captaine but with this acknowledgement That God fought for vs. Flu. Yes my conscience he did vs great good King Doe we all holy Rights Let there be sung Non nobis and Te Deum The dead with charitie enclos'd in Clay And then to Callice and to England then Where ne're from France arriu'd more happy men Exeunt Actus Quintus Enter Chorus Vouchsafe to those that haue not read the
Story That I may prompt them and of such as haue I humbly pray them to admit th' excuse Of time of numbers and due course of things Which cannot in their huge and proper life Be here presented Now we beare the King Toward Callice Graunt him there there seene Heaue him away vpon your winged thoughts Athwart the Sea Behold the English beach Pales in the flood with Men Wiues and Boyes Whose shouts claps out-voyce the deep-mouth'd Sea Which like a mightie Whiffler 'fore the King Seemes to prepare his way So let him land And solemnly see him set on to London So swift a pace hath Thought that euen now You may imagine him vpon Black-Heath Where that his Lords desire him to haue borne His bruised Helmet and his bended Sword Before him through the Citie he forbids it Being free from vain-nesse and selfe-glorious pride Giuing full Trophee Signall and Ostent Quite from himselfe to God But now behold In the quick Forge and working-house of Thought How London doth powre out her Citizens The Maior and all his Brethren in best sort Like to the Senatours of th' antique Rome With the Plebeians swarming at their heeles Goe forth and fetch their Conqu'ring Caesar in As by a lower but by louing likelyhood Were now the Generall of our gracious Empresse As in good time he may from Ireland comming Bringing Rebellion broached on his Sword How many would the peacefull Citie quit To welcome him much more and much more cause Did they this Harry Now in London place him As yet the lamentation of the French Inuites the King of Englands stay at home The Emperour 's comming in behalfe of France To order peace betweene them and omit All the occurrences what euer chanc't Till Harryes backe returne againe to France There must we bring him and my selfe haue play'd The interim by remembring you 't is past Then brooke abridgement and your eyes aduance After your thoughts straight backe againe to France Exit Enter Fluellen and Gower Gower Nay that 's right but why weare you your Leeke to day S. Dauies day is past Flu. There is occasions and causes why and wherefore in all things I will tell you asse my friend Captaine Gower the rascally scauld beggerly lowsie pragging Knaue Pistoll which you and your selfe and all the World know to be no petter then a fellow looke you now of no merits hee is come to me and prings me pread and sault yesterday looke you and bid me eate my Leeke it was in a place where I could not breed no contention with him but I will be so bold as to weare it in my Cap till I see him once againe and then I will tell him a little piece of my desires Enter Pistoll Gower Why heere hee comes swelling like a Turky-cock Flu. 'T is no matter for his swellings nor his Turky-cocks God plesse you aunchient Pistoll you scuruie lowsie Knaue God plesse you Pist Ha art thou bedlam doest thou thirst base Troian to haue me fold vp Parcas fatall Web Hence I am qualmish at the smell of Leeke Flu. I peseech you heartily scuruie lowsie Knaue at my desires and my requests and my petitions to eate looke you this Leeke because looke you you doe not loue it nor your affections and your appetites and your disgestions doo's not agree with it I would desire you to eate it Pist Not for Cadwallader and all his Goats Flu. There is one Goat for you Strikes him Will you be so good scauld Knaue as eate it Pist Base Troian thou shalt dye Flu. You say very true scauld Knaue when Gods will is I will desire you to liue in the meane time and eate your Victuals come there is sawce for it You call'd me yesterday Mountaine-Squier but I will make you to day a squire of low degree I pray you fall too if you can mocke a Leeke you can eate a Leeke Gour. Enough Captaine you haue astonisht him Flu. I say I will make him eate some part of my leeke or I will peate his pate foure dayes bite I pray you it is good for your greene wound and your ploodie Coxecombe Pist Must I bite Flu. Yes certainly and out of doubt and out of question too and ambiguities Pist By this Leeke I will most horribly reuenge I eate and eate I sweare Flu. Eate I pray you will you haue some more sauce to your Leeke there is not enough Leeke to sweare by Pist Quâ—et thy Cudgell thou dost see I eate Flu. Much good do you scald knaue heartily Nay pray you throw none away the skinne is good for your broken Coxcombe when you take occasions to see Leekes heereafter I pray you mocke at 'em that is all Pist Good Flu. I Leekes is good hold you there is a groat to heale your pate Pist Me a groat Flu Yes verily and in truth you shall take it or I haue another Leeke in my pocket which you shall eate Pist I take thy groat in earnest of reuenge Flu. If I owe you any thing I will pay you in Cudgels you shall be a Woodmonger and buy nothing of me but cudgels God bu'y you and keepe you heale your pate Exit Pist All hell shall stirre for this Gow Go go you are a counterfeit cowardly Knaue will you mocke at an ancient Tradition began vppon an honourable respect and worne as a memorable Trophee of predeceased valor and dare not auouch in your deeds any of your words I haue seene you gleeking galling at this Gentleman twice or thrice You thought because he could not speake English in the natiue garb he could not therefore handle an English Cudgell you finde it otherwise and henceforth let a Welsh correction teach you a good English condition fare ye well Exit Pist Doeth fortune play the huswife with me now Newes haue I that my Doll is dead i' th Spittle of a malady of France and there my rendeuous is quite cut off Old I do waxe and from my wearie limbes honour is Cudgeld Well Baud I le turne and something leane to Cut-purse of quicke hand To England will I steale and there I le steale And patches will I get vnto these cudgeld scarres And swore I got them in the Gallia warres Exit Enter at one doore King Henry Exeter Bedford Warwicke and other Lords At another Queene Isabel the King the Duke of Bourgougne and other French King Peace to this meeting wherefore we are met Vnto our brother France and to our Sister Health and faire time of day Ioy and good wishes To our most faire and Princely Cosine Katherine And as a branch and member of this Royalty By whom this great assembly is contriu'd We do salute you Duke oâ— Burgogne And Princes French and Peeres health to you all 〈◊〉 Right ioyous are we to behold your face Most worthy brother England fairely met So are you Princes English euery one Quee. So happy be the Issue brother Ireland Of this good day and of this gracious meeting
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
for my Lady craues To know the cause of your abrupt departure Talb. Marry for that shee 's in a wrong beleefe I goe to certifie her Talbot's here Enter Porter with Keyes Count. If thou be he then art thou Prisoner Talb. Prisoner to whom Count. To me blood-thirstie Lord And for that cause I trayn'd thee to my House Long time thy shadow hath been thrall to me For in my Gallery thy Picture hangs But now the substance shall endure the like And I will chayne these Legges and Armes of thine That hast by Tyrannie these many yeeres Wasted our Countrey slaine our Citizens And sent our Sonnes and Husbands captiuate Talb. Ha ha ha Count. Laughest thou Wretch Thy mirth shall turne to moane Talb. I laugh to see your Ladyship so fond To thinke that you haue ought but Talbots shadow Whereon to practise your seueritie Count. Why art not thou the man Talb. I am indeede Count. Then haue I substance too Talb. No no I am but shadow of my selfe You are deceiu'd my substance is not here For what you see is but the smallest part And least proportion of Humanitie I tell you Madame were the whole Frame here It is of such a spacious loftie pitch Your Roofe were not sufficient to contayn't Count. This is a Riddling Merchant for the nonce He will be here and yet he is not here How can these contrarieties agree Talb. That will I shew you presently Winds his Horne Drummes strike vp a Peale of Ordenance Enter Souldiors How say you Madame are you now perswaded That Talbot is but shadow of himselfe These are his substance sinewes armes and strength With which he yoaketh your rebellious Neckes Razeth your Cities and subuerts your Townes And in a moment makes them desolate Count. Victorious Talbot pardon my abuse I finde thou art no lesse then Fame hath bruited And more then may be gathered by thy shape Let my presumption not prouoke thy wrath For I am sorry that with reuerence I did not entertaine thee as thou art Talb. Be not dismay'd faire Lady nor misconster The minde of Talbot as you did mistake The outward composition of his body What you haue done hath not offended me Nor other satisfaction doe I craue But onely with your patience that we may Taste of your Wine and see what Cates you haue For Souldiers stomacks alwayes serue them well Count. With all my heart and thinke me honored To feast so great a Warrior in my House Exeunt Enter Richard Plantagenet Warwick Somerset Poole and others Yorke Great Lords and Gentlemen What meanes this silence Dare no man answer in a Case of Truth Suff. Within the Temple Hall we were too lowd The Garden here is more conuenient York Then say at once if I maintain'd the Truth Or else was wrangling Somerset in th' error Suff. Faith I haue beene a Traunt in the Law And neuer yet could frame my will to it And therefore frame the Law vnto my will Som. Iudge you my Lord of Warwicke then betweene vs. War Between two Hawks which flyes the higher pitch Between two Dogs which hath the deeper mouth Between two Blades which beares the better temper Between two Horses which doth beare him best Between two Girles which hath the merryest eye I haue perhaps some shallow spirit of Judgement But in these nice sharpe Quillets of the Law Good faith I am no wiser then a Daw. York Tut tut here is a mannerly forbearance The truth appeares so naked on my side That any purblind eye may find it out Som. And on my side it is so well apparrell'd So cleare so shining and so euident That it will glimmer through a blind-mans eye York Since you are tongue-ty'd and so loth to speake In dumbe significants proclayme your thoughts Let him that is a true-borne Gentleman And stands vpon the honor of his birth If he suppose that I haue pleaded truth From off this Bryer pluck a white Rose with me Som. Let him that is no Coward nor no Flatterer But dare maintaine the partie of the truth Pluck a red Rose from off this Thorne with me War I loue no Colours and without all colour Of base insinuating flatterie I pluck this white Rose with Plantagenet Suff. I pluck this red Rose with young Somerset And say withall I thinke he held the right Vernon Stay Lords and Gentlemen and pluck no more Till you conclude that he vpon whose side The fewest Roses are cropt from the Tree Shall yeeld the other in the right opinion Som. Good Master Vernon it is well obiected If I haue fewest I subscribe in silence York And I. Vernon Then for the truth and plainnesse of the Case I pluck this pale and Maiden Blossome here Giuing my Verdict on the white Rose side Som. Prick not your finger as you pluck it off Least bleeding you doe paint the white Rose red And fall on my side so against your will Vernon If I my Lord for my opinion bleed Opinion shall be Surgeon to my hurt And keepe me on the side where still I am Som. Well well come on who else Lawyer Vnlesse my Studie and my Bookes be false The argument you held was wrong in you In signe whereof I pluck a white Rose too Yorke Now Somerset where is your argument Som. Here in my Scabbard meditating that Shall dye your white Rose in a bloody red Yorke Meane time your cheeks do counterfeit our Roses For pale they looke with feare as witnessing The truth on our side Som. No Plantagenet 'T is not for scare but anger that thy cheekes Blush for pure shame to counterfeit our Roses And yet thy tongue will not confesse thy error Yorke Hath not thy Rose a Canker Somerset Som. Hath not thy Rose a Thorne Plantagenet Yorke I sharpe and piercing to maintaine his truth Whiles thy consuming Canker eates his falsehood Som. Well I le find friends to weare my bleeding Roses That shall maintaine what I haue said is true Where false Plantagenet dare not be seene Yorke Now by this Maiden Blossome in my hand I scorne thee and thy fashion peeuish Boy Suff. Turne not thy scornes this way Plantagenet York Prowd Poole I will and scorne both him and thee Suff. I le turne my part thereof into thy throat Som. Away away good William de la Poole We grace the Yeoman by conuersing with him Warw. Now by Gods will thou wrong'st him Somerset His Grandfather was Lyonel Duke of Clarence Third Sonne to the third Edward King of England Spring Crestlesse Yeomen from so deepe a Root Yorke He beares him on the place's Priuiledge Or durst not for his crauen heart say thus Som. By him that made me I le maintaine my words On any Plot of Ground in Christendome Was not thy Father Richard Earle of Cambridge For Treason executed in our late Kings dayes And by his Treason stand'st not thou attainted Corrupted and exempt from ancient Gentry His Trespas yet liues guiltie in thy blood And till thou be
and louing Countreymen This token serueth for a Flagge of Truce Betwixt our selues and all our followers So helpe me God as I dissemble not Winch. So helpe me God as I intend it not King Oh louing Vnckle kinde Duke of Gloster How ioyfull am I made by this Contract Away my Masters trouble vs no more But ioyne in friendship as your Lords haue done 1. Seru. Content I le to the Surgeons 2. Seru. And so will I. 3. Seru. And I will see what Physick the Tauerne affords Exeunt Warw. Accept this Scrowle most gracious Soueraigne Which in the Right of Richard Plantagenet We doe exhibite to your Maiestie Glo. Well vrg'd my Lord of Warwick for sweet Prince And if your Grace marke euery circumstance You haue great reason to doe Richard right Especially for those occasions At Eltam Place I told your Maiestie King And those occasions Vnckle were of force Therefore my louing Lords our pleasure is That Richard be restored to his Blood Warw. Let Richard be restored to his Blood So shall his Fathers wrongs be recompenc't Winch. As will the rest so willeth Winchester King If Richard will be true not that all alone But all the whole Inheritance I giue That doth belong vnto the House of Yorke From whence you spring by Lineall Descent Rich. Thy humble seruant vowes obedience And humble seruice till the point of death King Stoope then and set your Knee against my Foot And in reguerdon of that dutie done I gyrt thee with the valiant Sword of Yorke Rise Richard like a true Plantagenet And rise created Princely Duke of Yorke Rich. And so thriue Richard as thy foes may fall And as my dutie springs so perish they That grudge one thought against your Maiesty All. Welcome high Prince the mighty Duke of Yorke Som. Perish base Prince ignoble Duke of Yorke Glost Now will it best auaile your Maiestie To crosse the Seas and to be Crown'd in France The presence of a King engenders loue Amongst his Subiects and his loyall Friends As it dis-animates his Enemies King When Gloster sayes the word King Henry goes For friendly counsaile cuts off many Foes Glost Your Ships alreadie are in readinesse Senet Flourish Exeunt Manet Exeter Exet. I we may march in England or in France Not seeing what is likely to ensue This late dissention growne betwixt the Peeres Burnes vnder fained ashes of forg'd loue And will at last breake out into a flame As festred members rot but by degree Till bones and flesh and sinewes fall away So will this base and enuious discord breed And now I feare that fatall Prophecie Which in the time of Henry nam'd the Fift Was in the mouth of euery sucking Babe That Henry borne at Monmouth should winne all And Henry borne at Windsor loose all Which is so plaine that Exeter doth wish His dayes may finish ere that haplesse time Exit Scoena Secunda Enter Pucell disguis'd with foure Souldiors with Sacks vpon their backs Pucell These are the Citie Gates the Gates of Roan Through which our Pollicy must make a breach Take heed be wary how you place your words Talke like the vulgar sort of Market men That come to gather Money for their Corne. If we haue entrance as I hope we shall And that we finde the slouthfull Watch but weake I le by a signe giue notice to our friends That Charles the Dolphin may encounter them Souldier Our Sacks shall be a meane to sack the City And we be Lords and Rulers ouer Roan Therefore wee 'le knock Knock. Watch. Che la. Pucell Peasauns la pouure gens de Fraunce Poore Market folkes that come to sell their Corne. Watch. Enter goe in the Market Bell is rung Pucell Now Roan I le shake thy Bulwarkes to the ground Exeunt Enter Charles Bastard Alanson Charles Saint Dennis blesse this happy Stratageme And once againe wee 'le sleepe secure in Roan Bastard Here entred Pucell and her Practisants Now she is there how will she specifie Here is the best and safest passage in Reig. By thrusting out a Torch from yonder Tower Which once discern'd shewes that her meaning is No way to that for weaknesse which she entred Enter Pucell on the top thrusting out a Torch burning Pucell Behold this is the happy Wedding Torch That ioyneth Roan vnto her Countreymen But burning fatall to the Talbonites Bastard See Noble Charles the Beacon of our friend The burning Torch in yonder Turret stands Charles Now shine it like a Commet of Reuenge A Prophet to the fall of all our Foes Reig. Deferre no time delayes haue dangerous ends Enter and cry the Dolphin presently And then doe execution on the Watch. Alarum An Alarum Talbot in an Excursion Talb. France thou shalt rue this Treason with thy teares If Talbot but suruiue thy Trecherie Pucell that Witch that damned Sorceresse Hath wrought this Hellish Mischiefe vnawares That hardly we escap't the Pride of France Exit An Alarum Excursions Bedford brought in sicke in a Chayre Enter Talbot and Burgonie without within Pucell Charles Bastard and Reigneir on the Walls Pucell God morrow Gallants want ye Corn for Bread I thinke the Duke of Burgonie will fast Before hee 'le buy againe at such a rate 'T was full of Darnell doe you like the taste Burg. Scoffe on vile Fiend and shamelesse Curtizan I trust ere long to choake thee with thine owne And make thee curse the Haruest of that Corne. Charles Your Grace may starue perhaps before that time Bedf. Oh let no words but deedes reuenge this Treason Pucell What will you doe good gray-beard Breake a Launce and runne a-Tilt at Death Within a Chayre Talb. Foule Fiend of France and Hag of all despight Incompass'd with thy lustfull Paramours Becomes it thee to taunt his valiant Age And twit with Cowardise a man halfe dead Damsell I le haue a bowt with you againe Or else let Talbot perish with this shame Pucell Are ye so hot Sir yet Pucell hold thy peace If Talbot doe but Thunder Raine will follow They whisper together in counsell God speed the Parliament who shall be the Speaker Talb. Dare yee come forth and meet vs in the field Pucell Belike your Lordship takes vs then for fooles To try if that our owne be ours or no. Talb. I speake not to that rayling Hecate But vnto thee Alanson and the rest Will ye like Souldiors come and fight it out Alans Seignior no. Talb. Seignior hang base Muleters of France Like Pesant foot-Boyes doe they keepe the Walls And dare not take vp Armes like Gentlemen Pucell Away Captaines let 's get vs from the Walls For Talbot meanes no goodnesse by his Lookes God b'uy my Lord we came but to tell you That wee are here Exeunt from the Walls Talb. And there will we be too ere it be long Or else reproach be Talbots greatest fame Vow Burgonie by honor of thy House Prickt on by publike Wrongs sustain'd in France Either to get the Towne againe or dye And I
