Consenting to the safe-guard of your honor I thought your marriage fit else Imputation For that he knew you might reproach your life And choake your good to come For his Possessions Although by confutation they are ours We doe en-state and widow you with all To buy you a better husband Mar. Oh my deere Lord I craue no other nor no better man Duke Neuer craue him we are definitiue Mar. Gentle my Liege Duke You doe but loose your labour Away with him to death Now Sir to you Mar. Oh my good Lord sweet Isabell take my part Lend me your knees and all my life to come I 'll lend you all my life to doe you seruice Duke Against all sence you doe importune her Should she kneele downe in mercie of this fact Her Brothers ghost his paued bed would breake And take her hence in horror Mar. Isabell Sweet Isabel doe yet but kneele by me Hold vp your hands say nothing I 'll speake all They say best men are moulded out of faults And for the most become much more the better For being a little bad So may my husband Oh Isabel will you not lend a knee Duke He dies for Claudio's death Isab Most bounteous Sir Looke if it please you on this man condemn'd As if my Brother liu'd I partly thinke A due sinceritie gouerned his deedes Till he did looke on me Since it is so Let him not die my Brother had but Iustice In that he did the thing for which he dide For Angelo his Act did not ore-take his bad intent And must be buried but as an intent That perish'd by the way thoughts are no subiects Intents but meerely thoughts Mar. Meerely my Lord. Duk. Your suite's vnprofitable stand vp I say I haue bethought me of another fault Prouost how came it Claudio was beheaded At an vnusuall howre Pro. It was commanded so Duke Had you a speciall warrant for the deed Pro. No my good Lord it was by priuate message Duk. For which I doe discharge you of your office Giue vp your keyes Pro. Pardon me noble Lord I thought it was a fault but knew it not Yet did repent me after more aduice For testimony whereof one in the prison That should by priuate order else haue dide I haue reseru'd aliue Duk. What 's he Pro. His name is Barnardine Duke I would thou hadst done so by Claudio Goe fetch him hither let me looke vpon him Esc I am sorry one so learned and so wise As you Lord Angelo haue stil appear'd Should slip so grosselie both in the heat of bloud And lacke of temper'd iudgement afterward Ang. I am sorrie that such sorrow I procure And so deepe sticks it in my penitent heart That I craue death more willingly then mercy 'T is my deseruing and I doe entreat it Enter Barnardine and Prouost Claudio Iulietta Duke Which is that Barnardine Pro. This my Lord. Duke There was a Friar told me of this man Sirha thou art said to haue a stubborne soule That apprehends no further then this world And squar'st thy life according Thou' rt condemn'd But for those earthly faults I quit them all And pray thee take this mercie to prouide For better times to come Frier aduise him I leaue him to your hand What muffeld fellow 's that Pro. This is another prisoner that I sau'd Who should haue di'd when Claudio lost his head As like almost to Claudio as himselfe Duke If he be like your brother for his sake Is he pardon'd and for your louelie sake Giue me your hand and say you will be mine He is my brother too But fitter time for that By this Lord Angelo perceiues he 's safe Methinkes I see a quickning in his eye Well Angelo your euill quits you well Looke that you loue your wife her worth worth yours I finde an apt remission in my selfe And yet heere 's one in place I cannot pardon You sirha that knew me for a foole a Coward One all of Luxurie an asse a mad man Wherein haue I so deseru'd of you That you extoll me thus Luc. Faith my Lord I spoke it but according to the trick if you will hang me for it you may but I had rather it would please you I might be whipt Duke Whipt first sir and hang'd after Proclaime it Prouost round about the Citie If any woman wrong'd by this lewd fellow As I haue heard him sweare himselfe there 's one whom he begot with childe let her appeare And he shall marry her the nuptiall finish'd Let him be whipt and hang'd Luc. I beseech your Highnesse doe not marry me to a Whore your Highnesse said euen now I made you a Duke good my Lord do not recompence me in making me a Cuckold Duke Vpon mine honor thou shalt marrie her Thy slanders I forgiue and therewithall Remit thy other forfeits take him to prison And see our pleasure herein executed Luc. Marrying a punke my Lord is pressing to death Whipping and hanging Duke Slandering a Prince deserues it She Claudio that you wrong'd looke you restore Ioy to you Mariana loue her Angelo I haue confes'd her and I know her vertue Thanks good friend Escalus for thy much goodnesse There 's more behinde that is more gratulate Thanks Prouost for thy care and secrecie We shall imploy thee in a worthier place Forgiue him Angelo that brought you home The head of Ragozine for Claudio's Th' offence pardons it selfe Deere Isabell I haue a motion much imports your good Whereto if you 'll a willing eare incline What 's mine is yours and what is yours is mine So bring vs to our Pallace where wee 'll show What 's yet behinde that meete you all should know The Scene Vienna The names of all the Actors Vincentio the Duke Angelo the Deputie Escalus an ancient Lord. Claudio a yong Gentleman Lucio a fantastique 2. Other like Gentlemen Prouost Thomas 2. Friers Peter 2. Friers Elbow a simple Constable Froth a foolish Gentleman Clowne Abhorson an Executioner Barnardine a dissolute prisoner Isabella sister to Claudio Mariana betrothed to Angelo Iuliet beloued of Claudio Francisca a Nun. Mistris Ouer-don a Bawd FINIS The Comedie of Errors Actus primus Scena prima Enter the Duke of Ephesus with the Merchant of Siracusa Iaylor and other attendants Marchant PRoceed Solinus to procure my fall And by the doome of death end woes and all Duke Merchant of Siracusa plead no more I am not partiall to infringe our Lawes The enmity and discord which of late Sprung from the rancorous outrage of your Duke To Merchants our well-dealing Countrimen Who wanting gilders to redeeme their liues Haue seal'd his rigorous statutes with their blouds Excludes all pitty from our threatning lookes For since the mortall and intestine iarres Twixt thy seditious Countrimen and vs It hath in solemne Synodes beene decreed Both by the Siracusians and our selues To admit no trafficke to our aduerse townes Nay more if any borne at Ephesus Be seene at any Siracusian Marts and Fayres
approoued meanes I haue With wholsome sirrups drugges and holy prayers To make of him a formall man againe It is a branch and parcell of mine oath A charitable dutie of my order Therefore depart and leaue him heere with me Adr. I will not hence and leaue my husband heere And ill it doth beseeme your holinesse To separate the husband and the wife Ab. Be quiet and depart thou shalt not haue him Luc. Complaine vnto the Duke of this indignity Adr. Come go I will fall prostrate at his feete And neuer rise vntill my teares and prayers Haue won his grace to come in person hither And take perforce my husband from the Abbesse Mar. By this I thinke the Diall points at fiue Anon I' me sure the Duke himselfe in person Comes this way to the melancholly vale The place of depth and sorrie execution Behinde the ditches of the Abbey heere Gold Vpon what cause Mar. To see a reuerent Siracusian Merchant Who put vnluckily into this Bay Against the Lawes and Statutes of this Towne Beheaded publikely for his offence Gold See where they come we wil behold his death Luc. Kneele to the Duke before he passe the Abbey Enter the Duke of Ephesus and the Merchant of Siracuse bare head with the Headsman other Officers Duke Yet once againe proclaime it publikely If any friend will pay the summe for him He shall not die so much we tender him Adr. Iustice most sacred Duke against the Abbesse Duke She is a vertuous and a reuerend Lady It cannot be that she hath done thee wrong Adr. May it please your Grace Antipholus my husbaÌ„d Who I made Lord of me and all I had At your important Letters this ill day A most outragious fit of madnesse tooke him That desp'rately he hurried through the streete With him his bondman all as mad as he Doing displeasure to the Citizens By rushing in their houses bearing thence Rings Iewels any thing his rage did like Once did I get him bound and sent him home Whil'st to take order for the wrongs I went That heere and there his furie had committed Anon I wot not by what strong escape He broke from those that had the guard of him And with his mad attendant and himselfe Each one with irefull passion with drawne swords Met vs againe and madly bent on vs Chac'd vs away till raising of more aide We came againe to binde them then they fled Into this Abbey whether we pursu'd them And heere the Abbesse shuts the gates on vs And will not suffer vs to fetch him out Nor send him forth that we may beare him hence Therefore most gracious Duke with thy command Let him be brought forth and borne hence for helpe Duke Long since thy husband seru'd me in my wars And I to thee ingag'd a Princes word When thou didst make him Master of thy bed To do him all the grace and good I could Go some of you knocke at the Abbey gate And bid the Lady Abbesse come to me I will determine this before I stirre Enter a Messenger Oh Mistris Mistris shift and saue your selfe My Master and his man are both broke loose Beaten the Maids a-row and bound the Doctor Whose beard they haue sindg'd off with brands of fire And euer as it blaz'd they threw on him Great pailes of puddled myre to quench the haire My M r preaches patience to him and the while His man with Cizers nickes him like a foole And sure vnlesse you send some present helpe Betweene them they will kill the Coniurer Adr. Peace foole thy Master and his man are here And that is false thou dost report to vs. Mess Mistris vpon my life I tel you true I haue not breath'd almost since I did see it He cries for you and vowes if he can take you To scorch your face and to disfigure you Cry within Harke harke I heare him Mistris flie be gone Duke Come stand by me feare nothing guard with Halberds Adr. Ay me it is my husband witnesse you That he is borne about inuisible Euen now we hous'd him in the Abbey heere And now he 's there past thought of humane reason Enter Antipholus and E. Dromio of Ephesus E. Ant. Iustice most gracious Duke oh grant me iustice Euen for the seruice that long since I did thee When I beâ—rid thee in the warres and tooke Deepe scarres to saue thy life euen for the blood That then I lost for thee now grant me iustice Mar. Fat Vnlesse the feare of death doth make me dore I see my sonne Antipholus and Dromio E. Ant. Iustice sweet Prince against y t Woman there She whom thou gau'st to me to be my wife That hath abused and dishonored me Euen in the strength and height of iniurie Beyond imagination is the wrong That she this day hath shamelesse throwne on me Duke Discouer how and thou shalt finde me iust E. Ant. This day great Duke she shut the doores vpon me While she with Harlots feasted in my house Duke A greeuous fault say woman didst thou so Adr. No my good Lord. My selfe he and my sister To day did dine together so befall my soule As this is false he burthens me withall Luc. Nere may I looke on day nor sleepe on night But she tels to your Highnesse simple truth Gold O periur'd woman They are both forsworne In this the Madman iustly chargeth them E. Ant. My Liege I am aduised what I say Neither disturbed with the effect of Wine Nor headie-rash prouoak'd with raging ire Albeit my wrongs might make one wiser mad This woman lock'd me out this day from dinner That Goldsmith there were he not pack'd with her Could witnesse it for he was with me then Who parted with me to go fetch a Chaine Promising to bring it to the Porpentine Where Balthasar and I did dine together Our dinner done and he not comming thither I went to seeke him In the street I met him And in his companie that Gentleman There did this periur'd Goldsmith sweare me downe That I this day of him receiu'd the Chaine Which God he knowes I saw not For the which He did arrest me with an Officer I did obey and sent my Pesant home For certaine Duckets he with none return'd Then fairely I bespoke the Officer To go in person with me to my house By ' th ' way we met my wife her sister and a rabble more Of vilde Confederates Along with them They brought one Pinch a hungry leane-fac'd Villaine A meere Anatomie a Mountebanke A thred-bare Iugler and a Fortune-teller A needy-hollow-ey'd-sharpe-looking-wretch A liuing dead man This pernicious slaue Forsooth tooke on him as a Coniurer And gazing in mine eyes feeling my pulse And with no-face as 't were out-facing me Cries out I was possest Then altogether They fell vpon me bound me bore me thence And in a darke and dankish vault at home There left me and my man both bound together Till gnawing with my teeth my bonds in sunder
Piramus and Thisbie Did whisper often very secretly This loame this rough-cast and this stone doth shew That I am that same Wall the truth is so And this the cranny is right and sinister Through which the fearefull Louers are to whisper Thes Would you desire Lime and Haire to speake better Deme. It is the vvittiest partition that euer I heard discourse my Lord. Thes Pyramus drawes neere the Wall silence Enter Pyramus Pir. O grim lookt night ô night with hue so blacke O night which euer art when day is not O night ô night alacke alacke alacke I feare my Thisbies promise is forgot And thou ô vvall thou sweet and louely vvall That stands betweene her fathers ground and mine Thou vvall ô vvall ô sweet and louely vvall Shew me thy chinke to blinke through vvith mine eine Thankes courteous vvall Ioue shield thee vvell for this But vvhat see I No Thisbie doe I see O vvicked vvall through vvhom I see no blisse Curst be thy stones for thus deceiuing mee Thes The vvall me-thinkes being sensible should curse againe Pir. No in truth sir he should not Deceiuing me Is Thisbies cue she is to enter and I am to spy Her through the vvall You shall see it vvill fall Enter Thisbie Pat as I told you yonder she comes This O vvall full often hast thou heard my mones For parting my faire Piramus and me My cherry lips haue often kist thy stones Thy stones vvith Lime and Haire knit vp in thee Pyra I see a voyce now vvill I to the chinke To spy and I can heare my Thisbies face Thisbie This My Loue thou art my Loue I thinke Pir. Thinke vvhat thou vvilt I am thy Louers grace And like Limander am I trusty still This And like Helen till the Fates me kill Pir. Not Shafalus to Procrus was so true This As Shafalus to Procrus I to you Pir. O kisse me through the hole of this vile wall This I kisse the wals hole not your lips at all Pir. Wilt thou at Ninnies tombe meete me straight way This Tide life tide death I come without delay Wall Thus haue I Wall my part discharged so And being done thus Wall away doth go Exit Clow. Du. Now is the morall downe betweene the two Neighbors Dem. No remedie my Lord when Wals are so wilfull to heare without vvarning Dut. This is the silliest stuffe that ere I heard Du. The best in this kind are but shadowes and the worst are no worse if imagination amend them Dut. It must be your imagination then not theirs Duk. If wee imagine no worse of them then they of themselues they may passe for excellent men Here com two noble beasts in a man and a Lion Enter Lyon and Moone-shine Lyon You Ladies you whose gentle harts do feare The smallest monstrous mouse that creepes on floore May now perchance both quake and tremble heere When Lion rough in wildest rage doth roare Then know that I one Snug the Ioyner am A Lion fell nor else no Lions dam For if I should as Lion come in strife Into this place 't were pittie of my life Du. A verie gentle beast and of a good conscience Dem. The verie best at a beast my Lord y t ere I saw Lis This Lion is a verie Fox for his valor Du. True and a Goose for his discretion Dem. Not so my Lord for his valor cannot carrie his discretion and the Fox carries the Goose Du. His discretion I am sure cannot carrie his valor for the Goose carries not the Fox It is well leaue it to his discretion and let vs hearken to the Moone Moon This Lanthorne doth the horned Moone present De. He should haue worne the hornes on his head Du. Hee is no crescent and his hornes are inuisible within the circumference Moon This lanthorne doth the horned Moone present My selfe the man i' th Moone doth seeme to be Du. This is the greatest error of all the rest the man should be put into the Lanthorne How is it els the man i' th Moone Dem. He dares not come there for the candle For you see it is already in snuffe Dut. I am vvearie of this Moone vvould he would change Du. It appeares by his smal light of discretion that he is in the wane but yet in courtesie in all reason vve must stay the time Lys Proceed Moone Moon All that I haue to say is to tell you that the Lanthorne is the Moone I the man in the Moone this thorne bush my thorne bush and this dog my dog Dem. Why all these should be in the Lanthorne for they are in the Moone But silence heere comes Thisby Enter Thisby This This is old Ninnies tombe where is my loue Lyon Oh. The Lion roares Thisby runs off Dem. Well roar'd Lion Du. Well run Thisby Dut. Well shone Moone Truly the Moone shines with a good grace Du. Wel mouz'd Lion Dem. And then came Piramus Lys And so the Lion vanisht Enter Piramus Pyr. Sweet Moone I thank thee for thy sunny beames I thanke thee Moone for shining now so bright For by thy gracious golden glittering beames I trust to taste of truest Thisbies sight But stay O spight but marke poore Knight What dreadful dole is heere Eyes do you see How can it be O dainty Ducke O Deere Thy mantle good what staind with blood Approch you Furies fell O Fates come come Cut thred and thrum Quaile crush conclude and quell Du. This passion and the death of a deare friend Would go neere to make a man looke sad Dut. Beshrew my heart but I pittie the man Pir. O wherefore Nature did'st thou Lions frame Since Lion vilde hath heere deflour'd my deere Which is no no which was the fairest Dame That liu'd that lou'd that lik'd that look'd with cheere Come teares confound Out sword and wound The pap of Piramus I that left pap where heart doth hop Thus dye I thus thus thus Now am I dead now am I fled my soule is in the sky Tongue lose thy light Moone take thy flight Now dye dye dye dye dye Dem. No Die but an ace for him for he is but one Lis Lesse then an ace man For he is dead he is nothing Du. With the helpe of a Surgeon he might yet recouer and proue an Asse Dut. How chance Moone-shine is gone before Thisby comes backe and findes her Louer Enter Thisby Duke She wil finde him by starre-light Heere she comes and her passion ends the play Dut. Me thinkes shee should not vse a long one for such a Piramus I hope she will be breefe Dem. A Moth wil turne the ballance which Piramus which Thisby is the better Lys She hath spyed him already with those sweete eyes Dem. And thus she meanes videlicit This. Asleepe my Loue What dead my Doue O Piramus arise Speake Speake Quite dumbe Dead dead A tombe Must couer thy sweet eyes These Lilly Lips this cherry nose These yellow Cowslip cheekes Are gone are gone Louers
Frenchman what his reputation is with the Duke what his valour honestie and expertnesse in warres or whether he thinkes it were not possible with well-waighing summes of gold to corrupt him to a reuolt What say you to this What do you know of it Par. I beseech you let me answer to the particular of the intergatories Demand them singly Int Do you know this Captaine Dumaine Par. I know him a was a Botchers Prentize in Paris from whence he was whipt for getting the Shrieues fool with childe a dumbe innocent that could not say him nay Ber. Nay by your leaue hold your hands though I know his braines are forfeite to the next tile that fals Int. Well is this Captaine in the Duke of Florences campe Par. Vpon my knowledge he is and lowsie Cay G. Nay looke not so vpon me we shall heare of your Lord anon Int. What is his reputation with the Duke Par. The Duke knowes him for no other but a poore Officer of mine and writ to mee this other day to turne him out a' th band I thinke I haue his Letter in my pocket Int. Marry we 'll search Par. In good sadnesse I do not know either it is there or it is vpon a file with the Dukes other Letters in my Tent. Int. Heere 't is heere 's a paper shall I reade it to you Par. I do not know if it be it or no. Ber. Our Interpreter do's it well Cap. G. Excellently Int. Dian the Counts a foole and full of gold Par. That is not the Dukes letter sir that is an aduertisement to a proper maide in Florence one Diana to take heede of the allurement of one Count Rossillion a foolish idle boy but for all that very ruttish I pray you sir put it vp againe Int. Nay I le reade it first by your fauour Par. My meaning in 't I protest was very honest in the behalfe of the maid for I knew the young Count to be a dangerous and lasciuious boy who is a whale to Virginity and deuours vp all the fry it finds Ber. Damnable both-sides rogue Int Let. When he sweares oathes hid him drop gold and take it After he scores he neuer payes the score Halfe won is match well made match and well make it He nere payes after debts take it before And say a souldier Dian told thee this Men are to mell with boyes are not to kis For count of this the Counts a Foolâ— I know it Who payes before but not when he does owe it Thine as he vow'd to thee in thine eare Parolles Ber. He shall be whipt through the Armie with this rime in 's forehead Cap. E. This is your deuoted friend sir the manifold Linguist and the army-potent souldier Ber. I could endure any thing before but a Cat and now he 's a Cat to me Int. I perceiue sir by your Generals lookes wee shall be faine to hang you Par. My life sir in any case Not that I am afraide to dye but that my offences beeing many I would repent out the remainder of Nature Let me liue sir in a dungeon i' th stockes or any where so I may liue Int. Wee 'le see what may bee done so you confesse freely therefore once more to this Captaine Dumaine you haue answer'd to his reputation with the Duke and to his valour What is his honestie Par. He will steale sir an Egge out of a Cloister for rapes and rauishments he paralels Nessus Hee professes not keeping of oaths in breaking em he is stronger then Hercules He will lye sir with such volubilitie that you would thinke truth were a foole drunkennesse is his best vertue for he will be swine-drunke and in his sleepe he does little harme saue to his bed-cloathes about him but they know his conditions and lay him in straw I haue but little more to say sir of his honesty he ha's euerie thing that an honest man should not haue what an honest man should haue he has nothing Cap. G. I begin to loue him for this Ber. For this description of thine honestie A pox vpon him for me he 's more and more a Cat. Int. What say you to his expertnesse in warre Par. Faith sir ha's led the drumme before the English Tragedians to belye him I will not and more of his souldiership I know not except in that Country he had the honour to be the Officer at a place there called Mile-end to instruct for the doubling of files I would doe the man what honour I can but of this I am not certaine Cap. G. He hath out-villain'd villanie so farre that the raritie redeemes him Ber. A pox on him he 's a Cat still Int. His qualities being at this poore price I neede not to aske you if Gold will corrupt him to reuolt Par. Sir for a Cardceue he will sell the fee-simple of his saluation the inheritance of it and cut th' intaile from all remainders and a perpetuall succession for it perpetually Int. What 's his Brother the other Captain Dumain Cap. E. Why do's he aske him of me Int. What 's he Par. E'ne a Crow a' th same nest not altogether so great as the first in goodnesse but greater a great deale in euill He excels his Brother for a coward yet his Brother is reputed one of the best that is In a retreate hee out-runnes any Lackey marrie in comming on hee ha's the Crampe Int. If your life be saued will you vndertake to betray the Florentine Par. I and the Captaine of his horse Count Rossillion Int. I le whisper with the Generall and knowe his pleasure Par. I le no more drumming a plague of all drummes onely to seeme to deserue well and to beguile the supposition o' that lasciuious yong boy the Count haue I run into this danger yet who would haue suspected an ambush where I was taken Int. There is no remedy sir but you must dye the Generall sayes you that haue so traitorously discouerd the secrets of your army and made such pestifferous reports of men very nobly held can serue the world for no honest vse therefore you must dye Come headesman off with his head Par. O Lord sir let me liue or let me see my death Int. That shall you and take your leaue of all your friends So looke about you know you any heere Count. Good morrow noble Captaine Lo. E. God blesse you Captaine Parolles Cap. G. God saue you noble Captaine Lo. E. Captain what greeting will you to my Lord Lafew I am for France Cap. G. Good Captaine will you giue me a Copy of the sonnet you writ to Diana in behalfe of the Count Rossillion and I were not a verie Coward I 'de compell it of you but far you well Exeunt Int. You are vndone Captaine all but your scarfe that has a knot on 't yet Par. Who cannot be crush'd with a plot Inter. If you could finde out a Countrie where but women were that had receiued so much shame you
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
with them Nay stay not to expostulate make speed Or else come after I le away before Hen. Nay take me with thee good sweet Exeter Not that I feare to stay but loue to go Whether the Queene intends Forward away Exeunt A lowd alarum Enter Clifford Wounded Clif. Heere burnes my Candle out I heere it dies Which whiles it lasted gaue King Henry light O Lancaster I feare thy ouerthrow More then my Bodies parting with my Soule My Loue and Feare glew'd many Friends to thee And now I fall Thy tough Commixtures melts Impairing Henry strength'ning misproud Yorke And whether flye the Gnats but to the Sunne And who shines now but Henries Enemies O Phoebus had'st thou neuer giuen consent That Phaeton should checke thy fiery Steeds Thy burning Carre neuer had scorch'd the earth And Henry had'st thou sway'd as Kings should do Or as thy Father and his Father did Giuing no ground vnto the house of Yorke They neuer then had sprung like Sommer Flyes I and ten thousand in this lucklesse Realme Hed left no mourning Widdowes for our death And thou this day had'st kept thy Chaire in peace For what doth cherrish Weeds but gentle ayre And what makes Robbers bold but too much lenity Bootlesse are Plaints and Curelesse are my Wounds No way to flye nor strength to hold out flight The Foe is mercilesse and will not pitty For at their hands I haue deseru'd no pitty The ayre hath got into my deadly Wounds And much effuse of blood doth make me faint Come Yorke and Richard Warwicke and the rest I stab'd your Fathers bosomes Split my brest Alarum Retreat Enter Edward Warwicke Richard and Soldiers Montague Clarence Ed. Now breath we Lords good fortune bids vs pause And smooth the frownes of War with peacefull lookes Some Troopes pursue the bloody-minded Queene That led calme Henry though he were a King As doth a Saile fill'd with a fretting Gust Command an Argosie to stemme the Waues But thinke you Lords that Clifford fled with them War No 't is impossible he should escape For though before his face I speake the words Your Brother Richard markt him for the Graue And wheresoere he is hee 's surely dead Clifford grones Rich. Whose soule is that which takes hir heauy leaue A deadly grone like life and deaths departing See who it is Ed. And now the Battailes ended If Friend or Foe let him be gently vsed Rich. Reuoke that doome of mercy for 't is Clifford Who not contented that he lopp'd the Branch In hewing Rutland when his leaues put forth But set his murth'ring knife vnto the Roote From whence that tender spray did sweetly spring I meane our Princely Father Duke of Yorke War From off the gates of Yorke fetch down y e head Your Fathers head which Clifford placed there In stead whereof let this supply the roome Measure for measure must be answered Ed. Bring forth that fatall Schreechowle to our house That nothing sung but death to vs and ours Now death shall stop his dismall threatning sound And his ill-boading tongue no more shall speake War I thinke is vnderstanding is bereft Speake Clifford dost thou know who speakes to thee Darke cloudy death ore-shades his beames of life And he nor sees nor heares vs what we say Rich. O would he did and so perhaps he doth 'T is but his policy to counterfet Because he would auoid such bitter taunts Which in the time of death he gaue our Father Cla If so thou think'st Vex him with eager Words Rich. Clifford aske mercy and obtaine no grace Ed. Clifford repent in bootlesse penitence War Clifford deuise excuses for thy faults Cla. While we deuise fell Tortures for thy faults Rich. Thou didd'st loue Yorke and I am son to Yorke Edw. Thou pittied'st Rutland I will pitty thee Cla. Where 's Captaine Margaret to fence you now War They mocke thee Clifford Sweare as thou was 't wont Ric. What not an Oath Nay then the world go's hard When Clifford cannot spare his Friends an oath I know by that he 's dead and by my Soule If this right hand would buy two houres life That I in all despight might rayle at him This hand should chop it off with the issuing Blood Stifle the Villaine whose vnstanched thirst Yorke and yong Rutland could not satisfie War I but he 's dead Of with the Traitors head And reare it in the place your Fathers stands And now to London with Triumphant march There to be crowned Englands Royall King From whence shall Warwicke cut the Sea to France And aske the Ladie Bona for thy Queene So shalt thou sinow both these Lands together And hauing France thy Friend thou shalt not dread The scattred Foe that hopes to rise againe For though they cannot greatly sting to hurt Yet looke to haue them buz to offend thine eares First will I see the Coronation And then to Britanny I le crosse the Sea To effect this marriage so it please my Lord. Ed. Euen as thou wilt sweet Warwicke let it bee For in thy shoulder do I builde my Seate And neuer will I vndertake the thing Wherein thy counsaile and consent is wanting Richard I will create thee Duke of Gloucester And George of Clarence Warwicke as our Selfe Shall do and vndo as him pleaseth best Rich. Let me be Duke of Clarence George of Gloster For Glosters Dukedome is too ominous War Tut that 's a foolish obseruation Richard be Duke of Gloster Now to London To see these Honors in possession Exeunt Enter Sinklo and Humfrey with Crosse-bowes in their hands Sink Vnder this thicke growne brake wee 'l shrowd our selues For through this Laund anon the Deere will come And in this couert will we make our Stand Culling the principall of all the Deere Hum. I le stay aboue the hill so both may shoot Sink That cannot be the noise of thy Crosse-bow Will scarre the Heard and so my shoot is lost Heere stand we both and ayme we at the best And for the time shall not seeme tedious I le tell thee what befell me on a day In this selfe-place where now we meane to stand Sink Heere comes a man let 's stay till he be past Enter the King with a Prayer booke Hen. From Scotland am I stolne euen of pure loue To greet mine owne Land with my wishfull sight No Harry Harry 't is no Land of thine Thy place is fill'd thy Scepter wrung from thee Thy Balme washt off wherewith thou was Annointed No bending knee will call thee Caesar now No humble suters prease to speake for right No not a man comes for redresse of thee For how can I helpe them and not my selfe Sink I heere 's a Deere whose skin 's a Keepers Fee This is the quondam King Let 's seize vpon him Hen. Let me embrace the sower Aduersaries For Wise men say it is the wisest course Hum. Why linger we Let vs lay hands vpon him Sink Forbeare a-while wee 'l heare a little
