thy old limping Sire With it beate out his Braines Piety and Feare Religion to the Gods Peace Iustice Truth Domesticke awe Night-rest and Neighbour-hood Instruction Manners Mysteries and Trades Degrees Obseruances Customes and Lawes Decline to your confounding contraries And yet Confusion liue Plagues incident to men Your potent and infectious Feauors heape On Athens ripe for stroke Thou cold Sciatica Cripple our Senators that their limbes may halt As lamely as their Manners Lust and Libertie Creepe in the Mindes and Marrowes of our youth That ' gainst the streame of Vertue they may striue And drowne themselues in Riot Itches Blaines So we all th' Athenian bosomes and their crop Be generall Leprosie Breath infect breath That their Society as their Friendship may Be meerely poyson Nothing I le beare from thee But nakednesse thou detestable Towne Take thou that too with multiplying Bannes Timon will to the Woods where he shall finde Th' vnkindest Beast more kinder then Mankinde The Gods confound heare me you good Gods all Th' Athenians both within and out that Wall And graunt as Timon growes his hate may grow To the whole race of Mankinde high and low Amen Exit Enter Steward with two or three Seruants 1 Heare you M. Steward where 's our Master Are we vndone cast off nothing remaining Stew. Alack my Fellowes what should I say to you Let me be recorded by the righteous Gods I am as poore as you 1 Such a House broke So Noble a Master falne all gone and not One Friend to take his Fortune by the arme And go along with him 2 As we do turne our backes From our Companion throwne into his graue So his Familiars to his buried Fortunes Slinke all away leaue their false vowes with him Like empty purses pickt and his poore selfe A dedicated Beggar to the Ayre With his disease of all shunn'd pouerty Walkes like contempt alone More of our Fellowes Enter other Seruants Stew. All broken Implements of a ruin'd house 3 Yet do our hearts weare Timons Liuery That see I by our Faces we are Fellowes still Seruing alike in sorrow Leak'd is our Barke And we poore Mates stand on the dying Decke Hearing the Surges threat we must all part Into this Sea of Ayre Stew. Good Fellowes all The latest of my wealth I le share among'st you Where euer we shall meete for Timons sake Let 's yet be Fellowes Let 's shake our heads and say As 't were a Knell vnto our Masters Fortunes We haue seene better dayes Let each take some Nay put out all your hands Not one word more Thus part we rich in sorrow parting poore Embrace and part seuerall wayes Oh the fierce wretchednesse that Glory brings vs Who would not wish to be from wealth exempt Since Riches point to Misery and Contempt Who would be so mock'd with Glory or to liue But in a Dreame of Friendship To haue his pompe and all what state compounds But onely painted like his varnisht Friends Poore honest Lord brought lowe by his owne heart Vndone by Goodnesse Strange vnvsuall blood When mans worst sinne is He do's too much Good Who then dares to be halfe so kinde agen For Bounty that makes Gods do still marre Men. My deerest Lord blest to be most accurst Rich onely to be wretched thy great Fortunes Are made thy cheefe Afflictions Alas kinde Lord Hee 's flung in Rage from this ingratefull Seate Of monstrous Friends Nor ha's he with him to supply his life Or that which can command it I le follow and enquire him out I le euer serue his minde with my best will Whilst I haue Gold I le be his Steward still Exit Enter Timon in the woods Tim. O blessed breeding Sun draw from the earth Rotten humidity below thy Sisters Orbe Infect the ayre Twin'd Brothers of one wombe Whose procreation residence and birth Scarse is diuidant touch them with seuerall fortunes The greater scornes the lesser Not Nature To whom all sores lay siege can beare great Fortune But by contempt of Nature Raise me this Begger and deny 't that Lord The Senators shall beare contempt Hereditary The Begger Natiue Honor. It is the Pastour Lards the Brothers sides The want that makes him leaue who dares who dares In puritie of Manhood stand vpright And say this mans a Flatterer If one be So are they all for euerie grize of Fortune Is smooth'd by that below The Learned pate Duckes to the Golden Foole. All 's obliquie There 's nothing leuell in our cursed Natures But direct villanie Therefore be abhorr'd All Feasts Societies and Throngs of men His semblable yea himselfe Timon disdaines Destruction phang mankinde Earth yeeld me Rootes Who seekes for better of thee sawce his pallate With thy most operant Poyson What is heere Gold Yellow glittering precious Gold No Gods I am no idle Votarist Roots you cleere Heauens Thus much of this will make Blacke white fowle faire wrong right Base Noble Old young Coward valiant Ha you Gods why this what this you Gods why this Will lugge your Priests and Seruants from your sides Plucke stout mens pillowes from below their heads This yellow Slaue Will knit and breake Religions blesse th' accurst Make the hoare Leprosie ador'd place Theeues And giue them Title knee and approbation With Senators on the Bench This is it That makes the wappen'd Widdow wed againe Shee whom the Spittle-house and vlcerous sores Would cast the gorge at This Embalmes and Spices To ' th' Aprill day againe Come damn'd Earth Thou common whore of Mankinde that puttes oddes Among the rout of Nations I will make thee Do thy right Nature March afarre off Ha A Drumme Th' art quicke But yet I le bury thee Thou't go strong Theefe When Gowty keepers of thee cannot stand Nay stay thou out for earnest Enter Alcibiades with Drumme and Fife in warlike manner and Phrynia and Timandra Alc. What art thou there speake Tim. A Beast as thou art The Canker gnaw thy hart For shewing me againe the eyes of Man Alc. What is thy name Is man so hatefull to thee That art thy selfe a Man Tim. I am Misantropos and hate Mankinde For thy part I do wish thou wert a dogge That I might loue thee something Alc. I know thee well But in thy Fortunes am vnlearn'd and strange Tim. I know thee too and more then that I know thee I not desire to know Follow thy Drumme With mans blood paint the ground Gules Gules Religious Cannons ciuill Lawes are cruell Then what should warre be This fell whore of thine Hath in her more destruction then thy Sword For all her Cherubin looke Phrin Thy lips rot off Tim. I will not kisse thee then the rot returnes To thine owne lippes againe Alc. How came the Noble Timon to this change Tim. As the Moone do's by wanting light to giue But then renew I could not like the Moone There were no Sunnes to borrow of Alc. Noble Timon what friendship may I do thee Tim. None but to
heare her speake away with her Laui Sweet Lords intreat her heare me but a word Demet. Listen faire Madam let it be your glory To see her teares but be your hart to them As vnrelenting flint to drops of raine Laui When did the Tigers young-ones teach the dam O doe not learne her wrath she taught it thee The milke thou suck'st from her did turne to Marble Euen at thy Teat thou had'st thy Tyranny Yet euery Mother breeds not Sonnes alike Do thou intreat her shew a woman pitty Chiro What Would'st thou haue me proue my selfe a bastard Laui 'T is true The Rauen doth not hatch a Larke Yet haue I heard Oh could I finde it now The Lion mou'd with pitty did indure To haue his Princely pawes par'd all away Some say that Rauens foster forlorne children The whil'st their owne birds famish in their nests Oh be to me though thy hard hart say no Nothing so kind but something pittifull Tamo I know not what it meanes away with her Lauin Oh let me teach thee for my Fathers sake That gaue thee life when well he might haue slaine thee Be not obdurate open thy deafe eares Tamo Had'st thou in person nere offended me Euen for his sake am I pittilesse Remember Boyes I powr'd forth teares in vaine To saue your brother from the sacrifice But fierce Andronicus would not relent Therefore away with her and vse her as you will The worse to her the better lou'd of me Laui Oh Tamora Be call'd a gentle Queene And with thine owne hands kill me in this place For 't is not life that I haue beg'd so long Poore I was slaine when Bassianus dy'd Tam. What beg'st thou then fond woman let me go Laui 'T is present death I beg and one thing more That womanhood denies my tongue to tell Oh keepe me from their worse then killing lust And tumble me into some loathsome pit Where neuer mans eye may behold my body Doe this and be a charitable murderer Tam. So should I rob my sweet Sonnes of their fee No let them satisfie their lust on thee Deme. Away For thou hast staid vs heere too long Lauinia No Garace No womanhood Ah beastly creature The blot and enemy to our generall name Confusion fall Chi. Nay then I le stop your mouth Bring thou her husband This is the Hole where Aaron bid vs hide him Tam. Farewell my Sonnes see that you make her sure Nere let my heart know merry cheere indeed Till all the Andronici be made away Now will I hence to seeke my louely Moore And let my spleenefull Sonnes this Trull defloure Exit Enter Aaron with two of Titus Sonnes Aron Come on my Lords the better foote before Straight will I bring you to the lothsome pit Where I espied the Panther fast asleepe Quin. My sight is very dull what ere it bodes Marti And mine I promise you were it not for shame Well could I leaue our sport to sleepe a while Quin. What art thou fallen What subtile Hole is this Whose mouth is couered with Rude growing Briers Vpon whose leaues are drops of new-shed-blood As fresh as mornings dew distil'd on flowers A very fatall place it seemes to me Speake Brother hast thou hurt thee with the fall Martius Oh Brother With the dismal'st obiect That euer eye with sight made heart lament Aron Now will I fetch the King to finde them heere That he thereby may haue a likely gesse How these were they that made away his Brother Exit Aaron Marti Why dost not comfort me and helpe me out From this vnhallow'd and blood-stained Hole Quintus I am surprised with an vncouth feare A chilling sweat ore-runs my trembling ioynts My heart suspects more then mine eie can see Marti To proue thou hast a true diuining heart Aaron and thou looke downe into this den And see a fearefull sight of blood and death Quintus Aaron is gone And my compassionate heart Will not permit mine eyes once to behold The thing whereat it trembles by surmise Oh tell me how it is for nere till now Was I a child to feare I know not what Marti Lord Bassianus lies embrewed heere All on a heape like to the slaughtred Lambe In this detested darke blood-drinking pit Quin. If it be darke how doost thou know 't is he Mart. Vpon his bloody finger he doth weare A precious Ring that lightens all the Hole Which like a Taper in some Monument Doth shine vpon the dead mans earthly cheekes And shewes the ragged intrailes of the pit So pale did shine the Moone on Piramus When he by night lay bath'd in Maiden blood O Brother helpe me with thy fainting hand If feare hath made thee faint as mee it hath Out of this fell deuouring receptacle As hatefull as Ocitus mistie mouth Quint. Reach me thy hand that I may helpe thee out Or wanting strength to doe thee so much good I may be pluckt into the swallowing wombe Of this deepe pit poore Bassianus graue I haue no strength to plucke thee to the brinke Martius Nor I no strength to clime without thy help Quin. Thy hand once more I will not loose againe Till thou art heere aloft or I below Thou can'st not come to me I come to thee Boths fall in Enter the Emperour Aaron the Moore Satur. Along with me I le see what hole is heere And what he is that now is leapt into it Say who art thou that lately did it descend Into this gaping hollow of the earth Marti The vnhappie sonne of old Andronicus Brought hither in a most vnluckie houre To finde thy brother Bassianus dead Satur. My brother dead I know thou dost but iest He and his Lady both are at the Lodge Vpon the North-side of this pleasant Chase 'T is not an houre since I left him there Marti We know not where you left him all aliue But out alas heere haue we found him dead Enter Tamora Andronicus and Lucius Tamo Where is my Lord the King King Heere Tamora though grieu'd with killing griefe Tam. Where is thy brother Bassianus King Now to the bottome dost thou search my wound Poore Bassianus heere lies murthered Tam. Then all too late I bring this fatall writ The complot of this timelesse Tragedie And wonder greatly that mans face can fold In pleasing smiles such murderous Tyrannie She giueth Saturnine a Letter Saturninus reads the Letter And if we misse to meete him hansomely Sweet huntsman Bassianus 't is we meane Doe thou so much as dig the graue for him Thou know'st our meaning looke for thy reward Among the Nettles at the Elder tree Which ouer-shades the mouth of that same pit Where we decreed to bury Bassianuss Doe this and purchase vs thy lasting friends King Oh Tamora was euer heard the like This is the pit and this the Elder tree Looke sirs if you can finde the huntsman out That should haue murthered Bassianus heere Aron My gracious Lord heere is the bag of Gold
