Commons Haue of their Puissance made a little taste Lady If they get ground and vantage of the King Then ioyne you with them like a Ribbe of Steele To make Strength stronger But for all our loues First let them trye themselues So did your Sonne He was so suffer'd so came I a Widow And neuer shall haue length of Life enough To raine vpon Remembrance with mine Eyes That it may grow and sprowt as high as Heauen For Recordation to my Noble Husband North. Come come go in with me 't is with my Minde As with the Tyde swell'd vp vnto his height That makes a still-stand running neyther way Faine would I goe to meet the Arch-bishop But many thousand Reasons hold me backe I will resolue for Scotland there am I Till Time and Vantage craue my company Exeunt Scaena Quarta Enter two Drawers 1. Drawer What hast thou brought there Apple-Iohns Thou know'st Sir Iohn cannot endure an apple-Apple-Iohn 2. Draw Thou say'st true the Prince once set a Dish of Apple-Iohns before him and told him there were fiue more Sir Iohns and putting off his Hat said I will now take my leaue of these sixe drie round old-wither'd Knights It anger'd him to the heart but hee hath forgot that 1. Draw Why then couer and set them downe and see if thou canst finde out Sneakes Noyse Mistris Teare-sheet would faine haue some Musique 2. Draw Sirrha heere will be the Prince and Master Points anon and they will put on two of our Ierkins and Aprons and Sir Iohn must not know of it Bardolph hath brought word 1. Draw Then here will be old Vtis it will be an excellent stratagem 2. Draw I le see if I can finde out Sneake Exit Enter Hostesse and Dol. Host Sweet-heart me thinkes now you are in an excellent good temperalitie your Pulsidge beates as extraordinarily as heart would desire and your Colour I warrant you is as red as any Rose But you haue drunke too much Canaries and that 's a maruellous searching Wine and it perfumes the blood ere wee can say what 's this How doe you now Dol. Better then I was Hem. Host Why that was well said A good heart's worth Gold Looke here comes Sir Iohn Enter Falstaffe Falst When Arthur first in Court emptie the Iordan and was a worthy King How now Mistris Dol Host. Sick of a Calme yea good-sooth Falst. So is all her Sect if they be once in a Calme they are sick Dol. You muddie Rascall is that all the comfort you giue me Falst You make fat Rascalls Mistris Dol. Dol. I make them Gluttonie and Diseases make them I make them not Falst If the Cooke make the Gluttonie you helpe to make the Diseases Dol we catch of you Dol we catch of you Grant that my poore Vertue grant that Dol. I marry our Chaynes and our Iewels Falst Your Brooches Pearles and Owches For to serue brauely is to come halting off you know to come off the Breach with his Pike bent brauely and to Surgerie brauely to venture vpon the charg'd-Chambers brauely Host Why this is the olde fashion you two neuer meete but you fall to some discord you are both in good troth as Rheumatike as two drie Tostes you cannot one beare with anothers Confirmities What the good-yere One must beare and that must bee you you are the weaker Vessell as they say the emptier Vessell Dol. Can a weake emptie Vessell beare such a huge full Hogs-head There 's a whole Marchants Venture of Burdeux-Stuffe in him you haue not seene a Hulke better stufft in the Hold. Come I le be friends with thee Iacke Thou art going to the Warres and whether I shall euer see thee againe or no there is no body cares Enter Drawer Drawer Sir Ancient Pistoll is below and would speake with you Dol. Hang him swaggering Rascall let him not come hither it is the foule-mouth'dst Rogue in England Host If hee swagger let him not come here I must liue amongst my Neighbors I le no Swaggerers I am in good name and fame with the very best shut the doore there comes no Swaggerers heere I haue not liu'd all this while to haue swaggering now shut the doore I pray you Falst. Do'st thou heare Hostesse Host 'Pray you pacifie your selfe Sir Iohn there comes no Swaggerers heere Falst. Do'st thou heare it is mine Ancient Host. Tilly-fally Sir Iohn neuer tell me your ancient Swaggerer comes not in my doores I was before Master Tisick the Deputie the other day and as hee said to me it was no longer agoe then Wednesday last Neighbour Quickly sayes hee Master Dombe our Minister was by then Neighbour Quickly sayes hee receiue those that are Ciuill for sayth hee you are in an ill Name now hee said so I can tell whereupon for sayes hee you are an honest Woman and well thought on therefore take heede what Guests you receiue Receiue sayes hee no swaggering Companions There comes none heere You would blesse you to heare what hee said No I le no Swaggerers Falst Hee 's no Swaggerer Hostesse a tame Cheater hee you may stroake him as gently as a Puppie Greyhound hee will not swagger with a Barbarie Henne if her feathers turne backe in any shew of resistance Call him vp Drawer Host Cheater call you him I will barre no honest man my house nor no Cheater but I doe not loue swaggering I am the worse when one sayes swagger Feele Masters how I shake looke you I warrant you Dol. So you doe Hostesse Host Doe I yea in very truth doe I if it were an Aspen Leafe I cannot abide Swaggerers Enter Pistol and Bardolph and his Boy Pist ' Saue you Sir Iohn Falst Welcome Ancient Pistol Here Pistol I charge you with a Cup of Sacke doe you discharge vpon mine Hostesse Pist I will discharge vpon her Sir Iohn with two Bullets Falst She is Pistoll-proofe Sir you shall hardly offend her Host Come I le drinke no Proofes nor no Bullets I will drinke no more then will doe me good for no mans pleasure I. Pist Then to you Mistris Dorothie I will charge you Dol. Charge me I scorne you scuruie Companion what you poore base rascally cheating lacke-Linnen-Mate away you mouldie Rogue away I am meat for your Master Pist I know you Mistris Dorothie Dol. Away you Cut-purse Rascall you filthy Bung away By this Wine I le thrust my Knife in your mouldie Chappes if you play the sawcie Cuttle with me Away you Bottle-Ale Rascall you Basket-hilt stale Iugler you Since when I pray you Sir what with two Points on your shoulder much Pist I will murther your Ruffe for this Host No good Captaine Pistol not heere sweete Captaine Dol. Captaine thou abhominable damn'd Cheater art thou not asham'd to be call'd Captaine If Captaines were of my minde they would trunchion you out for taking their Names vpon you before you haue earn'd them You a Captaine you slaue for what for tearing a poore Whores Ruffe in a Bawdy-house Hee a
sleepe and they may haue their throats about them at that time and some say kniues haue edges It must be as it may though patience be a tyred name yet shee will plodde there must be Conclusions well I cannot tell Enter Pistoll Quickly Bar. Heere comes Ancient Pistoll and his wife good Corporall be patient heere How now mine Hoaste Pistoll Pist Base Tyke cal'st thou mee Hoste now by this hand I sweare I scorne the terme nor shall my Nel keep Lodgers Host No by my troth not long For we cannot lodge and board a dozen or fourteene Gentlewomen that liue honestly by the pricke of their Needles but it will bee thought we keepe a Bawdy-house straight O welliday Lady if he be not hewne now we shall see wilful adultery and murther committed Bar. Good Lieutenant good Corporal offer nothing heere Nym. Pish Pist Pish for thee Island dogge thou prickeard cur of Island Host Good Corporall Nym shew thy valor and put vp your sword Nym. Will you shogge off I would haue you solus Pist Solus egregious dog O Viper vile The solus in thy most meruailous face the solus in thy teeth and in thy throate and in thy hatefull Lungs yea in thy Maw perdy and which is worse within thy nastie mouth I do retort the solus in thy bowels for I can take and Pistols cocke is vp and flashing fire will follow Nym. I am not Barbason you cannot coniure mee I haue an humor to knocke you indifferently well If you grow fowle with me Pistoll I will scoure you with my Rapier as I may in fayre tearmes If you would walke off I would pricke your guts a little in good tearmes as I may and that 's the humor of it Pist O Braggard vile and damned furious wight The Graue doth gape and doting death is neere Therefore exhale Bar. Heare me heare me what I say Hee that strikes the first stroake I le run him vp to the hilts as I am a soldier Pist An oath of mickle might and fury shall abate Giue me thy fist thy fore-foote to me giue Thy spirites are most tall Nym. I will cut thy throate one time or other in faire termes that is the humor of it Pistoll Couple a gorge that is the word I defie thee againe O hound of Creet think'st thou my spouse to get No to the spittle goe and from the Poudring tub of infamy fetch forth the Lazar Kite of Cressids kinde Doll Teare-sheete she by name and her espouse I haue and I will hold the Quondam Quickely for the onely shee and Pauca there 's enough to go to Enter the Boy Boy Mine Hoast Pistoll you must come to my Mayster and your Hostesse He is very sicke would to bed Good Bardolfe put thy face betweene his sheets and do the Office of a Warming-pan Faith he 's very ill Bard. Away you Rogue Host By my troth he 'l yeeld the Crow a pudding one of these dayes the King has kild his heart Good Husband come home presently Exit Bar. Come shall I make you two friends Wee must to France together why the diuel should we keep kniues to cut one anothers throats Pist Let stoods ore-swell and fiends for food howle on Nym. You 'l pay me the eight shillings I won of you at Betting Pist Base is the Slaue that payes Nym. That now I wil haue that 's the humor of it Pist As manhood shal compound push home Draw Bard. By this sword hee that makes the first thrust I le kill him By this sword I wil. Pi. Sword is an Oath Oaths must haue their course Bar. Coporall Nym thou wilt be friends be frends and thou wilt not why then be enemies with me to prethee put vp Pist A Noble shalt thou haue and present pay and Liquor likewise will I giue to thee and friendshippe shall combyne and brotherhood I le liue by Nymme Nymme shall liue by me is not this iust For I shal Surler be vnto the Campe and profits will accrue Giue mee thy hand Nym I shall haue my Noble Pist In cash most iustly payd Nym. Well then that the humor of 't Enter Hostesse Host As euer you come of women come in quickly to sir Iohn A poore heart hee is so shak'd of a burning quotidian Tertian that it is most lamentable to behold Sweet men come to him Nym. The King hath run bad humors on the Knight that 's the euen of it Pist Nym thou hast spoke the right his heart is fracted and corroborate Nym. The King is a good King but it must bee as it may he passes some humors and carreeres Pist Let vs condole the Knight for Lambekins we will liue Enter Exeter Bedford Westmerland Bed Fore God his Grace is bold to trust these traitors Exe. They shall be apprehended by and by West How smooth and euen they do bear themselues As if allegeance in their bosomes sate Crowned with faith and constant loyalty Bed The King hath note of all that they intend By interception which they dreame not of Exe. Nay but the man that was his bedfellow Whom he hath dull'd and cloy'd with gracious fauours That he should for a forraigne purse so sell His Soueraignes life to death and treachery Sound Trumpets Enter the King Scroope Cambridge and Gray King Now sits the winde fane and we will aboord My Lord of Cambridge and my kinde Lord of Masham And you my gentle Knight giue me your thoughts Thinke you not that the powres we beare with vs Will cut their passage through the force of France Doing the execution and the acte For which we haue in head assembled them Scro. No doubt my Liege if each man do his best King I doubt not that since we are well perswaded We carry not a heart with vs from hence That growes not in a faire consent with ours Nor leaue not one behinde that doth not wish Successe and Conquest to attend on vs. Cam. Neuer was Monarch better fear'd and lou'd Then is your Maiesty there 's not I thinke a subiect That sits in heart-greefe and vneasinesse Vnder the sweet shade of your gouernment Kni. True those that were your Fathers enemies Haue steep'd their gauls in hony and do serue you With hearts create of duty and of zeale King We therefore haue great cause of thankfulnes And shall forget the office of our hand Sooner then quittance of desert and merit According to the weight and worthinesse Scro. So seruice shall with steeled sinewes toyle And labour shall refresh it selfe with hope To do your Grace incestant seruices King We Iudge no lesse Vnkle of Exeter Inlarge the man committed yesterday That â—ayl'd against our person We consider It was excesse of Wine that set him on And on his more aduice We pardon him Scro. That 's mercy but too much security Let him be punish'd Soueraigne least example Breed by his sufferance more of such a kind King O let vs yet be mercifull Cam. So may