reproach And in defence of my Lords worthinesse I craue the benefit of Law of Armes Ver And that is my petition Noble Lord For though he seeme with forged queint conceite To set a glosse vpon his bold intent Yet know my Lord I was prouok'd by him And he first tooke exceptions at this badge Pronouncing that the palenesse of this Flower Bewray'd the faintnesse of my Masters heart Yorke Will not this malice Somerset be left Som. Your priuate grudge my Lord of York wil out Though ne're so cunningly you smother it King Good Lord what madnesse rules in braine-sicke men When for so slight and friuolous a cause Such factious aemulations shall arise Good Cosins both of Yorke and Somerset Quiet your selues I pray and be at peace Yorke Let this dissention first be tried by fight And then your Highnesse shall command a Peace Som. The quarrell toucheth none but vs alone Betwixt our selues let vs decide it then Yorke There is my pledge accept it Somerset Ver. Nay let it rest where it began at first Bass Confirme it so mine honourable Lord. Glo. Confirme it so Confounded be your strife And perish ye with your audacious prate Presumptuous vassals are you not asham'd With this immodest clamorous outrage To trouble and disturbe the King and Vs And you my Lords me thinkes you do not well To beare with their peruerse Obiections Much lesse to take occasion from their mouthes To raise a mutiny betwixt your selues Let me perswade you take a better course Exet. It greeues his Highnesse Good my Lords be Friends King Come hither you that would be Combatants Henceforth I charge you as you loue our fauour Quite to forget this Quarrell and the cause And you my Lords Remember where we are In France amongst a fickle wauering Nation If they perceyue dissention in our lookes And that within our selues we disagree How will their grudging stomackes be prouok'd To wilfull Disobedience and Rebell Beside What infamy will there arise When Forraigne Princes shall be certified That for a toy a thing of no regard King Henries Peeres and cheefe Nobility Destroy'd themselues and lost the Realme of France Oh thinke vpon the Conquest of my Father My tender yeares and let vs not forgoe That for a trifle that was bought with blood Let me be Vmper in this doubtfull strife I see no reason if I weare this Rose That any one should therefore be suspitious I more incline to Somerset than Yorke Both are my kinsmen and I loue them both As well they may vpbray'd me with my Crowne Because forsooth the King of Scots is Crown'd But your discretions better can perswade Then I am able to instruct or teach And therefore as we hither came in peace So let vs still continue peace and loue Cosin of Yorke we institute your Grace To be our Regent in these parts of France And good my Lord of Somerset vnite Your Troopes of horsemen with his Bands of foote And like true Subiects sonnes of your Progenitors Go cheerefully together and digest Your angry Choller on your Enemies Our Selfe my Lord Protector and the rest After some respit will returne to Calice From thence to England where I hope ere long To be presented by your Victories With Charles Alanson and that Traiterous rout Exeunt Manet Yorke Warwick Exeter Vernon War My Lord of Yorke I promise you the King Prettily me thought did play the Orator Yorke And so he did but yet I like it not In that he weares the badge of Somerset War Tush that was but his fancie blame him not I dare presume sweet Prince he thought no harme York And if I wish he did But let it rest Other affayres must now be managed Exeunt Flourish Manet Exeter Exet. Well didst thou Richard to suppresse thy voice For had the passions of thy heart burst out I feare we should haue seene decipher'd there More rancorous spight more furious raging broyles Then yet can be imagin'd or suppos'd But howsoere no simple man that sees This iarring discord of Nobilitie This shouldering of each other in the Court This factious bandying of their Fauourites But that it doth presage some ill euent 'T is much when Scepters are in Childrens hands But more when Enuy breeds vnkinde deuision There comes the ruine there begins confusion Exit Enter Talbot with Trumpe and Drumme before Burdeaux Talb. Go to the Gates of Burdeaux Trumpeter Summon their Generall vnto the Wall Sounds Enter Generall aloft English Iohn Talbot Captaines call you forth Seruant in Armes to Harry King of England And thus he would Open your Citie Gates Be humble to vs call my Soueraigne yours And do him homage as obedient Subiects And I le withdraw me and my bloody power But if you frowne vpon this proffer'd Peace You tempt the fury of my three attendants Leane Famine quartering Steele and climbing Fire Who in a moment eeuen with the earth Shall lay your stately and ayre-brauing Towers If you forsake the offer of their loue Cap. Thou ominous and fearefull Owle of death Our Nations terror and their bloody scourge The period of thy Tyranny approacheth On vs thou canst not enter but by death For I protest we are well fortified And strong enough to issue out and fight If thou retire the Dolphin well appointed Stands with the snares of Warre to tangle thee On either hand thee there are squadrons pitcht To wall thee from the liberty of Flight And no way canst thou turne thee for redresse But death doth front thee with apparant spoyle And pale destruction meets thee in the face Ten thousand French haue tane the Sacrament To ryue their dangerous Artillerie Vpon no Christian soule but English Talbot Loe there thou standst a breathing valiant man Of an inuincible vnconquer'd spirit This is the latest Glorie of thy praise That I thy enemy dew thee withall For ere the Glasse that now begins to runne Finish the processe of his sandy houre These eyes that see thee now well coloured Shall see thee withered bloody pale and dead Drum a farre off Harke harke the Dolphins drumme a warning bell Sings heauy Musicke to thy timorous soule And mine shall ring thy dire departure out Exit Tal. He Fables not I heare the enemie Out some light Horsemen and peruse their Wings O negligent and heedlesse Discipline How are we park'd and bounded in a pale A little Heard of Englands timorous Deere Maz'd with a yelping kennell of French Curres If we be English Deere be then in blood Not Rascall-like to fall downe with a pinch But rather moodie mad And desperate Stagges Turne on the bloody Hounds with heads of Steele And make the Cowards stand aloofe at bay Sell euery man his life as deere as mine And they shall finde deere Deere of vs my Friends God and S. George Talbot and Englands right Prosper our Colours in this dangerous fight Enter a Messenger that meets Yorke Enter Yorke with Trumpet and many Soldiers Yorke Are not the speedy scouts
Natures myracle Thou art alotted to be tane by me So doth the Swan her downie Signets saue Keeping them prisoner vnderneath his wings Yet if this seruile vsage once offend Go and be free againe as Suffolkes friend She is going Oh slay I haue no power to let her passe My hand would free her but my heart sayes no. As playes the Sunne vpon the glassie streames Twinkling another counterfetted beame So seemes this gorgeous beauty to mine eyes Faine would I woe her yet I dare not speake I le call for Pen and Inke and write my minde Fye De la Pole disable not thy selfe Hast not a Tongue Is she not heere Wilt thou be daunted at a Womans sight I Beauties Princely Maiesty is such ' Confounds the tongue and makes the senses rough Mar. Say Earle of Suffolke if thy name be so What ransome must I pay before I passe For I perceiue I am thy prisoner Suf. How canst thou tell she will deny thy suite Before thou make a triall of her loue M. Why speak'st thou not What ransom must I pay Suf. She 's beautifull and therefore to be Wooed She is a Woman therefore to be Wonne Mar. Wilt thou accept of ransome yea or no Suf. Fond man remember that thou hast a wife Then how can Margaret be thy Paramour Mar. I were best to leaue him for he will not heare Suf. There all is marr'd there lies a cooling card Mar. He talkes at randon sure the man is mad Suf. And yet a dispensation may bee had Mar. And yet I would that you would answer me Suf. I le win this Lady Margaret For whom Why for my King Tush that 's a woodden thing Mar. He talkes of wood It is some Carpenter Suf. Yet so my fancy may be satisfied And peace established betweene these Realmes But there remaines a scruple in that too For though her Father be the King of Naples Duke of Aniou and Mayne yet is he poore And our Nobility will scorne the match Mar. Heare ye Captaine Are you not at leysure Suf. It shall be so disdaine they ne're so much Henry is youthfull and will quickly yeeld Madam I haue a secret to reueale Mar. What though I be inthral'd he seems a knight And will not any way dishonor me Suf. Lady vouchsafe to listen what I say Mar. Perhaps I shall be rescu'd by the French And then I need not craue his curtesie Suf. Sweet Madam giue me hearing in a cause Mar. Tush women haue bene captiuate ere now Suf. Lady wherefore talke you so Mar. I cry you mercy 't is but Quid for Quo. Suf. Say gentle Princesse would you not suppose Your bondage happy to be made a Queene Mar. To be a Queene in bondage is more vile Than is a slaue in base seruility For Princes should be free Suf. And so shall you If happy Englandâ— Royall King be free Mar. Why what concernes his freedome vnto mee Suf. I le vndertake to make thee Henries Queene To put a Golden Scepter in thy hand And set a precious Crowne vpon thy head If thou wilt condiscend to be my Mar. What Suf. His loue Mar. I am vnworthy to be Henries wife Suf. No gentle Madam I vnworthy am To woe so faire a Dame to be his wife And haue no portion in the choice my selfe How say you Madam are ye so content Mar. And if my Father please I am content Suf. Then call our Captaines and our Colours forth And Madam at your Fathers Castle walles Wee 'l craue a parley to conferre with him Sound Enter Reignier on the Walles See Reignier see thy daughter prisoner Reig. To whom Suf. To me Reig. Suffolke what remedy I am a Souldier and vnapt to weepe Or to exclaime on Fortunes ficklenesse Suf. Yes there is remedy enough my Lord Consent and for thy Honor giue consent Thy daughter shall be wedded to my King Whom I with paine haue wooed and wonne thereto And this her easie held imprisonment Hath gain'd thy daughter Princely libertie Reig. Speakes Suffolke as he thinkes Suf. Faire Margaret knowes That Suffolke doth not flatter face or faine Reig. Vpon thy Princely warrant I descend To giue thee answer of thy iust demand Suf. And heere I will expect thy comming Trumpets sound Enter Reignier Reig. Welcome braue Earle into our Territories Command in Aniou what your Honor pleases Suf. Thankes Reignier happy for so sweet a Childe Fit to be made companion with a King What answer makes your Grace vnto my suite Reig. Since thou dost daigne to woe her little worth To be the Princely Bride of such a Lord Vpon condition I may quietly Enioy mine owne the Country Maine and Aniou Free from oppression or the stroke of Warre My daughter shall be Henries if he please Suf. That is her ransome I deliuer her And those two Counties I will vndertake Your Grace shall well and quietly enioy Reig. And I againe in Henries Royall name As Deputy vnto that gracious King Giue thee her hand for signe of plighted faith Suf. Reignier of France I giue thee Kingly thankes Because this is in Trafficke of a King And yet me thinkes I could be well content To be mine owne Atturney in this case I le ouer then to England with this newes And make this marriage to be solemniz'd So farewell Reignier set this Diamond safe In Golden Pallaces as it becomes Reig. I do embrace thee as I would embrace The Christian Prince King Henrie were he heere Mar. Farewell my Lord good wishes praise praiers Shall Suffolke euer haue of Margaret Shee is going Suf. Farwell sweet Madam but hearke you Margaret No Princely commendations to my King Mar. Such commendations as becomes a Maide A Virgin and his Seruant say to him Suf. Words sweetly plac'd and modestie directed But Madame I must trouble you againe No louing Token to his Maiestie Mar. Yes my good Lord a pure vnspotted heart Neuer yet taint with loue I send the King Suf. And this withall Kisse her Mar. That for thy selfe I will not so presume To send such peeuish tokens to a King Suf. Oh wert thou for my selfe but Suffolke stay Thou mayest not wander in that Labyrinth There Minotaurs and vgly Treasons lurke Solicite Henry with her wonderous praise Bethinke thee on her Vertues that surmount Mad naturall Graces that extinguish Art Repeate their semblance often on the Seas That when thou com'st to kneele at Henries feete Thou mayest bereaue him of his wits with wonder Exit Enter Yorke Warwicke Shepheard Pucell Yor. Bring forth that Sorceresse condemn'd to burne Shep. Ah Ione this kils thy Fathers heart out-right Haue I sought euery Country farre and neere And now it is my chance to finde thee out Must I behold thy timelesse cruell death Ah Ione sweet daughter Ione I le die with thee Pucel Decrepit Miser base ignoble Wretch I am descended of a gentler blood Thou art no Father nor no Friend of mine Shep. Out out My Lords and please you 't is not so I
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
Nobles of the Realme Haue beene as Bond-men to thy Soueraigntie Card. The Commons hast thou rackt the Clergies Bags Are lanke and leane with thy Extortions Som. Thy sumptuous Buildings and thy Wiues Attyre Haue cost a masse of publique Treasurie Buck. Thy Crueltie in execution Vpon Offendors hath exceeded Law And left thee to the mercy of the Law Queene Thy sale of Offices and Townes in France If they were knowne as the suspect is great Would make thee quickly hop without thy Head Exit Humfrey Giue me my Fanne what Mynion can ye not She giues the Duchesse a box on the care I cry you mercy Madame was it you Duch. Was 't I yea I it was prowd French-woman Could I come neere your Beautie with my Nayles I could set my ten Commandements in your face King Sweet Aunt be quiet 't was against her will Duch. Against her will good King looke to 't in time Shee 'le hamper thee and dandle thee like a Baby Though in this place most Master weare no Breeches She shall not strike Dame Elianor vnreueng'd Exit Elianor Buck. Lord Cardinall I will follow Elianor And listen after Humfrey how he proceedes Shee 's tickled now her Fume needs no spurres Shee 'le gallop farre enough to her destruction Exit Buckingham Enter Humfrey Humf. Now Lords my Choller being ouer-blowne With walking once about the Quadrangle I come to talke of Common-wealth Affayres As for your spightfull false Obiections Proue them and I lye open to the Law But God in mercie so deale with my Soule As I in dutie loue my King and Countrey But to the matter that we haue in hand I say my Soueraigne Yorke is meetest man To be your Regent in the Realme of France Suff. Before we make election giue me leaue To shew some reason of no little force That Yorke is most vnmeet of any man Yorke I le tell thee Suffolke why I am vnmeet First for I cannot flatter thee in Pride Next if I be appointed for the Place My Lord of Somerset will keepe me here Without Discharge Money or Furniture Till France be wonne into the Dolphins hands Last time I danc't attendance on his will Till Paris was besieg'd famisht and lost Warw. That can I witnesse and a fouler fact Did neuer Traytor in the Land commit Suff. Peace head-strong Warwicke Warw. Image of Pride why should I hold my peace Enter Armorer and his Man Suff. Because here is a man accused of Treason Pray God the Duke of Yorke excuse himselfe Yorke Doth any one accuse Yorke for a Traytor King What mean'st thou Suffolke tell me what are these Suff. Please it your Maiestie this is the man That doth accuse his Master of High Treason His words were these That Richard Duke of Yorke Was rightfull Heire vnto the English Crowne And that your Maiestie was an Vsurper King Say man were these thy words Armorer And 't shall please your Maiestie I neuer sayd nor thought any such matter God is my witnesse I am falsely accus'd by the Villaine Peter By these tenne bones my Lords hee did speake them to me in the Garret one Night as wee were scowring my Lord of Yorkes Armor Yorke Base Dunghill Villaine and Mechanicall I le haue thy Head for this thy Traytors speech I doe beseech your Royall Maiestie Let him haue all the rigor of the Law Armorer Alas my Lord hang me if euer I spake the words my accuser is my Prentice and when I did correct him for his fault the other day he did vow vpon his knees he would be euen with me I haue good witnesse of this therefore I beseech your Maiestie doe not cast away an honest man for a Villaines accusation King Vnckle what shall we say to this in law Humf. This doome my Lord if I may iudge Let Somerset be Regent o're the French Because in Yorke this breedes suspition And let these haue a day appointed them For single Combat in conuenient place For he hath witnesse of his seruants malice This is the Law and this Duke Humfreyes doome Som. I humbly thanke your Royall Maiestie Armorer And I accept the Combat willingly Peter Alas my Lord I cannot fight for Gods sake pitty my case the spight of man preuayleth against me O Lord haue mercy vpon me I shall neuer be able to fight a blow O Lord my heart Humf. Sirrha or you must fight or else be hang'd King Away with them to Prison and the day of Combat shall be the last of the next moneth Come Somerset wee 'le see thee sent away Flourish Exeunt Enter the Witch the two Priests and Bullingbrooke Hume Come my Masters the Duchesse I tell you expects performance of your promises Bulling Master Hume we are therefore prouided will her Ladyship behold and heare our Exorcismes Hume I what else feare you not her courage Bulling I haue heard her reported to be a Woman of an inuincible spirit but it shall be conuenient Master Hume that you be by her aloft while wee be busie below and so I pray you goe in Gods Name and leaue vs. Exit Hume Mother Iordan be you prostrate and grouell on the Earth Iohn Southwell reade you and let vs to our worke Enter Elianor aloft Elianor Well said my Masters and welcome all To this geere the sooner the better Bullin Patience good Lady Wizards know their times Deepe Night darke Night the silent of the Night The time of Night when Troy was set on fire The time when Screech-owles cry and Bandogs howle And Spirits walke and Ghosts breake vp their Graues That time best fits the worke we haue in hand Madame sit you and feare not whom wee rayse Wee will make fast within a hallow'd Verge Here doe the Ceremonies belonging and make the Circle Bullingbrooke or Southwell reades Coniuro te c. It Thunders and Lightens terribly then the Spirit riseth Spirit Ad sum Witch Asmath by the eternall God Whose name and power thou tremblest at Answere that I shall aske for till thou speake Thou shalt not passe from hence Spirit Aske what thou wilt that I had sayd and done Bulling First of the King What shall of him become Spirit The Duke yet liues that Henry shall depose But him out-liue and dye a violent death Bulling What fates await the Duke of Suffolke Spirit By Water shall he dye and take his end Bulling What shall befall the Duke of Somerset Spirit Let him shun Castles Safer shall he be vpon the sandie Plaines Then where Castles mounted stand Haue done for more I hardly can endure Bulling Discend to Darknesse and the burning Lake False Fiend auoide Thunder and Lightning Exit Spirit Enter the Duke of Yorke and the Duke of Buckingham with their Guard and breake in Yorke Lay hands vpon these Traytors and their trash Beldam I thinke we watcht you at an ynch What Madame are you there the King Commonweale Are deepely indebted for this peece of paines My Lord Protector will I doubt it not See you
