like a Tench 1. Car. Like a Tench There is ne're a King in Christendome could be better bit then I haue beene since the first Cocke 2. Car. Why you will allow vs ne're a Iourden and then we leake in your Chimney and your Chamber-lye breeds Fleas like a Loach 1. Car. What Ostler come away and be hangd come away 2. Car. I haue a Gammon of Bacon and two razes of Ginger to be deliuered as farre as Charing-crosse 1. Car. The Turkies in my Pannier are quite starued What Ostler A plague on thee hast thou neuer an eye in thy head Can'st not heare And t' were not as good a deed as drinke to break the pate of thee I am a very Villaine Come and be hang'd hast no faith in thee Enter Gads-hill Gad. Good-morrow Carriers What 's a clocke Car. I thinke it be two a clocke Gad. I prethee lend me thy Lanthorne to see my Gelding in the stable 1. Car. Nay soft I pray ye I know a trick worth two of that Gad. I prethee lend me thine 2. Car. I when canst tell Lend mee thy Lanthorne quoth-a marry I le see thee hang'd first Gad. Sirra Carrier What time do you mean to come to London 2. Car. Time enough to goe to bed with a Candle I warrant thee Come neighbour Mugges wee 'll call vp the Gentlemen they will along with company for they haue great charge Exeunt Enter Chamberlaine Gad. What ho Chamberlaine Cham. At hand quoth Pick-purse Gad. That 's euen as faire as at hand quoth the Chamberlaine For thou variest no more from picking of Purses then giuing direction doth from labouring Thou lay'st the plot how Cham. Good morrow Master Gads-Hill it holds currant that I told you yesternight There 's a Franklin in the wilde of Kent hath brought three hundred Markes with him in Gold I heard him tell it to one of his company last night at Supper a kinde of Auditor one that hath abundance of charge too God knowes what they are vp already and call for Egges and Butter They will away presently Gad. Sirra if they meete not with S. Nicholas Clarks I le giue thee this necke Cham. No I le none of it I prythee keep that for the Hangman for I know thou worshipst S. Nicholas as truly as a man of falshood may Gad. What talkest thou to me of the Hangman If I hang I le make a fat payre of Gallowes For if I hang old Sir Iohn hangs with mee and thou know'st hee 's no Starueling Tut there are other Troians that y u dream'st not of the which for sport sake are content to doe the Profession some grace that would if matters should bee look'd into for their owne Credit sake make all Whole I am ioyned with no Foot-land-Rakers no Long-staffe six-penny strikers none of these mad Mustachio-purplehu'd-Maltwormes but with Nobility and Tranquilitie Bourgomasters and great Oneyers such as can holde in such as will strike sooner then speake and speake sooner then drinke and drinke sooner then pray and yet I lye for they pray continually vnto their Saint the Common-wealth or rather not to pray to her but prey on her for they tide vp downe on her and make hir their Boots Cham. What the Commonwealth their Bootes Will she hold out water in foule way Gad. She will she will Iustice hath liquor'd her We steale as in a Castle cocksure we haue the receit of Fernseede we walke inuisible Cham. Nay I thinke rather you are more beholding to the Night then to the Fernseed for your walking inuisible Gad. Giue me thy hand Thou shalt haue a share in our purpose As I am a true man Cham. Nay rather let mee haue it as you are a false Theefe Gad. Goe too Homo is a common name to all men Bid the Ostler bring the Gelding out of the stable Farewell ye muddy Knaue Exeunt Scaena Secunda Enter Prince Poynes and Peto Poines Come shelter shelter I haue remoued Falstafs Horse and he frets like a gum'd Veluet Prin. Stand close Enter Falstaffe Fal. Poines Poines and be hang'd Poines Prin. Peace ye fat-kidney'd Rascall what a brawling dost thou keepe Fal. What Poines Hal Prin. He is walk'd vp to the top of the hill I le go seek him Fal. I am accurst to rob in that Theefe company that Rascall hath remoued my Horse and tied him I know not where If I trauell but foure foot by the squire further a foote I shall breake my winde Well I doubt not but to dye a faire death for all this if I scape hanging for killing that Rogue I haue forsworne his company hourely any time this two and twenty yeare yet I am bewitcht with the Rogues company If the Rascall haue not giuen me medicines to make me loue him I le behang'd it could not be else I haue drunke Medicines Poines Hal a Plague vpon you both Bardolph Peto I le starue ere I rob a foote further And 't were not as good a deede as to drinke to turne True-man and to leaue these Rogues I am the veriest Varlet that euer chewed with a Tooth Eight yards of vneuen ground is threescore ten miles afoot with me and the stony-hearted Villaines knowe it well enough A plague vpon 't when Theeues cannot be true one to another They Whistle Whew a plague light vpon you all Giue my Horse you Rogues giue me my Horse and be hang'd Prin. Peace ye fat guttes lye downe lay thine eare close to the ground and list if thou can heare the tread of Trauellers Fal. Haue you any Leauers to lift me vp again being downe I le not beare mine owne flesh so far afoot again for all the coine in thy Fathers Exchequer What a plague meane ye to colt me thus Prin. Thou ly'st thou art not colted thou art vncolted Fal. I prethee good Prince Hal help me to my horse good Kings sonne Prin. Out you Rogue shall I be your Ostler Fal. Go hang thy selfe in thine owne heire-apparant-Garters If I be tane I le peach for this and I haue not Ballads made on all and sung to filthy tunes let a Cup of Sacke be my poyson when a iest is so forward a foote too I hate it Enter Gads-hill Gad. Stand. Fal. So I do against my will Poin. O 't is our Setter I know his voyce Bardolfe what newes Bar. Case ye case ye on with your Vizards there 's mony of the Kings comming downe the hill 't is going to the Kings Exchequer Fal. You lie you rogue 't is going to the Kings Tauern Gad. There 's enough to make vs all Fal. To he hang'd Prin. You foure shall front them in the narrow Lane Ned and I will walke lower if they scape from your encounter then they light on vs. Peto But how many be of them Gad. Some eight or ten Fal. Will they not rob vs Prin. What a Coward Sir Iohn Paunch Fal. Indeed I am not Iohn of Gaunt your Grandfather but yet no Coward Hal.
Body strong enough Euen as we are to equall with the King L. Bar. What is the King but fiue twenty thousand Hast To vs no more nay not so much Lord Bardolf For his diuisions as the Times do braul Are in three Heads one Power against the French And one against Glendower Perforce a third Must take vp vs So is the vnfirme King In three diuided and his Coffers sound With hollow Pouerty and Emptinesse Ar. That he should draw his seuerall strengths togither And come against vs in full puissance Need not be dreaded Hast If he should do so He leaues his backe vnarm'd the French and Welch Baying him at the heeles neuer feare that L. Bar. Who is it like should lead his Forces hither Hast The Duke of Lancaster and Westmerland Against the Welsh himselfe and Harrie Monmouth But who is substituted ' gainst the French I haue no certaine notice Arch. Let vs on And publish the occasion of our Armes The Common-wealth is sicke of their owne Choice Their ouer-greedy loue hath surfetted An habitation giddy and vnsure Hath he that buildeth on the vulgar heart O thou fond Many with what loud applause Did'st thou beate heauen with blessing Bullingbrooke Before he was what thou would'st haue him be And being now trimm'd in thine owne desires Thou beastly Feeder art so full of him That thou prouok'st thy selfe to cast him vp So so thou common Dogge did'st thou disgorge Thy glutton-bosome of the Royall Richard And now thou would'st eate thy dead vomit vp And howl'st to finde it What trust is in these Times They that when Richard liu'd would haue him dye Are now become enamour'd on his graue Thou that threw'st dust vpon goodly head When through proud London he came sighing on After th' admired heeles of Bullingbrooke Cri'st now O Earth yeeld vs that King agine And take thou this O thoughts of men accurs'd Past and to Come seemes best things Present worst Mow. Shall we go draw our numbers and set on Hast. We are Times subiects and Time bids be gon Actus Secundus Scoena Prima Enter Hostesse with two Officers Fang and Snare Hostesse Mr. Fang haue you entred the Action Fang It is enter'd Hostesse Wher 's your Yeoman Is it a lusty yeoman Will he stand to it Fang Sirrah where 's Snare Hostesse I I good M. Snare Snare Heere heere Fang Snare we must Arrest Sir Iohn Falstaffe Host I good M. Snare I haue enter'd him and all Sn. It may chance cost some of vs our liues he wil stab Hostesse Alas the day take heed of him he stabd me in mine owne house and that most beastly he cares not what mischeefe he doth if his weapon be out Hee will foyne like any diuell he will spare neither man woman nor childe Fang If I can close with him I care not for his thrust Hostesse No nor I neither I le be at your elbow Fang If I but fist him once if he come but within my Vice Host I am vndone with his going I warrant he is an infinitiue thing vpon my score Good M. Fang hold him sure good M. Snare let him not scape he comes continuantly to Py-Corner sauing your manhoods to buy a saddle and hee is indited to dinner to the Lubbars head in Lombardstreet to M. Smoothes the Silkman I pra'ye since my Exion is enter'd and my Case so openly known to the world let him be brought in to his answer A 100. Marke is a long one for a poore lone woman to beare I haue borne and borne and borne and haue bin fub'd off and fub'd-off from this day to that day that it is a shame to be thought on There is no honesty in such dealing vnles a woman should be made an Asse and a Beast to beare euery Knaues wrong Enter Falstaffe and Bardolfe Yonder he comes and that arrant Malmesey-Nose Bardolfe with him Do your Offices do your offices M. Fang M. Snare do me do me do me your Offices Fal. How now whose Mare 's dead what 's the matter Fang Sir Iohn I arrest you at the suit of Mist Quickly Falst Away Varlets draw Bardolfe Cut me off the Villaines head throw the Queane in the Channel Host Throw me in the channell I le throw thee there Wilt thou wilt thou thou bastardly rogue Murder murder O thou Hony-suckle villaine wilt thou kill Gods officers and the Kings O thou hony-seed Rogue thou art a honyseed a Man-queller and a woman-queller Falst Keep them off Bardolfe Fang A rescu a rescu Host Good people bring a rescu Thou wilt not thou wilt not Do do thou Rogue Do thou Hempseed Page Away you Scullion you Rampallian you Fustillirian I le tucke your Catastrophe Enter Ch. Iustice Iust What 's the matter Keepe the Peace here hoa Host Good my Lord be good to mee I beseech you stand to me Ch. Iust How now sir Iohn What are you brauling here Doth this become your place your time and businesse You should haue bene well on your way to Yorke Stand from him Fellow wherefore hang'st vpon him Host Oh my most worshipfull Lord and 't please your Grace I am a poore widdow of Eastcheap and he is arrested at my suit Ch. Iust For what summe Host It is more then for some my Lord it is for all all I haue he hath eaten me out of house and home hee hath put all my substance into that fat belly of his but I will haue some of it out againe or I will ride thee o' Nights like the Mare Falst I thinke I am as like to ride the Mare if I haue any vantage of ground to get vp Ch Iust How comes this Sir Iohn Fy what a man of good temper would endure this tempest of exclamation Are you not asham'd to inforce a poore Widdowe to so rough a course to come by her owne Falst What is the grosse summe that I owe thee Host Marry if thou wer 't an honest man thy selfe the mony too Thou didst sweare to mee vpon a parcell gilt Goblet sitting in my Dolphin-chamber at the round table by a sea-cole fire on Wednesday in Whitson week when the Prince broke thy head for lik'ning him to a singing man of Windsor Thou didst sweare to me then as I was washing thy wound to marry me and make mee my Lady thy wife Canst y u deny it Did not good wife Keech the Butchers wife come in then and cal me gossip Quickly comming in to borrow a messe of Vinegar telling vs she had a good dish of Prawnes whereby y u didst desire to eat some whereby I told thee they were ill for a greene wound And didst not thou when she was gone downe staires desire me to be no more familiar with such poore people saying that ere long they should call me Madam And did'st y u not kisse me and bid mee fetch thee 30 s I put thee now to thy Book-oath deny it if thou canst Fal. My Lord this is a poore mad
soule and she sayes vp downe the town that her eldest son is like you She hath bin in good case the truth is pouerty hath distracted her but for these foolish Officers I beseech you I may haue redresse against them Iust Sir Iohn sir Iohn I am well acquainted with your maner of wrenching the true cause the false way It is not a confident brow nor the throng of wordes that come with such more then impudent sawcines from you can thrust me from a leuell consideration I know you ha' practis'd vpon the easie-yeelding spirit of this woman Host Yes in troth my Lord. Iust Prethee peace pay her the debt you owe her and vnpay the villany you haue done her the one you may do with sterling mony the other with currant repentance Fal. My Lord I will not vndergo this sneape without reply You call honorable Boldnes impudent Sawcinesse If a man wil curt'sie and say nothing he is vertuous No my Lord your humble duty remeÌ„bred I will not be your sutor I say to you I desire deliu'rance from these Officers being vpon hasty employment in the Kings Affaires Iust You speake as hauing power to do wrong But answer in the effect of your Reputation and satisfie the poore woman Falst Come hither Hostesse Enter M. Gower Ch. Iust Now Master Gower What newes Gow The King my Lord and Henrie Prince of Wales Are neere at hand The rest the Paper telles Falst As I am a Gentleman Host Nay you said so before Fal. As I am a Gentleman Come no more words of it Host By this Heauenly ground I tread on I must be faine to pawne both my Plate and the Tapistry of my dyning Chambers Fal. Glasses glasses is the onely drinking and for thy walles a pretty slight Drollery or the Storie of the Prodigall or the Germane hunting in Waterworke is worth a thousand of these Bed-hangings and these Fly-bitten Tapistries Let it be tenne pound if thou canst Come if it were not for thy humors there is not a better Wench in England Go wash thy face and draw thy Action Come thou must not bee in this humour with me come I know thou was 't set on to this Host Prethee Sir Iohn let it be but twenty Nobles I loath to pawne my Plate in good earnest la. Fal. Let it alone I le make other shift you 'l be a fool still Host Well you shall haue it although I pawne my Gowne I hope you 'l come to Supper You 'l pay me altogether Fal. Will I liue Go with her with her hooke-on hooke-on Host Will you haue Doll Teare-sheet meet you at supper Fal. No more words Let 's haue her Ch. Iust. I haue heard bitter newes Fal What 's the newes my good Lord Ch. Iu. Where lay the King last night Mes At Basingstoke my Lord. Fal. I hope my Lord all 's well What is the newes my Lord Ch Iust Come all his Forces backe Mes No Fifteene hundred Foot fiue