which hath beene on the wing of all occasions but whatsoeuer I haue merited either in my minde or in my meanes meede I am sure I haue receiued none vnlesse Experience be a Iewell that I haue purchased at an infinite rate and that hath taught mee to say this Loue like a shadow flies when substance Loue pursues Pursuing that that flies and flying what pursues Fal. Haue you receiu'd no promise of satisfaction at her hands Ford. Neuer Fal. Haue you importun'd her to such a purpose Ford. Neuer Fal. Of what qualitie was your loue then Ford. Like a fair house built on another mans ground so that I haue lost my edifice by mistaking the place where I erected it Fal. To what purpose haue you vnfolded this to me For. When I haue told you that I haue told you all Some say that though she appeare honest to mee yet in other places shee enlargeth her mirth so farre that there is shrewd construction made of her Now Sir Iohn here is the heart of my purpose you are a gentleman of excellent breeding admirable discourse of great admittance authenticke in your place and person generally allow'd for your many war-like court-like and learned preparations Fal. O Sir Ford. Beleeue it for you know it there is money spend it spend it spend more spend all I haue onely giue me so much of your time in enchange of it as to lay an amiable siege to the honesty of this Fords wife vse your Art of wooing win her to consent to you if any man may you may as soone as any Fal. Would it apply well to the vehemency of your affection that I should win what you would enioy Methinkes you prescribe to your selfe very preposterously Ford. O vnderstand my drift she dwells so securely on the excellency of her honor that the folly of my soule dares not present it selfe shee is too bright to be look'd against Now could I come to her with any detection in my hand my desires had instance and argument to commend themselues I could driue her then from the ward of her purity her reputation her marriage-vow and a thousand other her defences which now are too-too strongly embattaild against me what say you too 't Sir Iohn Fal. Master Broome I will first make bold with your money next giue mee your hand and last as I am a gentleman you shall if you will enioy Fords wife Ford. O good Sir Fal. I say you shall Ford. Want no money Sir Iohn you shall want none Fal. Want no Mistresse Ford Master Broome you shall want none I shall be with her I may tell you by her owne appointment euen as you came in to me her assistant or goe-betweene parted from me I say I shall be with her betweene ten and eleuen for at that time the iealious-rascally-knaue her husband will be forth come you to me at night you shall know how I speed Ford. I am blest in your acquaintance do you know Ford Sir Fal. Hang him poore Cuckoldly knaue I know him not yet I wrong him to call him poore They say the iealous wittolly-knaue hath masses of money for the which his wife seemes to me well-fauourd I will vse her as the key of the Cuckoldly-rogues Coffer ther 's my haruest-home Ford. I would you knew Ford sir that you might auoid him if you saw him Fal. Hang him mechanicall-salt-butter rogue I wil stare him out of his wits I will awe-him with my cudgell it shall hang like a Meteor ore the Cuckolds horns Master Broome thou shalt know I will predominate ouer the pezant and thou shalt lye with his wife Come to me soone at night Ford's a knaue and I will aggrauate his stile thou Master Broome shalt know him for knaue and Cuckold Come to me soone at night Ford. What a damn'd Epicurian-Rascall is this my heart is ready to cracke with impatience who saies this is improuident iealousie my wife hath sent to him the howre is fixt the match is made would any man haue thought this see the hell of hauing a false woman my bed shall be abus'd my Coffers ransack'd my reputation gnawne at and I shall not onely receiue this villanous wrong but stand vnder the adoption of abhominable termes and by him that does mee this wrong Termes names Amaimon sounds well Lucifer well Barbason well yet they are Diuels additions the names of fiends But Cuckold Wittoll Cuckold the Diuell himselfe hath not such a name Page is an Asse a secure Asse hee will trust his wife hee will not be iealous I will rather trust a Fleming with my butter Parson Hugh the Welshman with my Cheese an Irish-man with my Aqua-vitae-bottle or a Theefe to walke my ambling gelding then my wife with her selfe Then she plots then shee ruminates then shee deuises and what they thinke in their hearts they may effect they will breake their hearts but they will effect Heauen bee prais'd for my iealousie eleuen o' clocke the howre I will preuent this detect my wife bee reueng'd on Falstaffe and laugh at Page I will about it better three houres too soone then a mynute too late fie fie fie Cuckold Cuckold Cuckold Exti Scena Tertia Enter Caius Rugby Page Shallow Slender Host Caius Iacke Rugby Rug. Sir Caius Vat is the clocke Iack. Rug. 'T is past the howre Sir that Sir Hugh promis'd to meet Cai. By gar he has saue his soule dat he is no-come hee has pray his Pible well dat he is no-come by gar Iack Rugby he is dead already if he be come Rug. Hee is wise Sir hee knew your worship would kill him if he came Cai. By gar de herring is no dead so as I vill kill him take your Rapier Iacke I vill tell you how I vill kill him Rug. Alas sir I cannot fence Cai. Villanie take your Rapier Rug. Forbeare heer 's company Host ' Blesse thee bully-Doctor Shal. ' Saue you M r. Doctor Caius Page Now good M r. Doctor Slen. ' Giue you good-morrow sir Caius Vat be all you one two tree fowre come for Host To see thee fight to see thee foigne to see thee trauerse to see thee heere to see thee there to see thee passe thy puncto thy flock thy reuerse thy distance thy montant Is he dead my Ethiopian Is he dead my Francisco ha Bully what saies my Esculapius my Galien my heart of Elder ha is he dead bully-Stale is he dead Cai. By gar he is de Coward-Iack-Priest of de vorld he is not show his face Host Thou art a Castalion-king-Vrinall Hector of Greece my Boy Cai. I pray you beare witnesse that me haue stay sixe or seuen two tree howres for him and hee is no-come Shal. He is the wiser man M. Docto rhe is a curer of soules and you a curer of bodies if you should fight you goe against the haire of your professions is it not true Master Page Page Master Shallow you haue your selfe beene a great fighter though now a
promise to bring me where is Anne Page by gar he deceiue me too Euan. Well I will smite his noddles pray you follow Scena Secunda Mist Page Robin Ford Page Shallow Slender Host Euans Caius Mist Page Nay keepe your way little Gallant you were wont to be a follower but now you are a Leader whether had you rather lead mine eyes or eye your masters heeles Rob. I had rather forsooth go before you like a man then follow him like a dwarfe M. Pa. O you are a flattering boy now I see you 'l be a Courtier Ford. Well met mistris Page whether go you M. Pa. Truly Sir to see your wife is she at home Ford. I and as idle as she may hang together for want of company I thinke if your husbands were dead you two would marry M. Pa. Be sure of that two other husbands Ford. Where had you this pretty weather-cocke M. Pa. I cannot tell what the dickens his name is my husband had him of what do you cal your Knights name sirrah Rob. Sir Iohn Falstaffe Ford. Sir Iohn Falstaffe M. Pa. He he I can neuer hit on 's name there is such a league betweene my goodman and he is your Wife at home indeed Ford. Indeed she is M. Pa. By your leaue sir I am sicke till I see her Ford. Has Page any braines Hath he any eies Hath he any thinking Sure they sleepe he hath no vse of them why this boy will carrie a letter twentie mile as easie as a Canon will shoot point-blanke twelue score hee peeces out his wiues inclination he giues her folly motion and advantage and now she 's going to my wife Falstaffes boy with her A man may heare this showre sing in the winde and Falstaffes boy with her good plots they are laide and our reuolted wiues share damnation together Well I will take him then torture my wife plucke the borrowed vaile of modestie from the so-seeming Mist Page divulge Page himselfe for a secure and wilfull Acteon and to these violent proceedings all my neighbors shall cry aime The clocke giues me my Qu and my assurance bids me search there I shall finde Falstaffe I shall be rather praisd for this then mock'd for it is as possitiue as the earth is firme that Falstaffe is there I will go Shal. Page c. Well met M r Ford. Ford. Trust me a good knotte I haue good cheere at home and I pray you all go with me Shal. I must excuse my selfe M r Ford. Slen. And so must I Sir We haue appointed to dine with Mistris Anne And I would not breake with her for more mony Then I le speake of Shal. We haue linger'd about a match betweene An Page and my cozen Slender and this day wee shall haue our answer Slen. I hope I haue your good will Father Page Pag. You haue M r Slender I stand wholly for you But my wife M r Doctor is for you altogether Cai. I be-gar and de Maid is loue-a-me my nursha-Quickly tell me so mush Host What say you to yong M r Fenton He capers he dances he has eies of youth he writes verses hee speakes holliday he smels April and May he wil carry 't he will carry 't 't is in his buttons he will carry 't Page Not by my consent I promise you The Gentleman is of no hauing hee kept companie with the wilde Prince and Pointz he is of too high a Region he knows too much no hee shall not knit a knot in his fortunes with the finger of my substance if he take her let him take her simply the wealth I haue waits on my consent and my consent goes not that way Ford. I beseech you heartily some of you goe home with me to dinner besides your cheere you shall haue sport I will shew you a monster M r Doctor you shal go so shall you M r Page and you Sir Hugh Shal. Well fare you well We shall haue the freer woing at M r. Pages Cai. Go home Iohn Rugby I come anon Host Farewell my hearts I will to my honest Knight Falstaffe and drinke Canarie with him Ford. I thinke I shall drinke in Pipe-wine first with him I le make him dance Will you go Gentles All. Haue with you to see this Monster Exeunt Scena Tertia Enter M. Ford M. Page Seruants Robin Falstaffe Ford Page Caius Euans Mist Ford. What Iohn what Robert M. Page Quickly quickly Is the Buck-basket Mis Ford. I warrant What Robin I say Mis Page Come come come Mist Ford. Heere set it downe M. Pag. Giue your men the charge we must be briefe M. Ford. Marrie as I told you before Iohn Robert be ready here hard-by in the Brew-house when I sodainly call you come forth and without any pause or staggering take this basket on your shoulders y t done trudge with it in all hast and carry it among the Whitsters in Dotchet Mead and there empty it in the muddie ditch close by the Thames side M. Page You will do it M. Ford. I ha told them ouer and ouer they lacke no direction Be gone and come when you are call'd M. Page Here comes little Robin Mist Ford. How now my Eyas-Musket what newes with you Rob. My M. Sir Iohn is come in at your backe doore Mist Ford and requests your company M. Page You litle Iack-a-lent haue you bin true to vs Rob. I I le be sworne my Master knowes not of your being heere and hath threatned to put me into euerlasting liberty if I tell you of it for he sweares he 'll turne me away Mist Pag. Thou' rt a good boy this secrecy of thine shall be a Tailor to thee and shal make thee a new doublet and hose I le go hide me Mi. Ford. Do so go tell thy Master I am alone Mistris Page remember you your Qu. Mist Pag. I warrant thee if I do not act it hisse me Mist Ford. Go-too then we 'l vse this vnwholsome humidity this grosse-watry Pumpion we 'll teach him to know Turtles from Iayes Fal. Haue I caught thee my heauenly Iewell Why now let me die for I haue liu'd long enough This is the period of my ambition O this blessed houre Mist Ford. O sweet Sir Iohn Fal. Mistris Ford I cannot cog I cannot prate Mist Ford now shall I sin in my wish I would thy Husband were dead I le speake it before the best Lord I would make thee my Lady Mist Ford. I your Lady Sir Iohn Alas I should bee a pittifull Lady Fal. Let the Court of France shew me such another I see how thine eye would emulate the Diamond Thou hast the right arched-beauty of the brow that becomes the Ship-tyre the Tyre-valiant or any Tire of Venetian admittance Mist Ford. A plaine Kerchiefe Sir Iohn My browes become nothing else nor that well neither Fal. Thou art a tyrant to say so thou wouldst make an absolute Courtier and the firme fixture of thy foote would giue an excellent
declined Singulariter nominatiuo hic haec hoc Eua. Nominatiuo hig hag hog pray you marke genitiuo huius Well what is your Accusatiue-case Will. Accusatiuo hinc Eua. I pray you haue your remembrance childe Accusatiuo hing hang hog Qu. Hang-hog is latten for Bacon I warrant you Eua. Leaue your prables o' man What is the Focatiue case William Will. O Vocatiuo O. Eua. Remember William Focatiue is caret Qu. And that 's a good roote Eua. O' man forbeare Mist Pag. Peace Eua What is your Genitiue case plurall William Will. Genitiue case Eua. I. Will. Genitiue horum harum horum Qu. ' Vengeance of Ginyes case fie on her neuer name her childe if she be a whore Eua. For shame o' man Qu. You doe ill to teach the childe such words hee teaches him to hic and to hac which they 'll doe fast enough of themselues and to call horum fie vpon you Euans O' man art thou Lunaties Hast thou no vnderstandings for thy Cases the numbers of the Genders Thou art as foolish Christian creatures as I would desires Mi. Page Pre'thee hold thy peace Eu. Shew me now William some declensions of your Pronounes Will. Forsooth I haue forgot Eu. It is Qui que quod if you forget your Quies your Ques and your Quods you must be preeches Goe your waies and play go M. Pag. He is a better scholler then I thought he was Eu. He is a good sprag-memory Farewel Mis. Page Mis Page Adieu good Sir Hugh Get you home boy Come we stay too long Exeunt Scena Secunda Enter Falstoffe Mist Ford Mist Page Seruants Ford Page Caius Euans Shallow Fal. Mi. Ford Your sorrow hath eaten vp my sufferance I see you are obsequious in your loue and I professe requitall to a haires bredth not onely Mist Ford in the simple office of loue but in all the accustrement complement and ceremony of it But are you sure of your husband now Mis Ford. Hee 's a birding sweet Sir Iohn Mis Page What hoa gossip Ford what hoa Mis Ford. Step into th' chamber Sir Iohn Mis Page How now sweete heart whose at home besides your selfe Mis Ford Why none but mine owne people Mis Page Indeed Mis Ford. No certainly Speake louder Mist Pag. Truly I am so glad you haue no body here Mist Ford. Why Mis Page Why woman your husband is in his olde lines againe he so takes on yonder with my husband so railes against all married mankinde so curses all Eues daughters of what complexion soeuer and so buffettes himselfe on the for-head crying peere-out peere-out that any madnesse I euer yet beheld seem'd but tamenesse ciuility and patience to this his distemper he is in now I am glad the fat Knight is not heere Mist Ford. Why do's he talke of him Mist Page Of none but him and sweares he was caried out the last time hee search'd for him in a Basket Protests to my husband he is now heere hath drawne him and the rest of their company from their sport to make another experiment of his suspition But I am glad the Knight is not heere now he shall see his owne foolerie Mist Ford. How neere is he Mistris Page Mist Pag. Hard by at street end he wil be here anon Mist Ford. I am vndone the Knight is heere Mist Page Why then you are vtterly sham'd hee 's but a dead man What a woman are you Away with him away with him Better shame then murther Mist Ford. Which way should he go How should I bestow him Shall I put him into the basket againe Fal. No I le come no more i' th Basket May I not go out ere he come Mist Page Alas three of M r. Fords brothers watch the doore with Pistols that none shall issue out otherwise you might slip away ere hee came But what make you heere Fal. What shall I do I le creepe vp into the chimney Mist Ford. There they alwaies vse to discharge their Birding-peeces creepe into the Kill-hole Fal. Where is it Mist. Ford. He will seeke there on my word Neyther Presse Coffer Chest Trunke Well Vault but he hath an abstract for the remembrance of such places and goes to them by his Note There is no hiding you in the house Fal. I le go out then Mist Ford. If you goe out in your owne semblance you die Sir Iohn vnlesse you go out disguis'd Mist Ford. How might we disguise him Mist. Page Alas the day I know not there is no womans gowne bigge enough for him otherwise he might put on a hat a muffler and a kerchiefe and so escape Fal. Good hearts deuise something any extremitie rather then a mischiefe Mist Ford. My Maids Aunt the fat woman of Brainford has a gowne aboue Mist Page On my word it will serue him shee 's as big as he is and there 's her thrum'd hat and her muffler too run vp Sir Iohn Mist Ford. Go go sweet Sir Iohn Mistriis Page and I will looke some linnen for your head Mist Page Quicke quicke wee 'le come dresse you straight put on the gowne the while Mist Ford. I would my husband would meete him in this shape he cannot abide the old woman of Brainford he sweares she 's a witch forbad her my house and hath threatned to beate her Mist Page Heauen guide him to thy husbands cudgell and the diuell guide his cudgell afterwards Mist Ford. But is my husband comming Mist Page I in good sadnesse is he and talkes of the basket too howsoeuer he hath had intelligence Mist Ford. Wee 'l try that for I le appoint my men to carry the basket againe to meete him at the doore with it as they did last time Mist Page Nay but hee 'l be heere presently let 's go dresse him like the witch of Brainford Mist Ford. I le first direct direct my men what they shall doe with the basket Goe vp I le bring linnen for him straight Mist Page Hang him dishonest Varlet We cannot misuse enough We 'll leaue a proofe by that which we will doo Wiues may be merry and yet honest too We do not acte that often iest and laugh 'T is old but true Still Swine eats all the draugh Mist Ford. Go Sirs take the basket againe on your shoulders your Master is hard at doore if hee bid you set it downe obey him quickly dispatch 1 Ser. Come come take it vp 2 Ser. Pray heauen it be not full of Knight againe 1 Ser. I hope not I had liefe as beare so much lead Ford. I but if it proue true M r. Page haue you any way then to vnfoole me againe Set downe the basket villaine some body call my wife Youth in a basket Oh you Panderly Rascals there 's a knot a gin a packe a conspiracie against me Now shall the diuel be sham'd What wife I say Come come forth behold what honest cloathes you send forth to bleaching Page Why this passes M. Ford you are not