they cry though you forbid That they will guard you where you will or no From such fell Serpents as false Suffolke is With whose inuenomed and fatall sting Your louing Vnckle twentie times his worth They say is shamefully bereft of life Commons within An answer from the King my Lord of Salisbury Suff. 'T is like the Commons rude vnpolisht Hindes Could send such Message to their Soueraigne But you my Lord were glad to be imploy'd To shew how queint an Orator you are But all the Honor Salisbury hath wonne Is that he was the Lord Embassador Sent from a sort of Tinkers to the King Within An answer from the King or wee will all breake in King Goe Salisbury and tell them all from me I thanke them for their tender louing care And had I not beene cited so by them Yet did I purpose as they doe entreat For sure my thoughts doe hourely prophecie Mischance vnto my State by Suffolkes meanes And therefore by his Maiestie I sweare Whose farre-vnworthie Deputie I am He shall not breathe infection in this ayre But three dayes longer on the paine of death Qu. Oh Henry let me pleade for gentle Suffolke King Vngentle Queene to call him gentle Suffolke No more I sayâ— if thou do'st pleade for him Thou wilt but adde encrease vnto my Wrath. Had I but sayd I would haue kept my Word But when I sweare it is irreuocable If after three dayes space thou here bee'st found On any ground that I am Ruler of The World shall not be Ransome for thy Life Come Warwicke come good Warwicke goe with mee I haue great matters to impart to thee Exit Qu. Mischance and Sorrow goe along with you Hearts Discontent and sowre Affliction Be play-fellowes to keepe you companie There 's two of you the Deuill make a third And three-fold Vengeance tend vpon your steps Suff. Cease gentle Queene these Execrations And let thy Suffolke take his heauie leaue Queen Fye Coward woman and soft harâ—ed wretch Hast thou not spirit to curse thine enemy Suf. A plague vpon them wherefore should I cursse them Would curses kill as doth the Mandrakes grone I would inuent as bitter searching termes As curst as harsh and horrible to heare Deliuer'd strongly through my fixed teeth With full as many fignes of deadly hate As leane-fac'd enuy in her loathsome caue My tongue should stumble in mine earnest words Mine eyes should sparkle like the beaten Flint Mine haire be fixt an end as one distract I euery ioynt should seeme to curse and ban And euen now my burthen'd heart would breake Should I not curse them Poyson be their drinke Gall worse then Gall the daintiest that they taste Their sweetest shade a groue of Cypresse Trees Their cheefest Prospect murd'ring Basiliskes Their softest Touch as smart as Lyzards stings Their Musicke frightfull as the Serpents hisse And boading Screech-Owles make the Consort full All the foule terrors in darke seated hell Q. Enough sweet Suffolke thou torment'st thy selfe And these dread curses like the Sunne ' gainst glasse Or like an ouer-charged Gun recoile And turnes the force of them vpon thy selfe Suf. You bad me ban and will you bid me leaue Now by the ground that I am banish'd from Well could I curse away a Winters night Though standing naked on a Mountaine top Where byting cold would neuer let grasse grow And thinke it but a minute spent in sport Qu. Oh let me intreat thee cease giue me thy hand That I may dew it with my mournfull teaâ—es Nor let the raine of heauen wet this place To wash away my wofull Monuments Oh could this kisse be printed in thy hand That thou might'st thinke vpon these by the Seale Through whom a thousand sighes are breath'd for thee So get thee gone that I may know my greefe 'T is but surmiz'd whiles thou art standing by As one that surfets thinking on a want I will repeale thee or be well assur'd Aduenture to be banished my selfe And banished I am if but from thee Go speake not to me euen now be gone Oh go not yet Euen thus two Friends condemn'd Embrace and kisse and take ten thousand leaues Loather a hundred times to part then dye Yet now farewell and farewell Life with thee Suf. Thus is poore Suffolke ten times banished Once by the King and three times thrice by thee 'T is not the Land I care for wer 't thou thence A Wildernesse is populous enough So Suffolke had thy heauenly company For where thou art there is the World it selfe With euery seuerall pleasure in the World And where thou art not Desolation I can no more Liue thou to ioy thy life My selfe no ioy in nought but that thou liu'st Enter Vaux Queene Whether goes Vaux so fast What newes I prethee Vaux To signifie vnto his Maiesty That Cardinall Beauford is at point of death For sodainly a greeuous sicknesse tooke him That makes him gaspe and stare and catch the aire Blaspheming God and cursing men on earth Sometime he talkes as if Duke Humfries Ghost Were by his side Sometime he calles the King And whispers to his pillow as to him The secrets of his ouer-charged soule And I am sent to tell his Maiestie That euen now he cries alowd for him Qu. Go tell this heauy Message to the King Exit Aye me What is this World What newes are these But wherefore greeue I at an houres poore losse Omitting Suffolkes exile my soules Treasure Why onely Suffolke mourne I not for thee And with the Southerne clouds contend in teares Theirs for the earths encrease mine for my sorrowes Now get thee hence the King thou know'st is comming If thou be found by me thou art but dead Suf. If I depart from thee I cannot liue And in thy sight to dye what were it else But like a pleasant slumber in thy lap Heere could I breath my soule into the ayre As milde and gentle as the Cradle-babe Dying with mothers dugge betweene it's lips Where from thy sight I should be raging mad And cry out for thee to close vp mine eyes To haue thee with thy lippes to stop my mouth So should'st thou eyther turne my flying soule Or I should breathe it so into thy body And then it liu'd in sweete Elizium To dye by thee were but to dye in iest From thee to dye were torture more then death Oh let me stay befall what may befall Queen Away Though parting be a fretfull corosiue Ir is applyed to a deathfull wound To France sweet Suffolke Let me heare from thee For wheresoere thou art in this worlds Globe I le haue an Iris that shall finde thee out Suf. I go Qu. And take my heart with thee Suf. A Iewell lockt into the wofulst Caske That euer did containe a thing of worth Euen as a splitted Barke so sunder we This way fall I to death Qu. This way for me Exeunt Enter the King Salisbury and Warwicke to the Cardinal in bed King How fare's my Lord Speake
climb'd into this Garden to see if I can eate Grasse or picke a Sallet another while which is not amisse to coole a mans stomacke this hot weather and I think this word Sallet was borne to do me good for many a time but for a Sallet my braine-pan had bene cleft with a brown Bill and many a time when I haue beene dry brauely marching it hath seru'd me insteede of a quart pot to drinke in and now the word Sallet must serue me to feed on Enter Iden Iden Lord who would liue turmoyled in the Court And may enioy such quiet walkes as these This small inheritance my Father left me Contenteth me and worth a Monarchy I seeke not to waxe great by others warning Or gather wealth I care not with what enuy Sufficeth that I haue maintaines my state And sends the poore well pleased from my gate Cade Heere 's the Lord of the soile come to seize me for a stray for entering his Fee-simple without leaue A Villaine thou wilt betray me and get a 1000. Crownes of the King by carrying my head to him but I le make thee eate Iron like an Ostridge and swallow my Sword like a great pin ere thou and I part Iden Why rude Companion whatsoere thou be I know thee not why then should I betray thee Is' t not enough to breake into my Garden And like a Theefe to come to rob my grounds Climbing my walles inspight of me the Owner But thou wilt braue me with these sawcie termes Cade Braue thee I by the best blood that euer was broach'd and beard thee to Looke on mee well I haue eate no meate these fiue dayes yet come thou and thy fiue men and if I doe not leaue you all as dead as a doore naile I pray God I may neuer eate grasse more Iden Nay it shall nere be said while England stands That Alexander Iden an Esquire of Kent Tooke oddes to combate a poore famisht man Oppose thy stedfast gazing eyes to mine See if thou canst out-face me with thy lookes Set limbe to limbe and thou art farre the lesser Thy hand is but a finger to my fist Thy legge a sticke compared with this Truncheon My foote shall fight with all the strength thou hast And if mine arme be heaued in the Ayre Thy graue is digg'd already in the earth As for words whose greatnesse answer's words Let this my sword report what speech forbeares Cade By my Valour the most compleate Champion that euer I heard Steele if thou turne the edge or cut not out the burly bon'd Clowne in chines of Beefe ere thou sleepe in thy Sheath I beseech Ioue on my knees thou mayst be turn'd to Hobnailes Heere they Fight O I am slaine Famine and no other hath slaine me let ten thousand diuelles come against me and giue me but the ten meales I haue lost and I 'de defie them all Wither Garden and be henceforth a burying place to all that do dwell in this house because the vnconquered soule of Cade is fled Iden Is' t Cade that I haue slain that monstrous traitor Sword I will hallow thee for this thy deede And hang thee o're my Tombe when I am dead Ne're shall this blood be wiped from thy point But thou shalt weare it as a Heralds coate To emblaze the Honor that thy Master got Cade Iden farewell and be proud of thy victory Tell Kent from me she hath lost her best man and exhort all the World to be Cowards For I that neuer feared any am vanquished by Famine not by Valour Dyes Id. How much thou wrong'st me heauen be my iudge Die damned Wretch the curse of her that bare thee And as I thrust thy body in with my sword So wish I I might thrust thy soule to hell Hence will I dragge thee headlong by the heeles Vnto a dunghill which shall be thy graue And there cut off thy most vngracious head Which I will beare in triumph to the King Leauing thy trunke for Crowes to feed vpon Exit Enter Yorke and his Army of Irish with Drum and Colours Yor. From Ireland thus comes York to claim his right And plucke the Crowne from feeble Henries head Ring Belles alowd burne Bonfires cleare and bright To entertaine great Englands lawfull King Ah Sancta Maiestas who would not buy thee deere Let them obey that knowes not how to Rule This hand was made to handle nought but Gold I cannot giue due action to my words Except a Sword or Scepter ballance it A Scepter shall it haue haue I a soule On which I le tosse the Fleure-de-Luce of France Enter Buckingham Whom haue we heere Buckingham to disturbe me The king hath sent him sure I must dissemble Buc. Yorke if thou meanest wel I greet thee well Yor. Humfrey of Buckingham I accept thy greeting Art thou a Messenger or come of pleasure Buc. A Messenger from Henry our dread Liege To know the reason of these Armes in peace Or why thou being a Subiect as I am Against thy Oath and true Allegeance sworne Should raise so great a power without his leaue Or dare to bring thy Force so neere the Court Yor. Scarse can I speake my Choller is so great Oh I could hew vp Rockes and fight with Flint I am so angry at these abiect tearmes And now like Aiax Telamonius On Sheepe or Oxen could I spend my furie I am farre better borne then is the king More like a King more Kingly in my thoughts But I must make faire weather yet a while Till Henry be more weake and I more strong Buckingham I prethee pardon me That I haue giuen no answer all this while My minde was troubled with deepe Melancholly The cause why I haue brought this Armie hither Is to remoue proud Somerset from the King Seditious to his Grace and to the State Buc. That is too much presumption on thy part But if thy Armes be to no other end The King hath yeelded vnto thy demand The Duke of Somerset is in the Tower Yorke Vpon thine Honor is he Prisoner Buck. Vpon mine Honor he is Prisoner Yorke Then Buckingham I do dismisse my Powres Souldiers I thanke you all disperse your selues Meet me to morrow in S. Georges Field You shall haue pay and euery thing you wish And let my Soueraigne vertuous Henry Command my eldest sonne nay all my sonnes As pledges of my Fealtie and Loue I le send them all as willing as I liue Lands Goods Horse Armor any thing I haue Is his to vse so Somerset may die Buc. Yorke I commend this kinde submission We twaine will go into his Highnesse Tent. Enter King and Attendants King Buckingham doth Yorke intend no harme to vs That thus he marcheth with thee arme in arme Yorke In all submission and humility Yorke doth present himselfe vnto your Highnesse K. Then what intends these Forces thou dost bring Yor. To heaue the Traitor Somerset from hence And fight against that monstrous Rebell Cade Who
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
more Hen. My Queene and Son are gone to France for aid And as I heare the great Commanding Warwicke I thither gone to craue the French Kings Sister To wife for Edward If this newes be true Poore Queene and Sonne your labour is but lost For Warwicke is a subtle Orator And Lewis a Prince soone wonne with mouing words By this account then Margaret may winne him For she 's a woman to be pittied much Her sighes will make a batt'ry in his brest Her teares will pierce into a Marble heart The Tyger will be milde whiles she doth mourne And Nero will be tainted with remorse To heare and see her plaints her Brinish Teares I but shee 's come to begge Warwicke to giue Shee on his left side crauing ayde for Henrie He on his right asking a wife for Edward Shee Weepes and sayes her Henry is depos'd He Smiles and sayes his Edward is instaul'd That she poore Wretch for greefe can speake no more Whiles Warwicke tels his Title smooths the Wrong Inferreth arguments of mighty strength And in conclusion winnes the King from her With promise of his Sister and what else To strengthen and support King Edwards place O Margaret thus 't will be and thou poore soule Art then forsaken as thou went'st forlorne Hum. Say what art thou talk'st of Kings Queens King More then I seeme and lesse then I was born to A man at least for lesse I should not be And men may talke of Kings and why not I Hum. I but thou talk'st as if thou wer 't a King King Why so I am in Minde and that 's enough Hum. But if thou be a King where is thy Crowne King My Crowne is in my heart not on my head Not deck'd with Diamonds and Indian stones Nor to be seene my Crowne is call'd Content A Crowne it is that sildome Kings enioy Hum. Well if you be a King crown'd with Content Your Crowne Content and you must be contented To go along with vs. For as we thinke You are the king King Edward hath depos'd And we his subiects sworne in all Allegeance Will apprehend you as his Enemie King But did you neuer sweare and breake an Oath Hum. No neuer such an Oath nor will not now King Where did you dwell when I was K. of England Hum. Heere in this Country where we now remaine King I was annointed King at nine monthes old My Father and my Grandfather were Kings And you were sworne true Subiects vnto me And tell me then haue you not broke your Oathes Sin No for we were Subiects but while you wer king King Why Am I dead Do I not breath a Man Ah simple men you know not what you sweare Looke as I blow this Feather from my Face And as the Ayre blowes it to me againe Obeying with my winde when I do blow And yeelding to another when it blowes Commanded alwayes by the greater gust Such is the lightnesse of you common men But do not breake your Oathes for of that sinne My milde intreatie shall not make you guiltie Go where you will the king shall be commanded And be you kings command and I le obey Sinklo We are true Subiects to the king King Edward King So would you be againe to Henrie If he were seated as king Edward is Sinklo We charge you in Gods name the Kings To go with vs vnto the Officers King In Gods name lead your Kings name be obeyd And what God will that let your King performe And what he will I humbly yeeld vnto Exeunt Enter K. Edward Gloster Clarence Lady Gray King Brother of Gloster at S. Albons field This Ladyes Husband Sir Richard Grey was slaine His Land then seiz'd on by the Conqueror Her suit is now to repossesse