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
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
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
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
vnder Globe That by thy comfortable Beames I may Peruse this Letter Nothing almost sees miracles But miserie I know 't is from Cordelia Who hath most fortunately beene inform'd Of my obscured course And shall finde time From this enormous State seeking to giue Losses their remedies All weary and o're-watch'd Take vantage heauie eyes not to behold This shamefull lodging Fortune goodnight Smile once more turne thy wheele Enter Edgar Edg. I heard my selfe proclaim'd And by the happy hollow of a Tree Escap'd the hunt No Port is free no place That guard and most vnusall vigilance Do's not attend my taking Whiles I may scape I will preserue myselfe and am bethought To take the basest and most poorest shape That euer penury in contempt of man Brought neere to beast my face I le grime with filth Blanket my loines else all my haires in knots And with presented nakednesse out-face The Windes and persecutions of the skie The Country giues me proofe and president Of Bedlam beggers who with roaring voices Strike in their num'd and mortified Armes Pins Wodden-prickes Nayles Sprigs of Rosemarie And with this horrible obiect from low Farmes Poore pelting Villages Sheeps-Coates and Milles Sometimes with Lunaticke bans sometime with Praiers Inforce their charitie poore Turlygod poore Tom That 's something yet Edgar I nothing am Exit Enter Lear Foole and Gentleman Lea. 'T is strange that they should so depart from home And not send backe my Messengers Gent. As I learn'd The night before there was no purpose in them Of this remoue Kent Haile to thee Noble Master Lear. Ha Mak'st thou this shame ahy pastime Kent No my Lord. Foole. Hah ha he weares Cruell Garters Horses are tide by the heads Dogges and Beares by ' th' necke Monkies by ' th' loynes and Men by ' th' legs when a man ouerlustie at legs then he weares wodden nether-stocks Lear. What 's he That hath so much thy place mistooke To set thee heere Kent It is both he and she Your Son and Daughter Lear. No. Kent Yes Lear. No I say Kent I say yea Lear. By Iupiter I sweare no. Kent By Iuno I sweare I. Lear. They durst not do 't They could not would not do 't 't is worse then murther To do vpon respect such violent outrage Resolue me with all modest haste which way Thou might'st deserue or they impose this vsage Comming from vs. Kent My Lord when at their home I did commend your Highnesse Letters to them Ere I was risen from the place that shewed My dutie kneeling came there a reeking Poste Stew'd in his haste halfe breathlesse painting forth From Gonerill his Mistris salutations Deliuer'd Letters spight of intermission Which presently they read on those contents They summon'd vp their meiney straight tooke Horse Commanded me to follow and attend The leisure of their answer gaue me cold lookes And meeting heere the other Messenger Whose welcome I perceiu'd had poison'd mine Being the very fellow which of late Displaid so sawcily against your Highnesse Hauing more man then wit about me drew He rais'd the house with loud and coward cries Your Sonne and Daughter found this trespasse worth The shame which heere it suffers Foole. Winters not gon yet if the wil'd Geese fly that way Fathers that weare rags do make their Children blind But Fathers that beare bags shall see their children kind Fortune that arrant whore nere turns the key to th' poore But for all this thou shalt haue as many Dolors for thy Daughters as thou canst tell in a yeare Lear. Oh how this Mother swels vp toward my heart Historica passio downe thou climing sorrow Thy Elements below where is this Daughter Kent Wirh the Earle Sir here within Lear. Follow me not stay here Exit Gen. Made you no more offence But what you speake of Kent None How chance the the King comes with so small a number Foole. And thou hadst beene set i' th' Stockes for that question thou d'st well deseru'd it Kent Why Foole Foole. Wee 'l set thee to schoole to an Ant to teach thee ther 's no labouring i' th' winter All that follow their noses are led by their eyes but blinde men and there 's not a nose among twenty but can smell him that 's stinking let go thy hold when a great wheele runs downe a hill least it breake thy necke with following But the great one that goes vpward let him draw thee after when a wiseman giues thee better counsell giue me mine againe I would hause none but knaues follow it since a Foole giues it That Sir which serues and seekes for gaine And followes but for forme Will packe when it begins to raine And leaue thee in the storme But I will tarry the Foole will stay And let the wiseman flie The knaue turnes Foole that runnes away The Foole no knaue perdie Enter Lear and Gloster Kent Where learn'd you this Foole Foole. Not i' th' Stocks Foole. Lear. Deny to speake with me They are sicke they are weary They haue trauail'd all the night meere fetches The images of reuolt and flying off Fetch me a better answer Glo. My deere Lord You know the fiery quality of the Duke How vnremoueable and fixt he is In his owne course Lear. Vengeance Plague Death Confusion Fiery What quality Why Gloster Gloster I 'ld speake with the Duke of Cornewall and his wife Glo. Well my good Lord I haue inform'd them so Lear. Inform'd them Do'st thou vnderstand me man Glo. I my good Lord. Lear. The King would speake with Cornwall The deere Father Would with his Daughter speake commands tends seruice Are they inform'd of this My breath and blood Fiery The fiery Duke tell the hot Duke that No but not yet may be he is not well Infirmity doth still neglect all office Whereto our health is bound we are not our selues When Nature being opprest commands the mind To suffer with the body I le forbeare And am fallen out with my more headier will To take the indispos'd and sickly fit For the sound man Death on my state wherefore Should he sit heere This act perswades me That this emotion of the Duke and her Is practise only Giue me my Seruant forth Goe tell the Duke and 's wife I l'd speake with them Now presently bid them come forth and heare me Or at their Chamber doore I le beate the Drum Till it crie sleepe to death Glo. I would haue all well betwixt you Exit Lear. Oh me my heart My rising heart But downe Foole. Cry to it Nunckle as the Cockney did to the Ecles when she put 'em i' th' Paste aliue she knapt 'em o' th' coxcombs with a sticke and cryed downe wantons downe 't was her Brother that in pure kindnesse to his Horse buttered his Hay Enter Cornewall Regan Gloster Seruants Lear. Good morrow to you both Corn. Haile to your Grace Kent here set at liberty Reg I am glad to see your Highnesse Lear. Regan I thinke your are I know what
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