Castle Through Brazen Trumpet send the breath of Parle Into his ruin'd Eares and thus deliuer Henry Bullingbrooke vpon his knees doth kisse King Richards hand and sends allegeance And true faith of heart to his Royall Person hither come Euen at his feet to lay my Armes and Power Prouided that my Banishment repeal'd And Lands restor'd againe be freely graunted If not I le vse th' aduantage of my Power And lay the Summers dust with showers of blood Rayn'd from the wounds of slaughter'd Englishmen The which how farre off from the mind of Bullingbrooke It is such Crimson Tempest should bedrench The fresh greene Lap of faire King Richards Land My stooping dutie tenderly shall shew Goe signifie as much while here we march Vpon the Grassie Carpet of this Plaine Let 's march without the noyse of threatning Drum That from this Castles tatter'd Battlements Our faire Appointments may be well perus'd Me thinkes King Richard and my selfe should meet With no lesse terror then the Elements Of Fire and Water when their thundring smoake At meeting teares the cloudie Cheekes of Heauen Be he the fire I le be the yeelding Water The Rage be his while on the Earth I raine My Waters on the Earth and not on him March on and marke King Richard how he lookes Parle without and answere within then a Flourish Enter on the Walls Richard Carlile Aumerle Scroop Salisbury See see King Richard doth himselfe appeare As doth the blushing discontented Sunne From out the fierie Portall of the East When he perceiues the enuious Clouds are bent To dimme his glory and to staine the tract Of his bright passage to the Occident York Yet lookes he like a King behold his Eye As bright as is the Eagles lightens forth Controlling Maiestie alack alack for woe That any harme should staine so faire a shew Rich. Wee are amaz'd and thus long haue we stood To watch the fearefull bending of thy knee Because we thought our selfe thy lawfull King And if we be how dare thy ioynts forget To pay their awfull dutie to our presence If we be not shew vs the Hand of God That hath dismiss'd vs from our Stewardship For well wee know no Hand of Blood and Bone Can gripe the sacred Handle of our Scepter Vnlesse he doe prophane steale or vsurpe And though you thinke that all as you haue done Haue torne their Soules by turning them from vs And we are barren and bereft of Friends Yet know my Master God Omnipotent Is mustring in his Clouds on our behalfe Armies of Pestilence and they shall strike Your Children yet vnborne and vnbegot That lift your Vassall Hands against my Head And threat the Glory of my precious Crowne Tell Bullingbrooke for yond me thinkes he is That euery stride he makes vpon my Land Is dangerous Treason He is come to ope The purple Testament of bleeding Warre But ere the Crowne he lookes for liue in peace Ten thousand bloody crownes of Mothers Sonnes Shall ill become the flower of Englands face Change the complexion of her Maid-pale Peace To Scarlet Indignation and bedew Her Pastors Grasse with faithfull English Blood North. The King of Heauen forbid our Lord the King Should so with ciuill and vnciuill Armes Be rush'd vpon Thy thrice-noble Cousin Harry Bullingbrooke doth humbly kisse thy hand And by the Honorable Tombe he sweares That stands vpon your Royall Grandsires Bones And by the Royalties of both your Bloods Currents that spring from one most gracious Head And by the buried Hand of Warlike Gaunt And by the Worth and Honor of himselfe Comprising all that may be sworne or said His comming hither hath no further scope Then for his Lineall Royalties and to begge Infranchisement immediate on his knees Which on thy Royall partie graunted once His glittering Armes he will commend to ' Rust His barbed Steedes to Stables and his heart To faithfull seruice of your Maiestie This sweares he as he is a Prince is iust And as I am a Gentleman I credit him Rich. Northumberland say thus The King returnes His Noble Cousin is right welcome hither And all the number of his faire demands Shall be accomplish'd without contradiction With all the gracious vtterance thou hast Speake to his gentle hearing kind commends We doe debase our selfe Cousin doe we not To looke so poorely and to speake so faire Shall we call back Northumberland and send Defiance to the Traytor and so die Aum. No good my Lord let 's fight with gentle words Till tune lend friends and friends their helpeful Swords Rich. Oh God oh God that ere this tongue of mine That layd the Sentence of dread Banishment On yond prowd man should take it off againe With words of sooth Oh that I were as great As is my Griefe or lesser then my Name Or that I could forget what I haue beene Or not remember what I must be now Swell'st thou prowd heart I le giue thee scope to beat Since Foes haue scope to beat both thee and me Aum. Northumberland comes backe from Bullingbrooke Rich. What must the King doe now must he submit The King shall doe it Must he be depos'd The King shall be contented Must he loose The Name of King o' Gods Name let it goe I le giue my Iewels for a sett of Beades My gorgeous Pallace for a Hermitage My gay Apparrell for an Almes-mans Gowne My figur'd Goblets for a Dish of Wood My Scepter for a Palmers walking Staffe My Subiects for a payre of carued Saints And my large Kingdome for a little Graue A little little Graue an obscure Graue Or I le be buryed in the Kings high-way Some way of common Trade where Subiects feet May howrely trample on their Soueraignes Head For on my heart they tread now whilest I liue And buryed once why not vpon my Head Aumerle thou weep'st my tender-hearted Cousin Wee 'le make foule Weather with despised Teares Our sighes and they shall lodge the Summer Corne And make a Dearth in this reuolting Land Or shall we play the Wantons with our Woes And make some prettie Match with shedding Teares As thus to drop them still vpon one place Till they haue fretted vs a payre of Graues Within the Earth and therein lay'd there lyes Two Kinsmen digg'd their Graues with weeping Eyes Would not this ill doe well Well well I see I talke but idly and you mock at mee Most mightie Prince my Lord Northumberland What sayes King Bullingbrooke Will his Maiestie Giue Richard leaue to liue till Richard die You make a Legge and Bullingbrooke sayes I. North. My Lord in the base Court he doth attend To speake with you may it please you to come downe Rich. Downe downe I come like glist'ring Phaeton Wanting the manage of vnruly Iades In the base Court base Court where Kings grow base To come at Traytors Calls and doe them Grace In the base Court come down down Court down King For night-Owls shrike where moūting Larks should sing Bull. What sayes his Maiestie
within Her Againe Her Againe Enter Edgar armed Alb. Aske him his purposes why he appeares Vpon this Call o' th' Trumpet Her What are you Your name your quality and why you answer This present Summons Edg. Know my name is lost By Treasons tooth bare-gnawne and Canker-bit Yet am I Noble as the Aduersary I come to cope Alb. Which is that Aduersary Edg. What 's he that speakes for Edmund Earle of Gloster Bast Himselfe what saist thou to him Edg. Draw thy Sword That if my speech offend a Noble heart Thy arme may do thee Iustice heere is mine Behold it is my priuiledge The priuiledge of mine Honours My oath and my profession I protest Maugre thy strength place youth and eminence Despise thy victor-Sword and fire new Fortune Thy valor and thy heart thou art a Traitor False to thy Gods thy Brother and thy Father Conspirant ' gainst this high illustirous Prince And from th' extremest vpward of thy head To the discent and dust below thy foote A most Toad-spotted Traitor Say thou no This Sword this arme and my best spirits are bent To proue vpon thy heart whereto I speake Thou lyest Bast In wisedome I should aske thy name But since thy out-side lookes so faire and Warlike And that thy tongue some say of breeding breathes What safe and nicely I might well delay By rule of Knight-hood I disdaine and spurne Backe do I tosse these Treasons to thy head With the hell-hated Lye ore-whelme thy heart Which for they yet glance by and scarely bruise This Sword of mine shall giue them instant way Where they shall rest for euer Trumpets speake Alb. Saue him saue him Alarums Fights Gon. This is practise Gloster By th' law of Warre thou wast not bound to answer An vnknowne opposite thou art not vanquish'd But cozend and be guild Alb. Shut your mouth Dame Or with this paper shall I stop it hold Sir Thou worse then any name reade thine owne euill No tearing Lady I perceiue you know it Gon. Say if I do the Lawes are mine not thine Who can araigne me for 't Exit Alb. Most monstrous O know'st thou this paper Bast Aske me not what I know Alb. Go after her she 's desperate gouerne her Bast What you haue charg'd me with That haue I done And more much more the time will bring it out 'T is past and so am I But what art thou That hast this Fortune on me If thou' rt Noble I do forgiue thee Edg. Let 's exchange charity I am no lesse in blood then thou art Edmond If more the more th' hast wrong'd me My name is Edgar and thy Fathers Sonne The Gods are iust and of our pleasant vices Make instruments to plague vs The darke and vitious place where thee he got Cost him his eyes Bast Th' hast spoken right 't is true The Wheele is come full circle I am heere Alb. Me thought thy very gate did prophesie A Royall Noblenesse I must embrace thee Let sorrow split my heart if euer I Did hate thee or thy Father Edg. Worthy Prince I know 't Alb. Where haue you hid your selfe How haue you knowne the miseries of your Father Edg. By nursing them my Lord. List a breefe tale And when 't is told O that my heart would burst The bloody proclamation to escape That follow'd me so neere O our liues sweetnesse That we the paine of death would hourely dye Rather then die at once taught me to shift Into a mad-mans rags t'assume a semblance That very Dogges disdain'd and in this habit Met I my Father with his bleeding Rings Their precious Stones new lost became his guide Led him begg'd for him sau'd him from dispaire Neuer O fault reueal'd my selfe vnto him Vntill some halfe houre past when I was arm'd Not suâ—e though hoping of this good successe I ask'd his blessing and from first to last Told him our pilgrimage But his flaw'd heart Alacke too weake the conflict to support Twixt two extremes of passion ioy and greefe Burst smilingly Bast. This speech of yours hath mou'd me And shall perchance do good but speake you on You looke as you had something more to say Alb. If there be more more wofull hold it in For I am almost ready to dissolue Hearing of this Enter a Gentleman Gen. Helpe helpe O helpe Edg. What kinde of helpe Alb. Speake man Edg. What meanes this bloody Knife Gen. 'T is hot it smoakes it came euen from the heart of O she 's dead Alb. Who dead Speake man Gen. Your Lady Sir your Lady and her Sister By her is poyson'd she confesses it Bast I was contracted to them both all three Now marry in an instant Edg. Here comes Kent Enter Kent Alb. Produce the bodies be they aliue or dead Gonerill and Regans bodies brought out This iudgement of the Heauens that makes vs tremble Touches vs not with pitty O is this he The time will not allow the complement Which very manners vrges Kent I am come To bid my King and Master aye good night Is he not here Alb. Great thing of vs forgot Speake Edmund where 's the King and where 's Cordelia Seest thou this obiect Kent Kent Alacke why thus Bast Yet Edmund was belou'd The one the other poison'd for my sake And after slew herselfe Alb. Euen so couer their faces Bast I pant for life some good I meane to do Despight of mine owne Nature Quickly send Be briefe in it to ' th' Castle for my Writ Is on the life of Lear and on Cordelia Nay send in time Alb. Run run O run Edg. To who my Lord Who ha's the Office Send thy token of repreeue Bast. Well thought on take my Sword Giue it the Captaine Edg. Hast thee for thy life Bast He hath Commission from thy Wife and me To hang Cordelia in the prison and To lay the blame vpon her owne dispaire That she for-did her selfe Alb. The Gods defend her beare him hence awhile Enter Lear with Cordelia in his armes Lear. Howle howle howle O your are men of stones Had I your tongues and eyes I l'd vse them so That Heauens vault should crack she 's gone for euer I know when one is dead and when one liues She 's dead as earth Lend me a Looking-glasse If that her breath will mist or staine the stone Why then she liues Kent Is this the promis'd end Edg. Or image of that horror Alb. Fall and cease Lear. This feather stirs she liues if it be so It is a chance which do's redeeme all sorrowes That euer I haue felt Kent O my good Master Lear. Prythee away Edg. 'T is Noble Kent your Friend Lear. A plague vpon you Murderors Traitors all I might haue sau'd her now she 's gone for euer Cordelia Cordelia stay a little Ha What is' t thou saist Her voice was euer soft Gentle and low an excellent thing in woman I kill'd the Slaue that was a hanging thee Gent. 'T is true my Lords he did Lear. Did I
be washt away Kin. 'T were good yours did for sir to tell you plaine I le finde a fairer face not washt to day Ber. I le proue her faire or talke till dooms-day here Kin. No Diuell will fright thee then so much as shee Duma I neuer knew man hold vile stuffe so deere Lou. Looke heer 's thy loue my foot and her face see Ber. O if the streets were paued with thine eyes Her feet were much too dainty for such tread Duma O vile then as she goes what vpward lyes The street should see as she walk'd ouer head Kin. But what of this are we not all in loue Ber. O nothing so sure and thereby all forsworne Kin. Then leaue this chat good Berown now proue Our louing lawfull and our fayth not torne Dum. I marie there some flattery for this euill Long. O some authority how to proceed Some tricks some quillets how to cheat the diuell Dum. Some salue for periurie Ber. O 't is more then neede Haue at you then affections men at armes Consider what you first did sweare vnto To fast to study and to see no woman Flat treason against the Kingly state of youth Say Can you fast your stomacks are too young And abstinence ingenders maladies And where that you haue vow'd to studie Lords In that each of you haue forsworne his Booke Can you still dreame and pore and thereon looke For when would you my Lord or you or you Haue found the ground of studies excellence Without the beauty of a womans face From womens eyes this doctrine I deriue They are the Ground the Bookes the Achadems From whence doth spring the true Promethean fire Why vniuersall plodding poysons vp The nimble spirits in the arteries As motion and long during action tyres The sinnowy vigour of the trauailer Now for not looking on a womans face You haue in that forsworne the vse of eyes And studie too the causer of your vow For where is any Author in the world Teaches such beauty as a womans eye Learning is but an adiunct to our selfe And where we are our Learning likewise is Then when our selues we see in Ladies eyes With our selues Doe we not likewise see our learning there O we haue made a Vow to studie Lords And in that vow we haue forsworne our Bookes For when would you my Leege or you or you In leaden contemplation haue found out Such fiery Numbers as the prompting eyes Of beauties tutors haue inrich'd you with Other slow Arts intirely keepe the braine And therefore finding barraine practizers Scarce shew a haruest of their heauy toyle But Loue first learned in a Ladies eyes Liues not alone emured in the braine But with the motion of all elements Courses as swift as thought in euery power And giues to euery power a double power Aboue their functions and their offices It addes a precious seeing to the eye A Louers eyes will gaze an Eagle blinde A Louers eare will heare the lowest sound When the suspicious head of theft is stopt Loues feeling is more soft and sensible Then are the tender hornes of Cockled Snayles Loues tongue proues dainty Bachus grosse in taste For Valour is not Loue a Hercules Still climing trees in the Hesporides Subtill as Sphinx as sweet and musicall As bright Apollo's Lute strung with his haire And when Loue speakes the voyce of all the