it growes Poet. I that 's well knowne But what particular Rarity What strange Which manifold record not matches see Magicke of Bounty all these spirits thy power Hath coniur'd to attend I know the Merchant Pain I know them both th' others a Ieweller Mer. O 't is a worthy Lord. Iew. Nay that 's most fixt Mer. A most incomparable man breath'd as it were To an vntyreable and continuate goodnesse He passes Iew. I haue a Iewell heere Mer. O pray let 's see 't For the Lord Timon sir Iewel If he will touch the estimate But for that Poet. When we for recompence haue prais'd the vild It staines the glory in that happy Verse Which aptly sings the good Mer. 'T is a good forme Iewel And rich heere is a Water looke ye Pain You are rapt sir in some worke some Dedication to the great Lord. Poet. A thing slipt idlely from me Our Poesie is as a Gowne which vses From whence 't is nourisht the fire i' th' Flint Shewes not till it be strooke our gentle flame Prouokes it selfe and like the currant flyes Each bound it chases What haue you there Pain A Picture sir when comes your Booke forth Poet. Vpon the heeles of my presentment sir Let 's see your peece Pain 'T is a good Peece Poet. So 't is this comes off well and excellent Pain Indifferent Poet. Admirable How this grace Speakes his owne standing what a mentall power This eye shootes forth How bigge imagination Moues in this Lip to th' dumbnesse of the gesture One might interpret Pain It is a pretty mocking of the life Heere is a touch Is' t good Poet. I will say of it It Tutors Nature Artificiall strife Liues in these toutches liuelier then life Enter certaine Senators Pain How this Lord is followed Poet. The Senators of Athens happy men Pain Looke moe Po. You see this confluence this great flood of visitors I haue in this rough worke shap'd out a man Whom this beneath world doth embrace and hugge With amplest entertainment My free drift Halts not particularly but moues it selfe In a wide Sea of wax no leuell'd malice Infects one comma in the course I hold But flies an Eagle flight bold and forth on Leauing no Tract behinde Pain How shall I vnderstand you Poet. I will vnboult to you You see how all Conditions how all Mindes As well of glib and slipp'ry Creatures as Of Graue and austere qualitie tender downe Their seruices to Lord Timon his large Fortune Vpon his good and gracious Nature hanging Subdues and properties to his loue and tendance All sorts of hearts yea from the glasse-fac'd Flatterer To Apemantus that few things louesâ— better Then to abhorre himselfe euen hee drops downe The knee before him and returnes in peace Most rich in Timons nod Pain I saw them speake together Poet. Sir I haue vpon a high and pleasant hill Feign'd Fortune to be thron'd The Base o' th' Mount Is rank'd with all deserts all kinde of Natures That labour on the bosome of this Sphere To propagate their states among'st them all Whose eyes are on this Soueraigne Lady fixt One do I personate of Lord Timons frame Whom Fortune with her Iuory hand wafts to her Whose present grace to present slaues and seruants Translates his Riuals Pain 'T is conceyu'd to scope This Throne this Fortune and this Hill me thinkes With one man becken'd from the rest below Bowing his head against the steepy Mount To climbe his happinesse would be well exprest In our Condition Poet. Nay Sir but heare me on All those which were his Fellowes but of late Some better then his valew on the moment Follow his strides his Lobbies fill with tendance Raine Sacrificiall whisperings in his eare Make Sacred euen his styrrop and through him Drinke the free Ayre Pain I marry what of these Poet. When Fortune in her shift and change of mood Spurnes downe her late beloued all his Dependants Which labour'd after him to the Mountaines top Euen on their knees and hand let him sit downe Not one accompanying his declining foot Pain T is common A thousand morall Paintings I can shew That shall demonstrate these quicke blowes of Fortunes More pregnantly then words Yet you do well To shew Lord Timon that meane eyes haue seene The foot aboue the head Trumpets sound Enter Lord Timon addressing himselfe curteously to euery Sutor Tim. Imprison'd is he say you Mes I my good Lord fiue Talents is his debt His meanes most short his Creditors most straite Your Honourable Letter he desires To those haue shut him vp which failing Periods his comfort Tim. Noble Ventidius well I am not of that Feather to shake off My Friend when he must neede me I do know him A Gentleman that well deserues a helpe Which he shall haue I le pay the debt and free him Mes Your Lordship euer bindes him Tim. Commend me to him I will send his ransome And being enfranchized bid him come to me 'T is not enough to helpe the Feeble vp But to support him after Fare you well Mes All happinesse to your Honor. Exit Enter an old Athenian Oldm. Lord Timon heare me speake Tim. Freely good Father Oldm. Thou hast a Seruant nam'd Lucilius Tim. I haue so What of him Oldm. Most Noble Timon call the man before thee Tim. Attends he heere or no Lucillius Luc. Heere at your Lordships seruice Oldm. This Fellow heere L. Timon this thy Creature By night frequents my house I am a man That from my first haue beene inclin'd to thrift And my estate deserues an Heyre more rais'd Then one which holds a Trencher Tim. Well what further Old One onely Daughter haue I no Kin else On whom I may conferre what I haue got The Maid is faire a' th' youngest for a Bride And I haue bred her at my deerest cost In Qualities of the best This man of thine Attempts her loue I prythee Noble Lord Ioyne with me to forbid him her resort My selfe haue spoke in vaine Tim. The man is honest Oldm. Therefore he will be Timon His honesty rewards him in it selfe It must not beare my Daughter Tim. Does she loue him Oldm. She is yong and apt Our owne precedent passions do instruct vs What leuities in youth Tim. Loue you the Maid Luc. I my good Lord and she accepts of it Oldm. If in her Marriage my consent be missing I call the Gods to witnesse I will choose Mine heyre from forth the Beggers of the world And dispossesse her all Tim. How shall she be endowed If she be mated with an equall Husband Oldm. Three Talents on the present in future all Tim. This Gentleman of mine Hath seru'd me long To build his Fortune I will straine a little For 't is a Bond in men Giue him thy Daughter What you bestow in him I le counterpoize And make him weigh with her Oldm. Most Noble Lord Pawne me to this your Honour she is his Tim. My hand to thee Mine Honour on
there Does not become a man 't is much too blame They say my Lords Irafuror breuis est But yond man is verie angrie Go let him haue a Table by himselfe For he does neither affect companie Nor is he fit for 't indeed Aper Let me stay at thine apperill Timon I come to obserue I giue thee warning on 't Tim. I take no heede of thee Th' art an Athenian therefore welcome I my selfe would haue no power prythee let my meate make thee silent Aper I scorne thy meate 't would choake me for I should nere flatter thee Oh you Gods What a number of men eats Timon and he sees 'em not It greeues me to see so many dip there meate in one mans blood and all the madnesse is he cheeres them vp too I wonder men dare trust themselues with men Me thinks they should enuite them without kniues Good for there meate and safer for their liues There 's much example for 't the fellow that sits next him now parts bread with him pledges the breath of him in a diuided draught is the readiest man to kill him 'Tas beene proued if I were a huge man I should feare to drinke at meales least they should spie my wind-pipes dangerous noates great men should drinke with harnesse on their throates Tim. My Lord in heart and let the health go round 2. Lord. Let it flow this way my good Lord. Aper Flow this way A braue fellow He keepes his tides well those healths will make thee and thy state looke ill Timon Heere 's that which is too weake to be a sinner Honest water which nere left man i' th' mire This and my food are equals there 's no ods Feasts are to proud to giue thanks to the Gods Apermantus Grace Immortall Gods I craue no pelfe I pray for no man but my selfe Graunt I may neuer proue so fond To trust man on his Oath or Bond. Or a Harlot for her weeping Or a Dogge that seemes asleeping Or a keeper with my freedome Or my friends if I should need ' em Amen So fall too 't Richmen sin and I eat root Much good dich thy good heart Apermantus Tim. Captaine Alcibiades your hearts in the field now Alci My heart is euer at your seruice my Lord. Tim. You had rather be at a breakefast of Enemies then a dinner of Friends Alc. So they were bleeding new my Lord there 's no meat like 'em I could wish my best friend at such a Feast Aper Would all those Flatterers were thine Enemies then that then thou might'st kill 'em bid me to ' em 1. Lord. Might we but haue that happinesse my Lord that you would once vse our hearts whereby we might expresse some part of our zeales we should thinke our selues for euer perfect Timon Oh no doubt my good Friends but the Gods themselues haue prouided that I shall haue much helpe from you how had you beene my Friends else Why haue you that charitable title from thousands Did not you chiefely belong to my heart I haue told more of you to my selfe then you can with modestie speake in your owne behalfe And thus farre I confirme you Oh you Gods thinke I what need we haue any Friends if we should nere haue need of ' em They were the most needlesse Creatures liuing should we nere haue vse for ' em And would most resemble sweete Instruments hung vp in Cases that keepes there sounds to themselues Why I haue often wisht my selfe poorer that I might come neerer to you we are borne to do benefits And what better or properer can we call our owne then the richer of our Friends Oh what a pretious comfort 't is to haue so many like Brothers commanding one anothers Fortunes Oh ioyes e'ne made away er 't can be borne mine eies cannot hold out wateâ—me thinks to forget their Faults I drinke to you Aper Thou weep'st to make them drinke Timon 2. Lord. Ioy had the like conception in our eies And at that instant like a babe sprung vp Aper Ho ho I laugh to thinke that babe a bastard 3. Lord. I promise you my Lord you mou'd me much Aper Much. Sound Tucket Enter the Maskers of Amazons with Lutes in their hands dauncing and playing Tim. What meanes that Trumpe How now Enter Seruant Ser. Please you my Lord there are certaine Ladies Most desirous of admittance Tim. Ladies what are their wils Ser. There comes with them a fore-runner my Lord which beares that office to signifie their pleasures Tim. I pray let them be admitted Enter Cupid with the Maske of Ladies Cup. Haile to thee worthy Timon and to all that of his Bounties taste the fiue best Sencesa cknowledge thee their Patron and come freely to gratulate thy plentiouâ— bosome There tast touch all pleas'd from thy Table rise They onely now come but to Feast thine eies Timo. They 'r wecome all let 'em haue kind admittance Musicke make their welcome Luc. You see my Lord how ample y' are belou'd Aper Hoyday What a sweepe of vanitie comes this way They daunce They are mad women Like Madnesse is the glory of this life As this pompe shewes to a little oyle and roote We make our selues Fooles to disport our selues And spend our Flatteries to drinke those men Vpon whose Age we voyde it vp agen With poysonous Spight and Enuy. Who liues that 's not depraued or depraues Who dyes that beares not one spurne to their graues Of their Friends guift I should feare those that dance before me now Would one day stampe vpon me 'Tas bene done Men shut their doores against a setting Sunne The Lords rise from Table with much adoring of Timon and to shew their loues each single out an Amazon and all Dance men with women a loftie straine or two to the Hoboyes and cease Tim. You haue done our pleasures Much grace faire Ladies Set a faire fashion on our entertainment Which was not halfe so beautifull and kinde You haue added worth vntoo 't and luster And entertain'd me with mine owne deuice I am to thanke you for 't 1 Lord. My Lord you take vs euen at the best Aper Faith for the worst is filthy and would not hold taking I doubt me Tim. Ladies there is an idle banquet attends you Please you to dispose your selues All La. Most thankfully my Lord. Exeunt Tim. Flauius Fla. My Lord. Tim. The little Casket bring me hither Fla. Yes my Lord. More Iewels yet There is no crossing him in 's humor Else I should tell him well y faith I should When all 's spent hee 'ld be crost then and he could 'T is pitty Bounty had not eyes behinde That man might ne're be wretched for his minde Exit 1 Lord. Where be our men Ser. Heere my Lord in readinesse 2 Lord. Our Horses Tim. O my Friends I haue one word to say to you Looke you my good L. I must intreat you honour me so much As to aduance this Iewell accept it and weare it Kinde my
Bene. I haue almost matter enough in me for such an Embassage and so I commit you Clau. To the tuition of God From my house if I had it Pedro. The sixt of Iuly Your louing friend Benedick Bene. Nay mocke not mocke not the body of your discourse is sometime guarded with fragments and the guardes are but slightly basted on neither ere you flout old ends any further examine your conscience and so I leaue you Exit Clau. My Liege your Highnesse now may doe mee good Pedro. My loue is thine to teach teach it but how And thou shalt see how apt it is to learne Any hard Lesson that may do thee good Clau. Hath Leonato any sonne my Lord Pedro. No childe but Hero she 's his onely heire Dost thou affect her Claudio Clau. O my Lord When you went onward on this ended action I look'd vpon her with a souldiers eie That lik'd but had a rougher taske in hand Than to driue liking to the name of loue But now I am return'd and that warre-thoughts Haue left their places vacant in their roomes Come thronging soft and delicate desires All prompting mee how faire yong Hero is Saying I lik'd her ere I went to warres Pedro. Thou wilt be like a louer presently And tire the hearer with a booke of words If thou dost loue faire Hero cherish it And I will breake with her wast not to this end That thou beganst to twist so fine a story Clau. How sweetly doe you minister to loue That know loues griefe by his complexion But lest my liking might too sodaine seeme I would haue salu'd it with a longer treatise Ped. What need y e bridge much broder then the flood The fairest graunt is the necessitie Looke what will serue is fit 't is once thou louest And I will fit thee with the remedie I know we shall haue reuelling to night I will assume thy part in some disguise And tell faire Hero I am Claudio And in her bosome I le vnclaspe my heart And take her hearing prisoner with the force And strong incounter of my amorous tale Then after to her father will I breake And the conclusion is shee shall be thine In practise let vs put it presently Exeunt Enter Leonato and an old man brother to Leonato Leo. How now brother where is my cosen your son hath he prouided this musicke Old He is very busie about it but brother I can tell you newes that you yet dreamt not of Lo. Are they good Old As the euents stamps them but they haue â— good couer they shew well outward the Prince and Count Claudio walking in a thick pleached alley in my orchard were thus ouer-heard by a man of mine the Prince discouered to Claudio that hee loued my niece your daughter and meant to acknowledge it this night in a dance and if hee found her accordant hee meant to take the present time by the top and instantly breake with you