hundred Horse Are march'd vp to my Lord of Lancaster Against Northumberland and the Archbishop Fal. Comes the King backe from Wales my noble L Ch. Iust You shall haue Letteâ—s of me presently Come go along with me good M. Gowre Fal. My Lord. Ch. Iust What 's the matter Fal. Master Gowre shall I entreate you with mee to dinner Gow I must waite vpon my good Lord heere I thanke you good Sir Iohn Ch. Iust Sir Iohn you loyter heere too long being you are to take Souldiers vp in Countries as you go Fal. Will you sup with me Master Gowre Ch. Iust What foolish Master taught you these manners Sir Iohn Fal. Master Gower if they become mee not hee was a Foole that taught them mee This is the right Fencing grace my Lord tap for tap and so part faire Ch. Iust Now the Lord lighten thee thou art a great Foole. Exeunt Scena Secunda Enter Prince Henry Pointz Bardolfe and Page Prin. Trust me I am exceeding weary Poin. Is it come to that I had thought wearines durst not haue attach'd one of so high blood Prin. It doth me though it discolours the complexion of my Greatnesse to acknowledge it Doth it not shew vildely in me to desire small Beere Poin. Why a Prince should not be so loosely studied as to remember so weake a Composition Prince Belike then my Appetite was not Princely got for in troth I do now remember the poore Creature Small Beere But indeede these humble considerations make me out of loue with my Greatnesse What a disgrace is it to me to remember thy name Or to know thy face to morrow Or to take note how many paire of Silk stockings y u hast Viz. these and those that were thy peach-colour'd ones Or to beare the Inuentorie of thy shirts as one for superfluity and one other for vse But that the Tennis-Court-keeper knowes better then I for it is a low ebbe of Linnen with thee when thou kept'st not Racket there as thou hast not done a great while because the rest of thy Low Countries haue made a shift to eate vp thy Holland Poin. How ill it followes after you haue labour'd so hard you should talke so idlely Tell me how many good yong Princes would do so their Fathers lying so sicke as yours is Prin. Shall I tell thee one thing Pointz Poin. Yes and let it be an excellent good thing Prin. It shall serue among wittes of no higher breeding then thine Poin. Go to I stand the push of your one thing that you 'l tell Prin. Why I tell thee it is not meer that I should be sad now my Father is sicke albeit I could tell to thee as to one it pleases me for fault of a better to call my friend I could be sad and sad indeed too Poin Very hardly vpon such a subiect Prin. Thou think'st me as farre in the Diuels Booke as thou and Falstaffe for obduracie and persistencie Let the end try the man But I tell thee my hart bleeds inwardly that my Father is so sicke and keeping such vild company as thou art hath in reason taken from me all ostentation of sorrow Poin. The reason Prin. What would'st thou think of me if I shold weep Poin. I would thinke thee a most Princely hypocrite Prin. It would be euery mans thought and thou art a blessed Fellow to thinke as euery man thinkes neuer a mans thought in the world keepes the Rode-way better then thine euery man would thinke me an Hypocrite indeeâ—e And what accites your most worshipful thought to thinke so Poin. Why because you haue beene so lewde and so much ingraffed to Falstaffe Prin. And to thee Pointz Nay I am well spoken of I can heare it with mine owne eares the worst that they can say of me is that I am a second Brother and that I am a proper Fellowe of my hands and those two things I confesse I canot helpe Looke looke here comes Bardolfe Prince And the Boy that I gaue
Planets in the Heauens A farre more glorious Starre thy Soule will make Then Iulius Caesar bright Enter a Messenger Mess My honourable Lords health to you all Sad tidings bring I to you out of France Of losse of slaughter and discomfiture Guyen Champaigne Rheimes Orleance Paris Guysors Poictiers are all quite lost Bedf. What say'st thou man before dead Henry's Coarse Speake softly or the losse of those great Townes Will make him burst his Lead and rise from death Glost. Is Paris lost is Roan yeelded vp If Henry were recall'd to life againe These news would cause him once more yeeld the Ghost Exe. How were they lost what trecherie was vs'd Mess No trecherie but want of Men and Money Amongst the Souldiers this is muttered That here you maintaine seuerall Factions And whil'st a Field should be dispatcht and fought You are disputing of your Generals One would haue lingring Warres with little cost Another would flye swift but wanteth Wings A third thinkes without expence at all By guilefull faire words Peace may be obtayn'd Awake awake English Nobilitie Let not slouth dimme your Honors new begot Cropt are the Flower-de-Luces in your Armes Of Englands Coat one halfe is cut away Exe. Were our Teares wanting to this Funerall These Tidings would call forth her flowing Tides Bedf. Me they concerne Regent I am of France Giue me my steeled Coat I le fight for France Away with these disgracefull wayling Robes Wounds will I lend the French in stead of Eyes To weepe their intermissiue Miseries Enter to them another Messenger Mess Lords view these Letters full of bad mischance France is reuolted from the English quite Except some petty Townes of no import The Dolphin Charles is crowned King in Rheimes The Bastard of Orleance with him is ioyn'd Reynold Duke of Aniou doth take his part The Duke of Alanson flyeth to his side Exit Exe. The Dolphin crown'd King all flye to him O whither shall we flye from this reproach Glost We will not flye but to our enemies throats Bedford if thou be slacke I le fight it out Bed Gloster why doubtst thou of my forwardnesse An Army haue I muster'd in my thoughts Wherewith already France is ouer-run Enter another Messenger Mes My gracious Lords to adde to your laments Wherewith you now bedew King Henries hearse I must informe you of a dismall fight Betwixt the stout Lord Talbot and the French Win. What wherein Talbot ouercame is' t so 3. Mes O no wherein Lord Talbot was o'rethrown The circumstance I le tell you more at large The tenth of August last this dreadfull Lord Retyring from the Siege of Orleance Hauing full scarce six thousand in his troupe By three and twentie thousand of the French Was round incompassed and set vpon No leysure had he to enranke his men He wanted Pikes to set before his Archers In stead whereof sharpe Stakes pluckt out of Hedges They pitched in the ground confusedly To keepe the Horsemen off from breaking in More then three houres the fight continued Where valiant Talbot aboue humane thought Enacted wonders with his Sword and Lance. Hundreds he sent to Hell and none durst stand him Here there and euery where enrag'd he slew The French exclaym'd the Deuill was in Armes All the whole Army stood agaz'd on him His Souldiers spying his vndaunted Spirit A Talbot a Talbot cry'd out amaine And rusht into the Bowels of the Battaile Here had the Conquest fully been seal'd vp If Sir Iohn Falstaffe had not play'd the Coward He being in the Vauward plac't behinde With purpose to relieue and follow them Cowardly fled not hauing struck one stroake Hence grew the generall wrack and massacre Enclosed were they with their Enemies A base Wallon to win the Dolphins grace Thrust Talbot with a Speare into the Back Whom all France with their chiefe assembled strength Durst not presume to looke once in the face Bedf. Is Talbot slaine then I will slay my selfe For liuing idly here in pompe and ease Whil'st such a worthy Leader wanting ayd Vnto his dastard foe-men is betray'd 3. Mess O no he liues but is tooke Prisoner And Lord Scales with him and Lord Hungerforâ— Most of the rest slaughter'd or tooke likewise Bedf. His Ransome there is none but I shall pay I le hale the Dolphin headlong from his Throne His Crowne shall be the Ransome of my friend Foure of their Lords I le change for one of ours Farwell my Masters to my Taske will I Bonfires in France forthwith I am to make To keepe our great Saint Georges Feast withall Ten thousand Souldiers with me I will take Whose bloody deeds shall make all Europe quake 3. Mess So you had need for Orleance is besieg'd The English Army is growne weake and faint The Earle of Salisbury craueth supply And hardly keepes his men from mutinie Since they so few watch such a multitude Exe. Remember Lords your Oathes to Henry sworne Eyther to quell the Dolphin vtterly Or bring him in obedience to your yoake Bedf. I doe remember it and here take my leaue To goe about my preparation Exit Bedford Glost I le to the Tower with all the hast I can To view th' Artillerie and Munition And then I will proclayme young Henry King Exit Gloster Exe. To Eltam will I where the young King is Being ordayn'd his speciall Gouernor And for his safetie there I le best deuise Exit Winch. Each hath his Place and Function to attend I am left out for me nothing remaines But long I will not be Iack out of Office The King from Eltam I intend to send And sit at chiefest Sterne of publique Weale Exit Sound a Flourish Enter Charles Alanson and Reigneir marching with Drum and Souldiers Charles Mars his true mouing euen as in the Heauens So in the Earth to this day is not knowne Late did he shine vpon the English side Now we are Victors vpon vs he smiles What Townes of any moment but we haue At pleasure here we lye neere Orleance Otherwhiles the famisht English like pale Ghosts Faintly besiege vs one houre in a moneth Alan They want their Porredge their fat Bul Beeues Eyther they must be dyeted like Mules And haue their Prouender ty'd to their mouthes Or pitteous they will looke like drowned Mice Reigneir Let 's rayse the Siege why liue we idly here Talbot is taken whom we wont to feare Remayneth none but mad-brayn'd Salisbury And he may well in fretting spend his gall Nor men nor Money hath he to make Warre Charles Sound sound Alarum we will rush on them Now for the honour of the forlorne French Him I forgiue my death that killeth me When he sees me goe back one foot or flye Exeunt Here Alarum they are beaten back by the English with great losse Enter Charles Alarson and Reigneir Charles Who euer saw the like what men haue I Dogges Cowards Dastards I would ne're haue fled But that they left me ' midst my Enemies Reigneir Salisbury
enfeebled Here they shot and Salisbury falls downe Salisb. O Lord haue mercy on vs wretched sinners Gargraue O Lord haue mercy on me wofull man Talb. What chance is this that suddenly hath crost vs Speake Salisbury at least if thou canst speake How far'st thou Mirror of all Martiall men One of thy Eyes and thy Cheekes side struck off Accursed Tower accursed fatall Hand That hath contriu'd this wofull Tragedie In thirteene Battailes Salisbury o' recame Henry the Fift he first trayn'd to the Warres Whil'st any Trumpe did sound or Drum struck vp His Sword did ne're leaue striking in the field Yet liu'st thou Salisbury though thy speech doth fayle One Eye thou hast to looke to Heauen for grace The Sunne with one Eye vieweth all the World Heauen be thou gracious to none aliue If Salisbury wants mercy at thy hands Beare hence his Body I will helpe to bury it Sir Thomas Gargraue hast thou any life Speake vnto Talbot nay looke vp to him Salisbury cheare thy Spirit with this comfort Thou shalt not dye whiles He beckens with his hand and smiles on me As who should say When I am dead and gone Remember to auenge me on the French Plantaginet I will and like thee Play on the Lute beholding the Townes burne Wretched shall France be onely in my Name Here an Alarum and it Thunders and Lightens What stirre is this what tumult 's in the Heauens Whence commeth this Alarum and the noyse Enter a Messenger Mess My Lord my Lord the French haue gather'd head The Dolphin with one Ioane de Puzel ioyn'd A holy Prophetesse new risen vp Is come with a great Power to rayse the Siege Here Salisbury lifteth himselfe vp and groanes Talb. Heare heare how dying Salisbury doth groane It irkeâ— his heart he cannot be reueng'd Frenchmen I le be a Salisbury to you Puzel or Pussel Dolphin or Dog-fish Your hearts I le stampe out with my Horses heeles And make a Quagmire of your mingled braines Conuey me Salisbury into his Tent And then wee 'le try what these dastard Frenchmen dare Alarum Exeunt Here an Alarum againe and Talbot pursueth the Dolphin and driueth him Then enter Ioane de Puzel driuing Englishmen before her Then enter Talbot Talb. Where is my strength my valour and my force Our English Troupes retyre I cannot stay them A Woman clad in Armour chaseth them Enter Puzel Here here shee comes I le haue a bowt with thee Deuill or Deuils Dam I le coniure thee Blood will I draw on thee thou art a Witch And straightway giue thy Soule to him thou seru'st Puzel Come come 't is onely I that must disgrace thee Here they fight Talb. Heauens can you suffer Hell so to preuayle My brest I le burst with straining of my courage And from my shoulders crack my Armes asunder But I will chastise this high-minded Strumpet They fight againe Puzel Talbot farwell thy houre is not yet come I must goe Victuall Orleance forthwith A short Alarum then enter the Towne with Souldiers O're-take me if thou canst I scorne thy strength Goe goe cheare vp thy hungry-starued men Helpe Salisbury to make his Testament This Day is ours as many more shall be Exit Talb. My thoughts are whirled like a Potters Wheele I know not where I am nor what I doe A Witch by feare not force like Hannibal Driues back our troupes and conquers as she lists So Bees with smoake and Doues with noysome stench Are from their Hyues and Houses driuen away They call'd vs for our fiercenesse English Dogges Now like to Whelpes we crying runne away A short Alarum Hearke Countreymen eyther renew the fight Or teare the Lyons out of Englands Coat Renounce your Soyle giue Sheepe in Lyons stead Sheepe run not halfe so trecherous from the Wolfe Or Horse or Oxen from the Leopard As you flye from your oft-subdued slaues Alarum Here another Skirmish It will not be retyre into your Trenches You all consented vnto Salisburies death For none would strike a stroake in his reuenge Puzel is entred into Orleance In spight of vs or ought that we could doe O would I were to dye with Salisbury The shame hereof will make me hide my head Exit Talbot Alarum Retreat Flourish Enter on the Walls Puzel Dolphin Reigneir Alanson and Souldiers Puzel Aduance our wauing Colours on the Walls Rescu'd is Orleance from the English Thus Ioane de Puzel hath perform'd her word Dolph Diuinest Creature Astrea's Daughter How shall I honour thee for this successe Thy promises are like Adonis Garden That one day bloom'd and fruitfull were the next France triumph in thy glorious Prophetesse Recouer'd is the Towne of Orleance More blessed hap did ne're befall our State Reigneir Why ring not out the Bells alowd Throughout the Towne Dolphin command the Citizens make Bonfires And feast and banquet in the open streets To celebrate the ioy that God hath giuen vs. Alans All France will be repleat with mirth and ioy When they shall heare how we haue play'd the men Dolph 'T is Ioane not we by whom the day is wonne For which I will diuide my Crowne with her And all the Priests and Fryers in my Realme Shall in procession sing her endlesse prayse A statelyer Pyramis to her I le reare Then Rhodophe's or Memphis euer was In memorie of her when she is dead Her Ashes in an Vrne more precious Then the rich-iewel'd Coffer of Darius Transported shall be at high Festiuals Before the Kings and Queenes of France No longer on Saint Dennis will we cry But Ioane de Puzel shall be France's Saint Come in and let vs Banquet Royally After this Golden Day of Victorie Flourish Exeunt Actus Secundus Scena Prima Enter a Sergeant of a Band with two Sentinels Ser. Sirs take your places and be vigilant If any noyse or Souldier you perceiue Neere to the walles by some apparant signe Let vs haue knowledge at the Court of Guard Sent. Sergeant you shall Thus are poore Seruitors When others sleepe vpon their quiet beds Constrain'd to watch in darknesse raine and cold Enter Talbot Bedford and Burgundy with scaling Ladders Their Drummes beating a Dead March Tal. Lord Regent and redoubted Burgundy By whose approach the Regions of Artoys Wallon and Picardy are friends to vs This happy night the Frenchmen are secure Hauing all day carows'd and banquetted Embrace we then this opportunitie As fitting best to quittance their deceite Contriu'd by Art and balefull Sorcerie Bed Coward of France how much he wrongs his fame Dispairing of his owne armes fortitude To ioyne with Witches and helpe of Hell Bur. Traitors haue neuer other company But what 's that Puzell whom they tear me so pure Tal. A Maid they say Bed A Maid And be so martiall Bur. Pray God she proue not masculine ere long If vnderneath the Standard of the French She carry Armour as she hath begun Tal. Well let them practise and conuerse with spirits God is our Fortresse in whose conquering name Let