pittie I could helpe Please you walke in my Lords Exeunt Enter Pandarus and Cressid Pan. Be moderate be moderate Cres Why tell you me of moderation The griefe is fine full perfect that I taste And no lesse in a sense as strong As that which causeth it How can I moderate it If I could temporise with my affection Or brew it to a weake and colder pallat The like alaiment could I giue my griefe My loue admits no qualifying crosse Enter Troylus No more my griefe in such a precious losse Pan. Here here here he comes a sweet ducke Cres O Troylus Troylus Pan. What a paire of spectacles is here let me embrace too oh hart as the goodly saying is O heart heauie heart why sighest thou without breaking where he answers againe because thou canst not ease thy smart by friendship nor by speaking there was neuer a truer rime let vs cast away nothing for we may liue to haue neede of such a Verse we see it we see it how now Lambs Troy Cressid I loue thee in so strange a puritie That the blest gods as angry with my fancie More bright in zeale then the deuotion which Cold lips blow to their Deities take thee from me Cres Haue the gods enuie Pan. I I I I 't is too plaine a case Cres And is it true that I must goe from Troy Troy A hatefull truth Cres What and from Troylus too Troy From Troy and Troylus Cres I st possible Troy And sodainely where iniurie of chance Puts backe leaue-taking iustles roughly by All time of pause rudely beguiles our lips Of all reioyndure forcibly preuents Our lockt embrasures strangles our deare vowes Euen in the birth of our owne laboring breath We two that with so many thousand sighes Did buy each other must poorely sell our selues With the rude breuitie and discharge of our Iniurious time now with a robbers haste Crams his rich theeuerie vp he knowes not how As many farwels as be stars in heauen With distinct breath and consign'd kisses to them He fumbles vp into a loose adiew And scants vs with a single famisht kisse Distasting with the salt of broken teares Enter Aeneus Aeneus within My Lord is the Lady ready Troy Harke you are call'd some say the genius so Cries come to him that instantly must dye Bid them haue patience she shall come anon Pan. Where are my teares raine to lay this winde or my heart will be blowne vp by the root Cres I must then to the Grecians Troy No remedy Cres A wofull Cressid ' mong'st the merry Greekes Troy When shall we see againe Troy Here me my loue be thou but true of heart Cres I true how now what wicked deeme is this Troy Nay we must vse expostulation kindely For it is parting from vs I speake not be thou true as fearing thee For I will throw my Gloue to death himselfe That there 's no maculation in thy heart But be thou true say I to fashion in My sequent protestation be thou true And I will see thee Cres O you shall be expos'd my Lord to dangers As infinite as imminent but I le be true Troy And I le grow friend with danger Weare this Sleeue Cres And you this Gloue When shall I see you Troy I will corrupt the Grecian Centinels To giue thee nightly visitation But yet be true Cres O heauens be true againe Troy Heare why I speake it Loue The Grecian youths are full of qualitie Their louing well compos'd with guift of nature Flawing and swelling ore with Arts and exercise How nouelties may moue and parts with person Alas a kinde of godly iealousie Which I beseech you call a vertuous sinne Makes me affraid Cres O heauens you loue me not Troy Dye I a villaine then In this I doe not call your faith in question So mainely as my merit I cannot sing Nor heele the high Lauolt nor sweeten talke Nor play at subtill games faire vertues all To which the Grecians are most prompt and pregnant But I can tell that in each grace of these There lurkes a still and dumb-discoursiue diuell That tempts most cunningly but be not tempted Cres Doe you thinke I will Troy No but something may be done that we wil not And sometimes we are diuels to our selues When we will tempt the frailtie of our powers Presuming on their changefull potencie Aeneas within Nay good my Lord Troy Come kisse and let vs part Paris within Brother Troylus Troy Good brother come you hither And bring Aeneas and the Grecian with you Cres My Lord will you be true Exit Troy Who I alas it is my vice my fault Whiles others fish with craft for great opinion I with great truth catch meere simplicitie Whil'st some with cunning guild their copper crownes With truth and plainnesse I doe weare mine bare Enter the Greekes Feare not my truth the morrall of my wit Is plaine and true ther 's all the reach of it Welcome sir Diomed here is the Lady Which for Antenor we deliuer you At the port Lord I le giue her to thy hand And by the way possesse thee what she is Entreate her faire and by my soule faire Greeke If ere thou stand at mercy of my Sword Name Cressid and thy life shall be as safe As Priam is in Illion Diom. Faire Lady Cressid So please you saue the thankes this Prince expects The lustre in your eye heauen in your cheeke Pleades your faire visage and to Diomed You shall be mistresse and command him wholly Troy Grecian thou do'st not vse me curteously To shame the seale of my petition towards I praising her I tell thee Lord of Greece Shee is as farre high soaring o're thy praises As thou vnworthy to be cal'd her seruant I charge thee vse her well euen for my charge For by the dreadfull Pluto if thou do'st not Though the great bulke Achilles be thy guard I le cut thy throate Diom. Oh be not mou'd Prince Troylus Let me be priuiledg'd by my place and message To be a speaker free when I am hence I le answer to my lust and know my Lord I le nothing doe on charge to her owne worth She shall be priz'd but that you say be 't so I le speake it in my spirit and honor no. Troy Come to the Port. I le tell thee Diomed This braue shall oft make thee to hide thy head Lady giue me your hand and as we walke To our owne selues bend we our needefull talke Sound Trumpet Par. Harke Hectors Trumpet Aene. How haue we spent this morning The Prince must thinke me tardy and remisse That swore to ride before him in the field Par. 'T is Troylus fault come come to field with him Exeunt Dio. Let vs make ready straight Aene. Yea with a Bridegroomes fresh alacritie Let vs addresse to tend on Hectors heeles The glory of our Troy doth this day lye On his faire worth and single Chiualrie Enter Aiax armed Achilles Patroclus Agamemnon
The issue is embracement Aiax farewell Aia. If I might in entreaties finde successe As seld I haue the chance I would desire My famous Cousin to our Grecian Tents Diom. 'T is Agamemnons wish and great Achilles Doth long to see vnarm'd the valiant Hector Hect. Aeneas call my brother Troylus to me And signifie this louing enterview To the expecters of our Troian part Desire them home Giue me thy hand my Cousin I will goe eate with thee and see your Knights Enter Agamemnon and the rest Aia. Great Agamemnon comes to meete vs here Hect. The worthiest of them tell me name by name But for Achilles mine owne serching eyes Shall finde him by his large and portly size Aga. Worthy of Armes as welcome as to one That would be rid of such an enemie But that 's no welcome vnderstand more cleere What 's past and what 's to come is strew'd with huskes And formelesse ruine of obliuion But in this extant moment faith and troth Strain'd purely from all hollow bias drawing Bids thee with most diuine integritie From heart of very heart great Hector welcome Hect. I thanke thee most imperious Agamemnon Aga. My well-fam'd Lord of Troy no lesse to you Men. Let me confirme my Princely brothers greeting You brace of warlike Brothers welcome hither Hect. Who must we answer Aene. The Noble Menelaus Hect. O you my Lord by Mars his gauntlet thanks Mocke not that I affect th' vntraded Oath Your quondam wife sweares still by Venus Gloue Shee 's well but bad me not commend her to you Men. Name her not now sir she 's a deadly Theame Hect. O pardon I offend Nest I haue thou gallant Troyan seene thee oft Labouring for destiny make cruell way Through rankes of Greekish youth and I haue seen thee As hot as Perseus spurre thy Phrygian Steed And seene thee scorning forfeits and subduments When thou hast hung thy aduanced sword i' th' ayre Not letting it decline on the declined That I haue said vnto my standers by Loe Iupiter is yonder dealing life And I haue seene thee pause and take thy breath When that a ring of Greekes haue hem'd thee in Like an Olympian wrestling This haue I seene But this thy countenance still lockt in steele I neuer saw till now I knew thy Grandsire And once fought with him he was a Souldier good But by great Mars the Captaine of vs all Neuer like thee Let an oldman embrace thee And worthy Warriour welcome to our Tents Aene. 'T is the old Nestor Hect. Let me embrace thee good old Chronicle That hast so long walk'd hand in hand with time Most reuerend Nestor I am glad to claspe thee Ne. I would my armes could match thee in contention As they contend with thee in courtesie Hect. I would they could Nest Ha by this white beard I 'ld fight with thee to morrow Well welcom welcome I haue seen the time Vlys I wonder now how yonder City stands When we haue heere her Base and pillar by vs. Hect. I know your fauour Lord Vlysses well Ah sir there 's many a Greeke and Troyan dead Since first I saw your selfe and Diomed In Illion on your Greekish Embassie Vlys Sir I foretold you then what would ensue My prophesie is but halfe his iourney yet For yonder wals that pertly front your Towne Yond Towers whose wanton tops do busse the clouds Must kisse their owne feet Hect. I must not beleeue you There they stand yet and modestly I thinke The fall of euery Phrygian stone will cost A drop of Grecian blood the end crownes all And that old common Arbitrator Time Will one day end it Vlys So to him we leaue it Most gentle and most valiant Hector welcome After the Generall I beseech you next To Feast with me and see me at my Tent. Achil. I shall forestall thee Lord Vlysses thou Now Hector I haue fed mine eyes on thee I haue with exact view perus'd thee Hector And quoted ioynt by ioynt Hect. Is this Achilles Achil. I am Achilles Hect. Stand faire I prythee let me looke on thee Achil. Behold thy fill Hect. Nay I haue done already Achil. Thou art to breefe I will the second time As I would buy thee view thee limbe by limbe Hect. O like a Booke of sport thou 'lt reade me ore But there 's more in me then thou vnderstand'st Why doest thou so oppresse me with thine eye Achil. Tell me you Heauens in which part of his body Shall I destroy him Whether there or there or there That I may giue the locall wound a name And make distinct the very breach where-out Hectors great spirit flâ—w Answer me heauens Hect. It would discredit the blest Gods proud man To answer such a question Stand againe Think'st thou to catch my life so pleasantly As to prenominate in nice coniecture Where thou wilt hit me dead Achil. I tell thee yea Hect. Wert thou the Oracle to tell me so I 'ld not beleeue thee henceforth guard thee well For I le not kill thee there nor there nor there But by the forge that stythied Mars his helme I le kill thee euery where yea ore and ore You wisest Grecians pardon me this bragge His insolence drawes folly from my lips But I le endeuour deeds to match these words Or may I neuer Aiax Do not chafe thee Cosin And you Achilles let these threats alone Till accident or purpose bring you too 't You may euery day enough of Hector If you haue stomacke The generall state I feare Can scarse intreat you to be odde with him Hect. I pray you let vs see you in the field We haue had pelting Warres since you refus'd The Grecians cause Achil. Dost thou intreat me Hector To morrow do I meete thee fell as death To night all Friends Hect. Thy hand vpon that match Aga. First all you Peeres of Greece go to my Tent There in the full conuiue you Afterwards As Hectors leysure and your bounties shall Concurre together seuerally intreat him Beate lowd the Taborins let the Trumpets blow That this great Souldier may his welcome know Exeunt Troy My Lord Vlysses tell me I beseech you In what place of the Field doth Calchas keepe Vlys At Menelaus Tent most Princely Troylus There Diomed doth feast with him to night Who neither lookes on heauen nor on earth But giues all gaze and bent of amorous view On the faire Cressid Troy Shall I sweet Lord be bound to thee so much After we part from Agamemnons Tent To bring me thither Vlys You shall command me sir As gentle tell me of what Honour was This Cressida in Troy had she no Louer there That wailes her absence Troy O sir to such as boasting shew their scarres A mocke is due will you walke on my Lord She was belou'd she lou'd she is and dooth But still sweet Loue is food for Fortunes tooth Exeunt Enter Achilles and Patroclus Achil. I le heat his blood with Greekish wine to night Which with my
was but a Foole That brought my answer back Brutus hath riu'd my hart A Friend should beare his Friends infirmities But Brutus makes mine greater then they are Bru. I do not till you practice them on me Cassi You loue me not Bru. I do not like your faults Cassi A friendly eye could neuer see such faults Bru. A Flatterers would not though they do appeare As huge as high Olympus Cassi Come Antony and yong Octauius come Reuenge your selues alone on Cassius For Cassius is a-weary of the World Hated by one he loues brau'd by his Brother Check'd like a bondman all his faults obseru'd Set in a Note-booke learn'd and con'd by roate To cast into my Teeth O I could weepe My Spirit from mine eyes There is my Dagger And heere my naked Breast Within a Heart Deerer then Pluto's Mine Richer then Gold If that thou bee'st a Roman take it foorth I that deny'd thee Gold will giue my Heart Strike as thou did'st at Caesar For I know When thou did'st hate him worst y u loued'st him better Then euer thou loued'st Cassius Bru. Sheath your Dagger Be angry when you will it shall haue scope Do what you will Dishonor shall be Humour O Cassius you are yoaked with a Lambe That carries Anger as the Flint beares fire Who much inforced shewes a hastie Sparke And straite is cold agen Cassi Hath Cassius liu'd To be but Mirth and Laughter to his Brutus When greefe and blood ill temper'd vexeth him Bru. When I spoke that I was ill temper'd too Cassi Do you confesse so much Giue me your hand Bru. And my heart too Cassi O Brutus Bru. What 's the matter Cassi Haue not you loue enough to beare with me When that rash humour which my Mother gaue me Makes me forgetfull Bru. Yes Cassius and from henceforth When you are ouer-earnest with your Brutus Hee 'l thinke your Mother chides and leaue you so Enter a Poet. Poet. Let me go in to see the Generals There is some grudge betweene 'em 't is not meete They be alone Lucil. You shall not come to them Poet. Nothing but death shall stay me Cas How now What 's the matter Poet. For shame you Generals what do you meane Loue and be Friends as two such men should bee For I haue seene more yeeres I 'me sure then yee Cas Ha ha how vildely doth this Cynicke rime Bru. Get you hence sirra Sawcy Fellow hence Cas Beare with him Brutus 't is his fashion Brut. I le know his humor when he knowes his time What should the Warres do with these ligging Fooles Companion hence Cas Away away be gone Exit Poet Bru. Lucillius and Titinius bid the Commanders Prepare to lodge their Companies to night Cas And come your selues bring Messala with you Immediately to vs. Bru. Lucius a bowle of Wine Cas I did not thinke you could haue bin so angry Bru. O Cassius I am sicke of many greefes Cas Of your Philosophy you make no vse If you giue place to accidentall euils Bru. No man beares sorrow better Portia is dead Cas Ha Portia Bru. She is dead Cas How scap'd I killing when I croft you so O insupportable and touching losse Vpon what sicknesse Bru. Impatient of my absence And greefe that yong Octauius with Mark Antony Haue made themselues so strong For with her death That tydings came With this she fell distract And her Attendants absent swallow'd fire Cas And dy'd so Bru. Euen so Cas O ye immortall Gods Enter Boy with Wine and Tapers Bru. Speak no more of her Giue me a bowl of wine In this I bury all vnkindnesse Cassius Drinkes Cas My heart is thirsty for that Noble pledge Fill Lucius till the Wine ore-swell the Cup I cannot drinke too much of Brutus loue Enter Titinius and Messala Brutus Come in Titinius Welcome good Messala Now sit we close about this Taper heere And call in question our necessities Cass Portia art thou gone Bru. No more I pray you Messala I haue heere receiued Letters That yong Octauius and Mark Antony Come downe vpon vs with a mighty power Bending their Expedition toward Philippi Mess My selfe haue Letters of the selfe-same Tenure Bru. With what Addition Mess That by proscription and billes of Outlarie Octauius Antony and Lepidus Haue put to death an hundred Senators Bru. Therein our Letters do not well agree Mine speake of seuenty Senators that dy'de By their proscriptions Cicero being one Cassi Cicero one Messa Cicero is dead and by that order of proscription Had you your Letters from your wife my Lord Bru. No Messala Messa Nor nothing in your Letters writ of her Bru. Nothing Messala Messa That me thinkes is strange Bru. Why aske you Heare you ought of her in yours Messa No my Lord. Bru. Now as you are a Roman tell me true Messa Then like a Roman beare the truth I tell For certaine she is dead and by strange manner Bru. Why farewell Portia We must die Messala With meditating that she must dye once I haue the patience to endure it now Messa Euen so great men great losses shold indure Cassi I haue as much of this in Art as you But yet my Nature could not beare it so Bru. Well to our worke aliue What do you thinke Of marching to Philippi presently Cassi I do not thinke it good Bru. Your reason Cassi This it is 'T is better that the Enemie seeke vs So shall he waste his meanes weary his Souldiers Doing himselfe offence whil'st we lying still Are full of rest defence and nimblenesse Bru. Good reasons must of force giue place to better The people 'twixt Philippi and this ground Do stand but in a forc'd affection For they haue grug'd vs Contribution The Enemy marching along by them By them shall make a fuller number vp Come on refresht new added and encourag'd From which aduantage shall we cut him off If at Philippi we do face him there These people at our backe Cassi Heare me good Brother Bru. Vnder your pardon You must note beside That we haue tride the vtmost of our Friends Oâ— Legions are brim full our cause is ripe The Enemy encreaseth euery day We at the height are readie to decline There is a Tide in the affayres of men Which taken at the Flood leades on to Fortune Omitted all the voyage of their life Is bound in Shallowes and in Miseries On such a full Sea are we now a-float And we must take the current when it serues Or loose our Ventures Cassi Then with your will go on wee 'l along Our selues and meet them at Philippi Bru. The deepe of night is crept vpon our talke And Nature must obey Necessitie Which we will niggard with a little rest There is no more to say Cassi No more good night Early to morrow will we rise and hence Enter Lucius Bru. Lucius my Gowne farewell good Messala Good night Titinius Noble Noble Cassius Good night and good repose Cassi O my deere Brother This was an ill
gilded Fly Do's letcher in my sight Let Copulation thriue For Glousters bastard Son was kinder to his Father Then my Daughters got 'tweene the lawfull sheets Too 't Luxury pell-mell for I lacke Souldiers Behold yond simpring Dame whose face betweene her Forkes presages Snow that minces Vertue do's shake the head to heare of pleasures name The Fitchew nor the soyled Horse goes too 't with a more riotous appetite Downe from the waste they are Centaures though Women all aboue but to the Girdle do the Gods inherit beneath is all the Fiends There 's hell there 's darkenes there is the sulphurous pit burning scalding stench consumption Fye fie fie pah pah Giue me an Ounce of Ciuet good Apothecary sweeten my immagination There 's money for thee Glou. O let me kisse that hand Lear. Let me wipe it first It smelles of Mortality Glou. O ruin'd peece of Nature this great world Shall so weare out to naught Do'st thou know me Lear. I remember thine eyes well enough dost thou squiny at me No doe thy worst blinde Cupid I le not loue Reade thou this challenge marke but the penning of it Glou. Were all thy Letters Sunnes I could not see Edg. I would not take this from report It is and my heart breakes at it Lear. Read Glou. What with the Case of eyes Lear. Oh ho are you there with me No eies in your head nor no mony in your purse Your eyes are in a heauy case your purse in a light yet you see how this world goes Glou. I see it feelingly Lear. What art mad A man may see how this world goes with no eyes Looke with thine eares See how yond Iustice railes vpon yond simple theefe Hearke in thine eare Change places and handy-dandy which is the Iustice which is the theefe Thou hast seene a Farmers dogge barke at a Beggar Glou. I Sir Lear. And the Creature run from the Cur there thou might'st behold the great image of Authoritie a Dogg's obey'd in Office Thou Rascall Beadle hold thy bloody hand why dost thou lash that Whore Strip thy owne backe thou hotly lusts to vse her in that kind for which thou whip'st her The Vsurer hangs the Cozener Thorough tatter'd cloathes great Vices do appeare Robes and Furr'd gownes hide all Place sinnes with Gold and the strong Lance of Iustice hurtlesse breakes Arme it in ragges a Pigmies straw do's pierce it None do's offend none I say none I le able 'em take that of me my Friend who haue the power to seale th' accusers lips Get thee glasse-eyes and like a scuruy Politician seeme to see the things thou dost not Now now now now Pull off my Bootes harder harder so Edg. O matter and impertinency mixt Reason in Madnesse Lear. If thou wilt weepe my Fortunes take my eyes I know thee well enough thy name is Glouster Thou must be patient we came crying hither Thou know'st the first time that we smell the Ayre We wawle and cry I will preach to thee Marke Glou. Alacke alacke the day Lear. When we are borne we cry that we are come To this great stage of Fooles This a good blocke It were a delicate stratagem to shoo A Troope of Horse with Felt I le put't in proofe And when I haue stolne vpon these Son in Lawes Then kill kill kill kill kill kill Enter a Gentleman Gent. Oh heere he is lay hand vpon him Sir Your most deere Daughter Lear. No rescue What a Prisoner I am euen The Naturall Foole of Fortune Vse me well You shall haue ransome Let me haue Surgeons I am cut to ' th' Braines Gent. You shall haue any thing Lear. No Seconds All my selfe Why this would make a man a man of Salt To vse his eyes for Garden water-pots I wil die brauely Like a smugge Bridegroome What I will be Iouiall Come come I am a King Masters know you that Gent. You are a Royall one and we obey you Lear. Then there 's life in 't Come and you get it You shall get it by running Sa sa sa sa Exit Gent. A sight most pittifull in the meanest wretch Past speaking of in a King Thou hast a Daughter Who redeemes Nature from the generall curse Which twaine haue brought her to Edg. Haile gentle Sir Gent. Sir speed you what 's your will Edg. Do you heare ought Sir of a Battell toward Gent. Most sure and vulgar Euery one heares that which can distinguish sound Edg. But by your fauour How neere 's the other Army Gent. Neere and on speedy foot the maine descry Stands on the hourely thought Edg. I thanke you Sir that 's all Gent. Though that the Queen on special cause is here Her Army is mou'd on Exit Edg. I thanke you Sir Glou. You euer gentle Gods take my breath from me Let not my worser Spirit tempt me againe To dye before you please Edg. Well pray you Father Glou. Now good sir what are you Edg. A most poore man made tame to Fortunes blows Who by the Art of knowne and feeling sorrowes Am pregnant to good pitty Giue me your hand I le leade you to some biding Glou. Heartie thankes The bountie and the benizon of Heauen To boot and boot Enter Steward Stew. A proclaim'd prize most happie That eyelesse head of thine was first fram'd flesh To raise my fortunes Thou old vnhappy Traitor Breefely thy selfe remember the Sword is out That must destroy thee Glou. Now let thy friendly hand Put strength enough too 't Stew. Wherefore bold Pezant Dar'st thou support a publish'd Traitor Hence Least that th' infection of his fortune take Like hold on thee Let go his arme Edg. I hill not let go Zir Without vurther ' casion Stew. Let go Slaue or thou dy'st Edg. Good Gentleman goe your gate and let poore volke passe and ' I hud ha' bin zwaggerd out of my life 't would not ha' bin zo long as 't is by a vortnight Nay come not neere th' old man keepe out che vor'ye or ice try whither your Costard or my Ballow be the harder I hill be plaine with you Stew. Out Dunghill Edg. I hill picke your teeth Zir come no matter vor your foynes Stew. Slaue thou hast slaine me Villain take my purse If euer thou wilt thriue bury my bodie And giue the Letters which thou find'st about me To Edmund Earle of Glouster seeke him out Vpon the English party Oh vntimely death death Edg. I know thee well A seruiceable Villaine As duteous to the vices of thy Mistris As badnesse would desire Glou. What is he dead Edg. Sit you downe Father rest you Let 's see these Pockets the Letters that he speakes of May be my Friends hee 's dead I am onely sorry He had no other Deathsman Let vs see Leaue gentle waxe and manners blame vs not To know our enemies mindes we rip their hearts Their Papers is more lawfull Reads the Letter LEt our reciprocall vowes be remembred You haue manie opportunities to cut him off if your will
To the Reader This Figure that thou here seest put It was for gentle Shakespeare cut Wherein the Grauer had a strife with Nature to out-doo the life O could he but haue drawne his wit As well in brasse as he hath hit His face the Print would then surpasse All that vvas euer vvrit in brasse But since he cannot Reader looke Not on his Picture but his Booke B.I. M R. WILLIAM SHAKESPEARES COMEDIES HISTORIES TRAGEDIES Published according to the True Originall Copies LONDON Printed by Isaac Iaggard and Ed. Blount 1623. TO THE MOST NOBLE AND INCOMPARABLE PAIRE OF BRETHREN WILLIAM Earle of Pembroke c. Lord Chamberlaine to the Kings most Excellent Maiesty AND PHILIP Earle of Montgomery c. Gentleman of his Maiesties Bed-Chamber Both Knights of the most Noble Order of the Garter and our singular good LORDS Right Honourable WHilst we studie to be thankful in our particular for the many fauors we haue receiued from your L.L we are falne vpon the ill fortune to mingle two the most diuerse things that can bee feare and rashnesse rashnesse in the enterprize and feare of the successe For when we valew the places your H.H. sustaine we cannot but know their dignity greater then to descend to the reading of these trifles and vvhile we name them trifles we haue depriu'd our selues of the defence of our Dedication But since your L.L. haue beene pleas'd to thinke these trifles some-thing heeretofore and haue prosequuted both them and their Authour liuing vvith so much fauour we hope that they out-liuing him and he not hauing the fate common with some to be exequutor to his owne writings you will vse the like indulgence toward them you haue done vnto their parent There is a great difference vvhether any Booke choose his Patrones or finde them This hath done both For so much were your L L. likings of the seuerall parts vvhen they were acted as before they vvere published the Volume ask'd to be yours We haue but collected them and done an office to the dead to procure his Orphanes Guardians vvithout ambition either of selfe-profit or fame onely to keepe the memory of so worthy a Friend Fellow aliue as was our SHAKESPEARE by humble offer of his playes to your most noble patronage Wherein as we haue iustly obserued no man to come neere your L.L. but vvith a kind of religious addresse it hath bin the height of our care vvho are the Presenters to make the present worthy of your H.H. by the perfection But there we must also craue our abilities to be considerd my Lords We cannot go beyond our owne powers Country hands reach foorth milke creame fruites or what they haue and many Nations we haue heard that had not gummes incense obtained their requests with a leauened Cake It vvas no fault to approch their Gods by what meanes they could And the most though meanest of things are made more precious when they are dedicated to Temples In that name therefore we most humbly consecrate to your H.H. these remaines of your seruant Shakespeare that what delight is in them may be euer your L.L. the reputation his the faults ours if any be committed by a payre so carefull to shew their gratitude both to the liuing and the dead as is Your Lordshippes most bounden IOHN HEMINGE HENRY CONDELL To the great Variety of Readers FRom the most able to him that can but spell There you are number'd We had rather you were weighd Especially when the fate of all Bookes depends vpon your capacities and not of your heads alone but of your purses Well! It is now publique you wil stand for your priuiledges wee know to read and censure Do so but buy it first That doth best commend a Booke the Stationer saies Then how odde soeuer your braines be or your wisedomes make your licence the same and spare not Iudge your sixe-pen'orth your shillings worth your fiue shillings worth at a time or higher so you rise to the iust rates and welcome But what euer you do Buy Censure will not driue a Trade or make the Iacke go And though you be a Magistrate of wit and sit on the Stage at Black-Friers or the Cock-pit to arraigne Playes dailie know these Playes haue had their triall alreadie and stood out all Appeales and do now come forth quitted rather by a Decree of Court then any purchas'd Letters of commendation It had bene a thing we confesse worthie to haue bene wished that the Author himselfe had liu'd to haue set forth and ouerseen his owne writings But since it hath bin ordain'd otherwise and he by death departed from that right we pray you do not envie his Friends the office of their care and paine to haue collected publish'd them and so to haue publish'd them as where before you were abuâ—'d with diuerse stolne and surreptitious copies maimed and deformed by the frauds and stealthes of iniurious impostors that expos'd them euen those are now offer'd to your view cur'd and perfect of their limbes and all the rest absolute in their numbers as he conceiued theÌ„ Who as he was a happie imitator of Nature was a most gentle expresser of it His mind and hand went together And what he thought he vttered with that easinesse that wee haue scarse receiued from him a blot in his papers But it is not our prouince who onely gather his works and giue them you to praise him It is yours that reade him And there we hope to your diuers capacities you will finde enough both to draw and hold you for his wit can no more lie hid then it could be lost Reade him therefore and againe and againe And if then you doe not like him surely you are in some manifest danger not to vnderstand him And so we leaue you to other of his Friends whom if you need can bee your guides if you neede them not you can leade your selues and others And such Readers we wish him Iohn Heminge Henrie Condell To the memory of my beloued The AVTHOR MR. VVILLIAM SHAKESPEARE AND what he hath left vs. TO draw no enuy Shakespeare on thy name Am I thus ample to thy Booke and Fame While I confesse thy writings to be such As neither Man nor Muse can praise too much 'T is true and all mens suffrage But these wayes Were not the paths I meant vnto thy praise For seeliest Ignorance on these may light Which when it sounds at best but eccho's right Or blinde Affection which doth ne're aduance The truth but gropes and vrgeth all by chance Or crafty Malice might pretend this praise And thinke to ruine where it seem'd to raise These are as some infamous Baud or Whore Should praise a Matron What could hurt her more But thou art proofe against them and indeed Aboue th' ill fortune of them or the need I therefore will begin Soule of the Age The applause delight the wonder of our Stage My Shakespeare rise I will not lodge