Gods Make heauen drowsie with the harmonie Neuer durst Poet touch a pen to write Vntill his Inke were tempred with Loues sighes O then his lines would rauish sauage eares And plant in Tyrants milde humilitie From womens eyes this doctrine I deriue They sparcle still the right promethean fire They are the Bookes the Arts the Achademes That shew containe and nourish all the world Else none at all in ought proues excellent Then fooles you were these women to forsweare Or keeping what is sworne you will proue fooles For Wisedomes sake a word that all men loue Or for Loues sake a word that loues all men Or for Mens sake the author of these Women Or Womens sake by whom we men are Men. Let 's once loose our oathes to finde our selues Or else we loose our selues to keepe our oathes It is religion to be thus forsworne For Charity it selfe fulfills the Law And who can seuer loue from Charity Kin. Saint Cupid then and Souldiers to the field Ber. Aduance your standards vpon them Lords Pell mell downe with them but be first aduis'd In conflict that you get the Sunne of them Long. Now to plaine dealing Lay these glozes by Shall we resolue to woe these girles of France Kin. And winne them too therefore let vs deuise Some entertainment for them in their Tents Ber. First from the Park let vs conduct them thither Then homeward euery man attach the hand Of his faire Mistresse in the afternoone We will with some strange pastime solace them Such as the shortnesse of the time can shape For Reuels Dances Maskes and merry houres Fore-runne faire Loue strewing her way with flowres Kin. Away away no time shall be omitted That will be time and may by vs be fitted Ber. Alone alone sowed Cockell reap'd no Corne And Iustice alwaies whirles in equall measure Light Wenches may proue plagues to men forsworne If so our Copper buyes no better treasure Exeunt Actus Quartus Enter the Pedant Curate and Dull Pedant Satis quid sufficit Curat I praise God for you sir your reasons at dinner haue beene sharpe sententious pleasant without scurrillity witty without affection audacious without impudency learned without opinion and strange without heresie I did conuerse this quondam day with a companion of the Kings who is intituled nominated or called Don Adriano de Armatho Ped. Noui hominum tanquam te His humour is lofty his discourse peremptorie his tongue filed his eye ambitious his gate maiesticall and his generall behauiour vaine ridiculous and thrasonicall He is too picked too spruce too affected too odde as it were too peregrinat as I may call it Curat A most singular and choise Epithat Draw out his Table-booke Peda. He draweth out the thred of his verbositie finer then the staple of his argument I abhor such phanaticall phantasims such insociable and poynt deuise companions such rackers of ortagriphie as to speake dout fine when he should say doubt det when he shold pronounce debt deâ—t not det he clepeth a Calf Caufe halfe haufe neighbour vocatur nebour neigh abreuiated ne this is abhominable which he would call abhominable it insinuateth me of infamie ne inteligis domine to make frantiâ—ke lunaticke Cura Laus deo bene intelligo Peda. Bome boon for boon prescian a little scratcht 't wil serue Enter Bragart Boy Curat Vides ne quis venit Peda. Video gaudio Brag. Chirra Peda. Quarâ— Chirra not Sirra Brag. Men of peace well incountred Ped. Most millitarie sir salutation Boy They haue beene at a great feast of Languages and stolne the scraps Clow. O they haue
signe of she Now to our periurie to adde more terror We are againe forsworne in will and error Much vpon this t is and might not you Forestall our sport to make vs thus vntrue Do not you know my Ladies foot by ' th squier And laugh vpon the apple of her eie And stand betweene her backe sir and the fire Holding a trencher iesting merrilie You put our Page out go you are alowd Die when you will a smocke shall be your shrowd You leere vpon me do you There 's an eie Wounds like a Leaden sword Boy Full merrily hath this braue manager this carreere bene run Ber. Loe he is tilting straight Peace I haue don Enter Clowne Welcome pure wit thou part'st a faire fray Clo. O Lord sir they would kno Whether the three worthies shall come in or no. Ber. What are there but three Clo. No sir but it is varâ— fine For euerie one pursents three Ber. And three times thrice is nine Clo. Not so sir vnder correction sir I hope it is not so You cannot beg vs sir I can assure you sir we know what we know I hope sir three times thrice sir Ber. Is not nine Clo. Vnder correction sir wee know where-vntill it doth amount Ber. By Ioue I alwaies tooke three threes for nine Clow. O Lord sir it were pittie you should get your liuing by reckning sir Ber. How much is it Clo. O Lord sir the parties themselues the actors sir will shew where-vntill it doth amount for mine owne part I am as they say but to perfect one man in one poore man Pompion the great sir Ber. Art thou one of the Worthies Clo. It pleased them to thinke me worthie of Pompey the great for mine owne part I know not the degree of the Worthie but I am to stand for him Ber. Go bid them prepare Exit Clo. We will turne it finely off sir we wil take some care King Berowne they will shame vs Let them not approach Ber. We are shame-proofe my Lord and 't is some policie to haue one shew worse then the Kings and his companie Kin. I say they shall not come Qu. Nay my good Lord let me ore-rule you now That sport best pleases that doth least know how Where Zeale striues to content and the contents Dies in the Zeale of that which it presents Their forme confounded makes most forme in mirth When great things labouring perish in their birth Ber. A right description of our sport my Lord. Enter Braggart Brag. Annointed I implore so much expence of thy royall sweet breath as will vtter a brace of words Qu. Doth this man serue God Ber. Why aske you Qu. He speak's not like a man of God's making Brag. That 's all one my faire sweet honie Monarch For I protest the Schoolmaster is exceeding fantasticall Too too vain too too vaine But we wil put it as they say to Fortuna delaguar I wish you the peace of minde most royall cupplement King Here is like to be a good presence of Worthies He presents Hector of Troy the Swaine Pompey y e great the Parish Curate Alexander Armadoes Page Hercules the Pedant Iudas Machabeus And if these foure Worthies in their first shew thriue these foure will change habites and present the other fiue Ber. There is fiue in the first shew Kin. You are deceiued t is not so Ber. The Pedant the Braggart the Hedge-Priest the Foole and the Boy Abate throw at Novum and the whole world againe Cannot pricke out fiue such take each one in 's vaine Kin. The ship is vnder saile and here she coms amain Enter Pompey Clo. I Pompey am Ber. You lie you are not he Clo. I Pompey am Boy With Libbards head on knee Ber. Well said old mocker I must needs be friends with thee Clo. I Pompey am Pompey surnam'd the big Du. The great Clo. It is great sir Pompey surnam'd the great That oft in field with Targe and Shield did make my foe to sweat And trauailing along this coast I heere am come by chance And lay my Armes before the legs of this sweet Lasse of France If your Ladiship would say thankes Pompey I had done La. Great thankes great Pompey Clo. T is not so much worth but I hope I was perfect I made a little fault in great Ber. My hat to a halfe-penie Pompey prooues the best Worthie Enter Curate for Alexander Curat When in the world I liu'd I was the worldes Commander By East West North South I spred my conquering might My Scutcheon plaine declares that I am Alisander Boiet Your nose saies no you are not For it stands too right Ber. Your nose smels no in this most tender smelling Knight Qu. The Conqueror is dismaid Proceede good Alexander Cur. When in the world I liued I was the worldes Commander Boiet Most true 't is right you were so Alisander Ber. Pompey the great Clo. your seruant and Costard Ber. Take away the Conqueror take away Alisander Clo. O sir you haue ouerthrowne Alisander the conqueror you will be scrap'd out of the painted cloth for this your Lion that holds his Pollax sitting on a close stoole will be giuen to Aiax He will be the ninth worthie A Conqueror and affraid to speake Runne away for shame Alisander There an 't shall please you a foolish milde man an honest man looke you soon dasht He is a maruellous good neighbour insooth and a verie good Bowler but for Alisander alas you see how 't is a little ore-parted But there are Worthies a comming will speake their minde in some other sort Exit Cu. Qu. Stand aside good Pompey Enter Pedant for Iudas and the Boy for Hercules Ped. Great Hercules is presented by this Impe Whose Club kil'd Cerberus that three-headed Canus And when he was a babe a childe a shrimpe Thus did he strangle Serpents in his Manus Quoniam he seemeth in minoritie Ergo I come with this Apologie Keepe some state in thy exit and vanish Exit Boy Ped. Iudas I am Dum. A Iudas Ped. Not Iscariot sir Iudas I am ycliped Machabeus Dum. Iudas Machabeus clipt is plaine Iudas Ber. A kissing traitor How art thou prou'd Iudas Ped. Iudas I am Dum. The more shame for you Iudas Ped. What meane you sir Boi To make Iudas hang himselfe Ped. Begin sir you are my elder Ber. Well follow'd Iudas was hang'd on an Elder Ped. I will not be put out of countenance Ber. Because thou hast no face Ped. What is this Boi A Citterne head Dum. The head of a bodkin Ber. A deaths face in a ring Lon. The face of an old Roman coine scarce seene Boi The pummell of Caesars Faulchion Dum. The caru'd-bone face on a Flaske Ber. S. Georges halfe cheeke in a brooch Dum. I and in a brooch of Lead Ber. I and worne in the cap of a Tooth-drawer And now forward for we haue put thee in countenance Ped. You haue put me out of countenance Ber. False we haue giuen thee faces Ped. But
you assure her Gre. First as you know my house within the City Is richly furnished with plate and gold Basons and ewers to laue her dainty hands My hangings all of tirian tapestry In Iuory cofers I haue stuft my crownes In Cypros chests my arras counterpoints Costly apparell tents and Canopies Fine Linnen Turky cushions bost with pearle Vallens of Venice gold in needle worke Pewter and brasse and all things that belongs To house or house-keeping then at my farme I haue a hundred milch-kine to the pale Sixe-score fat Oxen standing in my stalls And all things answerable to this portion My selfe am strooke in yeeres I must confesse And if I die to morrow this is hers If whil'st I liue she will be onely mine Tra. That only came well in sir list to me I am my fathers heyre and onely sonne If I may haue your daughter to my wife I le leaue her houses three or foure as good Within rich Pisa walls as any one Old Signior Gremio has in Padua Besides two thousand Duckets by the yeere Of fruitfull land all which shall be her ioynter What haue I pincht you Signior Gremio Gre. Two thousand Duckets by the yeere of land My Land amounts not to so much in all That she shall haue besides an Argosie That now is lying in Marcellus roade What haue I choakt you with an Argosie Tra. Gremio 't is knowne my father hath no lesse Then three great Argosies besides two Galliasses And twelue tite Gallies these I will assure her And twice as much what ere thou offrest next Gre. Nay I haue offred all I haue no more And she can haue no more then all I haue If you like me she shall haue me and mine Tra. Why then the maid is mine from all the world By your firme promise Gremio is out-vied Bap. I must confesse your offer is the best And let your father make her the assurance Shee is your owne else you must pardon me If you should die before him where 's her dower Tra. That 's but a cauill he is olde I young Gre. And may not yong men die as well as old Bap. Well gentlemen I am thus resolu'd On sonday next you know My daughter Katherine is to be married Now on the sonday following shall Bianca Be Bride to you if you make this assurance If not to Signior Gremio And so I take my leaue and thanke you both Exit Cre. Adieu good neighbour now I feare thee not Sirra yong gamester your father were a foole To giue thee all and in his wayning age Set foot vnder thy table tut a toy An olde Italian foxe is not so kinde my boy Exit Tra. A vengeance on your crafty withered hide Yet I haue fac'd it with a card of ten 'T is in my head to doe my master good I see no reason but suppos'd Lucentio Must get a father call'd suppos'd Vincentio And that 's a wonder fathers commonly Doe get their children but in this case of woing A childe shall get a sire if I faile not of my cunning Exit Actus Tertia Enter Lucentio Hortentio and Bianca Luc. Fidler forbeare you grow too forward Sir Haue you so soone forgot the entertainment Her sister Katherine welcom'd you withall Hort. But wrangling pedant this is The patronesse of heauenly harmony Then giue me leaue to haue prerogatiue And when in Musicke we haue spent an houre Your Lecture shall haue leisure for as much Luc. Preposterous Asse that neuer read so farre To know the cause why musicke was ordain'd Was it not to refresh the minde of man After his studies or his vsuall paine Then giue me leaue to read Philosophy And while I pause serue in your harmony Hort. Sirra I will not beare these braues of thine Bianc Why gentlemen you doe me double wrong To striue for that which resteth in my choice I am no breeching scholler in the schooles I le not be tied to howres nor pointed times But learne my Lessons as I please my selfe And to cut off all strife heere sit we downe Take you your instrument play you the whiles His Lecture will be done ere you haue tun'd Hort. You 'll leaue his Lecture when I am in tune Luc. That will be neuer tune your instrument Bian. Where left we last Luc. Heere Madam Hic Ibat Simois hic est sigeria tellus hic steterat Priamiregia Celsa senis Bian. Conster them Luc. Hic Ibat as I told you before Simois I am Lucentio hic est sonne vnto Vincentio of Pisa Sigeriatellus disguised thus to get your loue hic steterat and that Lucentio that comes a wooing priami is my man Tranio regia bearing my port celsa senis that we might beguile the old Pantalowne Hort. Madam my Instrument's in tune Bian. Let 's heare oh fie the treble iarres Luc. Spit in the hole man and tune againe Bian. Now let mee see if I can conster it Hic ibat simois I know you not hic est sigeria tellus I trust you not hic staterat priami take heede he heare vs not regia presume not Celsa senis despaire not Hort. Madam t is now in tune Luc. All but the base Hort. The base is right 't is the base knaue that iars Luc. How fiery and forward our Pedant is Now for my life the knaue doth court my loue Pedascule I le watch you better yet In time I may beleeue yet I mistrust Bian. Mistrust it not for sure Aeacides Was Atax cald so from his grandfather Hort. I must beleeue my master else I promise you I should be arguing still vpon that doubt But let it rest now Litio to you Good master take it not vnkindly pray That I haue beene thus pleasant with you both Hort. You may go walk and giue me leaue a while My Lessons make no musicke in three parts Luc. Are you so formall sir well I must waite And watch withall for but I be deceiu'd Our fine Musitian groweth amorous Hor. Madam before you touch the instrument To learne the order of my fingering I must begin with rudiments of Art To teach you gamoth in a briefer sort More pleasant pithy and effectuall Then hath beene taught by any of my trade And there it is in writing fairely drawne Bian. Why I am past my gamouth long agoe Hor. Yet read the gamouth of Hortentio Bian. Gamouth I am the ground of all accord Are to plead Hortensio's passion Beeme Bianca take him for thy Lord Cfavt that loues with all affection D solre one Cliffe two notes haue I Elami show pitty or I die Call you this gamouth tut I like it not Old fashions please me best I am not so nice To charge true rules for old inuentions Enter a Messenger Nicke Mistresse your father prayes you leaue your books And helpe to dresse your sisters chamber vp You know to morrow is the wedding day Bian. Farewell sweet masters both I must be gone Luc. Faith Mistresse then I haue no cause to stay Hor.