those Lands Which wee in Iustice cannot well deny Because in Quarrell of the House of Yorke The worthy Gentleman did lose his Life Rich. Your Highnesse shall doe well to graunt her suit It were dishonor to deny it her King It were no lesse but yet I le make a pawse Rich. Yea is it so I see the Lady hath a thing to graunt Before the King will graunt her humble suit Clarence Hee knowes the Game how true hee keepes the winde Rich. Silence King Widow we will consider of your suit And come some other time to know our minde Wid. Right gracious Lord I cannot brooke delay May it please your Highnesse to resolue me now And what your pleasure is shall satisfie me Rich. I Widow then I le warrant you all your Lands And if what pleases him shall pleasure you Fight closer or good faith you 'le catch a Blow Clarence I feare her not vnlesse she chance to fall Rich. God forbid that for hee 'le take vantages King How many Children hast thou Widow tell me Clarence I thinke he meanes to begge a Child of her Rich. Nay then whip me hee 'le rather giue her two Wid. Three my most gracious Lord. Rich. You shall haue foure if you 'le be rul'd by him King 'T were pittie they should lose their Fathers Lands Wid. Be pittifull dread Lord and graunt it then King Lords giue vs leaue I le trye this Widowes wit Rich. I good leaue haue you for you will haue leaue Till Youth take leaue and leaue you to the Crutch King Now tell me Madame doe you loue your Children Wid. I full as dearely as I loue my selfe King And would you not doe much to doe them good Wid. To doe them good I would sustayne some harme King Then get your Husbands Lands to doe them good Wid. Therefore I came vnto your Maiestie King I le tell you how these Lands are to be got Wid. So shall you bind me to your Highnesse seruice King What seruice wilt thou doe me if I giue them Wid. What you command that rests in me to doe King But you will take exceptions to my Boone Wid. No gracious Lord except I cannot doe it King I but thou canst doe what I meane to aske Wid. Why then I will doe what your Grace commands Rich. Hee plyes her hard and much Raine weares the Marble Clar. As red as fire nay then her Wax must melt Wid. Why stoppes my Lord shall I not heare my Taske King An easie Taske 't is but to loue a King Wid. That 's soone perform'd because I am a Subiect King Why then thy Husbands Lands I freely giue thee Wid. I take my leaue with many thousand thankes Rich. The Match is made shee seales it with a Cursie King But stay thee 't is the fruits of loue I meane Wid. The fruits of Loue I meane my louing Liege King I but I feare me in another sence What Loue think'st thou I sue so much to get Wid. My loue till death my humble thanks my prayers That loue which Vertue begges and Vertue graunts King No by my troth I did not meane such loue Wid. Why then you meane not as I thought you did King But now you partly may
perceiue my minde Wid. My minde will neuer graunt what I perceiue Your Highnesse aymes at if I ayme aright King To tell thee plaine I ayme to lye with thee Wid. To tell you plaine I had rather lye in Prison King Why then thou shalt not haue thy Husbands Lands Wid. Why then mine Honestie shall be my Dower For by that losse I will not purchase them King Therein thou wrong'st thy Children mightily Wid. Herein your Highnesse wrongs both them me But mightie Lord this merry inclination Accords not with the sadnesse of my suit Please you dismisse me eyther with I or no. King I if thou wilt say I to my request No if thou do'st say No to my demand Wid. Then No my Lord my suit is at an end Rich. The Widow likes him not shee knits her Browes Clarence Hee is the bluntest Wooer in Christendome King Her Looks doth argue her replete with Modesty Her Words doth shew her Wit incomparable All her perfections challenge Soueraigntie One way or other shee is for a King And shee shall be my Loue or else my Queene Say that King Edward take thee for his Queene Wid. 'T is better said then done my gracious Lord I am a subiect fit to ieast withall But farre vnfit to be a Soueraigne King Sweet Widow by my State I sweare to thee I speake no more then what my Soule intends And that is to enioy thee for my Loue. Wid. And that is more then I will yeeld vnto I know I am too meane to be your Queene And yet too good to be your Concubine King You cauill Widow I did meane my Queene Wid. 'T will grieue your Grace my Sonnes should call you Father King No more then when my Daughters Call thee Mother Thou art a Widow and thou hast some Children And by Gods Mother I being but a Batchelor Haue other-some Why 't is a happy thing To be the Father vnto many Sonnes Answer no more for thou shalt be my Queene Rich. The Ghostly Father now hath done his Shrift Clarence When hee was made a Shriuer 't was for shift King Brothers you muse what Chat wee two haue had Rich. The Widow likes it not for shee lookes very sad King You 'ld thinke it strange if I should marrie her Clarence To who my Lord King Why Clarence to my selfe Rich. That would be tenne dayes wonder at the least Clarence That 's a day longer then a Wonder lasts Rich. By so much is the Wonder in extremes King Well ieast on Brothers I can tell you both Her suit is graunted for her Husbands Lands Enter a Noble man Nob. My gracious Lord Henry your Foe is taken And brought your Prisoner to your Pallace Gate King See that he be conuey'd vnto the Tower And goe wee Brothers to the man that tooke him To question of his apprehension Widow goe you along Lords vse her honourable Exeunt Manet Richard Rich. I Edward will vse Women honourably Would he were wasted Marrow Bones and all That from his Loynes no hopefull Branch may spring To crosse me from the Golden time I looke for And yet betweene my Soules desire and me The lustfull Edwards Title buryed Is Clarence Henry and his Sonne young Edward And all the vnlook'd-for Issue of their Bodies To take their Roomes ere I can place my selfe A cold premeditation for my purpose Why then I doe but dreame on Soueraigntie Like one that stands vpon a Promontorie And spyes a farre-off shore where hee would tread Wishing his foot were equall with his eye And chides the Sea that sunders him from thence Saying hee 'le lade it dry to haue his way So doe I wish the Crowne being so farre off And so I chide the meanes that keepes me from it And so I say I le cut the Causes off Flattering me with impossibilities My Eyes too quicke my Heart o're-weenes too much Vnlesse my Hand and Strength could equall them Well say there is no Kingdome then for Richard What other Pleasure can the World affoord I le make my Heauen in a Ladies Lappe And decke my Body in gay Ornaments And ' witch sweet Ladies with my Words and Lookes Oh miserable Thought and more vnlikely Then to accomplish twentie Golden Crownes Why Loue forswore me in my Mothers Wombe And for I should not deale in her soft Lawes Shee did corrupt frayle Nature with some Bribe To shrinke mine Arme vp like a wither'd Shrub To make an enuious Mountaine on my Back Where sits Deformitie to mocke my Body To shape my Legges of an vnequall size To dis-proportion me in euery part Like to a Chaos or an vn-lick'd Beare-whelpe That carryes no impression like the Damme And am I then a man to be belou'd Oh monstrous fault to harbour such a thought Then since this Earth affoords no Ioy to me But to command to check to o're-beare such As are of better Person then my selfe I le make my Heauen to dreame vpon the Crowne And whiles I liue t' account this World but Hell Vntill my mis-shap'd Trunke that beares this Head Be round impaled with a glorious Crowne And yet I know not how to get the Crowne For many Liues stand betweene me and home And I like one lost in a Thornie Wood That rents the Thornes and is rent with the Thornes Seeking a way and straying from the way Not knowing how to finde the open Ayre But toyling desperately to finde it out Torment my selfe to catch the English Crowne And from that torment I will free my selfe Or hew my way out with a bloody Axe Why I can smile and murther whiles I smile And cry Content to that which grieues my Heart And wet my Cheekes with artificiall Teares And frame my Face to all occasions I le drowne more Saylers then the Mermaid shall I le slay more gazers then the Basiliske I le play the Orator as well as Nestor Deceiue more slyly then Vlisses could And like a Synon take another Troy I can adde Colours to the Camelion Change shapes with Proteus for aduantages And set the murtherous Macheuill to Schoole Can I doe this and cannot get a Crowne Tut were it farther off I le plucke it downe Exit Flourish Enter Lewis the French King his Sister Bona his Admirall call'd Bourbon Prince Edward Queene Margaret and the Earle of Oxford Lewis sits and riseth vp againe Lewis Faire Queene of England worthy Margaret Sit downe with vs it ill befits thy State And Birth that thou should'st stand while Lewis doth sit Marg. No mightie King of France now Margaret Must strike her sayle and learne a while to serue Where Kings command I was I must confesse Great Albions Queene in former Golden dayes But now mischance hath trod my Title downe And with dis-honor layd me on the ground Where I must take like Seat vnto my fortune And to my humble Seat conforme my selfe Lewis Why say faire Queene whence springs this deepe despaire Marg. From such a cause as fills mine eyes with teares And stops
my tongue while heart is drown'd in cares Lewis What ere it be be thou still like thy selfe And sit thee by our side Seats her by him Yeeld not thy necke to Fortunes yoake But let thy dauntlesse minde still ride in triumph Ouer all mischance Be plaine Queene Margaret and tell thy griefe It shall be eas'd if France can yeeld reliefe Marg. Those gracious words Reuiue my drooping thoughts And giue my tongue-ty'd sorrowes leaue to speake Now therefore be it knowne to Noble Lewis That Henry sole possessor of my Loue Is of a King become a banisht man And forc'd to liue in Scotland a Forlorne While prowd ambitious Edward Duke of Yorke Vsurpes the Regall Title and the Seat Of Englands true anoynted lawfull King This is the cause that I poore Margaret With this my Sonne Prince Edward Henries Heire Am come to craue thy iust and lawfull ayde And if thou faile vs all our hope is done Scotland hath will to helpe but cannot helpe Our People and our Peeres are both mis-led Our Treasure seiz'd our Souldiors put to flight And as thou seest our selues in heauie plight Lewis Renowned Queene With patience calme the Storme While we bethinke a meanes to breake it off Marg. The more wee stay the stronger growes our Foe Lewis The more I stay the more I le succour thee Marg. O but impatience waiteth on true sorrow And see where comes the breeder of my sorrow Enter Warwicke Lewis What 's hee approacheth boldly to our presence Marg. Our Earle of Warwicke Edwards greatest Friend Lewis Welcome braue Warwicke what brings thee to France Hee descends Shee ariseth Marg. I now begins a second Storme to rise For this is hee that moues both Winde and Tyde Warw. From worthy Edward King of Albion My Lord and Soueraigne and thy vowed Friend I come in Kindnesse and vnfayned Loue First to doe greetings to thy Royall Person And then to craue a League of Amitie And lastly to confirme that Amitie With Nuptiall Knot if thou vouchsafe to graunt That vertuous Lady Bona thy faire Sister To Englands King in lawfull Marriage Marg. If that goe forward Henries hope is done Warw. And gracious Madame Speaking to Bona. In our Kings behalfe I am commanded with your leaue and fauor Humbly to kisse your Hand and with my Tongue To tell the passion of my Soueraignes Heart Where Fame late entring at his heedfull Eares Hath plac'd thy Beauties Image and thy Vertue Marg. King Lewis and Lady Bona heare me speake Before you answer Warwicke His demand Springs not from Edwards well-meant honest Loue But from Deceit bred by Necessitie For how can Tyrants safely gouerne home Vnlesse abroad they purchase great allyance To proue him Tyrant this reason may suffice That Henry liueth still but were hee dead Yet here Prince Edward stands King Henries Sonne Looke therefore Lewis that by this League and Mariage Thou draw not on thy Danger and Dis-honor For though Vsurpers sway the rule a while Yet Heau'ns are iust and Time suppresseth Wrongs Warw. Iniurious Margaret Edw. And why not Queene Warw. Because thy Father Henry did vsurpe And thou no more art Prince then shee is Queene Oxf. Then Warwicke disanulls great Iohn of Gaunt Which did subdue the greatest part of Spaine And after Iohn of Gaunt Henry the Fourth Whose Wisdome was a Mirror to the wisest And after that wise Prince Henry the Fift Who by his Prowesse conquered all France From thâ—se our Henry lineally descends Warw. Oxford how haps it in this smooth discourse You told not how Henry the Sixt hath lost All that which Henry the Fift had gotten Me thinkes these Peeres of France should smile at that But for the rest you tell a Pedigree Of threescore and two yeeres a silly time To make prescription for a Kingdomes worth Oxf. Why Warwicke canst thou speak against thy Liege Whom thou obeyd'st thirtie and six yeeres And not bewray thy Treason with a Blush Warw. Can Oxford that did euer fence the right Now buckler Falsehood with a Pedigree For shame leaue Henry and call Edward King Oxf. Call him my King by whose iniurious doome My elder Brother the Lord Aubrey Vere Was done to death and more then so my Father Euen in the downe-fall of his mellow'd yeeres When Nature brought him to the doore of Death No Warwicke no while Life vpholds this Arme This Arme vpholds the House of Lancaster Warw. And I the House of Yorke Lewis Queene Margaret Prince Edward and Oxford Vouchsafe at our request to stand aside While I vse further conference with Warwicke They stand aloofe Marg. Heauens graunt that Warwickes wordes bewitch him not Lew. Now Warwicke tell me euen vpon thy conscience Is Edward your true King for I were loth To linke with him that were not lawfull chosen Warw. Thereon I pawne my Credit and mine Honor Lewis But is hee gracious in the Peoples eye Warw. The more that Henry was vnfortunate Lewis Then further all dissembling set aside Tell me for truth the measure of his Loue Vnto our Sister Bona. War Such it seemes As may beseeme a Monarch like himselfe My selfe haue often heard him say and sweare That this his Loue was an externall Plant Whereof the Root was fixt in Vertues ground The Leaues and Fruit maintain'd with Beauties Sunne Exempt from Enuy but not from Disdaine Vnlesse the Lady Bona quit his paine Lewis Now Sister let vs heare your firme resolue Bona. Your graunt or your denyall shall be mine Yet I confesse that often ere this day Speaks to War When I haue heard your Kings desert recounted Mine eare hath tempted iudgement to desire Lewis Then Warwicke thus Our Sister shall be Edwards And now forthwith shall Articles be drawne Touching the Ioynture that your King must make Which with her Dowrie shall be counter-poys'd Draw neere Queene Margaret and be a witnesse That Bona shall be Wife to the English King Pr. Edw. To Edward but not to the English King Marg. Deceitfull Warwicke it was thy deuice By this alliance to make void my suit Before thy comming Lewis was Henries friend Lewis And still is friend to him and Margaret But if your Title to the Crowne be weake As may appeare by Edwards good successe Then 't is but reason that I be releas'd From giuing ayde which late I promised Yet shall you haue all kindnesse at my hand That your Estate requires and mine can yeeld Warw. Henry now liues in Scotland at his ease Where hauing nothing nothing can he lose And as for you your selfe our quondam Queene You haue a Father able to maintaine you And better 't were you troubled him then France Mar. Peace impudent and shamelesse Warwicke Proud setter vp and puller downe of Kings I will not hence till with my Talke and Teares Both full of Truth I make King Lewis behold Thy slye conueyance and thy Lords false loue Post blowing a horne Within For both of you are Birds of selfe-same Feather Lewes Warwicke this is some poste to