vnto my friend Hath made me publisher of this pretence Duke Vpon mine Honor he shall neuer know That I had any light from thee of this Pro. Adiew my Lord Sir Valentine is comming Duk. Sir Valentine whether away so fast Val. Please it your Grace there is a Messenger That stayes to beare my Letters to my friends And I am going to deliuer them Duk. Be they of much import Val. The tenure of them doth but signifie My health and happy being at your Court. Duk. Nay then no matter stay with me a while I am to breake with thee of some affaires That touch me neere wherein thou must be secret 'T is not vnknown to thee that I haue sought To match my friend Sir Thurio to my daughter Val. I know it well my Lord and sure the Match Were rich and honourable besides the gentleman Is full of Vertue Bounty Worth and Qualities Beseeming such a Wife as your faire daughter Cannot your Grace win her to fancie him Duk. No trust me She is peeuish sullen froward Prowd disobedient stubborne lacking duty Neither regarding that she is my childe Nor fearing me as if I were her father And may I say to thee this pride of hers Vpon aduice hath drawne my loue from her And where I thought the remnant of mine age Should haue beene cherish'd by her child-like dutie I now am full resolu'd to take a wife And tur◠her out to who will take her in Then let her beauty be her wedding dowre For me and my possessions she esteemes not Val. What would your Grace haue me to do in this Duk. There is a Lady in Verona heere Whom I affect but she is nice and coy And naught esteemes my aged eloquence Now therefore would I haue thee to my Tutor For long agone I haue forgot to court Besides the fashion of the time is chang'd How and which way I may bestow my selfe To be regarded in her sun-bright eye Val. Win her with gifts if she respect not words Dumbe Iewels often in their silent kinde More then quicke words doe moue a womans minde Duk. But she did scorne a present that I sent her Val. A woman somtime scorns what best cōtents her Send her another neuer giue her ore For scorne at first makes after-loue the more If she doe frowne 't is not in hate of you But rather to beget more loue in you If she doe chide 't is not to haue you gone For why the fooles are mad if left alone Take no repulse what euer she doth say For get you gon she doth not meane away Flatter and praise commend extoll their graces Though nere so blacke say they haue Angells faces That man that hath a tongue I say is no man If with his tongue he cannot win a woman Duk. But she I meane is promis'd by her friends Vnto a youthfull Gentleman of worth And kept seuerely from resort of men That no man hath accesse by day to her Val. Why then I would resort to her by night Duk. I but the doores be lockt and keyes kept safe That no man hath recourse to her by night Val What letts but one may enter at her window Duk. Her chamber is aloft far from the ground And built so sheluing that one cannot climbe it Without apparant hazard of his life Val Why then a Ladder quaintly made of Cords To cast vp with a paire of anchoring hookes Would serue to scale another Hero's towre So bold Leander would aduenture it Duk. Now as thou art a Gentleman of blood Aduise me where I may haue such a Ladder Val. When would you vse it pray sir tell me that Duk. This very night for Loue is like a childe That longs for euery thing that he can come by Val. By seauen a clock I le get you such a Ladder Duk But harke thee I will goe to her alone How shall I best conuey the Ladder thither Val. It will be light my Lord that you may beare it Vnder a cloake that is of any length Duk. A cloake as long as thine will serue the turne Val I my good Lord. Duk. Then let me see thy cloake I le get me one of such another length Val. Why any cloake will serue the turn my Lord Duk. How shall I fashion me to weare a cloake I pray thee let me feele thy cloake vpon me What Letter is this same what 's here to Siluia And heere an Engine fit for my proceeding I le be so bold to breake the seale for once My thoughts do harbour with my Siluia nightly And slaues they are to me that send them flying Oh could their Master come and goe as lightly Himselfe would lodge where senceles they are lying My Herald Thoughts in thy pure bosome rest-them While I their King that thither them importune Doe curse the grace that with such grace hath blest them Because my selfe doe want my seruants fortune I curse my selfe for they are sent by me That they should harbour where their Lord should be What 's here Siluia this night I will enfranchise thee 'T is so and heere 's the Ladder for the purpose Why Phaeton for thou art Merops sonne Wilt thou aspire to guide the heauenly Car And with thy daring folly burne the world Wilt thou reach stars because they shine on thee Goe base Intruder ouer-weening Slaue Bestow thy fawning smiles on equall mates And thinke my patience more then thy desert Is priuiledge for thy departure hence Thanke me for this more then for all the fauors Which all too much I haue bestowed on thee But if thou linger in my Territories Longer then swiftest expedition Will giue thee time to leaue our royall Court By heauen my wrath shall farre exceed the loue I euer bore my daughter or thy selfe Be gone I will not heare thy vaine excuse But as thou lou'st thy life make speed from hence Val. And why not death rather then liuing torment To die is to be banisht from my selfe And Siluia is my selfe banish'd from her Is selfe from selfe A deadly banishment What light is light if Siluia be not seene What ioy is ioy if Siluia be not by Vnlesse it be to thinke that she is by And feed vpon the shadow of perfection Except I be by Siluia in the night There is no musicke in the Nightingale Vnlesse I looke on Siluia in the day There is no day for me to looke vpon Shee is my essence and I leaue to be If I be not by her faire influence Foster'd illumin'd cherish'd kept aliue I flie not death to flie his deadly doome Tarry I heere I but attend on death But flie I hence I flie away from life Pro. Run boy run run and seeke him out Lau. So-hough Soa hough Pro. What seest thou Lau. Him we goe to finde There 's not a haire on 's head but t' is a Valentine Pro. Valentine Val. No. Pro. Who then his Spirit Val. Neither Pro. What then Val Nothing Lau. Can nothing speake Master shall
I pray you pardon me Pray hartly pardon me Page Let 's go in Gentlemen but trust me we 'l mock him I doe inuite you to morrow morning to my house to breakfast after we 'll a Birding together I haue a fine Hawke for the bush Shall it be so Ford. Any thing Eu. If there is one I shall make two in the Companie Ca. If there be one or two I shall make-a-theturd Ford. Pray you go M. Page Eua. I pray you now remembrance to morrow on the lowsie knaue mine Host Cai. Dat is good by gar withall my heart Eua. A lowsie knaue to haue his gibes and his mockeries Exeunt Scoena Quarta Enter Fenton Anne Page Shallow Slender Quickly Page Mist Page Fen I see I cannot get thy Fathers loue Therefore no more turne me to him sweet Nan. Anne Alas how then Fen. Why thou must be thy selfe He doth obiect I am too great of birth And that my state being gall'd with my expence I seeke to heale it onely by his wealth Besides these other barres he layes before me My Riots past my wilde Societies And tels me 't is a thing impossible I should loue thee but as a property An. May be he tels you true No heauen so speed me in my time to come Albeit I will confesse thy Fathers wealth Was the first motiue that I woo'd thee Anne Yet wooing thee I found thee of more valew Then stampes in Gold or summes in sealed bagges And 't is the very riches of thy selfe That now I ayme at An. Gentle M. Fenton Yet seeke my Fathers loue still seeke it sir If opportunity and humblest suite Cannot attaine it why then harke you hither Shal. Breake their talke Mistris Quickly My Kinsman shall speake for himselfe Slen. I le make a shaft or a bolt on 't slid t is but venturing Shal. Be not dismaid Slen. No she shall not dismay me I care not for that but that I am affeard Qui. Hark ye M. Slender would speak a word with you An. I come to him This is my Fathers choice O what a world of vilde ill-fauour'd faults Lookes handsome in three hundred pounds a yeere Qui. And how do's good Master Fenton Pray you a word with you Shal. Shee 's comming to her Coz O boy thou hadst a father Slen. I had a father M. An my vncle can tel you good iests of him pray you Vncle tel Mist Anne the iest how my Father stole two Geese out of a Pen good Vnckle Shal. Mistris Anne my Cozen loues you Slen. I that I do as well as I loue any woman in Glocestershire Shal. He will maintaine you like a Gentlewoman Slen. I that I will come cut and long-taile vnder the degree of a Squire Shal. He will make you a hundred and fiftie pounds ioynture Anne Good Maister Shallow let him woo for himselfe Shal. Marrie I thanke you for it I thanke you for that good comfort she cals you Coz I le leaue you Anne Now Master Slender Slen. Now good Mistris Anne Anne What is your will Slen. My will Odd's-hart-lings that 's a prettie iest indeede I ne're made my Will yet I thanke Heauen I am not such a sickely creature I giue Heauen praise Anne I meane M. Slender what wold you with me Slen. Truely for mine owne part I would little or nothing with you your father and my vncle hath made motion if it be my lucke so if not happy man bee his dole they can tell you how things go better then I can you may aske your father heere he comes Page Now M r Slender Loue him daughter Anne Why how now What does M r Fenter here You wrong me Sir thus still to haunt my house I told you Sir my daughter is disposd of Fen. Nay M r Page be not impatient Mist Page Good M. Fenton come not to my child Page She is no match for you Fen. Sir will you heare me Page No good M. Fenton Come M. Shallow Come sonne Slender in Knowing my minde you wrong me M. Fenton Qui. Speake to Mistris Page Fen. Good Mist Page for that I loue your daughter In such a righteous fashion as I do Perforce against all checkes rebukes and manners I must aduance the colours of my loue And not retire Let me haue your good will An. Good mother do not marry me to yond foole Mist Page I meane it not I seeke you a better husband Qui. That 's my master M. Doctor An. Alas I had rather be set quick i' th earth And bowl'd to death with Turnips Mist Page Come trouble not your selfe good M. Fenton I will not be your friend nor enemy My daughter will I question how she loues you And as I finde her so am I affected Till then farewell Sir she must needs go in Her father will be angry Fen. Farewell gentle Mistris farewell Nan. Qui. This is my doing now Nay saide I will you cast away your childe on a Foole and a Physitian Looke on M. Fenton this is my doing Fen. I thanke thee and I pray thee once to night Giue my sweet Nan this Ring there 's for thy paines Qui. Now heauen send thee good fortune a kinde heart he hath a woman would run through fire water for such a kinde heart But yet I would my Maister had Mistris Anne or I would M. Slender had her or in sooth I would M. Fenton had her I will do what I can for them all three for so I haue promisd and I le bee as good as my word but speciously for M. Fenton Well I must of another errand to Sir Iohn Falstaffe from my two Mistresses what a beast am I to slacke it Exeunt Scena Quinta Enter Falstaffe Bardolfe Quickly Ford. Fal. Bardolfe I say Bar. Heere Sir Fal. Go fetch me a quart of Sacke put a tost in 't Haue I liu'd to be carried in a Basket like a barrow of butchers Offall and to be throwne in the Thames Wel if I be seru'd such another tricke I le haue my braines ' tane out and butter'd and giue them to a dogge for a New-yeares gift The rogues slighted me into the riuer with as little remorse as they would haue drown'de a blinde bitches Puppies fifteene i' th litter and you may know by my size that I haue a kinde of alacrity in sinking if the bottome were as deepe as hell I shold down I had beene drown'd but that the shore was sheluy and shallow a death that I abhorre for the water swelles a man and what a thing should I haue beene when I had beene swel'd I should haue beene a Mountaine of Mummie Bar. Here 's M. Quickly Sir to speake with you Fal. Come let me poure in some Sack to the Thames water for my bellies as cold as if I had swallow'd snow-bals for pilles to coole the reines Call her in Bar. Come in woman Qui. By your leaue I cry you mercy Giue your worship good morrow Fal. Take away these Challices Go brew me a
brother die More then our Brother is our Chastitie I le tell him yet of Angelo's request And fit his minde to death for his soules rest Exit Actus Tertius Scena Prima Enter Duke Claudio and Prouost Du. So then you hope of pardon from Lord Angelo Cla. The miserable haue no other medicine But onely hope I' haue hope to liue and am prepar'd to die Duke Be absolute for death either death or life Shall thereby be the sweeter Reason thus with life If I do loose thee I do loose a thing That none but fooles would keepe a breath thou art Seruile to all the skyie-influences That dost this habitation where thou keepst Hourely afflict Meerely thou art deaths foole For him thou labourst by thy flight to shun And yet runst toward him still Thou art not noble For all th' accommodations that thou bearst Are nurst by basenesse Thou' rt by no meanes valiant For thou dost feare the soft and tender forke Of a poore worme thy best of rest is sleepe And that thou oft prouoakst yet grosselie fearst Thy death which is no more Thou art not thy selfe For thou exists on manie a thousand graines That issue out of dust Happie thou art not For what thou hast not still thou striu'st to get And what thou hast forgetst Thou art not certaine For thy complexion shifts to strange effects After the Moone If thou art rich thou' rt poore For like an Asse whose backe with Ingots bowes Thou bearst thy heauie riches but a iournie And death vnloads thee Friend hast thou none For thine owne bowels which do call thee fire The meere effusion of thy proper loines Do curse the Gowt Sapego and the Rheume For ending thee no sooner Thou hast nor youth nor age But as it were an after-dinners sleepe Dreaming on both for all thy blessed youth Becomes as aged and doth begge the almes Of palsied-Eld and when thou art old and rich Thou hast neither heate affection limbe nor beautie To make thy riches pleasant what 's yet in this That beares the name of life Yet in this life Lie hid moe thousand deaths yet death we feare That makes these oddes all euen Cla. I humblie thanke you To sue to liue I finde I seeke to die And seeking death finde life Let it come on Enter Isabella Isab What hoa Peace heere Grace and good companie Pro. Who 's there Come in the wish deserues a welcome Duke Deere sir ere long I le visit you againe Cla. Most bolie Sir I thanke you Isa My businesse is a word or two with Claudio Pro. And verie welcom looke Signior here 's your sister Duke Prouost a word with you Pro. As manie as you please Duke Bring them to heare me speak where I may be conceal'd Cla. Now sister what 's the comfort Isa Why As all comforts are most good most good indeede Lord Angelo hauing affaires to heauen Intends you for his swift Ambassador Where you shall be an euerlasting Leiger Therefore your best appointment make with speed To Morrow you set on Clau. Is there no remedie Isa None but such remedie as to saue a head To cleaue a heart in twaine Clau. But is there anie Isa Yes brother you may liue There is a diuellish mercie in the Iudge If you 'l implore it that will free your life But fetter you till death Cla. Perpetuall durance Isa I iust perpetuall durance a restraint Through all the worlds vastiditie you had To a determin'd scope Clau. But in what nature Isa In such a one as you consenting too 't Would barke your honor from that trunke you beare And leaue you naked Clau. Let me know the point Isa Oh I do feare thee Claudio and I quake Least thou a feauorous life shouldst entertaine And six or seuen winters more respect Then a perpetuall Honor. Dar'st thou die The sence of death is most in apprehension And the poore Beetle that we treade vpon In corporall sufferance finds a pang as great As when a Giant dies Cla. Why giue you me this shame Thinke you I can a resolution fetch From flowrie tendernesse If I must die I will encounter darknesse as a bride And hugge it in mine armes Isa There spake my brother there my fathers graue Did vtter forth a voice Yes thou must die Thou art too noble to conserue a life In base appliances This outward sainted Deputie Whose setled visagn and deliberate word Nips youth i' th head and follies doth â—new As Falcon doth the Fowle is yet a diuell His filth within being cast he would appeare A pond as deepe as hell Cla. The prenzie Angelo Isa Oh 't is the cunning Liuerie of hell The damnest bodie to inuest and couer In prenzie gardes dost thou thinke Claudio If I would yeeld him my virginitie Thou might'st be freed Cla. Oh heauens it cannot be Isa Yes he would giu 't thee from this rank offence So to offend him still This night 's the time That I should do what I abhorre to name Or else thou diest to morrow Clau. Thou shalt not do 't Isa O were it but my life I 'de throw it downe for your deliuerance As frankely as a pin Clau. Thankes deere Isabell Isa Be readie Claudio for your death to morrow Clau. Yes Has he affections in him That thus can make him bite the Law by th' nose When he would force it Sure it is no sinne Or of the deadly seuen it is the least Isa Which is the least Cla. If it were damnable he being so wise Why would he for the momentarie tricke Be perdurablie fin'de Oh Isabell Isa What saies my brother Cla. Death is a fearefull thing Isa And shamed life a hatefull Cla. I but to die and go we know not where To lie in cold obstruction and to rot This sensible warme motion to become A kneaded clod And the delighted spirit To bath in fierie floods or to recide In thrilling Region of thicke-ribbed Ice To be imprison'd in the viewlesse windes And blowne with restlesse violence round about The pendant world or to be worse then worst Of those that lawlesse and incertaine thought Imagine howling 't is too horrible The weariest and most loathed worldly life That Age Ache periury and imprisonment Can lay on nature is a Paradise To what we feare of death Isa Alas alas Cla. Sweet Sister let me liue What sinne you do to saue a brothers life Nature dispenses with the deede so farre That it becomes a vertue Isa Oh you beast Oh faithlesse Coward oh dishonest wretch Wilt thou be made a man out of my vice Is' t not a kinde of Incest to take life From thine owne sisters shame What should I thinke Heauen shield my Mother plaid my Father faire For such a warped slip of wildernesse Nere issu'd from his blood Take my defiance Die perish Might but my bending downe Repreeue thee from thy fate it should proceede I le pray a thousand praiers for thy death No word to saue thee Cla. Nay heare
Againe if any Siracusian borne Come to the Bay of Ephesus he dies His goods confiscate to the Dukes dispose Vnlesse a thousand markes be leuied To quit the penalty and to ransome him Thy substance valued at the highest rate Cannot amount vnto a hundred Markes Therefore by Law thou art condemn'd to die Mer. Yet this my comfort when your words are done My woes end likewise with the euening Sonne Duk. Well Siracusian say in briefe the cause Why thou departedst from thy natiue home And for what cause thou cam'st to Ephesus Mer. A heauier taske could not haue beene impos'd Then I to speake my griefes vnspeakeable Yet that the world may witnesse that my end Was wrought by nature not by vile offence I le vtter what my sorrow giues me leaue In Syracusa was I borne and wedde Vnto a woman happy but for me And by me had not our hap beene bad With her I liu'd in ioy our wealth increast By prosperous voyages I often made To Epidamium till my factors death And he great care of goods at randone left Drew me from kinde embracements of my spouse From whom my absence was not sixe moneths olde Before her selfe almost at fainting vnder The pleasing punishment that women beare Had made prouision for her following me And soone and safe arriued where I was There had she not beene long but she became A ioyfull mother of two goodly sonnes And which was strange the one so like the other As could not be distinguish'd but by names That very howre and in the selfe-same Inne A meane woman was deliuered Of such a burthen Male twins both alike Those for their parents were exceeding poore I bought and brought vp to attend my sonnes My wife not meanely prowd of two such boyes Made daily motions for our home returne Vnwilling I agreed alas too soone wee came aboord A league from Epidamium had we saild Before the alwaies winde-obeying deepe Gaue any Tragicke Instance of our harme But longer did we not retaine much hope For what obscured light the heauens did grant Did but conuay vnto our fearefull mindes A doubtfull warrant of immediate death Which though my selfe would gladly haue imbrac'd Yet the incessant weepings of my wife Weeping before for what she saw must come And pitteous playnings of the prettie babes That mourn'd for fashion ignorant what to feare Forst me to seeke delayes for them and me And this it was for other meanes was none The Sailors sought for safety by our boate And left the ship then sinking ripe to vs. My wife more carefull for the latter borne Had fastned him vnto a small spare Mast Such as sea-faring men prouide for stormes To him one of the other twins was bound Whil'st I had beene like heedfull of the other The children thus dispos'd my wife and I Fixing our eyes on whom our care was fixt Fastned our selues at eyther end the mast And floating straight obedient to the streame Was carried towards Corinth as we thought At length the sonne gazing vpon the earth Disperst those vapours that offended vs And by the benefit of his wished light The seas waxt calme and we discouered Two shippes from farre making amaine to vs Of Corinth that of Epidarus this But ere they came oh let me say no more Gather the sequell by that went before Duk. Nay forward old man doe not breake off so For we may pitty though not pardon thee Merch. Oh had the gods done so I had not now Worthily tearm'd them mercilesse to vs For ere the ships could meet by twice fiue leagues We were encountred by a mighty rocke Which being violently borne vp Our helpefull ship was splitted in the midst So that in this vniust diuorce of vs Fortune had left to both of vs alike What to delight in what to sorrow for Her part poore soule seeming as burdened With lesser waight but not with lesser woe Was carried with more speed before the winde And in our sight they three were taken vp By Fishermen of Corinth as we thought At length another ship had seiz'd on vs And knowing whom it was their hap to saue Gaue healthfull welcome to their ship-wrackt guests And would haue reft the Fishers of their prey Had not their backe beene very slow of saile And therefore homeward did they bend their course Thus haue you heard me seuer'd from my blisse That by misfortunes was my life prolong'd To tell sad stories of my owne mishaps Duke And for the sake of them thou sorrowest for Doe me the fauour to dilate at full What haue befalne of them and they till now Merch. My yongest boy and yet my eldest care At eighteene yeeres became inquisitiue After his brother and importun'd me That his attendant so his case was like Reft of his brother but retain'd his name Might beare him company in the quest of him Whom whil'st I laboured of a loue to see I hazarded the losse of whom I lou'd Fiue Sommers haue I spent in farthest Greece Roming cleane through the bounds of Asia And coasting homeward came to Ephesus Hopelesse to finde yet loth to leaue vnsought Or that or any place that harbours men But heere must end the story of my life And happy were I in my timelie death Could all my trauells warrant me they liue Duke Haplesse Egeon whom the fates haue markt To beare the extremitie of dire mishap Now trust me were it not against our Lawes Against my Crowne my oath my dignity Which Princes would they may not disanull My soule should sue as aduocate for thee But though thou art adiudged to the death And passed sentence may not be recal'd But to our honours great disparagement Yet will I fauour thee in what I can Therefore Marchant I le limit thee this day To seeke thy helpe by beneficiall helpe Try all the friends thou hast in Ephesus Beg thou or borrow to make vp the summe And liue if no then thou art doom'd to die Iaylor take him to thy custodie Iaylor I will my Lord. Merch. Hopelesse and helpelesse doth Egean wend But to procrastinate his liuelesse end Exeunt Enter Antipholis Erotes a Marchant and Dromio Mer. Therefore giue out you are of Epidamium Lest that your goods too soone be confiscate This very day a Syracusian Marchant Is apprehended for a riuall here And not being able to buy out his life According to the statute of the towne Dies ere the wearie sunne set in the West There is your monie that I had to keepe Ant. Goe beare it to the Centaure where we host And stay there Dromio till I come to thee Within this houre it will be dinner time Till that I le view the manners of the towne Peruse the traders gaze vpon the buildings And then returne and sleepe within mine Inne For with long trauaile I am stiffe and wearie Get thee away Dro. Many a man would take you at your word And goe indeede hauing so good a meane Exit Dromio Ant. A trustie villaine sir
Father Gob. God blesse your worship Bass Gramercie would'st thou ought with me Gob. Here 's my sonne sir a poore boy Lan. Not a poore boy sir but the rich Iewes man that would sir as my Father shall specifie Gob. He hath a great infection sir as one would say to serue Lan. Indeede the short and the long is I serue the Iew and haue a desire as my Father shall specifie Gob. His Maister and he sauing your worships reuerence are scarce caterconns Lan. To be briefe the verie truth is that the Iew hauing done me wrong doth cause me as my Father being I hope an old man shall frutifie vnto you Gob. I haue here a dish of Doues that I would bestow vpon your worship and my suite is Lan. In verie briefe the suite is impertinent to my selfe as your worship shall know by this honest old man and though I say it though old man yet poore man my Father Bass One speake for both what would you Lan. Serue you sir Gob. That is the verie defect of the matter sir Bass I know thee well thou hast obtain'd thy suite Shylocke thy Maister spoke with me this daie And hath prefer'd thee if it be preferment To leaue a rich Iewes seruice to become The follower of so poore a Gentleman Clo. The old prouerbe is verie well parted betweene my Maister Shylocke and you sir you haue the grace of God sir and he hath enough Bass Thou speak'st it well go Father with thy Son Take leaue of thy old Maister and enquire My lodging out giue him a Liuerie More garded then his fellowes see it done Clo. Father in I cannot get a seruice no I haue nere a tongue in my head well if anie man in Italie haue a fairer table which doth offer to sweare vpon a booke I shall haue good fortune goe too here 's a simple line of life here 's a small trifle of wiues alas fifteene wiues is nothing a leuen widdowes and nine maides is a simple comming in for one man and then to scape drowning thrice and to be in perill of my life with the edge of a featherbed here are simple scapes well if Fortune be a woman she 's a good wench for this gere Father come I le take my leaue of the Iew in the twinkling Exit Clowne Bass I praie thee good Leonardo thinke on this These things being bought and orderly bestowed Returne in haste for I doe feast to night My best esteemd acquaintance hie thee goe Leon. My best endeuors shall be done herein Exit Le. Enter Gratiano Gra. Where 's your Maister Leon. Yonder sir he walkes Gra. Signior Bassanio Bas Gratiano Gra. I haue a sute to you Bass You haue obtain'd it Gra. You must not denie me I must goe with you to Belmont Bass Why then you must but heare thee Gratiano Thou art to wilde to rude and bold of voyce Parts that become thee happily enough And in such eyes as ours appeare not faults But where they are not knowne why there they show Something too liberall pray thee take paine To allay with some cold drops of modestie Thy skipping spirit least through thy wilde behauiour I be misconsterd in the place I goe to And loose my hopes Gra. Signor Bassanio heare me If I doe not put on a sober habite Talke with respect and sweare but now and than Weare prayer bookes in my pocket looke demurely Nay more while grace is saying hood mine eyes Thus with my hat and sigh and say Amen Vse all the obseruance of ciuillitie Like one well studied in a sad ostent To please his Grandam neuer trust me more Bas Well we shall see your bearing Gra. Nay but I barre to night you shall not gage me By what we doe to night Bas No that were pittie I would intreate you rather to put on Your boldest suite of mirth for we haue friends That purpose merriment but far you well I haue some businesse Gra. And I must to Lorenso and the rest But we will visite you at supper time Exeunt Enter Iessica and the Clowne Ies I am sorry thou wilt leaue my Father so Our house is hell and thou a merrie diuell Did'st rob it of some taste of tediousnesse But far thee well there is a ducat for thee And Lancelet soone at supper shalt thou see Lorenzo who is thy new Maisters guest Giue him this Letter doe it secretly And so farwell I would not haue my Father See me talke with thee Clo. Adue teares exhibit my tongue most beautifull Pagan most sweete Iew if a Christian doe not play the knaue and get thee I am much deceiued but adue these foolish drops doe somewhat drowne my manly spirit adue Exit Ies Farewell good Lancelet Alacke what hainous sinne is it in me To be ashamed to be my Fathers childe But though I am a daughter to his blood I am not to his manners O Lorenzo If thou keepe promise I shall end this strife Become a Christian and thy louing wife Exit Enter Gratiano Lorenzo Slarino and Salanio Lor. Nay we will slinke away in supper time Disguise vs at my lodging and returne all in an houre Gra. We haue not made good preparation Sal. We haue not spoke vs yet of Torch-bearers Sol. 'T is vile vnlesse it may be quaintly ordered And better in my minde not vndertooke Lor. 'T is now but foure of clock we haue two houres To furnish vs friend Lancelet what 's the newes Enter Lancelet with a Letter Lan. And it shall please you to breake vp this shall it seeme to signifie Lor. I know the hand in faith 't is a faire hand And whiter then the paper it writ on I the faire hand that writ Gra. Loue newes in faith Lan. By your leaue sir Lor. Whither goest thou Lan. Marry sir to bid my old Master the Iew to sup to night with my new Master the Christian Lor. Hold here take this tell gentle Iessica I will not faile her speake it priuately Go Gentlemen will you prepare you for this Maske to night I am prouided of a Torch-bearer Exit Clowne Sal. I marry I le be gone about it strait Sol. And so will I. Lor. Meete me and Gratiano at Gratianos lodging Some houre hence Sal. 'T is good we do so Exit Gra. Was not that Letter from faire Iessica Lor. I must needes tell thee all she hath directed How I shall take her from her Fathers house What gold and iewels she is furnisht with What Pages suite she hath in readinesse If ere the Iew her Father come to heauen It will be for his gentle daughters sake And neuer dare misfortune crosse her foote Vnlesse she doe it vnder this excuse That she is issue to a faithlesse Iew Come goe with me pervse this as thou goest Faire Iessica shall be my Torch-bearer Exit Enter Iew and his man that was the Clowne Iew. Well thou shall see thy eyes shall be thy iudge The difference of old Shylocke and Bassanio What Iessica