straight Weaknesse possesseth me and I am faint Exeunt Scena Quarta Enter Salisbury Pembroke and Bigot Sal. I did not thinke the King so stor'd with friends Pem. Vp once againe put spirit in the French If they miscarry we miscarry too Sal. That misbegotten diuell Falconbridge In spight of spight alone vpholds the day Pem. They say King Iohn sore sick hath left the field Enter Meloon wounded Mel. Lead me to the Reuolts of England heere Sal. When we were happie we had other names Pem. It is the Count Meloone Sal. Wounded to death Mel. Fly Noble English you are bought and sold Vnthred the rude eye of Rebellion And welcome home againe discarded faith Seeke out King Iohn and fall before his feete For if the French be Lords of this loud day He meanes to recompence the paines you take By cutting off your heads Thus hath he sworne And I with him and many moe with mee Vpon the Altar at S. Edmondsbury Euen on that Altar where we swore to you Deere Amity and euerlasting loue Sal. May this be possible May this be true Mel. Haue I not hideous death within my view Retaining but a quantity of life Which bleeds away euen as a forme of waxe Resolueth from his figure ' gainst the fire What in the world should make me now deceiue Since I must loose the vse of all deceite Why should I then be false since it is true That I must dye heere and liue hence by Truth I say againe if Lewis do win the day He is forsworne if ere those eyes of yours Behold another day breake in the East But euen this night whose blacke contagious breath Already smoakes about the burning Crest Of the old feeble and day-wearied Sunne Euen this ill night your breathing shall expire Paying the fine of rated Treachery Euen with a treacherous fine of all your liues If Lewis by your assistance win the day Commend me to one Hubert with your King The loue of him and this respect besides For that my Grandsite was an Englishman Awakes my Conscience to confesse all this In lieu whereof I pray you beare me hence From forth the noise and rumour of the Field Where I may thinke the remnant of my thoughts In peace and part this bodie and my soule With contemplation and deuout desires Sal. We do beleeue thee and beshrew my soule But I do loue the fauour and the forme Of this most faire occasion by the which We will vntread the steps of damned flight And like a bated and retired Flood Leauing our ranknesse and irregular course Stoope lowe within those bounds we haue ore-look'd And calmely run on in obedience Euen to our Ocean to our great King Iohn My arme shall giue thee helpe to beare thee hence For I do see the cruell pangs of death Right in thine eye Away my friends new flight And happie newnesse that intends old right Exeunt Scena Quinta Enter Dolphin and his Traine Dol. The Sun of heauen me thought was loth to set But staid and made the Westerne Welkin blush When English measure backward their owne ground In faint Retire Oh brauely came we off When with a volley of our needlesse shot After such bloody toile we bid good night And woon'd our tott'ring colours clearly vp Last in the field and almost Lords of it Enter a Messenger Mes Where is my Prince the Dolphin Dol. Heere what newes Mes The Count Meloone is slaine The English Lords By his perswasion are againe falne off And your supply which you haue wish'd so long Are cast away and sunke on Goodwin sands Dol. Ah fowle shrew'd newes Beshrew thy very hart I did not thinke to be so sad to night As this hath made me Who was he that said King Iohn did flie an houre or two before The stumbling night did part our wearie powres Mes Who euer spoke it it is true my Lord. Dol. Well keepe good quarter good care to night The day shall not be vp so soone as I To try the faire aduenture of to morrow Exeunt Scena Sexta Enter Bastard and Hubert seuerally Hub. Whose there Speake hoa speake quickely or I shoote Bast A Friend What art thou Hub. Of the part of England Bast Whether doest thou go Hub. What 's that to thee Why may not I demand of thine affaires As well as thou of mine Bast Hubert I thinke Hub. Thou hast a perfect thought I will vpon all hazards well beleeue Thou art my friend that know'st my tongue so well Who art thou Bast Who thou wilt and if thou please Thou maist be-friend me so much as to thinke I come one way of the Plantagenets Hub. Vnkinde remembrance thou endles night Haue done me shame Braue Soldier pardon me That any accent breaking from thy tongue Should scape the true acquaintance of mine eare Bast Come come sans complement What newes abroad Hub. Why heere walke I in the black brow of night To finde you out Bast Brcefe then and what 's the newes Hub. O my sweet sir newes fitting to the night Blacke fearefull comfortlesse and horrible Bast Shew me the very wound of this ill newes I am no woman I le not swound at it Hub. The King I feare is poyson'd by a Monke I left him almost speechlesse and broke out To acquaint you with this euill that you might The better arme you to the sodaine time Then if you had at leisure knowne of this Bast How did he take it Who did taste to him Hub. A Monke I tell you a resolued villaine Whose Bowels sodainly burst out The King Yet speakes and peraduenture may recouer Bast Who didst thou leaue to tend his Maiesty Hub. Why know you not The Lords are all come backe And brought Prince Henry in their companie At whose request the king hath pardon'd them And they are all about his Maiestie Bast With-hold thine indignation mighty heauen And tempt vs not to beare aboue our power I le tell thee Hubert halfe my power this night Passing these Flats are taken by the Tide These Lincolne-Washes haue deuoured them My selfe well mounted hardly haue escap'd Away before Conduct me to the king I doubt he will be dead or ere I come Exeunt Scena Septima Enter Prince Henry Salisburie and Bigot Hen. It is too late the life of all his blood Is touch'd corruptibly and his pure braine Which some suppose the soules fraile dwelling house Doth by the idle Comments that it makes Fore-tell the ending of mortality Enter Pembroke Pem. His Highnesse yet doth speak holds beleefe That being brought into the open ayre It would allay the burning qualitie Of that fell poison which assayleth him Hen. Let him be brought into the Orchard heere Doth he still rage Pem. He is more patient Then when you left him euen now he sung Hen. Oh vanity of sicknesse fierce extreames In their continuance will not feele themselues Death hauing praide vpon the outward parts Leaues them inuisible and his seige is now
Suf. Pine gelidus timor occupat artus it is thee I feare Wal. Thou shalt haue cause to feare before I leaue thee What are ye danted now Now will ye stoope 1. Gent. My gracious Lord intreat him speak him fair Suf. Suffolkes Imperiall tongue is sterne and rough Vs'd to command vntaught to pleade for fauour Farre be it we should honor such as these With humble suite no rather let my head Stoope to the blocke then these knees bow to any Saue to the God of heauen and to my King And sooner dance vpon a bloody pole Then stand vncouer'd to the Vulgar Groome True Nobility is exempt from feare More can I beare then you dare execute Lieu. Hale him away and let him talke no more Come Souldiers shew what cruelty ye can Suf. That this my death may neuer be forgot Great men oft dye by vilde Bezonions A Romane Sworder and Bandetto slaue Murder'd sweet Tully Bruim Bastard hand Stab'd Iulius Caesar Sauage Islanders Pompey the Great and Suffolke dyes by Pyrats Exit Water with Suffolke Lieu. And as for these whose ransome we haue set It is our pleasure one of them depart Therefore come you with vs and let him go Exit Lieutenant and the rest Manet the first Gent. Enter Walter with the body Wal. There let his head and liuelesse bodie lye Vntill the Queene his Mistris bury it Exit Walter 1. Gent. O barbarous and bloudy spectacle His body will I beare vnto the King If he reuenge it not yet will his Friends So will the Queene that liuing held him deere Enter Beuis and Iohn Holland Beuis Come and get thee a sword though made of a Lath they haue bene vp these two dayes Hol. They haue the more neede to sleepe now then Beuis I tell thee Iacke Cade the Cloathier meanes to dresse the Common-wealth and turne it and set a new nap vpon it Hol. So he had need for 't is thred-bare Well I say it was neuer merrie world in England since Gentlemen came vp Beuis O miserable Age Vertue is not regarded in Handy-crafts men Hol. The Nobilitie thinke scorne to goe in Leather Aprons Beuis Nay more the Kings Councell are no good Workemen Hol. True and yet it is said Labour in thy Vocation which is as much to say as let the Magistrates be labouring men and therefore should we be Magistrates Beuis Thou hast hit it for there 's no better signe of a braue minde then a hard hand Hol. I see them I see them There 's Bests Sonne the Tanner of Wingham Beuis Hee shall haue the skinnes of our enemies to make Dogges Leather of Hol. And Dicke the Butcher Beuis Then is sin strucke downe like an Oxe and iniquities throate cut like a Calfe Hol. And Smith the Weauer Beu Argo their thred of life is spun Hol. Come come let 's fall in with them Drumme Enter Cade Dicke Butcher Smith the Weauer and a Sawyer with infinite numbers Cade Wee Iohn Cade so tearm'd of our supposed Father But. Or rather of stealing a Cade of Herrings Cade For our enemies shall faile before vs inspired with the spirit of putting down Kings and Princes Command silence But. Silence Cade My Father was a Mortimer But. He was an honest man and a good Bricklayer Cade My mother a Plantagenet Butch I knew her well she was a Midwife Cade My wife descended of the Lacies But. She was indeed a Pedlers daughter sold many Laces Weauer But now of late not able to trauell with her furr'd Packe she washes buckes here at home Cade Therefore am I of an honorable house But. I by my faith the field is honourable and there was he borne vnder a hedge for his Father had neuer a house but the Cage Cade Valiant I am Weauer A must needs for beggery is valiant Cade I am able to endure much But. No question of that for I haue seene him whipt three Market dayes together Cade I feare neither sword nor fire Wea. He neede not feare the sword for his Coate is of proofe But. But me thinks he should stand in feare of fire being burnt i' th hand for stealing of Sheepe Cade Be braue then for your Captaine is Braue and Vowes Reformation There shall be in England seuen halfe peny Loaues sold for a peny the three hoop'd pot shall haue ten hoopes and I wil make it Fellony to drink small Beere All the Realme shall be in Common and in Cheapside shall my Palfrey go to grasse and when I am King as King I will be All. God saue your Maiesty Cade I thanke you good people There shall bee no mony all shall eate and drinke on my score and I will apparrell them all in one Liuery that they may agree like Brothers and worship me their Lord. But. The first thing we do let 's kill all the Lawyers Cade Nay that I meane to do Is not this a lamentable thing that of the skin of an innocent Lambe should be made Parchment that Parchment being scribeld ore should vndoe a man Some say the Bee stings but I say 't is the Bees waxe for I did but seale once to a thing and I was neuer mine owne man since How now Who 's there Enter a Clearke Weauer The Clearke of Chartam hee can write and reade and cast accompt Cade O monstrous Wea. We tooke him setting of boyes Copies Cade Here 's a Villaine Wea. Ha's a Booke in his pocket with red Letters in 't Cade Nay then he is a Coniurer But. Nay he can make Obligations and write Court hand Cade I am sorry for 't The man is a proper man of mine Honour vnlesse I finde him guilty he shall not die Come hither sirrah I must examine thee What is thy name Clearke Emanuell But. They vse to writ it on the top of Letters 'T will go hard with you Cade Let me alone Dost thou vse to write thy name Or hast thou a marke to thy selfe like a honest plain dealing man Clearke Sir I thanke God I haue bin so well brought vp that I can write my name All. He hath confest away with him he 's a Villaine and a Traitor Cade Away with him I say Hang him with his Pen and Inke-horne about his necke Exit one with the Clearke Enter Michael Mich. Where 's our Generall Cade Heere I am thou particular fellow Mich. Fly fly fly Sir Humfrey Stafford and his brother are hard by with the Kings Forces Cade Stand villaine stand or I le fell thee downe he shall be encountred with a man as good as himselfe He is but a Knight is a Mich. No. Cade To equall him I will make my selfe a knight presently Rise vp Sir Iohn Mortimer Now haue at him Enter Sir Humfrey Stafford and his Brother with Drum and Soldiers Staf. Rebellious Hinds the filth and scum of Kent Mark'd for the Gallowes Lay your Weapons downe Home to your Cottages forsake this Groome The King is mercifull if you reuolt Bro. But angry wrathfull and inclin'd