vs or thee Enter the Poste Post My Lord Ambassador These Letters are for you Speakes to Warwick Sent from your Brother Marquesse Montague These from our King vnto your Maiesty To Lewis And Madam these for you To Margaret From whom I know not They all reade their Letters Oxf. I like it well that our faire Queene and Mistris Smiles at her newes while Warwicke frownes at his Prince Ed. Nay marke how Lewis stampes as he were netled I hope all 's for the best Lew. Warwicke what are thy Newes And yours faire Queene Mar. Mine such as fill my heart with vnhop'd ioyes War Mine full of sorrow and hearts discontent Lew. What has your King married the Lady Grey And now to sooth your Forgery and his Sends me a Paper to perswade me Patience Is this th' Alliance that he seekes with France Dare he presume to scorne vs in this manner Mar. I told your Maiesty as much before This proueth Edwards Loue and Warwickes honesty War King Lewis I heere protest in sight of heauen And by the hope I haue of heauenly blisse That I am cleere from this misdeed of Edwards No more my King for he dishonors me But most himselfe if he could see his shame Did I forget that by the House of Yorke My Father came vntimely to his death Did I let passe th' abuse done to my Neece Did I impale him with the Regall Crowne Did I put Henry from his Natiue Right And am I guerdon'd at the last with Shame Shame on himselfe for my Desert is Honor. And to repaire my Honor lost for him I heere renounce him and returne to Henry My Noble Queene let former grudges passe And henceforth I am thy true Seruitour I will reuenge his wrong to Lady Bona And replant Henry in his former state Mar. Warwicke These words haue turn'd my Hate to Loue And I forgiue and quite forget old faults And ioy that thou becom'st King Henries Friend War So much his Friend I his vnfained Friend That if King Lewis vouchsafe to furnish vs With some few Bands of chosen Soldiours I le vndertake to Land them on our Coast And force the Tyrant from his seat by Warre 'T is not his new-made Bride shall succour him And as for Clarence as my Letters tell me Hee 's very likely now to fall from him For matching more for wanton Lust then Honor Or then for strength and safety of our Country Bona. Deere Brother how shall Bona be reueng'd But by thy helpe to this distressed Queene Mar. Renowned Prince how shall Poore Henry liue Vnlesse thou rescue him from foule dispaire Bona. My quarrel and this English Queens are one War And mine faire Lady Bona ioynes with yours Lew. And mine with hers and thine and Margarets Therefore at last I firmely am resolu'd You shall haue ayde Mar. Let me giue humble thankes for all at once Lew. Then Englands Messenger returne in Poste And tell false Edward thy supposed King That Lewis of France is sending ouer Maskers To reuell it with him and his new Bride Thou seest what 's past go feare thy King withall Bona. Tell him in hope hee 'l proue a widower shortly I weare the Willow Garland for his sake Mar. Tell him my mourning weeds are layde aside And I am ready to put Armor on War Tell him from me that he hath done me wrong And therefore I le vn-Crowne him er 't be long There 's thy reward be gone Exit Post Lew. But Warwicke Thou and Oxford with fiue thousand men Shall crosse the Seas and bid false Edward battaile And as occasion serues this Noble Queen And Prince shall follow with a fresh Supply Yet ere thou go but answer me one doubt What Pledge haue we of thy firme Loyalty War This shall assure my constant Loyalty That if our Queene and this young Prince agree I le ioyne mine eldest daughter and my Ioy To him forthwith in holy Wedlocke bands Mar. Yes I agree and thanke you for your Motion Sonne Edward she is Faire and Vertuous Therefore delay not giue thy hand to Warwicke And with thy hand thy faith irreuocable That onely Warwickes daughter shall be thine Prin. Ed. Yes I accept her for she well deserues it And heere to pledge my Vow I giue my hand He giues his hand to Warw. Lew. Why stay we now These soldiers shal be leuied And thou Lord Bourbon our High Admirall Shall waft them ouer with our Royall Fleete I long till Edward fall by Warres mischance For mocking Marriage with a Dame of France Exeunt Manet Warwicke War I came from Edward as Ambassador But I returne his sworne and mortall Foe Matter of Marriage was the charge he gaue me But dreadfull Warre shall answer his demand Had he none else to make a stale but me Then none but I shall turne his Iest to Sorrow I was the Cheefe that rais'd him to the Crowne And I le be Cheefe to bring him downe againe Not that I pitty Henries misery But seeke Reuenge on Edwards mockery Exit Enter Richard Clarence Somerset and Mountague Rich. Now tell me Brother Clarence what thinke you Of this new Marriage with the Lady Gray Hath not our Brother made a worthy choice Cla. Alas you know t is farre from hence to France How could he stay till Warwicke made returne Som. My Lords forbeare this talke heere comes the King Flourish Enter King Edward Lady Grey Penbrooke Stafford Hastings foure stand on one side and foure on the other Rich. And his well-chosen Bride Clarence I minde to tell him plainly what I thinke King Now Brother of Clarence How like you our Choyce That you stand pensiue as halfe malecontent Clarence As well as Lewis of France Or the Earle of Warwicke Which are so weake of courage and in iudgement That they 'le take no offence at our abuse King Suppose they take offence without a cause They are but Lewis and Warwicke I am Edward Your King and Warwickes and must haue my will Rich. And shall haue your will because our King Yet hastie Marriage seldome proueth well King Yea Brother Richard are you offended too Rich. Not I no God forbid that I should wish them seuer'd Whom God hath ioyn'd together I and 't were pittie to sunder them That yoake so well together King Setting your skornes and your mislike aside Tell me some reason why the Lady Grey Should not become my Wife and Englands Queene And you too Somerset and Mountague Speake freely what you thinke Clarence Then this is mine opinion That King Lewis becomes your Enemie For mocking him about the Marriage Of the Lady Bona. Rich. And Warwicke doing what you gaue in charge Is now dis-honored by this new Marriage King What if both Lewis and Warwick be appeas'd By such inuention as I can deuise Mount Yet to haue ioyn'd with France in such alliance Would more haue strength'ned this our Commonwealth ' Gainst forraine stormes then any home-bred Marriage Hast. Why knowes not Mountague that of
it selfe England is safe if true within it selfe Mount But the safer when 't is back'd with France Hast. 'T is better vsing France then trusting France Let vs be back'd with God and with the Seas Which he hath giu'n for fence impregnable And with their helpes onely defend our selues In them and in our selues our safetie lyes Clar. For this one speech Lord Hastings well deserues To haue the Heire of the Lord Hungerford King I what of that it was my will and graunt And for this once my Will shall stand for Law Rich. And yet me thinks your Grace hath not done well To giue the Heire and Daughter of Lord Scales Vnto the Brother of your louing Bride Shee better would haue fitted me or Clarence But in your Bride you burie Brotherhood Clar. Or else you would not haue bestow'd the Heire Of the Lord Bonuill on your new Wiues Sonne And leaue your Brothers to goe speede elsewhere King Alas poore Clarence is it for a Wife That thou art malecontent I will prouide thee Clarence In chusing for your selfe You shew'd your iudgement Which being shallow you shall giue me leaue To play the Broker in mine owne behalfe And to that end I shortly minde to leaue you King Leaue me or tarry Edward will be King And not be ty'd vnto his Brothers will Lady Grey My Lords before it pleas'd his Maiestie To rayse my State to Title of a Queene Doe me but right and you must all confesse That I was not ignoble of Descent And meaner then my selfe haue had like fortune But as this Title honors me and mine So your dislikes to whom I would be pleasing Doth cloud my ioyes with danger and with sorrow King My Loue forbeare to fawne vpon their frownes What danger or what sorrow can befall thee So long as Edward is thy constant friend And their true Soueraigne whom they must obey Nay whom they shall obey and loue thee too Vnlesse they seeke for hatred at my hands Which if they doe yet will I keepe thee safe And they shall feele the vengeance of my wrath Rich. I heare yet say not much but thinke the more Enter a Poste King Now Messenger what Letters or what Newes from France Post My Soueraigne Liege no Letters few words But such as I without your speciall pardon Dare not relate King Goe too wee pardon thee Therefore in briefe tell me their words As neere as thou canst guesse them What answer makes King Lewis vnto our Letters Post. At my depart these were his very words Goe tell false Edward the supposed King That Lewis of France is sending ouer Maskers To reuell it with him and his new Bride King Is Lewis so braue belike he thinkes me Henry But what said Lady Bona to my Marriage Post These were her words vtt'red with mild disdaine Tell him in hope hee 'le proue a Widower shortly I le weare the Willow Garland for his sake King I blame not her she could say little lesse She had the wrong But what said Henries Queene For I haue heard that she was there in place Post Tell him quoth she My mourning Weedes are done And I am readie to put Armour on King Belike she minds to play the Amazon But what said Warwicke to these iniuries Post He more incens'd against your Maiestie Then all the rest discharg'd me with these words Tell him from me that he hath done me wrong And therefore I le vncrowne him er 't be long King Ha durst the Traytor breath out so prowd words Well I will arme me being thus fore-warn'd They shall haue Warres and pay for their presumption But say is Warwicke friends with Margaret Post I gracious Soueraigne They are so link'd in friendship That yong Prince Edward marryes Warwicks Daughter Clarence Belike the elder Clarence will haue the younger Now Brother King farewell and sit you fast For I will hence to Warwickes other Daughter That though I want a Kingdome yet in Marriage I may not proue inferior to your selfe You that loue me and Warwicke follow me Exit Clarence and Somerset followes Rich. Not I My thoughts ayme at a further matter I stay not for the loue of Edward but the Crowne King Clarence and Somerset both gone to Warwicke Yet am I arm'd against the worst can happen And haste is needfull in this desp'rate case Pembrooke and Stafford you in our behalfe Goe leuie men and make prepare for Warre They are alreadie or quickly will be landed My selfe in person will straight follow you Exeunt Pembrooke and Stafford But ere I goe Hastings and Mountague Resolue my doubt you twaine of all the rest Are neere to Warwicke by bloud and by allyance Tell me if you loue Warwicke more then me If it be so then both depart to him I rather wish you foes then hollow friends But if you minde to hold your true obedience Giue me assurance with some friendly Vow That I may neuer haue you in suspect Mount So God helpe Mountague as hee proues true Hast. And Hastings as hee fauours Edwards cause King Now Brother Richard will you stand by vs Rich. I in despight of all that shall withstand you King Why so then am I sure of Victorie Now therefore let vs hence and lose no howre Till wee meet Warwicke with his forreine powre Exeunt Enter Warwicke and Oxford in England with French Souldiors Warw. Trust me my Lord all hitherto goes well The common people by numbers swarme to vs. Enter Clarence and Somerset But see where Somerset and Clarence comes Speake suddenly my Lords are wee all friends Clar. Feare not that my Lord. Warw. Then gentle Clarence welcome vnto Warwicke And welcome Somerset I hold it cowardize To rest mistrustfull where a Noble Heart Hath pawn'd an open Hand in signe of Loue Else might I thinke that Clarence Edwards Brother Were but a fained friend to our proceedings But welcome sweet Clarence my Daughter shall be thine And now what rests but in Nights Couerture Thy Brother being carelessely encamp'd His Souldiors lurking in the Towne about And but attended by a simple Guard Wee may surprize and take him at our pleasure Our Scouts haue found the aduenture very easie That as Vlysses and stout Diomede With sleight and manhood stole to Rhesus Tents And brought from thence the Thracian fatall Steeds So wee well couer'd with the Nights black Mantle At vnawares may beat downe Edwards Guard And seize himselfe I say not slaughter him For I intend but onely to surprize him You that will follow me to this attempt Applaud the Name of Henry with your Leader They all cry Henry Why then let 's on our way in silent sort For Warwicke and his friends God and Saint George Exeunt Enter three Watchmen to guard the Kings Tent. 1. Watch. Come on my Masters each man take his stand The King by this is set him downe to sleepe 2. Watch. What will he not to Bed 1. Watch. Why no for he hath made a solemne Vow Neuer to
lye and take his naturall Rest Till Warwicke or himselfe be quite supprest 2. Watch. To morrow then belike shall be the day If Warwicke be so neere as men report 3. Watch. But say I pray what Noble man is that That with the King here resteth in his Tent 1. Watch. 'T is the Lord Hastings the Kings chiefest friend 3. Watch. O is it so but why commands the King That his chiefe followers lodge in Townes about him While he himselfe keepes in the cold field 2. Watch. 'T is the more honour because more dangerous 3. Watch. I but giue me worship and quietnesse I like it better then a dangerous honor If Warwicke knew in what estate he stands 'T is to be doubted he would waken him 1. Watch. Vnlesse our Halberds did shut vp his passage 2. Watch. I wherefore else guard we his Royall Tent But to defend his Person from Night-foes Enter Warwicke Clarence Oxford Somerset and French Souldiors silent all Warw. This is his Tent and see where stand his Guard Courage my Masters Honor now or neuer But follow me and Edward shall be ours 1. Watch. Who goes there 2. Watch. Stay or thou dyest Warwicke and the rest cry all Warwicke Warwicke and set vpon the Guard who flye crying Arme Arme Warwicke and the rest following them The Drumme playing and Trumpet sounding Enter Warwicke Somerset and the rest bringing the King out in his Gowne sitting in a Chaire Richard and Hastings flyes ouer the Stage Som. What are they that flye there Warw. Richard and Hastings let them goe heere is the Duke K. Edw. The Duke Why Warwicke when wee parted Thou call'dst me King Warw. I but the case is alter'd When you disgrac'd me in my Embassade Then I degraded you from being King And come now to create you Duke of Yorke Alas how should you gouerne any Kingdome That know not how to vse Embassadors Nor how to be contented with one Wife Nor how to vse your Brothers Brotherly Nor how to studie for the Peoples Welfare Nor how to shrowd your selfe from Enemies K. Edw. Yea Brother of Clarence Art thou here too Nay then I see that Edward needs must downe Yet Warwicke in despight of all mischance Of thee thy selfe and all thy Complices Edward will alwayes beare himselfe as King Though Fortunes mallice ouerthrow my State My minde exceedes the compasse of her Wheele Warw. Then for his minde be Edward Englands King Takes off his Crowne But Henry now shall weare the English Crowne And be true King indeede thou but the shadow My Lord of Somerset at my request See that forthwith Duke Edward be conuey'd Vnto my Brother Arch-Bishop of Yorke When I haue fought with Pembrooke and his fellowes I le follow you and tell what answer Lewis and the Lady Bona send to him Now for a-while farewell good Duke of Yorke They leade him out forcibly K. Ed. What Fates impose that men must needs abide It boots not to resist both winde and tide Exeunt Oxf. What now remaines my Lords for vs to do But march to London with our Soldiers War I that 's the first thing that we haue to do To free King Henry from imprisonment And see him seated in the Regall Throne exit Enter Riuers and Lady Gray Riu. Madam what makes you in this sodain change Gray Why Brother Riuers are you yet to learne What late misfortune is befalne King Edward Riu. What losse of some pitcht battell Against Warwicke Gray No but the losse of his owne Royall person Riu. Then is my Soueraigne slaine Gray I almost slaine for he is taken prisoner Either betrayd by falshood of his Guard Or by his Foe surpriz'd at vnawares And as I further haue to vnderstand Is new committed to the Bishop of Yorke Fell Warwickes Brother and by that our Foe Riu. These Newes I must confesse are full of greefe Yet gracious Madam beare it as you may Warwicke may loose that now hath wonne the day Gray Till then faire hope must hinder liues decay And I the rather waine me from dispaire For loue of Edwards Off-spring in my wombe This is it that makes me bridle passion And beare with Mildnesse my misfortunes crosse I I for this I draw in many a teare And stop the rising of blood-sucking sighes Least with my sighes or teares I blast or drowne King Edwards Fruite true heyre to th' English Crowne Riu. But Madam Where is Warwicke then become Gray I am inform'd that he comes towards London To set the Crowne once more on Henries head Guesse thou the rest King Edwards Friends must downe But to preuent the Tyrants violence For trust not him that hath once broken Faith Ile hence forthwith vnto the Sanctuary To saue at least the heire of Edwards right There shall I rest secure from force and fraud Come therefore let vs flye while we may flye If Warwicke take vs we are sure to dye exeunt Enter Richard Lord Hastings and Sir William Stanley Rich. Now my Lord Hastings and Sir William Stanley Leaue off to wonder why I drew you hither Into this cheefest Thicket of the Parke Thus stand the case you know our King my Brother Is prisoner to the Bishop here at whose hands He hath good vsage and great liberty And often but attended with weake guard Come hunting this way to disport himselfe I haue aduertis'd him by secret meanes That if about this houre he make this way Vnder the colour of his vsuall game He shall heere finde his Friends with Horse and Men To set him free from his Captiuitie Enter King Edward and a Huntsman with him Huntsman This way my Lord For this way lies the Game King Edw. Nay this way man See where the Huntsmen stand Now Brother of Gloster Lord Hastings and the rest Stand you thus close to steale the Bishops Deere Rich. Brother the time and case requireth hast Your horse stands ready at the Parke-corner King Ed. But whether shall we then Hast To Lyn my Lord And shipt from thence to Flanders Rich. Wel guest beleeue me for that was my meaning K. Ed. Stanley I will requite thy forwardnesse Rich. But wherefore stay we 't is no time to talke K. Ed. Huntsman what say'st thou Wilt thou go along Hunts Better do so then tarry and be hang'd Rich. Come then away le ts ha no more adoo K. Ed. Bishop farwell Sheeld thee from Warwickes frowne And pray that I may re-possesse the Crowne exeunt Flourish Enter King Henry the sixt Clarence Warwicke Somerset young Henry Oxford Mountague and Lieutenant K. Hen. M. Lieutenant now that God and Friends Haue shaken Edward from the Regall seate And turn'd my captiue state to libertie My feare to hope my sorrowes vnto ioyes At our enlargement what are thy due Fees Lieu. Subiects may challenge nothing of their Sou'rains But if an humble prayer may preuaile I then craue pardon of your Maiestie K. Hen. For what Lieutenant For well vsing me Nay be thou sure I le well requite thy