the decay of lust and late-walking through the Realme Mist Page Why Sir Iohn do you thinke though wee would haue thrust vertue out of our hearts by the head and shoulders and haue giuen our selues without scruple to hell that euer the deuill could haue made you our delight Ford What a hodge-pudding A bag of flax Mist Page A puft man Page Old cold wither'd and of intollerable entrailes Ford. And one that is as slanderous as Sathan Page And as poore as Iob Ford. And as wicked as his wife Euan. And giuen to Fornications and to Tauernes and Sacke and Wine and Metheglins and to drinkings and swearings and starings Pribles and prables Fal. Well I am your Theame you haue the start of me I am deiected I am not able to answer the Welch Flannell Ignorance it selfe is a plummet ore me vse me as you will Ford. Marry Sir wee 'l bring you to Windsor to one M r Broome that you haue cozon'd of money to whom you should haue bin a Pander ouer and aboue that you haue suffer'd I thinke to repay that money will be a biting affliction Page Yet be cheerefull Knight thou shalt eat a posset to night at my house wher I will desire thee to laugh at my wife that now laughes at thee Tell her M r Slender hath married her daughter Mist Page Doctors doubt that If Anne Page be my daughter she is by this Doctour Caius wife Slen. Whoa hoe hoe Father Page Page Sonne How now How now Sonne Haue you dispatch'd Slen. Dispatch'd I le make the best in Gloftershire know on 't would I were hang'd la else Page Of what sonne Slen. I came yonder at Eaton to marry Mistris Anne Page and she 's a great lubberly boy If it had not bene i' th Church I would haue swing'd him or hee should haue swing'd me If I did not thinke it had beene Anne Page would I might neuer stirre and 't is a Post-masters Boy Page Vpon my life then you tooke the wrong Slen. What neede you tell me that I think so when I tooke a Boy for a Girle If I had bene married to him for all he was in womans apparrell I would not haue had him Page Why this is your owne folly Did not I tell you how you should know my daughter By her garments Slen. I went to her in greene and cried Mum and she cride budget as Anne and I had appointed and yet it was not Anne but a Post-masters boy Mist. Page Good George be not angry I knew of your purpose turn'd my daughter into white and indeede she is now with the Doctor at the Deanrie and there married Cai. Ver is Mistris Page by gar I am cozoned I ha married oon Garsoon a boy oon pesant by gar A boy it is not An Page by gar I am cozened M. Page VVhy did you take her in white Cai. I bee gar and 't is a boy be gar I le raise all Windsor Ford. This is strange Who hath got the right Anne Page My heart misgiues me here comes M r Fenton How now M r Fenton Anne Pardon good father good my mother pardon Page Now Mistris How chance you went not with M r Slender M. Page Why went you not with M r Doctor maid Fen. You do amaze her heare the truth of it You would haue married her most shamefully Where there was no proportion held in loue The truth is she and I long since contracted Are now so sure that nothing can dissolue vs Th' offence is holy that she hath committed And this deceit looses the name of craft Of disobedience or vnduteous title Since therein she doth euitate and shun A thousand irreligious cursed houres Which forced marriage would haue brought vpon her Ford. Stand not amaz'd here is no remedie In Loue the heauens themselues do guide the state Money buyes Lands and wiues are sold by fate Fal. I am glad though you haue tane a special stand to strike at me that your Arrow hath glanc'd Page Well what remedy Fenton heauen giue thee ioy what cannot be eschew'd must be embrac'd Fal. When night-dogges run all sorts of Deere are chac'd Mist Page Well I will muse no further M r Fenton Heauen giue you many many merry dayes Good husband let vs euery one go home And laugh this sport ore by a Countrie fire Sir Iohn and all Ford. Let it be so Sir Iohn To Master Broome you yet shall hold your word For he to night shall lye with Mistris Ford Exeunt FINIS MEASVRE For Measure Actus primus Scena prima Enter Duke Escalus Lords Duke EScalus Esc My Lord. Duk. Of Gouernment the properties to vnfold Would seeme in me t' affect speech discourse Since I am put to know that your owne Science Exceedes in that the lists of all aduice My strength can giue you Then no more remaines But that to your sufficiency as your worth is able And let them worke The nature of our People Our Cities Institutions and the Termes For Common Iustice y' are as pregnant in As Art and practise hath inriched any That we remember There is our Commission From which we would not haue you warpe call hither I say bid come before vs Angelo What figure of vs thinke you he will beare For you must know we haue with speciall soule Elected him our absence to supply Lent him our terror drest him with our loue And giuen his Deputation all the Organs Of our owne powre What thinke you of it Esc If any in Vienna be of worth To vndergoe such ample grace and honour It is Lord Angelo Enter Angelo Duk. Looke where he comes Ang. Alwayes obedient to your Graces will I come to know your pleasure Duke Angelo There is a kinde of Character in thy life That to th' obseruer doth thy history Fully vnfold Thy selfe and thy belongings Are not thine owne so proper as to waste Thy selfe vpon thy vertues they on thee Heauen doth with vs as we with Torches doe Not light them for themselues For if our vertues Did not goe forth of vs 't were all alike As if we had them not Spirits are not finely touch'd But to fine issues nor nature neuer lends The smallest scruple of her excellence But like a thrifty goddesse she determines Her selfe the glory of a creditour Both thanks and vse but I do bend my speech To one that can my part in him aduertise Hold therefore Angelo In our remoue be thou at full our selfe Mortallitie and Mercie in Vienna Liue in thy tongue and heart Old Escalus Though first in question is thy secondary Take thy Commission Ang. Now good my Lord Let there be some more test made of my mettle Before so noble and so great a figure Be stamp't vpon it Duk. No more euasion We haue with a leauen'd and prepared choice Proceeded to you therefore take your honors Our haste from hence is of so quicke condition That it prefers it selfe and leaues vnquestion'd Matters of needfull value We
praie you examine him vpon that point Leon. I thanke thee for thy care and honest paines Const Your vvorship speakes like a most thankefull and reuerend youth and I praise God for you Leon. There 's for thy paines Const God saue the foundation Leon. Goe I discharge thee of thy prisoner and I thanke thee Const I leaue an arrant knaue vvith your vvorship which I beseech your worship to correct your selfe for the example of others God keepe your vvorship I wish your worship vvell God restore you to health I humblie giue you leaue to depart and if a merrie meeting may be wisht God prohibite it come neighbour Leon. Vntill to morrow morning Lords farewell Exeunt Brot Farewell my Lords vve looke for you to morrow Prin. We will not faile Clau. To night I le mourne with Hero Leon. Bring you these fellowes on wee l talke vvith Margaret how her acquaintance grew vvith this lewd fellow Exeunt Enter Benedicke and Margaret Ben. Praie thee sweete Mistris Margaret deserue vvell at my hands by helping mee to the speech of Beatrice Mar. Will you then write me a Sonnet in praise of my beautie Bene. In so high a stile Margaret that no man liuing shall come ouer it for in most comely truth thou deseruest it Mar. To haue no man come ouer me why shall I alwaies keepe below staires Bene. Thy wit is as quicke as the grey-hounds mouth it catches Mar. And yours as blunt as the Fencers foiles which hit but hurt not Bene. A most manly wit Margaret it will not hurt a woman and so I pray thee call Beatrice I giue thee the bucklers Mar. Giue vs the swords wee haue bucklers of our owne Bene. If you vse them Margaret you must put in the pikes with a vice and they are dangerous weapons for Maides Mar. Well I will call Beatrice to you who I thinke hath legges Exit Margarite Ben. And therefore will come The God of loue that sits aboue and knowes me and knowes me how pittifull I deserue I meane in singing but in louing Leander the good swimmer Troâ—lous the first imploier of pandars and a whole booke full of these quondam carpet-mongers whose name yet runne smoothly in the euen rode of a blanke verse why they were neuer so truely turned ouer and ouer as my poore selfe in loue marrie I cannot shew it rime I haue tried I can finde out no rime to Ladie but babie an innocent rime for scorne horne a hard time for schoole foole a babling time verie ominous endings no I was not borne vnder a riming Plannet for I cannot wooe in festiuall tearmes Enter Beatrice sweete Beatrice would'st thou come when I cal'd thee Beat. Yea Signior and depart when you bid me Bene. O stay but till then Beat. Then is spoken fare you well now and yet ere I goe let me goe with that I came which is with knowing what hath past betweene you and Claudio Bene. Onely foule words and thereupon I will kisse thee Beat. Foule words is but foule wind and foule wind is but foule breath and foule breath is noisome therefore I will depart vnkist Bene. Thou hast frighted the word out of his right sence so forcible is thy wit but I must tell thee plainely Claudio vndergoes my challenge and either I must shortly heare from him or I will subscribe him a coward and I pray thee now tell me for which of my bad parts didst thou first fall in loue with me Beat. For them all together which maintain'd so politique a state of euill that they will not admit any good part to intermingle with them but for which of my good parts did you first suffer loue for me Bene. Suffer loue a good epithite I do suffer loue indeede for I loue thee against my will Beat. In spight of your heart I think alas poore heart if you spight it for my sake I will spight it for yours for I will neuer loue that which my friend hates Bened. Thou and I are too wise to wooe peaceablie Bea. It appeares not in this confession there 's not one wise man among twentie that will praise himselfe Bene. An old an old instance Beatrice that liu'd in the time of good neighbours if a man doe not erect in this age his owne tombe ere he dies hee shall liue no longer in monuments then the Bels ring the Widdow weepes Beat. And how long is that thinke you Ben. Question why an hower in clamour and a quarter in rhewme therfore is it most expedient for the wife if Don worme his conscience finde no impediment to the contrarie to be the trumpet of his owne vertues as I am to my selfe so much for praising my selfe who I my selfe will beare witnesse is praise worthie and now tell me how doth your cosin Beat. Verie ill Bene. And how doe you Beat. Verie ill too Enter Vrsula Bene. Serue God loue me and mend there will I leaue you too for here comes one in haste Vrs Madam you must come to your Vncle yonder 's old coile at home it is prooued my Ladie Hero hath bin falselie accusde the Prince and Claudio mightilie abusde and Don Iohn is the author of all who is fled and gone will you come presentlie Beat. Will you go heare this newes Signior Bene. I will hue in thy heart die in thy lap and be buried in thy eies and moreouer I will goe with thee to thy Vncles Exeunt Enter Claudio Prince and three or foure with Tapers Clau. Is this the monument of Leonato Lord. It is my Lord. Epitaph Done to death by slanderous tongues Was the Hero that here lies Death in guerdon of her wrongs Giues her fame which neuer dies So the life that dyed with shame Liues in death with glorious fame Hang thou there vpon the tombe Praising her when I am dombe Clau. Now musick sound sing your solemn hymne Song Pardon goddesse of the night Those that slew thy virgin knight For the which with songs of woe Round about her tombe they goe Midnight assist our mone helpe vs to sigh and grone Heauily heauily Graues yawne and yeelde your dead Till death be vttered Heauenly heauenly Lo. Now vnto thy bones good night yeerely will I do this right Prin. Good morrow masters put your Torches out The wolues haue preied and looke the gentle day Before the wheeles of Phoebus round about Dapples the drowsie East with spots of grey Thanks to you all and leaue vs fare you well Clau. Good morrow masters each his seuerall way Prin. Come let vs hence and put on other weedes And then to Leonatoes we will goe Clau. And Hymen now with luckier issue speeds Then this for whom we rendred vp this woe Exeunt Enter Leonato Bene. Marg. Vrsula old man Frier Hero Frier Did I not tell you she was innocent Leo. So are the Prince and Claudio who accus'd her Vpon the errour that you heard debated But Margaret was in some fault for this Although against her will as it