takes 'T is mightiest in the mightiest it becomes The throned Monarch better then his Crowne His Scepter shewes the force of temporall power The attribute to awe and Maiestie Wherein doth sit the dread and feare of Kings But mercy is aboue this sceptred sway It is enthroned in the hearts of Kings It is an attribute to God himselfe And earthly power doth then shew likest Gods When mercie seasons Iustice Therefore Iew Though Iustice be thy plea consider this That in the course of Iustice none of vs Should see saluation we do pray for mercie And that same prayer doth teach vs all to render The deeds of mercie I haue spoke thus much To mittigate the iustice of thy plea Which if thou follow this strict course of Venice Must needes giue sentence ' gainst the Merchant there Shy My deeds vpon my head I craue the Law The penaltie and forfeite of my bond Por. Is he not able to discharge the money Bas Yes heere I tender it for him in the Court Yea twice the summe if that will not suffice I will be bound to pay it ten times ore On forfeit of my hands my head my heart If this will not suffice it must appeare That malice beares downe truth And I beseech you Wrest once the Law to your authority To do a great right do a little wrong And curbe this cruell diuell of his will Por. It must not be there is no power in Venice Can alter a decree established 'T will be recorded for a President And many an error by the same example Will rush into the state It cannot be Iew. A Daniel come to iudgement yea a Daniel O wise young Iudge how do I honour thee Por. I pray you let me looke vpon the bond Iew. Heere 't is most reuerend Doctor heere it is Por. Shylocke there 's thrice thy monie offered thee Shy An oath an oath I haue an oath in heauen Shall I lay periurie vpon my soule No not for Venice Por. Why this bond is forfeit And lawfully by this the Iew may claime A pound of flesh to be by him cut off Neerest the Merchants heart be mercifull Take thrice thy money bid me teare the bond Iew. When it is paid according to the tenure It doth appeare you are a worthy Iudge you know the Law your exposition Hath beene most sound I charge you by the Law Whereof you are a well-deseruing pillar Proceede to iudgement By my soule I sweare There is no power in the tongue of man To alter me I stay heere on my bond An. Most heartily I do beseech the Court To giue the iudgement Por. Why then thus it is you must prepare your bosome for his knife Iew. O noble Iudge O excellent yong man Por. For the intent and purpose of the Law Hath full relation to the penaltie Which heere appeareth due vpon the bond Iew. 'T is verie true O wise and vpright Iudge How much more elder art thou then thy lookes Por. Therefore lay bare your bosome Iew. I his brest So sayes the bond doth it not noble Iudge Neerest his heart those are the very words Por. It is so Are there ballance heere to weigh the flesh Iew. I haue them ready Por. Haue by some Surgeon Shylock on your charge To stop his wounds least he should bleede to death Iew. It is not nominated in the bond Por. It is not so exprest but what of that 'T were good you do so much for charitie Iew. I cannot finde it 't is not in the bond Por. Come Merchant haue you any thing to say Ant. But little I am arm'd and well prepar'd Giue me your hand Bassanio fare you well Greeue not that I am falne to this for you For heerein fortune shewes her selfe more kinde Then is her custome It is still her vse To let the wretched man out-liue his wealth To view with hollow eye and wrinkled brow An age of pouerty From which lingring penance Of such miserie doth she cut me off Commend me to your honourable Wife Tell her the processe of Anthonio's end Say how I lou'd you speake me faire in death And when the tale is told bid her be iudge Whether Bassanio had not once a Loue Repent not you that you shall loose your friend And he repents not that he payes your debt For if the Iew do cut but deepe enough I le pay it instantly with all my heart Bas Anthonio I am married to a wife Which is as deere to me as life it selfe But life it selfe my wife and all the world Are not with me esteem'd aboue thy life I would loose all I sacrifice them all Heere to this deuill to deliuer you Por. Your wife would giue you little thanks for that If she were by to heare you make the offer Gra. I haue a wife whom I protest I loue I would she were in heauen so she could Intreat some power to change this currish Iew. Ner. 'T is well you offer it behinde her backe The wish would make else an vnquiet house Iew. These be the Christian husbands I haue a daughter Would any of the stocke of Barrabas Had beene her husband rather then a Christian We trifle time I pray thee pursue sentence Por. A pound of that same marchants flesh is thine The Court awards it and the law doth giue it Iew. Most rightfull Iudge Por. And you must cut this flesh from off his breast The Law allowes it and the Court awards it Iew. Most learned Iudge a sentence come prepare Por. Tarry a little there is something else This bond doth giue thee heere no iot of bloud The words expresly are a pound of flesh Then take thy bond take thou thy pound of flesh But in the cutting it if thou dost shed One drop of Christian bloud thy lands and goods Are by the Lawes of Venice confiscate Vnto the state of Venice Gra. O vpright Iudge Marke Iew ô learned Iudge Shy Is that the law Por. Thy selfe shalt see the Act For as thou vrgest iustice be assur'd Thou shalt haue iustice more then thou desirest Gra. O learned Iudge mark Iew a learned Iudge Iew. I take this offer then pay the bond thrice And let the Christian goe Bass Heere is the money Por. Soft the Iew shall haue all iustice soft no haste He shall haue nothing but the penalty Gra. O Iew an vpright Iudge a learned Iudge Por. Therefore prepare thee to cut off the flesh Shed thou no bloud nor cut thou lesse nor more But iust a pound of flesh if thou tak'st more Or lesse then a iust pound be it so much As makes it light or heauy in the substance Or the deuision of the twentieth part Of one poore scruple nay if the scale doe turne But in the estimation of a hayre Thou diest and all thy goods are confiscate Gra A second Daniel a Daniel Iew Now infidell I haue thee on the hip Por. Why doth the Iew pause take thy forfeiture Shy Giue me my principall and
Where Cressed lay that night Ies In such a night Did Thisbie fearefully ore-trip the dewe And saw the Lyons shadow ere himselfe And ranne dismayed away Loren. In such a night Stood Dido with a Willow in her hand Vpon the wilde sea bankes and waft her Loue To come againe to Carthage Ies In such a night Medea gathered the inchanted hearbs That did renew old Eson Loren. In such a night Did Iessica steale from the wealthy Iewe And with an Vnthrift Loue did runne from Venice As farre as Belmont Ies In such a night Did young Lorenzo sweare he lou'd her well Stealing her soule with many vowes of faith And nere a true one Loren. In such a night Did pretty Iessica like a little shrow Slander her Loue and he forgaue it her Iessi I would out-night you did no body come But harke I heare the footing of a man Enter Messenger Lor. Who comes so fast in silence of the night Mes A friend Loren. A friend what friend your name I pray you friend Mes Stephano is my name and I bring word My Mistresse will before the breake of day Be heere at Belmont she doth stray about By holy crosses where she kneeles and prayes For happy wedlocke houres Loren. Who comes with her Mes None but a holy Hermit and her maid I pray you it my Master yet rnturn'd Loren. He is not nor we haue not heard from him But goe we in I pray thee Iessica And ceremoniously let vs vs prepare Some welcome for the Mistresse of the house Enter Clowne Clo. Sola sola wo ha ho sola sola Loren. Who calls Clo. Sola did you see M. Lorenzo M. Lorenzo sola sola Lor. Leaue hollowing man heere Clo. Sola where where Lor. Heere Clo Tel him ther 's a Post come from my Master with his horne full of good newes my Master will be here ere morning sweet soule Loren. Let 's in and there expect their comming And yet no matter why should we goe in My friend Stephen signifie pray you Within the house your Mistresse is at hand And bring your musique foorth into the ayre How sweet the moone-light sleepes vpon this banke Heere will we sit and let the sounds of musicke Creepe in our eares soft stilnes and the night Become the tutches of sweet harmonie Sit Iessica looke how the floore of heauen Is thicke inlayed with pattens of bright gold There 's not the smallest or be which thou beholdst But in his motion like an Angell sings Still quiring to the young eyed Cherubins Such harmonie is in immortall soules But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grosly close in it we cannot heare it Come hoe and wake Diana with a hymne With sweetest tutches pearce your Mistresse eare And draw her home with musicke Iessi I am neuer merry when I heare sweet musique Play musicke Lor. The reason is your spirits are attentiue For doe but note a wilde and wanton heard Or race of youthful and vnhandled colts Fetching mad bounds bellowing and neighing loud Which is the hot condition of their bloud If they but heare perchance a trumpet sound Or any ayre of musicke touch their eares You shall perceiue them make a mutuall stand Their sauage eyes turn'd to a modest gaze By the sweet power of musicke therefore the Poet Did faine that Orpheus drew trees stones and floods Since naught so stockish hard and full of rage But musicke for time doth change his nature The man that hath no musicke in himselfe Nor is not moued with concord of sweet sounds Is fit for treasons stratagems and spoyles The motions of his spirit are dull as night And his affections darke as Erobus Let no such man be trusted marke the musicke Enter Portia and Nerrissa Por. That light we see is burning in my hall How farre that little candell throwes his beames So shines a good deed in a naughty world Ner. When the moone shone we did not see the candle Por. So doth the greater glory dim the lesse A substitute shines brightly as a King Vntill a King be by and then his state Empties it selfe as doth an inland brooke Into the maine of waters musique harke Musicke Ner. It is your musicke Madame of the house Por. Nothing is good I see without respect Methinkes it sounds much sweeter then by day Ner. Silence bestowes that vertue on it Madam Por. The Crow doth sing as sweetly as the Larke When neither is attended and I thinke The Nightingale if she should sing by day When euery Goose is cackling would be thought No better a Musitian then the Wren How many things by season season'd are To their right praise and true perfection Peace how the Moone sleepes with Endimion And would not be awak'd Musicke ceases Lor. That is the voice Or I am much deceiu'd of Portia Por. He knowes me as the blinde man knowes the Cuckow by the bad voice Lor. Deere Lady welcome home Por. We haue bene praying for our husbands welfare Which speed we hope the better for our words Are they return'd Lor. Madam they are not yet But there is come a Messenger before To signifie their comming Por. Go in Nerrissa Giue order to my seruants that they take No note at all of our being absent hence Nor you Lorenzo Iessica nor you A Tucket sounds Lor. Your husband is at hand I heare his Trumpet We are no tell-tales Madam feare you not Por. This night methinkes is but the daylight sicke It lookes a little paler 't is a day Such as the day is when the Sun is hid Enter Bassanio Anthonio Gratiano and their Followers Bas We should hold day with the Antipodes If you would walke in absence of the sunne Por. Let me giue light but let me not be light For a light wife doth make a heauie husband And neuer be Bassanio so for me But God sort all you are welcome home my Lord. Bass I thanke you Madam giue welcom to my friend This is the man this is Anthonio To whom I am so infinitely bound Por. You should in all sence be much bound to him For as I heare he was much bound for you Anth. No more then I am wel acquitted of Por. Sir you are verie welcome to our house It must appear in other waies then words Therefore I scant this breathing curtesie Gra. By yonder Moone I sweare you do me wrong In faith I gaue it to the Iudges Clearke Would he were gelt that had it for my part Since you do take it Loue so much at hart Por. A quarrel hoe alreadie what 's the matter Gra. About a hoope of Gold a paltry Ring That she did giue me whose Poesie was For all the world like Cutlers Poetry Vpon a knife Loue mee and leaue mee not Ner. What talke you of the Poesie or the valew You swore to me when I did giue it you That you would weare it til the houre of death And that it should lye with you in your graue Though not for me yet for
of the antique world When seruice sweate for dutie not for meede Thou art not for the fashion of these times Where none will sweate but for promotion And hauing that do choake their seruice vp Euen with the hauing it is not so with thee But poore old man thou prun'st a rotten tree That cannot so much as a blossome yeelde In lieu of all thy paines and husbandrie But come thy waies wee le goe along together And ere we haue thy youthfull wages spent Wee le light vpon some setled low content Ad. Master goe on and I will follow thee To the last gaspe with truth and loyaltie From seauentie yeeres till now almost fourescore Here liued I but now liue here no more At seauenteene yeeres many their fortunes seeke But at fourescore it is too late a weeke Yet fortune cannot recompence me better Then to die well and not my Masters debter Exeunt Scena Quarta Enter Rosaline for Ganimod Celia for Aliena and Clowne alias Touchstone Ros O Iupiter how merry are my spirits Clo. I care not for my spirits if my legges were not wearie Ros I could finde in my heart to disgrace my mans apparell and to cry like a woman but I must comfort the weaker vessell as doublet and hose ought to show it selfe coragious to petty-coate therefore courage good Aliena Cel. I pray you beare with me I cannot goe no further Clo. For my part I had rather beare with you then beare you yet I should beare no crosse if I did beare you for I thinke you haue no money in your purse Ros Well this is the Forrest of Arden Clo. I now am I in Arden the more foole I when I was at home I was in a better place but Trauellers must be content Enter Corin and Siluius Ros I be so good Touchstone Look you who comes here a yong man and an old in solemne talke Cor. That is the way to make her scorne you still Sil. Oh Corin that thou knew'st how I do loue her Cor. I partly guesse for I haue lou'd ere now Sil. No Corin being old thou canst not guesse Though in thy youth thou wast as true a louer As euer sigh'd vpon a midnight pillow But if thy loue were euer like to mine As sure I thinke did neuer man loue so How many actions most ridiculous Hast thou beene drawne to by thy fantasie Cor. Into a thousand that I haue forgotten Sil. Oh thou didst then neuer loue so hartily If thou remembrest not the slightest folly That euer loue did make thee run into Thou hast not lou'd Or if thou hast not sat as I doe now Wearing thy hearer in thy Mistris praise Thou hast not lou'd Or if thou hast not broke from companie Abruptly as my passion now makes me Thou hast not lou'd O Phebe Phebe Phebe Exit Ros Alas poore Shepheard searching of they would I haue by hard aduenture found mine owne Clo. And I mine I remember when I was in loue I broke my sword vpon a stone and bid him take that for comming a night to Iane Smile and I remember the kissing of her batler and the Cowes dugs that her prettie chopt hands had milk'd and I remember the wooing of a peascod instead of her from whom I tooke two cods and giuing her them againe said with weeping teares weare these for my sake wee that are true Louers runne into strange capers but as all is mortall in nature so is all nature in loue mortall in folly Ros Thou speak'st wiser then thou art ware of Clo. Nay I shall nere be ware of mine owne wit till I breake my shins against it Ros Ioue Ioue this Shepherds passion Is much vpon my fashion Clo. And mine but it growes something stale with mee Cel. I pray you one of you question yon'd man If he for gold will giue vs any foode I faint almost to death Clo. Holla you Clowne Ros Peace foole he 's not thy kinsman Cor. Who cals Clo. Your betters Sir Cor. Else are they very wretched Ros Peace I say good euen to your friend Cor. And to you gentle Sir and to you all Ros I prethee Shepheard if that loue or gold Can in this desert place buy entertainment Bring vs where we may rest our selues and feed Here 's a yong maid with trauaile much oppressed And faints for succour Cor. Faire Sir I pittie her And wish for her sake more then for mine owne My fortunes were more able to releeue her But I am shepheard to another man And do not sheere the Fleeces that I graze My master is of churlish disposition And little wreakes to finde the way to heauen By doing deeds of hospitalitie Besides his Coate his Flockes and bounds of feede Are now on sale and at our sheep-coat now By reason of his absence there is nothing That you will feed on but what is come see And in my voice most welcome shall you be Ros What is he that shall buy his flocke and pasture Cor. That yong Swaine that you saw heere but erewhile That little cares for buying any thing Ros I pray thee if it stand with honestie Buy thou the Cottage pasture and the flocke And thou shalt haue to pay for it of vs. Cel. And we will mend thy wages I like this place and willingly could Waste my time in it Cor. Assuredly the thing is to be sold Go with me if you like vpon report The soile the profit and this kinde of life I will your very faithfull Feeder be And buy it with your Gold right sodainly Exeunt Scena Quinta Enter Amyens Iaques others Song Vnder the greene wood tree who loues to lye with mee And turne his merrie Note vnto the sweet Birds throte Come hither come hither come hither Heere shall he see no enemie But Winter and rough Weather Iaq. More more I pre'thee more Amy. It will make you melancholly Monsieur Iaques Iaq. I thanke it More I prethee more I can sucke melancholly out of a song As a Weazel suckes egges More I pre'thee more Amy. My voice is ragged I know I cannot please you Iaq. I do not desire you to please me I do desire you to sing Come more another stanzo Cal you 'em stanzo's Amy. What you wil Monsieur Iaques Iaq. Nay I care not for their names they owe mee nothing Wil you sing Amy. More at your request then to please my selfe Iaq. Well then if euer I thanke any man I le thanke you but that they cal complement is like th' encounter of two dog-Apes And when a man thankes me hartily me thinkes I haue giuen him a penie and he renders me the beggerly thankes Come sing and you that wil not hold your tongues Amy. Wel I le end the song Sirs couer the while the Duke wil drinke vnder this tree he hath bin all this day to looke you Iaq. And I haue bin all this day to auoid him He is too disputeable for my companie I thinke of as
of woman i st Vio Of your complection Du. She is not worth thee then What yeares ifaith Vio. About your yeeres my Lord. Du. Too old by heauen Let still the woman take An elder then her selfe so weares she to him So swayes she leuell in her husbands heart For boy howeuer we do praise our seiues Our fancies are more giddie and vnfirme More longing wauering sooner lost and worne Then womens are Vio I thinke it well my Lord. Du. Then let thy Loue be yonger then thy selfe Or thy affection cannot hold the bent For women are as Roses whose faire flowre Being once displaid doth fall that verie howre Vio. And so they are alas that they are so To die euen when they to perfection grow Enter Curio Clowne Du. O fellow come the song we had last night Marke it Cesario it is old and plaine The Spinsters and the Knitters in the Sun And the free maides that weaue their thred with bones Do vse to chaunt it it is silly sooth And dallies with the innocence of loue Like the old age Clo. Are you ready Sir Duke I prethee sing Musicke The Song Come away come away death And in sad cypresse let me be laide Fye away fie away breath I am slaine by a faire cruell maide My shrowd of white stuck all with Ew O prepare it My part of death no one so true did share it Not a flower not a flower sweete On my blacke coffin let there be strewne Not a friend not a friend greet My poore corpes where my bones shall be throwne A thousand thousand sighes to saue lay me ô where Sad true louer neuer find my graue to weepe there Du. There 's for thy paines Clo. No paines sir I take pleasure in singing sir Du. I le pay thy pleasure then Clo. Truely sir and pleasure will be paide one time or another Du. Giue me now leaue to leaue thee Clo. Now the melancholly God protect thee and the Tailor make thy doublet of changeable Taffata for thy minde is a very Opall I would haue men of such constancie put to Sea that their businesse might be euery thing and their intent euerie where for that 's it that alwayes makes a good voyage of nothing Farewell Exit Du. Let all the rest giue place Once more Cesario Get thee to yond same soueraigne crueltie Tell her my loue more noble then the world Prizes not quantitie of dirtie lands The parts that fortune hath bestow'd vpon her Tell her I hold as giddily as Fortune But 't is that miracle and Queene of Iems That nature prankes her in attracts my soule Vio. But if she cannot loue you sir Du. It cannot be so answer'd Vio. Sooth but you must Say that some Lady as perhappes there is Hath for your loue as great a pang of heart As you haue for Oliuia you cannot loue her You tel her so Must she not then be answer'd Du. There is no womans sides Can bide the beating of so strong a passion As loue doth giue my heart no womans heart So bigge to hold so much they lacke retention Alas their loue may be call'd appetite No motion of the Liuer but the Pallat That suffer surfet cloyment and reuolt But mine is all as hungry as the Sea And can digest as much make no compare Betweene that loue a woman can beare me And that I owe Oliuia Vio I but I know Du. What dost thou knowe Vio Too well what loue women to men may owe In faith they are as true of heart as we My Father had a daughter lou'd a man As it might be perhaps were I a woman I should your Lordship Du. And what 's her history Vio. A blanke my Lord she neuer told her loue But let concealment like a worme i' th budde Feede on her damaske cheeke she pin'd in thought And with a greene and yellow melancholly She sate like Patience on a Monument Smiling at greefe Was not this loue indeede We men may say more sweare more but indeed Our shewes are more then will for still we proue Much in our vowes but little in our loue Du. But di'de thy sister of her loue my Boy Vio. I am all the daughters of my Fathers house And all the brothers too and yet I know not Sir shall I to this Lady Du. I that 's the Theame To her in haste giue her this Iewell say My loue can giue no place bide no denay exeunt Scena Quinta Enter Sir Toby Sir Andrew and Fabian To. Come thy wayes Signior Fabian Fab. Nay I le come if I loose a scruple of this sport let me be boyl'd to death with Melancholly To. Wouldst thou not be glad to haue the niggardly Rascally sheepe-biter come by some notable shame Fa. I would exult man you know he brought me out o' fauour with my Lady about a Beare-baiting heere To. To anger him wee 'l haue the Beare againe and we will foole him blacke and blew shall we not sir Andrew An. And we do not it is pittie of our liues Enter Maria. To. Heere comes the little villaine How now my Mettle of India Mar. Get ye all three into the box tree Maluolio's comming downe this walke he has beene yonder i' the Sunne practising behauiour to his own shadow this halfe houre obserue him for the loue of Mockerie for I know this Letter wil make a contemplatiue Ideot of him Close in the name of ieasting lye thou there for heere comes the Trowt that must be caught with tickling Exit Enter Maluolio Mal. 'T is but Fortune all is fortune Maria once told me she did affect me and I haue heard her self come thus neere that should shee fancie it should bee one of my complection Besides she vses me with a more exalted respect then any one else that followes her What should I thinke on 't To. Heere 's an ouer-weening rogue Fa. Oh peace Contemplation makes a rare Turkey Cocke of him how he iets vnder his aduanc'd plumes And. Slight I could so beate the Rogue To. Peace I say Mal. To be Count Maluolio To. Ah Rogue An. Pistoll him pistoll him To. Peace peace Mal. There is example for 't The Lady of the Strachy married the yeoman of the wardrobe An. Fie on him Iezabel Fa. O peace now he 's deepely in looke how imagination blowes him Mal. Hauing beene three moneths married to her sitting in my state To. O for a stone-bow to hit him in the eye Mal. Calling my Officers about me in my branch'd Veluet gowne hauing come from a day bedde where I haue left Oliuia sleeping To. Fire and Brimstone Fa. O peace peace Mal. And then to haue the humor of state and after a demure trauaile of regard telling them I knowe my place as I would they should doe theirs to aske for my kinsman Toby To. Boltes and shackles Fa. Oh peace peace peace now now Mal. Seauen of my people with an obedient start make out for him I frowne the while and perchance winde vp
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
Without a tongue vsing conceit alone Without eyes eares and harmefull sound of words Then in despight of brooded watchfull day I would into thy bosome poure my thoughts But ah I will not yet I loue thee well And by my troth I thinke thou lou'st me well Hub. So well that what you bid me vndertake Though that my death were adiunct to my Act By heauen I would doe it Iohn Doe not I know thou wouldst Good Hubert Hubert Hubert throw thine eye On you young boy I le tell thee what my friend He is a very serpent in my way And wheresoere this foot of mine doth tread He lies before me dost thou vnderstand me Thou art his keeper Hub. And I le keepe him so That he shall not offend your Maiesty Iohn Death Hub. My Lord. Iohn A Graue Hub. He shall not liue Iohn Enough I could be merry now Hubert I loue thee Well I le not say what I intend for thee Remember Madam Fare you well I le send those powers o're to your Maiesty Ele. My blessing goe with thee Iohn For England Cosen goe Hubert shall be your man attend on you Withal true duetie On toward Callice hoa Exeunt Scaena Tertia Enter France Dolphin Pandulpho Attendants Fra. So by a roaring Tempest on the flood A whole Armado of conuicted saile Is scattered and dis-ioyn'd from fellowship Pand. Courage and comfort all shall yet goe well Fra. What can goe well when we haue runne so ill Are we not beaten Is not Angiers lost Arthur tane prisoner diuers deere friends slaine And bloudy England into England gone Ore-bearing interruption spight of France Dol. What he hath won that hath he fortified So hot a speed with such aduice dispos'd Such temperate order in so fierce a cause Doth want example who hath read or heard Of any kindred-action like to this Fra. Well could I beare that England had this praise So we could finde some patterne of our shame Enter Constance Looke who comes heere a graue vnto a soule Holding th' eternall spirit against her will In the vilde prison of afflicted breath I prethee Lady goe away with me Con. Lo now now see the issue of your peace Fra. Patience good Lady comfort gentle Constance Con. No I defie all Counsell all redresse But that which ends all counsell true Redresse Death death O amiable louely death Thou odoriferous stench sound rottennesse Arise forth from the couch of lasting night Thou hate and terror to prosperitie And I will kisse thy detestable bones And put my eye-balls in thy vaultie browes And ring these fingers with thy houshold wormes And stop this gap of breath with fulsome dust And be a Carrion Monster like thy selfe Come grin on me and I will thinke thou smil'st And busse thee as thy wife Miseries Loue O come to me Fra. O faire affliction peace Con. No no I will not hauing breath to cry O that my tongue were in the thunders mouth Then with a passion would I shake the world And rowze from sleepe that fell Anatomy Which cannot heare a Ladies feeble voyce Which scornes a moderne Inuocation Pand. Lady you vtter madnesse and not sorrow Con. Thou art holy to belye me so I am not mad this haire I teare is mine My name is Constance I was Gâ—ffreyes wife Yong Arthur is my sonne and he is lost I am not mad I would to heauen I were For then 't is like I should forget my selfe O if I could what griefe should I forget Preach some Philosophy to make me mad And thou shalt be Canoniz'd Cardinall For being not mad but sensible of greefe My reasonable part produces reason How I may be deliuer'd of these woes And teaches mee to kill or hang my selfe If I were mad I should forget my sonne Or madly thinke a babe of clowes were he I am not mad too well too well I feele The different plague of each calamitie Fra. Binde vp those tresses O what loue I note In the faire multitude of â—hose her haires Where but by chance a siluer drop hath falne Euen to that drop ten thousand wiery fiends Doe glew themselues in sociable griefe Like true inseparable faithfull loues Sticking together in calamitie Con. To England if you will Fra. Binde vp your haires Con. Yes that I will and wherefore will I do it I tore them from their bonds and cride aloud O that these hands could so redeeme my sonne As they haue giuen these hayres their libertie But now I enuie at their libertie And will againe commit them to their bonds Because my poore childe is a prisoner And Father Cardinall I haue heard you say That we shall see and know our friends in heauen If that be true I shall see my boy againe For since the birth of Caine the first male-childe To him that did but yesterday suspire There was not such a gracious creature borne But now will Canker-sorrow eat my bud And chase the natiue beauty from his cheeke And he will looke as hollow as a Ghost As dim and meager as an Agues fitte And so hee 'll dye and rising so againe When I shall meet him in the Court of heauen I shall not know him therefore neuer neuer Must I behold my pretty Arthur more Pand. You hold too heynous a respect of greefe Const He talkes to me that neuer had a sonne Fra. You are as fond of greefe as of your childe Con. Greefe fils the roome vp of my absent childe Lies in his bed walkes vp and downe with me Puts on his pretty lookes repeats his words Remembets me of all his gracious parts Stuffes out his vacant garments with his forme Then haue I reason to be fond of griefe Fareyouwell had you such a losse as I I could giue better comfort then you doe I will not keepe this forme vpon my head When there is such disorder in my witte O Lord my boy my Arthur my faire sonne My life my ioy my food my all the world My widow-comfort and my sorrowes cure Exit Fra. I feare some out-rage and I le follow her Exit Dol. There 's nothing in this world can make me ioy Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale Vexing the dull eare of a drowsie man And bitter shame hath spoyl'd the sweet words taste That it yeelds nought but shame and bitternesse Pand. Before the curing of a strong disease Euen in the instant of repaire and health The fit is strongest Euils that take leaue On their departure most of all shew euill What haue you lost by losing of this day Dol. All daies of glory ioy and happinesse Pan. If you had won it certainely you had No no when Fortune meanes to men most good Shee lookes vpon them with a threatning eye 'T is strange to thinke how much King Iohn hath lost In this which he accounts so clearely wonne Are not you grieu'd that Arthur is his prisoner Dol. As heartily as he is glad he hath him Pan. Your minde is all as youthfull as