of it Leo. Hath the fellow any wit that told you this Old A good sharpe fellow I will send for him and question him your selfe Leo. No no wee will hold it as a dreame till it appeare it selfe but I will acquaint my daughter withall that she may be the better prepared for an answer if peraduenture this bee true goe you and tell her of it coosins you know what you haue to doe O I crie you mercie friend goe you with mee and I will vse your skill good cosin haue a care this busie time Exeunt Enter Sir Iohn the Bastard and Conrade his companion Con. What the good yeere my Lord why are you thus out of measure sad Ioh. There is no measure in the occasion that breeds therefore the sadnesse is without limit Con. You should heare reason Iohn And when I haue heard it what blessing bringeth it Con. If not a present remedy yet a patient sufferance Ioh. I wonder that thou being as thou saist thou art borne vnder Saturne goest about to apply a morall medicine to a mortifying mischiefe I cannot hide what I am I must bee sad when I haue cause and smile at no mans iests eat when I haue stomacke and wait for no mans leisure sleepe when I am drowsie and tend on no mans businesse laugh when I am merry and claw no man in his humor Con. Yea but you must not make the ful show of this till you may doe it without controllment you haue of late stood out against your brother and hee hath tane you newly into his grace where it is impossible you should take root but by the faire weather that you make your selfe it is needful that you frame the season for your owne haruest Iohn I had rather be a canker in a hedge then a rose in his grace and it better fits my bloud to be disdain'd of all then to fashion a carriage to rob loue from any in this though I cannot be said to be a flattering honest man it must not be denied but I am a plaine dealing villaine I am trusted with a mussell and enfranchisde with a clog therefore I haue decreed not to sing in my cage if I had my mouth I would bite if I had my liberty I would do my liking in the meane time let me be that I am and seeke not to alter me Con. Can you make no vse of your discontent Iohn I will make all vse of it for I vse it onely Who comes here what newes Borachio Enter Borachio Bor. I came yonder from a great supper the Prince your brother is royally entertained by Leonato and I can giue you intelligence of an intended marriage Iohn Will it serue for any Modell to build mischiefe on What is hee for a foole that betrothes himselfe to vnquietnesse Bor. Mary it is your brothers right hand Iohn Who the most exquisite Claudio Bor. Euen he Iohn A proper squier and who and who which way lookes he Bor. Mary on Hero the daughter and Heire of Leonato Iohn A very forward March-chicke how came you to this Bor. Being entertain'd for a perfumer as I was smoaking a musty roome comes me the Prince and Claudio hand in hand in sad conference I whipt behind the Arras and there heard it agreed vpon that the Prince should wooe Hero for himselfe and hauing obtain'd her giue her to Count Claudio Iohn Come come let vs thither this may proue food to my displeasure that young start-vp hath all the glorie of my ouerthrow if I can crosse him any way I blesse my selfe euery way you are both sure and will assist mee Conr. To the death my Lord. Iohn Let vs to the great supper their cheere is the greater that I am subdued would the Cooke were of my minde shall we goe proue what 's to be done Bor. Wee 'll wait vpon your Lordship Exeunt Actus Secundus Enter Leonato his brother his wife Hero his daughter and Beatrice his neece and a kinsman Leonato Was not Count Iohn here at supper Brother I saw him
Faire paiment for foule words is more then due For. Nothing but faire is that which you inherit Qu. See see my beautie will be sau'd by merit O heresie in faire fit for these dayes A giuing hand though foule shall haue faire praise But come the Bow Now Mercie goes to kill And shooting well is then accounted ill Thus will I saue my credit in the shoote Not wounding pittie would not let me do 't If wounding then it was to shew my skill That more for praise then purpose meant to kill And out of question so it is sometimes Glory growes guiltie of detested crimes When for Fames sake for praise an outward part We bend to that the working of the hart As I for praise alone now seeke to spill The poore Deeres blood that my heart meanes no ill Boy Do not curst wiues hold that selfe-soueraigntie Onely for praise sake when they striue to be Lords ore their Lords Qu. Onely for praise and praise we may afford To any Lady that subdewes a Lord. Enter Clowne Boy Here comes a member of the common-wealth Clo. God dig-you-den all pray you which is the head Lady Qu. Thou shalt know her fellow by the rest that haue no heads Clo. Which is the greatest Lady the highest Qu. The thickest and the tallest Clo. The thickest the tallest it is so truth is truth And your waste Mistris were as slender as my wit One a these Maides girdles for your waste should be fit Are not you the chiefe womā You are the thickest here Qu. What 's your will sir What 's your will Clo. I haue a Letter from Monsier Berowne To one Lady Rosaline Qu. O thy letter thy letter He 's a good friend of mine Stand a side good bearer Boyet you can carue Breake vp this Capon Boyet I am bound to serue This Letter is mistooke it importeth none here It is writ to Iaquenetta Qu. We will reade it I sweare Breake the necke of the Waxe and euery one giue eare Boyet reades BY heauen that thou art faire is most infallible true that thou art beauteous truth it selfe that thou art louely more fairer then faire beautifull then beautious truer then truth it selfe haue comiseration on thy heroicall Vassall The magnanimous and most illustrate King Cophetua set eie vpon the pernicious and indubitate Begger Zenelophon and he it was that might rightly say Veni vidi vici Which to annothanize in the vulgar O base and obscure vulgar videliset He came See and ouercame hee came one see two couercame three Who came the King Why did he come to see Why did he see to ouercome To whom came he to the Begger What saw he the Begger Who ouercame he the Begger The conclusion is victorie On whose side the King the captiue is inricht On whose side the Beggers The catastrophe is a Nuptiall on whose side the Kings no on both in one or one in both I am the King for so stands the comparison thou the Begger for so witnesseth thy lowlinesse Shall I command thy loue I may Shall I enforce thy loue I could Shall I entreate thy loue I will What shalt thou exchange for ragges roabes for tittles titles for thy selfe mee Thus expecting thy reply I prophane my lips on thy foote my eyes on thy picture and my heart on thy euerie part Thine in the dearest designe of industrie Don Adriana de Armatho Thus dost thou heare the Nemean Lion roare Gainst thee thou Lambe that standest as his pray Submissiue fall his princely feete before And he from forrage will incline to play But if thou striue poore soule what art thou then Foode for his rage repasture for his den Qu. What plume of feathers is hee that indited this Letter What veine What Wethercocke Did you euer heare better Boy I am much deceiued but I remember the stile Qu. Else your memorie is bad going ore it erewhile Boy This Armando is a Spaniard that keeps here in court A Phantasime a Monarcho and one that makes sport To the Prince and his Booke-mates Qu. Thou fellow a word Who gaue thee this Letter Clow. I told you my Lord. Qu. To whom should'st thou giue it Clo. From my Lord to my Lady Qu. From which Lord to which Lady Clo. From my Lord Berowne a good master of mine To a Lady of France that he call'd Rosaline Qu. Thou hast mistaken his letter Come Lords away Here sweete put vp this 't will be thine another day Exeunt Boy Who is the shooter Who is the shooter Rosa Shall I teach you to know Boy I my continent of beautie Rosa Why she that beares the Bow Finely put off Boy My Lady goes to kill hornes but if thou marrie Hang me by the necke if hornes that yeare miscarrie Finely put on Rosa Well then I am the shooter Boy And who is your Deare Rosa If we choose by the hornes your selfe come not neare Finely put on indeede Maria. You still wrangle with her Boyet and shee strikes at the brow Boyet But she her selfe is hit lower Haue I hit her now Rosa Shall I come vpon thee with an old saying that was a man when King Pippin of France was a little boy as touching the hit it Boyet So I may answere thee with one as old that was a woman when Queene Guinouer of Brittaine was a little wench as touching the hit it Rosa Thou canst not hit it hit it hit it Thou canst not hit it my good man Boy I cannot cannot cannot And I cannot another can Exit Clo. By my troth most pleasant how both did fit it Mar. A marke marueilous well shot for they both did hit Boy A mark O marke but that marke a marke saies my Lady Let the mark haue a pricke in 't to meat at if it may be Mar. Wide a' th bow hand yfaith your hand is out Clo. Indeede a' must shoote nearer or hee le ne're hit the clout Boy And if my hand be out then belike your hand is in Clo. Then will shee get the vpshoot by cleauing the is in Ma. Come come you talke greasely your lips grow foule Clo. She 's too hard for you at pricks sir challenge her to boule Boy I feare too much rubbing good night my good Oule Clo. By my soule a Swaine a most simple Clowne Lord Lord how the Ladies and I haue put him downe O my troth most sweete iests most inconie vulgar wit When it comes so smoothly off so obscenely as it were so fit Armathor ath to the side O a most dainty man To see him walke before a Lady and to beare her Fan. To see him kisse his hand and how most sweetly a will sweare And his Page at other side that handfull of wit Ah heauens it is most patheticall nit Sowla sowla Exeunt Shoote within Enter Dull Holofernes the Pedant and Nathaniel Nat. Very reuerent sport truely and done in the testimony of a good conscience Ped. The Deare was as you know sanguis in
your Tents Const Who hath measur'd the ground Mess The Lord Grandpree Const A valiant and most expert Gentleman Would it were day Alas poore Harry of England hee longs not for the Dawning as wee doe Orleance What a wretched and peeuish fellow is this King of England to mope with his fat-brain'd followers so farre out of his knowledge Const If the English had any apprehension they would runne away Orleance That they lack for if their heads had any intellectuall Armour they could neuer weare such heauie Head-pieces Ramb. That Iland of England breedes very valiant Creatures their Mastiffes are of vnmatchable courage Orleance Foolish Curres that runne winking into the mouth of a Russian Beare and haue their heads crusht like rotten Apples you may as well say that 's a valiant Flea that dare eate his breakefast on the Lippe of a Lyon Const Iust iust and the men doe sympathize with the Mastiffes in robustious and rough comming on leauing their Wits with their Wiues and then giue them great Meales of Beefe and Iron and Steele they will eate like Wolues and fight like Deuils Orleance I but these English are shrowdly out of Beefe Const. Then shall we finde to morrow they haue only stomackes to eate and none to fight Now is it time to arme come shall we about it Orleance It is now two a Clock but let me see by ten Wee shall haue each a hundred English men Exeunt Actus Tertius Chorus Now entertaine coniecture of a time When creeping Murmure and the poring Darke Fills the wide Vessell of the Vniuerse From Camp to Camp through the foule Womb of Night The Humme of eyther Army stilly sounds That the fixt Centinels almost receiue The secret Whispers of each others Watch. Fire answers fire and through their paly flames Each Battaile sees the others vmber'd face Steed threatens Steed in high and boastfull Neighs Piercing the Nights dull Eare and from the Tents The Armourers accomplishing the Knights With busie Hammers closing Riuets vp Giue dreadfull note of preparation The Countrey Cocks doe crow the Clocks doe towle And the third howre of drowsie Morning nam'd Prowd of their Numbers and secure in Soule The confident and ouer-lustie French Doe the low-rated English play at Dice And chide the creeple-tardy-gated Night Who like a foule and ougly Witch doth limpe So tediously away The poore condemned English Like Sacrifices by their watchfull Fires Sit patiently and inly ruminate The Mornings danger and their gesture sad Inuesting lanke-leane Cheekes and Warre-worne Coats Presented them vnto the gazing Moone So many horride Ghosts O now who will behold The Royall Captaine of this ruin'd Band Walking from Watch to Watch from Tent to Tent Let him cry Prayse and Glory on his head For forth he goes and visits all his Hoast Bids them good morrow with a modest Smyle And calls them Brothers Friends and Countreymen Vpon his Royall Face there is no note How dread an Army hath enrounded him Nor doth he dedicate one iot of Colour Vnto the wearie and all-watched Night But freshly lookes and ouer-beares Attaint With chearefull semblance and sweet Maiestie That euery Wretch pining and pale before Beholding him plucks comfort from his Lookes A Largesse vniuersall like the Sunne His liberall Eye doth giue to euery one Thawing cold feare that meane and gentle all Behold as may vnworthinesse define A little touch of Harry in the Night And so our Scene must to the Battaile flye Where O for pitty we shall much disgrace With foure or fiue most vile and ragged foyles Right ill dispos'd in brawle ridiculous The Name of Agincourt Yet sit and see Minding true things by what their Mock'ries bee Exit Enter the King Bedford and Gloucester King Gloster 't is true that we are in great danger The greater therefore should our Courage be God morrow Brother Bedford God Almightie There is some soule of goodnesse in things euill Would men obseruingly distill it out For our bad Neighbour makes vs early stirrers Which is both healthfull and good husbandry Besides they are our outward Consciences And Preachers to vs all admonishing That we should dresse vs fairely for our end Thus may we gather Honey from the Weed And make a Morall of the Diuell himselfe Enter Erpingham Good morrow old Sir Thomas Erpingham A good soft Pillow for that good white Head Were better then a churlish turfe of France Erping Not so my Liege this Lodging likes me better Since I