thou at sir Robert He is Sir Roberts sonne and so art thou Bast Iames Gournie wilt thou giue vs leaue a while Gour. Good leaue good Philip. Bast Philip sparrow Iames There 's toyes abroad anon I le tell thee more Exit Iames. Madam I was not old Sir Roberts sonne Sir Robert might haue eat his part in me Vpon good Friday and nere broke his fast Sir Robert could doe well marrie to confesse Could get me sir Robert could not doe it We know his handy-worke therefore good mother To whom am I beholding for these limmes Sir Robert neuer holpe to make this legge Lady Hast thou conspired with thy brother too That for thine owne gaine shouldst defend mine honor What meanes this scorne thou most vntoward knaue Bast. Knight knight good mother Basilisco-like What I am dub'd I haue it on my shoulder But mother I am not Sir Roberts sonne I haue disclaim'd Sir Robert and my land Legitimation name and all is gone Then good my mother let me know my father Some proper man I hope who was it mother Lady Hast thou denied thy selfe a Faulconbridge Bast As faithfully as I denie the deuill Lady King Richard Cordelion was thy father By long and vehement suit I was seduc'd To make roome for him in my husbands bed Heauen lay not my transgression to my charge That art the issue of my deere offence Which was so strongly vrg'd past my defence Bast Now by this light were I â—o get againe Madam I would not wish a better father Some sinnes doe beare their priuiledge on earth And so doth yours your fault was not your follie Needs must you lay your heart at his dispose Subiected tribute to commanding loue Against whose furie and vnmatched force The awlesse Lion could not wage the fight Nor keepe his Princely heart from Richards hand He that perforce robs Lions of their hearts May easily winne a womans aye my mother With all my heart I thanke thee for my father Who liues and dares but say thou didst not well When I was got I le send his soule to hell Come Lady I will shew thee to my kinne And they shall say when Richard me begot If thou hadst sayd him nay it had beene sinne Who sayes it was he lyes I say t was not Exeunt Scaena Secunda Enter before Angiers Philip King of France Lewis Daulphin Austria Constance Arthur Lewis Before Angiers well met braue Austria Arthur that great fore-runner of thy bloud Richard that rob'd the Lion of his heart And fought the holy Warres in Palestine By this braue Duke came early to his graue And for amends to his posteritie At our importance hether is he come To spread his colours boy in thy behalfe And to rebuke the vsurpation Of thy vnnaturall Vncle English Iohn Embrace him loue him giue him welcome hether Arth. God shall forgiue you Cordelions death The rather that you giue his off-spring life Shadowing their right vnder your wings of warre I giue you welcome with a powerlesse hand But with a heart full of vnstained loue Welcome before the gates of Angiers Duke Lewis A noble boy who would not doe thee right Aust Vpon thy cheeke lay I this zelous kisse As seale to this indenture of my loue That to my home I will no more returne Till Angiers and the right thou hast in France Together with that pale that white-fac'd shore Whose foot spurnes backe the Oceans roaring tides And coopes from other lands her Ilanders Euen till that England hedg'd in with the maine That Water-walled Bulwarke still secure And confident from forreine purposes Euen till that vtmost corner of the West Salute thee for her King till then faire boy Will I not thinke of home but follow Armes Const O take his mothers thanks a widdows thanks Till your strong hand shall helpe to giue him strength To make a more requitall to your loue Aust The peace of heauen is theirs y t lift their swords In such a iust and charitable warre King Well then to worke our Cannon shall be bent Against the browes of this resisting towne Call for our cheefest men of discipline To cull the plots of best aduantages Wee 'll lay before this towne our Royal bones Wade to the market-place in French-mens bloud But we will make it subiect to this boy Con. Stay for an answer to your Embassie Lest vnaduis'd you staine your swords with bloud My Lord Chattilion may from England bring That right in peace which heere we vrge in warre And then we shall repent each drop of bloud That hot rash haste so indirectly shedde Enter Chattilion King A wonder Lady lo vpon thy wish Our Messenger Chattilion is arriu'd What England saies say breefely gentle Lord We coldly pause for thee Chatilion speake Chat. Then turne your forces from this paltry siege And stirre them vp against a mightier taske England impatient of your iust demands Hath put himselfe in Armes the aduerse windes Whose leisure I haue staid haue giuen him time To land his Legions all as soone as I His marches are expedient to this towne His forces strong his Souldiers confident With him along is come the Mother Queene An Ace stirring him to bloud and strife With her her Neece the Lady Blanch of Spaine With them a Bastard of the Kings deceast And all th' vnsetled humors of the Land Rash inconsiderate fiery voluntaries With Ladies faces and fierce Dragons spleenes Haue sold their fortunes at their natiue homes Bearing their birth-rights proudly on their backs To make a hazard of new fortunes heere In briefe a brauer choyse of dauntlesse spirits Then now the English bottomes haue waft o're Did neuer flote vpon the swelling tide To doe offence and scathe in Christendome The interruption of their churlish drums Cuts off more circumstance they are at hand Drum beats To parlie or to fight therefore prepare Kin. How much vnlook'd for is this expedition Aust By how much vnexpected by so much We must awake indeuor for defence For courage mounteth with occasion Let them be welcome then we are prepar'd Enter K. of England Bastard Queene Blanch Pembroke and others K. Iohn Peace be to France If France in peace permit Our iust and lineall entrance to our owne If not bleede France and peace ascend to heauen Whiles we Gods wrathfull agent doe correct Their proud contempt that beats his peace to heauen Fran. Peace be to England if that warre returne From France to England there to liue in peace England we loue and for that Englands sake With burden of our armor heere we sweat This toyle of ours should be a worke of thine But thou from louing England art so farre That thou hast vnder-wrought his lawfull King Cut off the sequence of posterity Out-faced Infant State and done a rape Vpon the maiden vertue of the Crowne Looke heere vpon thy brother Geffreyes face These eyes these browes were moulded out of his This little abstract doth containe that large Which died in Gâ—ffrey and
vn-vext retyre With vnhack'd swords and Helmets all vnbruis'd We will beare home that Iustie blood againe Which heere we came to spout against your Towne And leaue your children wiues and you in peace But if you fondly passe our proffer'd offer 'T is not the rounder of your old-fac'd walles Can hide you from our messengers of Warre Though all these English and their discipline Were harbour'd in their rude circumference Then tell vs Shall your Citie call vs Lord In that behalfe which we haue challeng'd it Or shall we giue the signall to our rage And stalke in blood to our possession Cit. In breefe we are the King of Englands subiects For him and in his right we hold this Towne Iohn Acknowledge then the King and let me in Cit. That can we not but he that proues the King To him will we proue loyall till that time Haue we ramm'd vp our gates against the world Iohn Doth not the Crowne of England prooue the King And if not that I bring you Witnesses Twice fifteene thousand hearts of Englands breed Bast Bastards and else Iohn To verifie our title with their liues Fran. As many and as well-borne bloods as those Bast Some Bastards too Fran. Stand in his face to contradict his claime Cit. Till you compound whose right is worthiest We for the worthiest hold the right from both Iohn Then God forgiue the sinne of all those soules That to their euerlasting residence Before the dew of euening fall shall fleete In dreadfull triall of our kingdomes King Fran. Amen Amen mount Cheualiers to Armes Bast Saint George that swindg'd the Dragon And ere since sit's on 's horsebacke at mine Hostesse dore Teach vs some fence Sirrah were I at home At your den sirrah with your Lionnesse I would set an Oxe-head to your Lyons hide And make a monster of you Aust Peace no more Bast O tremble for you heare the Lyon rore Iohn Vp higher to the plaine where we 'l set forth In best appointment all our Regiments Bast Speed then to take aduantage of the field Fra. It shall be so and at the other hill Command the rest to stand God and our right Exeunt Heere after excursions Enter the Herald of France with Trumpets to the gates F. Her You men of Angiers open wide your gates And let yong Arthur Duke of Britaine in Who by the hand of France this day hath made Much worke for teares in many an English mother Whose sonnes lye scattered on the bleeding ground Many a widdowes husband groueling lies Coldly embracing the discoloured earth And victorie with little losse doth play Vpon the dancing banners of the French Who are at hand triumphantly displayed To enter Conquerors and to proclaime Arthur of Britaine Englands King and yours Enter English Herald with Trumpet E. Har. Reioyce you men of Angiers ring your bels King Iohn your king and Englands doth approach Commander of this hot malicious day Their Armours that march'd hence so siluer bright Hither returne all gilt with Frenchmens blood There stucke no plume in any English Crest That is remoued by a staffe of France Our colours do returne in those same hands That did display them when we first marcht forth And like a iolly troope of Huntsmen come Our lustie English all with purpled hands Dide in the dying slaughter of their foes Open your gates and giue the Victors way Hubert Heralds from off our towres we might behold From first to last the on-set and retyre Of both your Armies whose equality By our best eyes cannot be censured Blood hath bought blood and blowes haue answered blowes Strength matcht with strength and power confronted power Both are alike and both alike we like One must proue greatest While they weigh so euen We hold our Towne for neither yet for both Enter the two Kings with their powers at seuerall doores Iohn France hast thou yet more blood to cast away Say shall the currant of our right rome on Whose passage vext with thy impediment Shall leaue his natiue channell and ore-swell with course disturb'd euen thy confining shores Vnlesse thou let his siluer Water keepe A peacefull progresse to the Ocean Fra. England thou hast not sau'd one drop of blood In this hot triall more then we of France Rather lost more And by this hand I sweare That swayes the earth this Climate ouer-lookes Before we will lay downe our iust-borne Armes Wee 'l put thee downe ' gainst whom these Armes wee beare Or adde a royall number to the dead Gracing the scroule that tels of this warres losse With slaughter coupled to the name of kings Bast Ha Maiesty how high thy glory towres When the rich blood of kings is set on fire Oh now doth death line his dead chaps with steele The swords of souldiers are his teeth his phangs And now he feasts mousing the flesh of men In vndetermin'd differences of kings Why stand these royall fronts amazed thus Cry hauocke kings backe to the stained field You equall Potents fierie kindled spirits Then let confusion of one part confirm The others peace till then blowes blood and death Iohn Whose party do the Townesmen yet admit Fra. Speake Citizens for England whos 's your king Hub. The king of England when we know the king Fra. Know him in vs that heere hold vp his right Iohn In Vs that are our owne great Deputie And beare possession of our Person heere Lord of our presence Angiers and of you Fra. A greater powre then We denies all this And till it be vndoubted we do locke Our former scruple in our strong barr'd gates Kings of our feare vntill our feares resolu'd Be by some certaine king purg'd and depos'd Bast By heauen these scroyles of Angiers flout you kings And stand securely on their battelments As in a Theater whence they gape and point At your industrious Scenes and acts of death Your Royall presences be rul'd by mee Do like the Mutines of Ierusalem Be friends a-while and both conioyntly bend Your sharpest Deeds of malice on this Towne By East and West let France and England mount Their battering Canon charged to the mouthes Till their soule-fearing clamours haue braul'd downe The flintie ribbes of this contemptuous Citie I 'de play incessantly vpon these Iades Euen till vnfenced desolation Leaue them as naked as the vulgar ayre That done disseuer your vnited strengths And part your mingled colours once againe Turne face to face and bloody point to point Then in a moment Fortune shall cull forth Out of one side her happy Minion To whom in fauour she shall giue the day And kisse him with a glorious victory How like you this wilde counsell mighty States Smackes it not something of the policie Iohn Now by the sky that hangs aboue our heads I like it well France shall we knit our powres And lay this Angiers euen with the ground Then after fight who shall be king of it Bast And if thou hast the mettle of a king Being wrong'd
your blood Now heare me speake with a propheticke spirit For euen the breath of what I meane to speake Shall blow each dust each straw each little rub Out of the path which shall directly lead Thy foote to Englands Throne And therefore marke Iohn hath seiz'd Arthur and it cannot be That whiles warme life playes in that infants veines The mis-plac'd Iohn should entertaine an houre One minute nay one quiet breath of rest A Scepter snatch'd with an vnruly hand Must be as boysterously maintain'd as gain'd And he that stands vpon a slipp'ry place Makes nice of no vilde hold to stay him vp That Iohn may stand then Arthur needs must fall So be it for it cannot be but so Dol. But what shall I gaine by yong Arthurs fall Pan. You in the right of Lady Blanch your wife May then make all the claime that Arthur did Dol. And loose it life and all as Arthur did Pan. How green you are and fresh in this old world Iohn layes you plots the times conspire with you For he that steepes his safetie in true blood Shall finde but bloodie safety and vntrue This Act so euilly borne shall coole the hearts Of all his people and freeze vp their zeale That none so small aduantage shall step forth To checke his reigne but they will cherish it No naturall exhalation in the skie No scope of Nature no distemper'd day No common winde no customed euent But they will plucke away his naturall cause And call them Meteors prodigies and signes Abbortiues presages and tongues of heauen Plainly denouncing vengeance vpon Iohn Dol. May be he will not touch yong Arthurs life But hold himselfe safe in his prisonment Pan. O Sir when he shall heare of your approach If that yong Arthur be not gone alreadie Euen at that newes he dies and then the hearts Of all his people shall reuolt from him And kisse the lippes of vnacquainted change And picke strong matter of reuolt and wrath Out of the bloody fingers ends of Iohn Me thinkes I see this hurley all on foot And O what better matter breeds for you Then I haue nam'd The Bastard Falconbridge Is now in England ransacking the Church Offending Charity If but a dozen French Were there in Armes they would be as a Call To traine ten thousand English to their side Or as a little snow tumbled about Anon becomes a Mountaine O noble Dolphine Go with me to the King 't is wonderfull What may be wrought out of their discontent Now that their soules are topfull of offence For England go