he is dead See what a ready tongue Suspition hath He that but feares the thing he would not know Hath by Instinct knowledge from others Eyes That what he feard is chanc'd Yet speake Morton Tell thou thy Earle his Diuination Lies And I will take it as a sweet Disgrace And make thee rich for doing me such wrong Mor. You are too great to be by me gainsaid Your Spirit is too true your Feares too certaine North. Yet for all this say not that Percies dead I see a strange Confession in thine Eye Thou shak'st thy head and hold'st it Feare or Sinne To speake a truth If he be slaine say so The Tongue offends not that reports his death And he doth sinne that doth belye the dead Not he which sayes the dead is not aliue Yet the first bringer of vnwelcome Newes Hath but a loosing Office and his Tongue Sounds euer after as a sullen Bell Remembred knolling a departing Friend L. Bar. I cannot thinke my Lord your son is dead Mor. I am sorry I should force you to beleeue That which I would to heauen I had not seene But these mine eyes saw him in bloody state Rend'ring faint quittance wearied and out-breath'd To Henrie Monmouth whose swift wrath beate downe The neuer-daunted Percie to the earth From whence with life he neuer more sprung vp In few his death whose spirit lent a fire Euen to the dullest Peazant in his Campe Being bruited once tooke fire and heate away From the best temper'd Courage in his Troopes For from his Mettle was his Party steel'd Which once in him abated all the rest Turn'd on themselues like dull and heauy Lead And as the Thing that 's heauy in it selfe Vpon enforcement flyes with greatest speede So did our Men heauy in Hotspurres losse Lend to this weight such lightnesse with their Feare That Arrowes fled not swifter toward their ayme Then did our Soldiers ayming at their safety Fly from the field Then was that Noble Worcester Too soone ta'ne prisoner and that furious Scot The bloody Dowglas whose well-labouring sword Had three times slaine th' appearance of the King Gan vaile his stomacke and did grace the shame Of those that turn'd their backes and in his flight Stumbling in Feare was tooke The summe of all Is that the King hath wonne and hath sent out A speedy power to encounter you my Lord Vnder the Conduct of yong Lancaster And Westmerland This is the Newes at full North. For this I shall haue time enough to mourne In Poyson there is Physicke and this newes Hauing beene well that would haue made me sicke Being sicke haue in some measure made me well And as the Wretch whose Feauer-weakned ioynts Like strengthlesse Hindges buckle vnder life Impatient of his Fit breakes like a fire Out of his keepers armes Euen so my Limbes Weak'ned with greefe being now inrag'd with greefe Are thrice themselues Hence therefore thou nice crutch A scalie Gauntlet now with ioynts of Steele Must gloue this hand And hence thou sickly Quoife Thou art a guard too wanton for the head Which Princes flesh'd with Conquest ayme to hit Now binde my Browes with Iron and approach The ragged'st houre that Time and Spight dare bring To frowne vpon th' enrag'd Northumberland Let Heauen kisse Earth now let not Natures hand Keepe the wilde Flood confin'd Let Order dye And let the world no longer be a stage To feede Contention in a ling'ring Act But let one spirit of the First-borne Caine Reigne in all bosomes that each heart being set On bloody Courses the rude Scene may end And darknesse be the burier of the dead L. Bar. Sweet Earle diuorce not wisedom from your Honor. Mor. The liues of all your louing Complices Leane-on your health the which if you giue o're To stormy Passion must perforce decay You cast th' euent of Warre my Noble Lord And summ'd the accompt of Chance before you said Let vs make head It was your presurmize That in the dole of blowes your Son might drop You knew he walk'd o're perils on an edge More likely to fall in then to get o're You were aduis'd his flesh was capeable Of Wounds and Scarres and that his forward Spirit Would lift him where most trade of danger rang'd Yet did you say go forth and none of this Though strongly apprehended could restraine The stiffe-borne Action What hath then befalne Or what hath this bold enterprize bring forth More then that Being which was like to be L. Bar. We all that are engaged to this losse Knew that we ventur'd on such dangerous Seas That if we wrought out life was ten to one And yet we ventur'd for the gaine propos'd Choak'd the respect of likely perill fear'd And since we are o're-set venture againe Come we will all put forth Body and Goods Mor. 'T is more then time And my most Noble Lord I heare for certaine and do speake the truth The gentle Arch-bishop of Yorke is vp With well appointed Powres he is a man Who with a double Surety bindes his Followers My Lord your Sonne had onely but the Corpes But shadowes and the shewes of men to fight For that same word Rebellion did diuide The action of their bodies from their soules And they did fight with queasinesse constrain'd As men drinke Potions that their Weapons only Seem'd on our side but for their Spirits and Soules This word Rebellion it had froze them vp As Fish are in a Pond But now the Bishop Turnes Insurrection to Religion Suppos'd sincere and holy in his Thoughts He 's follow'd both with Body and with Minde And doth enlarge his Rising with the blood Of faire King Richard scrap'd from Pomfret stones Deriues from heauen his Quarrell and his Cause Tels them he doth bestride a bleeding Land Gasping for life vnder great Bullingbrooke And more and lesse do flocke to follow him North. I knew of this before But to speake truth This present greefe had wip'd it from my minde Go in with me and councell euery man The aptest way for safety and reuenge Get Posts and Letters and make Friends with speed Neuer so few nor neuer yet more need Exeunt Scena Tertia Enter Falstaffe and Page Fal. Sirra you giant what saies the Doct. to my water Pag. He said sir the water it selfe was a good healthy water but for the party that ow'd it he might haue more diseases then he knew for Fal. Men of all sorts take a pride to gird at mee the braine of this foolish compounded Clay-man is not able to inuent any thing that tends to laughter more then I inuent or is inuented on me I am not onely witty in my selfe but the cause that wit is in other men I doe heere walke before thee like a Sow that hath o'rewhelm'd all her Litter but one If the Prince put thee into my Seruice for any other reason then to set mee off why then I haue no iudgement Thou horson Mandrake thou art fitter to be worne in my
demeanure in great sorrow That Tyranny which neuer quafft but blood Would by beholding him haue wash'd his Knife With gentle eye-drops Hee is comming hither King But wherefore did hee take away the Crowne Enter Prince Henry Loe where hee comes Come hither to me Harry Depart the Chamber leaue vs heere alone Exit P. Hen. I neuer thought to heare you speake againe King Thy wish was Father Harry to that thought I stay too long by thee I wearie thee Do'st thou so hunger for my emptie Chayre That thou wilt needes inuest thee with mine Honors Before thy howre be ripe O foolish Youth Thou seek'st the Greatnesse that will ouer-whelme thee Stay but a little for my Cloud of Dignitie Is held from falling with so weake a winde That it will quickly drop my Day is dimme Thou hast stolne that which after some few howres Were thine without offence and at my death Thou hast seal'd vp my expectation Thy Life did manifest thou lou'dst me not And thou wilt haue me dye assur'd of it Thou hid'st a thousand Daggers in thy thoughts Which thou hast whetted on thy stonie heart To stab at halfe an howre of my Life What canst thou not forbeare me halfe an howre Then get thee gone and digge my graue thy selfe And bid the merry Bels ring to thy care That thou art Crowned not that I am dead Let all the Teares that should be dew my Hearse Be drops of Balme to sanctifie thy head Onely compound me with forgotten dust Giue that which gaue thee life vnto the Wormes Plucke downe my Officers breake my Decrees For now a time is come to mocke at Forme Henry the fift is Crown'd Vp Vanity Downe Royall State All you sage Counsailors hence And to the English Court assemble now From eu'ry Region Apes of Idlenesse Now neighbor-Confines purge you of your Scum Haue you a Ruffian that swill sweare drinke dance Reuell the night Rob Murder and commit The oldest sinnes the newest kinde of wayes Be happy he will trouble you no more England shall double gill'd His trebble guilt England shall giue him Office Honor Might For the Fift Harry from curb'd License pluckes The muzzle of Restraint and the wilde Dogge Shall flesh his tooth in euery Innocent O my poore Kingdome sicke with ciuill blowes When that my Care could not with-hold thy Ryots What wilt thou do when Ryot is thy Care O thou wilt be a Wildernesse againe Peopled with Wolues thy old Inhabitants Prince O pardon me my Liege But for my Teares The most Impediments vnto my Speech I had fore-stall'd this deere and deepe Rebuke Ere you with greefe had spoke and I had heard The course of it so farre There is your Crowne And he that weares the Crowne immortally Long guard it yours If I affect it more Then as your Honour and as your Renowne Let me no more from this Obedience rise Which my most true and inward duteous Spirit Teacheth this prostrate and exteriour bending Heauen witnesse with me when I heere came in And found no course of breath within your Maiestie How cold it strooke my heart If I do faine O let me in my present wildenesse dye And neuer liue to shew th' incredulous World The Noble change that I haue purposed Comming to looke on you thinking you dead And dead almost my Liege to thinke you were I spake vnto the Crowne as hauing sense And thus vpbraided it The Care on thee depending Hath fed vpon the body of my Father Therefore thou best of Gold art worst of Gold Other lesse fine in Charâ—act is more precious Preseruing life in Medâ—cine potable But thou most Fine most Honour'd most Renown'd Hast eate the Bearer vp Thus my Royall Liege Accusing it I put it on my Head To try with it as with an Enemie That had before my face murdred my Father The Quarrell of a true Inheritor But if it did infect my blood with Ioy Or swell my Thoughts to any straine of Pride If any Rebell or vaine spirit of mine Did with the least Affection of a Welcome Giue entertainment to the might of it Let heauen for euer keepe it from my head And make me as the poorest Vassaile is That doth with awe and terror kneele to it King O my Sonne Heauen put it in thy minde to take it hence That thou might'st ioyne the more thy Fathers loue Pleading so wisely in excuse of it Come hither Harrie sit thou by my bedde And heare I thinke the very latest Counsell That euer I shall breath Heauen knowes my Sonne By what by-pathes and indirect crook'd-wayes I met this Crowne and I my selfe know well How troublesome it sate vpon my head To thee it shall descend with better Quiet Better Opinion better Confirmation For all the soyle of the Atchieuement goes With me into the Earth It seem'd in mee But as an Honour snatch'd with boyst'rous hand And I had many liuing to vpbraide My gaine of it by their Assistances Which dayly grew to Quarrell and to Blood-shed Wounding supposed Peace All these bold Feares Thou seest with perill I haue answered For all my Reigne hath beene but as a Scene Acting that argument And now my death Changes the Moode For what in me was purchas'd Falles vpon thee in a more Fayrer sort So thou the Garland wear'st successiuely Yet though thou stand'st more sure then I could do Thou art-not firme enough since greefes are greene And all thy Friends which thou must make thy Friends Haue but their stings and teeth newly tak'n out By whose fell working I was first aduanc'd And by whose power I well might lodge a Feare To be againe displac'd Which to auoyd I cut them off and had a purpose now To leade out many to the Holy Land Least rest and lying still might make them looke Too neere vnto my State Therefore my Harrie Be it thy course to busie giddy Mindes With Forraigne Quarrels that Action hence borne out May waste the memory of the former dayes More would I but my Lungs are wasted so That strength of Speech is vtterly deni'de mee How I came by the Crowne O heauen forgiue And grant it may with thee in true peace liue Prince My gracious Liege You wonne it wore it kept it gaue it me Then plaine and right must my possession be Which I with more then with a Common paine ' Gainst all the World will rightfully maintaine Enter Lord Iohn of Lancaster and Warwicke King Looke looke Heere comes my Iohn of Lancaster Iohn Health Peace and Happinesse To my Royall Father King Thou bring'st me happinesse and Peace Sonne Iohn But health alacke with youthfull wings is flowne From this bare wither'd Trunke Vpon thy sight My worldly businesse makes a period Where is my Lord of Warwicke 〈◊〉 My Lord of Warwicke â—ng Doth any name particular belong 〈◊〉 â—he Lodging where I first did swoon'd â—r 'T is call'd Ierusalem my Noble Lord. â—iâ—g Laud be to heauen Euâ— there my life must end It hath beene prophesi'de to
restor'd thou art a Yeoman Yorke My Father was attached not attainted Condemn'd to dye for Treason but no Traytor And that I le proue on better men then Somerset Were growing time once ripened to my will For your partaker Poole and you your selfe I le note you in my Booke of Memorie To scourge you for this apprehension Looke to it well and say you are well warn'd Som. Ah thou shalt finde vs ready for thee still And know vs by these Colours for thy Foes For these my friends in spight of thee shall weare Yorke And by my Soule this pale and angry Rose As Cognizance of my blood-drinking hate Will I for euer and my Faction weare Vntill it wither with me to my Graue Or flourish to the height of my Degree Suff. Goe forward and be choak'd with thy ambition And so farwell vntill I meet thee next Exit Som. Haue with thee Poole Farwell ambitious Richard Exit Yorke How I am brau'd and must perforce endure it Warw. This blot that they obiect against your House Shall be whipt out in the next Parliament Call'd for the Truce of Winchester and Gloucester And if thou be not then created Yorke I will not liue to be accounted Warwicke Meane time in signall of my loue to thee Against prowd Somerset and William Poole Will I vpon thy partie weare this Rose And here I prophecie this brawle to day Growne to this faction in the Temple Garden Shall send betweene the Red-Rose and the White A thousand Soules to Death and deadly Night Yorke Good Master Vernon I am bound to you That you on my behalfe would pluck a Flower Ver. In your behalfe still will I weare the same Lawyer And so will I. Yorke Thankes gentle Come let vs foure to Dinner I dare say This Quarrell will drinke Blood another day Exeunt Enter Mortimer brought in a Chayre and Iaylors Mort. Kind Keepers of my weake decaying Age Let dying Mortimer here rest himselfe Euen like a man new haled from the Wrack So fare my Limbes with long Imprisonment And these gray Locks the Pursuiuants of death Nestor-like aged in an Age of Care Argue the end of Edmund Mortimer These Eyes like Lampes whose wasting Oyle is spent Waxe dimme as drawing to their Exigent Weake Shoulders ouer-borne with burthening Griefe And pyth-lesse Armes like to a withered Vine That droupes his sappe-lesse Branches to the ground Yet are these Feet whose strength-lesse stay is numme Vnable to support this Lumpe of Clay Swift-winged with desire to get a Graue As witting I no other comfort haue But tell me Keeper will my Nephew come Keeper Richard Plantagenet my Lord will come We sent vnto the Temple vnto his Chamber And answer was return'd that he will come Mort. Enough my Soule shall then be satisfied Poore Gentleman his wrong doth equall mine Since Henry Monmouth first began to reigne Before whose Glory I was great in Armes This loathsome sequestration haue I had And euen since then hath Richard beene obscur'd Depriu'd of Honor and Inheritance But now the Arbitrator of Despaires Iust Death kinde Vmpire of mens miseries With sweet enlargement doth dismisse me hence I would his troubles likewise were expir'd That so he might recouer what was lost Enter Richard Keeper My Lord your louing Nephew now is come Mor. Richard Plantagenet my friend is he come Rich. I Noble Vnckle thus ignobly vs'd Your Nephew late despised Richard comes Mort. Direct mine Armes I may embrace his Neck And in his Bosome spend my latter gaspe Oh tell me when my Lippes doe touch his Cheekes That I may kindly giue one fainting Kisse And now declare sweet Stem from Yorkes great Stock Why didst thou say of late thou wert despis'd Rich. First leane thine aged Back against mine Arme And in that ease I le tell thee my Disease This day in argument vpon a Case Some words there grew 'twixt Somerset and me Among which tearmes he vs'd his lauish tongue And did vpbrayd me with my Fathers death Which obloquie set barres before my tongue Else with the like I had requited him Therefore good Vnckle for my Fathers sake In honor of a true Plantagenet And for Alliance sake declare the cause My Father Earle of Cambridge lost his Head Mort. That cause faire Nephew that imprison'd me And hath detayn'd me all my flowring Youth Within a loathsome Dungeon there to pyne Was cursed Instrument of his decease Rich. Discouer more at large what cause that was For I am ignorant and cannot guesse Mort. I will if that my fading breath permit And Death approach not ere my Tale be done Henry the Fourth Grandfather to this King Depos'd his Nephew Richard Edwards Sonne The first begotten and the lawfull Heire Of Edward King the Third of that Descent During whose Reigne the Percies of the North Finding his Vsurpation most vniust Endeuour'd my aduancement to the Throne The reason mou'd these Warlike Lords to this Was for that young Richard thus remou'd Leauing no Heire begotten of his Body I was the next by Birth and Parentage For by my Mother I deriued am From Lionel Duke of Clarence third Sonne To King Edward the Third whereas hee From Iohn of Gaunt doth bring his Pedigree Being but fourth of that Heroick Lyne But marke as in this haughtie great attempt They laboured to plant the rightfull Heire I lost my Libertie and they their Liues Long after this when Henry the Fift Succeeding his Father Bullingbrooke did reigne Thy Father Earle of Cambridge then deriu'd From famous Edmund Langley Duke of Yorke Marrying my Sister that thy Mother was Againe in pitty of my hard distresse Leuied an Army weening to redeeme And haue install'd me in the Diademe But as the rest so fell that Noble Earle And was beheaded Thus the Mortimers In whom the Title rested were supprest Rich. Of which my Lord your Honor is the last Mort. True and thou seest that I no Issue haue And that my fainting words doe warrant death Thou art my Heire the rest I wish thee gather But yet be wary in thy studious care Rich. Thy graue admonishments preuayle with me But yet me thinkes my Fathers execution Was nothing lesse then bloody Tyranny Mort. With silence Nephew be thou pollitick Strong fixed is the House of Lancaster And like a Mountaine not to be remou'd But now thy Vnckle is remouing hence As Princes doe their Courts when they are cloy'd With long continuance in a setled place Rich. O Vnckle would some part of my young yeeres Might but redeeme the passage of your Age. Mort. Thou do'st then wrong me as y t slaughterer doth Which giueth many Wounds when one will kill Mourne not except thou sorrow for my good Onely giue order for my Funerall And so farewell and faire be all thy hopes And prosperous be thy Life in Peace and Warre Dyes Rich. And Peace no Warre befall thy parting Soule In Prison hast thou spent a Pilgrimage And like a Hermite ouer-past thy dayes Well I will locke his
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
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
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
you know his Heart Darb. What of his Heart perceiue you in his Face By any liuelyhood he shew'd to day Hast Mary that with no man here he is offended For were he he had shewne it in his Lookes Enter Richard and Buckingham Rich. I pray you all tell me what they deserue That doe conspire my death with diuellish Plots Of damned Witchcraft and that haue preuail'd Vpon my Body with their Hellish Charmes Hast The tender loue I beare your Grace my Lord Makes me most forward in this Princely presence To doome th' Offendors whosoe're they be I say my Lord they haue deserued death Rich. Then be your eyes the witnesse of their euill Looke how I am bewitch'd behold mine Arme Is like a blasted Sapling wither'd vp And this is Edwards Wife that monstrous Witch Consorted with that Harlot Strumpet Shore That by their Witchcraft thus haue marked me Hast If they haue done this deed my Noble Lord. Rich. If thou Protector of this damned Strumpet Talk'st thou to me of Ifs thou art a Traytor Off with his Head now by Saint Paul I sweare I will not dine vntill I see the same Louell and Ratcliffe looke that it be done Exeunt The rest that loue me rise and follow me Manet Louell and Ratcliffe with the Lord Hastings Hast Woe woe for England not a whit for me For I too fond might haue preuented this Stanley did dreame the Bore did rowse our Helmes And I did scorne it and disdaine to flye Three times to day my Foot-Cloth-Horse did stumble And started when he look'd vpon the Tower As loth to beare me to the slaughter-house O now I need the Priest that spake to me I now repent I told the Pursuiuant As too triumphing how mine Enemies To day at Pomfret bloodily were butcher'd And I my selfe secure in grace and fauour Oh Margaret Margaret now thy heauie Curse Is lighted on poore Hastings wretched Head Ra. Come come dispatch the Duke would be at dinner Make a short Shrift he longs to see your Head Hast O momentarie grace of mortall men Which we more hunt for then the grace of God! Who builds his hope in ayre of your good Lookes Liues like a drunken Sayler on a Mast Readie with euery Nod to tumble downe Into the fatall Bowels of the Deepe Lou. Come come dispatch 't is bootlesse to exclaime Hast. O bloody Richard miserable England I prophecie the fearefull'st time to thee That euer wretched Age hath look'd vpon Come lead me to the Block beare him my Head They smile at me who shortly shall be dead Exeunt Enter Richard and Buckingham in rotten Armour maruellous ill-fauoured Richard Come Cousin Canst thou quake and change thy colour Murther thy breath in middle of a word And then againe begin and stop againe As if thou were distraught and mad with terror Buck. Tut I can counterfeit the deepe Tragedian Speake and looke backe and prie on euery side Tremble and start at wagging of a Straw Intending deepe suspition gastly Lookes Are at my seruice like enforced Smiles And both are readie in their Offices At any time to grace my Stratagemes But what is Catesby gone Rich. He is and see he brings the Maior along Enter the Maior and Catesby Buck. Lord Maior Rich. Looke to the Draw-Bridge there Buck. Hearke a Drumme Rich. Catesby o're-looke the Walls Buck. Lord Maior the reason we haue sent Rich. Looke back defend thee here are Enemies Buck. God and our Innocencie defend and guard vs. Enter Louell and Ratcliffe with Hastings Head Rich. Be patient they are friends Ratcliffe and Louell Louell Here is the Head of that ignoble Traytor The dangerous and vnsuspected Hastings Rich. So deare I lou'd the man that I must weepe I tooke him for the plainest harmelesse Creature That breath'd vpon the Earth a Christian Made him my Booke wherein my Soule recorded The Historie of all her secret thoughts So smooth he dawb'd his Vice with shew of Vertue That his apparant open Guilt omitted I meane his Conuersation with Shores Wife He liu'd from all attainder of suspects Buck. Well well he was the couertst sheltred Traytor That euer liu'd Would you imagine or almost beleeue Wert not that by great preseruation We liue to tell it that the subtill Traytor This day had plotted in the Councell-House To murther me and my good Lord of Gloster Maior Had he done so Rich. What thinke you we are Turkes or Infidels Or that we would against the forme of Law Proceed thus rashly in the Villaines death But that the extreme perill of the case The Peace of England and our Persons safetie Enforc'd vs to this Execution Maior Now faire befall you he deseru'd his death And your good Graces both haue well proceeded To warne false Traytors from the like Attempts Buck. I neuer look'd for better at his hands After he once fell in with Mistresse Shore Yet had we not determin'd he should dye Vntill your Lordship came to see his end Which now the louing haste of these our friends Something against our meanings haue preuented Because my Lord I would haue had you heard The Traytor speake and timorously confesse The manner and the purpose of his Treasons That you might well haue signify'd the same Vnto the Citizens who haply may Misconster vs in him and wayle his death Ma. But my good Lord your Graces words shal serue As well as I had seene and heard him speake And doe not doubt right Noble Princes both But I le acquaint our dutious Citizens With all your iust proceedings in this case Rich. And to that end we wish'd your Lordship here T' auoid the Censures of the carping World Buck. Which since you come too late of our intent Yet witnesse what you heare we did intend And so my good Lord Maior we bid farwell Exit Maior Rich. Goe after after Cousin Buckingham The Maior towards Guild-Hall hyes him in all poste There at your meetest vantage of the time Inferre the Bastardie of Edwards Children Tell them how Edward put to death a Citizen Onely for saying he would make his Sonne Heire to the Crowne meaning indeed his House Which by the Signe thereof was tearmed so Moreouer vrge his hatefull Luxurie And beastiall appetite in change of Lust Which stretcht vnto their Seruants Daughters Wiues Euen where his raging eye or sauage heart Without controll lusted to make a prey Nay for a need thus farre come neere my Person Tell them when that my Mother went with Child Of that insatiate Edward Noble Yorke My Princely Father then had Warres in France And by true computation of the time Found that the Issue was not his begot Which well appeared in his Lineaments Being nothing like the Noble Duke my Father Yet touch this sparingly as 't were farre off Because my Lord you know my Mother liues Buck. Doubt not my Lord I le play the Orator As if the Golden Fee for which I plead Were for my selfe and so my Lord adue Rich. If you
this cause Oh Mother Wife Auf. I am glad thou hast set thy mercy thy Honor At difference in thee Out of that I le worke My selfe a former Fortune Corio I by and by But we will drinke together And you shall beare A better witnesse backe then words which we On like conditions will haue Counter-seal'd Come enter with vs Ladies you deserue To haue a Temple built you All the Swords In Italy and her Confederate Armes Could not haue made this peace Exeunt Enter Menenius and Sicinius Mene. See you yon'd Coin a' th Capitol you â— corner stone Sicin Why what of that Mene. If it be possible for you to displace it with your little finger there is some hope the Ladies of Rome especially his Mother may preuaile with him But I say there is no hope in 't our throats are sentenc'd and stay vppon execution Sicin Is' t possible that so short a time can alter the condition of a man Mene. There is differency between a Grub a Butterfly yet your Butterfly was a Grub this Martius is growne from Man to Dragon He has wings hee 's more then a creeping thing Sicin He lou'd his Mother deerely Mene. So did he mee and he no more remembers his Mother now then an eight yeare old horse The rarenesse of his face sowres ripe Grapes When he walks he moues like an Engine and the ground shrinkes before his Treading He is able to pierce a Corflet with his eye Talkes like a knell and his hum is a Battery He sits in his State as a thing made for Alexander What he bids bee done is finisht with his bidding He wants nothing of a God but Eternity and a Heauen to Throne in Sicin Yes mercy if you report him truly Mene. I paint him in the Character Mark what mercy his Mother shall bring from him There is no more mercy in him then there is milke in a male-Tyger that shall our poore City finde and all this is long of you Sicin The Gods be good vnto vs. Mene. No in such a case the Gods will not bee good vnto vs. When we banish'd him we respected not them and he returning to breake our necks they respect not vs. Enter a Messenger Mes Sir if you 'ld saue your life flye to your House The Plebeians haue got your Fellow Tribune And hale him vp and downe all swearing if The Romane Ladies bring not comfort home They 'l giue him death by Inches Enter another Messenger Sicin What 's the Newes Mess Good Newes good newes the Ladies haue preuayl'd The Volcians are dislodg'd and Martius gone A merrier day did neuer yet greet Rome No not th' expulsion of the Tarquins Sicin Friend art thou certaine this is true Is' t most certaine Mes As certaine as I know the Sun is fire Where haue you lurk'd that you make doubt of it Ne're through an Arch so hurried the blowne Tide As the recomforted through th' gates Why harke you Trumpets Hoboyes Drums beate altogether The Trumpets Sack-buts Psalteries and Fifes Tabors and Symboles and the showting Romans Make the Sunne dance Hearke you A shout within Mene. This is good Newes I will go meete the Ladies This Volumnia Is worth of Consuls Senators Patricians A City full Of Tribunes such as you A Sea and Land full you haue pray'd well to day This Morning for ten thousand of your throates I 'de not haue giuen a doit Harke how they ioy Sound still with the Shouts Sicin First the Gods blesse you for your tydings Next accept my thankefulnesse Mess Sir we haue all great cause to giue great thanks Sicin They are neere the City Mes Almost at point to enter Sicin Wee 'l meet them and helpe the ioy Exeunt Enter two Senators with Ladies passing ouer the Stage with other Lords Sena Behold our Patronnesse the life of Rome Call all your Tribes together praise the Gods And make triumphant fires strew Flowers before them Vnshoot the noise that Banish'd Martius Repeale him with the welcome of his Mother Cry welcome Ladies welcome All. Welcome Ladies welcome A Flourish with Drummes Trumpets Enter Tullus Auffidius with Attendants Auf. Go tell the Lords a' th' City I am heere Deliuer them this Paper hauing read it Bid them repayre to th' Market place where I Euen in theirs and in the Commons eares Will vouch the truth of it Him I accuse The City Ports by this hath enter'd and Intends t' appeare before the People hoping To purge himselfe with words Dispatch Enter 3 or 4 Conspirators of Auffidius Faction Most Welcome 1. Con. How is it with our Generall Auf. Euen so as with a man by his owne Almes impoyson'd and with his Charity slaine 2. Con. Most Noble Sir If you do hold the same intent Wherein you wisht vs parties Wee 'l deliuer you Of your great danger Auf. Sir I cannot tell We must proceed as we do finde the People 3. Con. The People will remaine vncertaine whil'st 'Twixt you there 's difference but the fall of either Makes the Suruiuor heyre of all Auf. I know it And my pretext to strike at him admits A good construction I rais'd him and I pawn'd Mine Honor for his truth who being so heighten'd He watered his new Plants with dewes of Flattery Seducing so my Friends and to this end He bow'd his Nature neuer knowne before But to be rough vnswayable and free 3. Consp Sir his stoutnesse When he did stand for Consull which he lost By lacke of stooping Auf. That I would haue spoke of Being banish'd for 't he came vnto my Harth Presented to my knife his Throat I tooke him Made him ioynt-seruant with me Gaue him way In all his owne desires Nay let him choose Out of my Files his proiects to accomplish My best and freshest men seru'd his designements In mine owne person holpe to reape the Fame Which he did end all his and tooke some pride To do my selfe this wrong Till at the last I seem'd his Follower not Partner and He wadg'd me with his Countenance as if I had bin Mercenary 1. Con. So he did my Lord The Army marueyl'd at it and in the last When he had carried Rome and that we look'd For no lesse Spoile then Glory Auf. There was it For which my sinewes shall be stretcht vpon him At a few drops of Womens rhewme which are As cheape as Lies he sold the Blood and Labour Of our great Action therefore shall he dye And I le renew me in his fall But hearke Drummes and Trumpets sounds with great showts of the people 1. Con. Your Natiue Towne you enter'd like a Poste And had no welcomes home but he returnes Splitting the Ayre with noyse 2. Con. And patient Fooles Whose children he hath slaine their base throats teare With giuing him glory 3. Con. Therefore at your vantage Ere he expresse himselfe or moue the people With what he would say let him feele your Sword Which we will second when he lies along After