may say now lye I like a King King 'T is good for men to loue their present paines Vpon example so the Spirit is eased And when the Mind is quickned out of doubt The Organs though defunct and dead before Breake vp their drowsie Graue and newly moue With casted slough and fresh legeritie Lend me thy Cloake Sir Thomas Brothers both Commend me to the Princes in our Campe Doe my good morrow to them and anon Desire them all to my Pauillion Gloster We shall my Liege Erping Shall I attend your Grace King No my good Knight Goe with my Brothers to my Lords of England I and my Bosome must debate a while And then I would no other company Erping The Lord in Heauen blesse thee Noble Harry Exeunt King God a mercy old Heart thou speak'st chearefully Enter Pistoll Pist Che vous la King A friend Pist Discusse vnto me art thou Officer or art thou base common and popular King I am a Gentleman of a Company Pist Trayl'st thou the puissant Pyke King Euen so what are you Pist As good a Gentleman as the Emperor King Then you are a better then the King Pist The King 's a Bawcock and a Heart of Gold a Lad of Life an Impe of Fame of Parents good of Fist most valiant I kisse his durtie shooe and from heart-string I loue the louely Bully What is thy Name King Harry le Roy. Pist Le Roy a Cornish Name art thou of Cornish Crew King No I am a Welchman Pist Know'st thou Fluellen King Yes Pist Tell him I le knock his Leeke about his Pate vpon S. Dauies day King Doe not you weare your Dagger in your Cappe that day least he knock that about yours Pist Art thou his friend King And his Kinsman too Pist The Figo for thee then King I thanke you God be with you Pist My name is Pistol call'd Exit King It sorts well with your fiercenesse Manet King Enter Fluellen and Gower Gower Captaine Fluellen Flu. ' So in the Name of Iesu Christ speake fewer it is the greatest admiration in the vniuersall World when the true and aunchient Prerogatifes and Lawes of the Warres is not kept if you would take the paines but to examine the Warres of Pompey the Great you shall finde I warrant you that there is no tiddle tadle nor pibble bable in Pompeyes Campe I warrant you you shall finde the Ceremonies of the Warres and the Cares of it and the Formes of it and the Sobrietie of it and the Modestie of it to
her part in this And doth deserue a Coronet of Gold Charles Now let vs on my Lords And ioyne our Powers And seeke how we may preiudice the Foe Exeunt Scoena Quarta Enter the King Gloucester Winchester Yorke Suffolke Somerset Warwicke Exeter To them with his Souldiors Talbot Talb. My gracious Prince and honorable Peeres Hearing of your arriuall in this Realme I haue a while giuen Truce vnto my Warres To doe my dutie to my Soueraigne In signe whereof this Arme that hath reclaym'd To your obedience fiftie Fortresses Twelue Cities and seuen walled Townes of strength Beside fiue hundred Prisoners of esteeme Le ts fall his Sword before your Highnesse feet And with submissiue loyaltie of heart Ascribes the Glory of his Conquest got First to my God and next vnto your Grace King Is this the Lord Talbot Vnckle Gloucester That hath so long beene resident in France Glost. Yes if it please your Maiestie my Liege King Welcome braue Captaine and victorious Lord. When I was young as yet I am not old I doe remember how my Father said A stouter Champion neuer handled Sword Long since we were resolued of your truth Your faithfull seruice and your toyle in Warre Yet neuer haue you tasted our Reward Or beene reguerdon'd with so much as Thanks Because till now we neuer saw your face Therefore stand vp and for these good deserts We here create you Earle of Shrewsbury And in our Coronation take your place Senet Flourish Exeunt Manet Vernon and Basset Vern Now Sir to you that were so hot at Sea Disgracing of these Colours that I weare In honor of my Noble Lord of Yorke Dar'st thou maintaine the former words thou spak'st Bass Yes Sir as well as you dare patronage The enuious barking of your sawcie Tongue Against my Lord the Duke of Somerset Vern. Sirrha thy Lord I honour as he is Bass Why what is he as good a man as Yorke Vern Hearke ye not so in witnesse take ye that Strikes him Bass Villaine thou knowest The Law of Armes is such That who so drawes a Sword 't is present death Or else this Blow should broach thy dearest Bloud But I le vnto his Maiestie and craue I may haue libertie to venge this Wrong When thou shalt see I le meet thee to thy cost Vern Well miscreant I le be there as soone as you And after meete you sooner then you would Exeunt Actus Quartus Scena Prima Enter King Glocester Winchester Yorke Suffolke Somerset Warwicke Talbot and Gouernor Exeter Glo. Lord Bishop set the Crowne vpon his head Win. God saue King Henry of that name the sixt Glo. Now Gouernour of Paris take your oath That you elect no other King but him Esteeme none Friends but such as are his Friends And none your Foes but such as shall pretend Malicious practises against his State This shall ye do so helpe you righteous God Enter Falstaffe Fal. My gracious Soueraigne as I rode from Calice To haste vnto your Coronation A Letter was deliuer'd to my hands Writ to your Grace from th' Duke of Burgundy Tal. Shame to the Duke of Burgundy and thee I vow'd base Knight when I did meete the next To teare the Garter from thy Crauens legge Which I haue done because vnworthily Thou was 't installed in that High Degree Pardon me Princely Henry and the rest This Dastard at the battell of Poictiers When but in all I was sixe thousand strong And that the French were almost ten to one Before we met or that a stroke was giuen Like to a trustie Squire did run away In which assault we lost twelue hundred men My selfe and diuers Gentlemen beside Were there surpriz'd and taken prisoners Then iudge great Lords if I haue done amisse Or whether that such Cowards ought to weare This Ornament of Knighthood yea or no Glo. To say the truth this fact was infamous And ill beseeming any common man Much more a Knight a Captaine and a Leader Tal. When first this Order was ordain'd my Lords Knights of the Garter were of Noble birth Valiant and Vertuous full of haughtie Courage Such as were growne to credit by the warres Not fearing Death nor shrinking for Distresse But alwayes resolute in most extreames He then that is not furnish'd in this sort Doth but vsurpe the Sacred name of Knight Prophaning this most Honourable Order And should if I were worthy to be Iudge Be quite degraded like a Hedge-borne Swaine That doth presume to boast of Gentle blood K. Staine to thy Countrymen thou hear'st thy doom Be packing therefore thou that was 't a knight Henceforth we banish thee on paine of death And now Lord Protector view the Letter Sent from our Vnckle Duke of Burgundy Glo. What meanes his Grace that he hath chaung'd his Stile No more but plaine and bluntly To the King Hath he forgot he is his Soueraigne Or doth this churlish Superscription Pretend some alteration in good will What 's heere I haue vpon especiall cause Mou'd with compassion of my Countries wracke Together with the pittifull complaints Of such as your oppression feedes vpon Forsaken your pernitious Faction And ioyn'd with Charles the rightfull king of France O monstrous Treachery Can this be so That in alliance amity and oathes There should be found such false dissembling guile King What doth my Vnckle Burgundy reuolt Glo. He doth my Lord and is become your foe King Is that the worst this Letter doth containe Glo. It is the worst and all my Lord he writes King Why then Lord Talbot there shal talk with him And giue him chasticement for this abuse How say you my Lord are you not content Tal. Content my Liege Yes But y t I am preuented I should haue begg'd I might haue bene employd King Then gather strength and march vnto him straight Let him perceiue how ill we brooke his Treason And what offence it is to flout his Friends Tal. I go my Lord in heart desiring still You may behold confusion of your foes Enter Vernon and Bassit Ver. Grant me the Combate gracious Soueraigne Bas And me my Lord grant me the Combate too Yorke This is my Seruant heare him Noble Prince Som. And this is mine sweet Henry fauour him King Be patient Lords and giue them leaue to speak Say Gentlemen what makes you thus exclaime And wherefore craue you Combate Or with whom Ver. With him my Lord for he hath done me wrong Bas And I with him for he hath done me wrong King What is that wrong wherof you both complain First let me know and then I le answer you Bas Crossing the Sea from England into France This Fellow heere with enuious carping tongue Vpbraided me about the Rose I weare Saying the sanguine colour of the Leaues Did represent my Masters blushing cheekes When stubbornly he did repugne the truth About a certaine question in the Law Argu'd betwixt the Duke of Yorke and him With other vile and ignominious tearmes In confutation of which rude
my leaue of thee faire Sonne Borne to eclipse thy Life this afternoone Come side by side together liue and dye And Soule with Soule from France to Heauen flye Exit Alarum Excursions wherein Talbots Sonne is hemm'd about and Talbot rescues him Talb. Saint George and Victory fight Souldiers fight The Regent hath with Talbot broke his word And left vs to the rage of France his Sword Where is Iohn Talbot pawse and take thy breath I gaue thee Life and rescu'd thee from Death Iohn O twice my Father twice am I thy Sonne The Life thou gau'st me first was lost and done Till with thy Warlike Sword despight of Fate To my determin'd time thou gau'st new date Talb. When frō the Dolphins Crest thy Sword struck fire It warm'd thy Fathers heart with prowd desire Of bold-fac't Victorie Then Leaden Age Quicken'd with Youthfull Spleene and Warlike Rage Beat downe Alanson Orleance Burgundie And from the Pride of Gallia rescued thee The irefull Bastard Orleance that drew blood From thee my Boy and had the Maidenhood Of thy first fight I soone encountred And interchanging blowes I quickly shed Some of his Bastard blood and in disgrace Bespoke him thus Contaminated base And mis-begotten blood I spill of thine Meane and right poore for that pure blood of mine Which thou didst force from Talbot my braue Boy Here purposing the Bastard to destroy Came in strong rescue Speake thy Fathers care Art thou not wearie Iohn How do'st thou fare Wilt thou yet leaue the Battaile Boy and flie Now thou art seal'd the Sonne of Chiualrie Flye to reuenge my death when I am dead The helpe of one stands me in little stead Oh too much folly is it well I wot To hazard all our liues in one small Boat If I to day dye not with Frenchmens Rage To morrow I shall dye with mickle Age. By me they nothing gaine and if I stay 'T is but the shortning of my Life one day In thee thy Mother dyes our Households Name My Deaths Reuenge thy Youth and Englands Fame All these and more we hazard by thy stay All these are sau'd if thou wilt flye away Iohn The Sword of Orleance hath not made me smart These words of yours draw Life-blood from my Heart On that aduantage bought with such a shame To saue a paltry Life and slay bright Fame Before young Talbot from old Talbot flye The Coward Horse that beares me fall and dye And like me to the pesant Boyes of France To be Shames scorne and subiect of Mischance Surely by all the Glorie you haue wonne And if I flye I am not Talbots Sonne Then talke no more of flight it is no boot If Sonne to Talbot dye at Talbots foot Talb. Then follow thou thy desp'rate Syre of Creet Thou Icarus thy Life to me is sweet If thou wilt fight fight by thy Fathers side And commendable prou'd let 's dye in pride Exit Alarum Excursions Enter old Talbot led Talb. Where is my other Life mine owne is gone O where 's young Talbot where is valiant Iohn Triumphant Death smear'd with Captiuitie Young Talbots Valour makes me smile at thee When he perceiu'd me shrinke and on my Knee His bloodie Sword he brandisht ouer mee And like a hungry Lyon did commence Rough deeds of Rage and sterne Impatience But when my angry Guardant stood alone Tendring my ruine and assayl'd of none Dizzie-ey'd Furie and great rage of Heart Suddenly made him from my side to start Into the clustring Battaile of the French And in that Sea of Blood my Boy did drench His ouer-mounting Spirit and there di'de My Icarus my Blossome in his pride Enter with Iohn Talbot borne Seru. O my deare Lord loe where your Sonne is borne Tal. Thou antique Death which laugh'st vs here to scorn Anon from thy insulting Tyrannie Coupled in bonds of perpetuitie Two Talbots winged through the lither Skie In thy despight shall scape Mortalitie O thou whose wounds become hard fauoured death Speake to thy father ere thou yeeld thy breath Braue death by speaking whither he will or no Imagine him a Frenchman and thy Foe Poore Boy he smiles me thinkes as who should say Had Death bene French then Death had dyed to day Come come and lay him in his Fathers armes My spirit can no longer beare these harmes Souldiers adieu I haue what I would haue Now my old armes are yong Iohn Talbots graue Dyes Enter Charles Alanson Burgundie Bastard and Pucell Char. Had Yorke and Somerset brought rescue in We should haue found a bloody day of this Bast How the yong whelpe of Talbots raging wood Did flesh his punie-sword in Frenchmens blood Puc Once I encountred him and thus I said Thou Maiden youth be vanquisht by a Maide But with a proud Maiesticall high scorne He answer'd thus Yong Talbot was not borne To be the pillage of a Giglot Wench So rushing in the bowels of the French He left me proudly as vnworthy fight Bur. Doubtlesse he would haue made a noble Knight See where he lyes inherced in the armes Of the most bloody Nursser of his harmes Bast Hew them to peeces hack their bones assunder Whose life was Englands glory Gallia's wonder Char. Oh no forbeare For that which we haue fled During the life let vs not wrong it dead Enter Lucie Lu. Herald conduct me to the Dolphins Tent To know who hath obtain'd the glory of the day Char. On what submissiue message art thou sent Lucy Submission Dolphin Ti◠a meere French word We English Warriours wot not what it meanes I come to know what Prisoner thou hast tane And to suruey the bodies of the dead Char. For prisoners askst thou Hell our prison is But tell me whom thou seek'st Luc. But where 's the great Alcides of the field Valiant Lord Talbot Earle of Shrewsbury Created for his rare successe in Armes Great Earle of Washford Waterford and Valence Lord Talbot of Goodrig and Vrchinfield Lord Strange of Blackmere Lord Verdon of Alton Lord Cromwell of Wingefield Lord Furniuall of Sheffeild The thrice victorious Lord of Falconbridge Knight of the Noble Order of S. George Worthy S. Michael and the Golden Fleece Great Marshall to Henry the sixt Of all his Warres within the Realme of France Puc Heere 's a silly stately stile indeede The Turke that two and fiftie Kingdomes hath Writes not so tedious a Stile as this Him that thou magnifi'st with all these Titles Stinking and fly-blowne lyes heere at our feete Lucy Is Talbot slaine the Frenchmens only Scourge Your Kingdomes terror and blacke Nemesis Oh were mine eye-balles into Bullets turn'd That I in rage might shoot them at your faces Oh that I could but call these dead to life It were enough to fright the Realme of France Were but his Picture left amongst you here It would amaze the prowdest of you all Giue me their Bodyes that I may beare them hence And giue them Buriall as beseemes their worth Pucel I thinke this vpstart is old Talbots