I will whet on the King Dol. Strong reasons makes strange actions let vs go If you say I the King will not say no. Exeunt Actus Quartus Scaena prima Enter Hubert and Executioners Hub. Heate me these Irons hot and looke thou stand Within the Arras when I strike my foot Vpon the bosome of the ground rush forth And binde the boy which you shall finde with me Fast to the chaire be heedfull hence and watch Exec. I hope your warrant will beare out the deed Hub. Vncleanly scruples feare not you looke too 't Yong Lad come forth I haue to say with you Enter Arthur Ar. Good morrow Hubert Hub. Good morrow little Prince Ar. As little Prince hauing so great a Title To be more Prince as may be you are sad Hub. Indeed I haue beene merrier Art Mercie on me Me thinkes no body should be sad but I Yet I remember when I was in France Yong Gentlemen would be as sad as night Onely for wantonnesse by my Christendome So I were out of prison and kept Sheepe I should be as merry as the day is long And so I would be heere but that I doubt My Vnckle practises more harme to me He is affraid of me and I of him Is it my fault that I was Geffreyes sonne No in deede is' t not and I would to heauen I were your sonne so you would loue me Hubert Hub. If I talke to him with his innocent prate He will awake my mercie which lies dead Therefore I will be sodaine and dispatch Ar. Are you sicke Hubert you looke pale to day Insooth I would you were a little sicke That I might sit all night and watch with you I warrant I loue you more then you do me Hub. His words do take possession of my bosome Reade heere yong Arthur How now foolish rheume Turning dispitious torture out of doore I must be breefe least resolution drop Out at mine eyes in tender womanish teares Can you not reade it Is it not faire writ Ar. Too fairely Hubert for so foule effect Must you with hot Irons burne out both mine eyes Hub. Yong Boy I must Art And will you Hub. And I will Art Haue you the heart When your head did but ake I knit my â—and-kercher about your browes The best I had a Princesse wrought it me And I did neuer aske it you againe And with my hand at midnight held your head And like the watchfull minutes to the houre Still and anon cheer'd vp the heauy time Saying what lacke you and where lies your greefe Or what good loue may I performe for you Many a poore mans sonne would haue lyen still And nere haue spoke a louing word to you But you at your sicke seruice had a Prince Nay you may thinke my loue was craftie loue And call it cunning Do and if you will If heauen be pleas'd that you must vse me ill Why then you must Will you put out mine eyes These eyes that neuer did nor neuer shall So much as frowne on you Hub. I haue sworne to do it And with hot Irons must I burne them out Ar. Ah none but in this Iron Age would do it The Iron of it selfe though heate red hot Approaching neere these eyes would drinke my teares And quench this fierie indignation Euen in the matter of mine innocence Nay after that consume away in rust But for containing fire to harme mine eye Are you more stubborne hard then hammer'd Iron And if an Angell should haue come to me And told me Hubert should put out mine eyes I would not haue beleeu'd him no tongue but Huberts Hub. Come forth Do as I bid you do Art O saue me Hubert saue me my eyes are out Euen with the fierce lookes of these bloody men Hub. Giue me the Iron I say and binde him heere Art Alas what neede you be so boistrous rough I will not struggle I will stand stone still For heauen sake Hubert let me not be bound Nay heare me Hubert driue these men away And I will sit as quiet as a Lambe I will not stirre nor winch nor speake a word Nor looke vpon the Iron angerly Thrust but these men away and I le forgiue you What euer torment you do put me too Hub. Go stand within let me alone with him Exec. I am best pleas'd to be from such a deede Art Alas I then haue chid away my friend He hath
borne this will breake out To all our sorrowes and ere long I doubt Exeunt Io. They burn in indignation I repent Enter Mes There is no sure foundation set on blood No certaine life atchieu'd by others death A fearefull eye thou hast Where is that blood That I haue seene inhabite in those cheekes So foule a skie cleeres not without a storme Poure downe thy weather how goes all in France Mes From France to England neuer such a powre For any forraigne preparation Was leuied in the body of a land The Copie of your speede is learn'd by them For when you should be told they do prepare The tydings comes that they are all arriu'd Ioh. Oh where hath our Intelligence bin drunke Where hath it slept Where is my Mothers care That such an Army could be drawne in France And she not heare of it Mes My Liege her eare Is stopt with dust the first of Aprill di'de Your noble mother and as I heare my Lord The Lady Constance in a frenzie di'de Three dayes before but this from Rumors tongue I idely heard if true or false I know not Iohn With-hold thy speed dreadfull Occasion O make a league with me 'till I haue pleas'd My discontented Peeres What Mother dead How wildely then walkes my Estate in France Vnder whose conduct came those powres of France That thou for truth giu'st out are landed heere Mes Vnder the Dolphin Enter Bastard and Peter of Pomfret Ioh. Thou hast made me giddy With these ill tydings Now What sayes the world To your proceedings Do not seeke to stuffe My head with more ill newes for it is full Bast But if you be a-feard to heare the worst Then let the worst vn-heard fall on your head Iohn Beare with me Cosen for I was amaz'd Vnder the tide but now I breath againe Aloft the flood and can giue audience To any tongue speake it of what it will Bast How I haue sped among the Clergy men The summes I haue collected shall expresse But as I trauail'd hither through the land I finde the people strangely fantasied Possest with rumors full of idle dreames Not knowing what they feare but full of feare And here 's a Prophet that I brought with me From forth the streets of Pomfret whom I found With many hundreds treading on his heeles To whom he sung in rude harsh sounding rimes That ere the next Ascension day at noone Your Highnes should deliuer vp your Crowne Iohn Thou idle Dreamer wherefore didst thou so Pet. Fore-knowing that the truth will fall out so Iohn Hubert away with him imprison him And on that day at noone whereon he sayes I shall yeeld vp my Crowne let him be hang'd Deliuer him to safety and returne For I must vse thee O my gentle Cosen Hear'st thou the newes abroad who are arriu'd Bast The French my Lord mens mouths are ful of it Besides I met Lord Bigot and Lord Salisburie With eyes as red as new enkindled fire And others more going to seeke the graue Of Arthur whom they say is kill'd to night on your suggestion Iohn Gentle kinsman go And thrust thy selfe into their Companies I haue a way to winne their loues againe Bring them before me Bast I will seeke them out Iohn Nay but make haste the better foote before O let me haue no subiect enemies When aduerse Forreyners affright my Townes With dreadfull pompe of stout inuasion Be Mercurie set feathers to thy heeles And flye like thought from them to me againe Bast The spirit of the time shall teach me speed Exit Iohn Spoke like a sprightfull Noble Gentleman Go after him for he perhaps shall neede Some Messenger betwixt me and the Peeres And be thou hee Mes With all my heart my Liege Iohn My mother dead Enter Hubert Hub. My Lord they say fiue Moones were seene to night Foure fixed and the fift did whirle about The other foure in wondrous motion Ioh. Fiue Moones Hub. Old men and Beldames in the streets Do prophesie vpon it dangerously Yong Arthurs death is common in their mouths And when they talke of him they shake their heads And whisper one another in the eare And he that speakes doth gripe the hearers wrist Whilst he that heares makes fearefull action With wrinkled browes with nods with rolling eyes I saw a Smith stand with his hammer thus The whilst his Iron did on the Anuile coole With open mouth swallowing a Taylors newes Who with his Sheeres and Measure in his hand Standing on slippers which his nimble haste Had falsely thrust vpon contrary feete Told of a many thousand warlike French That were embattailed and rank'd in Kent Another leane vnwash'd Artificer Cuts off his tale and talkes of Arthurs death Io. Why seek'st thou to possesse me with these feares Why vrgest thou so oft yong Arthurs death Thy hand hath murdred him I had a mighty cause To wish him dead but thou hadst none to kill him H No had my Lord why did you not prouoke me Iohn It is the curse of Kings to be attended By slaues that take their humors for a warrant To breake within the bloody house of life And on the winking of Authoritie To vnderstand a Law to know the meaning Of dangerous Maiesty when perchance it frownes More vpon humor then aduis'd respect Hub. Heere is your hand and Seale for what I did Ioh. Oh when the last accompt twixt heauen earth Is to be made then shall this hand and Seale Witnesse against vs to damnation How oft the sight of meanes to do ill deeds Make deeds ill done Had'st not thou beene by A fellow by the hand of Nature mark'd Quoted and sign'd to do a deede of shame This murther had not come into my minde But taking note of thy abhorr'd Aspect Finding thee fit for bloody villanie Apt liable to be employ'd in danger I faintly broke with thee of Arthurs death And thou to be endeered to a King Made it no conscience to destroy a Prince Hub. My Lord. Ioh. Had'st thou but shooke thy head or made a pause When I spake darkely what I purposed Or turn'd an eye of doubt vpon my face As bid me tell my tale in expresse words Deepe shame had struck me dumbe made me break off And those thy feares might haue wrought feares in me But thou didst vnderstand me by my signes And didst in signes againe parley with sinne Yea without stop didst let thy heart consent And consequently thy rude hand to acte The deed which both our tongues held vilde to name Out of my sight and neuer see me more My Nobles leaue me and my State is braued Euen at my gates with rankes of forraigne powres Nay in the body of this fleshly Land This kingdome this Confine of blood and breathe Hostilitie and ciuill tumult reignes Betweene my conscience and my Cosins death Hub. Arme you against your other enemies I le make a peace betweene your soule and you Yong Arthur is aliue This hand of mine Is
honourable dewe That siluerly doth progresse on thy cheekes My heart hath melted at a Ladies teares Being an ordinary Inundation But this effusion of such manly drops This showre blowne vp by tempest of the soule Startles mine eyes and makes me more amaz'd Then had I seene the vaultie top of heauen Figur'd quite ore wirh burning Meteors Lift vp thy brow renowned Salisburie And with a great heart heaue away this storme Commend these waters to those baby-eyes That neuer saw the giant-world enrag'd Nor met with Fortune other then at feasts Full warm of blood of mirth of gossipping Come come for thou shalt thrust thy hand as deepe Into the purse of rich prosperity As Lewis himselfe so Nobles shall you all That knit your sinewes to the strength of mine Enter Pandulpho And euen there methinkes an Angell spake Looke where the holy Legate comes apace To giue vs warrant from the hand of heauen And on our actions set the name of right With holy breath Pand. Haile noble Prince of France The next is this King Iohn hath reconcil'd Himselfe to Rome his spirit is come in That so stood out against the holy Church The great Metropolis and Sea of Rome Therefore thy threatning Colours now winde vp And tame the sauage spirit of wilde warre That like a Lion fostered vp at hand It may lie gently at the foot of peace And be no further harmefull then in shewe Dol. Your Grace shall pardon me I will not backe I am too high-borne to be proportied To be a secondary at controll Or vsefull seruing-man and Instrument To any Soueraigne State throughout the world Your breath first kindled the dead coale of warres Betweene this chastiz'd kingdome and my selfe And brought in matter that should feed this fire And now 't is farre too huge to be blowne out With that same weake winde which enkindled it You taught me how to know the face of right Acquainted me with interest to this Land Yea thrust this enterprize into my heart And come ye now to tell me Iohn hath made His peace with Rome what is that peace to me I by the honour of my marriage bed After yong Arthur claime this Land for mine And now it is halfe conquer'd must I backe Because that Iohn hath made his peace with Rome Am I Romes slaue What penny hath Rome borne What men prouided What munition sent To vnder-prop this Action Is' t not I That vnder-goe this charge Who else but I And such as to my claime are liable Sweat in this businesse and maintaine this warre Haue I not heard these Islanders shout out Viue le Roy as I haue bank'd their Townes Haue I not heere the best Cards for the game To winne this easie match plaid for a Crowne And shall I now giue ore the yeelded Set No no on my soule it neuer shall be said Pand. You looke but on the out-side of this worke Dol. Out-side or in-side I will not returne Till my attempt so much be glorified As to my ample hope was promised Before I drew this gallant head of warre And cull'd these fiery spirits from the world To out-looke Conquest and to winne renowne Euen in the iawes of danger and of death What lusty Trumpet thus doth summon vs Enter Bastard Bast According to the faire-play of the world Let me haue audience I am sent to speake My holy Lord of Millane from the King I come to learne how you haue dealt for him And as you answer I doe know the scope And warrant limited vnto my tongue Pand. The Dolphin is too wilfull opposite And will not temporize with my intreaties He flatly saies heeâ—ll not lay downe his Armes Bast By all the bloud that euer fury breath'd The youth saies well Now heare our English King For thus his Royaltie doth speake in me He is prepar'd and reason to he should This apish and vnmannerly approach This harness'd Maske and vnaduised Reuell This vn-heard sawcinesse and boyish Troopes The King doth smile at and is well prepar'd To whip this dwarfish warre this Pigmy Armes From out the circle of his Territories That hand which had the strength euen at your dore To cudgell you and make you take the hatch To diue like Buckets in concealed Welles To crowch in litter of your stable plankes To lye like pawnes lock'd vp in chests and truncks To hug with swine to seeke sweet safety out In vaults and prisons and to thrill and shake Euen at the crying of your Nations crow Thinking this voyce an armed Englishman Shall that victorious hand be feebled heere That in your Chambers gaue you chasticement No know the gallant Monarch is in Armes And like an Eagle o're his ayerie towres To sowsse annoyance that comes neere his Nest And you degenerate you ingrate Reuolts you bloudy Nero's ripping vp the wombe Of your deere Mother-England blush for shame For your owne Ladies and pale-visag'd Maides Like Amazons come tripping after drummes Their thimbles into armed Gantlets change Their Needl's to Lances and their gentle hearts To fierce and bloody inclination Dol. There end thy braue and turn thy face in peace We grant thou canst out-scold vs Far thee well We hold our time too precious to be spent With such a brabler Pan. Giue me leaue to speake Bast No I will speake Dol. We will attend to neyther Strike vp the drummes and let the tongue of warre Pleade for our interest and our being heere Bast Indeede your drums being beaten wil cry out And so shall you being beaten Do but start An eccho with the clamor of thy drumme And euen at hand a drumme is readie brac'd That shall reuerberate all as lowd as thine Sound but a 〈◊〉 and another shall As lowd as thine rattle the Welkins eare And mocke the deepe mouth'd Thunder for at hand Not trusting to this halting Legate heere Whom he hath vs'd rather for sport then neede Is warlike Iohn and in his fore-head sits A bare-rib'd death whose office is this day To feast vpon whole thousands of the French Dol. Strike vp our drummes to finde this danger out Bast And thou shalt finde it Dolphin do not doubt Exeunt Scaena Tertia Alarums Enter Iohn and Hubert Iohn How goes the day with vs oh tell me Hubert Hub. Badly I feare how fares your Maiesty Iohn This Feauer that hath troubled me so long Lyes heauie on me oh my heart is sicke Enter a Messenger Mes My Lord your valiant kinsman Falconbridge Desires your Maiestie to leaue the field And send him word by me which way you go Iohn Tell him toward Swinsted to the Abbey there Mes Be of good comfort for the great supply That was expected by the Dolphin heere Are wrack'd three nights ago on Goodwin sands This newes was brought to Richard but euen now The French fight coldly and retyre themselues Iohn Aye me this tyrant Feauer burnes mee vp And will not let me welcome this good newes Set on toward Swinsted to my Litter