since I heard to be discomfited Enter Iden with Cades head Iden If one so rude and of so meane condition May passe into the presence of a King Loe I present your Grace a Traitors head The head of Cade whom I in combat slew King The head of Cade Great God how iust art thou Oh let me view his Visage being dead That liuing wrought me such exceeding trouble Tell me my Friend art thou the man that slew him Iden I was an 't like your Maiesty King How art thou call'd And what is thy degree Iden Alexander Iden that 's my name A poore Esquire of Kent that loues his King Buc. So please it you my Lord 't were not amisse He were created Knight for his good seruice King Iden kneele downe rise vp a Knight We giue thee for reward a thousand Markes And will that thou henceforth attend on vs. Iden May Iden liue to merit such a bountie And neuer liue but true vnto his Liege Enter Queene and Somerset K. See Buckingham Somerset comes with th' Queene Go bid her hide him quickly from the Duke Qu. For thousand Yorkes he shall not hide his head But boldly stand and front him to his face Yor. How now is Somerset at libertie Then Yorke vnloose thy long imprisoned thoughts And let thy tongue be equall with thy heart Shall I endure the sight of Somerset False King why hast thou broken faith with me Knowing how hardly I can brooke abuse King did I call thee No thou art not King Not fit to gouerne and rule multitudes Which darst not no nor canst not rule a Traitor That Head of thine doth not become a Crowne Thy Hand is made to graspe a Palmers staffe And not to grace an awefull Princely Scepter That Gold must round engirt these browes of mine Whose Smile and Frowne like to Achilles Speare Is able with the change to kill and cure Heere is a hand to hold a Scepter vp And with the same to acte controlling Lawes Giue place by heauen thou shalt rule no more O're him whom heauen created for thy Ruler Som. O monstrous Traitor I arrest thee Yorke Of Capitall Treason ' gainst the King and Crowne Obey audacious Traitor kneele for Grace York Wold'st haue me kneele First let me ask of thee If they can brooke I bow a knee to man Sirrah call in my sonne to be my bale I know ere they will haue me go to Ward They 'l pawne their swords of my infranchisement Qu. Call hither Clifford bid him come amaine To say if that the Bastard boyes of Yorke Shall be the Surety for their Traitor Father Yorke O blood-bespotted Neopolitan Out-cast of Naples Englands bloody Scourge The sonnes of Yorke thy betters in their birth Shall be their Fathers baile and bane to those That for my Surety will refuse the Boyes Enter Edward and Richard See where they come I le warrant they 'l make it good Enter Clifford Qu. And here comes Clifford to deny their baile Clif. Health and all happinesse to my Lord the King Yor. I thanke thee Clifford Say what newes with thee Nay do not fright vs with an angry looke We are thy Soueraigne Clifford kneele againe For thy mistaking so We pardon thee Clif. This is my King Yorke I do not mistake But thou mistakes me much to thinke I do To Bedlem with him is the man growne mad King I Clifford a Bedlem and ambitious humor Makes him oppose himselfe against his King Clif. He is a Traitor let him to the Tower And chop away that factious pate of his Qu. He is atrested but will not obey His sonnes he sayes shall giue their words for him Yor. Will you not Sonnes Edw. I Noble Father if our words will serue Rich. And if words will not then our Weapons shal Clif. Why what a brood of Traitors haue we heere Yorke Looke in a Glasse and call thy Image so I am thy King and thou a false-heart Traitor Call hither to the stake my two braue Beares That with the very shaking of their Chaines They may astonish these fell-lurking Curres Bid Salsbury and Warwicke come to me Enter the Earles of Warwicke and Salisbury Clif. Are these thy Beares Wee 'l bate thy Bears to death And manacle the Berard in their Chaines If thou dar'st bring them to the bayting place Rich. Oft haue I seene a hot ore-weening Curre Run backe and bite because he was with-held Who being suffer'd with the Beares fell paw Hath clapt his taile betweene his legges and cride And such a peece of seruice will you do If you oppose your selues to match Lord Warwicke Clif. Hence heape of wrath foule indigested lumpe As crooked in thy manners as thy shape Yor. Nay we shall heate you thorowly anon Clif. Take heede leaft by your heate you burne your selues King Why Warwicke hath thy knee forgot to bow Old Salsbury shame to thy siluer haire Thou mad misleader of thy brain-sicke sonne What wilt thou on thy death-bed play the Ruffian And seeke for sorrow with thy Spectacles Oh where is Faith Oh where is Loyalty If it be banisht from the frostie head Where shall it finde a harbour in the earth Wilt thou go digge a graue to finde out Warre And shame thine honourable Age with blood Why art thou old and want'st experience Or wherefore doest abuse it if thou hast it For shame in dutie bend thy knee to me That bowes vnto the graue with mickle age Sal. My Lord I haue considered with my selfe The Title of this most renowned Duke And in my conscience do repute his grace The rightfull heyre to Englands Royall seate King Hast thou not sworne Allegeance vnto me Sal. I haue Ki. Canst thou dispense with heauen for such an oath Sal. It is great sinne to sweare vnto a sinne But greater sinne to keepe a sinfull oath Who can be bound by any solemne Vow To do a murd'rous deede to rob a man To force a spotlesse Virgins Chastitie To reaue the Orphan of his Patrimonie To wring the Widdow from her custom'd right And haue no other reason for this wrong But that he was bound by a solemne Oath Qu. A subtle Traitor needs no Sophister King Call Buckingham and bid him arme himselfe Yorke Call Buckingham and all the friends thou hast I am resolu'd for death and dignitie Old Clif. The first I warrant thee if dreames proue true War You were best to go to bed and dreame againe To keepe thee from the Tempest of the field Old Clif. I am resolu'd to beare a greater storme Then any thou canst coniure vp to day And that I le write vpon thy Burgonet Might I but know thee by thy housed Badge War Now by my Fathers badge old Neuils Crest The rampant Beare chain'd to the ragged staffe This day I le weare aloft my Burgonet As on a Mountaine top the Cedar shewes That keepes his leaues inspight of any storme Euen io affright thee with the view thereof Old Clif. And from thy Burgonet I le
this strong right hand of mine Can plucke the Diadem from faint Henries head And wring the awefull Scepter from his Fist Were he as famous and as bold in Warre As he is fam'd for Mildnesse Peace and Prayer Rich. I know it well Lord Warwick blame me not 'T is loue I beare thy glories make me speake But in this troublous time what 's to be done Shall we go throw away our Coates of Steele And wrap our bodies in blacke mourning Gownes Numb'ring our Aue-Maries with our Beads Or shall we on the Helmets of our Foes Tell our Deuotion with reuengefull Armes If for the last say I and to it Lords War Why therefore Warwick came to seek you out And therefore comes my Brother Mountague Attend me Lords the proud insulting Queene With Clifford and the haught Northumberland And of their Feather many moe proud Birds Haue wrought the easie-melting King like Wax He swore consent to your Succession His Oath enrolled in the Parliament And now to London all the crew are gone To frustrate both his Oath and what beside May make against the house of Lancaster Their power I thinke is thirty thousand strong Now if the helpe of Norfolke and my selfe With all the Friends that thou braue Earle of March Among'st the louing Welshmen can'st procure Will but amount to fiue and twenty thousand Why Via to London will we march And once againe bestride our foaming Steeds And once againe cry Charge vpon our Foes But neuer once againe turne backe and flye Rich. I now me thinks I heare great Warwick speak Ne're may he liue to see a Sun-shine day That cries Retire if Warwicke bid him stay Ed. Lord Warwicke on thy shoulder will I leane And when thou failst as God forbid the houre Must Edward fall which perill heauen forefend War No longer Earle of March but Duke of Yorke The next degree is Englands Royall Throne For King of England shalt thou be proclaim'd In euery Burrough as we passe along And he that throwes not vp his cap for ioy Shall for the Fault make forfeit of his head King Edward valiant Richard Mountague Stay we no longer dreaming of Renowne But sound the Trumpets and about our Taske Rich. Then Clifford were thy heart as hard as Steele As thou hast shewne it flintie by thy deeds I come to pierce it or to giue thee mine Ed. Then strike vp Drums God and S. George for vs. Enter a Messenger War How now what newes Mes The Duke of Norfolke sends you word by me The Queene is comming with a puissant Hoast And craues your company for speedy counsell War Why then it sorts braue Warriors let 's away Exeunt Omnes Flourish Enter the King the Queene Clifford Northumand Yong Prince with Drumme and Trumpettes Qu. Welcome my Lord to this braue town of Yorke Yonder 's the head of that Arch-enemy That sought to be incompast with your Crowne Doth not the obiect cheere your heart my Lord. K. I as the rockes cheare them that feare their wrack To see this sight it irkes my very soule With-hold reuenge deere God 't is not my fault Nor wittingly haue I infring'd my Vow Clif. My gracious Liege this too much lenity And harmfull pitty must be layd aside To whom do Lyons cast their gentle Lookes Not to the Beast that would vsurpe their Den. Whose hand is that the Forrest Beare doth licke Not his that spoyles her yong before her face Who scapes the lurking Serpents mortall sting Not he that sets his foot vpon her backe The smallest Worme will turne being troden on And Doues will pecke in safegard of their Brood Ambitious Yorke did leuell at thy Crowne Thou smiling while he knit his angry browes He but a Duke would haue his Sonne a King And raise his issue like a louing Sire Thou being a King blest with a goodly sonne Did'st yeeld consent to disinherit him Which argued thee a most vnlouing Father Vnreasonable Creatures feed their young And though mans face be fearefull to their eyes Yet in protection of their tender ones Who hath not seene them euen with those wings Which sometime they haue vs'd with fearfull flight Make warre with him that climb'd vnto their nest Offering their owne liues in their yongs defence For shame my Liege make them your President Were it not pitty that this goodly Boy Should loose his Birth-right by his Fathers fault And long heereafter say vnto his childe What my great Grandfather and Grandsire got My carelesse Father fondly gaue away Ah what a shame were this Looke on the Boy And let his manly face which promiseth Successefull Fortune steele thy melting heart To hold thine owne and leaue thine owne with him King Full well hath Clifford plaid the Orator Inferring arguments of mighty force But Clifford tell me did'st thou neuer heare That things ill got had euer bad successe And happy alwayes was it for that Sonne Whose Father for his hoording went to hell I le leaue my Sonne my Vertuous deeds behinde And would my Father had left me no more For all the rest is held at such a Rate As brings a thousand fold more care to keepe Then in possession any iot of pleasure Ah Cosin Yorke would thy best Friends did know How it doth greeue me that thy head is heere Qu. My Lord cheere vp your spirits our foes are nye And this soft courage makes your Followers faint You promist Knighthood to our forward sonne Vnsheath your sword and dub him presently Edward kneele downe King Edward Plantagenet arise a Knight And learne this Lesson Draw thy Sword in right Prin. My gracious Father by your Kingly leaue I le draw it as Apparant to the Crowne And in that quarrell vse it to the death Clif. Why that is spoken like a toward Prince Enter a Messenger Mess Royall Commanders be in readinesse For with a Band of thirty thousand men Comes Warwicke backing of the Duke of Yorke And in the Townes as they do march along Proclaimes him King and many flye to him Darraigne your battell for they are at hand Clif. I would your Highnesse would depart the field The Queene hath best successe when you are absent Qu. I good my Lord and leaue vs to our Fortune King Why that 's my fortune too therefore I le stay North. Be it with resolution then to fight Prin. My Royall Father cheere these Noble Lords And hearten those that fight in your defence Vnsheath your Sword good Father Cry S. George March Enter Edward Warwicke Richard Clarence Norfolke Mountague and Soldiers Edw. Now periur'd Henry wilt thou kneel for grace And set thy Diadem vpon my head Or bide the mortall Fortune of the field Qu. Go rate thy Minions proud insulting Boy Becomes it thee to be thus bold in termes Before thy Soueraigne and thy lawfull King Ed. I am his King and he should bow his knee I was adopted Heire by his consent Cla. Since when his Oath is broke for as I heare You that are
your painted glosse discouers To men that vnderstand you words and weaknesse Crom. My Lord of Winchester y' are a little By your good fauour too sharpe Men so Noble How euer faultly yet should finde respect For what they haue beene 't is a cruelty To load a falling man Gard. Good M. Secretary I cry your Honour mercie you may worst Of all this Table say so Crom. Why my Lord Gard. Doe not I know you for a Fauourer Of this new Sect ye are not sound Crom. Not sound Gard. Not sound I say Crom. Would you were halfe so honest Mens prayers then would seeke you not their feares Gard. I shall remember this bold Language Crom. Doe Remember your bold life too Cham. This is too much Forbeare for shame my Lords Gard. I haue done Crom. And I. Cham. Then thus for you my Lord it stands agreed I take it by all voyces That forthwith You be conuaid to th' Tower a Prisoner There to remaine till the Kings further pleasure Be knowne vnto vs are you all agreed Lords And by that verte no man dare accuse you And by that vertue no man dare accuse you All. We are Cran. Is there no other way of mercy But I must needs to th' Tower my Lords Gard. What other Would you expect You are strangely troublesome Let some o' th' Guard be ready there Enter the Guard Cran. For me Must I goe like a Traytor thither Gard. Receiue him And see him safe i' th' Tower Cran. Stay good my Lords I haue a little yet to say Looke there my Lords By vertue of that Ring I take my cause Out of the gripes of cruell men and giue it To a most Noble Iudge the King my Maister Cham. This is the Kings Ring Sur. 'T is no counterfeit Suff. 