Ghost He speakes with such a proud commanding spirit For Gods sake let him haue him to keepe them here They would but stinke and putrifie the ayre Char. Go take their bodies hence Lucy I le beare them hence but from their ashes shal be reard A Phoenix that shall make all France affear'd Char. So we be rid of them do with him what y u wilt And now to Paris in this conquering vaine All will be ours now bloody Talbots slaine Exit Scena secunda SENNET Enter King Glocester and Exeter King Haue you perus'd the Letters from the Pope The Emperor and the Earle of Arminack Glo. I haue my Lord and their intent is this They humbly sue vnto your Excellence To haue a godly peace concluded of Betweene the Realmes of England and of France King How doth your Grace affect their motion Glo. Well my good Lord and as the only meanes To stop effusion of our Christian blood And stablish quietnesse on euery side King I marry Vnckle for I alwayes thought It was both impious and vnnaturall That such immanity and bloody strife Should reigne among Professors of one Faith Glo. Beside my Lord the sooner to effect And surer binde this knot of amitie The Earle of Arminacke neere knit to Charles A man of great Authoritie in France Proffers his onely daughter to your Grace In marriage with a large and sumptuous Dowrie King Marriage Vnckle Alas my yeares are yong And fitter is my studie and my Bookes Than wanton dalliance with a Paramour Yet call th' Embassadors and as you please So let them haue their answeres euery one I shall be well content with any choyce Tends to Gods glory and my Countries weale Enter Winchester and three Ambassadors Exet. What is my Lord of Winchester install'd And call'd vnto a Cardinalls degree Then I perceiue that will be verified Henry the Fift did sometime prophesie If once he come to be a Cardinall Hee 'l make his cap coequall with the Crowne King My Lords Ambassadors your seuerall suites Haue bin consider'd and debated on Your purpose is both good and reasonable And therefore are we certainly resolu'd To draw conditions of a friendly peace Which by my Lord of Winchester we meane Shall be transported presently to France Glo. And for the proffer of my Lord your Master I haue inform'd his Highnesse so at large As liking of the Ladies vertuous gifts Her Beauty and the valew of her Dower He doth intend she shall be Englands Queene King In argument and proofe of which contract Beare her this Iewell pledge of my affection And so my Lord Protector see them guarded And safely brought to Douer wherein ship'd Commit them to the fortune of the sea Exeunt Win. Stay my Lord Legate you shall first receiue The summe of money which I promised Should be deliuered to his Holinesse For cloathing me in these graue Ornaments Legat. I will attend vpon your Lordships leysure Win. Now Winchester will not submit I trow Or be inferiour to the proudest Peere Humfrey of Gloster thou shalt well perceiue That neither in birth or for authoritie The Bishop will be ouer-borne by thee I le either make thee stoope and bend thy knee Or sacke this Country with a mutiny Exeunt Scoena Tertia Enter Charles Burgundy Alanson Bastard Reignier and Ione Char. These newes my Lords may cheere our drooping spirits 'T is said the stout Parisians do reuolt And turne againe vnto the warlike French Alan Then march to Paris Royall Charles of France And keepe not backe your powers in dalliance Pucel Peace be amongst them if they turne to vs Else ruine combate with their Pallaces Enter Scout Scout Successe vnto our valiant Generall And happinesse to his accomplices Char. What tidings send our Scouts I prethee speak Scout The English Army that diuided was Into two parties is now conioyn'd in one And meanes to giue you battell presently Char. Somewhat too sodaine Sirs the warning is But we will presently prouide for them Bur. I trust the Ghost of Talbot is not there Now he is gone my Lord you neede not feare Pucel Of all base passions Feare is most accurst Command the Conquest Charles it shall be thine Let Henry fret and all the world repine Char. Then on my Lords and France be fortunate Exeunt Alarum Excursions Enter Ione de Pucell Puc The Regent conquers and the Frenchmen flye Now helpe ye charming Spelles and Periapts And ye choise spirits that admonish me And giue me signes of future accidents Thunder You speedy helpers that are substitutes Vnder the Lordly Monarch of the North Appeare and ayde me in this enterprize Enter Fiends This speedy and quicke appearance argues proofe Of your accustom'd diligence to me Now ye Familiar Spirits that are cull'd Out of the powerfull Regions vnder earth Helpe me this once that France may get the field They walke and speake not Oh hold me not with silenee ouer-long Where I was wont to feed you with my blood I le lopâ— member off and giue it you In earnest of a further benefit So you do condiscend to helpe me now They hang their heads No hope to haue redresse My body shall Pay recompence if you will graunt my suite They shake their heads Cannot my body nor blood-sacrifice Intreate you to your wonted furtherance Then take my soule my body soule and all Before that England giue the French the foyle They depart See they forsake me Now the time is come That France must vale her lofty plumed Crest And let her head fall into Englands lappe My ancient Incantations are too weake And hell too strong for me to buckle with Now France thy glory droopcth to the dust Exit Excursions Burgundie and Yorke fight hand to hand French flye Yorke Damsell of France I thinke I haue you fast Vnchaine your spirits now with spelling Charmes And try if they can gaine your liberty A goodly prize fit for the diuels grace See how the vgly Witch doth bend her browes As if with Circe she would change my shape Puc Chang'd to a worser shape thou canst not be Yor. Oh Charles the Dolphin is a proper man No shape but his can please your dainty eye Puc A plaguing mischeefe light on Charles and thee And may ye both be sodainly surpriz'd By bloudy hands in sleeping on your beds Yorke Fell banning Hagge Inchantresse hold thy tongue Puc I prethee giue me leaue to curse awhile Yorke Curse Miscreant when thou comst to the stake Exeunt Alarum Enter Suffolke with Margaret in his hand Suff. Be what thou wilt thou art my prisoner Gazes on her Oh Fairest Beautie do not feare nor flye For I will touch thee but with reuerend hands I kisse these fingers for eternall peace And lay them gently on thy tender side Who art thou say that I may honor thee Mar. Margaret my name and daughter to a King The King of Naples who so ere thou art Suff. An Earle I am and Suffolke am I call'd Be not offended
she haue time to breathe be well assur'd Her faction will be full as strong as ours King We are aduertis'd by our louing friends That they doe hold their course toward Tewksbury We hauing now the best at Barnet field Will thither straight for willingnesse rids way And as we march our strength will be augmented In euery Countie as we goe along Strike vp the Drumme cry courage and away Exeunt Flourish March Enter the Queene young Edward Somerset Oxford and Souldiers Qu. Great Lords wise men ne'r sit and waile their losse But chearely seeke how to redresse their harmes What though the Mast be now blowne ouer-boord The Cable broke the holding-Anchor lost And halfe our Saylors swallow'd in the flood Yet liues our Pilot still Is' t meet that hee Should leaue the Helme and like a fearefull Lad With tearefull Eyes adde Water to the Sea And giue more strength to that which hath too much Whiles in his moane the Ship splits on the Rock Which Industrie and Courage might haue sau'd Ah what a shame ah what a fault were this Say Warwicke was our Anchor what of that And Mountague our Top-Mast what of him Our slaught'red friends the Tackles what of these Why is not Oxford here another Anchor And Somerset another goodly Mast The friends of France our Shrowds and Tacklings And though vnskilfull why not Ned and I For once allow'd the skilfull Pilots Charge We will not from the Helme to sit and weepe But keepe our Course though the rough Winde say no From Shelues and Rocks that threaten vs with Wrack As good to chide the Waues as speake them faire And what is Edward but a ruthlesse Sea What Clarence but a Quick-sand of Deceit And Richard but a raged fatall Rocke All these the Enemies to our poore Barke Say you can swim alas 't is but a while Tread on the Sand why there you quickly sinke Bestride the Rock the Tyde will wash you off Or else you famish that 's a three-fold Death This speake I Lords to let you vnderstand If case some one of you would flye from vs That there 's no hop'd-for Mercy with the Brothers More then with ruthlesse Waues with Sands and Rocks Why courage then what cannot be auoided 'T were childish weakenesse to lament or feare Prince Me thinkes a Woman of this valiant Spirit Should if a Coward heard her speake these words Infuse his Breast with Magnanimitie And make him naked foyle a man at Armes I speake not this as doubting any here For did I but suspect a fearefull man He should haue leaue to goe away betimes Least in our need he might infect another And make him of like spirit to himselfe If any such be here as God forbid Let him depart before we neede his helpe Oxf. Women and Children of so high a courage And Warriors faint why 't were perpetuall shame Oh braue young Prince thy famous Grandfather Doth liue againe in thee long may'st thou liue To beare his Image and renew his Glories Som. And he that will not fight for such a hope Goe home to Bed and like the Owle by day If he arise be mock'd and wondred at Qu. Thankes gentle Somerset sweet Oxford thankes Prince And take his thankes that yet hath nothing else Enter a Messenger Mess Prepare you Lords for Edward is at hand Readie to fight therefore be resolute Oxf. I thought no lesse it is his Policie To haste thus fast to finde vs vnprouided Som. But hee 's deceiu'd we are in readinesse Qu. This cheares my heart to see your forwardnesse Oxf. Here pitch our Battaile hence we will not budge Flourish and march Enter Edward Richard Clarence and Souldiers Edw. Braue followers yonder stands the thornie Wood Which by the Heauens assistance and your strength Must by the Roots be hew'ne vp yet ere Night I need not adde more fuell to your fire For well I wot ye blaze to burne them out Giue signall to the fight and to it Lords Qu. Lords Knights and Gentlemen what I should say My teares gaine-say for euery word I speake Ye see I drinke the water of my eye Therefore no more but this Henry your Soueraigne Is Prisoner to the Foe his State vsurp'd His Realme a slaughter-house his Subiects slaine His Statutes cancell'd and his Treasure spent And yonder is the Wolfe that makes this spoyle You fight in Iustice then in Gods Name Lords Be valiant and giue signall to the fight Alarum Retreat Excursions Exeunt Flourish Enter Edward Richard Queene Clarence Oxford Somerset Edw. Now here a period of tumultuous Broyles Away with Oxford to Hames Castle straight For Somerset off with his guiltie Head Goe beare them hence I will not heare them speake Oxf. For my part I le not trouble thee with words Som. Nor I but stoupe with patience to my fortune Exeunt Qu. So part we sadly in this troublous World To meet with Ioy in sweet Ierusalem Edw. Is Proclamation made That who finds Edward Shall haue a high Reward and he his Life Rich. It is and loe where youthfull Edward comes Enter the Prince Edw. Bring forth the Gallant let vs heare him speake What can so young a Thorne begin to prick Edward what satisfaction canst thou make For bearing Armes for stirring vp my Subiects And all the trouble thou hast turn'd me to Prince Speake like a Subiect prowd ambitious Yorke Suppose that I am now my Fathers Mouth Resigne thy Chayre and where I stand kneele thou Whil'st I propose the selfe-same words to thee Which Traytor thou would'st haue me answer to Qu. Ah that thy Father had beene so resolu'd Rich. That you might still haue worne the Petticoat And ne're haue stolne the Breech from Lancaster Prince Let Aesop fable in a Winters Night His Currish Riddles sorts not with this place Rich. By Heauen Brat I le plague ye for that word Qu. I thou wast borne to be a plague to men Rich. For Gods sake take away this Captiue Scold Prince Nay take away this scolding Crooke-backe rather Edw. Peace wilfull Boy or I will charme your tongue Clar. Vntutor'd Lad thou art too malapert Prince I know my dutie you are all vndutifull Lasciuious Edward and thou periur'd George And thou mis-shapen Dicke I tell ye all I am your better Traytors as ye are And thou vsurp'st my Fathers right and mine Edw. Take that the likenesse of this Rayler here Stabs him Rich. Sprawl'st thou take that to end thy agonie Rich. stabs him Clar. And ther 's for twitting me with periurie Clar. stabs him Qu. Oh kill me too Rich. Marry and shall Offers to kill her Edw. Hold Richard hold for we haue done too much Rich. Why should shee liue to fill the World with words Edw. What doth shee swowne vse meanes for her recouerie Rich. Clarence excuse me to the King my Brother I le hence to London on a serious matter Ere ye come there be sure to heare some newes Cla. What what Rich. Tower the Tower Exit Qu.