Against the winde the which he prickes and wounds With many legions of strange fantasies Which in their throng and presse to that last hold Counfound themselues 'T is strange y t death shold sing I am the Symer to this pale faint Swan Who chaunts a dolefull hymne to his owne death And from the organ-pipe of frailety sings His soule and body to their lasting rest Sal. Be of good comfort Prince for you are borne To set a forme vpon that indigest Which he hath left so shapelesse and so rude Iohn brought in Iohn I marrie now my soule hath elbow roome It would not out at windowes nor at doores There is so hot a summer in my bosome That all my bowels crumble vp to dust I am a scribled forme drawne with a pen Vpon a Parchment and against this fire Do I shrinke vp Hen. How fares your Maiesty Ioh. Poyson'd ill fare dead forsooke cast off And none of you will bid the winter come To thrust his ycie fingers in my maw Nor let my kingdomes Riuers take their course Through my burn'd bosome nor intreat the North To make his bleake windes kisse my parched lips And comfort me with cold I do not aske you much I begge cold comfort and you are so straight And so ingratefull you deny me that Hen. Oh that there were some vertue in my teares That might releeue you Iohn The salt in them is hot Within me is a hell and there the poyson Is as a fiend confin'd to tyrannize On vnrepreeuable condemned blood Enter Bastard Bast Oh I am scalded with my violent motion And spleene of speede to see your Maiesty Iohn Oh Cozen thou art come to set mine eye The tackle of my heart is crack'd and burnt And all the shrowds wherewith my life should saile Are turned to one thred one little haire My heart hath one poore string to stay it by Which holds but till thy newes be vttered And then all this thou seest is but a clod And module of confounded royalty Bast The Dolphin is preparing hither-ward Where heauen he knowes how we shall answer him For in a night the best part of my powre As I vpon aduantage did remoue Were in the Washes all vnwarily Deuoured by the vnexpected flood Sal. You breath these dead newes in as dead an eare My Liege my Lord but now a King now thus Hen. Euen so must I run on and euen so stop What surety of the world what hope what stay When this was now a King and now is clay Bast Art thou gone so I do but stay behinde To do the office for thee of reuenge And then my soule shall waite on thee to heauen As it on earth hath bene thy seruant still Now now you Starres that moue in your right spheres Where be your powres Shew now your mended faiths And instantly returne with me againe To push destruction and perpetuall shame Out of the weake doore of our fainting Land Straight let vs seeke or straight we shall be sought The Dolphine rages at our verie heeles Sal. It seemes you know not then so much as we The Cardinall Pandulph is within at rest Who halfe an houre since came from the Dolphin And brings from him such offers of our peace As we with honor and respect may take With purpose presently to leaue this warre Bast He will the rather do it when he sees Our selues well sinew'd to our defence Sal. Nay 't is in a manner done already For many carriages hee hath dispatch'd To the sea side and put his cause and quarrell To the disposing of the Cardinall With whom your selfe my selfe and other Lords If you thinke meete this afternoone will poast To consummate this businesse happily Bast Let it be so and you my noble Prince With other Princes that may best be spar'd Shall waite vpon your Fathers Funerall Hen. At Worster must his bodie be interr'd For so he will'd it Bast Thither shall it then And happily may your sweet selfe put on The lineall state and glorie of the Land To whom with all submission on my knee I do bequeath my faithfull seruices And true subiection euerlastingly Sal. And the like tender of our loue wee make To rest without a spot for euermore Hen. I haue a kinde soule that would giue thankes And knowes not how to do it but with teares Bast Oh let vs pay the time but needfull woe Since it hath beene before hand with our greefes This England neuer did nor neuer shall Lye at the proud foote of a Conqueror But when it first did helpe to wound it selfe Now these her Princes are come home againe Come the three corners of the world in Armes And we shall shocke them Naught shall make vs rue If England to it selfe do rest but true Exeunt The life and death of King Richard the Second Actus Primus Scaena Prima Enter King Richard Iohn of Gaunt with other Nobles and Attendants King Richard OLd Iohn of Gaunt time-honoured Lancaster Hast thou according to thy oath and band Brought hither Henry Herford thy bold son Heere to make good y e boistrous late appeale Which then our leysure would not let vs heare Against the Duke of Norfolke Thomas Mowbray Gaunt I haue my Liege King Tell me moreouer hast thou sounded him If he appeale the Duke on ancient malice Or worthily as a good subiect should On some knowne ground of treacherie in him Gaunt As neere as I could sift him on that argument On some apparant danger seene in him Aym'd at your Highnesse no inueterate malice Kin. Then call them to our presence face to face And frowning brow to brow our selues will heare Th' accuser and the accused freely speake High stomackâ—d are they both and full of ire In rage deafe as the sea hastie as fire Enter Bullingbrooke and Mowbray Bul. Many yeares of happy dayes befall My gracious Soueraigne my most louing Liege Mow. Each day still better others happinesse Vntill the heauens enuying earths good hap Adde an immortall title to your Crowne King We thanke you both yet one but flatters vs As well appeareth by the cause you come Namely to appeale each other of high treason Coosin of Hereford what dost thou obiect Against the Duke of Norfolke Thomas Mowbray Bul. First heauen be the record to my speech In the deuotion of a subiects loue Tendering the precious safetie of my Prince And free from other misbegotten hate Come I appealant to this Princely presence Now Thomas Mowbray do I turne to thee And marke my greeting well for what I speake My body shall make good vpon this earth Or my diuine soule answer it in heauen Thou art a Traitor and a Miscreant Too good to be so and too bad to liue Since the more faire and christall is the skie The vglier seeme the cloudes that in it flye Once more the more to aggrauate the note With a foule Traitors name stuffe I thy throte And wish so please my Soueraigne ere I moue What
with Communitie Affoord no extraordinarie Gaze Such as is bent on Sunne-like Maiestie When it shines seldome in admiring Eyes But rather drowz'd and hung their eye-lids downe Slept in his Face and rendred such aspect As Cloudie men vse to doe to their aduersaries Being with his presence glutted gorg'd and full And in that very Line Harry standest thou For thou hast lost thy Princely Priuiledge With vile participation Not an Eye But is a wearie of thy common sight Saue mine which hath desir'd to see thee more Which now doth that I would not haue it doe Make blinde it selfe with foolish tendernesse Prince I shall hereafter my thrice gracious Lord Be more my selfe King For all the World As thou art to this houre was Richard then When I from France set foot at Rauenspurgh And euen as I was then is Percy now Now by my Scepter and my Soule to boot He hath more worthy interest to the State Then thou the shadow of Succession For of no Right nor colour like to Right He doth fill fields with Harneis in the Realme Turnes head against the Lyons armed Iawes And being no more in debt to yeeres then thou Leades ancient Lords and reuerent Bishops on To bloody Battailes and to brusing Armes What neuer-dying Honor hath he got Against renowned Dowglas whose high Deedes Whose hot Incursions and great Name in Armes Holds from all Souldiers chiefe Maioritie And Militarie Title Capitall Through all the Kingdomes that acknowledge Christ Thrice hath the Hotspur Mars in swathing Clothes This Infant Warrior in his Enterprises Discomfited great Dowglas ta'ne him once Enlarged him and made a friend of him To fill the mouth of deepe Defiance vp And shake the peace and safetie of our Throne And what say you to this Percy Northumberland The Arch-bishops Grace of Yorke Dowglas Mortimer Capitulate against vs and are vp But wherefore doe I tell these Newes to thee Why Harry doe I tell thee of my Foes Which art my neer'st and dearest Enemie Thou that art like enough through vassall Feare Base Inclination and the start of Spleene To fight against me vnder Percies pay To dogge his heeles and curtsie at his frownes To shew how much thou art degenerate Prince Doe not thinke so you shall not finde it so And Heauen forgiue them that so much haue sway'd Your Maiesties good thoughts away from me I will redeeme all this on Percies head And in the closing of some glorious day Be bold to tell you that I am your Sonne When I will weare a Garment all of Blood And staine my fauours in a bloody Maske Which washt away shall scowre my shame with it And that shall be the day when ere it lights That this same Child of Honor and Renowne This gallant Hotspur this all-praysed Knight And your vnthought-of Harry chance to meet For euery Honor fitting on his Helme Would they were multitudes and on my head My shames redoubled For the time will come That I shall make this Northerne Youth exchange His glorious Deedes for my Indignities Percy is but my Factor good my Lord To engrosse vp glorious Deedes on my behalfe And I will call him to so strict account That he shall render euery Glory vp Yea euen the sleightest worship of his time Or I will teare the Reckoning from his Heart This in the Name of Heauen I promise here The which if I performe and doe suruiue I doe beseech your Maiestie may salue The long-growne Wounds of my intemperature If not the end of Life cancells all Bands And I will dye a hundred thousand Deaths Ere breake the smallest parcell of this Vow King A hundred thousand Rebels dye in this Thou shalt haue Charge and soueraigne trust herein Enter Blunt How now good Blunt thy Lookes are full of speed Blunt So hath the Businesse that I come to speake of Lord Mortimer of Scotland hath sent word That Dowglas and the English Rebels met The eleuenth of this moneth at Shrewsbury A mightie and a fearefull Head they are If Promises be kept on euery hand As euer offered foule play in a State King The Earle of Westmerland set forth to day With him my sonne Lord Iohn of Lancaster For this aduertisement is fiue dayes old On Wednesday next Harry thou shalt set forward On Thursday wee our selues will march Our meeting is Bridgenorth and Harry you shall march Through Glocestershire by which account Our Businesse valued some twelue dayes hence Our generall Forces at Bridgenorth shall meete Our Hands are full of Businesse let 's away Aduantage feedes him fat while men delay Exeunt Scena Tertia Enter Falstaffe and Bardolph Falst. Bardolph am I not falne away vilely since this last action doe I not bate doe I not dwindle Why my skinne hangs about me like an olde Ladies loose Gowne I am withered like an olde Apple Iohn Well I le repent and that suddenly while I am in some liâ—ing I shall be out of heart shortly and then I shall haue no strength to repent And I haue not forgotten what the in-side of a Church is made of I am a Pepper Corne a Brewers Horse the in-side of a Church Company villanous Company hath beene the spoyle of me Bard. Sir Iohn you are so fretfull you cannot liue long Falst Why there is it Come sing me a bawdy Song make me merry I was as vertuously giuen as a Gentleman need to be vertuous enough swore little dic'd not aboue seuen times a weeke went to a Bawdy-house not aboue once in a quarter of an houre payd Money that I borrowed three or foure times liued well and in good compasse and now I liue out of all order out of compasse Bard. Why you are so fat Sir Iohn that you must â—edes bee out of all compasse out of all reasonable compasse Sir Iohn Falst Doe thou amend thy Face and I le amend thy Life Thou art our Admirall thou bearest the Lanterne in the Poope but 't is in the Nose of thee thou art the Knight of the burning Lampe Bard. Why Sir Iohn my Face does you no harme Falst No I le be sworne I make as good vse of it as many a man doth of a Deaths-Head or a Memento Mori I neuer see thy Face but I thinke vpon Hell fire and Diues that liued in Purple for there he is in his Robes burning burning If thou wert any way giuen to vertue I would sweare by thy Face my Oath should bee By this Fire But thou art altogether giuen ouer and wert indeede but for the Light in thy Face the Sunne of vtter Darkenesse When thou raâ—'st vp Gads-Hill in the Night to catch my Horse if I did not thinke that thou hadst beene an Ignis fatnus or a Ball of Wild-fire there 's no Purchase in Money O thou art a perpetuall Triumph an euerlasting Bone-fire-Light thou hast saued me a thousand Markes in Linkes and Torches walking with thee in the Night betwixt Tauerne and Tauerne But the Sack that thou hast drunke me