Oh Ned sweet Ned speake to thy Mother Boy Can'st thou not speake O Traitors Murtherers They that stabb'd Caesar shed no blood at all Did not offend nor were not worthy Blame If this foule deed were by to equall it He was a Man this in respect a Childe And Men ne're spend their fury on a Childe What 's worse then Murtherer that I may name it No no my heart will burst and if I speake And I will speake that so my heart may burst Butchers and Villaines bloudy Caniballes How sweet a Plant haue you vntimely cropt You haue no children Butchers if you had The thought of them would haue stirr'd vp remorse But if you euer chance to haue a Childe Looke in his youth to haue him so cut off As deathsmen you haue rid this sweet yong Prince King Away with her go beare her hence perforce Qu. Nay neuer beare me hence dispatch me heere Here sheath thy Sword I le pardon thee my death What wilt thou not Then Clarence do it thou Cla. By heauen I will not do thee so much ease Qu. Good Clarence do sweet Clarence do thou do it Cla. Did'st thou not heare me sweare I would not do it Qu. I but thou vsest to forsweare thy selfe 'T was Sin before but now 't is Charity What wilt y u not Where is that diuels butcher Richard Hard fauor'd Richard Richard where art thou Thou art not heere Murther is thy Almes-deed Petitioners for Blood thou ne're put'st backe Ed. Away I say I charge ye beare her hence Qu. So come to you and yours as to this Prince Exit Queene Ed. Where 's Richard gone Cla. To London all in post and as I guesse To make a bloody Supper in the Tower Ed. He 's sodaine if a thing comes in his head Now march we hence discharge the common sort With Pay and Thankes and let 's away to London And see our gentle Queene how well she fares By this I hope she hath a Sonne for me Exit Enter Henry the sixt and Richard with the Lieutenant on the Wallâ— Rich. Good day my Lord what at your Booke so hard Hen. I my good Lord my Lord I should say rather T is sinne to flatter Good was little better ' Good Gloster and good Deuill were alike And both preposterous therefore not Good Lord. Rich. Sirra leaue vs to our selues we must conferre Hen. So flies the wreaklesse shepherd from y e Wolfe So first the harmlesse Sheepe doth yeeld his Fleece And next his Throate vnto the Butchers Knife What Scene of death hath Rossius now to Acte Rich. Suspition alwayes haunts the guilty minde The Theefe doth feare each bush an Officer Hen. The Bird that hath bin limed in a bush With trembling wings misdoubteth euery bush And I the haplesse Male to one sweet Bird Haue now the fatall Obiect in my eye Where my poore yong was lim'd was caught and kill'd Rich. Why what a peeuish Foole was that of Creet That taught his Sonne the office of a Fowle And yet for all his wings the Foole was drown'd Hen. I Dedaius my poore Boy Icarus Thy Father Minos that deni'de our course The Sunne that sear'd the wings of my sweet Boy Thy Brother Edward and thy Selfe the Sea Whose enuious Gulfe did swallow vp his life Ah kill me with thy Weapon not with words My brest can better brooke thy Daggers point Then can my eares that Tragicke History But wherefore dost thou come Is' t for my Life Rich. Think'st thou I am an Executioner Hen. A Persecutor I am sure thou art If murthering Innocents be Executing Why then thou art an Executioner Rich. Thy Son I kill'd for his presumption Hen. Hadst thou bin kill'd when first y u didst presume Thou had'st not liu'd to kill a Sonne of mine And thus I prophesie that many a thousand Which now mistrust no parcell of my feare And many an old mans sighe and many a Widdowes And many an Orphans water-standing-eye Men for their Sonnes Wiues for their Husbands Orphans for their Parents timeles death Shall rue the houre that euer thou was 't borne The Owle shriek'd at thy birth an euill signe The Night-Crow cry'de aboding lucklesse time Dogs howl'd and hiddeous Tempest shook down Trees The Rauen rook'd her on the Chimnies top And chatt'ring Pies in dismall Discords sung Thy Mother felt more then a Mothers paine And yet brought forth lesse then a Mothers hope To wit an indigested and deformed lumpe Not like the fruit of such a goodly Tree Teeth had'st thou in thy head when thou was 't borne To signifie thou cam'st to bite the world And if the rest be true which I haue heard Thou cam'st Rich. I le heare no more Dye Prophet in thy speech Stabbes him For this among'st the rest was I ordain'd Hen. I and for much more slaughter after this O God forgiue my sinnes and pardon thee Dyes Rich. What will the aspiring blood of Lancaster Sinke in the ground I thought it would haue mounted See how my sword weepes for the poore Kings death O may such purple teares be alway shed From those that wish the downfall of our house If any sparke of Life be yet remaining Downe downe to hell and say I sent thee thither Stabs him againe I that haue neyther pitty loue nor feare Indeed 't is true that Henrie told me of For I haue often heard my Mother say I came into the world with my Legges forward Had I not reason thinke ye to make hast And seeke their Ruine that vsurp'd our Right The Midwife wonder'd and the Women cri'de O Iesus blesse vs he is borne with teeth And so I was which plainly signified That I should snarle and bite and play the dogge Then since the Heauens haue shap'd my Body so Let Hell make crook'd my Minde to answer it I haue no Brother I am like no Brother And this word Loue which Gray-beards call Diuine Be resident in men like one another And not in me I am my selfe alone Clarence beware thou keept'st me from the Light But I will sort a pitchy day for thee For I will buzze abroad such Prophesies That Edward shall be fearefull of his life And then to purge his feare I le be thy death King Henry and the Prince his Son are gone Clarence thy turne is next and then the rest Counting my selfe but bad till I be best I le throw thy body in another roome And Triumph Henry in thy day of Doome Exit Flourish Enter King Queene Clarence Richard Hastings Nurse and Attendants King Once more we sit in Englands Royall Throne Re-purchac'd with the Blood of Enemies What valiant Foe-men like to Autumnes Corne Haue we mow'd downe in tops of all their pride Three Dukes of Somerset threefold Renowne For hardy and vndoubted Champions Two Cliffords as the Father and the Sonne And two Northumberlands two brauer men Ne're spurr'd their Coursers at the Trumpets sound With them the two braue Beares Warwick Montague That in their Chaines
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
quicke Qu. O no my Reasons are too deepe and dead Too deepe and dead poore Infants in their graues Harpe on it still shall I till heart-strings breake Rich. Harpe not on that string Madam that is past Now by my George my Garter and my Crowne Qu. Prophan'd dishonor'd and the third vsurpt Rich. I sweare Qu. By nothing for this is no Oath Thy George prophan'd hath lost his Lordly Honor Thy Garter blemish'd pawn'd his Knightly Vertue Thy Crowne vsurp'd disgrac'd his Kingly Glory If something thou would'st sweare to be beleeu'd Sweare then by something that thou hast not wrong'd Rich. Then by my Selfe Qu. Thy Selfe is selfe-misvs'd Rich. Now by the World Qu. 'T is full of thy foule wrongs Rich. My Fathers death Qu. Thy life hath it dishonor'd Rich. Why then by Heauen Qu. Heauens wrong is most of all If thou didd'st feare to breake an Oath with him The vnity the King my husband made Thou had'st not broken nor my Brothers died If thou had'st fear'd to breake an oath by him Th' Imperiall mettall circling now thy head Had grac'd the tender temples of my Child And both the Princes had bene breathing heere Which now two tender Bed-fellowes for dust Thy broken Faith hath made the prey for Wormes What can'st thou sweare by now Rich. The time to come Qu. That thou hast wronged in the time ore-past For I my selfe haue many teares to wash Heereafter time for time past wrong'd by thee The Children liue whose Fathers thou hast slaughter'd Vngouern'd youth to waile it with their age The Parents liue whose Children thou hast butcher'd Old barren Plants to waile it with their Age. Sweare not by time to come for that thou hast Misvs'd ere vs'd by times ill-vs'd repast Rich. As I entend to prosper and repent So thriue I in my dangerous Affayres Of hostile Armes My selfe my selfe confound Heauen and Fortune barre me happy houres Day yeeld me not thy light nor Night thy rest Be opposite all Planets of good lucke To my proceeding if with deere hearts loue Immaculate deuotion holy thoughts I tender not thy beautious Princely daughter In her consists my Happinesse and thine Without her followes to my selfe and thee Her selfe the Land and many a Christian soule Death Desolation Ruine and Decay It cannot be auoyded but by this It will not be auoyded but by this Therefore deare Mother I must call you so Be the Atturney of my loue to her Pleade what I will be not what I haue beene Not my deserts but what I will deserue Vrge the Necessity and state of times And be not peeuish found in great Designes Qu. Shall I be tempted of the Diuel thus Rich. I if the Diuell tempt you to do good Qu. Shall I forget my selfe to be my selfe Rich. I if your selfes remembrance wrong your selfe Qu. Yet thou didst kil my Children Rich. But in your daughters wombe I bury them Where in that Nest of Spicery they will breed Selues of themselues to your recomforture Qu. Shall I go win my daughter to thy will Rich. And be a happy Mother by the deed Qu. I go write to me very shortly And you shal vnderstand from me her mind Exit Q. Rich. Beare her my true loues kisse and so farewell Relenting Foole and shallow-changing Woman How now what newes Enter Ratcliffe Rat. Most mightie Soueraigne on the Westerne Coast Rideth a puissant Nauie to our Shores Throng many doubtfull hollow-hearted friends Vnarm'd and vnresolu'd to beat them backe 'T is thought that Richmond is their Admirall And there they hull expecting but the aide Of Buckingham to welcome them ashore Rich. Some light-foot friend post to y e Duke of Norfolk Ratcliffe thy selfe or Catesby where is hee Cat. Here my good Lord. Rich. Catesby flye to the Duke Cat. I will my Lord with all conuenient haste Rich. Catesby come hither poste to Salisbury When thou com'st thither Dull vnmindfull Villaine Why stay'st thou here and go'st not to the Duke Cat. First mighty Liege tell me your Highnesse pleasure What from your Grace I shall deliuer to him Rich. O true good Catesby bid him leuie straight The greatest strength and power that he can make And meet me suddenly at Salisbury Cat. I goe Exit Rat. What may it please you shall I doe at Salisbury Rich. Why what would'st thou doe there before I goe Rat. Your Highnesse told me I should poste before Rich. My minde is chang'd Enter Lord Stanley Stanley what newes with you Sta. None good my Liege to please you with y e hearing Nor none so bad but well may be reported Rich. Hoyday a Riddle neither good nor bad What need'st thou runne so many miles about When thou mayest tell thy Tale the neerest way Once more what newes Stan. Richmond is on the Seas Rich. There let him sinke and be the Seas on him White-liuer'd Runnagate what doth he there Stan. I know not mightie Soueraigne but by guesse Rich. Well as you guesse Stan. Stirr'd vp by Dorset Buckingham and Morton He makes for England here to clayme the Crowne Rich. Is the Chayre emptie is the Sword vnsway'd Is the King dead the Empire vnpossest What Heire of Yorke is there aliue but wee And who is Englands King but great Yorkes Heire Then tell me what makes he vpon the Seas Stan. Vnlesse for that my Liege I cannot guesse Rich. Vnlesse for that he comes to be your Liege You cannot guesse wherefore the Welchman comes Thou wilt reuolt and flye to him I feare Stan. No my good Lord therefore mistrust me not Rich. Where is thy Power then to beat him back Where be thy Tenants and thy followers Are they not now vpon the Westerne Shore Safe-conducting the Rebels from their Shippes Stan. No my good Lord my friends are in the North. Rich. Cold friends to me what do they in the North When they should serue their Soueraigne in the West Stan. They haue not been commanded mighty King Pleaseth your Maiestie to giue me leaue I le muster vp my friends and meet your Grace Where and what time your Maiestie shall please Rich. I thou would'st be gone to ioyne with Richmond But I le not trust thee Stan. Most mightie Soueraigne You haue no cause to hold my friendship doubtfull I neuer was nor neuer will be false Rich. Goe then and muster men but leaue behind Your Sonne George Stanley looke your heart be firme Or else his Heads assurance is but fraile Stan. So deale with him as I proue true to you Exit Stanley Enter a Messenger Mess My gracious Soueraigne now in Deuonshire As I by friends am well aduertised Sir Edward Courtney and the haughtie Prelate Bishop of Exeter his elder Brother With many moe Confederates are in Armes Enter another Messenger Mess In Kent my Liege the Guilfords are in Armes And euery houre more Competitors Flocke to the Rebels and their power growes strong Enter another Messenger Mess My Lord the Armie of great Buckingham Rich. Out on ye Owles nothing but
should take roote here where we sit Or sit State-Statues onely Kin. Things done well And with a care exempt themselues from feare Things done without example in their issue Are to be fear'd Haue you a President Of this Commission I beleeue not any We must not rend our Subiects from our Lawes And sticke them in our Will Sixt part of each A trembling Contribution why we take From euery Tree lop barke and part o' th' Timber And though we leaue it with a roote thus hackt The Ayre will drinke the Sap. To euery County Where this is question'd send our Letters with Free pardon to each man that has deny'de The force of this Commission pray looke too 't I put it to your care Card. A word with you Let there be Letters writ to euery Shire Of the Kings grace and pardon the greeued Commons Hardly conceiue of me Let it be nois'd That through our Intercession this Reuokement And pardon come I shall anon aduise you Further in the proceeding Exit Secret Enter Surueyor Queen I am sorry that the Duke of Buckingham Is run in your displeasure Kin. It grieues many The Gentleman is Learn'd and a most rare Speaker To Nature none more bound his trayning such That he may furnish and instruct great Teachers And neuer seeke for ayd out of himselfe yet see When these so Noble benefits shall proue Not well dispos'd the minde growing once corrupt They turne to vicious formes ten times more vgly Then euer they were faire This man so compleat Who was enrold ' mongst wonders and when we Almost with rauish'd listning could not finde His houre of speech a minute He my Lady Hath into monstrous habits put the Graces That once were his and is become as blacke As if besmear'd in hell Sit by Vs you shall heare This was his Gentleman in trust of him Things to strike Honour sad Bid him recount The fore-recited practises whereof We cannot feele too little heare too much Card. Stand forth with bold spirit relate what you Most like a carefull Subiect haue collected Out of the Duke of Buckingham Kin. Speake freely Sur. First it was vsuall with him euery day It would infect his Speech That if the King Should without issue dye hee 'l carry it so To make the Scepter his These very words I 'ue heard him vtter to his Sonne in Law Lord Aburgany to whom by o th' he menac'd Reuenge vpon the Cardinall Card. Please your Highnesse note This dangerous conception in this point Not frended by his wish to your High person His will is most malignant and it stretches Beyond you to your friends Queen My learn'd Lord Cardinall Deliuer all with Charity Kin. Speake on How grounded hee his Title to the Crowne Vpon our faile to this poynt hast thou heard him At any time speake ought Sur. He was brought to this By a vaine Prophesie of Nicholas Henton Kin. What was that Henton Sur. Sir a Chartreux Fryer His Confessor who fed him euery minute With words of Soueraignty Kin. How know'st thou this Sur. Not long before your Hignesse sped to France The Duke being at the Rose within the Parish Saint Laurence Poultney did of me demand What was the speech among the Londoners Concerning the French Iourney I replide Men feare the French would proue perfidious To the Kings danger presently the Duke Said 't was the feare indeed and that he doubted 'T would proue the verity of certaine words Spoke by a holy Monke that oft sayes he Hath sent to me wishing me to permit Iohn de la Car my Chaplaine a choyce howre To heare from him a matter of some moment Whom after vnder the Commissions Seale He sollemnly had sworne that what he spoke My Chaplaine to no Creature liuing but To me should vtter with demure Confidence This pausingly ensu'de neither the King nor 's Heyres Tell you the Duke shall prosper bid him striue To the loue o' th' Commonalty the Duke Shall gouerne England Queen If I know you well You were the Dukes Surueyor and lost your Office On the complaint o' th' Tenants take good heed You charge not in your spleene a Noble person And spoyle your nobler Soule I say take heed Yes heartily beseech you Kin. Let him on Goe forward Sur. On my Soule I le speake but truth I told my Lord the Duke by th' Diuels illusions The Monke might be deceiu'd and that 't was dangerous For this to ruminate on this so farre vntill It forg'd him some designe which being beleeu'd It was much like to doe He answer'd Tush It can doe me no damage adding further That had the King in his last Sicknesse faild The Cardinals and Sir Thomas Louels heads Should haue gone off Kin. Ha What so rancke Ah ha There 's mischiefe in this man canst thou say further Sur. I can my Liedge Kin. Proceed Sur. Being at Greenwich After your Highnesse had reprou'd the Duke About Sir William Blumer Kin. I remember of such a time being my sworn seruant The Duke retein'd him his But on what hence Sur. If quoth he I for this had beene committed As to the Tower I thought I would haue plaid The Part my Father meant to act vpon Th' Vsurper Richard who being at Salsbury Made suit to come in 's presence which if granted As he made semblance of his duty would Haue put his knife into him Kin. A Gyant Traytor Card. Now Madam may his Highnes liue in freedome And this man out of Prison Queen God mend all Kin. Ther 's somthing more would out of thee what say'st Sur. After the Duke his Father with the knife He stretch'd him and with one hand on his dagger Another spread on 's breast mounting his eyes He did discharge a horrible Oath whose tenor Was were he euill vs'd he would outgoe His Father by as much as a performance Do's an irresolute purpose Kin. There 's his period To sheath his knife in vs he is attach'd Call him to present tryall if he may Finde mercy in the Law 't is his if none Let him not seek't of vs By day and night Hee 's Traytor to th' height Exeunt Scaena Tertia Enter L. Chamberlaine and L. Sandys L. Ch. Is' t possible the spels of France should iuggle Men into such strange mysteries L. San. New customes Though they be neuer so ridiculous Nay let 'em be vnmanly yet are follow'd L. Ch. As farre as I see all the good our English Haue got by the late Voyage is but meerely A fit or two o' th' face but they are shrewd ones For when they hold 'em you would sweare directly Their very noses had been Councellours To Pepin or Clotharius they keepe State so L. San. They haue all new legs And lame ones one would take it That neuer see 'em pace before the Spauen A Spring-halt rain'd among ' em L. Ch. Death my Lord Their cloathes are after such a Pagan cut too 't That sure th' haue worne out Châ—istendome how now What