Discipline Thy late exploits done in the heart of France When thou wert Regent for our Soueraigne Haue made thee fear'd and honor'd of the people Ioyne we together for the publike good In what we can to bridle and suppresse The pride of Suffolke and the Cardinall With Somersets and Buckinghams Ambition And as we may cherish Duke Humfries deeds While they do tend the profit of the Land War So God helpe Warwicke as he loues the Land And common profit of his Countrey Yor. And so sayes Yorke For he hath greatest cause Salisbury Then le ts make hast away And looke vnto the maine Warwicke Vnto the maine Oh Father Maine is lost That Maine which by maine force Warwicke did winne And would haue kept so long as breath did last Main-chance father you meant but I meant Maine Which I will win from France or else be slaine Exit Warwicke and Salisbury Manet Yorke Yorke Aniou and Maine are giuen to the French Paris is lost the state of Normandie Stands on a tickle point now they are gone Suffolke concluded on the Articles The Peeres agreed and Henry was well pleas'd To change two Dukedomes for a Dukes faire daughter I cannot blame them all what is' t to them 'T is thine they giue away and not their owne Pirates may make cheape penyworths of their pillage And purchase Friends and giue to Curtezans Still reuelling like Lords till all be gone While as the silly Owner of the goods Weepes ouer them and wrings his haplesse hands And shakes his head and trembling stands aloofe While all is shar'd and all is borne away Ready to sterue and dare not touch his owne So Yorke must sit and fret and bite his tongue While his owne Lands are bargain'd for and sold Me thinkes the Realmes of England France Ireland Beare that proportion to my flesh and blood As did the fatall brand Althaea burnt Vnto the Princes heart of Calidon Aniou and Maine both giuen vnto the French Cold newes for me for I had hope of France Euen as I haue of fertile Englands soile A day will come when Yorke shall claime his owne And therefore I will take the Neuils parts And make a shew of loue to proud Duke Humfrey And when I spy aduantage claime the Crowne For that 's the Golden marke I seeke to hit Nor shall proud Lancaster vsurpe my right Nor hold the Scepter in his childish Fist Nor weare the Diadem vpon his head Whose Church-like humors fits not for a Crowne Then Yorke be still a-while till time do serue Watch thou and wake when others be asleepe To prie into the secrets of the State Till Henrie surfetting in ioyes of loue With his new Bride Englands deere bought Queen And Humfrey with the Peeres be falne at iarres Then will I raise aloft the Milke-white-Rose With whose sweet smell the Ayre shall be perfum'd And in in my Standard beare the Armes of Yorke To grapple with the house of Lancaster And force perforce I le make him yeeld the Crowne Whose bookish Rule hath pull'd faire England downe Exit Yorke Enter Duke Humfrey and his wife Elianor Elia. Why droopes my Lord like ouer-ripen'd Corn Hanging the head at Ceres plenteous load Why doth the Great Duke Humfrey knit his browes As frowning at the Fauours of the world Why are thine eyes fixt to the sullen earth Gazing on that which seemes to dimme thy sight What seest thou there King Henries Diadem Inchac'd with all the Honors of the world If so Gaze on and grouell on thy face Vntill thy head be circled with the same Put forth thy hand reach at the glorious Gold What is' t too short I le lengthen it with mine And hauing both together heau'd it vp Wee 'l both together lift our heads to heauen And neuer more abase our sight so low As to vouchsafe one glance vnto the ground Hum. O Nell sweet Nell if thou dost loue thy Lord Banish the Canker of ambitious thoughts And may that thought when I imagine ill Against my King and Nephew vertuous Henry Be my last breathing in this mortall world My troublous dreames this night doth make me sad Eli. What dream'd my Lord tell me and I le requite it With sweet rehearsall of my mornings dreame Hum. Me thought this staffe mine Office-badge in Court Was broke in twaine by whom I haue forgot But as I thinke it was by ' th Cardinall And on the peeces of the broken Wand Were plac'd the heads of Edmond Duke of Somerset And William de la Pole first Duke of Suffolke This was my dreame what it doth bode God knowes Eli. Tut this was nothing but an argument That he that breakes a sticke of Glosters groue Shall loose his head for his presumption But list to me my Humfrey my sweete Duke Me thought I sate in Seate of Maiesty In the Cathedrall Church of Westminster And in that Chaire where Kings Queens wer crownd Where Henrie and Dame Margaret kneel'd to me And on my head did set the Diadem Hum. Nay Elinor then must I chide outright Presumptuous Dame ill-nurter'd Elianor Art thou not second Woman in the Realme And the Protectors wife belou'd of him Hast thou not worldly pleasure at command Aboue the reach or compasse of thy thought And wilt thou still be hammering Treachery To tumble downe thy husband and thy selfe From top of Honor to Disgraces feete Away from me and let me heare no more Elia. What what my Lord Are you so chollericke With Elianor for telling but her dreame Next time I le keepe my dreames vnto my selfe And not be check'd Hum. Nay be not angry I am pleas'd againe Enter Messenger Mess My Lord Protector 't is his Highnes pleasure You do prepare to ride vnto S. Albons Where as the King and Queene do meane to Hawke Hu. I go Come Nel thou wilt ride with vs Ex. Hum Eli. Yes my good Lord I le follow presently Follow I must I cannot go before While Gloster beares this base and humble minde Were I a Man a Duke and next of blood I would remoue these tedious stumbling blockes And smooth my way vpon their headlesse neckes And being a woman I will not be slacke To play my part in Fortunes Pageant Where are you there Sir Iohn nay feare not man We are alone here 's none but thee I. Enter Hume Hume Iesus preserue your Royall Maiesty Elia. What saist thou Maiesty I am but Grace Hume But by the grace of God and Humes aduice Your Graces Title shall be multiplied Elia. What saist thou man Hast thou as yet confer'd With Margerie Iordane the cunning Witch With Roger Bollingbrooke the Coniuter And will they vndertake to do me good Hume This they haue promised to shew your Highnes A Spirit rais'd from depth of vnder ground That shall make answere to such Questions As by your Grace shall be propounded him Elianor It is enough I le thinke vpon the Questions When from Saint Albones we doe make returne
le prepare My teare-stayn'd eyes to see her Miseries Enter the Duchesse in a white Sheet and a Taper burning in her hand with the Sherife and Officers Seru. So please your Grace wee 'le take her from the Sherife Gloster No stirre not for your liues let her passe by Elianor Come you my Lord to see my open shame Now thou do'st Penance too Looke how they gaze See how the giddy multitude doe point And nodde their heads and throw their eyes on thee Ah Gloster hide thee from their hatefull lookes And in thy Closet pent vp rue my shame And banne thine Enemies both mine and thine Glost Be patient gentle Nell forget this griefe Elianor Ah Gloster teach me to forget my selfe For whilest I thinke I am thy married Wife And thou a Prince Protector of this Land Me thinkes I should not thus be led along Mayl'd vp in shame with Papers on my back And follow'd with a Rabble that reioyce To see my teares and heare my deepe-fet groanes The ruthlesse Flint doth cut my tender feet And when I start the enuious people laugh And bid me be aduised how I treade Ah Humfrey can I beare this shamefull yoake Trowest thou that ere I le looke vpon the World Or count them happy that enioyes the Sunne No Darke shall be my Light and Night my Day To thinke vpon my Pompe shall be my Hell Sometime I le say I am Duke Humfreyes Wife And he a Prince and Ruler of the Land Yet so he rul'd and such a Prince he was As he stood by whilest I his forlorne Duchesse Was made a wonder and a pointing stock To euery idle Rascall follower But be thou milde and blush not at my shame Nor stirre at nothing till the Axe of Death Hang ouer thee as sure it shortly will For Suffolke he that can doe all in all With her that hateth thee and hates vs all And Yorke and impious Beauford that false Priest Haue all lym'd Bushes to betray thy Wings And flye thou how thou canst they 'le tangle thee But feare not thou vntill thy foot be snar'd Nor neuer seeke preuention of thy foes Glost Ah Nell forbeare thou aymest all awry I must offend before I be attainted And had I twentie times so many foes And each of them had twentie times their power All these could not procure me any scathe So long as I am loyall true and crimelesse Would'st haue me rescue thee from this reproach Why yet thy scandall were not wipt away But I in danger for the breach of Law Thy greatest helpe is quiet gentle Nell I pray thee sort thy heart to patience These few dayes wonder will be quickly worne Enter a Herald Her I summon your Grace to his Maiesties Parliament Holden at Bury the first of this next Moneth Glost And my consent ne're ask'd herein before This is close dealing Well I will be there My Nell I take my leaue and Master Sherife Let not her Penance exceede the Kings Commission Sh. And 't please your Grace here my Commission stayes And Sir Iohn Stanly is appointed now To take her with him to the I le of Man Glost Must you Sir Iohn protect my Lady here Stanly So am I giuen in charge may 't please your Grace Glost Entreat her not the worse in that I pray You vse her well the World may laugh againe And I may liue to doe you kindnesse if you doe it her And so Sir Iohn farewell Elianor What gone my Lord and bid me not farewell Glost Witnesse my teares I cannot stay to speake Exit Gloster Elianor Art thou gone to all comfort goe with thee For none abides with me my Ioy is Death Death at whose Name I oft haue beene afear'd Because I wish'd this Worlds eternitie Stanley I prethee goe and take me hence I care not whither for I begge no fauor Onely conuey me where thou art commanded Stanley Why Madame that is to the I le of Man There to be vs'd according to your State Elianor That 's bad enough for I am but reproach And shall I then be vs'd reproachfully Stanley Like to a Duchesse and Duke Humfreyes Lady According to that State you shall be vs'd Elianor Sherife farewell and better then I fare Although thou hast beene Conduct of my shame Sherife It is my Office and Madame pardon me Elianor I I farewell thy Office is discharg'd Come Stanley shall we goe Stanley Madame your Penance done Throw off this Sheet And goe we to attyre you for our Iourney Elianor My shame will not be shifted with my Sheet No it will hang vpon my richest Robes And shew it selfe attyre me how I can Goe leade the way I long to see my Prison Exeunt Sound a Senet Enter King Queene Cardinall Suffolke Yorke Buckingham Salisbury and Warwicke to the Parliament King I muse my Lord of Gloster is not come 'T is not his wont to be the hindmost man What e're occasion keepes him from vs now Queene Can you not see or will ye not obserue The strangenesse of his alter'd Countenance With what a Maiestie he beares himselfe How insolent of late he is become How prowd how peremptorie and vnlike himselfe We know the time since he was milde and affable And if we did but glance a farre-off Looke Immediately he was vpon his Knee That all the Court admir'd him for submission But meet him now and be it in the Morne When euery one will giue the time of day He knits bis Brow and shewes an angry Eye And passeth by with stiffe vnbowed Knee Disdaining dutie that to vs belongs Small Curres are not regarded when they grynne But great men tremble when the Lyon rores And Humfrey is no little Man in England First note that he is neere you in discent And should you fall he is the next will mount Me seemeth then it is no Pollicie Respecting what a rancorous minde he beares And his aduantage following your decease That he should come about your Royall Person Or be admitted to your Highnesse Councell By flatterie hath he wonne the Commons hearts And when he please to make Commotion 'T is to be fear'd they all will follow him Now 't is the Spring and Weeds are shallow-rooted Suffer them now and they 'le o're-grow the Garden And choake the Herbes for want of Husbandry The reuerent care I beare vnto my Lord Made me collect these dangers in the Duke If it be fond call it a Womans feare Which feare if better Reasons can supplant I will subscribe and say I wrong'd the Duke My Lord of Suffolke Buckingham and Yorke Reproue my allegation if you can Or else conclude my words effectuall Suff. Well hath your Highnesse seene into this Duke And had I first beene put to speake my minde I thinke I should haue told your Graces Tale. The Duchesse by his subornation Vpon my Life began her diuellish practises Or if he were not priuie to those Faults Yet by reputing of his high discent As next the King