'Ts the right Ring by Heau'n I told ye all When we first put this dangerous stone a rowling 'T wold fall vpon our selues Norf. Doe you thinke my Lords The King will suffer but the little finger Of this man to be vex'd Cham. T is now too certaine How much more is his Life in value with him Would I were fairely out on 't Crom. My mind gaue me In seeking tales and Informations Against this man whose honesty the Diuell And his Disciples onely enuy at Ye blew the fire that burnes ye now haue at ye Enter King frowning on them takes his Seate Gard. Dread Soueraigne How much are we bound to Heauen In dayly thankes that gaue vs such a Prince Not onely good and wise but most religious One that in all obedience makes the Church The cheefe ayme of his Honour and to strengthen That holy duty out of deare respect His Royall selfe in Iudgement comes to heare The cause betwixt her and this great offender Kin. You were euer good at sodaine Commendations Bishop of Winchester But know I come not To heare such flattery now and in my presence They are too thin and base to hide offences To me you cannot reach You play the Spaniell And thinke with wagging of your tongue to win me But whatsoere thou tak'st me for I 'm sure Thou hast a cruell Nature and a bloody Good man sit downe Now let me see the proudest Hee that dares most but wag his finger at thee By all that 's holy he had better starue Then but once thinke his place becomes thee not Sur. May it please your Grace Kin. No Sir it doe's not please me I had thought I had had men of some vnderstanding And wisedome of my Councell but I finde none Was it discretion Lords to let this man This good man few of you deserue that Title This honest man wait like a lowsie Foot-boy At Chamber dore and one as great as you are Why what a shame was this Did my Commission Bid ye so farre forget your selues I gaue ye Power as he was a Counsellour to try him Not as a Groome There 's some of ye I see More out of Malice then Integrity Would trye him to the vtmost had ye meane Which ye shall neuer haue while I liue Chan. Thus farre My most dread Soueraigne may it like your Grace To let my tongue excuse all What was purpos'd Concerning his Imprisonment was rather If there be faith in men meant for his Tryall And faire purgation to the world then malice I 'm sure in me Kin. Well well my Lords respect him Take him and vse him well hee 's worthy of it I will say thus much for him if a Prince May be beholding to a Subiect I Am for his loue and seruice so to him Make memo more adoe but all embrace him Be friends for shame my Lords My Lord of Canterbury I haue a Suite which you must not deny mee That is a faire young Maid that yet wants Baptisme You must be Godfather and answere for her Cran. The greatest Monarch now aliue may glory In such an honour how may I deserue it That am a poore and humble Subiect to you Kin. Come come my Lord you 'd spare your spoones You shall haue two noble Partners with you the old Duchesse of Norfolke and Lady Marquesse Dorset will these please you Once more my Lord of Winchester I charge you Embrace and loue this man Gard. With a true heart And Brother loue I doe it Cran. And let Heauen Witnesse how deare I hold this Confirmation Kin. Good Man those ioyfull teares shew thy true hearts The common voyce I see is verified Of thee which sayes thus Doe my Lord of Canterbury A shrewd turne and hee 's your friend for euer Come Lords we trifle time away I long To haue this young one made a Christian As I haue made ye one Lords one remaine So I grow stronger you more Honour gaine Exeunt Scena Tertia Noyse and Tumult within Enter Porter and his man Port. You 'l leaue your noyse anon ye Rascals doe you take the Court for Parish Garden ye rude Slaues leaue your gaping Within Good M. Porter I belong to th' Larder Port. Belong to th' Gallowes and be hang'd ye Rogue Is this a place to roare in Fetch me a dozen Crab-tree staues and strong ones these are but switches to 'em I le scratch your heads you must be seeing Christenings Do you looke for Ale and Cakes heere you rude Raskalls Man Pray Sir be patient 't is as much impossible Vnlesse wee sweepe 'em from the dore with Cannons To scatter 'em as 't is to make 'em sleepe On May-day Morning which will neuer be We may as well push against Powles as stirre ' em Por. How got they in and be hang'd Man Alas I know not how gets the Tide in As much as one sound Cudgell of foure foote You see the poore remainder could distribute I made no spare Sir Port. You did nothing Sir Man I am not Sampson nor Sir Guy nor Colebrand To mow 'em downe before me but if I spar'd any That had a head to hit either young or old He or shee Cuckold or Cuckold-maker
well forth Pray follow Exeunt Citizens steale away Manet Sicin Brutus Sicin Was euer man so proud as is this Martius Bru. He has no equall Sicin When we were chosen Tribunes for the people Bru. Mark'd you his lip and eyes Sicin Nay but his taunts Bru. Being mou'd he will not spare to gird the Gods Sicin Bemocke the modest Moone Bru. The present Warres deuoure him he is growne Too proud to be so valiant Sicin Such a Nature tickled with good successe disdaines the shadow which he treads on at noone but I do wonder his insolence can brooke to be commanded vnder Cominius Bru. Fame at the which he aymes In whom already he 's well grac'd cannot Better be held nor more attain'd then by A place below the first for what miscarries Shall be the Generals fault though he performe To th' vtmost of a man and giddy censure Will then cry out of Martius Oh if he Had borne the businesse Sicin Besides if things go well Opinion that so stickes on Martius shall Of his demerits rob Cominius Bru. Come halfe all Cominius Honors are to Martius Though Martius earn'd them not and all his faults To Martius shall be Honors though indeed In ought he merit not Sicin Let 's hence and heare How the dispatch is made and in what fashion More then his singularity he goes Vpon this present Action Bru. Let 's along Exeunt Enter Tullus Auffidius with Senators of Coriolus 1. Sen. So your opinion is Auffidius That they of Rome are entred in our Counsailes And know how we proceede Auf. Is it not yours What euer haue bin thought one in this State That could be brought to bodily act ere Rome Had circumuention 't is not foure dayes gone Since I heard thence these are the words I thinke I haue the Letter heere yes heere it is They haue prest a Power but it is not knowne Whether for East or West the Dearth is great The people Mutinous And it is â—umour'd Cominius Martius your old Enemy Who is of Rome worse hated then of you And Titus Lartius a most valiant Roman These three leade on this Preparation Whether 't is bent most likely 't is for you Consider of it 1. Sen. Our Armie 's in the Field We neuer yet made doubt but Rome was ready To answer vs. Auf. Nor did you thinke it folly To keepe your great pretences vayl'd till when They needs must shew themselues which in the hatching It seem'd appear'd to Rome By the discouery We shal be shortned in our ayme which was To take in many Townes ere almost Rome Should know we were a-foot 2. Sen. Noble Auffidius Take your Commission hye you to your Bands Let vs alone to guard Corioles If they set downe before's for the remoue Bring vp your Army but I thinke you 'l finde Th' haue not prepar'd for vs. Auf. O doubt not that I speake from Certainties Nay more Some parcels of their Power are forth already And onely hitherward I leaue your Honors If we and Caius Martius chance to meete 'T is sworne betweene vs we shall euer strike Till one can do no more All. The Gods assist you Auf. And keepe your Honors safe 1. Sen. Farewell 2. Sen. Farewell All. Farewell Exeunt omnes Enter Volumnia and Virgilia mother and wife to Martius They set them downe on two lowe stooles and sowe Volum. I pray you daughter sing or expresse your selfe in a more comfortable sort If my Sonne were my Husband I should freelier reioyce in that absence wherein he wonne Honor then in the embracements of his Bed where he would shew most loue When yet hee was but tender-bodied and the onely Sonne of my womb when youth with comelinesse pluck'd all gaze his way when for a day of Kings entreaties a Mother should not sel him an houre from her beholding I considering how Honour would become such a person that it was no better then Picture-like to hang by th' wall if renowne made it not stirre was pleas'd to let him seeke danger where he was like to finde fame To a cruell Warre I sent him from whence he return'd his browes bound with Oake I tell thee Daughter I sprang not more in ioy at first hearing he was a Man-child then now in first seeing he had proued himselfe a man Virg. But had he died in the Businesse Madame how then Volum Then his good report should haue beene my Sonne I therein would haue found issue Heare me professe sincerely had I a dozen sons each in my loue alike and none lesse deere then thine and my good Martius I had rather had eleuen dye Nobly for their Countrey then one voluptuously surfet out of Action Enter a Gentlewoman Gent. Madam the Lady Valeria is come to visit you Virg. Beseech you giue me leaue to retire my selfe Volum Indeed you shall not Me thinkes I heare hither your Husbands Drumme See him plucke Auffidius downe by th' haire As children from a Beare the Volces shunning him Me thinkes I see him stampe thus and call thus Come on you Cowards you were got in feare Though you were borne in Rome his bloody brow With his mail'd hand then wiping forth he goes Like to a Haruest man that task'd to mowe Or all or loose his hyre Virg. His bloody Brow Oh Iupiter no blood Volum. Away you Foole it more becomes a man Then gilt his Trophe The brests of Hecuba When she did suckle Hector look'd not louelier Then Hectors forhead when it spit forth blood At Grecian sword Contenning tell Valeria We are fit to bid her welcome Exit Gent. Vir Heauens blesse my Lord from fell Auffidius Vol Hee 'l beat Auffidius head below his knee And treade vpon his necke Enter Valeria with an Vsher and a Gentlewoman Val. My Ladies both good day to you Vol. Sweet Madam Vir I am glad to see your Ladyship Val. How do you both You are manifest house-keepers What are you sowing heere A fine spotte in good faith How does your little Sonne Vir. I thanke your Lady-ship Well good Madam Vol. He had rather see the swords and heare a Drum then looke vpon his Schoolmaster Val. A my word the Fathers Sonne I le sweare 't is a very pretty boy A my troth I look'd vpon him a Wensday halfe an houre together ha's such a confirm'd countenance I saw him run after a gilded Butterfly when he caught it he let it go againe and after it againe and ouer and ouer he comes and vp againe catcht it again or whether his fall enrag'd him or how 't was hee did so set his teeth and teare it Oh I warrant how he mammockt it Vol. One on 's Fathers moods Val. Indeed la t is a Noble childe Virg. A Cracke Madam Val. Come lay aside your stitchery I must haue you play the idle Huswife with me this afternoone Virg. No good Madam I will not out of doores Val. Not out of doores Volum. She shall she shall Virg. Indeed no by your
it growes Poet. I that 's well knowne But what particular Rarity What strange Which manifold record not matches see Magicke of Bounty all these spirits thy power Hath coniur'd to attend I know the Merchant Pain I know them both th' others a Ieweller Mer. O 't is a worthy Lord. Iew. Nay that 's most fixt Mer. A most incomparable man breath'd as it were To an vntyreable and continuate goodnesse He passes Iew. I haue a Iewell heere Mer. O pray let 's see 't For the Lord Timon sir Iewel If he will touch the estimate But for that Poet. When we for recompence haue prais'd the vild It staines the glory in that happy Verse Which aptly sings the good Mer. 'T is a good forme Iewel And rich heere is a Water looke ye Pain You are rapt sir in some worke some Dedication to the great Lord. Poet. A thing slipt idlely from me Our Poesie is as a Gowne which vses From whence 't is nourisht the fire i' th' Flint Shewes not till it be strooke our gentle flame Prouokes it selfe and like the currant flyes Each bound it chases What haue you there Pain A Picture sir when comes your Booke forth Poet. Vpon the heeles of my presentment sir Let 's see your peece Pain 'T is a good Peece Poet. So 't is this comes off well and excellent Pain Indifferent Poet. Admirable How this grace Speakes his owne standing what a mentall power This eye shootes forth How bigge imagination Moues in this Lip to th' dumbnesse of the gesture One might interpret Pain It is a pretty mocking of the life Heere is a touch Is' t good Poet. I will say of it It Tutors Nature Artificiall strife Liues in these toutches liuelier then life Enter certaine Senators Pain How this Lord is followed Poet. The Senators of Athens happy men Pain Looke moe Po. You see this confluence this great flood of visitors I haue in this rough worke shap'd out a man Whom this beneath world doth embrace and hugge With amplest entertainment My free drift Halts not particularly but moues it selfe In a wide Sea of wax no leuell'd malice Infects one comma in the course I hold But flies an Eagle flight bold and forth on Leauing no Tract behinde Pain How shall I vnderstand you Poet. I will vnboult to you You see how all Conditions how all Mindes As well of glib and slipp'ry Creatures as Of Graue and austere qualitie tender downe Their seruices to Lord Timon his large Fortune Vpon his good and gracious Nature hanging Subdues and properties to his loue and tendance All sorts of hearts yea from the glasse-fac'd Flatterer To Apemantus that few things louesâ— better Then to abhorre himselfe euen hee drops downe The knee before him and returnes in peace Most rich in Timons nod Pain I saw them speake together Poet. Sir I haue vpon a high and pleasant hill Feign'd Fortune to be thron'd The Base o' th' Mount Is rank'd with all deserts all kinde of Natures That labour on the bosome of this Sphere To propagate their states among'st them all Whose eyes are on this Soueraigne Lady fixt One do I personate of Lord Timons frame Whom Fortune with her Iuory hand wafts to her Whose present grace to present slaues and seruants Translates his Riuals Pain 'T is conceyu'd to scope This Throne this Fortune and this Hill me thinkes With one man becken'd from the rest below Bowing his head against the steepy Mount To climbe his happinesse would be well exprest In our Condition Poet. Nay Sir but heare me on All those which were his Fellowes but of late Some better then his valew on the moment Follow his strides his Lobbies fill with