Yorke as Mother And reuerend looker on of two faire Queenes Come Madame you must straight to Westminster There to be crowned Richards Royall Queene Qu. Ah cut my Lace asunder That my pent heart may haue some scope to beat Or else I swoone with this dead-killing newes Anne Despightfull tidings O vnpleasing newes Dors Be of good cheare Mother how fares your Grace Qu. O Dorset speake not to me get thee gone Death and Destruction dogges thee at thy heeles Thy Mothers Name is ominous to Children If thou wilt out-strip Death goe crosse the Seas And liue with Richmond from the reach of Hell Goe hye thee hye thee from this slaughter-house Lest thou encrease the number of the dead And make me dye the thrall of Margarets Curse Nor Mother Wife nor Englands counted Queene Stanley Full of wise care is this your counsaile Madame Take all the swift aduantage of the howres You shall haue Letters from me to my Sonne In your behalfe to meet you on the way Be not ta'ne tardie by vnwise delay Duch. Yorke O ill dispersing Winde of Miserie O my accursed Wombe the Bed of Death A Cockatrice hast thou hatcht to the World Whose vnauoided Eye is murtherous Stanley Come Madame come I in all haste was sent Anne And I with all vnwillingnesse will goe O would to God that the inclusiue Verge Of Golden Mettall that must round my Brow Were red hot Steele to seare me to the Braines Anoynted let me be with deadly Venome And dye ere men can say God saue the Queene Qu. Goe goe poore soule I enuie not thy glory To feed my humor wish thy selfe no harme Anne No why When he that is my Husband now Came to me as I follow'd Venries Corse When scarce the blood was well washt from his hands Which issued from my other Angell Husband And that deare Saint which then I weeping follow'd O when I say I look'd on Richards Face This was my Wish Be thou quoth I accurst For making me so young so old a Widow And when thou wed'st let sorrow haunt thy Bed And be thy Wife if any be so mad More miserable by the Life of thee Then thou hast made me by my deare Lords death Loe ere I can repeat this Curse againe Within so small a time my Womans heart Grossely grew captiue to his honey words And prou'd the subiect of mine owne Soules Curse Which hitherto hath held mine eyes from rest For neuer yet one howre in his Bed Did I enioy the golden deaw of sleepe But with his timorous Dreames was still awak'd Besides he hates me for my Father Warwicke And will no doubt shortly be rid of me Qu. Poore heart adieu I pittie thy complaining Anne No more then with my soule I mourne for yours Dors Farewell thou wofull welcommer of glory Anne Adieu poore soule that tak'st thy leaue of it Du. Y. Go thou to Richmond good fortune guide thee Go thou to Richard and good Angels tend thee Go thou to Sanctuarie and good thoughts possesse thee I to my Graue where peace and rest lye with mee Eightie odde yeeres of sorrow haue I seene And each howres ioy wrackt with a weeke of teene Qu. Stay yet looke backe with me vnto the Tower Pitty you ancient Stones those tender Babes Whom Enuie hath immur'd within your Walls Rough Cradle for such little prettie ones Rude ragged Nurse old sullen Play-fellow For tender Princes vse my Babies well So foolish Sorrowes bids your Stones farewell Exeunt Scena Secunda Sound a Sennet Enter Richard in pompe Buckingham Catesby Ratcliffe Louel Rich. Stand all apart Cousin of Buckingham Buck. My gracious Soueraigne Rich. Giue me thy hand Sound Thus high by thy aduice and thy assistance Is King Richard seated But shall we weare these Glories for a day Or shall they last and we reioyce in them Buck. Still liue they and for euer let them last Rich. Ah Buckingham now doe I play the Touch To trie if thou be currant Gold indeed Young Edward liues thinke now what I would speake Buck. Say on my louing Lord. Rich. Why Buckingham I say I would be King Buck. Why so you are my thrice-renowned Lord. Rich. Ha am I King 't is so but Edward liues Buck True Noble Prince Rich. O bitter consequence That Edward still should liue true Noble Prince Cousin thou wast not wont to be so dull Shall I be plaine I wish the Bastards dead And I would haue it suddenly perform'd What say'st thou now speake suddenly be briefe Buck. Your Grace may doe your pleasure Rich. Tut tut thou art all Ice thy kindnesse freezes Say haue I thy consent that they shall dye Buc. Giue me some litle breath some pawse deare Lord Before I positiuely speake in this I will resolue you herein presently Exit Buck. Catesby The King is angry see he gnawes his Lippe Rich. I will conuerse with Iron-witted Fooles And vnrespectiue Boyes none are for me That looke into me with considerate eyes High-reaching Buckingham growes circumspect Boy Page My Lord. Rich. Know'st thou not any whom corrupting Gold Will tempt vnto a close exploit of Death Page I know a discontented Gentleman Whose humble meanes match not his haughtie spirit Gold were as good as twentie Orators And will no doubt tempt him to any thing Rich. What is his Name Page His Name my Lord is Tirrell Rich. I partly know the man goe call him hither Boy Exit The deepe reuoluing wittie Buckingham No more shall be the neighbor to my counsailes Hath he so long held out with me vntyr'd And stops he now for breath Well be it so Enter Stanley How now Lord Stanley what 's the newes Stanley Know my louing Lord the Marquesse Dorset As I heare is fled to Richmond In the parts where he abides Rich. Come hither Catesby rumor it abroad That Anne my Wife is very grieuous sicke I will take order for her keeping close Inquire me out some meane poore Gentleman Whom I will marry straight to Clarence Daughter The Boy is foolish and I feare not him Looke how thou dream'st I say againe giue out That Anne my Queene is sicke and like to dye About it for it stands me much vpon To stop all hopes whose growth may dammage me I must be marryed to my Brothers Daughter Or else my Kingdome stands on brittle Glasse Murther her Brothers and then marry her Vncertaine way of gaine But I am in So farre in blood that sinne will pluck on sinne Teare-falling Pittie dwells not in this Eye Enter Tyrrel Is thy Name Tyrrel Tyr. Iames Tyrrel and your most obedient subiect Rich. Art thou indeed Tyr. Proue me my gracious Lord. Rich. Dar'st thou resolue to kill a friend of mine Tyr. Please you But I had rather kill two enemies Rich. Why then thou hast it two deepe enemies Foes to my Rest and my sweet sleepes disturbers Are they that I would haue thee deale vpon Tyrrel I meane those Bastards in the Tower Tyr. Let me haue open meanes
me A peace aboue all earthly Dignities A still and quiet Conscience The King ha's cur'd me I humbly thanke his Grace and from these shoulders These ruin'd Pillers out of pitty taken A loade would sinke a Nauy too much Honor. O 't is a burden Cromwel 't is a burden Too heauy for a man that hopes for Heauen Crom. I am glad your Grace Ha's made that right vse of it Card. I hope I haue I am able now me thinkes Out of a Fortitude of Soule I feele To endure more Miseries and greater farre Then my Weake-hearted Enemies dare offer What Newes abroad Crom. The heauiest and the worst Is your displeasure with the King Card. God blesse him Crom. The next is that Sir Thomas Moore is chosen Lord Chancellor in your place Card. That 's somewhat sodain But he 's a Learned man May he continue Long in his Highnesse fauour and do Iustice For Truths-sake and his Conscience that his bones When he ha's run his course and sleepes in Blessings May haue a Tombe of Orphants teares wept on him What more Crom. That Cranmer is return'd with welcome Install'd Lord Arch-byshop of Canterbury Card. That 's Newes indeed Crom. Last that the Lady Anne Whom the King hath in secrecie long married This day was view'd in open as his Queene Going to Chappell and the voyce is now Onely about her Corronation Card. There was the waight that pull'd me downe O Cromwell The King ha's gone beyond me All my Glories In that one woman I haue lost for euer No Sun shall euer vsher forth mine Honors Or gilde againe the Noble Troopes that waighted Vpon my smiles Go get thee from me Cromwel I am a poore falne man vnworthy now To be thy Lord and Master Seeke the King That Sun I pray may neuer set I haue told him What and how true thou art he will aduance thee Some little memory of me will stirre him I know his Noble Nature not to let Thy hopefull seruice perish too Good Cromwell Neglect him not make vse now and prouide For thine owne future safety Crom. O my Lord Must I then leaue you Must I needes forgo So good so Noble and so true a Master Beare witnesse all that haue not hearts of Iron With what a sorrow Cromwel leaues his Lord. The King shall haue my seruice but my prayres For euer and for euer shall be yours Card. Cromwel I did not thinke to shed a teare In all my Miseries But thou hast forc'd me Out of thy honest truth to play the Woman Let 's dry our eyes And thus farre heare me Cromwel And when I am forgotten as I shall be And sleepe in dull cold Marble where no mention Of me more must be heard of Say I taught thee Say Wolsey that once trod the wayes of Glory And sounded all the Depths and Shoales of Honor Found thee a way out of his wracke to rise in A sure and safe one though thy Master mist it Marke but my Fall and that that Ruin'd me Cromwel I charge thee fling away Ambition By that sinne fell the Angels how can man then The Image of his Maker hope to win by it Loue thy selfe last cherish those hearts that hate thee Corruption wins not more then Honesty Still in thy right hand carry gentle Peace To silence enuious Tongues Be iust and feare not Let all the ends thou aym'st at be thy Countries Thy Gods and Truths Then if thou fall'st O Cromwell Thou fall'st a blessed Martyr Serue the King And prythee leade me in There take an Inuentory of all I haue To the last peny 't is the Kings My Robe And my Integrity to Heauen is all I dare now call mine owne O Cromwel Cromwel Had I but seru'd my God with halfe the Zeale I seru'd my King he would not in mine Age Haue left me naked to mine Enemies Crom. Good Sir haue patience Card. So I haue Farewell The Hopes of Court my Hopes in Heauen do dwell Exeunt Actus Quartus Scena Prima Enter two Gentlemen meeting one another 1 Y' are well met once againe 2 So are you 1 You come to take your stand heere and behold The Lady Anne passe from her Corronation 2 'T is all my businesse At our last encounter The Duke of Buckingham came from his Triall 1 'T is very true But that time offer'd sorrow This generall ioy 2 'T is well The Citizens I am sure haue shewne at full their Royall minds As let 'em haue their rights they are euer forward In Celebration of this day with Shewes Pageants and Sights of Honor. 1 Neuer greater Not Ile assure you better taken Sir 2 May I be bold to aske what that containes That Paper in your hand 1 Yes 't is the List Of those that claime their Offices this day By custome of the Coronation The Duke of Suffolke is the first and claimes To be high Steward Next the Duke of Norfolke He to be Earle Marshall you may reade the rest 1 I thanke you Sir Had I not known those customs I should haue beene beholding to your Paper But I beseech you what 's become of Katherine The Princesse Dowager How goes her businesse 1 That I can tell you too The Archbishop Of Canterbury accompanied with other Learned and Reuerend Fathers of his Order Held a late Court at Duâ—stable sixe miles off From Ampthill where the Princesse lay to which She was often cyted by them but appear'd not And to be short for not Appearance and The Kings late Scruple by the maine assent Of all these Learned men she was diuorc'd And the late Marriage made of none effect Since which she was remou'd to Kymmalâ—on Where she remaines now sicke 2 Alas good Lady The Trumpets sound Stand close The Queene is comming Ho-boyes The Order of the Coronation 1 A liuely Flourish of Trumpets 2 Then two Iudges 3 Lord Chancellor with Purse and Mace before him 4 Quirristers singing Musicke 5 Maior of London bearing the Mace Then Garter in his Coate of Armes and on his head he wore a Gilt Copper Crowne 6 Marquesse Dorset bearing a Scepter of Gold on his head a Demy Coronall of Gold With him the Earle of Surrey bearing the Rod of Siluer with the Doue Crowned with an Earles Coronet Collars of Esses 7 Duke of Suffolke in his Robe of Estate his Coronet on his head bearing a long white Wand as High Steward With him the Duke of Norfolke with the Rod of Marshalship a Coronet on his head Collars of Esses 8 A Canopy borne by foure of the Cinque-Ports vnder it the Queene in her Robe in her haire richly adorned with Pearle Crowned On each side her the Bishops of London and Winchester 9 The Olde Dutchesse of Norfolke in a Coronall of Gold wrought with Flowers bearing the Queenes Traine 10 Certaine Ladies or Countesses with plaine Circlets of Gold without Flowers Exeunt first passing ouer the Stage in Order and State and then A great Flourish of Trumpets 2 A Royall Traine