haue done my poore house grace For which I pay 'em a thousand thankes And pray 'em take their pleasures Choose Ladies King and An Bullen King The fairest hand I euer touch'd O Beauty Till now I neuer knew thee Musicke Dance Card. My Lord. Cham. Your Grace Card. Pray tell 'em thus much from me There should be one amongst 'em by his person More worthy this place then my selfe to whom If I but knew him with my loue and duty I would surrender it Whisper Cham. I will my Lord. Card. What say they Cham. Such a one they all confesse There is indeed which they would haue your Grace Find out and he will take it Card. Let me see then By all your good leaues Gentlemen heere I le make My royall choyce Kin. Ye haue found him Cardinall You hold a faire Assembly you doe well Lord You are a Churchman or I le tell you Cardinall I should iudge now vnhappily Card. I am glad Your Grace is growne so pleasant Kin. My Lord Chamberlaine Prethee come hither what faire Ladie 's that Cham. An 't please your Grace Sir Thomas Bullens Daughter the Viscount Rochford One of her Highnesse women Kin. By Heauen she is a dainty one Sweet heart I were vnmannerly to take you out And not to kisse you A health Gentlemen Let it goe round Card. Sir Thomas Louell is the Banket ready I' th' Priuy Chamber Lou. Yes my Lord. Card. Your Grace I feare with dancing is a little heated Kin. I feare too much Card. There 's fresher ayre my Lord In the next Chamber Kin. Lead in your Ladies eu'ry one Sweet Partner I must not yet forsake you Let 's be merry Good my Lord Cardinall I haue halfe a dozen healths To drinke to these faire Ladies and a measure To lead 'em once againe and then let 's dreame Who 's best in fauour Let the Musicke knock it Exeunt with Trumpets Actus Secundus Scena Prima Enter two Gentlemen at seuerall Doores 1. Whether away so fast 2. O God saue ye Eu'n to the Hall to heare what shall become Of the great Duke of Buckingham 1. I le saue you That labour Sir All 's now done but the Ceremony Of bringing backe the Prisoner 2. Were you there 1. Yes indeed was I. 2. Pray speake what ha's happen'd 1. You may guesse quickly what 2. Is he found guilty 1. Yes truely is he And condemn'd vpon 't 2. I am sorry for t 1. So are a number more 2. But pray how past it 1. I le tell you in a little The great Duke Came to the Bar where to his accusations He pleaded still not guilty and alleadged Many sharpe reasons to defeat the Law The Kings Atturney on the contrary Vrg'd on the Examinations proofes confessions Of diuers witnesses which the Duke desir'd To him brought vina voce to his face At which appear'd against him his Surueyor Sir Gilbert Pecke his Chancellour and Iohn Car Confessor to him with that Diuell Monke Hopkins that made this mischiefe 2. That was hee That fed him with his Prophecies 1. The same All these accus'd him strongly which â—e faine Would haue flung from him but indeed he could not And so his Peeres vpon this euidence Haue found him guilty of high Treason Much He spoke and learnedly for life But all Was either pittied in him or forgotten 2. After all this how did he beare himselfe â— When he was brought agen to th' Bar to heare His Knell rung out his Iudgement he was stir'd With such an Agony he sweat extreamly And somthing spoke in choller ill and hasty But he fell to himselfe againe and sweetly In all the rest shew'd a most Noble patience 2. I doe not thinke he feares death 1. Sure he does not He neuer was so womanish the cause He may a little grieue at 2. Certainly The Cardinall is the end of this 1. T is likely By all coniectures First Kildares Attendure Then Deputy of Ireland who remou'd Earle Surrey was sent thither and in hast too Least he should helpe his Father 2. That tricke of State Was a deepe enuious one 1. At his returne No doubt he will requite it this is noted And generally who euer the King fauours The Cardnall instantly will finde imployment And farre enough from Court too 2. All the Commons Hate him perniciously and o' my Conscience Wish him ten faddom deepe This Duke as much They loue and doate on call him bounteous Buckingham The Mirror of all courtesie Enter Buckingham from his Arraignment Tipstaues before him the Axe with the edge towards him Halberds on each side accompanied with Sir Thomas Louell Sir Nicholas Vaux Sir Walter Sands and common people c. 1. Stay there Sir And see the noble ruin'd man you speake of 2. Let 's stand close and behold him Buck All good people You that thus farre haue come to pitty me Heare what I say and then goe home and lose me I haue this day receiu'd a Traitors iudgement And by that name must dye yet Heauen beare witnes And if I haue a Conscience let it sincke me Euen as the Axe falls if I be not faithfull The Law I beare no mallice for my death T' has done vpon the premises but Iustice But those that sought it I could wish more Christians Be what they will I heartily forgiue'em Yet let 'em looke they glory not in mischiefe Nor build their euils on the graues of great men For then my guiltlesse blood must cry against ' em For further life in this world I ne're hope Nor will I sue although the King haue mercieâ— More then I dare make faults You few that lou'd me And dare be bold to weepe for Buckingham His Noble Friends and Fellowes whom to leaue Is only bitter to him only dying Goe with me like good Angels to my end And as the long diuorce of Steele fals on me Make of your Prayers one sweet Sacrifice And lift my Soule to Heauen Lead on a Gods name Louell I doe beseech your Grace for charity If euer any malice in your heart Were hid against me now to forgiue me frankly Buck. Sir Thomas Louell I as free forgiue you As I would be forgiuen I forgiue all There cannot be those numberlesse offences Gainst me that I cannot take peace with No blacke Enuy shall make my Graue Commend mee to his Grace And if he speake of Buckingham pray tell him You met him halfe in Heauen my vowes and prayers Yet are the Kings and till my Soule forsake Shall cry for blessings on him May he liue Longer then I haue time to tell his yeares Euer belou'd and louing may his Rule be And when old Time shall lead him to his end Goodnesse and he fill vp one Monument Lou. To th' water side I must conduct your Grace Then giue my Charge vp to Sir Nicholas Vaux Who vndertakes you to your end Vaux Prepare there The Duke is comming See the Barge be ready And fit it with such furniture as
Thomas Louell what 's the matter It seemes you are in hast and if there be No great offence belongs too 't giue your Friend Some touch of your late businesse Affaires that walke As they say Spirits do at midnight haue In them a wilder Nature then the businesse That seekes dispatch by day Lou. My Lord I loue you And durst commend a secret to your eare Much waightier then this worke The Queens in Labor They say in great Extremity and fear'd Shee 'l with the Labour end Gard. The fruite she goes with I pray for heartily that it may finde Good time and liue but for the Stocke Sir Thomas I wish it grubb'd vp now Lou. Me thinkes I could Cry the Amen and yet my Conscience sayes Shee 's a good Creature and sweet-Ladie do's Deserue our better wishes Gard. But Sir Sir Heare me Sir Thomas y' are a Gentleman Of mine owne way I know you Wise Religious And let me tell you it will ne're be well 'T will not Sir Thomas Louell tak 't of me Till Cranmer Cromwel her two hands and shee Sleepe in their Graues Louell Now Sir you speake of two The most remark'd i' th' Kingdome as for Cromwell Beside that of the Iewell-House is made Master O' th' Rolles and the Kings Secretary Further Sir Stands in the gap and Trade of moe Preferments With which the Lime will loade him Th' Archbyshop Is the Kings hand and tongue and who dare speak One syllable against him Gard. Yes yes Sir Thomas There are that Date and I my selfe haue ventur'd To speake my minde of him and indeed this day Sir I may tell it you I thinke I haue Incenst the Lords o' th' Councell that he is For so I know he is they know he is A most Arch-Heretique a Pestilence That does infect the Land with which they moued Haue broken with the King who hath so farre Giuen care to our Complaint of his great Grace And Princely Care fore-seeing those fell Mischiefes Our Reasons layd before him hath commanded To morrow Morning to the Councell Boord He be conuented He 's a ranke weed Sir Thomas And we must root him out From your Affaires I hinder you too long Good night Sir Thomas Exit Gardiner and Page Lou. Many good nights my Lord I rest your seruant Enter King and Suffolke King Charles I will play no more to night My mindes not on 't you are too hard for me Suff. Sir I did neuer win of you before King But little Charles Nor shall not when my Fancies on my play Now Louel from the Queene what is the Newes Lou. I could not personally deliuer to her What you commanded me but by her woman I sent your Message who return'd her thankes In the great'st humâ—se and desir'd your Highnesse Most heartily to pr◠〈◊〉 King What say 〈◊〉 Ha To pray for her Wha◠〈◊〉 â—e crying out Lou. So said her woman and that her suffrance made Almost each pang a death King Alas good Lady Suf. God safely quit her of her Burthen and With gentle Trauaile to the gladding of Your Highnesse with an Heire King 'T is midnight Charles Prythee to bed and in thy Prayres remember Th' estate of my poore Queene Leaue me alone For I must thinke of that which company Would not be friendly too Suf. I wish your Highnesse A quiet night and my good Mistris will Remember in my Prayers King Charles good night Exit Suffolke Well Sir what followes Enter Sir Anthony Denny Den. Sir I haue brought my Lord the Arch-byshop As you commanded me King Ha Canterbury Den. I my good Lord. King 'T is true where is he Denny Den. He attends your Highnesse pleasure King Bring him to Vs. Lou. This is about that which the Byshop spake I am happily come hither Enter Cranmer and Denny King Auoyd the Gallery Louel seemes to stay Ha I haue said Be gone What Exeunt Louell and Denny Cran. I am fearefull Wherefore frownes he thus 'T is his Aspect of Terror All 's not well King How now my Lord You do desire to know wherefore I sent for you Cran. It is my dutie T' attend your Highnesse pleasure King Pray you arise My good and gracious Lord of Canterburie Come you and I must walke a turne together I haue Newes to tell you Come come giue me your hand Ah my good Lord I greeue at what I speake And am right sorrie to repeat what followes I haue and most vnwillingly of late Heard many greeuous I do say my Lord Greeuous complaints of you which being consider'd Haue mou'd Vs and our Councell that you shall This Morning come before vs where I know You cannot with such freedome purge your selfe But that till further Triall in those Charges Which will require your Answer you must take Your patience to you and be well contented To make your house our Towre you a Brother of vs It fits we thus proceed or else no witnesse Would come against you Cran. I humbly thanke your Highnesse And am right glad to catch this good occasion Most throughly to be winnowed where my Chaffe And Corne shall flye asunder For I know There 's none stands vnder more calumnious tongues Then I my selfe poore man King Stand vp good Canterbury Thy Truth and thy Integrity is rooted In vs thy Friend Giue me thy hand stand vp Prythee let 's walke Now by my Holydame What manner of man are you My Lord I look'd You would haue giuen me your Petition that I should haue tane some paines to bring together Your selfe and your Accusers and to haue heard you Without indurance further Cran. Most dread Liege The good I stand on is my Truth and Honestie If they shall faile I with mine Enemies Will triumph o're my person which I waigh not Being of those Vertues vacant I feare nothing What can be said against me King Know you not How your state stands i' th' world with the whole world Your Enemies are many and not small their practises Must beare the same proportion and not euer The Iustice and the Truth o' th' question carries The dew o' th' Verdict with it at what case Might corrupt mindes procure Knaues as corrupt To sweare against you Such things haue bene done You are Potently oppos'd and with a Malice Of as great Size Weene you of better lucke I meane in periur'd Witnesse then your Master Whose Minister you are whiles heere he liu'd Vpon this naughty Earth Go too go too You take a Precepit for no leape of danger And woe your owne destruction Cran. God and your Maiesty Protect mine innocence or I fall into The trap is laid for me King Be of good cheere They shall no more preuaile then we giue way too Keepe comfort to you and this Morning see You do appeare before them If they shall chance In charging you with matters to commit you The best perswasions to the contrary Faile not to vse and with what vehemencie Th' occasion shall instruct you If intreaties
discoursed all our fortunes And all that are assembled in this place That by this simpathized one daies error Haue suffer'd wrong Goe keepe vs companie And we shall make full satisfaction Thirtie three yeares haue I but gone in trauaile Of you my sonnes and till this present houre My heauie burthen are deliuered The Duke my husband and my children both And you the Kalenders of their Natiuity Go to a Gossips feast and go with mee After so long greefe such Natiuitie Duke With all my heart I le Gossip at this feast Exeunt omnes Manet the two Dromio's and two Brothers S. Dro. Mast shall I fetch your stuffe from shipbord E. An. Dromio what stuffe of mine hast thou imbarkt S. Dro. Your goods that lay at host sir in the Centaur S. Ant. He speakes to me I am your master Dromio Come go with vs wee 'l looke to that anon Embrace thy brother there reioyce with him Exit S. Dro. There is a fat friend at your masters house That kitchin'd me for you to day at dinner She now shall be my sister not my wife E.D. Me thinks you are my glasse not my brother I see by you I am a sweet-fac'd youth Will you walke in to see their gossipping S. Dro. Not I sir you are my elder E. Dro. That 's a question how shall we trie it S. Dro. Wee 'l draw Cuts for the Signior till then lead thou first E. Dro. Nay then thus We came into the world like brother and brother And now let 's go hand in hand not one before another Exeunt FINIS Much adoe about Nothing Actus primus Scena prima Enter Leonato Gouernour of Messina Innogen his wife Hero his daughter and Beatrice his Neece with a messenger Leonato I Learne in this Letter that Don Peter of Arragon comes this night to Messina Mess He is very neere by this he was not three Leagues off when I left him Leon. How many Gentlemen haue you lost in this action Mess But few of any sort and none of name Leon. A victorie is twice it selfe when the atchieuer brings home full numbers I finde heere that Don Peter hath bestowed much honor on a yong Florentine called Claudio Mess Much deseru'd on his part and equally remembred by Don Pedro he hath borne himselfe beyond the promise of his age doing in the figure of a Lambe the feats of a Lion he hath indeede better bettred expectation then you must expect of me to tell you how Leo. He hath an Vnckle heere in Messina wil be very much glad of it Mess I haue alreadie deliuered him letters and there appeares much ioy in him euen so much that ioy could not shew it selfe modest enough without a badg of bitternesse Leo. Did he breake out into teares Mess In great measure Leo. A kinde ouerflow of kindnesse there are no faces truer then those that are so wash'd how much better is it to weepe at ioy then to ioy at weeping Bea. I pray you is Signior Mountantâ— return'd from the warres or no Mess I know none of that name Lady there was none such in the armie of any sort Leon. What is he that you aske for Neece Hero My cousin meanes Signior Benedick of Padua Mess O he 's return'd and as pleasant as euer he was Beat. He set vp his bils here in Messina challeng'd Cupid at the Flight and my Vnckles foole reading the Challenge subscrib'd for Cupid and challeng'd him at the Burbolt I pray you how many hath hee kil'd and eaten in these warres But how many hath he kil'd for indeed I promis'd to eate all of his killing Leon. 