Amitie War There is a Historie in all mens Liues Figuring the nature of the Times deceas'd The which obseru'd a man may prophecie With a neere ayme of the maine chance of things As yet not come to Life which in their Seedes And weake beginnings lye entreasured Such things become the Hatch and Brood of Time And by the necessarie forme of this King Richard might create a perfect guesse That great Northumberland then false to him Would of that Seed grow to a greater falsenesse Which should not finde a ground to roote vpon Vnlesse on you King Are these things then Necessities Then let vs meete them like Necessities And that same word euen now cryes out on vs They say the Bishop and Northumberland Are fiftie thousand strong War It cannot be my Lord Rumor doth double like the Voice and Eccho The numbers of the feared Please it your Grace To goe to bed vpon my Life my Lord The Pow'rs that you alreadie haue sent forth Shall bring this Prize in very easily To comfort you the more I haue receiu'd A certaine instance that Glendour is dead Your Maiestie hath beene this fort-night ill And these vnseason'd howres perforce must adde Vnto your Sicknesse King I will take your counsaile And were these inward Warres once out of hand Wee would deare Lords vnto the Holy-Land Exeunt Scena Secunda Enter Shallow and Silence with Mouldie Shadow Wart Feeble Bull-calfe Shal. Come-on come-on come-on giue mee your Hand Sir giue mee your Hand Sir an early stirrer by the Rood And how doth my good Cousin Silence Sil. Good-morrow good Cousin Shallow Shal. And how doth my Cousin your Bed-fellow and your fairest Daughter and mine my God-Daughter Ellen Sil. Alas a blacke Ouzell Cousin Shallow Shal. By yea and nay Sir I dare say my Cousin William is become a good Scholler hee is at Oxford still is hee not Sil. Indeede Sir to my cost Shal. Hee must then to the Innes of Court shortly I was once of Clements Inne where I thinke they will talke of mad Shallow yet Sil. You were call'd lustie Shallow then Cousin Shal. I was call'd any thing and I would haue done any thing indeede too and roundly too There was I and little Iohn Doit of Staffordshire and blacke George Bare and Francis Pick-bone and Will Squele a Cot-sal-man you had not foure such Swindge-bucklers in all the Innes of Court againe And I may say to you wee knew where the Bona-Roba's were and had the best of them all at commandement Then was Iacke Falstaffe now Sir Iohn a Boy and Page to Thomas Mowbray Duke of Norfolke Sil. This Sir Iohn Cousin that comes hither anon about Souldiers Shal. The same Sir Iohn the very same I saw him breake Scoggan's Head at the Court-Gate when hee was a Crack not thus high and the very same day did I fight with one Sampson Stock-fish a Fruiterer behinde Greyes-Inne Oh the mad dayes that I haue spent and to see how many of mine olde Acquaintance are dead Sil. Wee shall all follow Cousin Shal. Certaine 't is certaine very sure very sure Death is certaine to all all shall dye How a good Yoke of Bullocks at Stamford Fayre Sil. Truly Cousin I was not there Shal. Death is certaine Is old Double of your Towne liuing yet Sil. Dead Sir Shal. Dead See see hee drew a good Bow and dead hee shot a fine shoote Iohn of Gaunt loued him well and betted much Money on his head Dead hee would haue clapt in the Clowt at Twelue-score and carryed you a fore-hand Shaft at foureteene and foureteene and a halfe that it would haue done a mans heart good to see How a score of Ewes now Sil. Thereafter as they be a score of good Ewes may be worth tenne pounds Shal. And is olde Double dead Enter Bardolph and his Boy Sil. Heere come two of Sir Iohn Falstaffes Men as I thinke Shal. Good-morrow honest Gentlemen Bard. I beseech you which is Iustice Shallow Shal. I am Robert Shallow Sir a poore Esquire of this Countie and one of the Kings Iustices of the Peace What is your good pleasure with me Bard. My Captaine Sir commends him to you my Captaine Sir Iohn Falstaffe a tall Gentleman and a most gallant Leader Shal. Hee greetes me well Sir I knew him a good Back-Sword-man How doth the good Knight may I aske how my Lady his Wife doth Bard. Sir pardon a Souldier is better accommodated then with a Wife Shal. It is well said Sir and it is well said indeede too Better accommodated it is good yea indeede is it good phrases are surely and euery where very commendable Accommodated it comes of Accommodo very good a good Phrase Bard. Pardon Sir I haue heard the word Phrase call you it by this Day I know not the Phrase but I will maintaine the Word with my Sword to bee a Souldier-like Word and a Word of exceeding good Command Accommodated that is when a man is as they say accommodated or when a man is being whereby he thought to be accommodated which is an excellent thing Enter Falstaffe Shal. It is very iust Looke heere comes good Sir Iohn Giue me your hand giue me your Worships good hand Trust me you looke well and beare your yeares very well Welcome good Sir Iohn Fal. I am glad to see you well good M. Robert Shallow Master Sure-card as I thinke Shal. No sir Iohn it is my Cosin Silence in Commission with mee Fal. Good M. Silence it well befits you should be of the peace Sil. Your good Worship is welcome Fal. Fye this is hot weather Gentlemen haue you prouided me heere halfe a dozen of sufficient men Shal. Marry haue we sir Will you sit Fal. Let me see them I beseech you Shal. Where 's the Roll Where 's the Roll Where 's the Roll Let me see let me see let me see so so so so yea marry Sir Raphe Mouldie let them appeare as I call let them do so let them do so Let mee see Where is Mouldie Moul. Heere if it please you Shal. What thinke you Sir Iohn a good limb'd fellow yong strong and of good friends Fal. Is thy name Mouldie Moul. Yea if it please you Fal. 'T is the more time thou wert vs'd Shal. Ha ha ha most excellent Things that are mouldie lacke vse very singular good Well saide Sir Iohn very well said Fal. Pricke him Moul. I was prickt well enough before if you could haue let me alone my old Dame will be vndone now for one to doe her Husbandry and her Drudgery you need not to haue prickt me there are other men fitter to goe out then I. Fal. Go too peace Mouldie you shall goe Mouldie it is time you were spent Moul. Spent Shallow Peace fellow peace stand aside Know you where you are For the other sir Iohn Let me see Simon Shadow Fal. I marry let me haue him to sit vnder he 's like to be a cold souldier Shal. Where 's Shadow Shad. Heere sir
me many yeares I should not dye but in Ierusalem Which vainly I suppos'd the Holy-Land But beare me to that Chamber there I le lye In that Ierusalem shall Harry dye Exeunt Actus Quintus Scoena Prima Enter Shallow Silence Falstaffe Bardolfe Page and Dauie Shal. By Cocke and Pye you shall not away to night What Dauy I say Fal. You must excuse me M. Robert Shallow Shal. I will not excuse you you shall not be excused Excuses shall not be admitted there is no excuse shall serue you shall not be excus'd Why Dauie Dauie Heere sir Shal. Dauy Dauy Dauy let me see Dauy let me see William Cooke bid him come hither Sir Iohn you shal not be excus'd Dauy. Marry sir thus those Precepts cannot bee seru'd and againe sir shall we sowe the head-land with Wheate Shal. With red Wheate Dauy. But for William Cook are there no yong Pigeons Dauy. Yes Sir Heere is now the Smithes note for Shooing And Plough-Irons Shal. Let it be cast and payde Sir Iohn you shall not be excus'd Dauy. Sir a new linke to the Bucket must needes bee had And Sir doe you meane to stoppe any of Williams Wages about the Sacke he lost the other day at Hinckley Fayre Shal. He shall answer it Some Pigeons Dauy a couple of short-legg'd Hennes a ioynt of Mutton and any pretty little tine Kickshawes tell William Cooke Dauy. Doth the man of Warre stay all night sir Shal. Yes Dauy I will vse him well A Friend i' th Court is better then a penny in purse Vse his men well Dauy for they are arrant Knaues and will backe-bite Dauy. No worse then they are bitten sir For they haue maruellous fowle linnen Shallow Well conceited Dauy about thy Businesse Dauy. Dauy. I beseech you sir To countenance William Visor of Woncot against Clement Perkes of the hill Shal. There are many Complaints Dauy against that Visor that Visor is an arrant Knaue on my knowledge Dauy. I graunt your Worship that he is a knaue Sir But yet heauen forbid Sir but a Knaue should haue some Countenance at his Friends request An honest man sir is able to speake for himselfe when a Knaue is not I haue seru'd your Worshippe truely sir these eight yeares and if I cannot once or twice in a Quarter beare out a knaue against an honest man I haue but a very litle credite with your Worshippe The Knaue is mine honest Friend Sir therefore I beseech your Worship let him bee Countenanc'd Shal. Go too I say he shall haue no wrong Looke about Dauy. Where are you Sir Iohn Come off with your Boots Giue me your hand M. Bardolfe Bard. I am glad to see your Worship Shal. I thanke thee with all my heart kinde Master Bardolfe and welcome my tall Fellow Come Sir Iohn Falstaffe I le follow you good Master Robert Shallow Bardolfe looke to our Horsses If I were saw'de into Quantities I should make foure dozen of such bearded Hermites staues as Master Shallow It is a wonderfull thing to see the semblable Cohetence of his mens spirits and his They by obseruing of him do beare themselues like foolish Iustices Hee by conuersing with them is turn'd into a Iustice-like Seruingman Their spirits are so married in Coniunction with the participation of Society that they flocke together in consent like so many Wilde-Geese If I had a suite to Mayster Shallow I would humour his men with the imputation of beeing neere their Mayster If to his Men I would currie with Maister Shallow that no man could better command his Seruants It is certaine that either wise bearing or ignorant Carriage is caught as men take diseases one of another therefore let men take heede of their Companie I will deuise matter enough out of this Shallow to keepe Prince Harry in continuall Laughter the wearing out of sixe Fashions which is foure Tearmes or two Actions and he shall laugh with Interuallums O it is much that a Lye with a flight Oath and a iest with â— sadde brow will doe with a Fellow that neuer had the Ache in his shoulders O you shall see him laugh till his Face be like a wet Cloake ill laid vp Shal. Sir Iohn Falst I come Master Shallow I come Master Shallow Exeunt Scena Secunda Enter the Earle of Warwicke and the Lord Chiefe Iustice Warwicke How now my Lord Chiefe Iustice whether away Ch. Iust How doth the King Warw. Exceeding well his Cares Are now all ended Ch. Iust I hope not dead Warw. Hee 's walk'd the way of Nature And to our purposes he liues no more Ch. Iust I would his Maiesty had call'd me with him The seruice that I truly did his life Hath left me open to all iniuries War Indeed I thinke the yong King loues you not Ch. Iust I know he doth not and do arme my selfe To welcome the condition of the Time Which cannot looke more hideously vpon me Then I haue drawne it in my fantasie Enter Iohn of Lancaster Gloucester and Clarence War Heere come the heauy Issue of dead Harrie O that the liuing Harrie had the temper Of him the worst of these three Gentlemen How many Nobles then should hold their places That must strike saile to Spirits of vilde sort Ch. Iust Alas I feare all will be ouer-turn'd Iohn Good morrow Cosin Warwick good morrow Glou. Cla. Good morrow Cosin Iohn We meet like men that had forgot to speake War We do remember but our Argument Is all too heauy to admit much talke Ioh. Well Peace be with him that hath made vs heauy Ch. Iust Peace be with vs least we be heauier Glou. O good my Lord you haue lost a friend indeed And I dare sweare you borrow not that face Of seeming sorrow it is sure your owne Iohn Though no man be assur'd what grace to finde You stand in coldest expectation I am the sorrier would 't were otherwise Cla. Wel you must now speake Sir Iohn Falstaffe faire Which swimmes against your streame of Quality Ch. Iust Sweet Princes what I did I did in Honor Led by th' Imperiall Conduct of my Soule And neuer shall you see that I will begge A ragged and fore-stall'd Remission If Troth and vpright Innocency fayle me I le to the King my Master that is dead And tell him who hath sent me after him War Heere comes the Prince Enter Prince Henrie Ch. Iust Good morrow and heauen saue your Maiesty Prince This new and gorgeous Garment Maiesty Sits not so easie on me as you thinke Brothers you mixe your Sadnesse with some Feare This is the English not the Turkish Court Not Amurah an Amurah succeeds But Harry Harry Yet be sad good Brothers For to speake truth it very well becomes you Sorrow so Royally in you appeares That I will deeply put the Fashion on And weare it in my heart Why then be sad But entertaine no more of it good Brothers Then a ioynt burthen laid vpon vs all For me by Heauen I bid you be
my leaue of thee faire Sonne Borne to eclipse thy Life this afternoone Come side by side together liue and dye And Soule with Soule from France to Heauen flye Exit Alarum Excursions wherein Talbots Sonne is hemm'd about and Talbot rescues him Talb. Saint George and Victory fight Souldiers fight The Regent hath with Talbot broke his word And left vs to the rage of France his Sword Where is Iohn Talbot pawse and take thy breath I gaue thee Life and rescu'd thee from Death Iohn O twice my Father twice am I thy Sonne The Life thou gau'st me first was lost and done Till with thy Warlike Sword despight of Fate To my determin'd time thou gau'st new date Talb. When frō the Dolphins Crest thy Sword struck fire It warm'd thy Fathers heart with prowd desire Of bold-fac't Victorie Then Leaden Age Quicken'd with Youthfull Spleene and Warlike Rage Beat downe Alanson Orleance Burgundie And from the Pride of Gallia rescued thee The irefull Bastard Orleance that drew blood From thee my Boy and had the Maidenhood Of thy first fight I soone encountred And interchanging blowes I quickly shed Some of his Bastard blood and in disgrace Bespoke him thus Contaminated base And mis-begotten blood I spill of thine Meane and right poore for that pure blood of mine Which thou didst force from Talbot my braue Boy Here purposing the Bastard to destroy Came in strong rescue Speake thy Fathers care Art thou not wearie Iohn How do'st thou fare Wilt thou yet leaue the Battaile Boy and flie Now thou art seal'd the Sonne of Chiualrie Flye to reuenge my death when I am dead The helpe of one stands me in little stead Oh too much folly is it well I wot To hazard all our liues in one small Boat If I to day dye not with Frenchmens Rage To morrow I shall dye with mickle Age. By me they nothing gaine and if I stay 'T is but the shortning of my Life one day In thee thy Mother dyes our Households Name My Deaths Reuenge thy Youth and Englands Fame All these and more we hazard by thy stay All these are sau'd if thou wilt flye away Iohn The Sword of Orleance hath not made me smart These words of yours draw Life-blood from my Heart On that aduantage bought with such a shame To saue a paltry Life and slay bright Fame Before young Talbot from old Talbot flye The Coward Horse that beares me fall and dye And like me to the pesant Boyes of France To be Shames scorne