the Greekish Girles shall tripping sing Great Hectors sister did Achilles winne But our great Aiax brauely beate downe him Farewell my Lord I as your louer speake The foole slides ore the Ice that you should breake Patr. To this effect Achilles haue I mou'd you A woman impudent and mannish growne Is not more loth'd then an effeminate man In time of action I stand condemn'd for this They thinke my little stomacke to the warre And your great loue to me restraines you thus Sweete rouse your selfe and the weake wanton Cupid Shall from your necke vnloose his amorous fould And like a dew drop from the Lyons mane Be shooke to ayrie ayre Achil. Shall Aiax fight with Hector Patr. I and perhaps receiue much honor by him Achil. I see my reputation is at stake My fame is shrowdly gored Patr. O then beware Those wounds heale ill that men doe giue themselues Omission to doe what is necessary Seales a commission to a blanke of danger And danger like an ague subtly taints Euen then when we sit idely in the sunne Achil. Goe call Thersites hither sweet Patroclus I le send the foole to Aiax and desire him T' inuite the Troian Lords after the Combat To see vs here vnarm'd I haue a womans longing An appetite that I am sicke withall To see great Hector in his weedes of peace Enter Thersi To talke with him and to behold his visage Euen to my full of view A labour sau'd Ther. A wonder Achil. What Ther. Aiax goes vp and downe the field asking for himselfe Achil. How so Ther. Hee must fight singly to morrow with Hector and is so prophetically proud of an heroicall cudgelling that he raues in saying nothing Achil. How can that be Ther. Why he stalkes vp and downe like a Peacock a stride and a stand ruminates like an hostesse that hath no Arithmatique but her braine to set downe her reckoning bites his lip with a politique regard as who should say there were wit in his head and t woo'd out and so there is but it lyes as coldly in him as fire in a flint which will not shew without knocking The man 's vndone for euer for if Hector breake not his necke i' th' combat hee le break 't himselfe in vaine-glory He knowes not mee I said good morrow Aiax And he replyes thankes Agamemnon What thinke you of this man that takes me for the Generall Hee 's growne a very land-fish languagelesse a monster a plague of opinion a man may weare it on both sides like a leather Ierkin Achil. Thou must be my Ambassador to him Thersites Ther. Who I why hee le answer no body he professes not answering speaking is for beggers he weares his tongue in 's armes I will put on his presence let Patroclus make his demands to me you shall see the Pageant of Aiax Achil. To him Patroclus tell him I humbly desire the valiant Aiax to inuite the most valorous Hector to come vnarm'd to my Tent and to procure safe conduct for his person of the magnanimious and most illustrious sixe or feauen times honour'd Captaine Generall of the Grecian Armie Agamemnon c. doe this Patro. Ioue blesse great Aiax Ther. Hum. Patr. I come from the worthy Achilles Ther. Ha Patr. Who most humbly desires you to inuite Hector to his Tent. Ther. Hum. Patr. And to procure safe conduct from Agamemnon Ther. Agamemnon Patr. I my Lord. Ther. Ha Patr. What say you too 't Ther. God buy you with all my heart Patr. Your anfwer sir Ther. If to morrow be a faire day by eleuen a clocke it will goe one way or other howsoeuer he shall pay for me ere he has me Patr. Your answer sir Ther. Fare you well withall my heart Achil. Why but he is not in this tune is he Ther. No but he 's out a tune thus what musicke will be in him when Hector has knockt out his braines I know not but I am sure none vnlesse the Fidler Apollo get his sinewes to make catlings on Achil. Come thou shalt beare a Letter to him straight Ther. Let me carry another to his Horse for that 's the more capable creature Achil. My minde is troubled like a Fountaine stir'd And I my selfe see not the bottome of it Ther. Would the Fountaine of your minde were cleere againe that I might water an Asse at it I had rather be a Ticke in a Sheepe then such a valiant ignorance Enter at one doore Aeneas with a Torch at another Paris Diephoebus Anthenor Diomed the Grecian with Torches Par. See hoa who is that there Dieph It is the Lord Aeneas Aene. Is the Prince there in person Had I so good occasion to lye long As you Prince Paris nothing but heauenly businesse Should rob my bed-mate of my company Diom. That 's my minde too good morrow Lord Aeneas Par. A valiant Greeke Aeneas take his hand Witnesse the processe of your speech within You told how Diomed in a whole weeke by dayes Did haunt you in the Field Aene. Health to you valiant sir During all question of the gentle truce But when I meete you arm'd as blacke defiance As heaâ—t can thinke or courage execute Diom. The one and other Diomed embraces Our blouds are now in calme and so long health But when contention and occasion meetes By Ioue I le play the hunter for thy life With all my force pursuite and pollicy Aene. And thou shalt hunt a Lyon that will flye With his face backward in humaine gentlenesse Welcome to Troy now by Anchises life Welcome indeede by Venus hand I sweare No man aliue can loue in such a sort The thing he meanes to kill more excellently Diom. We simpathize Ioue let Aeneas liue If to my sword his fate be not the glory A thousand compleate courses of the Sunne But in mine emulous honor let him dye With euery ioynt a wound and that to morrow Aene. We know each other well Dio. We doe and long to know each other worse Par. This is the most despightful'st gentle greeting The noblest hatefull loue that ere I heard of What businesse Lord so early Aene. I was sent for to the King but why I know not Par. His purpose meets you it was to bring this Greek To Calcha's house and there to render him For the enfreed Anthenor the faire Cressid Le ts haue your company or if you please Haste there before vs. I constantly doe thinke Or rather call my thought a certaine knowledge My brother Troylus lodges there to night Rouse him and giue him note of our approach With the whole quality whereof I feare We shall be much vnwelcome Aene. That I assure you Troylus had rather Troy were borne to Greece Then Cressid borne from Troy Par. There is no helpe The bitter disposition of the time will haue it so On Lord wee le follow you Aene. Good morrow all Exit Aeneas Par. And tell me noble Diomed faith tell me true Euen in the soule of sound good
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
for him haue I offended Who is heere so rude that would not be a Roman If any speak for him haue I offended Who is heere so vile that will not loue his Countrey If any speake for him haue I offended I pause for a Reply All. None Brutus none Brutus Then none haue I offended I haue done no more to Caesar then you shall do to Brutus The Question of his death is inroll'd in the Capitoll his Glory not extenuated wherein he was worthy nor his offences enforc'd for which he suffered death Enter Mark Antony with Caesars body Heere comes his Body mourn'd by Marke Antony who though he had no hand in his death shall receiue the benefit of his dying a place in the CoÌ„monwealth as which of you shall not With this I depart that as I slewe my best Louer for the good of Rome I haue the same Dagger for my selfe when it shall please my Country to need my death All. Liue Brutus liue liue 1. Bring him with Triumph home vnto his house 2. Giue him a Statue with his Ancestors 3. Let him be Caesar 4. Caesars better parts Shall be Crown'd in Brutus 1. Wee 'l bring him to his House With Showts and Clamors Bru. My Country-men 2. Peace silence Brutus speakes 1. Peace ho. Bru. Good Countrymen let me depart alone And for my sake stay heere with Antony Do grace to Caesars Corpes and grace his Speech Tending to Caesars Glories which Marke Antony By our permission is allow'd to make I do intreat you not a man depart Saue I alone till Antony haue spoke Exit 1 Stay ho and let vs heare Mark Antony 3 Let him go vp into the publike Chaire Wee 'l heare him Noble Antony go vp Ant. For Brutus sake I am beholding to you 4 What does he say of Brutus 3 He sayes for Brutus sake He findes himselfe beholding to vs all 4 'T were best he speake no harme of Brutus heere 1 This Caesar was a Tyrant 3 Nay that 's certaine We are blest that Rome is rid of him 2 Peace let vs heare what Antony can say Ant. You gentle Romans All. Peace hoe let vs heare him An. Friends Romans Countrymen lend me your ears I come to bury Caesar not to praise him The euill that men do liues after them The good is oft enterred with their bones So let it be with Caesar The Noble Brutus Hath told you Caesar was Ambitious If it were so it was a greeuous Fault And greeuously hath Caesar answer'd it Heere vnder leaue of Brutus and the rest For Brutus is an Honourable man So are they all all Honourable mâ—n Come I to speake in Caesars Funerall He was my Friend faithfull and iust to me But Brutus sayes he was Ambitious And Brutus is an Honourable man He hath brought many Captiues home to Rome Whose Ransomes did the generall Coffers fill Did this in Caesar seeme Ambitious When that the poore haue cry'de Caesar hath wept Ambition should be made of sterner stuffe Yet Brutus sayes he was Ambitious And Brutus is an Honourable man You all did see that on the Lupercall I thrice presented him a Kingly Crowne Which he did thrice refuse Was this Ambition Yet Brutus sayes he was Ambitious And sure he is an Honourable man I speake not to disprooue what Brutus spoke But heere I am to speake what I do know You all did loue him once not without cause What cause with-holds you then to mourne for him O Iudgement thou are fled to brutish Beasts And Men haue lost their Reason Beare with me My heart is in the Coffin there with Caesar And I must pawse till it come backe to me 1 Me thinkes there is much reason in his sayings 2 If thou consider rightly of the matter Caesar ha's had great wrong 3 Ha's hee Masters I feare there will a worse come in his place 4. Mark'd ye his words he would not take y e Crown Therefore 't is certaine he was not Ambitious 1. If it be found so some will deere abide it 2. Poore soule his eyes are red as fire with weeping 3. There 's not a Nobler man in Rome then Antony 4. Now marke him he begins againe to speake Ant. But yesterday the word of Caesar might Haue stood against the World Now lies he there And none so poore to do him reuerence O Maisters If I were dispos'd to stirre Your hearts and mindes to Mutiny and Rage I should do Brutus wrong and Cassius wrong Who you all know are Honourable men I will not do them wrong I rather choose To wrong the dead to wrong my selfe and you Then I will wrong such Honourable men But heere 's a Parchment with the Seale of Caesar I found it in his Closset 't is his Will Let but the Commons heare this Testament Which pardon me I do not meane to reade And they would go and kisse dead Caesars wounds And dip their Napkins in his Sacred Blood Yea begge a haire of him for Memory And dying mention it within their Willes Bequeathing it as a rich Legacie Vnto their issue 4 Wee 'l heare the Will reade it Marke Antony All. The Will the Will we will heare Caesars Will Ant. Haue patience gentle Friends I must not read it It is not meete you know how Caesar lou'd you You are not Wood you are not Stones but men And being men hearing the Will of Caesar It will inflame you it will make you mad 'T is good you know not that you are his Heires For if you should O what would come of it 4 Read the Will wee 'l heare it Antony You shall reade vs the Will Caesars Will Ant. Will you be Patient Will you stay a-while I haue o're-shot my selfe to tell you of it I feare I wrong the Honourable men Whose Daggers haue stabb'd Caesar I do feare it 4 They were Traitors Honourable men All. The Will the Testament 2 They were Villaines Murderers the Will read the Will Ant. You will compell me then to read the Will Then make a Ring about the Corpes of Caesar And let me shew you him that made the Will Shall I descend And will you giue me leaue All. Come downe 2 Descend 3 You shall haue leaue 4 A Ring stand round 1 Stand from the Hearse stand from the Body 2 Roome for Antony most Noble Antony Ant. Nay presse not so vpon me stand farre off All. Stand backe roome beare backe Ant. If you haue teares prepare to shed them now You all do know this Mantle I remember The first time euer Caesar put it on 'T was on a Summers Euening in his Tent That day he ouercame the Neruij Looke in this place ran Cassius Dagger through See what a rent the enuious Caska made Through this the wel-beloued Brutus stabb'd And as he pluck'd his cursed Steele away Marke how the blood of Caesar followed it As rushing out of doores to be resolu'd If Brutus so vnkindely knock'd or no For Brutus as you know was Caesars Angel Iudge O