'Faith Neece you taxe Signior Benedicke too much but hee 'l be meet with you I doubt it not Mess He hath done good seruice Lady in these wars Beat. You had musty victuall and he hath holpe to ease it he 's a very valiant Trencher-man hee hath an excellent stomacke Mess And a good souldier too Lady Beat. And a good souldier to a Lady But what is he to a Lord Mess A Lord to a Lord a man to a man stuft with all honourable vertues Beat. It is so indeed he is no lesse then a stuft man but for the stuffing well we are all mortall Leon. You must not sir mistake my Neece there is a kind of merry war betwixt Signior Benedick her they neuer meet but there 's a skirmish of wit between them Bea. Alas he gets nothing by that In our last conflict foure of his fiue wits went halting off and now is the whole man gouern'd with one so that if hee haue wit enough to keepe himselfe warme let him beare it for a difference betweene himselfe and his horse For it is all the wealth that he hath left to be knowne a reasonable creature Who is his companion now He hath euery month a new sworne brother Mess I' st possible Beat. Very easily possible he weares his faith but as the fashion of his hat it euer changes with y e next block Mess I see Lady the Gentleman is not in your bookes Bea. No and he were I would burne my study But I pray you who is his companion Is there no young squarer now that will make a voyage with him to the diuell Mess He is most in the company of the right noble Claudio Beat. O Lord he will hang vpon him like a disease he is sooner caught then the pestilence and the taker runs presently mad God helpe the noble Claudio if hee haue caught the Benedict it will cost him a thousand pound ere he be cur'd Mess I will hold friends with you Lady Bea. Do good friend Leo. You 'l ne're run mad Neece Bea. No not till a hot Ianuary Mess Don Pedro is approach'd Enter don Pedro Claudio Benedicke Balthasar and Iohn the bastard Pedro. Good Signior Leonato you are come to meet your trouble the fashion of the world is to auoid cost and you encounter it Leon. Neuer came trouble to my house in the likenes of your Grace for trouble being gone comfort should remaine but when you depart from me sorrow abides and happinesse takes his leaue Pedro. You embrace your charge too willingly I thinke this is your daughter Leonato Her mother hath many times told me so Bened. Were you in doubt that you askt her Leonato Signior Benedicke no for then were you a childe Pedro. You haue it full Benedicke we may ghesse by this what you are being a man truely the Lady fathers her selfe be happie Lady for you are like an honorable father Ben. If Signior Leonato be her father she would not haue his head on her shoulders for al Messina as like him as she is Beat. I wonder that you will still be talking signior Benedicke no body markes you Ben. What my deere Ladie Disdaine are you yet liuing Beat. Is it possible Disdaine should die while shee hath such meete foode to feede it as Signior Benedicke Curtesie it selfe must conuert to Disdaine if you come in
her presence Bene. Then is curtesie a turne-coate but it is certaine I am loued of all Ladies onely you excepted and I would I could finde in my heart that I had not a hard heart for truely I loue none Beat. A deere happinesse to women they would else haue beene troubled with a pernitious Suâ—er I thanke God and my cold blood I am of your humour for that I had rather heare my Dog barke at a Crow than a man sweare he loues me Bene. God keepe your Ladiship still in that minde so some Gentleman or other shall scape a predestinate scratcht face Beat. Scratching could not make it worse and 't were such a face as yours were Bene. Well you are a rare Parrat teacher Beat. A bird of my tongue is better than a beast of your Ben. I would my horse had the speed of your tongue and so good a continuer but keepe your way a Gods name I haue done Beat. You alwaies end with a Iades tricke I know you of old Pedro. This is the summe of all Leonato signior Claudio and signior Benedicke my deere friend Leonato hath inuited you all I tell him we shall stay here at the least a moneth and he heartily praies some occasion may detaine vs longer I dare sweare hee is no hypocrite but praies from his heart Leon. If you sweare my Lord you shall not be forsworne let mee bid you welcome my Lord being reconciled to the Prince your brother I owe you all duetie Iohn I thanke you I am not of many words but I thanke you Leon. Please it your grace leade on Pedro. Your hand Leonato we will goe together Exeunt Manet Benedicke and Claudio Clau. Benedicke didst thou note the daughter of signior Leonato Bene. I noted her not but I lookt on her Clau. Is she not a modest yong Ladie Bene. Doe you question me as an honest man should doe for my simple true iudgement or would you haue me speake after my custome as being a professed tyrant to their sexe Clau. No I pray thee speake in sober iudgement Bene Why yfaith me thinks shee 's too low for a hie praise too browne for a faire praise and too little for a great praise onely this commendation I can affoord her that were shee other then she is she were vnhandsome and being no other but as she is I doe not like her Clau. Thou think'st I am in sport I pray thee tell me truely how thou lik'st her Bene. Would you buie her that you enquier after her Clau. Can the world buie such a iewell Ben. Yea and a case to put it into but speake you this with a sad brow Or doe you play the flowting iacke to tell vs Cupid is a good Hare-finder and Vulcan a rare Carpenter Come in what key shall a man take you to goe in the song Clau. In mine eie she is the sweetest Ladie that euer I lookt on Bene. I can see yet without spectacles and I see no such matter there 's her cosin and she were not possest with a furie exceedes her as much in beautie as the first of Maie doth the last of December but I hope you haue no intent to turne husband haue you Clau. I would scarce trust my selfe though I had sworne the contrarie if Hero would be my wife Bene. I st come to this in faith hath not the world one man but he will weare his cap with suspition shall I neuer see a batcheller of three score againe goe to yfaith and thou wilt needes thrust thy necke into a yoke weare the print of it and sigh away sundaies looke don Pedro is returned to seeke you Enter don Pedro Iohn the bastard Pedr. What secret hath held you here that you followed not to Leonatoes Bened. I would your Grace would constraine mee to tell Pedro. I charge thee on thy allegeance Ben. You heare Count Claudio I can be secret as a dumbe man I would haue you thinke so but on my allegiance marke you this on my allegiance hee is in loue With who now that is your Graces part marke how short his answere is with Hero Leonatoes short daughter Clau. If this were so so were it vttred Bened. Like the old tale my Lord it is not so nor 't was not so but indeede God forbid it should be so Clau. If my passion change not shortly God forbid it should be otherwise Pedro. Amen if you loue her for the Ladie is verie well worthie Clau. You speake this to fetch me in my Lord. Pedr. By my troth I speake my thought Clau. And in faith my Lord I spoke mine Bened. And by my two faiths and troths my Lord I speake mine Clau. That I loue her I feele Pedr. That she is worthie I know Bened. That I neither feele how shee should be loued nor know how shee should be worthie is the opinion that fire cannot melt out of me I will die in it at the stake Pedr. Thou wast euer an obstinate heretique in the despight of Beautie Clau. And neuer could maintaine his part but in the force of his will Ben. That a woman conceiued me I thanke her that she brought mee vp I likewise giue her most humble thankes but that I will haue a â—echare winded in my forehead or hang my bugle in an inuisible baldricke all women shall pardon me because I will not do them the wrong to mistrust any I will doe my selfe the right to trust none and the fine is for the which I may goe the finer I will liue a Batchellor Pedro. I shall see thee ere I die looke pale with loue Bene. With anger with sicknesse or with hunger my Lord not with loue proue that euer I loose more blood with loue then I will get againe with drinking picke out mine eyes with a Ballet-makers penne and hang me vp at the doore of a brothel-house for the signe of blinde Cupid Pedro. Well if euer thou doost fall from this faith thou wilt proue a notable argument Bene. If I do hang me in a bottle like a Cat shoot at me and he that hit's me let him be clapt on the shoulder and cal'd Adam Pedro. Well as time shall trie In time the sauage Bull doth beare the yoake Bene. The sauage bull may but if euer the sensible Benedicke beare it plucke off the bulles hornes and set them in my forehead and let me be vildely painted and in such great Letters as they write heere is good horse to hire let them signifie vnder my signe here you may see Benedicke the married man Clau. If this should euer happen thou wouldst bee horne mad Pedro. Nay if Cupid haue not spent all his Quiuer in Venice thou wilt quake for this shortly Bene. I looke for an earthquake too then Pedro. Well you will temporize with the houres in the meane time good Signior Benedicke repaire to Leonatoes commend me to him and tell him I will not faile him at supper for indeede he hath made great preparation
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
for mine owne part if I were as tedious as a King I could finde in my heart to bestow it all of your worship Leon. All thy tediousnesse on me ah Const Dog Yea and 't were a thousand times more than 't is for I heare as good exclamation on your Worship as of any man in the Citie and though I bee but a poore man I am glad to heare it Head And so am I. Leon. I would faine know what you haue to say Head Marry sir our watch to night excepting your worships presence haue tane a couple of as arrant knaues as any in Messina Con. Dog A good old man sir hee will be talking as they say when the age is in the wit is out God helpe vs it is a world to see well said yfaith neighbour Verges well God 's a good man and two men ride of a horse one must ride behinde an honest soule yfaith sir by my troth he is as euer broke bread but God is to bee worshipt all men are not alike alas good neighbour Leon. Indeed neighbour he comes too short of you Con. Do. Gifts that God giues Leon. I must leaue you Con. Dog One word sir our watch sir haue indeede comprehended two aspitious persons we would haue them this morning examined before your worship Leon. Take their examination your selfe and bring it me I am now in great haste as may appeare vnto you Const It shall be suffigance Leon. Drinke some wine ere you goe fare you well Exit Messenger My Lord they stay for you to giue your daughter to her husband Leon. I le wait vpon them I am ready Dogb. Goe good partner goe get you to Francis Sea-coale bid him bring his pen and inkehorne to the Gaole we are now to examine those men Verges And we must doe it wisely Dogb. Wee will spare for no witte I warrant you heere 's that shall driue some of them to a non-come only get the learned writer to set downe our excommunication and meet me at the Iaile Exeunt Actus Quartus Enter Prince Bastard Leonato Frier Claudio Benedicke Hero and Beatrice Leonato Come Frier Francis be briefe onely to the plaine forme of marriage and you shal recount their particular duties afterwards Fran. You come hither my Lord to marry this Lady Clau. No. Leo. To be married to her Frier you come to marrie her Frier Lady you come hither to be married to this Count. Hero I doe Frier If either of you know any inward impediment why you should not be conioyned I charge you on your soules to vtter it Claud. Know you anie Hero Hero None my Lord. Frier Know you anie Count Leon. I dare make his answer None Clau. O what men dare do what men may do what men daily do Bene. How now interiections why then some be of laughing as ha ha he Clau. Stand thee by Frier father by your leaue Will you with free and vnconstrained soule Giue me this maid your daughter Leon. As freely sonne as God did giue her me Cla. And what haue I to giue you back whose worth May counterpoise this rich and precious gift Prin. Nothing vnlesse you render her againe Clau. Sweet Prince you learn me noble thankfulnes There Leonato take her backe againe Giue not this rotten Orenge to your friend Shee 's but the signe and semblance of her honour Behold how like a maid she blushes heere O what authoritie and shew of truth Can cunning sinne couer it selfe withall Comes not that bloud as modest euidence To witnesse simple Vertue would you not sweare All you that see her that she were a maide By these exterior shewes But she is none She knowes the heat of a luxurious bed Her blush is guiltinesse not modestie Leonato What doe you meane my Lord Clau. Not to be married Not to knit my soule to an approued wanton Leon. Deere my Lord if you in your owne proofe Haue vanquisht the resistance of her youth And made defeat of her virginitie Clau. I know what you would say if I haue knowne her You will say she did imbrace me as a husband And so extenuate the forehand sinne No Leonato I neuer tempted her with word too large But as a brother to his sister shewed Bashfull sinceritie and comely loue Hero And seem'd I euer otherwise to you Clau. Out on thee seeming I will write against it You seeme to me as Diane in her Orbe As chaste as is the budde ere it be blowne But you are more intemperate in your blood Than Venus or those pampred animalls That rage in sauage sensualitie Hero Is my Lord well that he doth speake so wide Leon. Sweete Prince why speake not you Prin. What should I speake I stand dishonour'd that haue gone about To linke my deare friend to a common stale Leon. Are these things spoken or doe I but dreame Bast Sir they are spoken and these things are true Bene. This lookes not like a nuptiall Hero True O God! Clau. Leonato stand I here Is this the Prince is this the Princes brother Is this face Heroes are our eies our owne Leon. All this is so but what of this my Lord Clau. Let me but moue one question to your daughter And by that fatherly and kindly power That you haue in her bid her answer truly Leo. I charge thee doe as thou art my childe Hero O God defend me how am I beset What kinde of catechizing call you this Clau. To make you answer truly to your name Hero Is it not Hero who can blot that name With any iust reproach Claud. Marry that can Hero Hero it selfe can blot out Heroes vertue What man was he talkt with you yesternight Out at your window betwixt twelue and one Now if you are a maid answer to this Hero I talkt with no man at that howre my Lord. Prince Why then you are no maiden Leonato I am sorry you must heare vpon mine honor My selfe my brother and this grieued Count Did see her heare her at that howre last night Talke with a ruffian at her chamber window Who hath indeed most like a liberall villaine Confest the vile encounters they haue had A thousand times in secret Iohn Fie fie they are not to be named my Lord Not to be spoken of There is not chastitie enough in language Without offence to vtter them thus pretty Lady I am sorry for thy much misgouernment Claud. O Hero what a Hero hadst thou beene If halfe thy outward graces had beene placed About thy thoughts and counsailes of thy heart But fare thee well most foule most faire farewell Thou pure impiety and impious puritie For thee I le locke vp all the gates of Loue And on my eie-lids shall Coniecture hang To turne all beauty into thoughts of harme And neuer shall it more be gracious Leon. Hath no mans dagger here a point for me Beat. Why how now cosin wherfore sink you down Bast Come let vs go these things come thus to light Smother her spirits