tendance Raine Sacrificiall whisperings in his eare Make Sacred euen his styrrop and through him Drinke the free Ayre Pain I marry what of these Poet. When Fortune in her shift and change of mood Spurnes downe her late beloued all his Dependants Which labour'd after him to the Mountaines top Euen on their knees and hand let him sit downe Not one accompanying his declining foot Pain T is common A thousand morall Paintings I can shew That shall demonstrate these quicke blowes of Fortunes More pregnantly then words Yet you do well To shew Lord Timon that meane eyes haue seene The foot aboue the head Trumpets sound Enter Lord Timon addressing himselfe curteously to euery Sutor Tim. Imprison'd is he say you Mes I my good Lord fiue Talents is his debt His meanes most short his Creditors most straite Your Honourable Letter he desires To those haue shut him vp which failing Periods his comfort Tim. Noble Ventidius well I am not of that Feather to shake off My Friend when he must neede me I do know him A Gentleman that well deserues a helpe Which he shall haue I le pay the debt and free him Mes Your Lordship euer bindes him Tim. Commend me to him I will send his ransome And being enfranchized bid him come to me 'T is not enough to helpe the Feeble vp But to support him after Fare you well Mes All happinesse to your Honor. Exit Enter an old Athenian Oldm. Lord Timon heare me speake Tim. Freely good Father Oldm. Thou hast a Seruant nam'd Lucilius Tim. I haue so What of him Oldm. Most Noble Timon call the man before thee Tim. Attends he heere or no Lucillius Luc. Heere at your Lordships seruice Oldm. This Fellow heere L. Timon this thy Creature By night frequents my house I am a man That from my first haue beene inclin'd to thrift And my estate deserues an Heyre more rais'd Then one which holds a Trencher Tim. Well what further Old One onely Daughter haue I no Kin else On whom I may conferre what I haue got The Maid is faire a' th' youngest for a Bride And I haue bred her at my deerest cost In Qualities of the best This man of thine Attempts her loue I prythee Noble Lord Ioyne with me to forbid him her resort My selfe haue spoke in vaine Tim. The man is honest Oldm. Therefore he will be Timon His honesty rewards him in it selfe It must not beare my Daughter Tim. Does she loue him Oldm. She is yong and apt Our owne precedent passions do instruct vs What leuities in youth Tim. Loue you the Maid Luc. I my good Lord and she accepts of it Oldm. If in her Marriage my consent be missing I call the Gods to witnesse I will choose Mine heyre from forth the Beggers of the world And dispossesse her all Tim. How shall she be endowed If she be mated with an equall Husband Oldm. Three Talents on the present in future all Tim. This Gentleman of mine Hath seru'd me long To build his Fortune I will straine a little For 't is a Bond in men Giue him thy Daughter What you bestow in him I le counterpoize And make him weigh with her Oldm. Most Noble Lord Pawne me to this your Honour she is his Tim. My hand to thee Mine Honour on
thy old limping Sire With it beate out his Braines Piety and Feare Religion to the Gods Peace Iustice Truth Domesticke awe Night-rest and Neighbour-hood Instruction Manners Mysteries and Trades Degrees Obseruances Customes and Lawes Decline to your confounding contraries And yet Confusion liue Plagues incident to men Your potent and infectious Feauors heape On Athens ripe for stroke Thou cold Sciatica Cripple our Senators that their limbes may halt As lamely as their Manners Lust and Libertie Creepe in the Mindes and Marrowes of our youth That ' gainst the streame of Vertue they may striue And drowne themselues in Riot Itches Blaines So we all th' Athenian bosomes and their crop Be generall Leprosie Breath infect breath That their Society as their Friendship may Be meerely poyson Nothing I le beare from thee But nakednesse thou detestable Towne Take thou that too with multiplying Bannes Timon will to the Woods where he shall finde Th' vnkindest Beast more kinder then Mankinde The Gods confound heare me you good Gods all Th' Athenians both within and out that Wall And graunt as Timon growes his hate may grow To the whole race of Mankinde high and low Amen Exit Enter Steward with two or three Seruants 1 Heare you M. Steward where 's our Master Are we vndone cast off nothing remaining Stew. Alack my Fellowes what should I say to you Let me be recorded by the righteous Gods I am as poore as you 1 Such a House broke So Noble a Master falne all gone and not One Friend to take his Fortune by the arme And go along with him 2 As we do turne our backes From our Companion throwne into his graue So his Familiars to his buried Fortunes Slinke all away leaue their false vowes with him Like empty purses pickt and his poore selfe A dedicated Beggar to the Ayre With his disease of all shunn'd pouerty Walkes like contempt alone More of our Fellowes Enter other Seruants Stew. All broken Implements of a ruin'd house 3 Yet do our hearts weare Timons Liuery That see I by our Faces we are Fellowes still Seruing alike in sorrow Leak'd is our Barke And we poore Mates stand on the dying Decke Hearing the Surges threat we must all part Into this Sea of Ayre Stew. Good Fellowes all The latest of my wealth I le share among'st you Where euer we shall meete for Timons sake Let 's yet be Fellowes Let 's shake our heads and say As 't were a Knell vnto our Masters Fortunes We haue seene better dayes Let each take some Nay put out all your hands Not one word more Thus part we rich in sorrow parting poore Embrace and part seuerall wayes Oh the fierce wretchednesse that Glory brings vs Who would not wish to be from wealth exempt Since Riches point to Misery and Contempt Who would be so mock'd with Glory or to liue But in a Dreame of Friendship To haue his pompe and all what state compounds But onely painted like his varnisht Friends Poore honest Lord brought lowe by his owne heart Vndone by Goodnesse Strange vnvsuall blood When mans worst sinne is He do's too much Good Who then dares to be halfe so kinde agen For Bounty that makes Gods do still marre Men. My deerest Lord blest to be most accurst Rich onely to be wretched thy great Fortunes Are made thy cheefe Afflictions Alas kinde Lord Hee 's flung in Rage from this ingratefull Seate Of monstrous Friends Nor ha's he with him to supply his life Or that which can command it I le follow and enquire him out I le euer serue his minde with my best will Whilst I haue Gold I le be his Steward still Exit Enter Timon in the woods Tim. O blessed breeding Sun draw from the earth Rotten humidity below thy Sisters Orbe Infect the ayre Twin'd Brothers of one wombe Whose procreation residence and birth Scarse is diuidant touch them with seuerall fortunes The greater scornes the lesser Not Nature To whom all sores lay siege can beare great Fortune But by contempt of Nature Raise me this Begger and deny 't that Lord The Senators shall beare contempt Hereditary The Begger Natiue Honor. It is the Pastour Lards the Brothers sides The want that makes him leaue who dares who dares In puritie of Manhood stand vpright And say this mans a Flatterer If one be So are they all for euerie grize of Fortune Is smooth'd by that below The Learned pate Duckes to the Golden Foole. All 's obliquie There 's nothing leuell in our cursed Natures But direct villanie Therefore be abhorr'd All Feasts Societies and Throngs of men His semblable yea himselfe Timon disdaines Destruction phang mankinde Earth yeeld me Rootes Who seekes for better of thee sawce his pallate With thy most operant Poyson What is heere Gold Yellow glittering precious Gold No Gods I am no idle Votarist Roots you cleere Heauens Thus much of this will make Blacke white fowle faire wrong right Base Noble Old young Coward valiant Ha you Gods why this what this you Gods why this Will lugge your Priests and Seruants from your sides Plucke stout mens pillowes from below their heads This yellow Slaue Will knit and breake Religions blesse th' accurst Make the hoare Leprosie ador'd place Theeues And giue them Title knee and approbation With Senators on the Bench This is it That makes the wappen'd Widdow wed againe Shee whom the Spittle-house and vlcerous sores Would cast the gorge at This Embalmes and Spices To ' th' Aprill day againe Come damn'd Earth Thou common whore of Mankinde that puttes oddes Among the rout of Nations I will make thee Do thy right Nature March afarre off Ha A Drumme Th' art quicke But yet I le bury thee Thou't go strong Theefe When Gowty keepers of thee cannot stand Nay stay thou out for earnest Enter Alcibiades with Drumme and Fife in warlike manner and Phrynia and Timandra Alc. What art thou there speake Tim. A Beast as thou art The Canker gnaw thy hart For shewing me againe the eyes of Man Alc. What is thy name Is man so hatefull to thee That art thy selfe a Man Tim. I am Misantropos and hate Mankinde For thy part I do wish thou wert a dogge That I might loue thee something Alc. I know thee well But in thy Fortunes am vnlearn'd and strange Tim. I know thee too and more then that I know thee I not desire to know Follow thy Drumme With mans blood paint the ground Gules Gules Religious Cannons ciuill Lawes are cruell Then what should warre be This fell whore of thine Hath in her more destruction then thy Sword For all her Cherubin looke Phrin Thy lips rot off Tim. I will not kisse thee then the rot returnes To thine owne lippes againe Alc. How came the Noble Timon to this change Tim. As the Moone do's by wanting light to giue But then renew I could not like the Moone There were no Sunnes to borrow of Alc. Noble Timon what friendship may I do thee Tim. None but to
fiery minde A sauagenes in vnreclaim'd bloud of generall assault Reynol But my good Lord. Polon Wherefore should you doe this Reynol I my Lord I would know that Polon Marry Sir heere 's my drift And I belieue it is a fetch of warrant You laying these slight sulleyes on my Sonne As 't were a thing a little soil'd i' th' working Marke you your party in conuerse him you would sound Hauing euer seene In the prenominate crimes The youth you breath of guilty be assur'd He closes with you in this consequence Good sir or so or friend or Gentleman According to the Phrase and the Addition Of man and Country Reynol Very good my Lord. Polon And then Sir does he this He does what was I about to say I was about to say somthing where did I leaue Reynol At closes in the consequence At friend or so and Gentleman Polon At closes in the consequence I marry He closes with you thus I know the Gentleman I saw him yesterday or tother day Or then or then with such and such and as you say There was he gaming there o're tooke in 's Rouse There falling out at Tennis or perchance I saw him enter such a house of saile Videlicet a Brothell or so forth See you now Your bait of falshood takes this Cape of truth And thus doe we of wisedome and of reach With windlesses and with assaies of Bias By indirections finde directions out So by my former Lecture and aduice Shall you my Sonne you haue me haue you not Reynol My Lord I haue Polon God buy you fare you well Reynol Good my Lord. Polon Obserue his inclination in your selfe Reynol I shall my Lord. Polon And let him plye his Musicke Reynol Well my Lord. Exit Enter Ophelia Polon Farewell How now Ophelia what 's the matter Ophe. Alas my Lord I haue beene so affrighted Polon With what in the name of Heauen Ophe. My Lord as I was sowing in my Chamber Lord Hamlet with his doublet all vnbrac'd No hat vpon his head his stockings foul'd Vngartred and downe giued to his Anckle Pale as his shirt his knees knocking each other And with a looke so pitious in purport As if he had been loosed out of hell To speake of horrors he comes before me Polon Mad for thy Loue Ophe. My Lord I doe not know but truly I do feare it Polon What said he Ophe. He tooke me by the wrist and held me hard Then goes he to the length of all his arme And with his other hand thus o're his brow He fals to such perusall of my face As he would draw it Long staid he so At last a little shaking of mine Arme And thrice his head thus wauing vp and downe He rais'd a sigh so pittious and profound That it did seeme to shatter all his bulke And end his being That done he lets me goe And with his head ouer his shoulders turn'd He seem'd to finde his way without his eyes For out adores he went without their helpe And to the last bended their light on me Polon Goe with me I will goe seeke the King This is the very extasie of Loue Whose violent property foredoes it selfe And leads the will to desperate Vndertakings As oft as any passion vnder Heauen That does afflict our Natures I am sorrie What haue you giuen him any hard words of late Ophe. No my good Lord but as you did command I did repell his Letters and deny'de His accesse to me Pol. That hath made him mad I am sorrie that with better speed and iudgement I had not quoted him I feare he did but trifle And meant to wracke thee but beshrew my iealousie It seemes it is as proper to our Age To cast beyond our selues in our Opinions As it is common for the yonger sort To lacke discretion Come go we to the King This must be knowne w c being kept close might moue More greefe to hide then hate to vtter loue Exeunt Scena Secunda Enter King Queene Rosincrane and Guildensterne Cumalijs King Welcome deere Rosincrance and Guildensterne Moreouer that we much did long to see you The neede we haue to vse you did prouoke Our hastie sending Something haue you heard Of Hamlets transformation so I call it Since not th' exterior nor the inward man Resembles that it was What it should bee More then his Fathers death that thus hath put him So much from th' vnderstanding of himselfe I cannot deeme of I intreat you both That being of so young dayes brought vp with him And since so Neighbour'd to his youth and humour That you vouchsafe your rest heere in our Court Some little time so by your Companies To draw him on to pleasures and to gather So much as from Occasions you may gleane That open'd lies within our remedie Qu. Good Gentlemen he hath much talk'd of you And sure I am two men there are not liuing To whom he more adheres If it will please you To shew vs so much Gentrie and good will As to expend your time with vs a-while For the supply and profit of our Hope Your Visitation shall receiue such thankes As fits a Kings remembrance Rosin Both your Maiesties Might by the Soueraigne power you haue of vs Put your dread pleasures more into Command Then to Entreatie Guil. We both obey And here giue vp our selues in the full bent To lay our Seruices freely at your feete To be commanded King Thankes Rosincrance and gentle Guildensterne Qu. Thankes Guildensterne and gentle Rosincrance And I beseech you instantly to visit My too much changed Sonne Go some of ye And bring the Gentlemen where Hamlet is Guil. Heauens make our presence and our practises Pleasant and helpfull to him Exit Queene Amen Enter Polonius Pol. Th' Ambassadors from Norwey my good Lord Are ioyfully return'd King Thou still hast bin the Father of good Newes Pol. Haue I my Lord Assure you my good Liege I hold my dutie as I hold my Soule Both to my God one to my gracious King And I do thinke or else this braine of mine Hunts not the traile of Policie so sure As I haue vs'd to do that I haue found The very cause of Hamlets Lunacie King Oh speake of that that I do long to heare Pol. Giue first admittance to th' Ambassadors My Newes shall be the Newes to that great Feast King Thy selfe do grace to them and bring them in He tels me my sweet Queene that he hath found The head and sourse of all your Sonnes distemper Qu. I doubt it is no other but the maine His Fathers death and our o're-hasty Marriage Enter Polonius Voltumand and Cornelius King Well we shall sift him Welcome good Frends Say Voltumand what from our Brother Norwey Volt. Most faire returne of Greetings and Desires Vpon our first he sent out to suppresse His Nephewes Leuies which to him appear'd To be a preparation ' gainst the Poleak But better look'd into he truly found It was against your Highnesse