Marchionesse of Pembrooke to which Title A Thousand pound a yeare Annuall support Out of his Grace he addes An. I doe not know What kinde of my obedience I should tender More then my All is Nothing Nor my Prayers Are not words duely hallowed nor my Wishes More worth then empty vanities yet Prayers Wishes Are all I can returne ' Beseech your Lordship Vouchsafe to speake my thankes and my obedience As from a blushâ—ng Handmaid to his Highnesse Whose health and Royalty I pray for Cham. Lady I shall not faile t' approue the faire conceit The King hath of you I haue perus'd her well Beauty and Honour in her are so mingled That they haue caught the King and who knowes yet But from this Lady may proceed a Iemme To lighten all this I le I 'le to the King And say I spoke with you Exit Lord Chamberlaine An. My honour'd Lord. Old L. Why this it is See see I haue beene begging sixteene yeares in Court Am yet a Courtier beggerly nor could Come pat betwixt too early and too late For any suit of poundâ— and you oh fate A very fresh Fish heere fye fye fye vpon This compel'd fortune haue your mouth fild vp Before you open it An. This is strange to me Old L. How tasts it Is it bitter Forty pence no There was a Lady once t is an old Story That would not be a Queene that would she not For all the mud in Egypt haue you heard it An. Come you are pleasant Old L. With your Theame I could O're-mount the Larke The Marchionesse of Pembrooke A thousand pounds a yeare for pure respect No other obligation by my Life That promises mo thousands Honours traine Is longer then his fore-skirt by this time I know your backe will beare a Dutchesse Say Are you not stronger then you were An. Good Lady Make your selfe mirth with your particular fancy And leaue me out on 't Would I had no being If this salute my blood a â—ot it faints me To thinke what followes The Queene is comfortlesse and wâ—e forgetfull In our long absence pray doe not deliuer What heere y' haue heard to her Old L. What doe you thinke me Exeunt Scena Quarta Trumpets Sennet and Cornets Enter two Vergers with shoÌ„t siluer wands next them two Scribes in the habite of Doctors after them the Bishop of Canterbury alone after him the Bishops of Lincolne Ely Rochester and S. Asaph Next them with some small distance followes a Gentleman bearing the Purse with the great Seale and a Cardinals Hat Then two Priests bearing each a Siluer Crosse Then a Gentleman Vsher bare-headed accompanyed with a Sergeant at Armes bearing a Siluer Mace Then two Gentlemen bearing two great Siluer Pillers After them side by side the two Cardinals two Noblemen with the Sword and Mace The King takes place vnder the Cloth of State The two Cardinalls sit vnder him as Iudges The Queene takes place some distance from the King The Bishops place themselues on each side the Court in manner of a Consistory Below them the Scribes The Lords sit next the Bishops The rest of the Attendants stand in conuenient order about the Stage Car. Whil'st our Commission from Rome is read Let silence be commanded King What 's the need It hath already publiquely bene read And on all sides th' Authority allow'd You may then spare that time Car. Bee 't so proceed Scri. Say Henry K. of England come into the Court. Crier Henry King of England c. King Heere Scribe Say Katherine Queene of England Come into the Court. Crier Katherine Queene of England c. The Queene makes no answer rises out of her Chaire goes about the Court comes to the King and kneeles at his Feete Then speakes Sir I desire you do me Right and Iustice And to bestow your pitty on me for I am a most poore Woman and a Stranger Borne out of your Dominions hauing heere No Iudge indifferent nor no more assurance Of equall Friendship and Proceeding Alas Sir In what haue I offended you What cause Hath my behauiour giuen to your displeasure That thus you should proceede to put me off And take your good Grace from me Heauen witnesse I haue bene to you a true and humble Wife At all times to your will conformable Euer in feare to kindle your Dislike Yea subiect to your Countenance Glad or sorry As I saw it inclin'd When was the houre I euer contradicted your Desire Or made it not mine too Or which of your Friends Haue I not stroue to loue although I knew He were mine Enemy What Friend of mine That had to him deriu'd your Anger did I Continue in my Liking Nay gaue notice He was from thence discharg'd Sir call to minde That I haue beene your Wife in this Obedience Vpward of twenty yeares and haue bene blest With many Children by you If in the course And processe of this time you can report And proue it too against mine Honor aught My bond to Wedlocke or my Loue and Dutie Against your Sacred Person in Gods name Turne me away and let the fowl'st Contempt Shut doore vpon me and so giue me vp To the sharp'st kinde of Iustice Please you Sir The King your Father was reputed for A Prince most Prudent of an excellent And vnmatch'd Wit and Iudgement Ferdinand My Father King of Spaine was reckon'd one The wisest Prince that there had reign'd by many A yeare before It is not to be question'd That they had gather'd a wise Councell to them Of euery Realme that did debate this Businesse Who deem'd our Marriage lawful Wherefore I humbly Beseech you Sir to spare me till I may Be by my Friends in Spaine aduis'd whose Counsaile I will implore If not i' th' name of God Your pleasure be fulfill'd Wol. You haue heere Lady And of your choice these Reuerend Fathers men Of singular Integrity and Learning Yea the elect o' th' Land who are assembled To pleade your Cause It shall be therefore bootlesse That longer you desire the Court as well For your owne quiet as to rectifie What is vnsetled in the King Camp His Grace Hath spoken well and iustly Therefore Madam It 's fit this Royall Session do proceed And that without delay their Arguments Be now produc'd and heard Qu. Lord Cardinall to you I speake Wol. Your pleasure Madam Qu. Sir I am about to weepe but thinking that We are a Queene or long haue dream'd so certaine The daughter of a King my drops of teares I le turne to sparkes of fire Wol. Be patient yet Qu. I will when you are humble Nay before Or God will punish me I do beleeue Induc'd by potent Circumstances that You are mine Enemy and make my Challenge You shall not be my Iudge For it is you Haue blowne this Coale betwixt my Lord and me Which Gods dew quench therefore I say againe I vtterly abhorre yea from my Soule Refuse you for my Iudge whom yet once more I hold my
most malicious Foe and thinke not At all a Friend to truth Wol. I do professe You speake not like your selfe who euer yet Haue stood to Charity and displayd th' effects Of disposition gentle and of wisedome Ore-topping womans powre Madam you do me wrong I haue no Spleene against you nor iniustice For you or any how farre I haue proceeded Or how farre further Shall is warranted By a Commission from the Consistorie Yea the whole Consistorie of Rome You charge me That I haue blowne this Coale I do deny it The King is present If it be knowne to him That I gainsay my Deed how may he wound And worthily my Falsehood yea as much As you haue done my Truth If he know That I am free of your Report he knowes I am not of your wrong Therefore in him It lies to cure me and the Cure is to Remoue these Thoughts from you The which before His Highnesse shall speake in I do beseech You gracious Madam to vnthinke your speaking And to say so no more Queen My Lord my Lord I am a simple woman much too weake T' oppose your cunning Y' are meek humble-mouth'd You signe your Place and Calling in full seeming With Meekenesse and Humilitie but your Heart Is cramm'd with Arrogancie Spleene and Pride You haue by Fortune and his Highnesse fauors Gone slightly o're lowe steppes and now are mounted Where Powres are your Retainers and your words Domestickes to you serue your will as 't please Your selfe pronounce their Office I must tell you You tender more your persons Honor then Your high profession Spirituall That agen I do refuse you for my Iudge and heere Before you all Appeale vnto the Pope To bring my whole Cause 'fore his Holinesse And to be iudg'd by him She Curtsies to the King and offers to depart Camp The Queene is obstinate Stubborne to Iustice apt to accuse it and Disdainfull to be tride by 't t is not well Shee 's going away Kin. Call her againe Crier Katherine Q of England come into the Court. Gent. Vsh Madam you are cald backe Que. What need you note it pray you keep your way When you are cald returne Now the Lord helpe They vexe me past my patience pray you passe on I will not tarry no nor euer more Vpon this businesse my appearance make In any of their Courts Exit Queene and her Attendants Kin. Goe thy wayes Kate That man i' th' world who shall report he ha's A better Wife let him in naught be trusted For speaking false in that thou art alone If thy rare qualities sweet gentlenesse Thy meeknesse Saint-like Wife-like Gouernment Obeying in commanding and thy parts Soueraigne and Piousels could speake thee out The Queene of earthly Queenes Shee 's Noble borne And like her true Nobility she ha's Carried her selfe towards me Wol. Most gracious Sir In humblest manner I require your Highnes That it shall please you to declare in hearing Of all these eares for where I am rob'd and bound There must I be vnloos'd although not there At once and fully satisfide whether euer I Did broach this busines to your Highnes or Laid any scruple in your way which might Induce you to the question on 't or euer Haue to you but with thankes to God for such A Royall Lady spake one the least word that might Be to the preiudice of her present State Or touch of her good Person Kin. My Lord Cardinall I doe excuse you yea vpon mine Honour I free you from 't You are not to be taught That you haue many enemies that know not Why they are so but like to Village Curres Barke when their fellowes doe By some of these The Queene is put in anger y' are excus'd But will you be more iustifi'de You euer Haue wish'd the sleeping of this busines neuer desir'd It to be stir'd but oft haue hindred oft The passages made toward it on my Honour I speake my good Lord Cardnall to this point And thus farre cleare him Now what mou'd me too 't I will be bold with time and your attention Then marke th' inducement Thus it came giue heede too 't My Conscience first receiu'd a tendernes Scruple and pricke on certaine Speeches vtter'd By th' Bishop of Bayon then French Embassador Who had beene hither sent on the debating And Marriage 'twixt the Duke of Orleance and Our Daughter Mary I' th' Progresse of this busines Ere a determinate resolution hee I meane the Bishop did require a respite Wherein he might the King his Lord aduertise Whether our Daughter were legitimate Respecting this our Marriage with the Dowager Sometimes our Brothers Wife This respite shooke The bosome of my Conscience enter'd me Yea with a spitting power and made to tremble The region of my Breast which forc'd such way That many maz'd considerings did throng And prest in with this Caution First me thought I stood not in the smile of Heauen who had Commanded Nature that my Ladies wombe If it conceiu'd a male-child by me should Doe no more Offices of life too 't then The Graue does to th' dead For her Male Issue Or di'de where they were made ot shortly after This world had ayr'd them Hence I tooke a thought This was a Iudgement on me that my Kingdome Well worthy the best Heyre o' th' World should not Be gladded in 't by me Then followes that I weigh'd the danger which my Realmes stood in By this my Issues faile and that gaue to me Many a groaning throw thus hulling in The wild Sea of my Conscience I did steere Toward this remedy whereupon we are Now present heere together that 's to say I meant to rectifie my Conscience which I then did feele full sicke and yet not well By all the Reuerend Fathers of the Land And Doctors learn'd First I began in priuate With you my Lord of Lincolne you remember How vnder my oppression I did reeke When I first mou'd you B. Lin. Very well my Liedge Kin. I haue spoke long be pleas'd your selfe to say How farre you satisfide me Lin. So please your Highnes The question did at first so stagger me Bearing a State of mighty moment in 't And consequence of dread that I committed The daringst Counsaile which I had to doubt And did entreate your Highnes to this course Which you are running heere Kin. I then mou'd you My Lord of Canterbury and got your leaue To make this present Summons vnsolicited I left no Reuerend Person in this Court But by particular consent proceeded Vnder your hands and Seales therefore goe on For no dislike i' th' world against the person Of the good Queene but the sharpe thorny points Of my alleadged reasons driues this forward Proue but our Marriage lawfull by my Life And Kingly Dignity we are contented To weare our mortall State to come with her Katherine our Queene before the primest Creature That 's Parragon'd o' th' World Camp So please your Highnes The Queene being absent 't is a
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
traines hath sought to win me Into his power and modest Wisedome pluckes me From ouer-credulous hast but God aboue Deale betweene thee and me For euen now I put my selfe to thy Direction and Vnspeake mine owne detraction Heere abiure The taints and blames I laide vpon my selfe For strangers to my Nature I am yet Vnknowne to Woman neuer was forsworne Scarsely haue coueted what was mine owne At no time broke my Faith would not betray The Deuill to his Fellow and delight No lesse in truth then life My first false speaking Was this vpon my selfe What I am truly Is thine and my poore Countries to command Whither indeed before they heere approach Old Seyward with ten thousand warlike men Already at a point was setting foorth Now wee 'l together and the chance of goodnesse Be like our warranted Quarrell Why are you silent Macd. Such welcome and vnwelcom things at once 'T is hard to reconcile Enter a Doctor Mal. Well more anon Comes the King forth I pray you Doct. I Sir there are a crew of wretched Soules That stay his Cure their malady conuinces The great assay of Art But at his touch Such sanctity hath Heauen giuen his hand They presently amend Exit Mal. I thanke you Doctor Macd. What 's the Disease he meanes Mal. T is call'd the Euill A most myraculous worke in this good King Which often since my heere remaine in England I haue seene him do How he solicites heauen Himselfe best knowes but strangely visited people All swolne and Vlcerous pittifull to the eye The meere dispaire of Surgery he cures Hanging a golden stampe about their neckes Put on with holy Prayers and 't is spoken To the succeeding Royalty he leaues The healing Benediction With this strange vertue He hath a heauenly guift of Prophesie And sundry Blessings hang about his Throne That speake him full of Grace Enter Rosse Macd. See who comes heere Malc My Countryman but yet I know him nor Macd. My euer gentle Cozen welcome hither Malc I know him now Good God betimes remoue The meanes that makes vs Strangers Rosse Sir Amen Macd. Stands Scotland where it did Rosse Alas poore Countrey Almost affraid to know it selfe It cannot Be call'd our Mother but our Graue where nothing But who knowes nothing is once seene to smile Where sighes and groanes and shrieks that rent the ayre Are made not mark'd Where violent sorrow seemes A Moderne extasie The Deadmans knell Is there scarse ask'd for who and good mens liues Expire before the Flowers in their Caps Dying or ere they sicken Macd. Oh Relation too nice and yet too true Malc What 's the newest griefe Rosse That of an houres age doth hisse the speaker Each minute teemes a new one Macd. How do's my Wife Rosse Why well Macd. And all my Children Rosse Well too Macd. The Tyrant ha's not batter'd at their peace Rosse No they were wel at peace when I did leaue 'em Macd. Be not a niggard of your speech How gos't Rosse When I came hither to transport the Tydings Which I haue heauily borne there ran a Rumour Of many worthy Fellowes that were out Which was to my beleefe witnest the rather For that I saw the Tyrants Power a-foot Now is the time of helpe your eye in Scotland Would create Soldiours make our women fight To doffe their dire distresses Malc Bee 't their comfort We are comming thither Gracious England hath Lent vs good Seyward and ten thousand men An older and a better Souldier none That Christendome giues out Rosse Would I could answer This comfort with the like But I haue words That would be howl'd out in the desert ayre Where hearing should not latch them Macd. What concerne they The generall cause or is it a Fee-griefe Due to some single brest Rosse No minde that 's honest But in it shares some woe though the maine part Pertaines to you alone Macd. If it be mine Keepe it not from me quickly let me haue it Rosse Let not your eares dispise my tongue for euer Which shall possesse them with the heauiest sound That euer yet they heard Macd. Humh I guesse at it Rosse Your Castle is surpriz'd your Wife and Babes Sauagely slaughter'd To relate the manner Were on the Quarry of these murther'd Deere To adde the death of you Malc Mercifull Heauen What man ne're pull your hat vpon your browes Giue sorrow words the griefe that do's not speake Whispers the o're-fraught heart and bids it breake Macd. My Children too Ro. Wife Children Seruants all that could be found Macd. And I must be from thence My wife kil'd too Rosse I haue said Malc Be comforted Let 's make vs Med'cines of our great Reuenge To cure this deadly greefe Macd. He ha's no Children All my pretty ones Did you say All Oh Hell-Kite All What All my pretty Chickens and their Damme At one fell swoope Malc Dispute it like a man Macd. I shall do so But I must also feele it as a man I cannot but remember such things were That were most precious to me Did heauen looke on And would not take their part Sinfull Macduff They were all strooke for thee Naught that I am Not for their owne demerits but for mine Fell slaughter on their soules Heauen rest them now Mal. Be this the Whetstone of your sword let griefe Conuert to anger blunt not the heart enrage it Macd. O I could play the woman with mine eyes And Braggart with my tongue But gentle Heauens Cut short all intermission Front to Front Bring thou this Fiend of Scotland and my selfe Within my Swords length set him if he scape Heauen forgiue him too Mal. This time goes manly Come go we to the King our Power is ready Our lacke is nothing but our leaue Macbeth Is ripe for shaking and the Powres aboue Put on their Instruments Receiue what cheere you may The Night is long that neuer findes the Day Exeunt Actus Quintus Scena Prima Enter a Doctor of Physicke and a Wayting Gentlewoman Doct. I haue too Nights watch'd with you but can perceiue no truth in your report When was it shee last walk'd Gent. Since his Maiesty went into the Field I haue seene her rise from her bed throw her Night-Gown vppon her vnlocke her Closset take foorth paper folde it write vpon 't read it afterwards Seale it and againe returne to bed yet all this while in a most fast sleepe Doct. A great perturbation in Nature to receyue at once the benefit of sleep and do the effects of watching In this slumbry agitation besides her walking and other actuall performances what at any time haue you heard her say Gent. That Sir which I will not report after her Doct. You may to me and 't is most meet you should Gent. Neither to you nor any one hauing no witnesse to confirme my speech Enter Lady with a Taper Lo you heere she comes This is her very guise and vpon my life fast asleepe obserue her stand close Doct.