the tongue A cased Lion by the mortall paw A fasting Tyger safer by the tooth Then keepe in peace that hand which thou dost hold Fra. I may dis-ioyne my hand but not my faith Pand. So mak'st thou faith an enemy to faith And like a ciuill warre setst oath to oath Thy tongue against thy tongue O let thy vow First made to heauen first be to heauen perform'd That is to be the Champion of our Church What since thou sworst is sworne against thy selfe And may not be performed by thy selfe For that which thou hast sworne to doe amisse Is not amisse when it is truely done And being not done where doing tends to ill The truth is then most done not doing it The better Act of purposes mistooke Is to mistake again though indirect Yet indirection thereby growes direct And falshood falshood cures as fire cooles fire Within the scorched veines of one new burn'd It is religion that doth make vowes kept But thou hast sworne against religion By what thou swear'st against the thing thou swear'st And mak'st an oath the suretie for thy truth Against an oath the truth thou art vnsure To sweare sweares onely not to be forsworne Else what a mockerie should it be to sweare But thou dost sweare onely to be forsworne And most forsworne to keepe what thou dost sweare Therefore thy later vowes against thy first Is in thy selfe rebellion to thy selfe And better conquest neuer canst thou make Then arme thy constant and thy nobler parts Against these giddy loose suggestions Vpon which better part our prayrs come in If thou vouchsafe them But if not then know The perill of our curses light on thee So heauy as thou shalt not shake them off But in despaire dye vnder their blacke weight Aust Rebellion flat rebellion Bast Wil 't not be Will not a Calues-skin stop that mouth of thine Daul Father to Armes Blanch. Vpon thy wedding day Against the blood that thou hast married What shall our feast be kept with slaughtered men Shall braying trumpets and loud churlish drums Clamors of hell be measures to our pomp O husband heare me aye alacke how new Is husband in my mouth euen for that name Which till this time my tongue did nere pronounce Vpon my knee I beg goe not to Armes Against mine Vncle. Const O vpon my knee made hard with kneeling I doe pray to thee thou vertuous Daulphin Alter not the doome fore-thought by heauen Blan. Now shall I see thy loue what motiue may Be stronger with thee then the name of wife Con. That which vpholdeth him that thee vpholds His Honor Oh thine Honor Lewis thine Honor. Dolph I muse your Maiesty doth seeme so cold When such profound respects doe pull you on Pand. I will denounce a curse vpon his head Fra. Thou shalt not need England I will fall froÌ„ thee Const O faire returne of banish'd Maiestie Elea. O foule reuolt of French inconstancy Eng. France y u shalt rue this houre within this houre Bast Old Time the clocke setter y t bald sexton Time Is it as he will well then France shall rue Bla. The Sun 's orecast with bloud faire day adieu Which is the side that I must goe withall I am with both each Army hâ— a hand And in their rage I hauing hold of both They whurle aâ—under and dismember mee Husband I cannot pray that thou maist winne Vncle I needs must pray that thou maist lose Father I may not wish the fortune thine Grandam I will not wish thy wishes thriue Who-euer wins on that side shall I lose Assured losse before the match be plaid Dolph Lady with me with me thy fortune lies Bla. There where my fortune liues there my life dies Iohn Cosen goe draw our puisance together France I am burn'd vp with inflaming wrath A rage whose heat hath this condition That nothing can allay nothing but blood The blood and deerest valued bloud of France Fra. Thy rage shall burne thee vp thou shalt turne To ashes ere our blood shall quench that fire Looke to thy selfe thou art in ieopardie Iohn No more then he that threats To Arms le' ts hie Exeunt Scoena Secunda Allarums Excursions Enter Bastard with Austria's head Bast Now by my life this day grows wondrous hot Some ayery Deuill houers in the skie And pour's downe mischiefe Austrias head lye there Enter Iohn Arthur Hubert While Philip breathes Iohn Hubert keepe this boy Philip make vp My Mother is assayled in our Tent And tane I feare Bast My Lord I rescued her Her Highnesse is in safety feare you not But on my Liege for very little paines Will bring this labor to an happy end Exit Alarums excursions Retreat Enter Iohn Eleanor Arthur Bastard Hubert Lords Iohn So shall it be your Grace shall stay behinde So strongly guarded Cosen looke not sad Thy Grandame loues thee and thy Vnkle will As deere be to thee as thy father was Arth. O this will make my mother die with griefe Iohn Cosen away for England haste before And ere our comming see thou shake the bags Of hoording Abbots imprisoned angells Set at libertie the fat ribs of peace Must by the hungry now be fed vpon Vse our Commission in his vtmost force Bast Bell Booke Candle shall not driue me back When gold and siluer becks me to come on I leaue your highnesse Grandame I will pray If euer I remember to be holy For your faire safety so I kisse your hand Ele. Farewell gentle Cosen Iohn Coz farewell Ele. Come hether little kinsman harke a worde Iohn Come hether Hubert O my gentle Hubert We owe thee much within this wall of flesh There is a soule counts thee her Creditor And with aduantage meanes to pay thy loue And my good friend thy voluntary oath Liues in this bosome deerely cherished Giue me thy hand I had a thing to say But I will fit it with some better tune By heauen Hubert I am almost asham'd To say what good respect I haue of thee Hub. I am much bounden to your Maiesty Iohn Good friend thou hast no cause to say so yet But thou shalt haue and creepe time nere so slow Yet it shall come for me to doe thee good I had a thing to say but let it goe The Sunne is in the heauen and the proud day Attended with the pleasures of the world Is all too wanton and too full of gawdes To giue me audience If the mid-night bell Did with his yron tongue and brazen mouth Sound on into the drowzie race of night If this same were a Church-yard where we stand And thou possessed with a thousand wrongs Or if that surly spirit melancholy Had bak'd thy bloud and made it heauy thicke Which else runnes tickling vp and downe the veines Making that idiot laughter keepe mens eyes And straine their cheekes to idle merriment A passion hatefull to my purposes Or if that thou couldst see me without eyes Heare me without thine eares and make reply
it At Couentree vpon S. Lamberts day There shall your swords and Lances arbitrate The swelling difference of your setled hate Since we cannot attone you you shall see Iustice designe the Victors Chiualrie Lord Marshall command our Officers at Armes Be readie to direct these home Alarmes Exeunt Scaena Secunda Enter Gaunt and Dutchesse of Gloâ—cester Gaunt Alas the part I had in Glousters blood Doth more solicite me then your exclaimes To stirre against the Butchers of his life But since correction lyeth in those hands Which made the fault that we cannot correct Put we our quarrell to the will of heauen Who when they see the houres ripe on earth Will raigne hot vengeance on offenders heads Dut. Findes brotherhood in thee no sharper spurre Hath loue in thy old blood no liuing fire Edwards seuen sonnes whereof thy selfe art one Were as seuen violles of his Sacred blood Or seuen faire branches springing from one roote Some of those seuen are dride by natures course Some of those branches by the destinies cut But Thomas my deere Lord my life my Glouster One Violl full of Edwards Sacred blood One flourishing branch of his most Royall roote Is crack'd and all the precious liquor spilt Is hackt downe and his summer leafes all vaded By Enuies hand and Murders bloody Axe Ah Gaunt His blood was thine that bed that wombe That mettle that selfe-mould that fashion'd thee Made him a man and though thou liu'st and breath'st Yet art thou slaine in him thou dost consent In some large measure to thy Fathers death In that thou seest thy wretched brother dye Who was the modell of thy Fathers life Call it not patience Gaunt it is dispaire In suffering thus thy brother to be slaughter'd Thou shew'st the naked pathway to thy life Teaching sterne murther how to butcher thee That which in meane men we intitle patience Is pale cold cowardice in noble brests What shall I say to safegard thine owne life The best way is to venge my Glousters death Gaunt Heauens is the quarrell for heauens substitute His Deputy annointed in his sight Hath caus'd his death the which if wrongfully Let heauen reuenge for I may neuer lift An angry arme against his Minister Dut. Where then alas may I complaint my selfe Gau. To heauen the widdowes Champion to defence Dut. Why then I will farewell old Gaunt Thou go'st to Couentrie there to behold Our Cosine Herford and fell Mowbray fight O sit my husbands wrongs on Herfords speare That it may enter butcher Mowbrayes brest Or if misfortune misse the first carreere Be Mowbrayes sinnes so heauy in his bosome That they may breake his foaming Coursers backe And throw the Rider headlong in the Lists A Gaytiffe recreant to my Cosine Herford Farewell old Gaunt thy sometimes brothers wife With her companion Greefe must end her life Gau. Sister farewell I must to Couentree As much good stay with thee as go with mee Dut. Yet one word more Greefe boundeth where it falls Not with the emptie hollownes but weight I take my leaue before I haue begun For sorrow ends not when it seemeth done Commend me to my brother Edmund Yorke Loe this is all nay yet depart not so Though this be all do not so quickly go I shall remember more Bid him Oh what With all good speed at Plashie visit mee Alacke and what shall good old Yorke there see But empty lodgings and vnfurnish'd walles Vn-peopel'd Offices vntroden stones And what heare there for welcome but my grones Therefore commend me let him not come there To seeke out sorrow that dwels euery where Desolate desolate will I hence and dye The last leaue of thee takes my weeping eye Exeunt Scena Tertia Enter Marshall and Aumerle Mar. My L. Aumerle is Harry Herford arm'd Aum. Yea at all points and longs to enter in Mar. The Duke of Norfolke sprightfully and bold Stayes but the summons of the Appealants Trumpet Au. Why then the Champions are prepar'd and stay For nothing but his Maiesties approach Flourish Enter King Gaunt Bushy Bagot Greene others Then Mowbray in Armor and Harrold Rich. Marshall demand of yonder Champion The cause of his arriuall heere in Armes Aske him his name and orderly proceed To sweare him in the iustice of his cause Mar. In Gods name and the Kings say who y u art And why thou com'st thus knightly clad in Armes Against what man thou com'st and what 's thy quarrell Speake truly on thy knighthood and thine oath As so defend thee heauen and thy valour Mow. My name is Tho. Mowbray Duke of Norfolk Who hither comes engaged by my oath Which heauen defend a knight should violate Both to defend my loyalty and truth To God my King and his succeeding issue Against the Duke of Herford that appeales me And by the grace of God and this mine arme To proue him in defending of my selfe A Traitor to my God my King and me And as I truly fight defend me heauen Tucket Enter Hereford and Harold Rich. Marshall Aske yonder Knight in Armes Both who he is and why he commeth hither Thus placed in habiliments of warre And formerly according to our Law Depose him in the iustice of his cause Mar. What is thy name and wherfore comst y u hither Before King Richard in his Royall Lists Against whom com'st thou and what 's thy quarrell Speake like a true Knight so defend thee heauen Bul. Harry of Herford Lancaster and Derbie Am I who ready heere do stand in Armes To proue by heauens grace and my bodies valour In Lists on Thomas Mowbray Duke of Norfolke That he 's a Traitor foule and dangerous To God of heauen King Richard and to me And as I truly fight defend me heauen Mar. On paine of death no person be so bold Or daring hardie as to touch the Listes Except the Marshall and such Officers Appointed to direct these faire designes Bul. Lord Marshall let me kisse my Soueraigns hand And bow my knee before his Maiestie For Mowbray and my selfe are like two men That vow a long and weary pilgrimage Then let vs take a ceremonious leaue And loâ—ing farwell of our seuerall friends Mar. The Appealant in all duty greets your Highnes And craues to kisse your hand and take his leaue Rich. We will descend and fold him in our armes Cosin of Herford as thy cause is iust So be thy fortune in this Royall fight Farewell my blood which if to day thou shead Lament we may but not reuenge thee dead Bull. Oh let no noble eye prophane a teare For me if I be gor'd with Mowbrayes speare As confident as is the Falcons flight Against a bird do I with Mowbray fight My louing Lord I take my leaue of you Of you my Noble Cosin Lord Aumerle Not sicke although I haue to do with death But lustie yong and cheerely drawing breath Loe as at English Feasts so I regreete The daintiest last to make the end most sweet Oh thou the earthy