Confedrates in the deed That hath dishonoured all our Family Vnworthy brother and vnworthy Sonnes Luci. But let vs giue him buriall as becomes Giue Mutius buriall with our Bretheren Tit. Traytors away he rest's not in this Tombe This Monument fiue hundreth yeares hath stood Which I haue Sumptuously re-edified Heere none but Souldiers and Romes Seruitors Repose in Fame None basely slaine in braules Bury him where you can he comes not heere Mar. My Lord this is impiety in you My Nephew Mutius deeds do plead for him He must be buried with his bretheren Titus two Sonnes speakes And shall or him we will accompany Ti. And shall What villaine was it spake that word Titus sonne speakes He that would vouch'd it in any place but heere Tit. What would you bury him in my despight Mar. No Noble Titus but intreat of thee To pardon Mutius and to bury him Tit. Marcus Euen thou hast stroke vpon my Crest And with these Boyeâ— mine Honour thou hast wounded My foes I doe repute you euery one So trouble me no more but get you gone 1. Sonne He is not himselfe let vs withdraw 2. Sonne Not I tell Mutius bones be buried The Brother and the sonnes kneele Mar. Brother for in that name doth nature plea'd 2. Sonne Father and in that name doth nature speake Tit. Speake thou no more if all the rest will speede Mar. Renowned Titus more then halfe my soule Luc. Deare Father soule and substance of vs all Mar. Suffer thy brother Marcus to interre His Noble Nephew heere in vertues nest That died in Honour and Lauinia's cause Thou art a Romaine be not barbarous The Greekes vpon aduise did bury Aiax That slew himselfe And Laertes sonne Did graciously plead for his Funerals Let not young Mutius then that was thy ioy Be bar'd his entrance heere Tit. Rise Marcus rise The dismall'st day is this that ere I saw To be dishonored by my Sonnes in Rome Well bury him and bury me the next They put him in the Tombe Luc. There lie thy bones sweet Mutius with thy friends Till we with Trophees do adorne thy Tombe They all kneele and say No man shed teares for Noble Mutius He liues in Fame that di'd in vertues cause Exit Mar. My Lord to step out of these sudden dumps How comes it that the subtile Queene of Gothes Is of a sodaine thus aduanc'd in Rome Ti. I know not Marcus but I know it is Whether by deuise or no the heauens can tell Is she not then beholding to the man That brought her for this high good turne so farre Yes and will Nobly him remunerate Flourish Enter the Emperor Tamora and her two sons with the Moore at one doore Enter at the other doore Bassianus and Lauinia with others Sat. So Bassianus you haue plaid your prize God giue you ioy sir of your Gallant Bride Bass And you of yours my Lord I say no more Nor wish no lesse and so I take my leaue Sat. Traytor if Rome haue law or we haue power Thou and thy Faction shall repent this Rape Bass Rape call you it my Lord to cease my owne My true betrothed Loue and now my wife But let the lawes of Rome determine all Meane while I am possest of that is mine Sat. 'T is good sir you are very short with vs But if we liue wee le be as sharpe with you Bass My Lord what I haue done as best I may Answere I must and shall do with my life Onely thus much I giue your Grace to know By all the duties that I owe to Rome This Noble Gentleman Lord Titus heere Is in opinion and in honour wrong'd That in the rescue of Lauinia With his owne hand did slay his youngest Son In zeale to you and highly mou'd to wrath To be controul'd in that he frankly gaue Receiue him then to fauour Saturnine That hath expre'st himselfe in all his deeds A Father and a friend to thee and Rome Tit. Prince Bassianus leaue to plead my Deeds 'T is thou and those that haue dishonoured me Rome and the righteous heauens be my iudge How I haue lou'd and Honour'd Saturnine Tam. My worthy Lord if euer Tamora Were gracious in those Princely eyes of thine Then heare me speake indifferently for all And at my sute sweet pardon what is past Satu. What Madam be dishonoured openly And basely put it vp without reuenge Tam. Not so my Lord The Gods of Rome for-fend I should be Authour to dishonour you But on mine honour dare I vndertake For good Lord Titus innocence in all Whose fury not dissembled speakes his griefes Then at my sute looke graciously on him Loose not so noble a friend on vaine suppose Nor with sowre lookes afflict his gentle heart My Lord be rul'd by me be wonne at last Dissemble all your griefes and discontents You are but newly planted in your Throne Least then the people and Patricians too Vpon a iust suruey take Titus part And so supplant vs for ingratitude Which Rome reputes to be a hainous sinne Yeeld at intreats and then let me alone I le finde a day to massacre them all And race their faction and their familie The cruell Father and his trayt'rous sonnes To whom I sued for my deare sonnes life And make them know what 't is to let a Queene Kneele in the streetes and beg for grace in vaine Come come sweet Emperour come Andronicus Take vp this good old man and cheere the heart That dies in tempest of thy angry frowne King Rise Titus rise My Empresse hath preuail'd Titus I thanke your Maiestie And her my Lord. These words these lookes Infuse new life in me Tamo Titus I am incorparate in Rome A Roman now adopted happily And must aduise the Emperour for his good This day all quarrels die Andronicus And let it be mine honour good my Lord That I haue reconcil'd your friends and you For you Prince Bassianus I haue past My word and promise to the Emperour That you will be more milde and tractable And feare not Lords And you Lauinia By my aduise all humbled on your knees You shall aske pardon of his Maiestie Son We doe And vow to heauen and to his Highnes That what we did was mildly as we might Tendring our sisters honour and our owne Mar. That on mine honour heere I do protest King Away and talke not trouble vs no more Tamora Nay nay Sweet Emperour we must all be friends The Tribune and his Nephews kneele for grace I will not be denied sweet hart looke back King Marcus For thy sake and thy brothers heere And at my louely Tamora's intreats I doe remit these young mens haynous faults Stand vp Lauinia though you left me like a churle I found a friend and sure as death I sware I would not part a Batchellour from the Priest Come if the Emperours Court can feast two Brides You are my guest Lauinia and your friends This day shall be a Loue-day Tamora Tit. To morrow and it
Why sir that is as fit as can be to serue for your Oration and let him deliuer the Pigions to the Emperour from you Tit. Tell mee can you deliuer an Oration to the Emperour with a Grace Clowne Nay truely sir I could neuer say grace in all my life Tit. Sirrah come hither make no more adoe But giue your Pigeons to the Emperour By me thou shalt haue Iustice at his hands Hold hold meane while her 's money for thy charges Giue me pen and inke Sirrah can you with a Grace deliuer a Supplication Clowne I sir Titus Then here is a Supplication for you and when you come to him at the first approach you must kneele then kisse his foote then deliuer vp your Pigeons and then looke for your reward I le be at hand sir see you do it brauely Clowne I warrant you sir let me alone Tit. Sirrha hast thou a knife Come let me see it Heere Marcus fold it in the Oration For thou hast made it like an humble Suppliant And when thou hast giuen it the Emperour Knocke at my dore and tell me what he sayes Clowne God be with you sir I will Exit Tit. Come Marcus let vs goe Publius follow me Exeunt Enter Emperour and Empresse and her two sonnes the Emperour brings the Arrowes in his hand that Titus shot at him Satur. Why Lords What wrongs are these was euer seene An Emperour in Rome thus ouerborne Troubled Confronted thus and for the extent Of eg all iustice vs'd in such contempt My Lords you know the mightfull Gods How euer these disturbers of our peace Buz in the peoples eares there nought hath past But euen with law against the willfull Sonnes Of old Andronicus And what and if His sorrowes haue so ouerwhelm'd his wits Shall we be thus afflicted in his wreakes His fits his frenzie and his bitternesse And now he writes to heauen for his redresse See heere 's to Ioue and this to Mercury This to Apollo this to the God of warre Sweet scrowles to flie about the streets of Rome What 's this but Libelling against the Senate And blazoning our Iniustice euery where A goodly humour is it not my Lords As who would say in Rome no Iustice were But if I liue his fained extasies Shall be no shelter to these outrages But he and his shall know that Iustice liues In Saturninus health whom if he sleepe Hee 'l so awake as he in fury shall Cut off the proud'st Conspirator that liues Tamo My gracious Lord my louely Saturnine Lord of my life Commander of my thoughts Calme thee and beare the faults of Titus age Th' effects of sorrow for his valiant Sonnes Whose losse hath pier'st him deepe and scar'd his heart And rather comfort his distressed plight Then prosecute the meanest or the best For these contempts Why thus it shall become High witted Tamora to glose with all Aside But Titus I haue touch'd thee to the quicke Thy life blood out If Aaron now be wise Then is all safe the Anchor 's in the Port. Enter Clowne How now good fellow would'st thou speake with vs Clow. Yea forsooth and your Mistership be Emperiall Tam. Empresse I am but yonder sits the Emperour Clo. 'T is he God Saint Stephen giue you good den I haue brought you a Letter a couple of Pigions heere He reads the Letter Satu. Goe take him away and hang him presently Clowne How much money must I haue Tam. Come sirrah you must be hang'd Clow. Hang'd ber Lady then I haue brought vp a neck to a faire end Exit Satu. Despightfull and intollerable wrongs Shall I endure this monstrous villany I know from whence this same deuise proceedes May this be borne As if his traytrous Sonnes That dy'd by law for murther of our Brother Haue by my meanes beene butcher'd wrongfully Goe dragge the villaine hither by the haire Nor Age nor Honour shall shape priuiledge For this proud mocke I le be thy slaughter man Sly franticke wretch that holp'st to make me great In hope thy selfe should gouerne Rome and me Enter Nuntius Emillius Satur. What newes with thee Emillius Emil. Arme my Lords Rome neuer had more cause The Gothes haue gather'd head and with a power Of high resolued men bent to the spoyle They hither march amaine vnder conduct Of Lucius Sonne to old Andronicus Who threats in course of this reuenge to do As much as euer Coriolanus did King Is warlike Lucius Generall of the Gothes These tydings nip me and I hang the head As flowers with frost or grasse beat downe with stormes I now begins our sorrowes to approach 'T is he the common people loue so much My selfe hath often heard them say When I haue walked like a priuate man That Lucius banishment was wrongfully And they haue wisht that Lucius were their Emperour Tam. Why should you feare Is not our City strong King I but the Cittizens fauour Lucius And will reuolt from me to succour him Tam. King be thy thoughts Imperious like thy name Is the Sunne dim'd that Gnats do flie in it The Eagle suffers little Birds to sing And is not carefull what they meane thereby Knowing that with the shadow of his wings He can at pleasure stint their melodie Euen so mayest thou the giddy men of Rome Then cheare thy spirit for know thou Emperour I will enchaunt the old Andronicus With words more sweet and yet more dangerous Then baites to fish or hony stalkes to sheepe When as the one is wounded with the baite The other rotted with delicious foode King But he will not entreat his Sonne for vs. Tam. If Tamora entreat him then he will For I can smooth and fill his aged eare With golden promises that were his heart Almost Impregnable his old eares deafe Yet should both eare and heart obey my tongue Goe thou before to our Embassadour Say that the Emperour requests a parly Of warlike Lucius and appoint the meeting King Emillius do this message Honourably And if he stand in Hostage for his safety Bid him demaund what pledge will please him best Emill Your bidding shall I do effectually Exit Tam. Now will I to that old Andronicus And temper him with all the Art I haue To plucke proud Lucius from the warlike Gothes And now sweet Emperour be blithe againe And bury all thy feare in my deuises Satu. Then goe successantly and plead for him Exit Actus Quintus Flourish Enter Lucius with an Army of Gothes with Drum and Souldiers Luci. Approued warriours and my faithfull Friends I haue receiued Letters from great Rome Which signifies what hate they beare their Emperour And how desirous of our sight they are Therefore great Lords be as your Titles witnesse Imperious and impatient of your wrongs And wherein Rome hath done you any scathe Let him make treble satisfaction Goth. Braue slip sprung from the Great Andronicus Whose name was once our terrour now our comfort Whose high exploits and honourable Deeds Ingratefull Rome requites
with foule contempt Behold in vs wee le follow where thou lead'st Like stinging Bees in hottest Sommers day Led by their Maister to the flowred fields And be aueng'd on cursed Tamora And as he saith so say we all with him Luci. I humbly thanke him and I thanke you all But who comes heere led by a lusty Goth Enter a Goth leading of Aaron with his child in his armes Goth. Renowned Lucius from our troups I straid To gaze vpon a ruinous Monasterie And as I earnestly did fixe mine eye Vpon the wasted building suddainely I heard a childe cry vnderneath a wall I made vnto the noyse when soone I heard The crying babe control'd with this discourse Peace Tawny slaue halfe me and halfe thy Dam Did not thy Hue bewray whose brat thou art Had nature lent thee but thy Mothers looke Villaine thou might'st haue bene an Emperour But where the Bull and Cow are both milk-white They neuer do beget a cole-blacke-Calfe Peace villaine peace euen thus he rates the babe For I must beare thee to a trusty Goth Who when he knowes thou art the Empresse babe Will hold thee dearely for thy Mothers sake With this my weapon drawne I rusht vpon him Surpriz'd him suddainely and brought him hither To vse as you thinke neeedefull of the man Luci. Oh worthy Goth this is the incarnate deuill That rob'd Andronicus of his good hand This is the Pearle that pleas'd your Empresse eye And heere 's the Base Fruit of his burning lust Say wall-ey'd slaue whether would'st thou conuay This growing Image of thy fiend-like face Why dost not speake what deafe Not a word A halter Souldiers hang him on this Tree And by his side his Fruite of Bastardie Aron Touch not the Boy he is of Royall blood Luci. Too like the Syre for euer being good First hang the Child that he may see it sprall A sight to vexe the Fathers soule withall Aron Get me a Ladder Lucius saue the Childe And beare it from me to the Empresse If thou do this I le shew thee wondrous things That highly may aduantage thee to heare If thou wilt not befall what may befall I le speake no more but vengeance rot you all Luci. Say on and if it please me which thou speak'st Thy child shall liue and I will see it Nourisht Aron And if it please thee why assure thee Lucius 'T will vexe thy soule to heare what I shall speake For I must talke of Murthers Rapes and Massacres Acts of Blacke-night abhominable Deeds Complots of Mischiefe Treason Villanies Ruthfull to heare yet pittiously preform'd And this shall all be buried by my death Vnlesse thou sweare to me my Childe shall liue Luci. Tell on thy minde I say thy Childe shall liue Aron Sweare that he shall and then I will begin Luci. Who should I sweare by Thou beleeuest no God That graunted how can'st thou beleeue an oath Aron What if I do not as indeed I do not Yet for I know thou art Religious And hast a thing within thee called Conscience With twenty Popish trickes and Ceremonies Which I haue seene thee carefull to obserue Therefore I vrge thy oath for that I know An Ideot holds his Bauble for a God And keepes the oath which by that God he sweares To that I le vrge him therefore thou shalt vow By that same God what God so ere it be That thou adorest and hast in reuerence To saue my Boy to nourish and bring him vp Ore else I will discouer nought to thee Luci. Euen by my God I sweare to to thee I will Aron First know thou I be got him on the Empresse Luci. Oh most Insatiate luxurious woman Aron Tut Lucius this was but a deed of Charitie To that which thou shalt heare of me anon 'T was her two Sonnes that murdered Bassianus They cut thy Sisters tongue and rauisht her And cut her hands off and trim'd her as thou saw'st Lucius Oh detestable villaine Call'st thou that Trimming Aron Why she was washt and cut and trim'd And 't was trim sport for them that had the doing of it Luci. Oh barbarous beastly villaines like thy selfe Aron Indeede I was their Tutor to instruct them That Codding spirit had they from their Mother As sure a Card as euer wonne the Set That bloody minde I thinke they learn'd of me As true a Dog as euer fought at head Well let my Deeds be witnesse of my worth I trayn'd thy Bretheren to that guilefull Hole Where the dead Corps of Bassianus lay I wrote the Letter that thy Father found And hid the Gold within the Letter mention'd Confederate with the Queene and her two Sonnes And what not done that thou hast cause to rue Wherein I had no stroke of Mischeife in it I play'd the Cheater for thy Fathers hand And when I had it drew my selfe apart And almost broke my heart with extreame laughter I pried me through the Creuice of a Wall When for his hand he had his two Sonnes heads Beheld his teares and laught so hartily That both mine eyes were rainie like to his And when I told the Empresse of this sport She sounded almost at my pleasing tale And for my tydings gaue me twenty kisses Goth. What canst thou say all this and neuer blush Aron I like a blacke Dogge as the saying is Luci. Art thou not sorry for these hainous deedes Aron I that I had not done a thousand more Euen now I curse the day and yet I thinke Few come within few compasse of my curse Wherein I did not some Notorious ill As kill a man or else deuise his death Rauish a Maid or plot the way to do it Accuse some Innocent and forsweare my selfe Set deadly Enmity betweene two Friends Make poore mens Cattell breake their neckes Set fire on Barnes and Haystackes in the night And bid the Owners quench them with the teares Oft haue I dig'd vp dead men from their graues And set them vpright at their deere Friends doore Euen when their sorrowes almost was forgot And on their skinnes as on the Barke of Trees Haue with my knife carued in Romaine Letters Let not your sorrow die though I am dead Tut I haue done a thousand dreadfull things As willingly as one would kill a Fly And nothing greeues me hartily indeede But that I cannot doe ten thousand more Luci. Bring downe the diuell for he must not die So sweet a death as hanging presently Aron If there be diuels would I were a deuill To liue and burne in euerlasting fire So I might haue your company in hell But to torment you with my bitter tongue Luci. Sirs stop his mouth let him speake no more Enter Emillius Goth. My Lord there is a Messenger from Rome Desires to be admitted to your presence Luc. Let him come neere Welcome Emillius what the newes from Rome Emi. Lord Lucius and you Princes of the Gothes The Romaine Emperour greetes you all by me And for he vnderstands you are in Armes
he Ben. There lies that Tybalt Citi. Vp sir go with me I charge thee in the Princes names obey Enter Prince old Montague Capulet their Wiues and all Prin. Where are the vile beginners of this Fray Ben. O Noble Prince I can discouer all The vnluckie Mannage of this fatall brall There lies the man slaine by young Romeo That slew thy kinsman braue Mercutio Cap. Wi. Tybalt my Cozin O my Brothers Child O Prince O Cozin Husband O the blood is spild Of my deare kinsman Prince as thou art true For bloud of ours shed bloud of Mountague O Cozin Cozin Prin. Benuolio who began this Fray Ben. Tybalt here slaine whom Romeo's hand did slay Romeo that spoke him faire bid him bethinke How nice the Quarrell was and vrg'd withall Your high displeasure all this vttered With gentle breath calme looke knees humbly bow'd Could not take truce with the vnruly spleene Of Tybalts deafe to peace but that he Tilts With Peircing steele at bold Mercutio's breast Who all as hot turnes deadly point to point And with a Martiall scorne with one hand beates Cold death aside and with the other sends It back to Tybalt whose dexterity Retorts it Romeo he cries aloud Hold Friends Friends part and swifter then his tongue His aged arme beats downe their fatall points And twixt them rushes vnderneath whose arme An enuious thrust from Tybalt hit the life Of stout Mercutio and then Tybalt fled But by and by comes backe to Romeo Who had but newly entertained Reuenge And too 't they goe like lightning for ere I Could draw to part them was stout Tybalt slaine And as he fell did Romeo turne and flie This is the truth or let Benuolio die Cap. Wi. He is a kinsman to the Mountague Affection makes him false he speakes not true Some twenty of them fought in this blacke strife And all those twenty could but kill one life I beg for Iustice which thou Prince must giue Romeo slew Tybalt Romeo must not liue Prin. Romeo slew him he slew Mercutio Who now the price of his deare blood doth owe. Cap. Not Romeo Prince he was Mercutios Friend His fault concludes but what the law should end The life of Tybalt Prin. And for that offence Immediately we doe exile him hence I haue an interest in your hearts proceeding My bloud for your rude brawles doth lie a bleeding But I le Amerce you with so strong a fine That you shall all repent the losse of mine It will be deafe to pleading and excuses Nor teares nor prayers shall purchase our abuses Therefore vse none let Romeo hence in hast Else when he is found that houre is his last Beare hence this body and attend our will Mercy not Murders pardoning those that kill Exeunt Enter Iuliet alone Iul. Gallop apace you fiery footed fleedes Towards Phaebus lodging such a Wagoner As Phaeton would whip you to the west And bring in Cloudie night immediately Spred thy close Curtaine Loue-performing night That run-awayes eyes may wincke and Romeo Leape to these armes vntalkt of and vnseene Louers can see to doe their Amorous rights And by their owne Beauties or if Loue be blind It best agrees with night come ciuill night Thou sober suted Matron all in blacke And learne me how to loose a winning match Plaid for a paire of stainlesse Maidenhoods Hood my vnman'd blood bayting in my Cheekes With thy Blacke mantle till strange Loue grow bold Thinke true Loue acted simple modestie Come night come Romeo come thou day in night For thou wilt lie vpon the wings of night Whiter then new Snow vpon a Rauens backe Come gentle night come louing blackebrow'd night Giue me my Romeo and when I shall die Take him and cut him out in little starres And he will make the Face of heauen so fine That all the world will be in Loue with night And pay no worship to the Garish Sun O I haue bought the Mansion of a Loue But not possest it and though I am sold Not yet enioy'd so tedious is this day As is the night before some Festiuall To an impatient child that hath new robes And may not weare them O here comes my Nurse Enter Nurse with cords And she brings newes and euery tongue that speaks But Romeos name speakes heauenly eloquence Now Nurse what newes what hast thou there The Cords that Romeo bid thee fetch Nur. I I the Cords Iuli. Ay me what newes Why dost thou wring thy hands Nur. A welady hee 's dead hee 's dead We are vndone Lady we are vndone Alacke the day hee 's gone hee 's kil'd he 's dead Iul. Can heauen be so enuious Nur. Romeo can Though heauen cannot O Romeo Romeo Who euer would haue thought it Romeo Iuli. What diuell art thou That dost torment me thus This torture should be roar'd in dismall hell Hath Romeo slaine himselfe say thou but I And that bare vowell I shall poyson more Then the death-darting eye of Cockatrice I am not I if there be such an I. Or those eyes shot that makes thee answere I If he be slaine say I or if not no. Briefe sounds determine of my weale or wo. Nur. I saw the wound I saw it with mine eyes God saue the marke here on his manly brest A pitteous Coarse a bloody piteous Coarse Pale pale as ashes all bedawb'd in blood All in gore blood I sounded at the sight Iul. O breake my heart Poore Banckrout breake at once To prison eyes nere looke on libertie Vile earth to earth resigne end motion here And thou and Romeo presse on heauie beere Nur. O Tybalt Tybalt the best Friend I had O curteous Tybalt honest Gentleman That euer I should liue to see thee dead Iul. What storme is this that blowes so contrarie Is Romeo slaughtred and is Tybalt dead My dearest Cozen and my dearer Lord Then dreadfull Trumpet sound the generall doome For who is liuing if those two are gone Nur. Tybalt is gone and Romeo banished Romeo that kil'd him he is banished Iul. O God! Did Rom'os hand shed Tybalts blood It did it did alas the day it did Nur. O Serpent heart hid with a flowring face Iul. Did euer Dragon keepe so faire a Caue Beautifull Tyrant fiend Angelicall Rauenous Doue-feather'd Rauen Woluish-rauening Lambe Dispised substance of Diuinest show Iust opposite to what thou iustly seem'st A dimne Saint an Honourable Villaine O Nature what had'st thou to doe in hell When thou did'st bower the spirit of a fiend In mortall paradise of such sweet flesh Was euer booke containing such vile matter So fairely bound O that deceit should dwell In such a gorgeous Pallace Nur. There 's no trust no faith no honestie in men All periu'rd all forsworne all naught all dissemblers Ah where 's my man giue me some Aqua-vitae These griefes these woes these sorrowes make me old Shame come to Romeo Iul. Blister'd be thy tongue For such a wish he was not borne to shame Vpon his brow shame is asham'd to
sit For 't is a throane where Honour may be Grown'd Sole Monarch of the vniuersall earth O what a beast was I to chide him Nur. Will you speake well of him That kil'd your Cozen Iul. Shall I speake ill of him that is my husband Ah poore my Lord what tongue shall smooth thy name When I thy three houres wife haue mangled it But wherefore Villaine did'st thou kill my Cozin That Villaine Cozin would haue kil'd my husband Backe foolish teares backe to your natiue spring Your tributarie drops belong to woe Which you mistaking offer vp to ioy My husband liues that Tibalt would haue slaine And Tibalt dead that would haue slaine my husband All this is comfort wherefore weepe I then Some words there was worser then Tybalts death That murdered me I would forget it feine But oh it presses to my memory Like damned guilty deedes to sinners minds Tybalt is dead and Romeo banished That banished that one word banished Hath slaine ten thousand Tibalts Tibalts death Was woe inough if it had ended there Or if sower woe delights in fellowship And needly will be rankt with other griefes Why followed not when she said Tibalts dead Thy Father or thy Mother nay or both Which moderne lamentation might haue mou'd But which a rere-ward following Tybalts death Romeo is banished to speake that word Is Father Mother Tybalt Romeo Iuliet All slaine all dead Romeo is banished There is no end no limit measure bound In that words death no words can that woe sound Where is my Father and my Mother Nurse Nur. Weeping and wailing ouer Tybalts Coarse Will you go to them I will bring you thither Iu. Wash they his wounds with tears mine shal be spent When theirs are drie for Romeo's banishment Take vp those Cordes poore ropes you are beguil'd Both you and I for Romeo is exild He made you for a high-way to my bed But I a Maid die Maiden widowed Come Cord come Nurse I le to my wedding bed And death not Romeo take my Maiden head Nur. Hie to your Chamber I le find Romeo To comfort you I wot well where he is Harke ye your Romeo will be heere at night I le to him he is hid at Lawrence Cell Iul. O find him giue this Ring to my true Knight And bid him come to take his last farewell Exit Enter Frier and Romeo Fri. Romeo come forth Come forth thou fearfull man Affliction is enamor'd of thy parts And thou art wedded to calamitie Rom. Father what newes What is the Princes Doome What sorrow craues acquaintance at my hand That I yet know not Fri. Too familiar Is my deare Sonne with such sowre Company I bring thee tydings of the Princes Doome Rom. What lesse then Doomesday Is the Princes Doome Fri. A gentler iudgement vanisht from his lips Not bodies death but bodies banishment Rom. Ha banishment be mercifull say death For exile hath more terror in his looke Much more then death do not say banishment Fri. Here from Verona art thou banished Be patient for the world is broad and wide Rom. There is no world without Verona walles But Purgatorie Torture hell it selfe Hence banished is banisht from the world And worlds exile is death Then banished Is death mistearm'd calling death banished Thou cut'st my head off with a golden Axe And smilest vpon the stroke that murders me Fri. O deadly sin O rude vnthankefulnesse Thy falt our Law calles death but the kind Prince Taking thy part hath rusht aside the Law And turn'd that blacke word death to banishment This is deare mercy and thou seest it not Rom. 'T is Torture and not mercy heauen is here Where Iuliet liues and euery Cat and Dog And little Mouse euery vnworthy thing Liue here in Heauen and may looke on her But Romeo may not More Validitie More Honourable state more Courtship liues In carrion Flies then Romeo they may seaze On the white wonder of deare Iuliets hand And steale immortall blessing from her lips Who euen in pure and vestall modestie Still blush as thinking their owne kisses sin This may Flies doe when I from this must flie And saist thou yet that exile is not death But Romeo may not hee is banished Had'st thou no poyson mixt no sharpe ground knife No sudden meane of death though nere so meane But banished to kill me Banished O Frier the damned vse that word in hell Howlings attends it how hast thou the hart Being a Diuine a Ghostly Confessor A Sin-Absoluer and my Friend profest To mangle me with that word banished Fri. Then fond Mad man heare me speake Rom. O thou wilt speake againe of banishment Fri. I le giue thee Armour to keepe off that word Aduersities sweete milke Philosophie To comfort thee though thou art banished Rom. Yet banished hang vp Philosophie Vnlesse Philosohpie can make a Iuliet Displant a Towne reuerse a Princes Doome It helpes not it preuailes not talke no more Fri. O then I see that Mad men haue no eares Rom. How should they When wisemen haue no eyes Fri. Let me dispaire with thee of thy estate Rom. Thou can'st not speake of that y u dost not feele Wert thou as young as Iuliet my Loue An houre but married Tybalt murdered Doting like me and like me banished Then mightest thou speake Then mightest thou teare thy hayre And fall vpon the ground as I doe now Taking the measure of an vnmade graue Enter Nurse and knockes Frier Arise one knockes Good Romeo hide thy selfe Rom. Not I Vnlesse the breath of Hartsicke groanes Mist-like infold me from the search of eyes Knocke Fri. Harke how they knocke Who 's there Romeo arise Thou wilt be taken stay a while stand vp Knocke. Run to my study by and by Gods will What simplenesse is this I come I come Knocke. Who knocks so hard Whence come you what 's your will Enter Nurse Nur. Let me come in And you shall know my errand I come from Lady Iuliet Fri. Welcome then Nur. O holy Frier O tell me holy Frier Where 's my Ladies Lord where 's Romeo Fri. There on the ground With his owne teares made drunke Nur. O he is euen in my Mistresse case Iust in her case O wofull simpathy Pittious predicament euen so lies she Blubbring and weeping weeping and blubbring Stand vp stand vp stand and you be a man For Iuliets sake for her sake rise and stand Why should you fall into so deepe an O. Rom. Nurse Nur. Ah sir ah sir deaths the end of all Rom. Speak'st thou of Iuliet how is it with her Doth not she thinke me an old Murtherer Now I haue stain'd the Childhood of our ioy With blood remoued but little from her owne Where is she and how doth she and what sayes My conceal'd Lady to our conceal'd Loue Nur. Oh she sayes nothing sir but weeps and weeps And now fals on her bed and then starts vp And Tybalt calls and then on Romeo cries And then downe falls againe Ro. As if