my selfe fopt in it Iago Very well Rodor. I tell you 't is not very well I will make my selfe knowne to Desdemona If she will returne me my Iewels I will giue ouer my Suit and repent my vnlawfull solicitation If not assure your selfe I will seeke satisfaction of you Iago You haue said now Rodo. I and said nothing but what I protest intendment of doing Iago Why now I see there 's mettle in thee and euen from this instant do build on thee a better opinion then euer before giue me thy â—and Rodorigo Thou hast taken against me a most iust exception but yet I protest I haue dealt most directly in thy Affaire Rod. It hath not appeer'd Iago I grant indeed it hath not appeer'd and your suspition is not without wit and iudgement But Rodorigo if thou hast that in thee indeed which I haue greater reason to beleeue now then euer I meane purpose Courage and Valour this night shew it If thou the next night following enioy not Desdemona take me from this world with Treacherie and deuise Engines for my life Rod. Well what is it Is it within reason and compasse Iago Sir there is especiall Commission come from Venice to depute Cassio in Othello's place Rod. Is that true Why then Othello and Desdemona returne againe to Venice Iago Oh no he goes into Mauritania and taketh away with him the faire Desdemona vnlesse his abode be lingred heere by some accident Wherein none can be so determinate as the remouing of Cassio Rod. How do you meane remouing him Iago Why by making him vncapable of Othello's place knocking out his braines Rod. And that you would haue me to do Iago I if you dare do your selfe a profit and a right He sups to night with a Harlotry and thither will I go to him He knowes not yet of his Honourable Fortune if you will watch his going thence which I will fashion to fall out betweene twelue and one you may take him at your pleasure I will be neere to second your Attempt and he shall fall betweene vs. Come stand not amaz'd at it but go along with me I will shew you such a necessitie in his death that you shall thinke your selfe bound to put it on him It is now high supper time and the night growes to wast About it Rod. I will heare further reason for this Iago And you shal be satisfi'd Exeunt Scena Tertia Enter Othello Lodouico Desdemona Aemilia and Atendants Lod. I do beseech you Sir trouble your selfe no further Oth. Oh pardon me 't will do me good to walke Lodoui Madam good night I humbly thanke your Ladyship Des Your Honour is most welcome Oth. Will you walke Sir Oh Desdemona Des My Lord. Othello Get you to bed on th' instant I will be return'd forth with dismisse your Attendant there look't be done Exit Des I will my Lord. Aem. How goes it now He lookes gentler then he did Des He saies he will returne incontinent And hath commanded me to go to bed And bid me to dismisse you Aemi. Dismisse me Des It was his bidding therefore good Aemilia Giue me my nightly wearing and adieu We must not now displease him Aemil. I would you had neuer seene him Des So would not I my loue doth so approue him That euen his stubbornesse his checks his frownes Prythee vn-pin me haue grace and fauour Aemi. I haue laid those Sheetes you bad me on the bed Des All 's one good Father how foolish are our minds If I do die before prythee shrow'd me In one of these same Sheetes Aemil. Come come you talke Des My Mother had a Maid call'd Barbarie She was in loue and he she lou'd prou'd mad And did forsake her She had a Song of Willough An old thing 't was but it express'd her Fortune And she dy'd singing it That Song to night Will not go from my mind I haue much to do But to go hang my head all at one side And sing it like poore Brabarie prythee dispatch Aemi. Shall I go fetch your Night-gowne Des No va-pin me here This Lodouico is a proper man Aemil. A very handsome man Des He speakes well Aemil. I know a Lady in Venice would haue walk'd barefoot to Palestine for a touch of his nether lip Des The poore Soule sat singing by a Sicamour tree Sing all a greene Willough Her hand on her bosome her head on her knee Sing Willough Willough Willough The fresh Streames ran by her and murmur'd her moanes Sing Willough c. Her salt teares fell from her and softned the stones Sing Willough c. Lay by these Willough Willough Prythee high thee he 'le come anon Sing all a greene Willough must be my Garland Let no body blame him his scorne I approue Nay that 's not next Harke who is' t that knocks Aemil. It 's the wind Des I call'd my Loue false Loue but what said he then Sing Willough c. If I court mo women you 'le couch with mo men So get thee gone good night mine eyes do itch Doth that boade weeping Aemil 'T is neyther heere nor there Des I haue heard it said so O these Men these men Do'st thou in conscience thinke tell me Aemilia That there be women do abuse their husbands In such grosse kinde Aemil. There be some such no question Des Would'st thou do such a deed for all the world Aemil. Why would not you Des No by this Heauenly light Aemil. Nor I neither by this Heauenly light I might doo 't as well i' th' darke Des Would'st thou do such a deed for al the world Aemil. The world 's a huge thing It is a great price for a small vice Des Introth I thinke thou would'st not Aemil. Introth I thinke I should and vndoo 't when I had done Marry I would not doe such a thing for a ioynt Ring nor for measures of Lawne nor for Gownes Petticoats nor Caps nor any petty exhibition But for all the whole world why who would not make her husband a Cuckold to make him a Monarch I should venture Purgatory for 't Des Beshrew me if I would do such a wrong For the whole world Aemil. Why the wrong is but a wrong i' th' world and hauing the world for your labour 't is a wrong in your owne world and you might quickly make it right Des I do not thinke there is any such woman Aemil. Yes a dozen and as many to ' th' vantage as would store the world they plaid for But I do thinke it is their Husbands faults If Wiues do fall Say that they slacke their duties And powre our Treasures into forraigne laps Or else breake out in peeuish Iealousies Throwing restraint vpon vs Or say they strike vs Or scant our former hauing in despight Why we haue galles and though we haue some Grace Yet haue we some Reuenge Let Husbands know Their wiues haue sense like them They see and smell And haue their
vpon with meruaile Come I le fill your Graue vp stirre nay come away Bequeath to Death your numnesse for from him Deare Life redeemes you you perceiue she stirres Start not her Actions shall be holy as You heare my Spell is lawfull doe not shun her Vntill you see her dye againe for then You kill her double Nay present your Hand When she was young you woo'd her now in age Is she become the Suitor Leo. Oh she 's warme If this be Magick let it be an Art Lawfull as Eating Pol. She embraces him Cam. She hangs about his necke If she pertaine to life let her speake too Pol. I and make it manifest where she ha's liu'd Or how stolne from the dead Paul That she is liuing Were it but told you should be hooted at Like an old Tale but it appeares she liues Though yet she speake not Marke a little while Please you to interpose faire Madam kneele And pray your Mothers blessing turne good Lady Our Perdita is found Her You Gods looke downe And from your sacred Viols poure your graces Vpon my daughters head Tell me mine owne Where hast thou bin preseru'd Where liu'd How found Thy Fathers Court For thou shalt heare that I Knowing by Paulina that the Oracle Gaue hope thou wast in being haue preseru'd My selfe to see the yssue Paul There 's ttme enough for that Leaft they desire vpon this push to trouble Your ioyes with like Relation Go together You precious winners all your exultation Partake to euery one I an old Turtle Will wing me to some wither'd bough and there My Mate that 's neuer to be found againe Lament till I am lost Leo. O peace Paulina Thou shouldst a husband take by my consent As I by thine a Wife This is a Match And made betweene's by Vowes Thou hast found mine But how is to be question'd for I saw her As I thought dead and haue in vaine said many A prayer vpon her graue I le not seeke faire For him I partly know his minde to finde thee An honourable husband Come Camillo And take her by the hand whose worth and honesty Is richly noted and heere iustified By Vs a paire of Kings Let 's from this place What looke vpon my Brother both your pardons That ere I put betweene your holy lookes My ill suspition This your Son-in-law And Sonne vnto the King whom heauens directing Is troth-plight to your daughter Good Paulina Leade vs from hence where we may leysurely Each one demand and answere to his part Perform'd in this wide gap of Time since first We were disseuer'd Hastily lead away Exeunt The Names of the Actors LEontes King of Sicillia Mamillus yong Prince of Sicillia Camillo Foure Lords of Sicillia Antigonus Foure Lords of Sicillia Cleomines Foure Lords of Sicillia Dion Foure Lords of Sicillia Hermione Queene to Leontes Perdita Daughter to Leontes and Hermione Paulina wife to Antigonus Emilia a Lady Polixenes King of Bohemia Florizell Prince of Bohemia Old Shepheard reputed Father of Perdita Clowne his Sonne Autolicus a Rogue Archidamus a Lord of Bohemia Other Lords and Gentlemen and Seruants Shepheards and Shephearddesses FINIS The life and death of King Iohn Actus Primus Scaena Prima Enter King Iohn Queene Elinor Pembroke Essex and Salisbury with the Chattylion of France King Iohn NOw say Chatillion what would France with vs Chat. Thus after greeting speakes the King of France In my behauiour to the Maiesty The borrowed Maiesty of England heere Elea. A strange beginning borrowed Maiesty K. Iohn Silence good mother heare the Embassie Chat. Philip of France in right and true behalfe Of thy deceased brother Geffreyes sonne Arthur Plantagines laies most lawfull claime To this faire Iland and the Territories To Ireland Poyctiers Aniowe Torayne Maine Desiring thee to lay aside the sword Which swaies vsurpingly these seuerall titles And put the same into yong Arthurs hand Thy Nephew and right royall Soueraigne K. Iohn What followes if we disallow of this Chat. The proud controle of fierce and bloudy warre To inforce these rights so forcibly with-held K. Io. Heere haue we wat for war bloud for bloud Controlement for controlement so answer France Chat. Then take my Kings defiance from my mouth The farthest limit of my Embassie K. Iohn Beare mine to him and so depart in peace Be thou as lightning in the eies of France For ere thou canst report I will be there The thunder of my Cannon shall be heard So hence be thou the trumpet of our wraths And sullen presage of your owne decay An honourable conduct let him haue Pembroke looke too 't farewell Chattillion Exit Chat and Pem Ele. What now my sonne haue I not euer said How that ambitious Constance would not coast Till she had kindled France and all the world Vpon the right and party of her sonne This might haue beene preueâ—ed and made whole With very easie arguments of loue Which now the maâ—nage of two kingdomes must With fearefull bloudy issue arbitrate K. Iohn Out strong possession and our right for vs Eli. Your strong possessioÌ„ much more then your right Or else it must go wrong with you and me So much my conscience whispers in your eare Which none but heauen and you and I shall heare Enter a Sheriffe Essex My Liege here is the strangest controuersie Come from the Country to be iudg'd by you That ere I heard shall I produce the men K. Iohn Let them approach Our Abbies and our Priories shall pay This expeditious charge what men are you Enter Robert Faulconbridge and Philip. Philip. Your faithfull subiect I a gentleman Borne in Northamptonshire and eldest sonne As I suppose to Robert Faulconbridge A Souldier by the Honor-giuing-hand Of Cordelion Knighted in the field K. Iohn What art thou Robert The son and heire to that same Faulconbridge K. Iohn Is that the elder and art thou the heyre You came not of one mother then it seemes Philip. Most certain of one mother mighty King That is well knowne and as I thinke one father But for the certaine knowledge of that truth I put you o're to heauen and to my mother Of that I doubt as all mens children may Eli. Out on thee rude man y u dost shame thy mother And wound her honor with this diffidence Phil. I Madame No I haue no reason for it That is my brothers plea and none of mine The which if he can proue a pops me out At least from faire fiue hundred pound a yeere Heauen guard my mothers honor and my Land K. Iohn A good blunt fellow why being yonger born Doth he lay claime to thine inheritance Phil. I know not why except to get the land But once he slanderd me with bastardy But where I be as true begot or no That still I lay vpon my mothers head But that I am as well begot my Liege Faire fall the bones that tooke the paines for me Compare our faces and be Iudge your selfe If old Sir Robert