tender of my life In this faire rescue thou hast brought to mee Prin. O heauen they did me too much iniury That euer said I hearkned to your death If it were so I might haue let alone The insulting hand of Dowglas ouer you Which would haue bene as speedy in your end As all the poysonous Potions in the world And sau'd the Treacherous labour of your Sonne K. Make vp to Clifton I le to Sir Nicholas Gausey Exit Enter Hotspur Hot. If I mistake not thou art Harry Monmouth Prin. Thou speak'st as if I would deny my name Hot. My name is Harrie Percie Prin. Why then I see a very valiant rebel of that name I am the Prince of Wales and thinke not Percy To share with me in glory any more Two Starres keepe not their motion in one Sphere Nor can one England brooke a double reigne Of Harry Percy and the Prince of Wales Hot. Nor shall it Harry for the houre is come To end the one of vs and would to heauen Thy name in Armes were now as great as mine Prin. I le make it greater ere I part from thee And all the budding Honors on thy Crest I le crop to make a Garland for my head Hot. I can no longer brooke thy Vanities Fight Enter Falstaffe Fal. Well said Hal to it Hal. Nay you shall finde no Boyes play heere I can tell you Enter Dowglas he fights with Falstaffe who fals down as if he were dead The Prince killeth Percie Hot. Oh Harry thou hast rob'd me of my youth I better brooke the losse of brittle life Then those proud Titles thou hast wonne of me They wound my thoghts worse then the sword my flesh But thought 's the slaue of Life and Life Times foole And Time that takes suruey of all the world Must haue a stop O I could Prophesie But that the Earth and the cold hand of death Lyes on my Tongue No Percy thou art dust And food for Prin. For Wormeâ— braue Percy Farewell great heart Ill-weau'd Ambition how much art thou shrunke When that this bodie did containe a spirit A Kingdome for it was too small a bound But now two paces of the vilest Earth Is roome enough This Earth that beares the dead Beares not aliue so stout a Gentleman If thou wer 't sensible of curtesie I should not make so great a shew of Zeale But let my fauours hide thy mangled face And euen in thy behalfe I le thanke my selfe For doing these fayre Rites of Tendernesse Adieu and take thy praise with thee to heauen Thy ignomy sleepe with thee in the graue But not remembred in thy Epitaph What Old Acquaintance Could not all this flesh Keepe in a little life Poore Iacke farewell I could haue better spar'd a better man O I should haue a heauy misse of thee If I were much in loue with Vanity Death hath not strucke so fat a Deere to day Though many dearer in this bloody Fray Imbowell'd will I see thee by and by Till then in blood by Noble Percie lye Exit Falstaffe riseth vp Falst Imbowell'd If thou imbowell mee to day I le giue you leaue to powder me and eat me too to morow 'T was time to counterfet or that hotte Termagant Scot had paid the scot and lot too Counterfeit I am no counterfeit to dye is to be a counterfeit for hee is but the counterfeit of a man who hath not the life of a man But to counterfeit dying when a man thereby liueth is to be no counterfeit but the true and perfect image of life indeede The better part of Valour is Discretion in the which better part I haue saued my life I am affraide of this Gun-powder Percy though he be dead How if hee should counterfeit too and rise I am afraid hee would proue the better counterfeit therefore I le make him sure yea and I le sweare I kill'd him Why may not hee rise as well as I Nothing confutes me but eyes and no-bodie sees me Therefore sirra with a new wound in your thigh come you along me Takes Hotspurre on his backe Enter Prince and Iohn of Lancaster Prin. Come Brother Iohn full brauely hast thou flesht thy Maiden sword Iohn But soft who haue we heere Did you not tell me this Fat man was dead Prin. I did I saw him dead Breathlesse and bleeding on the ground Art thou aliue Or is it fantasie that playes vpon our eye-sight I prethee speake we will not trust our eyes Without our eares Thou art not what thou seem'st Fal. No that 's certaine I am not a double man but if I be not Iacke Falstaffe then am I a Iacke There is Percy if your Father will do me any Honor so if not let him kill the next Percie himselfe I looke to be either Earle or Duke I can assure you Prin. Why Percy I kill'd my selfe and saw thee dead Fal. Did'st thou Lord Lord how the world is giuen to Lying I graunt you I was downe and out of Breath and so was he but we rose both at an instant and fought a long houre by Shrewsburie clocke If I may bee beleeued so if not let them that should reward Valour beare the sinne vpon their owne heads I le take 't on my death I gaue him this wound in the Thigh if the man vvere aliue and would deny it I would make him eate a peece of my sword Iohn This is the strangest Tale that e're I heard Prin. This is the strangest Fellow Brother Iohn Come bring your luggage Nobly on your backe For my part if a lye may do thee grace I le gil'd it with the happiest tearmes I haue A Retreat is sounded The Trumpets sound Retreat the day is ours Come Brother let 's to the highest of the field To see what Friends are liuing who are dead Exeunt Fal. I le follow as they say for Reward Hee that rewards me heauen reward him If I do grow great again I le grow lesse For I le purge and leaue Sacke and liue cleanly as a Nobleman should do Exit Scaena Quarta The Trumpets sound Enter the King Prince of Wales Lord Iohn of Lancaster Earle of Westmerland with Worcester Vernon Prisoners King Thus euer did Rebellion finde Rebuke Ill-spirited Worcester did we not send Grace Pardon and tearmes of Loue to all of you And would'st thou turne our offers contrary Misuse the tenor of thy Kinsmans trust Three Knights vpon our party slaine to day A Noble Earle and many a creature else Had beene aliue this houre If like a Christian thou had'st truly borne Betwixt out Armies true Intelligence Wor. What I haue done my safety vrg'd me to And I embrace this fortune patiently Since not to be auoyded it fals on mee King Beare Worcester to death and Vernon too Other Offenders we will pause vpon Exit Worcester and Vernon How goes the Field Prin. The Noble Scot Lord Dowglas when hee saw The fortune of the day quite turn'd from him The Noble Percy
vse many wordes with you fare you well Gentlemen both I thanke you I must a dozen mile to night Bardolph giue the Souldiers Coates Shal. Sir Iohn Heauen blesse you and prosper your Affaires and send vs Peace As you returne visit my house Let our old acquaintance be renewed peraduenture I will with you to the Court. Falst I would you would Master Shallow Shal. Go-too I haue spoke at a word Fare you well Exit Falst Fare you well gentle Gentlemen On Bardolph leade the men away As I returne I will fetch off these Iustices I doe see the bottome of Iustice Shallow How subiect wee old men are to this vice of Lying This same staru'd Iustice hath done nothing but prate to me of the wildenesse of his Youth and the Feates hee hath done about Turnball-street and euery third word a Lye duer pay'd to the hearer then the Turkes Tribute I doe remember him at Clements Inne like a man made after Supper of a Cheese-paring When hee was naked hee was for all the world like a forked Radish with a Head fantastically caru'd vpon it with a Knife Hee was so forlorne that his Dimensions to any thicke sight were inuincible Hee was the very Genius of Famine hee came euer in the rere-ward of the Fashion And now is this Vices Dagger become a Squire and talkes as familiarly of Iohn of Gaunt as if hee had beene sworne Brother to him and I le be sworne hee neuer saw him but once in the Tilt-yard and then he burst his Head for crowding among the Marshals men I saw it and told Iohn of Gaunt hee beat his owne Name for you might haue truss'd him and all his Apparrell into an Eele-skinne the Case of a Treble Hoe-boy was a Mansion for him a Court and now hath hee Land and Beeues Well I will be acquainted with him if I returne and it shall goe hard but I will make him a Philosophers two Stones to me If the young Dace be a Bayt for the old Pike I see no reason in the Law of Nature but I may snap at him Let time shape and there an end Exeunt Actus Quartus Scena Prima Enter the Arch-bishop Mowbray Hastings Westmerland Coleuile Bish What is this Forrest call'd Hast 'T is Gualtree Forrest and 't shall please your Grace Bish Here stand my Lords and send discouerers forth To know the numbers of our Enemies Hast. Wee haue sent forth alreadie Bish 'T is well done My Friends and Brethren in these great Affaires I must acquaint you that I haue receiu'd New-dated Letters from Northumberland Their cold intent tenure and substance thus Here doth hee wish his Person with such Powers As might hold sortance with his Qualitie The which hee could not leuie whereupon Hee is retyr'd to ripe his growing Fortunes To Scotland and concludes in heartie prayers That your Attempts may ouer-liue the hazard And fearefull meeting of their Opposite Mow. Thus do the hopes we haue in him touch ground And dash themselues to pieces Enter a Messenger Hast Now what newes Mess West of this Forrest scarcely off a mile In goodly forme comes on the Enemie And by the ground they hide I iudge their number Vpon or neere the rate of thirtie thousand Mow. The iust proportion that we gaue them out Let vs sway-on and face them in the field Enter Westmerland Bish What well-appointed Leader fronts vs here Mow. I thinke it is my Lord of Westmerland West Health and faire greeting from our Generall The Prince Lord Iohn and Duke of Lancaster Bish Say on my Lord of Westmerland in peace What doth concerne your comming West Then my Lord Vnto your Grace doe I in chiefe addresse The substance of my Speech If that Rebellion Came like it selfe in base and abiect Routs Led on by bloodie Youth guarded with Rage And countenanc'd by Boyes and Beggerie I say if damn'd Commotion so appeare In his true natiue and most proper shape You Reuerend Father and these Noble Lords Had not beene here to dresse the ougly forme Of base and bloodie Insurrection With your faire Honors You Lord Arch-bishop Whose Sea is by a Ciuill Peace maintain'd Whose Beard the Siluer Hand of Peace hath touch'd Whose Learning and good Letters Peace hath tutor'd Whose white Inuestments figure Innocence The Doue and very blessed Spirit of Peace Wherefore doe you so ill translate your selfe Out of the Speech of Peace that beares such grace Into the harsh and boystrous Tongue of Warre Turning your Bookes to Graues your Inke to Blood Your Pennes to Launces and your Tongue diuine To a lowd Trumpet and a Point of Warre Bish Wherefore doe I this so the Question stands Briefely to this end Wee are all diseas'd And with our surfetting and wanton howres Haue brought our selues into a burning Feuer And wee must bleede for it of which Disease Our late King Richard being infected dy'd But my most Noble Lord of Westmerland I take not on me here as a Physician Nor doe I as an Enemie to Peace Troope in the Throngs of Militarie men But rather shew a while like fearefull Warre To dyet ranke Mindes sicke of happinesse And purge th' obstructions which begin to stop Our very Veines of Life heare me more plainely I haue in equall ballance iustly weigh'd What wrongs our Arms may do what wrongs we suffer And finde our Griefes heauier then our Offences Wee see which way the streame of Time doth runne And are enforc'd from our most quiet there By the rough Torrent of Occasion And haue the summarie of all our Griefes When time shall serue to shew in Articles Which long ere this wee offer'd to the King And might by no Suit gayne our Audience When wee are wrong'd and would vnfold our Griefes Wee are deny'd accesse vnto his Person Euen by those men that most haue done vs wrong The dangers of the dayes but newly gone Whose memorie is written on the Earth With yet appearing blood and the examples Of euery Minutes instance present now Hath put vs in these ill-beseeming Armes Not to breake Peace or any Branch of it But to establish here a Peace indeede Concurring both in Name and Qualitie West When euer yet was your Appeale deny'd Wherein haue you beene galled by the King What Peere hath beene suborn'd to grate on you That you should seale this lawlesse bloody Booke Of forg'd Rebellion with a Seale diuine Bish My Brother generall the Common-wealth I make my Quarrell in particular West There is no neede of any such redresse Or if there were it not belongs to you Mow. Why not to him in part and to vs all That feele the bruizes of the dayes before And suffer the Condition of these Times To lay a heauie and vnequall Hand vpon our Honors West O my good Lord Mowbray Construe the Times to their Necessities And you shall say indeede it is the Time And not the King that doth you iniuries Yet for your part it not appeares to me Either from the King
Crowd vs and crush vs to this monstrous Forme To hold our safetie vp I sent your Grace The parcels and particulars of our Griefe The which hath been with scorne shou'd from the Court Whereon this Hydra-Sonne of Warre is borne Whose dangerous eyes may well be charm'd asleepe With graunt of our most iust and right desires And true Obedience of this Madnesse cur'd Stoope tamely to the foot of Maiestie Mow. If not wee readie are to trye our fortunes To the last man Hast And though wee here fall downe Wee haue Supplyes to second our Attempt If they mis-carry theirs shall second them And so successe of Mischiefe shall be borne And Heire from Heire shall hold this Quarrell vp Whiles England shall haue generation Iohn You are too shallow Hastings Much too shallow To sound the bottome of the after-Times West Pleaseth your Grace to answere them directly How farre-forth you doe like their Articles Iohn I like them all and doe allow them well And sweare here by the honor of my blood My Fathers purposes haue beene mistooke And some about him haue too lauishly Wrested his meaning and Authoritie My Lord these Griefes shall be with speed redrest Vpon my Life they shall If this may please you Discharge your Powers vnto their seuerall Counties As wee will ours and here betweene the Armies Let 's drinke together friendly and embrace That all their eyes may beare those Tokens home Of our restored Loue and Amitie Bish I take your Princely word for these redresses Iohn I giue it you and will maintaine my word And thereupon I drinke vnto your Grace Hast Goe Captaine and deliuer to the Armie This newes of Peace let them haue pay and part I know it will well please them High thee Captaine Exit Bish To you my Noble Lord of Westmerland West I pledge your Grace And if you knew what paines I haue bestow'd To breede this present Peace You would drinke freely but my loue to ye Shall shew it selfe more openly hereafter Bish I doe not doubt you West I am glad of it Health to my Lord and gentle Cousin Mowbray Mow. You wish me health in very happy season For I am on the sodaine something ill Bish Against ill Chances men are euer merry But heauinesse fore-runnes the good euent West Therefore be merry Cooze since sodaine sorrow Serues to say thus some good thing comes to morrow Bish Beleeue me I am passing light in spirit Mow. So much the worse if your owne Rule be true Iohn The word of Peace is render'd hearke how they showt Mow. This had been chearefull after Victorie Bish A Peace is of the nature of a Conquest For then both parties nobly are subdu'd And neither partie looser Iohn Goe my Lord And let our Army be discharged too And good my Lord so please you let our Traines March by vs that wee may peruse the men Exit Wee should haue coap'd withall Bish Goe good Lord Hastings And ere they be dismiss'd let them march by Exit Iohn I trust Lords wee shall lye to night together Enter Westmerland Now Cousin wherefore stands our Army still West The Leaders hauing charge from you to stand Will not goe off vntill they heare you speake Iohn They know their duties Enter Hastings Hast Our Army is dispers'd Like youthfull Steeres vnyoak'd they tooke their course East West North South or like a Schoole broke vp Each hurryes towards his home and sporting place West Good tidings my Lord Hastings for the which I doe arrest thee Traytor of high Treason And you Lord Arch-bishop and you Lord Mowbray Of Capitall Treason I attach you both Mow. Is this proceeding iust and honorable West Is your Assembly so Bish Will you thus breake your faith Iohn I pawn'd thee none I promis'd you redresse of these same Grieuances Whereof you did complaine which by mine Honor I will performe with a most Christian care But for you Rebels looke to taste the due Meet for Rebellion and such Acts as yours Most shallowly did you these Armes commence Fondly brought here and foolishly sent hence Strike vp our Drummes pursue the scatter'd stray Heauen and not wee haue safely fought to day Some guard these Traitors to the Block of Death Treasons true Bed and yeelder vp of breath Exeunt Enter Falstaffe and Colleuile Falst What 's your Name Sir of what Condition are you and of what place I pray Col. I am a Knight Sir And my Name is Colleuile of the Dale Falst. Well then Colleuile is your Name a Knight is your Degree and your Place the Dale Colleuile shall still be your Name a Traytor your Degree and the Dungeon your Place a place deepe enough so shall you be still Colleuile of the Dale Col. Are not you Sir Iohn Falstaffe Falst As good a man as he sir who ere I am doe yee yeelde sir or shall I sweate for you if I doe sweate they are the drops of thy Louers and they weep for thy death therefore rowze vp Feare and Trembling and do obseruance to my mercy Col. I thinke you are Sir Iohn Falstaffe in that thought yeeld me Fal. I haue a whole Schoole of tongues in this belly of mine and not a Tongue of them all speakes anie other word but my name and I had but a belly of any indifferencie I were simply the most actiue fellow in Europe my wombe my wombe my wombe vndoes mee Heere comes our Generall Enter Prince Iohn and Westmerland Iohn The heaâ— is past follow no farther now Call in the Powers good Cousin Westmerland Now Falâ—taffe where haue you beene all this while When euery thing is ended then you come These tardie Tricks of yours will on my life One time or other breake some Gallowes back Falst I would bee sorry my Lord but it should bee thus I neuer knew yet but rebuke and checke was the reward of Valour Doe you thinke me a Swallow an Arrow or a Bullet Haue I in my poore and olde Motion the expedition of Thought I haue speeded hither with the very extremest ynch of possibilitie I haue fowndred nine score and odde Postes and heere trauell-tainted as I am haue in my pure and immaculate Valour taken Sir Iohn Colleuile of the Dale a most furious Knight and valorous Enemie But what of that hee saw mee and yeelded that I may iustly say with the hooke-nos'd fellow of Rome I came saw and ouer-came Iohn It was more of his Courtesie then your deseruing Falst I know not heere hee is and heere I yeeld him and I beseech your Grace let it be book'd with the rest of this dayes deedes or I sweare I will haue it in a particular Ballad with mine owne Picture on the top of it Colleuile kissing my foot To the which course if I be enforc'd if you do not all shew like gilt two-pences to me and I in the cleare Skie of Fame o're-shine you as much as the Full Moone doth the Cynders of the Element which shew like Pinnes-heads