that name shot from the dead leuell of a Gun Did murder her as that names cursed hand Murdred her kinsman Oh tell me Frier tell me In what vile part of this Anatomie Doth my name lodge Tell me that I may sacke The hatefull Mansion Fri. Hold thy desperate hand Art thou a man thy forme cries out thou art Thy teares are womanish thy wild acts denote The vnreasonable Furie of a beast Vnseemely woman in a seeming man And ill beseeming beast in seeming both Thou hast amaz'd me By my holy order I thought thy disposition better temper'd Hast thou slaine Tybalt wilt thou slay thy selfe And slay thy Lady that in thy life lies By doing damned hate vpon thy selfe Why rayl'st thou on thy birth the heauen and earth Since birth and heauen and earth all three do meete In thee at once which thou at once would'st loose Fie fie thou sham'st thy shape thy loue thy wit Which like a Vsurer abound'st in all And vsest none in that true vse indeed Which should bedecke thy shape thy loue thy wit Thy Noble shape is but a forme of waxe Digressing from the Valour of a man Thy deare Loue sworne but hollow periurie Killing that Loue which thou hast vow'd to cherish Thy wit that Ornament to shape and Loue Mishapen in the conduct of them both Like powder in a skillesse Souldiers flaske Is set a fire by thine owne ignorance And thou dismembred with thine owne defence What rowse thee man thy Iuliet is aliue For whose deare sake thou wast but lately dead There art thou happy Tybalt would kill thee But thou slew'st Tybalt there art thou happie The law that threatned death became thy Friend And turn'd it to exile there art thou happy A packe or blessing light vpon thy backe Happinesse Courts thee in her best array But like a mishaped and sullen wench Thou puttest vp thy Fortune and thy Loue Take heed take heed for such die miserable Goe get thee to thy Loue as was decreed Ascend her Chamber hence and comfort her But looke thou stay not till the watch be set For then thou canst not passe to Mantua Where thou shalt liue till we can finde a time To blaze your marriage reconcile your Friends Beg pardon of thy Prince and call thee backe With twenty hundred thousand times more ioy Then thou went'st forth in lamentation Goe before Nurse commend me to thy Lady And bid her hasten all the house to bed Which heauy sorrow makes them apt vnto Romeo is comming Nur. O Lord I could haue staid here all night To heare good counsell oh what learning is My Lord I le tell my Lady you will come Rom. Do so and bid my Sweete prepare to chide Nur. Heere sir a Ring she bid me giue you sir Hie you make hast for it growes very late Rom. How well my comfort is reuiu'd by this Fri. Go hence Goodnight and here stands all your state Either be gone before the watch be set Or by the breake of day disguis'd from hence Soiourne in Mantua I le find out your man And he shall signifie from time to time Euery good hap to you that chaunces heere Giue me thy hand 't is late farewell goodnight Rom. But that a ioy past ioy calls out on me It were a griefe so briefe to part with thee Farewell Exeunt Enter old Capulet his Wife and Paris Cap. Things haue falne ouâ— sir so vnluckily That we haue had no time to moue our Daughter Looke you she Lou'd her kinsman Tybalt dearely And so did I. Well we were borne to die 'T is very late she 'l not come downe to night I promise you but for your company I would haue bin a bed an houre ago Par. These times of wo affoord no times to wooe Madam goodnight commend me to your Daughter Lady I will and know her mind early to morrow To night she is mewed vp to her heauinesse Cap. Sir Paris I will make a desperate tender Of my Childes loue I thinke she will be rul'd In all respects by me nay more I doubt it not Wife go you to her ere you go to bed Acquaint her here of my Sonne Paris Loue And bid her marke you me on Wendsday next But soft what day is this Par. Monday my Lord. Cap. Monday ha ha well Wendsday is too soone A Thursday let it be a Thursday tell her She shall be married to this Noble Earle Will you be ready do you like this hast Wee le keepe no great adoe a Friend or two For harke you Tybalt being slaine so late It may be thought we held him carelesly Being our kinsman if we reuell much Therefore wee le haue some halfe a dozen Friends And there an end But what say you to Thursday Paris My Lord I would that Thursday were to morrow Cap. Well get you gone a Thursday be it then Go you to Iuliet ere you go to bed Prepare her wife against this wedding day Farewell my Lord light to my Chamber hoa Afore me it is so late that we may call ir early by and by Goodnight Exeunt Enter Romeo and Iuliet aloft Iul. Wilt thou be gone It is not yet neere day It was the Nightingale and not the Larke That pier'st the fearefull hollow of thine eare Nightly she sings on yond Pomgranet tree Beleeue me Loue it was the Nightingale Rom. It was the Larke the Herauld of the Morne No Nightingale looke Loue what enuious streakes Do lace the seuering Cloudes in yonder East Nights Candles are burnt out and Iocond day Stands tip to on the mistie Mountaines tops I must be gone and liue or stay and die Iul. Yond light is not daylight I know it I It is some Meteor that the Sun exhales To be to thee this night a Torch-bearer And light thee on thy way to Mantua Therefore stay yet thou need'st not to be gone Rom. Let me be tane let me be put to death I am content so thou wilt haue it so I le say you gray is not the mornings eye 'T is but the pale reflexe of Cinthias brow Nor that is not Larke whose noates do beate The vaulty heauen so high aboue our heads I haue more care to stay then will to go Come death and welcome Iuliet wills it so How i st my soule le ts talke it is not day Iuli. It is it is hie hence be gone away It is the Larke that sings so out of tune Straining harsh Discords and vnpleasing Sharpes Some say the Larke makes sweete Diuision This doth not so for she diuideth vs. Some say the Larke and loathed Toad change eyes O now I would they had chang'd voyces too Since arme from arme that voyce doth vs affray Hunting thee hence with Hunts-vp to the day O now be gone more light and it light growes Rom. More light light more darke darke our woes Enter Madam and Nurse Nur. Madam Iul. Nurse Nur. Your Lady Mother is comming to your chamber The day is broke be wary looke
Rebicke 2. M. I say siluer sound because Musitions sound for siluer Pet. Pratest to what say you Iames Sound-Post 3. Mu. Faith I know not what to say Pet. O I cry you mercy you are the Singer I will say for you it is Musicke with her siluer sound Because Musitions haue no gold for sounding Then Musicke with her siluer sound with speedy helpe doth lend redresse Exit Mu. What a pestilent knaue is this same M. 2. Hang him Iacke come wee le in here tarrie for the Mourners and stay dinner Exit Enter Romeo Rom. If I may trust the flattering truth of sleepe My dreames presage some ioyfull newes at hand My bosomes Lâ—sits lightly in his throne And all thisan day an vccustom'd spirit Lifts me aboue the ground with cheerefull thoughts I dreamt my Lady came and found me dead Strange dreame that giues a dead man leaue to thinke And breath'd such life with kisses in my lips That I reuiu'd and was an Emperour Ah me how sweet is loue it selfe possest When but loues shadowes are so rich in ioy Enter Romeo's man Newes from Verona how now Balthazer Dost thou not bring me Letters from the Frier How doth my Lady Is my Father well How doth my Lady Iuliet that I aske againe For nothing can be ill if she be well Man Then she is well and nothing can be ill Her body sleepes in Capels Monument And her immortall part with Angels liue I saw her laid low in her kindreds Vault And presently tooke Poste to tell it you O pardon me for bringing these ill newes Since you did leaue it for my office Sir Rom. Is it euen so Then I denie you Starreâ— Thou knowest my lodging get me inke and paper And hire Post-Horses I will hence to night Man I do beseech you sir haue patience Your lookes are pale and wild and do import Some misaduenture Rom. Tush thou art deceiu'd Leaue me and do the thing I bid thee do Hast thou no Letters to me from the Frier Man No my good Lord. Exit Man Rom. Mo matter Get thee gone And hyre those Horses I le be with thee straight Well Iuliet I will lie with thee to night Le ts see for meanes O mischiefe thou art swift To enter in the thoughts of desperate men I do remember an Appothecarie And here abouts dwells which late I noted In tattred weeds with ouerwhelming browes Culling of Simples meager were hiâ— lookes Sharpe miserie had worne him to the bones And in his needie shop a Tortoyrs hung An Allegater stuft and other skins Of ill shap'd fishes and about his shelues A beggerly account of emptie boxes Greene earthen pots Bladders and mustie seedes Remnants of packthred and old cakes of Roses Were thinly scattered to make vp a shew Noting this penury to my selfe I said An if a man did need a poyson now Whose sale is persent death in Mantua Here liues a Caitiffe wretch would sell it him O this same thought did but fore-run my need And this same needie man must sell it me As I remember this should be the house Being holy day the beggers shop is shut What ho Appothecarie Enter Appothecarie App. Who call's so low'd Rom. Come hither man I see that thou are poore Hold there is fortie Duckets let me haue A dram of poyson such soone speeding geare As will disperse it selfe through all the veines That the life-wearie-taker may fall dead And that the Trunke may be discharg'd of breath As violently as hastie powder fier'd Doth hurry from the fatall Canons wombe App. Such mortall drugs I haue but Mantuas law Is death to any he that vtters them Rom. Art thou so bare and full of wretchednesse And fear'st to die Famine is in thy cheekes Need and opression starueth in thy eyes Contempt and beggery hangs vpon thy backe The world is not thy friend not the worlds law The world affords no law to make thee rich Then be not poore but breake it and take this App. My pouerty but not my will consents Rom. I pray thy pouerty and not thy will App. Put this in any liquid thing you will And drinke it off and if you had the strength Of twenty men it would dispatch you straight Rom. There 's thy Gold Worse poyson to mens soules Doing more murther in this loathsome world Then these poore compounds that thou maiest not sell I sell thee poyson thou hast sold me none Farewell buy food and get thy selfe in flesh Come Cordiall and not poyson go with me To Iuliets graue for there must I vse thee Exeunt Enter Frier Iohn to Frier Lawrence Iohn Holy Franciscan Frier Brother ho Enter Frier Lawrence Law This same should be the voice of Frier Iohn Welcome from Mantua what sayes Romeo Or if his mind be writ giue me his Letter Iohn Going to find a bare-foote Brother out One of our order to associate me Here in this Citie visiting the sick And finding him the Searchers of the Towne Suspecting that we both were in a house Where the infectious pestilence did raigne Seal'd vp the doores and would not let vs forth So that my speed to Mantua there was staid Law Who bare my Letter then to Romeo Iohn I could not send it here it is againe Nor get a messenger to bring it thee So fearefull were they of infection Law Vnhappie Fortune by my Brotherhood The Letter was not nice but full of charge Of deare import and the neglecting it May do much danger Frier Iohn go hence Get me an Iron Crow and bring it straight Vnto my Cell Iohn Brother I le go and bring it thee Exit Law Now must I to the Monument alone Within this three houres will faire Iuliet wake Shee will be shrew me much that Romeo Hath had no notice of these accidents But I will write againe to Mantua And keepe her at my Cell till Romeo come Poore liuing Coarse clos'd in a dead mans Tombe Exit Enter Paris and his Page Par. Giue me thy Torch Boy hence and stand aloft Yet put it out for I would not be seene Vnder yond young Trees lay thee all along Holding thy eare close to the hollow ground So shall no foot vpon the Churchyard tread Being loose vnfirme with digging vp of Graues But thou shalt heare it whistle then to me As signall that thou hearest some thing approach Giue me those flowers Do as I bid thee go Page I am almost afraid to stand alone Here in the Churchyard yet I will aduenture Pa. Sweet Flower with flowers thy Bridall bed I strew O woe thy Canopie is dust and stones Which with sweet water nightly I will dewe Or wanting that with teares destil'd by mones The obsequies that I for thee will keepe Nightly shall be to strew thy graue and weepe Whistle Boy The Boy giues warning something doth approach What cursed foot wanders this wayes to night To crosse my obsequies and true loues right What with a Torch Muffle me night a while Enter Romeo and
three Seruants Ser. My Lord my Lord. Tim. I will dispatch you seuerally You to Lord Lucius to Lord Lucullus you I hunted with his Honor to day you to Sempronius commend me to their loues and I am proud say that my occasions haue found time to vse 'em toward a supply of mony let the request be fifty Talents Flam. As you haue said my Lord. Stew. Lord Lucius and Lucullus Humh Tim. Go you sir to the Senators Of whom euen to the States best health I haue Deseru'd this Hearing bid 'em send o' th' instant A thousand Talents to me Ste I haue beene bold For that I knew it the most generall way To them to vse your Signet and your Name But they do shake their heads and I am heere No richer in returne Tim. Is' t true Can 't be Stew. They answer in a ioynt and corporate voice That now they are at fall want Treature cannot Do what they would are sorrie you are Honourable But yet they could haue wisht they know not Something hath beene amisse a Noble Nature May catch a wrench would all were well t is pitty And so intending other serious matters After distastefull lookes and these hard Fractions With certaine halfe-caps and cold mouing nods They froze me into Silence Tim. You Gods reward them Prythee man looke cheerely These old Fellowes Haue their ingratitude in them Hereditary Their blood is cak'd 't is cold it sildome flowes 'T is lacke of kindely warmth they are not kinde And Nature as it growes againe toward earth Is fashion'd for the iourney dull and heauy Go to Ventiddius prythee be not sad Thou art true and honest Ingeniously I speake No blame belongs to thee Ventiddius lately Buried his Father by whose death hee 's stepp'd Into a great estate When he was poore Imprison'd and in scarsitie of Friends I cleer'd him with fiue Talents Greet him from me Bid him suppose some good necessity Touches his Friend which craues to be remembred With those fiue Talents that had giue 't these Fellowes To whom 't is instant due Neu'r speake or thinke That Timons fortunes 'mong his Friends can sinke Stew. I would I could not thinke it That thought is Bounties Foe Being free it selfe it thinkes all others so Exeunt Flaminius waiting to speake with a Lord from his Master enters a seruant to him Ser. I haue told my Lord of you he is comming down to you Flam. I thanke you Sir Enter Lucullus Ser. Heere 's my Lord. Luc. One of Lord Timons men A Guift I warrant Why this hits right I dreampt of a Siluer Bason Ewre to night Flaminius honest Flaminius you are verie respectiuely welcome sir Fill me some Wine And how does that Honourable Compleate Free-hearted Gentleman of Athens thy very bountifull good Lord and Mayster Flam. His health is well sir Luc. I am right glad that his health is well sir and what hast thou there vnder thy Cloake pretty Flaminius Flam. Faith nothing but an empty box Sir which in my Lords behalâ— I come to intreat your Honor to supply who hauing great and instant occasion to vse fiftie Talents hath sent to your Lordship to furnish him nothing doubting your present assistance therein Luc. La la la la Nothing doubting sayes hee Alas good Lord a Noble Gentleman 't is if he would not keep so good a house Many a time and often I ha din'd with him and told him on 't and come againe to supper to him of purpose to haue him spend lesse and yet he wold embrace no counsell take no warning by my comming euery man has his fault and honesty is his I ha told him on 't but I could nere get him from 't Enter Seruant with Wine Ser. Please your Lordship heere is the Wine Luc. Flaminius I haue noted thee alwayes wise Heere 's to thee Flam. Your Lordship speakes your pleasure Luc. I haue obserued thee alwayes for a towardlie prompt spirit giue thee thy due and one that knowes what belongs to reason and canst vse the time wel if the time vse thee well Good parts in thee get you gone sirrah Draw neerer honest Flaminius Thy Lords a bountifull Gentleman but thou art wise and thou know'st well enough although thou com'st to me that this is no time to lend money especially vpon bare friendshippe without securitie Here 's three Solidares for thee good Boy winke at me and say thou saw'st mee not Fare thee well Flam. Is' t possible the world should so much differ And we aliue that liued Fly damned basenesse To him that worships thee Luc. Ha Now I see thou art a Foole and sit for thy Master Exit L. Flam May these adde to the number y t may scald thee Let moulten Coine be thy damnation Thou disease of a friend and not himselfe Has friendship such a faint and milkie heart It turnes in lesse then two nights O you Gods I feele my Masters passion This Slaue vnto his Honor Has my Lords meate in him Why should it thriue and turne to Nutriment When he is turn'd to poyson O may Diseases onely worke vpon 't And when he 's sicke to death let not that part of Nature Which my Lord payd for be of any power To expell sicknesse but prolong his hower Exit Enter Lucius with three strangers Luc. Who the Lord Timon He is my very good friend and an Honourable Gentleman 1 We know him for no lesse thogh we are but strangers to him But I can tell you one thing my Lord and which I heare from common rumours now Lord Timons happie howres are done and past and his estate shrinkes from him Lucius Fye no doe not beleeue it hee cannot want for money 2 But beleeue you this my Lord that not long agoe one of his men was with the Lord Lucullus to borrow so many Talents nay vrg'd extreamly for 't and shewed what necessity belong'd too 't and yet was deny'de Luci. How 2 I tell you deny'de my Lord. Luci. What a strange case was that Now before the Gods I am asham'd on 't Denied that honourable man There was verie little Honour shew'd in 't For my owne part I must needes confesse I haue receyued some small kindnesses from him as Money Plate Iewels and such like Trifles nothing comparing to his yet had hee mistooke him and sent to me I should ne're haue denied his Occasion so many Talents Enter Seruilius Seruil See by good hap yonder 's my Lord I haue swet to see his Honor. My Honor'd Lord. Lucil. Seruilius You are kindely met sir Farthewell commend me to thy Honourable vertuous Lord my very exquisite Friend Seruil May it please your Honour my Lord hath sent Luci. Ha what ha's he sent I am so much endeered to that Lord hee 's euer sending how shall I thank him think'st thou And what has he sent now Seruil Has onely sent his present Occasion now my Lord requesting your Lordship to supply his instant vse with so many Talents Lucil. I know
Metellus Cimber let him go And presently preferre his suite to Caesar Bru. He is addrest presse neere and second him Cin. Caska you are the first that reares your hand Caes Are we all ready What is now amisse That Caesar and his Senate must redresse Metel Most high most mighty and most puisant Caesar Metellus Cymber throwes before thy Seate An humble heart Caes I must preuent thee Cymber These couchings and these lowly courtesies Might fire the blood of ordinary men And turne pre-Ordinance and first Decree Into the lane of Children Be not fond To thinke that Caesar beares such Rebell blood That will be thaw'd from the true quality With that which melteth Fooles I meane sweet words Low-crooked-curtsies and base Spaniell fawning Thy Brother by decree is banished If thou doest bend and pray and fawne for him I spurne thee like a Curre out of my way Know Caesar doth not wrong nor without cause Will he be satisfied Metel Is there no voyce more worthy then my owne To sound more sweetly in great Caesars eare For the repealing of my banish'd Brother Bru. I kisse thy hand but not in flattery Caesar Desiring thee that Publius Cymber may Haue an immediate freedome of repeale Caes What Brutus Cassi Pardon Caesar Caesar pardon As lowe as to thy foote doth Cassius fall To begge infranchisement for Publius Cymber Caes I could be well mou'd if I were as you If I could pray to mooue Prayers would mooue me But I am constant as the Northerne Starre Of whose true fixt and resting quality There is no fellow in the Firmament The Skies are painted with vnnumbred sparkes They are all Fire and euery one doth shine But there 's but one in all doth hold his place So in the World 'T is furnish'd well with Men And Men are Flesh and Blood and apprehensiue Yet in the number I do know but One That vnassayleable holds on his Ranke Vnshak'd of Motion and that I am he Let me a little shew it euen in this That I was constant Cymber should be banish'd And constant do remaine to keepe him so Cinna O Caesar Caes Hence Wilt thou lift vp Olympus Decius Great Caesar Caes Doth not Brutus bootlesse kneele Cask Speake hands for me They stab Caesar Caes Et Tu Brutè Then fall Caesar Dyes Cin. Liberty Freedome Tyranny is dead Run hence proclaime cry it about the Streets Cassi Some to the common Pulpits and cry out Liberty Freedome and Enfranchisement Bru. People and Senators be not affrighted Fly not stand still Ambitions debt is paid Cask Go to the Pulpit Brutus Dec. And Cassius too Bru. Where 's Publius Cin. Heere quite confounded with this mutiny Met. Stand fast together least some Friend of Caesars Should chance Bru. Talke not of standing Publius good cheere There is no harme intended to your person Nor to no Roman else so tell them Publius Cassi And leaue vs Publius least that the people Rushing on vs should do your Age some mischiefe Bru. Do so and let no man abide this deede But we the Doers Enter Trebonius Cassi Where is Antony Treb. Fled to his House amaz'd Men Wiues and Children stare cry out and run As it were Doomesday Bru. Fates we will know your pleasures That we shall dye we know 't is but the time And drawing dayes out that men stand vpon Cask Why he that cuts off twenty yeares of life Cuts off so many yeares of fearing death Bru. Grant that and then is Death a Benefit So are we Caesars Friends that haue abridg'd His time of fearing death Stoope Romans stoope And let vs bathe our hands in Caesars blood Vp to the Elbowes and besmeare our Swords Then walke we forth euen to the Market place And wauing our red Weapons o're our heads Let 's all cry Peace Freedome and Liberty Cassi Stoop then and wash How many Ages hence Shall this our lofty Scene be acted ouer In State vnborne and Accents yet vnknowne Bru. How many times shall Caesar bleed in sport That now on Pompeyes Basis lye along No worthier then the dust Cassi So oft as that shall be So often shall the knot of vs be call'd The Men that gaue their Country liberty Dec. What shall we forth Cassi I euery man away Brutus shall leade and we will grace his heeles With the most boldest and best hearts of Rome Enter a Seruant Bru. Soft who comes heere A friend of Antonies Ser. Thus Brutus did my Master bid me kneele Thus did Mark Antony bid me fall downe And being prostrate thus he bad me say Brutus is Noble Wise Valiant and Honest Caesar was Mighty Bold Royall and Louing Say I loue Brutus and I honour him Say I fear'd Caesar honour'd him and lou'd him If Brutus will vouchsafe that Antony May safely come to him and be resolu'd How Caesar hath deseru'd to lye in death Mark Antony shall not loue Caesar dead So well as Brutus liuing but will follow The Fortunes and Affayres of Noble Brutus Thorough the hazards of this vntrod State With all true Faith So sayes my Master Antony Bru. Thy Master is a Wise and Valiant Romane I neuer thought him worse Tell him so please him come vnto this place He shall be satisfied and by my Honor Depart vntouch'd Ser. I le fetch him presently Exit Seruant Bru. I know that we shall haue him well to Friend Cassi I wish we may But yet haue I a minde That feares him much and my misgiuing still Falles shrewdly to the purpose Enter Antony Bru. But heere comes Antony Welcome Mark Antony Ant. O mighty Caesar Dost thou lye so lowe Are all thy Conquests Glories Triumphes Spoiles Shrunke to this little Measure Fare thee well I know not Gentlemen what you intend Who else must be let blood who else is ranke If I my selfe there is no houre so fit As Caesars deaths houre nor no Instrument Of halfe that worth as those your Swords made rich With the most Noble blood of all this World I do beseech yee if you beare me hard Now whil'st your purpled hands do reeke and smoake Fulfill your pleasure Liue a thousand yeeres I shall not finde my selfe so apt to dye No place will please me so no meane of death As heere by Caesar and by you cut off The Choice and Master Spirits of this Age. Bru. O Antony Begge not your death of vs Though now we must appeare bloody and cruell As by our hands and this our present Acte You see we do Yet see you but our hands And this the bleeding businesse they haue doâ—e Our hearts you see not they are pittifull And pitty to the generall wrong of Rome As fire driues out fire so pitty pitty Hath done this deed on Caesar For your part To you our Swords haue leaden points Marke Antony Our Armes in strength of malice and our Hearts Of Brothers temper do receiue you in With all kinde loue good thoughts and reuerence Cassi Your voyce shall be as strong as any mans In the
fiery minde A sauagenes in vnreclaim'd bloud of generall assault Reynol But my good Lord. Polon Wherefore should you doe this Reynol I my Lord I would know that Polon Marry Sir heere 's my drift And I belieue it is a fetch of warrant You laying these slight sulleyes on my Sonne As 't were a thing a little soil'd i' th' working Marke you your party in conuerse him you would sound Hauing euer seene In the prenominate crimes The youth you breath of guilty be assur'd He closes with you in this consequence Good sir or so or friend or Gentleman According to the Phrase and the Addition Of man and Country Reynol Very good my Lord. Polon And then Sir does he this He does what was I about to say I was about to say somthing where did I leaue Reynol At closes in the consequence At friend or so and Gentleman Polon At closes in the consequence I marry He closes with you thus I know the Gentleman I saw him yesterday or tother day Or then or then with such and such and as you say There was he gaming there o're tooke in 's Rouse There falling out at Tennis or perchance I saw him enter such a house of saile Videlicet a Brothell or so forth See you now Your bait of falshood takes this Cape of truth And thus doe we of wisedome and of reach With windlesses and with assaies of Bias By indirections finde directions out So by my former Lecture and aduice Shall you my Sonne you haue me haue you not Reynol My Lord I haue Polon God buy you fare you well Reynol Good my Lord. Polon Obserue his inclination in your selfe Reynol I shall my Lord. Polon And let him plye his Musicke Reynol Well my Lord. Exit Enter Ophelia Polon Farewell How now Ophelia what 's the matter Ophe. Alas my Lord I haue beene so affrighted Polon With what in the name of Heauen Ophe. My Lord as I was sowing in my Chamber Lord Hamlet with his doublet all vnbrac'd No hat vpon his head his stockings foul'd Vngartred and downe giued to his Anckle Pale as his shirt his knees knocking each other And with a looke so pitious in purport As if he had been loosed out of hell To speake of horrors he comes before me Polon Mad for thy Loue Ophe. My Lord I doe not know but truly I do feare it Polon What said he Ophe. He tooke me by the wrist and held me hard Then goes he to the length of all his arme And with his other hand thus o're his brow He fals to such perusall of my face As he would draw it Long staid he so At last a little shaking of mine Arme And thrice his head thus wauing vp and downe He rais'd a sigh so pittious and profound That it did seeme to shatter all his bulke And end his being That done he lets me goe And with his head ouer his shoulders turn'd He seem'd to finde his way without his eyes For out adores he went without their helpe And to the last bended their light on me Polon Goe with me I will goe seeke the King This is the very extasie of Loue Whose violent property foredoes it selfe And leads the will to desperate Vndertakings As oft as any passion vnder Heauen That does afflict our Natures I am sorrie What haue you giuen him any hard words of late Ophe. No my good Lord but as you did command I did repell his Letters and deny'de His accesse to me Pol. That hath made him mad I am sorrie that with better speed and iudgement I had not quoted him I feare he did but trifle And meant to wracke thee but beshrew my iealousie It seemes it is as proper to our Age To cast beyond our selues in our Opinions As it is common for the yonger sort To lacke discretion Come go we to the King This must be knowne w c being kept close might moue More greefe to hide then hate to vtter loue Exeunt Scena Secunda Enter King Queene Rosincrane and Guildensterne Cumalijs King Welcome deere Rosincrance and Guildensterne Moreouer that we much did long to see you The neede we haue to vse you did prouoke Our hastie sending Something haue you heard Of Hamlets transformation so I call it Since not th' exterior nor the inward man Resembles that it was What it should bee More then his Fathers death that thus hath put him So much from th' vnderstanding of himselfe I cannot deeme of I intreat you both That being of so young dayes brought vp with him And since so Neighbour'd to his youth and humour That you vouchsafe your rest heere in our Court Some little time so by your Companies To draw him on to pleasures and to gather So much as from Occasions you may gleane That open'd lies within our remedie Qu. Good Gentlemen he hath much talk'd of you And sure I am two men there are not liuing To whom he more adheres If it will please you To shew vs so much Gentrie and good will As to expend your time with vs a-while For the supply and profit of our Hope Your Visitation shall receiue such thankes As fits a Kings remembrance Rosin Both your Maiesties Might by the Soueraigne power you haue of vs Put your dread pleasures more into Command Then to Entreatie Guil. We both obey And here giue vp our selues in the full bent To lay our Seruices freely at your feete To be commanded King Thankes Rosincrance and gentle Guildensterne Qu. Thankes Guildensterne and gentle Rosincrance And I beseech you instantly to visit My too much changed Sonne Go some of ye And bring the Gentlemen where Hamlet is Guil. Heauens make our presence and our practises Pleasant and helpfull to him Exit Queene Amen Enter Polonius Pol. Th' Ambassadors from Norwey my good Lord Are ioyfully return'd King Thou still hast bin the Father of good Newes Pol. Haue I my Lord Assure you my good Liege I hold my dutie as I hold my Soule Both to my God one to my gracious King And I do thinke or else this braine of mine Hunts not the traile of Policie so sure As I haue vs'd to do that I haue found The very cause of Hamlets Lunacie King Oh speake of that that I do long to heare Pol. Giue first admittance to th' Ambassadors My Newes shall be the Newes to that great Feast King Thy selfe do grace to them and bring them in He tels me my sweet Queene that he hath found The head and sourse of all your Sonnes distemper Qu. I doubt it is no other but the maine His Fathers death and our o're-hasty Marriage Enter Polonius Voltumand and Cornelius King Well we shall sift him Welcome good Frends Say Voltumand what from our Brother Norwey Volt. Most faire returne of Greetings and Desires Vpon our first he sent out to suppresse His Nephewes Leuies which to him appear'd To be a preparation ' gainst the Poleak But better look'd into he truly found It was against your Highnesse