did beget vs both And were our father and this sonne like him O old sir Robert Father on my knee I giue heauen thankes I was not like to thee K. Iohn Why what a mad-cap hath heauen lent vs here Elen. He hath a tricke of Cordelions face The accent of his tongue affecteth him Doe you not read some tokens of my sonne In the large composition of this man K. Iohn Mine eye hath well examined his parts And findes them perfect Richard sirra speake What doth moue you to claime your brotherâ— lâ—d Philip. Because he hath a half 〈◊〉 like my 〈◊〉 With halfe that face would he haue all my â—and A halfe-fac'd groaâ— fiue hundred pound a yeere Rob. My gracious Liege when that my father liu'd Your brother did imploy my father much Phil. Well sir by this you cannot get my land Your tale must be how he employ'd my mother Rob. And once dispatch'd him in an Embassie To Germany there with the Emperor To treat of high affaires touching that time Th' aduantage of his absence tooke the King And in the meane time soiourn'd at my fathers Where how he did preuaile I shame to speake But truth is truth large lengths of seas and shores Betweene my father and my mother lay As I haue heard my father speake himselfe When this same lusty gentleman was got Vpon his death-bed he by will bequeath'd His lands to me and tooke it on his death That this my mothers sonne was none of his And if he were he came into the world Full fourteene weekes before the course of time Then good my Liedge let me haue what is mine My fathers land as was my fathers will K. Iohn Sirra your brother is Legittimate Your fathers wife did after wedlocke beare him And if she did play false the fault was hers Which fault lyes on the hazards of all husbands That marry wiues tell me how if my brother Who as you say tooke paines to get this sonne Had of your father claim'd this sonne for his Insooth good friend your father might haue kept This Calfe bred from his Cow from all the world Insooth he might then if he were my brothers My brother might not claime him nor your father Being none of his refuse him this concludes My mothers sonne did get your fathers heyre Your fathers heyre must haue your fathers land Rob. Shal then my fathers Will be of no force To dispossesse that childe which is not his Phil. Of no more force to dispossesse me sir Then was his will to get me as I think Eli. Whether hadst thou rather be a Faulconbridge And like thy brother to enioy thy land Or the reputed sonne of Cordelion Lord of thy presence and no land beside Bast Madam and if my brother had my shape And I had his sir Roberts his like him And if my legs were two such riding rods My armes such eele skins stuft my face so thin That in mine eare I duâ—st not sticke a rose Lest men should say looke where three farthings goes And to his shape were heyre to all this land Would I might neuer stirre from off this place I would giue it euery foot to haue this face It would not be sir nobbe in any case Elinor I like thee well wilt thou forsake thy fortune Bequeath thy land to him and follow me I am a Souldier and now bound to France Bast Brother take you my land I le take my chance Your face hath got fiue hundred pound a yâ—ere Yet sell your face for fiue pence and 't is deere Madam I le follow you vnto the death Elinor Nay I would haue you go before me thither Bast Our Country manners giue our betters way K. Iohn What iâ— thy name Bast Philip â—y Liege so is my name begun Philip good old Sir Roberts wiues eldest sonne K. Iohn From henceforth beare his name Whose for me thou bearest Kneele thou downe Philip but rise more great Arise Sir Richard and Plantagenet Bast Brother by th' mothers side giue me your hand My father gaue me honor yours gaue land Now blessed be the houre by night or day When I was got Sir Robert was away Ele. The very spirit of Plantaginet I am thy grandame Richard call me so Bast Madam by chance but not by truth what tho Something about a little from the right In at the window or else ore the hatch Who dares not stirre by day must walke by night And haue is haue how euer men doe catch Neere or farre off well wonne is still well shot And I am I how ere I was begot K. Iohn Goe Faulconbridge now hast thou thy desire A landlesse Knight makes thee a landed Squire Come Madam and come Richard we must speed For France for France for it is more then need Bast Brother adieu good fortune come to thee For thou wast got i' th way of honesty Exeunt all but bastard Bast A foot of Honor better then I was But many a many foot of Land the worse Well now can I make any Ioane a Lady Good den Sir Richard God a mercy fellow And if his name be George I le call him Peter For new made honor doth forget mens names 'T is two respectiue and too sociable For your conuersion now your traueller Hee and his tooth-picke at my worships messe And when my knightly stomacke is suffis'd Why then I sucke my teeth and catechize My picked man of Countries my deare sir Thus leaning on mine elbow I begin I shall beseech you that is question now And then comes answer like an Absey booke O sir sayes answer at your best command At your employment at your seruice sir No sir saies question I sweet sir at yours And so ere answer knowes what question would Sauing in Dialogue of Complement And talking of the Alpes and Appenines The Perennean and the riuer Poe It drawes toward fupper in conclusion so But this is worshipfull society And fits the mounting spirit like my selfe For he is but a bastard to the time That doth not smoake of obseruation And so am I whether I smacke or no And not alone in habit and deuice Exterior forme outward accoutrement But from the inward motion to deliuer Sweet sweet sweet poyson for the ages tooth Which though I will not practice to deceiue Yet to auoid deceit I meane to learne For it shall strew the footsteps of my rising But who comes in such haste in riding robes What woman post is this hath she no husband That will take paines to blow a horne before her O me 't is my mother how now good Lady What brings you heere to Court so hastily Enter Lady Faulconbridge and Iames Gurney Lady Where is that slaue thy brother where is he That holds in chase mine honour vp and downe Bast My brother Robert old Sir Roberts sonne Colbrand the Gyant that same mighty man Is it Sir Roberts sonne that you seeke so Lady Sir Roberts sonne I thou vnreuerend boy Sir Roberts sonne why scorn'st
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
to her beleeue not the Word of the Noble therefore let mee haue right and let desert mount Iohn Thine's too heauie to mount Falst Let it thine then Iohn Thine's too thick to shine Falst Let it doe something my good Lord that may doe me good and call it what you will Iohn Is thy Name Colleuile Col. It is my Lord. Iohn A famous Rebell art thou Colleuile Falst And a famous true Subiect tooke him Col. I am my Lord but as my Betters are That led me hither had they beene rul'd by me You should haue wonne them dearer then you haue Falst I know not how they sold themselues but thou like a kinde fellow gau'st thy selfe away and I thanke thee for thee Enter Westmerland Iohn Haue you left pursuit West Retreat is made and Execution stay'd Iohn Send Colleuile with his Confederates To Yorke to present Execution Blunt leade him hence and see you guard him sure Exit with Colleuile And now dispatch we toward the Court my Lords I heare the King my Father is sore sicke Our Newes shall goe before vs to his Maiestie Which Cousin you shall beare to comfort him And wee with sober speede will follow you Falst My Lord I beseech you giue me leaue to goe through Gloucestershire and when you come to Court stand my good Lord 'pray in your good report Iohn Fare you well Falstaffe I in my condition Shall better speake of you then you deserue Exit Falst I would you had but the wit 't were better then your Dukedome Good faith this same young sober-blooded Boy doth noâ— loue me nor a man cannot make him laugh but that 's no maruaile hee drinkes no Wine There 's neuer any of these demure Boyes come to any proofe for thinne Drinke doth so ouer-coole their blood and making many Fish-Meales that they fall into a kinde of Male Greene-sicknesse and then when they marry they get Wenches They are generally Fooles and Cowards which some of vs should be too but for inflamation A good Sherris-Sack hath a two-fold operation in it it ascends me into the Braine dryes me there all the foolish and dull and cruddie Vapours which enuiron it makes it apprehensiue quicke forgetiue full of nimble fierie and delectable shapes which deliuer'd o're to the Voyce the Tongue which is the Birth becomes excellent Wit The second propertie of your excellent Sherris is the warming of the Blood which before cold and setled left the Liuer white and pale which is the Badge of Pusillanimitie and Cowardize but the Sherris warmes it and makes it course from the inwards to the parts extremes it illuminateth the Face which as a Beacon giues warning to all the rest of this little Kingdome Man to Arme and then the Vitall Commoners and in-land pettie Spirits muster me all to their Captaine the Heart who great and pufft vp with his Retinue doth any Deed of Courage and this Valour comes of Sherris So that skill in the Weapon is nothing without Sack for that sets it a-worke and Learning a meere Hoord of Gold kept by a Deuill till Sack commences it and sets it in act and vse Hereof comes it that Prince Harry is valiant for the cold blood hee did naturally inherite of his Father hee hath like leane stirrill and bare Land manured husbanded and tyll'd with excellent endeauour of drinking good and good store of fertile Sherris that hee is become very hot and valiant If I had a thousand Sonnes the first Principle I would teach them should be to forsweare thinne Potations and to addict themselues to Sack Enter Bardolph How now Bardolph Bard. The Armie is discharged all and gone Falst Let them goe I le through Gloucestershire and there will I visit Master Robert Shallow Esquire I haue him alreadie tempering betweene my finger and my thombe and shortly will I seale with him Come away Exeunt Scena Secunda Enter King Warwicke Clarence Gloucester King Now Lords if Heauen doth giue successefull end To this Debate that bleedeth at our doores Wee will out Youth lead on to higher Fields And draw no Swords but what are sanctify'd Our Nauie is addressed our Power collected Our Substitutes in absence well inuested And euery thing lyes leuell to our wish Onely wee want a little personall Strength And pawse vs till these Rebels now a-foot Come vnderneath the yoake of Gouernment War Both which we doubt not but your Maiestie Shall soone enioy King Humphrey my Sonne of Gloucester where is the Prince your Brother Glo. I thinke hee 's gone to hunt my Lord at Windsor King And how accompanied Glo. I doe not know my Lord. King Is not his Brother Thomas of Clarence with him Glo. No my good Lord hee is in presence heere Clar. What would my Lord and Father King Nothing but well to thee Thomas of Clarence How chance thou art not with the Prince thy Brother Hee loues thee and thou do'st neglect him Thomas Thou hast a better place in his Affection Then all thy Brothers cherish it my Boy And Noble Offices thou may'st effect Of Mediation after I am dead Betweene his Greatnesse and thy other Brethren Therefore omit him not blunt not his Loue Nor loose the good aduantage of his Grace By seeming cold or carelesse of his will For hee is gracious if hee be obseru'd Hee hath a Teare for Pitie and a Hand Open as Day for melting Charitie Yet notwithstanding being incens'd hee 's Flint As humorous as Winter and as sudden As Flawes congealed in the Spring of day His temper therefore must be well obseru'd Chide him for faults and doe it reuerently When you perceiue his blood enclin'd to mirth But being moodie giue him Line and scope Till that his passions like a Whale on ground Confound themselues with working Learne this Thomas And thou shalt proue a shelter to thy friends A Hoope of Gold to binde thy Brothers in That the vnited Vessell of their Blood Mingled with Venome of Suggestion As force perforce the Age will powre it in Shall neuer leake though it doe worke as strong As Aconitum or rash Gun-powder Clar. I shall obserue him with all care and loue King Why art thou not at Windsor with him Thomas Clar. Hee is not there to day hee dines in London King And how accompanyed Canst thou tell that Clar. With Pointz and other his continuall followers King Most subiect is the fattest Soyle to Weedes And hee the Noble Image of my Youth Is ouer-spread with them therefore my griefe Stretches it selfe beyond the howre of death The blood weepes from my heart when I doe shape In formes imaginarie th' vnguided Dayes And rotten Times that you shall looke vpon When I am sleeping with my Ancestors For when his head-strong Riot hath no Curbe When Rage and hot-Blood are his Counsailors When Meanes and lauish Manners meete together Oh with what Wings shall his Affections flye Towards fronting Perill and oppos'd Decay War My gracious Lord you looke beyond him quite The Prince but