studies his Companions Like a strange Tongue wherein to gaine the Language 'T is needfull that the most immodest word Be look'd vpon and learn'd which once attayn'd Your Highnesse knowes comes to no farther vse But to be knowne and hated So like grosse termes The Prince will in the perfectnesse of time Cast off his followers and their memorie Shall as a Patterne or a Measure liue By which his Grace must mere the liues of others Turning past-euills to aduantages King 'T is seldome when the Bee doth leaue her Combe In the dead Carrion Enter Westmerland Who 's heere Westmerland West Health to my Soueraigne and new happinesse Added to that that I am to deliuer Prince Iohn your Sonne doth kisse your Graces Hand Mowbray the Bishop Scroope Hastings and all Are brought to the Correction of your Law There is not now a Rebels Sword vnsheath'd But Peace puts forth her Oliue euery where The manner how this Action hath beene borne Here at more leysure may your Highnesse reade With euery course in his particular King O Westmerland thou art a Summer Bird Which euer in the haunch of Winter sings The lifting vp of day Enter Harcourt Looke heere 's more newes Harc From Enemies Heauen keepe your Maiestie And when they stand against you may they fall As those that I am come to tell you of The Earle Northumberland and the Lord Bardolfe With a great Power of English and of Scots Are by the Sherife of Yorkeshire ouerthrowne The manner and true order of the fight This Packet please it you containes at large King And wherefore should these good newes Make me sicke Will Fortune neuer come with both hands full But write her faire words still in foulest Letters Shee eyther giues a Stomack and no Foode Such are the poore in health or else a Feast And takes away the Stomack such are the Rich That haue aboundance and enioy it not I should reioyce now at this happy newes And now my Sight fayles and my Braine is giddie O me come neere me now I am much ill Glo. Comfort your Maiestie Cla. Oh my Royall Father West My Soueraigne Lord cheare vp your selfe looke vp War Be patient Princes you doe know these Fits Are with his Highnesse very ordinarie Stand from him giue him ayre Hee 'le straight be well Clar. No no hee cannot long hold out these pangs Th' incessant care and labour of his Minde Hath wrought the Mure that should confine it in So thinne that Life lookes through and will breake out Glo. The people feare me for they doe obserue Vnfather'd Heires and loathly Births of Nature The Seasons change their manners as the Yeere Had found some Moneths asleepe and leap'd them ouer Clar. The Riuer hath thrice flow'd no ebbe betweene And the old folke Times doting Chronicles Say it did so a little time before That our great Grand-fire Edward sick'd and dy'de War Speake lower Princes for the King recouers Glo. This Apoplexie will certaine be his end King I pray you take me vp and beare me hence Into some other Chamber softly ' pray Let there be no noyse made my gentle friends Vnlesse some dull and fauourable hand Will whisper Musicke to my wearie Spirit War Caâ— for the Musicke in the other Roome King Set me the Crowne vpon my Pillow here Clar. His eye is hollow and hee changes much War Lesse noyse lesse noyse Enter Prince Henry P. Hen. Who saw the Duke of Clarence Clar. I am here Brother full of heauinesse P. Hen. How now Raine within doores and none abroad How doth the King Glo. Exceeding ill P. Hen. Heard hee the good newes yet Tell it him Glo. Hee alter'd much vpon the hearing it P. Hen. If hee be sicke with Ioy Hee 'le recouer without Physicke War Not so much noyse my Lords Sweet Prince speake lowe The King your Father is dispos'd to sleepe Clar. Let vs with-draw into the other Roome War Wil 't please your Grace to goe along with vs P. Hen. No I will sit and watch here by the King Why doth the Crowne lye there vpon his Pillow Being so troublesome a Bed-fellow O pollish'd Perturbation Golden Care That keep'st the Ports of Slumber open wide To many a watchfull Night sleepe with it now Yet not so sound and halte so deepely sweete As hee whose Brow with homely Biggen bound Snores out the Watch of Night O Maiestie When thou do'st pinch thy Bearer thou do'st sit Like a rich Armor worne in heat of day That scald'st with safetie by his Gates of breath There lyes a dowlney feather which stirres not Did hee suspitâ— that light and weightlesse dowlne Perforce must moue My gracious Lord my Father This sleepe is sound indeede this is a sleepe That from this Golden Rigoll hath diuorc'd So many English Kings Thy due from me Is Teareâ— and heauie Sorrowes of the Blood Which Nature Loue and filiall tendernesse Shall O deare Father pay thee plenteously My due from thee is this Imperiall Crowne Which as immediate from thy Place and Blood Deriues it selfe to me Loe heere it sits Which Heauen shall guard And put the worlds whole strength into one gyant Arme It shall not force this Lineall Honor from me This from thee will I to mine leaue As 't is left to me Exit Enter Warwicke Gloucester Clarence King Warwicke Gloucester Clarence Clar. Doth the King call War What would your Maiestie how fares your Grace King Why did you leaue me here alone my Lords Cla. We left the Prince my Brother here my Liege Who vndertooke to sit and watch by you King The Prince of Wales where is hee let mee see him War This doore is open hee is gone this way Glo. Hee came not through the Chamber where wee stayd King Where is the Crowne who tooke it from my Pillow War When wee with-drew my Liege wee left it heere King The Prince hath ta'ne it hence Goe seeke him out Is hee so hastie that hee doth suppose My sleepe my death Finde him my Lord of Warwick Chide him hither this part of his conioynes With my disease and helpes to end me See Sonnes what things you are How quickly Nature falls into reuolt When Gold becomes her Obiect For this the foolish ouer-carefull Fathers Haue broke their sleepes with thoughts Their braines with care their bones with industry For this they haue ingrossed and pyl'd vp The canker'd heapes of strange-atchieued Gold For this they haue beene thoughtfull to inuest Their Sonnes with Arts and Martiall Exercises When like the Bee culling from euery flower The vertuous Sweetes our Thighes packt with Wax Our Mouthes with Honey wee bring it to the Hiue And like the Bees are murthered for our paines This bitter taste yeelds his engrossements To the ending Father Enter Warwicke Now where is hee that will not stay so long Till his Friend Sicknesse hath determin'd me War My Lord I found the Prince in the next Roome Washing with kindly Teares his gentle Cheekes With such a deepe
me many yeares I should not dye but in Ierusalem Which vainly I suppos'd the Holy-Land But beare me to that Chamber there I le lye In that Ierusalem shall Harry dye Exeunt Actus Quintus Scoena Prima Enter Shallow Silence Falstaffe Bardolfe Page and Dauie Shal. By Cocke and Pye you shall not away to night What Dauy I say Fal. You must excuse me M. Robert Shallow Shal. I will not excuse you you shall not be excused Excuses shall not be admitted there is no excuse shall serue you shall not be excus'd Why Dauie Dauie Heere sir Shal. Dauy Dauy Dauy let me see Dauy let me see William Cooke bid him come hither Sir Iohn you shal not be excus'd Dauy. Marry sir thus those Precepts cannot bee seru'd and againe sir shall we sowe the head-land with Wheate Shal. With red Wheate Dauy. But for William Cook are there no yong Pigeons Dauy. Yes Sir Heere is now the Smithes note for Shooing And Plough-Irons Shal. Let it be cast and payde Sir Iohn you shall not be excus'd Dauy. Sir a new linke to the Bucket must needes bee had And Sir doe you meane to stoppe any of Williams Wages about the Sacke he lost the other day at Hinckley Fayre Shal. He shall answer it Some Pigeons Dauy a couple of short-legg'd Hennes a ioynt of Mutton and any pretty little tine Kickshawes tell William Cooke Dauy. Doth the man of Warre stay all night sir Shal. Yes Dauy I will vse him well A Friend i' th Court is better then a penny in purse Vse his men well Dauy for they are arrant Knaues and will backe-bite Dauy. No worse then they are bitten sir For they haue maruellous fowle linnen Shallow Well conceited Dauy about thy Businesse Dauy. Dauy. I beseech you sir To countenance William Visor of Woncot against Clement Perkes of the hill Shal. There are many Complaints Dauy against that Visor that Visor is an arrant Knaue on my knowledge Dauy. I graunt your Worship that he is a knaue Sir But yet heauen forbid Sir but a Knaue should haue some Countenance at his Friends request An honest man sir is able to speake for himselfe when a Knaue is not I haue seru'd your Worshippe truely sir these eight yeares and if I cannot once or twice in a Quarter beare out a knaue against an honest man I haue but a very litle credite with your Worshippe The Knaue is mine honest Friend Sir therefore I beseech your Worship let him bee Countenanc'd Shal. Go too I say he shall haue no wrong Looke about Dauy. Where are you Sir Iohn Come off with your Boots Giue me your hand M. Bardolfe Bard. I am glad to see your Worship Shal. I thanke thee with all my heart kinde Master Bardolfe and welcome my tall Fellow Come Sir Iohn Falstaffe I le follow you good Master Robert Shallow Bardolfe looke to our Horsses If I were saw'de into Quantities I should make foure dozen of such bearded Hermites staues as Master Shallow It is a wonderfull thing to see the semblable Cohetence of his mens spirits and his They by obseruing of him do beare themselues like foolish Iustices Hee by conuersing with them is turn'd into a Iustice-like Seruingman Their spirits are so married in Coniunction with the participation of Society that they flocke together in consent like so many Wilde-Geese If I had a suite to Mayster Shallow I would humour his men with the imputation of beeing neere their Mayster If to his Men I would currie with Maister Shallow that no man could better command his Seruants It is certaine that either wise bearing or ignorant Carriage is caught as men take diseases one of another therefore let men take heede of their Companie I will deuise matter enough out of this Shallow to keepe Prince Harry in continuall Laughter the wearing out of sixe Fashions which is foure Tearmes or two Actions and he shall laugh with Interuallums O it is much that a Lye with a flight Oath and a iest with â— sadde brow will doe with a Fellow that neuer had the Ache in his shoulders O you shall see him laugh till his Face be like a wet Cloake ill laid vp Shal. Sir Iohn Falst I come Master Shallow I come Master Shallow Exeunt Scena Secunda Enter the Earle of Warwicke and the Lord Chiefe Iustice Warwicke How now my Lord Chiefe Iustice whether away Ch. Iust How doth the King Warw. Exceeding well his Cares Are now all ended Ch. Iust I hope not dead Warw. Hee 's walk'd the way of Nature And to our purposes he liues no more Ch. Iust I would his Maiesty had call'd me with him The seruice that I truly did his life Hath left me open to all iniuries War Indeed I thinke the yong King loues you not Ch. Iust I know he doth not and do arme my selfe To welcome the condition of the Time Which cannot looke more hideously vpon me Then I haue drawne it in my fantasie Enter Iohn of Lancaster Gloucester and Clarence War Heere come the heauy Issue of dead Harrie O that the liuing Harrie had the temper Of him the worst of these three Gentlemen How many Nobles then should hold their places That must strike saile to Spirits of vilde sort Ch. Iust Alas I feare all will be ouer-turn'd Iohn Good morrow Cosin Warwick good morrow Glou. Cla. Good morrow Cosin Iohn We meet like men that had forgot to speake War We do remember but our Argument Is all too heauy to admit much talke Ioh. Well Peace be with him that hath made vs heauy Ch. Iust Peace be with vs least we be heauier Glou. O good my Lord you haue lost a friend indeed And I dare sweare you borrow not that face Of seeming sorrow it is sure your owne Iohn Though no man be assur'd what grace to finde You stand in coldest expectation I am the sorrier would 't were otherwise Cla. Wel you must now speake Sir Iohn Falstaffe faire Which swimmes against your streame of Quality Ch. Iust Sweet Princes what I did I did in Honor Led by th' Imperiall Conduct of my Soule And neuer shall you see that I will begge A ragged and fore-stall'd Remission If Troth and vpright Innocency fayle me I le to the King my Master that is dead And tell him who hath sent me after him War Heere comes the Prince Enter Prince Henrie Ch. Iust Good morrow and heauen saue your Maiesty Prince This new and gorgeous Garment Maiesty Sits not so easie on me as you thinke Brothers you mixe your Sadnesse with some Feare This is the English not the Turkish Court Not Amurah an Amurah succeeds But Harry Harry Yet be sad good Brothers For to speake truth it very well becomes you Sorrow so Royally in you appeares That I will deeply put the Fashion on And weare it in my heart Why then be sad But entertaine no more of it good Brothers Then a ioynt burthen laid vpon vs all For me by Heauen I bid you be