my Father brands the Harlot Euen heere betweene the chaste vnsmirched brow Of my true Mother King What is the cause Laertes That thy Rebellion lookes so Gyant-like Let him go Gertrude Do not feare our person There 's such Diuinity doth hedge a King That Treason can but peepe to what it would Acts little of his will Tell me Laertes Why thou art thus Incenst Let him go Gertrude Speake man Laer. Where 's my Father King Dead Qu. But not by him King Let him demand his fill Laer. How came he dead I le not be Iuggel'd with To hell Allegeance Vowes to the blackest diuell Conscience and Grace to the profoundest Pit I dare Damnation to this point I stand That both the worlds I giue to negligence Let come what comes onely I le be reueng'd Most throughly for my Father King Who shall stay you Laer. My Will not all the world And for my meanes I le husband them so well They shall go farre with little King Good Laertes If you desire to know the certaintie Of your deere Fathers death if writ in your reuenge That Soop-stake you will draw both Friend and Foe Winner and Looser Laer. None but his Enemies King Will you know them then La. To his good Friends thus wide I le ope my Armes And like the kinde Life-rend'ring Politician Repast them with my blood King Why now you speake Like a good Childe and a true Gentleman That I am guiltlesse of your Fathers death And am most sensible in greefe for it It shall as leuell to your Iudgement pierce As day do's to your eye A noise within Let her come in Enter Ophelia Laer. How now what noise is that Oh heate drie vp my Braines teares seuen times salt Burne out the Sence and Vertue of mine eye By Heauen thy madnesse shall be payed by waight Till our Scale turnes the beame Oh Rose of May Deere Maid kinde Sister sweet Ophelia Oh Heauens is' t possible a yong Maids wits Should be as mortall as an old mans life Nature is fine in Loue and where 't is fine It sends some precious instance of it selfe After the thing it loues Ophe. They bore him bare fac'd on the Beer Hey non nony nony hey nony And on his graue raines many a teare Fare you well my Doue Laer. Had'st thou thy wits and did'st perswade Reuenge it could not moue thus Ophe. You must sing downe a-downe and you call him a-downe-a Oh how the wheele becomes it It is the false Steward that stole his masters daughter Laer. This nothings more then matter Ophe. There 's Rosemary that 's for Remembraunce Pray loue remember and there is Paconcies that 's for Thoughts Laer. A document in madnesse thoughts remembrance fitted Ophe. There 's Fennell for you and Columbines ther 's Rew for you and heere 's some for me Wee may call it Herbe-Grace a Sundaies Oh you must weare your Rew with a difference There 's a Daysie I would giue you some Violets but they wither'd all when my Father dyed They say he made a good end For bonny sweet Robin is all my ioy Laer. Thought and Affliction Passion Hell it selfe She turnes to Fauour and to prettinesse Ophe. And will he not come againe And will he not come againe No no he is dead go to thy Death-bed He neuer wil come againe His Beard as white as Snow All Flaxen was his Pole He is gone he is gone and we cast away mone Gramercy on his Soule And of all Christian Soules I pray God God buy ye Exeunt Ophelia Laer. Do you see this you Gods King Laertes I must common with your greefe Or you deny me right go but apart Make choice of whom your wisest Friends you will And they shall heare and iudge 'twixt you and me If by direct or by Colaterall hand They finde vs touch'd we will our Kingdome giue Our Crowne our Life and all that we call Ours To you in satisfaction But if not Be you content to lend your patience to vs And we shall ioyntly labour with your soule To giue it due content Laer. Let this be so His meanes of death his obscure buriall No Trophee Sword nor Hatchment o're his bones No Noble rite nor formall ostentation Cry to be heard as 't were from Heauen to Earth That I must call in question King So you shall And where th' offence is let the great Axe fall I pray you go with me Exeunt Enter Horatio with an Attendant Hora. What are they that would speake with me Ser. Saylors sir they say they haue Letters for you Hor. Let them come in I do not know from what part of the world I should be greeted if not from Lord Hamlet Enter Saylor Say God blesse you Sir Hor. Let him blesse thee too Say Hee shall Sir and 't please him There 's a Letter for you Sir It comes from th' Ambassadours that was bound for England if your name be Horatio as I am let to know it is Reads the Letter HOratio When thou shalt haue ouerlook'd this giue these Fellowes some meanes to the King They haue Letters for him Ere we were two dayes old at Sea a Pyrate of very Warlicke appointment gaue vs Chace Finding our selues too slow of Saile we put on a compelled Valour In the Grapple I boorded them On the instant they got cleare of our Shippe so I alone became their Prisoner They haue dealt with mee like Theeues of Mercy but they knew what they did I am to doe a good turne for them Let the King haue the Letters I haue sent and repaire thou to me with as much hast as thou wouldest flye death I haue words to speake in your eare will make thee-dumbe yet are they much too light for the bore of the Matter These good Fellowes will bring thee where I am Rosincrance and Guildensterne hold their course for England Of them I haue much to tell thee Farewell He that thou knowest thine Hamlet Come I will giue you way for these your Letters And do 't the speedier that you may direct me To him from whom you brought them Exit Enter King and Laertes King Now must your conscience my acquittance seal And you must put me in your heart for Friend Sith you haue heard and with a knowing eare That he which hath your Noble Father slaine Pursued my life Laer. It well appeares But tell me Why you proceeded not against these feates So crimefull and so Capitall in Nature As by your Safety Wisedome all things else You mainly were stirr'd vp King O for two speciall Reasons Which may to you perhaps seeme much vnsinnowed And yet to me they are strong The Queen his Mother Liues almost by his lookes and for my selfe My Vertue or my Plague be it either which She 's so coniunctiue to my life and soule That as the Starre moues not but in his Sphere I could not but by her The other Motiue Why to a publike count I might not go Is the great
of the Skies Is man no more then this Consider him well Thou ow'st the Worme no Silke the Beast no Hide the Sheepe no Wooll the Cat no perfume Ha Here 's three on 's are sophisticated Thou art the thing it selfe vnaccommodated man is no more but such a poore bare forked Animall as thou art Off off you Lendings Come vnbutton heere Enter Gloucester with a Torch Foole. Prythee Nunckle be contented 't is a naughtie night to swimme in Now a little fire in a wilde Field were like an old Letchers heart a small spark all the rest on 's body cold Looke heere comes a walking fire Edg. This is the foule Flibbertigibbet hee begins at Curfew and walkes at first Cocke Hee giues the Web and the Pin squints the eye and makes the Hare-lippe Mildewes the white Wheate and hurts the poore Creature of earth Swithold footed thrice the old He met the Night-Mare and her nine-fold Bid her a-light and her troth-plight And aroynt thee Witch aroynt thee Kent How fares your Grace Lear. What 's he Kent Who 's there What is' t you seeke Glou. What are you there Your Names Edg. Poore Tom that eates the swimming Frog the Toad the Tod-pole the wall-Neut and the water that in the furie of his heart when the foule Fiend rages eats Cow-dung for Sallets swallowes the old Rat and the ditch-Dogge drinkes the green Mantle of the standing Poole who is whipt from Tything to Tything and stockt punish'd and imprison'd who hath three Suites to his backe sixe shirts to his body Horse to ride and weapon to weare But Mice and Rats and such small Deare Haue bin Toms food for seuen long yeare Beware my Follower Peace Smulkin peace thou Fiend Glou. What hath your Grace no better company Edg. The Prince of Darkenesse is a Gentleman Modo he 's call'd and Mahu Glou. Our flesh and blood my Lord is growne so vilde that it doth hate what gets it Edg. Poore Tom's a cold Glou. Go in with me my duty cannot suffer T' obey in all your daughters hard commands Though their Iniunction be to barre my doores And let this Tyrannous night take hold vpon you Yet haue I ventured to come seeke you out And bring you where both fire and food is ready Lear. First let me talke with this Philosopher What is the cause of Thunder Kent Good my Lord take his offer Go into th' house Lear. I le talke a word with this same lerned Theban What is your study Edg. How to preuent the Fiend and to kill Vermine Lear. Let me aske you one word in priuate Kent Importune him once more to go my Lord His wits begin t' vnsettle Glou. Canst thou blame him Storm still His Daughters seeke his death Ah that good Kent He said it would be thus poore banish'd man Thou sayest the King growes mad I le tell thee Friend I am almost mad my selfe I had a Sonne Now out-law'd from my blood he sought my life But lately very late I lou'd him Friend No Father his Sonne deerer true to tell thee The greefe hath craz'd my wits What a night 's this I do beseech your grace Lear. O cry you mercy Sir Noble Philosopher your company Edg. Tom's a cold Glou. In fellow there into th' Houel keep thee warm Lear. Come let 's in all Kent This way my Lord. Lear. With him I will keepe still with my Philosopher Kent Good my Lord sooth him Let him take the Fellow Glou. Take him you on Kent Sirra come on go along with vs. Lear. Come good Athenian Glou. No words no words hush Edg. Childe Rowland to the darke Tower came His word was still fie foh and fumme I smell the blood of a Brittish man Exeunt Scena Quinta Enter Cornwall and Edmund Corn. I will haue my reuenge ere I depart his house Bast How my Lord I may be censured that Nature thus giues way to Loyaltie something feares mee to thinke of Cornw. I now perceiue it was not altogether your Brothers euill disposition made him seeke his death but a prouoking merit set a-worke by a reprouable badnesse in himselfe Bast How malicious is my fortune that I must repent to be iust This is the Letter which hee spoake of which approues him an intelligent partie to the aduantages of France O Heauens that this Treason were not or not I the detector Corn. Go with me to the Dutchesse Bast If the matter of this Paper be certain you haue mighty businesse in hand Corn. True or false it hath made thee Earle of Gloucester seeke out where thy Father is that hee may bee ready for our apprehension Bast If I finde him comforting the King it will stuffe his suspition more fully I will perseuer in my course of Loyalty though the conflict be sore betweene that and my blood Corn. I will lay trust vpon thee and thou shalt finde a deere Father in my loue Exeunt Scena Sexta Enter Kent and Gloucester Glou. Heere is better then the open ayre take it thankfully I will peece out the comfort with what addition I can I will not be long from you Exit Kent All the powre of his wits haue giuen way to his impatience the Gods reward your kindnesse Enter Lear Edgar and Foole. Edg. Fraterretto cals me and tells me Nero is an Angler in the Lake of Darknesse pray Innocent and beware the foule Fiend Foole. Prythee Nunkle tell me whether a madman be a Gentleman or a Yeoman Lear. A King a King Foole. No he 's a Yeoman that ha's a Gentleman to his Sonne for hee 's a mad Yeoman that sees his Sonne a Gentleman before him Lear. To haue a thousand with red burning spits Come hizzing in vpon ' em Edg. Blesse thy fiue wits Kent O pitty Sir where is the patience now That you so oft haue boasted to retaine Edg. My teares begin to take his part so much They marre my counterfetting Lear. The little dogges and all Trey Blanch and Sweet-heart see they barke at me Edg. Tom will throw his head at them Auaunt you Curres be thy mouth or blacke or white Tooth that poysons if it bite Mastiffe Grey-hound Mongrill Grim Hound or Spaniell Brache or Hym Or Bobtaile tight or Troudle taile Tom will make him weepe and waile For with throwing thus my head Dogs leapt the hatch and all are fled Do de de de sese Come march to Wakes and Fayres And Market Townes poore Tom thy horne is dry Lear. Then let them Anatomize Regan See what breeds about her heart Is there any cause in Nature that make these hard-hearts You sir I entertaine for one of my hundred only I do not like the fashion of your garments You will say they are Persian but let them bee chang'd Enter Gloster Kent Now good my Lord lye heere and rest awhile Lear. Make no noise make no noise draw the Curtaines so so wee 'l go to Supper i' th' morning Foole. And I le go to bed at noone Glou. Come hither Friend
Where is the King my Master Kent Here Sir but trouble him not his wits are gon Glou. Good friend I prythee take him in thy armes I haue ore-heard a plot of death vpon him There is a Litter ready lay him in 't And driue toward Douer friend where thou shalt meete Both welcome and protection Take vp thy Master If thou should'st dally halfe an houre his life With thine and all that offer to defend him Stand in assured losse Take vp take vp And follow me that will to some prouision Giue thee quicke conduct Come come away Exeunt Scena Septima Enter Cornwall Regan Gonerill Bastard and Seruants Corn. Poste speedily to my Lord your husband shew him this Letter the Army of France is landed seeke out the Traitor Glouster Reg. Hang him instantly Gon. Plucke out his eyes Corn. Leaue him to my displeasure Edmond keepe you our Sister company the reuenges wee are bound to take vppon your Traitorous Father are not fit for your beholding Aduice the Duke where you are going to a most festiuate preparation we are bound to the like Our Postes shall be swift and intelligent betwixt vs. Farewell deere Sister farewell my Lord of Glouster Enter Steward How now Where 's the King Stew. My Lord of Glouster hath conuey'd him hence Some fiue or six and thirty of his Knights Hot Questrists after him met him at gate Who with some other of the Lords dependants Are gone with him toward Douer where they boast To haue well armed Friends Corn. Get horses for your Mistris Gon. Farewell sweet Lord and Sister Exit Corn. Edmund farewell go seek the Traitor Gloster Pinnion him like a Theefe bring him before vs Though well we may not passe vpon his life Without the forme of Iustice yet our power Shall do a curt'sie to our wrath which men May blame but not comptroll Enter Gloucester and Seruants Who 's there the Traitor Reg. Ingratefull Fox 't is he Corn. Binde fast his corky armes Glou. What meanes your Graces Good my Friends consider you are my Ghests Do me no foule play Friends Corn. Binde him I say Reg. Hard hard O filthy Traitor Glou. Vnmercifull Lady as you are I 'me none Corn. To this Chaire binde him Villaine thou shalt finde Glou. By the kinde Gods 't is most ignobly done To plucke me by the Beard Reg. So white and such a Traitor Glou. Naughty Ladie These haires which thou dost rauish from my chin Will quicken and accuse thee I am your Host With Robbers hands my hospitable fauours You should not ruffle thus What will you do Corn. Come Sir What Letters had you late from France Reg. Be simple answer'd for we know the truth Corn. And what confederacie haue you with the Traitors late footed in the Kingdome Reg. To whose hands You haue sent the Lunaticke King Speake Glou. I haue a Letter guessingly set downe Which came from one that 's of a newtrall heart And not from one oppos'd Corn. Cunning. Reg. And false Corn. Where hast thou sent the King Glou. To Douer Reg. Wherefore to Douer Was 't thou not charg'd at perill Corn. Wherefore to Douer Let him answer that Glou. I am tyed to ' th' Stake And I must stand the Course Reg. Wherefore to Douer Glou. Because I would not see thy cruell Nailes Plucke out his poore old eyes nor thy fierce Sister In his Annointed flesh sticke boarish phangs The Sea with such a storme as his bare head In Hell-blacke-night indur'd would haue buoy'd vp And quench'd the Stelled fires Yet poore old heart he holpe the Heauens to raine If Wolues had at thy Gate howl'd that sterne time Thou should'st haue said good Porter turne the Key All Cruels else subscribe but I shall see The winged Vengeance ouertake such Children Corn. See 't shalt thou neuer Fellowes hold y e Chaire Vpon these eyes of thine I le set my foote Glou. He that will thinke to liue till he be old Giue me some helpe O cruell O you Gods Reg. One side will mocke another Th' other too Corn. If you see vengeance Seru. Hold your hand my Lord I haue seru'd you euer since I was a Childe But better seruice haue I neuer done you Then now to bid you hold Reg. How now you dogge Ser. If you did weare a beard vpon your chin I 'ld shake it on this quarrell What do you meane Corn. My Villaine Seru. Nay then come on and take the chance of anger Reg. Giue me thy Sword A pezant stand vp thus Killes him Ser. Oh I am slaine my Lord you haue one eye left To see some mischefe on him Oh. Corn. Lest it see more preuent it Out vilde gelly Where is thy luster now Glou. All darke and comfortlesse Where 's my Sonne Edmund Edmund enkindle all the sparkes of Nature To quit this horrid acte Reg. Out treacherous Villaine Thou call'st on him that hates thee It was be That made the ouerture of thy Treasons to vs Who is too good to pitty thee Glou. O my Follies then Edgar was abus'd Kinde Gods forgiue me that and prosper him Reg. Go thrust him out at gates and let him smell His way to Douer Exit with Glouster How is' t my Lord How looke you Corn. I haue receiu'd a hurt Follow me Lady Turne out that eyelesse Villaine throw this Slaue Vpon the Dunghill Regan I bleed apace Vntimely comes this hurt Giue me your arme Exeunt Actus Quartus Scena Prima Enter Edgar Edg. Yet better thus and knowne to be contemn'd Then still contemn'd and flatter'd to be worst The lowest and most deiected thing of Fortune Stands still in esperance liues not in feare The lamentable change is from the best The worst returnes to laughter Welcome then Thou vnsubstantiall ayre that I embrace The Wretch that thou hast blowne vnto the worst Owes nothing to thy blasts Enter Glouster and an Oldman But who comes heere My Father poorely led World World O world But that thy strange mutations make vs hate thee Life would not yeelde to age Oldm. O my good Lord I haue bene your Tenant And your Fathers Tenant these fourescore yeares Glou. Away get thee away good Friend be gone Thy comforts can do me no good at all Thee they may hurt Oldm. You cannot see your way Glou. I haue no way and therefore want no eyes I stumbled when I saw Full oft 't is seene Our meanes secure vs and our meere defects Proue our Commodities Oh deere Sonne Edgar The food of thy abused Fathers wrath Might I but liue to see thee in my touch I 'ld say I had eyes againe Oldm. How now who 's there Edg. O Gods Who is' t can say I am at the worst I am worse then ere I was Old 'T is poore mad Tom. Edg. And worse I may be yet the worst is not So long as we can say this is the worst Oldm. Fellow where goest Glou. Is it a Beggar-man Oldm. Madman and beggar too Glou. He has some reason else he
seene her Eno. Oh sir you had then left vnseene a wonderfull peece of worke which not to haue beene blest withall would haue discredited your Trauaile Ant. Fuluia is dead Eno. Sir Ant. Fuluia is dead Eno. Fuluia Ant. Dead Eno. Why sir giue the Gods a thankefull Sacrifice when it pleaseth their Deities to take the wife of a man from him it shewes to man the Tailors of the earth comforting therein that when olde Robes are worne out there are members to make new If there were no more Women but Fuluia then had you indeede a cut and the case to be lamented This greefe is crown'd with Consolation your old Smocke brings foorth a new Petticoate and indeed the teares liue in an Onion that should water this sorrow Ant. The businesse she hath broached in the State Cannot endure my absence Eno. And the businesse you haue broach'd heere cannot be without you especially that of Cleopatra's which wholly depends on your abode Ant. No more light Answeres Let our Officers Haue notice what we purpose I shall breake The cause of our Expedience to the Queene And get her loue to part For not alone The death of Fuluia with more vrgent touches Do strongly speake to vs but the Letters too Of many our contriuing Friends in Rome Petition vs at home Sextus Pompeius Haue giuen the dare to Caesar and commands The Empire of the Sea Our slippery people Whose Loue is neuer link'd to the deseruer Till his deserts are past begin to throw Pompey the great and all his Dignities Vpon his Sonne who high in Name and Power Higher then both in Blood and Life stands vp For the maine Souldier Whose quality going on The sides o' th' world may danger Much is breeding Which like the Coursers heire hath yet but life And not a Serpents poyson Say our pleasure To such whose places vnder vs require Our quicke remoue from hence Enob. I shall doo 't Enter Cleopatra Charmian Alexas and Iras. Cleo. Where is he Char. I did not see him since Cleo. See where he is Whose with him what he does I did not send you If you finde him sad Say I am dauncing if in Myrth report That I am sodaine sicke Quicke and returne Char. Madam me thinkes if you did loue him deerly You do not hold the method to enforce The like from him Cleo. What should I do I do not Ch. In each thing giue him way crosse him in nothing Cleo. Thou teachest like a foole the way to lose him Char. Tempt him not so too farre I wish forbeare In time we hate that which we often feare Enter Anthony But heere comes Anthony Cleo. I am sicke and sullen An. I am sorry to giue breathing to my purpose Cleo. Helpe me away deere Charmian I shall fall It cannot be thus long the sides of Nature Will not sustaine it Ant. Now my deerest Queene Cleo. Pray you stand farther from mee Ant. What 's the matter Cleo. I know by that same eye ther 's some good news What sayes the married woman you may goe Would she had neuer giuen you leaue to come Let her not say 't is I that keepe you heere I haue no power vpon you Hers you are Ant. The Gods best know Cleo. Oh neuer was there Queene So mightily betrayed yet at the first I saw the Treasons planted Ant. Cleopatra Cleo. Why should I thinke you can be mine true Though you in swearing shake the Throaned Gods Who haue beene false to Fuluia Riotous madnesse To be entangled with those mouth-made vowes Which breake themselues in swearing Ant. Most sweet Queene Cleo. Nay pray you seeke no colour for your going But bid farewell and goe When you sued staying Then was the time for words No going then Eternity was in our Lippes and Eyes Blisse in our browes bent none our parts so poore But was a race of Heauen They are so still Or thou the greatest Souldier of the world Art turn'd the greatest Lyar. Ant. How now Lady Cleo. I would I had thy inches thou should'st know There were a heart in Egypt Ant. Heare me Queene The strong necessity of Time commands Our Seruicles a-while but my full heart Remaines in vse with you Our Italy Shines o're with ciuill Swords Sextus Pompeius Makes his approaches to the Port of Rome Equality of two Domesticke powers Breed scrupulous faction The hated growne to strength Are newly growne to Loue The condemn'd Pompey Rich in his Fathers Honor creepes apace Into the hearts of such as haue not thriued Vpon the present state whose Numbers threaten And quietnesse growne sicke of rest would purge By any desperate change My more particular And that which most with you should safe my going Is Fuluias death Cleo. Though age from folly could not giue me freedom It does from childishnesse Can Fuluia dye Ant. She 's dead my Queene Looke heere and at thy Soueraigne leysure read The Garboyles she awak'd at the last best See when and where shee died Cleo. O most false Loue Where be the Sacred Violles thou should'st fill With sorrowfull water Now I see I see In Fuluias death how mine receiu'd shall be Ant. Quarrell no more but bee prepar'd to know The purposes I beare which are or cease As you shall giue th' aduice By the fire That quickens Nylus slime I go from hence Thy Souldier Seruant making Peace or Warre As thou affects Cleo. Cut my Lace Charmian come But let it be I am quickly ill and well So Anthony loues Ant. My precious Queene forbeare And giue true euidence to his Loue which stands An honourable Triall Cleo. So Fuluia told me I prythee turne aside and weepe for her Then bid adiew to me and say the teares Belong to Egypt Good now play one Scene Of excellent dissembling and let it looke Like perfect Honor. Ant. You 'l heat my blood no more Cleo. You can do better yet but this is meetly Ant. Now by Sword Cleo. And Target Still he mends But this is not the best Looke prythee Charmian How this Herculean Roman do's become The carriage of his chafe Ant. I le leaue you Lady Cleo. Courteous Lord one word Sir you and I must part but that 's not it Sir you and I haue lou'd but there 's not it That you know well something it is I would Oh my Obliuion is a very Anthony And I am all forgotten Ant. But that your Royalty Holds Idlenesse your subiect I should take you For Idlenesse it selfe Cleo. 'T is sweating Labour To beare such Idlenesse so neere the heart As Cleopatra this But Sir forgiue me Since my becommings kill me when they do not Eye well to you Your Honor calles you hence Therefore be deafe to my vnpittied Folly And all the Gods go with you Vpon your Sword Sit Lawrell victory and smooth successe Be strew'd before your feete Ant. Let vs go Come Our separation so abides and flies That thou reciding heere goes yet with mee And I hence fleeting heere remaine with thee
I am dying Egypt dying onely I heere importune death a-while vntill Of many thousand kisses the poore last I lay vpon thy lippes Cleo. I dare not Deere Deere my Lord pardon I dare not Least I be taken not th' Imperious shew Of the full-Fortun'd Caesar euer shall Be brooch'd with me if Knife Drugges Serpents haue Edge sting or operation I am safe Your Wife Octauia with her modest eyes And still Conclusion shall acquire no Honour Demuring vpon me but come come Anthony Helpe me my women we must draw thâ—e vp Assist good Friends Ant. Oh quicke or I am gone Cleo. Heere 's sport indeede How heauy weighes my Lord Our strength is all gone into heauinesse That makes the waight Had I great Iuno's power The strong wing'd Mercury should fetch thee vp And set thee by Ioues side Yet come a little Wishers were euer Fooles Oh come come come They heaue Anthony aloft to Cleopatra And welcome welcome Dye when thou hast liu'd Quicken with kissing had my lippes that power Thus would I weare them out All. A heauy sight Ant. I am dying Egypt dying Giue me some Wine and let me speake a little Cleo. No let me speake and let me rayle so hye That the false Huswife Fortune breake her Wheele Prouok'd by my offence Ant. One word sweet Queene Of Caesar seeke your Honour with your safety Oh. Cleo. They do not go together Ant. Gentle heare me None about Caesar trust but Proculeius Cleo. My Resolution and my hands I le trust None about Caesar Ant. The miserable change now at my end Lament nor sorrow at but please your thoughts In feeding them with those my former Fortunes Wherein I liued The greatest Prince o' th' world The Noblest and do now not basely dye Not Cowardly put off my Helmet to My Countreyman A Roman by a Roman Valiantly vanquish'd Now my Spirit is going I can no more Cleo. Noblest of men woo't dye Hast thou no care of me shall I abide In this dull world which in thy absence is No better then a Stye Oh see my women The Crowne o' th' earth doth melt My Lord Oh wither'd is the Garland of the Warre The Souldiers pole is falne young Boyes and Gyrles Are leuell now with men The oddes is gone And there is nothing left remarkeable Beneath the visiting Moone Char. Oh quietnesse Lady Iras. She 's dead too our Soueraigne Char. Lady Iras. Madam Char. Oh Madam Madam Madam Iras. Royall Egypt Empresse Char. Peace peace Iras. Cleo. No more but in a Woman and commanded By such poore passion as the Maid that Milkes And doe's the meanest chaâ—es It were for me To throw my Scepter at the iniurious Gods To tell them that this World did equall theyrs Till they had stolne our Iewell All 's but naught Patience is sottish and impatience does Become a Dogge that 's mad Then is it sinne To rush into the secret house of death Ere death dare come to vs. How do you Women What what good cheere Why how now Charmian My Noble Gyrles Ah Women women Looke Our Lampe is spent it 's out Good sirs take heart Wee 'l bury him And then what 's braue what 's Noble Let 's doo 't after the high Roman fashion And make death proud to take vs. Come away This case of that huge Spirit now is cold Ah Women Women Come we haue no Friend But Resolution and the breefest end Exeunt bearing of Anthonies body Enter Caesar Agrippa Dollabella Menas with his Counsell of Warre Caesar Go to him Dollabella bid him yeeld Being so frustrate tell him He mockes the pawses that he makes Dol. Caesar I shall Enter Decretas with the sword of Anthony Caes Wherefore is that And what art thou that dar'st Appeare thus to vs Dec. I am call'd Decretas Marke Anthony I seru'd who best was worthie Best to be seru'd whil'st he stood vp and spoke He was my Master and I wore my life To spend vpon his haters If thou please To take me to thee as I was to him I le be to Caesar it y u pleasest not I yeild thee vp my life Caesar What is' t thou say'st Dec. I say Oh Caesar Anthony is dead Caesar The breaking of so great a thing should make A greater cracke The round World Should haue shooke Lyons into ciuill streets And Cittizens to their dennes The death of Anthony Is not a single doome in the name lay A moity of the world Dec. He is dead Caesar Not by a publike minister of Iustice Nor by a hyred Knife but that selfe-hand Which writ his Honor in the Acts it did Hath with the Courage which the heart did lend it Splitted the heart This is his Sword I robb'd his wound of it behold it stain'd With his most Noble blood Caes Looke you sad Friends The Gods rebuke me but it is Tydings To wash the eyes of Kings Dol. And strange it is That Nature must compell vs to lament Our most persisted deeds Mec. His taints and Honours wag'd equal with him Dola A Rarer spirit neuer Did steere humanity but you Gods will giue vs Some faults to make vs men Caesar is touch'd Mec. When such a spacious Mirror 's set before him He needes must see him selfe Caesar Oh Anthony I haue followed thee to this but we do launch Diseases in our Bodies I must perforce Haue shewne to thee such a declining day Or looke on thine we could not stall together In the whole world But yet let me lament With teares as Soueraigne as the blood of hearts That thou my Brother my Competitor In top of all designe my Mate in Empire Friend and Companion in the front of Warre The Arme of mine owne Body and the Heart Where mine his thoughts did kindle that our Starres Vnreconciliable should diuide our equalnesse to this Heare me good Friends But I will tell you at some meeter Season The businesse of this man lookes out of him Wee 'l heare him what he sayes Enter an Aegyptian Whence are you Aegyp A poore Egyptian yet the Queen my mistris Confin'd in all she has her Monument Of thy intents desires instruction That she preparedly may frame her selfe To ' th' way shee 's forc'd too Caesar Bid her haue good heart She soone shall know of vs by some of ours How honourable and how kindely Wee Determine for her For Caesar cannot leaue to be vngentle Aegypt So the Gods preserue thee Exit Caes Come hither Proculeius Go and say We purpose her no shame giue her what comforts The quality of her passion shall require Least in her greatnesse by some mortall stroke She do defeate vs. For her life in Rome Would be eternall in our Triumph Go And with your speediest bring vs what she sayes And how you finde of her Pro. Caesar I shall Exit Proculeius Caes Gallus go you along where 's Dolabella to second Proculeius All. Dolabella Caes Let him alone for I remember now How hee 's imployd he shall in time be ready Go with