Where where Messala doth his body lye Messa Loe yonder and Titinius mourning it Bru. Titinius face is vpward Cato He is slaine Bru. O Iulius Caesar thou art mighty yet Thy Spirit walkes abroad and turnes our Swords In our owne proper Entrailes Low Alarums Cato Braue Titinius Looke where he haue not crown'd dead Cassius Bru. Are yet two Romans liuing such as these The last of all the Romans far thee well It is impossible that euer Rome Should breed thy fellow Friends I owe mo teares To this dead man then you shall see me pay I shall finde time Cassius I shall finde time Come therefore and to Tharsus send his body His Funerals shall not be in our Campe Least it discomfort vs. Lucillius come And come yong Cato let vs to the Field Labio and Flauio set our Battailes on 'T is three a clocke and Romans yet ere night We shall try Fortune in a second fight Exeunt Alarum Enter Brutus Messala Cato Lucillius and Flauius Bru. Yet Country-men O yet hold vp your heads Cato What Bastard doth not Who will go with me I will proclaime my name about the Field I am the Sonne of Marcus Cato hoe A Foe to Tyrants and my Countries Friend I am the Sonne of Marcus Cato hoe Enter Souldiers and fight And I am Brutus Marcus Brutus I Brutus my Countries Friend Know me for Brutus Luc. O yong and Noble Cato art thou downe Why now thou dyest as brauely as Titinius And may'st be honour'd being Cato's Sonne Sold. Yeeld or thou dyest Luc. Onely I yeeld to dye There is so much that thou wilt kill me straight Kill Brutus and be honour'd in his death Sold. We must not a Noble Prisoner Enter Antony 2. Sold. Roome hoe tell Antony Brutus is tane 1. Sold. I le tell thee newes Heere comes the Generall Brutus is tane Brutus is tane my Lord. Ant. Where is hee Luc. Safe Antony Brutus is safe enough I dare assure thee that no Enemy Shall euer take aliue the Noble Brutus The Gods defend him from so great a shame When you do finde him or aliue or dead He will be found like Brutus like himselfe Ant. This is not Brutus friend but I assure you A prize no lesse in worth keepe this man safe Giue him all kindnesse I had rather haue Such men my Friends then Enemies Go on And see where Brutus be aliue or dead And bring vs word vnto Octauius Tent How euery thing is chanc'd Exeunt Enter Brutus Dardanius Clitus Strato and Volumnius Brut. Come poore remaines of friends rest on this Rocke Clit. Statillius shew'd the Torch-light but my Lord He came not backe he is or tane or slaine Brut. Sit thee downe Clitus slaying is the word It is a deed in fashion Hearke thee Clitus Clit. What I my Lord No not for all the World Brut. Peace then no words Clit. I le rather kill my selfe Brut. Hearke thee Dardanius Dard. Shall I doe such a deed Clit. O Dardanius Dard. O Clitus Clit. What ill request did Brutus make to thee Dard. To kill him Clitus looke he meditates Clit. Now is that Noble Vessell full of griefe That it runnes ouer euen at his eyes Brut. Come hither good Volumnius list a word Volum. What sayes my Lord Brut. Why this Volumnius The Ghost of Caesar hath appear'd to me Two seuerall times by Night at Sardis once And this last Night here in Philippi fields I know my houre is come Volum Not so my Lord. Brut. Nay I am sure it is Volumnius Thou seest the World Volumnius how it goes Our Enemies haue beat vs to the Pit Low Alarums It is more worthy to leape in our selues Then tarry till they push vs. Good Volumnius Thou know'st that we two went to Schoole together Euen for that our loue of old I prethee Hold thou my Sword Hilts whilest I runne on it Vol. That 's not an Office for a friend my Lord. Alarum still Cly. Fly flye my Lord there is no tarrying heere Bru. Farewell to you and you and you Volumnius Strato thou hast bin all this while asleepe Farewell to thee to Strato Countrymen My heart doth ioy that yet in all my life I found no man but he was true to me I shall haue glory by this loosing day More then Octauius and Marke Antony By this vile Conquest shall attaine vnto So fare you well at once for Brutus tongue Hath almost ended his liues History Night hangs vpon mine eyes my Bones would rest That haue but labour'd to attaine this houre Alarum Cry within Flye flye flye Cly. Fly my Lord flye Bru. Hence I will follow I prythee Strato stay thou by thy Lord Thou art a Fellow of a good respect Thy life hath had some smatch of Honor in it Hold then my Sword and turne away thy face While I do run vpon it Wilt thou Strato Stra. Giue me your hand first Fare you wel my Lord. Bru. Farewell good Strato Caesar now be still I kill'd not thee with halfe so good a will Dyes Alarum Retreat Enter Antony Octauius Messala Lucillius and the Army Octa. What man is that Messa My Masters man Strato where is thy Master Stra. Free from the Bondage you are in Messala The Conquerors can but make a fire of him For Brutus onely ouercame himselfe And no man else hath Honor by his death Lucil. So Brutus should be found I thank thee Brutus That thou hast prou'd Lucillius saying true Octa. All that seru'd Brutus I will entertaine them Fellow wilt thou bestow thy time with me Stra. I if Messala will preferre me to you Octa. Do so good Messala Messa How dyed my Master Strato Stra. I held the Sword and he did run on it Messa Octauius then take him to follow thee That did the latest seruice to my Master Ant. This was the Noblest Roman of them all All the Conspirators saue onely hee Did that they did in enuy of great Caesar He onely in a generall honest thought And common good to all made one of them His life was gentle and the Elements So mixt in him that Nature might stand vp And say to all the world This was a man Octa. According to his Vertue let vs vse him Withall Respect and Rites of Buriall Within my Tent his bones to night shall ly Most like a Souldier ordered Honourably So call the Field to rest and let 's away To part the glories of this happy day Exeunt omnes FINIS THE TRAGEDIE OF MACBETH Actus Primus Scoena Prima Thunder and Lightning Enter three Witches 1. WHen shall we three meet againe In Thunder Lightning or in Raine 2. When the Hurley-burley's done When the Battaile 's lost and wonne 3. That will be ere the set of Sunne 1. Where the place 2. Vpon the Heath 3. There to meet with Macbeth 1. I come Gray-Malkin All. Padock calls anon faire is foule and foule is faire Houer through the fogge and filthie ayre Exeunt Scena Secunda Alarum within Enter King Malcome Donalbaine Lenox
gone through whom I might commaund it Come thou neere Mes Most gratious Maiestie Cleo. Did'st thou behold Octauia Mes I dread Queene Cleo. Where Mes Madam in Rome I lookt her in the face and saw her led betweene her Brother and Marke Anthony Cleo. Is she as tall as me Mes She is not Madam Cleo. Didst heare her speake Is she shrill tongu'd or low Mes Madam I heard her speake she is low voic'd Cleo. That 's not so good he cannot like her long Char. Like her Oh Isis 't is impossible Cleo. I thinke so Charmian dull of tongue dwarfish What Maiestie is in her gate remember If ere thou look'st on Maiestie 〈◊〉 Mes She creepes her motion her station are as one She shewes a body rather then a life A Statue then a Breather Cleo. Is this certaine Mes Or I haue no obseruance Cha. Three in Egypt cannot make better note Cleo. He 's very knowing I do perceiu't There 's nothing in her yet The Fellow ha's good iudgement Char. Excellent Cleo. Guesse at her yeares I prythee Mess Madam she was a widdow Cleo. Widdow Charmian hearke Mes And I do thinke she 's thirtie Cle. Bear'st thou her face in mind is' t long or round Mess Round euen to faultinesse Cleo. For the most part too they are foolish that are so Her haire what colour Mess Browne Madam and her forehead As low as she would wish it Cleo. There 's Gold for thee Thou must not take my former sharpenesse ill I will employ thee backe againe I finde thee Most fit for businesse Go make thee ready Our Letters are prepar'd Char. A proper man Cleo. Indeed he is so I repent me much That so I harried him Why me think 's by him This Creature 's no such thing Char. Nothing Madam Cleo. The man hath seene some Maiesty and should know Char. Hath he seene Maiestie Isis else defend and seruing you so long Cleopa I haue one thing more to aske him yet good Charmian but 't is no matter thou shalt bring him to me where I will write all may be well enough Char. I warrant you Madam Exeunt Enter Anthony and Octauia Ant. Nay nay Octauia not onely that That were excusable that and thousands more Of semblable import but he hath wag'd New Warres ' gainst Pompey Made his will and read it To publicke eare spoke scantly of me When perforce he could not But pay me tearmes of Honour cold and sickly He vented then most narrow measure lent me When the best hint was giuen him he not look't Or did it from his teeth Octaui Oh my good Lord Beleeue not all or if you must beleeue Stomacke not all A more vnhappie Lady If this deuision chance ne're stood betweene Praying for both parts The good Gods wil mocke me presently When I shall pray Oh blesse my Lord and Husband Vndo that prayer by crying out as loud Oh blesse my Brother Husband winne winne Brother Prayes and distroyes the prayer no midway 'Twixt these extreames at all Ant. Gentle Octauia Let your best loue draw to that point which seeks Best to preserue it if I loose mine Honour I loose my selfe better I were not yours Then your so branchlesse But as you requested Your selfe shall go between 's the meane time Lady I le raise the preparation of a Warre Shall staine your Brother make your soonest hast So your desires are yours Oct. Thanks to my Lord The Ioue of power make me most weake most weake You reconciler Warres 'twixt you twaine would be As if the world should cleaue and that slaine men Should soader vp the Rift Anth. When it appeeres to you where this begins Turne your displeasure that way for our faults Can neuer be so equall that your loue Can equally moue with them Prouide your going Choose your owne company and command what cost Your heart he 's mind too Exeunt Enter Enobarbus and Eros Eno. How now Friend Eros Eros Ther 's strange Newes come Sir Eno. What man Ero. Caesar Lepidus haue made warres vpon Pompey Eno. This is old what is the successe Eros Caesar hauing made vse of him in the warres ' gainst Pompey presently denied him riuality would not let him partake in the glory of the action and not resting here accuses him of Letters he had formerly wrote to Pompey Vpon his owne appeale seizes him so the poore thir◠is vp till death enlarge his Confine Eno. Then would thou hadst a paire of chaps no more and throw betweene them all the food thou hast they 'le grinde the other Where 's Anthony Eros He 's walking in the garden thus and spurnes The rush that lies before him Cries Foole Lepidus And threats the throate of that his Officer That murdred Pompey Eno. Our great Nauies rig'd Eros For Italy and Caesar more Domitius My Lord desires you presently my Newes I might haue told heareafter Eno. 'T will be naught but let it be bring me to Anthony Eros Come Sir Exeunt Enter Agrippa Mecenas and Caesar Caes Contemning Rome he ha's done all this more In Alexandria heere 's the manner of 't I' th' Market place on a Tribunall siluer'd Cleopatra and himselfe in Chaires of Gold Were publikely enthron'd at the feet sat Caesarion whom they call my Fathers Sonne And all the vnlawfull issue that their Lust Since then hath made betweene them Vnto her He gaue the stablishment of Egypt made her Of lower Syria Cyprus Lydia absolute Queene Mece This in the publike eye Caesar I' th' common shew place where they exercise His Sonnes hither proclaimed the King of Kings Great Media Parthia and Armenia He gaue to Alexander To Ptolomy he assign'd Syria Silicia and Phoenetia she In th' abiliments of the Goddesse Isis That day appeer'd and oft before gaue audience As 't is reported so Mece Let Rome be thus inform'd Agri. Who queazie with his insolence already Will their good thoughts call from him Caesar The people knowes it And haue now receiu'd his accusations Agri. Who does he accuse Caesar Caesar and that hauing in Cicilie Sextus Pompeius spoil'd we had not rated him His part o' th' Isle Then does he say he lent me Some shipping vnrestor'd Lastly he frets That Lepidus of the Triumpherate should be depos'd And being that we detaine all his Reuenue Agri. Sir this should be answer'd Caesar 'T is done already and the Messenger gone I haue told him Lepidus was growne too cruell That he his high Authority abus'd And did deserue his change for what I haue conquer'd I grant him part but then in his Armenia And other of his conquer'd Kingdoms I demand the like Mec. Hee 'l neuer yeeld to that Caes Nor must not then be yeelded to in this Enter Octauia with her Traine Octa. Haile Caesar and my L◠haile most deere Caesar Caesar That euer I should call thee Cast-away Octa. You haue not call'd me so nor haue you cause Caes Why haue you stoln vpon vs thus you come not