your greefes to your Friend Ham. Sir I lacke Aduancement Rosin How can that be when you haue the voyce of the King himselfe for your Succession in Denmarke Ham. I but while the grasse growes the Prouerbe is something musty Enter one with a Recorder O the Recorder Let me see to withdraw with you why do you go about to recouer the winde of mee as if you would driue me into a toyle Guild O my Lord if my Dutie be too bold my loue is too vnmannerly Ham. I do not well vnderstand that Will you play vpon this Pipe Guild My Lord I cannot Ham. I pray you Guild Beleeue me I cannot Ham. I do beseech you Guild I know no touch of it my Lord. Ham. 'T is as easie as lying gouerne these Ventiges with your finger and thumbe giue it breath with your mouth and it will discourse most excellent Musicke Looke you these are the stoppes Guild But these cannot I command to any vtterance of hermony I haue not the skill Ham. Why looke you now how vnworthy a thing you make of me you would play vpon mee you would seeme to know my stops you would pluck out the heart of my Mysterie you would sound mee from my lowest Note to the top of my Compasse and there is much Musicke excellent Voice in this little Organe yet cannot you make it Why do you thinke that I am easier to bee plaid on then a Pipe Call me what Instrument you will though you can fret me you cannot play vpon me God blesse you Sir Enter Polonius Polon My Lord the Queene would speak with you and presently Ham. Do you see that Clowd that 's almost in shape like a Camell Polon By ' th' Misse and it 's like a Camell indeed Ham. Me thinkes it is like a Weazell Polon It is back'd like a Weazell Ham. Or like a Whale Polon Verie like a Whale Ham. Then will I come to my Mother by and by They foole me to the top of my bent I will come by and by Polon I will say so Exit Ham. By and by is easily said Leaue me Friends 'T is now the verie witching time of night When Churchyards yawne and Hell it selfe breaths out Contagion to this world Now could I drink hot blood And do such bitter businesse as the day Would quake to looke on Soft now to my Mother Oh Heart loose not thy Nature let not euer The Soule of Nero enter this firme bosome Let me be cruell not vnnaturall I will speake Daggers to her but vse none My Tongue and Soule in this be Hypocrites How in my words someuer she be shent To giue them Seales neuer my Soule consent Enter King Rosincrance and Guildensterne King I like him not nor stands it safe with vs To let his madnesse range Therefore prepare you I your Commission will forthwith dispatch And he to England shall along with you The termes of our estate may not endure Hazard so dangerous as doth hourely grow Out of his Lunacies Guild We will our selues prouide Most holie and Religious feare it is To keepe those many many bodies safe That liue and feede vpon your Maiestie Rosin The single And peculiar life is bound With all the strength and Armour of the minde To keepe it selfe from noyance but much more That Spirit vpon whose spirit depends and rests The liues of many the cease of Maiestie Dies not alone but like a Gulfe doth draw What 's neere it with it It is a massie wheele Fixt on the Somnet of the highest Mount To whose huge Spoakes ten thousand lesser things Are mortiz'd and adioyn'd which when it falles Each small annexment pettie consequence Attends the boystrous Ruine Neuer alone Did the King sighe but with a generall grone King Arme you I pray you to this speedie Voyage For we will Fetters put vpon this feare Which now goes too free-footed Both. We will haste vs. Exeunt Gent. Enter Polonius Pol. My Lord he 's going to his Mothers Closset Behinde the Arras I le conuey my selfe To heare the Processe I le warrant shee 'l tax him home And as you said and wisely was it said 'T is meete that some more audience then a Mother Since Nature makes them partiall should o're-heare The speech of vantage Eare you well my Liege I le call vpon you ere you go to bed And tell you what I know King Thankes deere my Lord. Oh my offence is ranke it smels to heauen It hath the primall eldest curse vpon 't A Brothers murther Pray can I not Though inclination be as sharpe as will My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent And like a man to double businesse bound I stand in pause where I shall first begin And both neglect what if this cursed hand Were thicker then it selfe with Brothers blood Is there not Raine enough in the sweet Heauens To wash it white as Snow Whereto serues mercy But to confront the visage of Offence And what 's in Prayer but this two-fold force To be fore-stalled ere we come to fall Or pardon'd being downe Then I le looke vp My fault is past But oh what forme of Prayer Can serue my turne Forgiue me my foule Murther That cannot be since I am still possest Of those effects for which I did the Murther My Crowne mine owne Ambition and my Queene May one be pardon'd and retaine th' offence In the corrupted currants of this world Offences gilded hand may shoue by Iustice And oft 't is seene the wicked prize it selfe Buyes out the Law but 't is not so aboue There is no shuffling there the Action lyes In his true Nature and we our selues compell'd Euen to the teeth and forehead of our faults To giue in euidence What then What rests Try what Repentance can What can it not Yet what can it when one cannot repent Oh wretched state Oh bosome blacke as death Oh limed soule that strugling to be free Art more ingag'd Helpe Angels make assay Bow stubborne knees and heart with strings of Steele Be soft as sinewes of the new-borne Babe All may be well Enter Hamlet Ham. Now might I do it pat now he is praying And now I le doo 't and so he goes to Heauen And so am I reueng'd that would be scann'd A Villaine killes my Father and for that I his foule Sonne do this same Villaine send To heauen Oh this is hyre and Sallery not Reuenge He tooke my Father grossely full of bread With all his Crimes broad blowne as fresh as May And how his Audit stands who knowes saue Heauen But in our circumstance and course of thought 'T is heauie with him and am I then reueng'd To take him in the purging of his Soule When he is fit and season'd for his passage No. Vp Sword and know thou a more horrid hent When he is drunke asleepe or in his Rage Or in th' incestuous pleasure of his bed At gaming swearing or about some acte That ha's no rellish of Saluation in 't Then trip him
doe to calme his rage Now feare I this will giue it start againe Therefore let 's follow Exeunt Enter two Clownes Clown Is she to bee buried in Christian buriall that wilfully seekes her owne saluation Other I tell thee she is and therefore make her Graue straight the Crowner hath sate on her and finds it Christian buriall Clo. How can that be vnlesse she drowned her selfe in her owne defence Other Why 't is found so Clo. It must be Se offendendo it cannot bee else for heere lies the point If I drowne my selfe wittingly it argues an Act and an Act hath three branches It is an Act to doe and to performe argall she drown'd her selfe wittingly Other Nay but heare you Goodman Deluer Clown Giue me leaue heere lies the water good heere stands the man good If the man goe to this water and drowne himsele it is will he nill he he goes marke you that But if the water come to him drowne him hee drownes not himselfe Argall hee that is not guilty of his owne death shortens not his owne life Other But is this law Clo. I marry is' t Crowners Quest Law Other Will you ha the truth on 't if this had not beene a Gentlewoman shee should haue beene buried out of Christian Buriall Clo. Why there thou say'st And the more pitty that great folke should haue countenance in this world to drowne or hang themselues more then their euen Christian Come my Spade there is no ancient Gentlemen but Gardiners Ditchers and Graue-makers they hold vp Adams Profession Other Was he a Gentleman Clo. He was the first that euer bore Armes Other Why he had none Clo. What ar't a Heathen how dost thou vnderstand the Scripture the Scripture sayes Adam dig'd could hee digge without Armes I le put another question to thee if thou answerest me not to the purpose confesse thy selfe Other Go too Clo. What is he that builds stronger then either the Mason the Shipwright or the Carpenter Other The Gallowes maker for that Frame outliues a thousand Tenants Clo. I like thy wit well in good faith the Gallowes does well but how does it well it does well to those that doe ill now thou dost ill to say the Gallowes is built stronger then the Church Argall the Gallowes may doe well to thee Too 't againe Come Other Who builds stronger then a Mason a Shipwright or a Carpenter Clo. I tell me that and vnyoake Other Marry now I can tell Clo. Too 't Other Masse I cannot tell Enter Hamlet and Horatio a farre off Clo. Cudgell thy braines no more about it for your dull Asse will not mend his pace with beating and when you are ask't this question next say a Graue-maker the Houses that he makes lasts till Doomesday go get thee to Yaughan fetch me a stoupe of Liquor Sings In youth when I did loue did loue me thought it was very sweete To contract O the time for a my behoue O me thought there was nothing meete Ham. Ha's this fellow no feeling of his businesse that he sings at Graue-making Hor. Custome hath made it in him a property of easinesse Ham. 'T is ee'n so the hand of little Imployment hath the daintier sense Clowne sings But Age with his stealing steps hath caught me in his clutch And hath shipped me intill the Land as if I had neuer beene such Ham. That Scull had a tongue in it and could sing once how the knaue iowles it to th' grownd as if it were Caines Iaw-bone that did the first murther It might be the Pate of a Polititian which this Asse o're Offices one that could circumuent God might it not Hor. It might my Lord. Ham. Or of a Courtier which could say Good Morrow sweet Lord how dost thou good Lord this might be my Lord such a one that prais'd my Lord such a ones Horse when he meant to begge it might it not Hor. I my Lord. Ham. Why ee'n so and now my Lady Wormes Chaplesse and knockt about the Mazard with a Sextons Spade heere 's fine Reuolution if wee had the tricke to see 't Did these bones cost no more the breeding but to play at Loggets with ' em mine ake to thinke on 't Clowne sings A Pickhaxe and a Spade a Spade for and a shrowding-Sheete O a Pit of Clay for to be made for such a Guest is meete Ham. There 's another why might not that bee the Scull of of a Lawyer where be his Quiddits now his Quillets his Cases his Tenures and his Tricks why doe's he suffer this rude knaue now to knocke him about the Sconce with a dirty Shouell and will not tell him of his Action of Battery hum This fellow might be in 's time a great buyer of Land with his Statutes his Recognizances his Fines his double Vouchers his Recoueries Is this the fine of his Fines and the recouery of his Recoueries to haue his fine Pate full of fine Dirt will his Vouchers vouch him no more of his Purchases and double ones too then the length and breadth of a paire of Indentures the very Conueyances of his Lands will hardly lye in this Boxe and must the Inheritor himselfe haue no more ha Hor. Not a iot more my Lord. Ham. Is not Parchment made of Sheep-skinnes Hor. I my Lord and of Calue-skinnes too Ham. They are Sheepe and Calues that seek out assurance in that I will speake to this fellow whose Graue's this Sir Clo. Mine Sir O a Pit of Clay for to be made for such a Guest is meete Ham. I thinke it be thine indeed for thou liest in 't Clo. You lye out on 't Sir and therefore it is not yours for my part I doe not lye in 't and yet it is mine Ham. Thou dost lye in 't to be in 't and say 't is thine 't is for the dead not for the quicke therefore thou lyest Clo. 'T is a quicke lye Sir 't will a way againe from me to you Ham. What man dost thou digge it for Clo. For no man Sir Ham. What woman then Clo. For none neither Ham. Who is to be buried in 't Clo. One that was a woman Sir but rest her Soule shee 's dead Ham. How absolute the knaue is wee must speake by the Carde or equiuocation will vndoe vs by the Lord Horatio these three yeares I haue taken note of it the Age is growne so picked that the toe of the Pesant comes so neere the heeles of our Courtier hee galls his Kibe How long hast thou been a Graue-maker Clo. Of all the dayes i' th' yeare I came too 't that day that our last King Hamlet o're came Fortinbras Ham. How long is that since Clo. Cannot you tell that euery foole can tell that It was the very day that young Hamlet was borne hee that was mad and sent into England Ham. I marry why was he sent into England Clo. Why because he was mad hee shall recouer his wits there or if he do not it 's no
Beauford to thy Soueraigne Ca. If thou beest death I le giue thee Englands Treasure Enough to purchase such another Island So thou wilt let me liue and feele no paine King Ah what a signe it is of euill life Where death's approach is seene so terrible War Beauford it is thy Soueraigne speakes to thee Beau. Bring me vnto my Triall when you will Dy'de he not in his bed Where should he dye Can I make men liue where they will or no Oh torture me no more I will confesse Aliue againe Then shew me where he is I le giue a thousand pound to looke vpon him He hath no eyes the dust hath blinded them Combe downe his haire looke looke it stands vpright Like Lime-twigs set to catch my winged soule Giue me some drinke and bid the Apothecarie Bring the strong poyson that I bought of him King Oh thou eternall mouer of the heauens Looke with a gentle eye vpon this Wretch Oh beate away the busie medling Fiend That layes strong siege vnto this wretches soule And from his bosome purge this blacke dispaire War See how the pangs of death do make him grin Sal. Disturbe him not let him passe peaceably King Peace to his soule if Gods good pleasure be Lord Card'nall if thou think'st on heauens blisse Hold vp thy hand make signall of thy hope He dies and makes no signe Oh God forgiue him War So bad a death argues a monstrous life King Forbeare to iudge for we are sinners all Close vp his eyes and draw the Curtaine close And let vs all to Meditation Exeunt Alarum Fight at Sea Ordnance goes off Enter Lieutenant Suffolke and others Lieu. The gaudy blabbing and remorsefull day Is crept into the bosome of the Sea And now loud houling Wolues arouse the Iades That dragge the Tragicke melancholy night Who with their drowsie slow and flagging wings Cleape dead-mens graues and from their misty Iawes Breath foule contagious darknesse in the ayre Therefore bring forth the Souldiers of our prize For whilst our Pinnace Anchors in the Downes Heere shall they make their ransome on the sand Or with their blood staine this discoloured shore Maister this Prisoner freely giue I thee And thou that art his Mate make boote of this The other Walter Whitmore is thy share 1. Gent. What is my ransome Master let me know Ma. A thousand Crownes or else lay down your head Mate And so much shall you giue or oft goes yours Lieu. What thinke you much to pay 2000. Crownes And beare the name and port of Gentlemen Cut both the Villaines throats for dy you shall The liues of those which we haue lost in fight Be counter-poys'd with such a pettie summe 1. Gent. I le giue it sir and therefore spare my life 2. Gent. And so will I and write home for it straight Whitm I lost mine eye in laying the prize aboord And therefore to reuenge it shalt thou dye And so should these if I might haue my will Lieu. Be not so rash take ransome let him liue Suf. Looke on my George I am a Gentleman Rate me at what thou wilt thou shalt be payed Whit. And so am I my name is Walter Whitmore How now why starts thou What doth death affright Suf. Thy name affrights me in whose sound is death A cunning man did calculate my birth And told me that by Water I should dye Yet let not this make thee be bloody-minded Thy name is Gualtier being rightly sounded Whit. Gualtier or Walter which it is I care not Neuer yet did base dishonour blurre our name But with our sword we wip'd away the blot Therefore when Merchant-like I sell reuenge Broke be my sword my Armes torne and defac'd And I proclaim'd a Coward through the world Suf. Stay Whitmore for thy Prisoner is a Prince The Duke of Suffolke William de la Pole Whit The Duke of Suffolke muffled vp in ragges Suf. I but these ragges are no part of the Duke Lieu. But Ioue was neuer slaine as thou shalt be Obscure and lowsie Swaine King Henries blood Suf. The honourable blood of Lancaster Must not be shed by such a iaded Groome Hast thou not kist thy hand and held my stirrop Bare-headed plodded by my foot-cloth Mule And thought thee happy when I shooke my head How often hast thou waited at my cup Fed from my Trencher kneel'd downe at the boord When I haue feasted with Queene Margaret Remember it and let it make thee Crest-falne I and alay this thy abortiue Pride How in our voyding Lobby hast thou stood And duly wayted for my comming forth This hand of mine hath writ in thy behalfe And therefore shall it charme thy riotous tongue Whit. Speak Captaine shall I stab the forlorn Swain Lieu. First let my words stab him as he hath me Suf. Base slaue thy words are blunt and so art thou Lieu. Conuey him hence and on our long boats side Strike off his head Suf. Thou dar'st not for thy owne Lieu. Poole Sir Poole Lord I kennell puddle sinke whose filth and dirt Troubles the siluer Spring where England drinkes Now will I dam vp this thy yawning mouth For swallowing the Treasure of the Realme Thy lips that kist the Queene shall sweepe the ground And thou that smil'dst at good Duke Humfries death Against the senselesse windes shall grin in vaine Who in contempt shall hisse at thee againe And wedded be thou to the Hagges of hell For daring to affye a mighty Lord Vnto the daughter of a worthlesse King Hauing neyther Subiect Wealth nor Diadem By diuellish policy art thou growne great And like ambitious Sylla ouer-gorg'd With gobbets of thy Mother-bleeding heart By thee Aniou and Maine were sold to France The false reuolting Normans thorough thee Disdaine to call vs Lord and Piccardie Hath slaine their Gouernors surpriz'd our Forts And sent the ragged Souldiers wounded home The Princely Warwicke and the Neuils all Whose dreadfull swords were neuer drawne in vaine As hating thee and rising vp in armes And now the House of Yorke thrust from the Crowne By shamefull murther of a guiltlesse King And lofty proud incroaching tyranny Burnes with reuenging fire whose hopefull colours Aduance our halfe-fac'd Sunne striuing to shine Vnder the which is writ Inuitis nubibus The Commons heere in Kent are vp in armes And to conclude Reproach and Beggerie Is crept into the Pallace of our King And all by thee away conuey him hence Suf. O that I were a God to shoot forth Thunder Vpon these paltry seruile abiect Drudges Small things make base men proud This Villaine heere Being Captaine of a Pinnace threatens more Then Bargulus the strong Illyrian Pyrate Drones sucke not Eagles blood but rob Bee-hiues It is impossible that I should dye By such a lowly Vassall as thy selfe Thy words moue Rage and not remorse in me I go of Message from the Queene to France I charge thee waft me safely crosse the Channell Lieu. Water W. Come Suffolke I must waft thee to thy death