and subiect of Mischance Surely by all the Glorie you haue wonne And if I flye I am not Talbots Sonne Then talke no more of flight it is no boot If Sonne to Talbot dye at Talbots foot Talb. Then follow thou thy desp'rate Syre of Creet Thou Icarus thy Life to me is sweet If thou wilt fight fight by thy Fathers side And commendable prou'd let 's dye in pride Exit Alarum Excursions Enter old Talbot led Talb. Where is my other Life mine owne is gone O where 's young Talbot where is valiant Iohn Triumphant Death smear'd with Captiuitie Young Talbots Valour makes me smile at thee When he perceiu'd me shrinke and on my Knee His bloodie Sword he brandisht ouer mee And like a hungry Lyon did commence Rough deeds of Rage and sterne Impatience But when my angry Guardant stood alone Tendring my ruine and assayl'd of none Dizzie-ey'd Furie and great rage of Heart Suddenly made him from my side to start Into the clustring Battaile of the French And in that Sea of Blood my Boy did drench His ouer-mounting Spirit and there di'de My Icarus my Blossome in his pride Enter with Iohn Talbot borne Seru. O my deare Lord loe where your Sonne is borne Tal. Thou antique Death which laugh'st vs here to scorn Anon from thy insulting Tyrannie Coupled in bonds of perpetuitie Two Talbots winged through the lither Skie In thy despight shall scape Mortalitie O thou whose wounds become hard fauoured death Speake to thy father ere thou yeeld thy breath Braue death by speaking whither he will or no Imagine him a Frenchman and thy Foe Poore Boy he smiles me thinkes as who should say Had Death bene French then Death had dyed to day Come come and lay him in his Fathers armes My spirit can no longer beare these harmes Souldiers adieu I haue what I would haue Now my old armes are yong Iohn Talbots graue Dyes Enter Charles Alanson Burgundie Bastard and Pucell Char. Had Yorke and Somerset brought rescue in We should haue found a bloody day of this Bast How the yong whelpe of Talbots raging wood Did flesh his punie-sword in Frenchmens blood Puc Once I encountred him and thus I said Thou Maiden youth be vanquisht by a Maide But with a proud Maiesticall high scorne He answer'd thus Yong Talbot was not borne To be the pillage of a Giglot Wench So rushing in the bowels of the French He left me proudly as vnworthy fight Bur. Doubtlesse he would haue made a noble Knight See where he lyes inherced in the armes Of the most bloody Nursser of his harmes Bast Hew them to peeces hack their bones assunder Whose life was Englands glory Gallia's wonder Char. Oh no forbeare For that which we haue fled During the life let vs not wrong it dead Enter Lucie Lu. Herald conduct me to the Dolphins Tent To know who hath obtain'd the glory of the day Char. On what submissiue message art thou sent Lucy Submission Dolphin Ti◠a meere French word We English Warriours wot not what it meanes I come to know what Prisoner thou hast tane And to suruey the bodies of the dead Char. For prisoners askst thou Hell our prison is But tell me whom thou seek'st Luc. But where 's the great Alcides of the field Valiant Lord Talbot Earle of Shrewsbury Created for his rare successe in Armes Great Earle of Washford Waterford and Valence Lord Talbot of Goodrig and Vrchinfield Lord Strange of Blackmere Lord Verdon of Alton Lord Cromwell of Wingefield Lord Furniuall of Sheffeild The thrice victorious Lord of Falconbridge Knight of the Noble Order of S. George Worthy S. Michael and the Golden Fleece Great Marshall to Henry the sixt Of all his Warres within the Realme of France Puc Heere 's a silly stately stile indeede The Turke that two and fiftie Kingdomes hath Writes not so tedious a Stile as this Him that thou magnifi'st with all these Titles Stinking and fly-blowne lyes heere at our feete Lucy Is Talbot slaine the Frenchmens only Scourge Your Kingdomes terror and blacke Nemesis Oh were mine eye-balles into Bullets turn'd That I in rage might shoot them at your faces Oh that I could but call these dead to life It were enough to fright the Realme of France Were but his Picture left amongst you here It would amaze the prowdest of you all Giue me their Bodyes that I may beare them hence And giue them Buriall as beseemes their worth Pucel I thinke this vpstart is old Talbots
That shall salute our rightfull Soueraigne With honor of his Birth-right to the Crowne Both. Long liue our Soueraigne Richard Englands King Yorke We thanke you Lords But I am not your King till I be Crown'd And that my Sword be stayn'd With heart-blood of the House of Lancaster And that 's not suddenly to be perform'd But with aduice and silent secrecie Doe you as I doe in these dangerous dayes Winke at the Duke of Saffolkes insolence At Beaufords Pride at Somersets Ambition At Buckingham and all the Crew of them Till they haue snar'd the Shepheard of the Flock That vertuous Prince the good Duke Humfrey 'T is that they seeke and they in seeking that Shall finde their deaths if Yorke â—an prophecie Salisb. My Lord breake we off we know your minde at full Warw. My heart assures me that the Earle of Warwick Shall one day make the Duke of Yorke a King Yorke And Neuill this I doe assure my selfe Richard shall liue to make the Earle of Warwick The greatest man in England but the King Exeunt Sound Trumpets Enter the King and State with Guard to banish the Duchesse King Stand forth Dame Elianor Cobham Glosters Wife In sight of God and vs your guilt is great Receiue the Sentence of the Law for sinne Such as by Gods Booke are adiudg'd to death You foure from hence to Prison back againe From thence vnto the place of Execution The Witch in Smithfield shall be burnt to ashes And you three shall be strangled on the Gallowes You Madame for you are more Nobly-borne Despoyled of your Honor in your Life Shall after three dayes open Penance done Liue in your Countrey here in Banishment With Sir Iohn Stanly in the I le of Man Elianor Welcome is Banishment welcome were my Death Glost Elianor the Law thou seest hath iudged thee I cannot iustifie whom the Law condemnes Mine eyes are full of teares my heart of griefe Ah Humfrey this dishonor in thine age Will bring thy head with sorrow to the ground I beseech your Maiestie giue me leaue to goe Sorrow would sollace and mine Age would ease King Stay Humfrey Duke of Gloster Ere thou goe giue vp thy Staffe Henry will to himselfe Protector be And God shall be my hope my stay my guide And Lanthorne to my feete And goe in peace Humfrey no lesse belou'd Then when thou wert Protector to thy King Queene I see no reason why a King of yeeres Should be to be protected like a Child God and King Henry gouerne Englands Realme Giue vp your Staffe Sir and the King his Realme Glost My Staffe Here Noble Henry is my Staffe As willingly doe I the same resigne As ere thy Father Henry made it mine And euen as willingly at thy feete I leaue it As others would ambitiously receiue it Farewell good King when I am dead and gone May honorable Peace attend thy Throne Exit Gloster Queene Why now is Henry King and Margaret Queen And Humfrey Duke of Gloster scarce himselfe That beares so shrewd a mayme two Pulls at once His Lady banisht and a Limbe lopt off This Staffe of Honor raught there let it stand Where it best fits to be in Henries hand Suff. Thus droupes this loftie Pyne hangs his sprayes Thus Elianors Pride dyes in her youngest dayes Yorke Lords let him goe Please it your Maiestie This is the day appointed for the Combat And ready are the Appellant and Defendant The Armorer and his Man to enter the Lists So please your Highnesse to behold the fight Queene I good my Lord for purposely therefore Left I the Court to see this Quarrell try'de King A Gods Name see the Lyfts and all things fit Here let them end it and God defend the right Yorke I neuer saw a fellow worse bestead Or more afraid to fight then is the Appellant The seruant of this Armorer my Lords Enter at one Doore the Armorer and his Neighbors drinking to him so much that hee is drunke and he enters with a Drumme before him and his Staffe with a Sand-bagge fastened to it and at the other Doore his Man with a Drumme and Sand-bagge and Prentices drinking to him 1. Neighbor Here Neighbour Horner I drinke to you in a Cup of Sack and feare not Neighbor you shall doe well enough 2. Neighbor And here Neighbour here 's a Cuppe of Charneco 3. Neighbor And here 's a Pot of good Double-Beere Neighbor drinke and feare not your Man Armorer Let it come yfaith and I le pledge you all and a figge for Peter 1. Prent. Here Peter I drinke to thee and be not afraid 2. Prent. Be merry Peter and feare not thy Master Fight for credit of the Prentices Peter I thanke you all drinke and pray for me I pray you for I thinke I haue taken my last Draught in this World Here Robin and if I dye I giue thee my Aporne and Will thou shalt haue my Hammer and here Tom take all the Money that I haue O Lord blesse me I pray God for I am neuer able to deale with my Master hee hath learnt so much fence already Salisb. Come leaue your drinking and fall to blowes Sirrha what 's thy Name Peter Peter forsooth Salisb. Peter what more Peter Thumpe Salisb. Thumpe Then see thou thumpe thy Master well Armorer Masters I am come hither as it were vpon my Mans instigation to proue him a Knaue and my selfe an honest man and touching the Duke of Yorke I will take my death I neuer meant him any ill nor the King nor the Queene and therefore Peter haue at thee with a downe-right blow Yorke Dispatch this Knaues tongue begins to double Sound Trumpets Alarum to the Combattants They fight and Peter strikes him downe Armorer Hold Peter hold I confesse I confesse Treason Yorke Take away his Weapon Fellow thanke God and the good Wine in thy Masters way Peter O God haue I ouercome mine Enemies in this presence O Peter thou hast preuayl'd in right King Goe take hence that Traytor from our sight For by his death we doe perceiue his guilt And God in Iustice hath reueal'd to vs The truth and innocence of this poore fellow Which he had thought to haue murther'd wrongfully Come fellow follow vs for thy Reward Sound a flourish Exeunt Enter Duke Humfrey and his Men in Mourning Cloakes Glost Thus sometimes hath the brightest day a Cloud And after Summer euermore succeedes Barren Winter with his wrathfull nipping Cold So Cares and Ioyes abound at Seasons fleet Sirs what 's a Clock Seru. Tenne my Lord. Glost Tenne is the houre that was appointed me To watch the comming of my punisht Duchesse Vnneath may shee endure the Flintie Streets To treade them with her tender-feeling feet Sweet Nell ill can thy Noble Minde abrooke The abiect People gazing on thy face With enuious Lookes laughing at thy shame That erst did follow thy prowd Chariot-Wheeles When thou didst ride in triumph through the streets But soft I thinke she comes and I
it out With Riuers Vaughan Grey and so 't will doe With some men else that thinke themselues as safe As thou and I who as thou know'st are deare To Princely Richard and to Buckingham Cates. The Princes both make high account of you For they account his Head vpon the Bridge Hast I know they doe and I haue well deseru'd it Enter Lord Stanley Come on come on where is your Bore-speare man Feare you the Bore and goe so vnprouided Stan. My Lord good morrow good morrow Catesby You may ieast on but by the holy Rood I doe not like these seuerall Councels I. Hast My Lord I hold my Life as deare as yours And neuer in my dayes I doe protest Was it so precious to me as 't is now Thinke you but that I know our state secure I would be so triumphant as I am Sta. The Lords at Pomfret whē they rode from London Were iocund and suppos'd their states were sure And they indeed had no cause to mistrust But yet you see how soone the Day o're-cast This sudden stab of Rancour I misdoubt Pray God I say I proue a needlesse Coward What shall we toward the Tower the day is spent Hast Come come haue with you Wot you what my Lord To day the Lords you talke of are beheaded Sta. They for their truth might better wear their Heads Then some that haue accus'd them weare their Hats But come my Lord let 's away Enter a Pursuiuant Hast Goe on before I le talke with this good fellow Exit Lord Stanley and Catesby How now Sirrha how goes the World with thee Purs The better that your Lordship please to aske Hast I tell thee man 't is better with me now Then when thou met'st me last where now we meet Then was I going Prisoner to the Tower By the suggestion of the Queenes Allyes But now I tell thee keepe it to thy selfe This day those Enemies are put to death And I in better state then ere I was Purs God hold it to your Honors good content Hast Gramercie fellow there drinke that for me Throwes him his Purse Purs I thanke your Honor. Exit Pursuiuant Enter a Priest Priest Well met my Lord I am glad to see your Honor Hast. I thanke thee good Sir Iohn with all my heart I am in your debt for your last Exercise Come the next Sabboth and I will content you Priest I le wait vpon your Lordship Enter Buckingham Buc. What talking with a Priest Lord Chamberlaine Your friends at Pomfret they doe need the Priest Your Honor hath no shriuing worke in hand Hast Good faith and when I met this holy man The men you talke of came into my minde What goe you toward the Tower Buc. I doe my Lord but long I cannot stay there I shall returne before your Lordship thence Hast Nay like enough for I stay Dinner there Buc. And Supper too although thou know'st it not Come will you goe Hast I le wait vpon your Lordship Exeunt Scena Tertia Enter Sir Richard Ratcliffe with Halberds carrying the Nobles to death at Pomfret Riuers Sir Richard Ratcliffe let me tell thee this To day shalt thou behold a Subiect die For Truth for Dutie and for Loyaltie Grey God blesse the Prince from all the Pack of you A Knot you are of damned Blood-suckers Vaugh You liue that shall cry woe for this heereafter Rat. Dispatch the limit of your Liues is out Riuers O Pomfret Pomfret O thou bloody Prison Fatall and ominous to Noble Peeres Within the guiltie Closure of thy Walls Richard the Second here was hackt to death And for more slander to thy dismall Seat Wee giue to thee our guiltlesse blood to drinke Grey Now Margarets Curse is falne vpon our Heads When shee exclaim'd on Hastings you and I For standing by when Richard stab'd her Sonne Riuers Then curs'd shee Richard Then curs'd shee Buckingham Then curs'd shee Hastings Oh remember God To heare her prayer for them as now for vs And for my Sister and her Princely Sonnes Be satisfy'd deare God with our true blood Which as thou know'st vniustly must be spilt Rat. Make haste the houre of death is expiate Riuers Come Grey come Vaughan let vs here embrace Farewell vntill we meet againe in Heauen Exeunt Scaena Quarta Enter Buckingham Darby Hastings Bishop of Ely Norfolke Ratcliffe Louell with others at a Table Hast Now Noble Peeres the cause why we are met Is to determine of the Coronation In Gods Name speake when is the Royall day Buck. Is all things ready for the Royall time Darb. It is and wants but nomination Ely To morrow then I iudge a happie day Buck. Who knowes the Lord Protectors mind herein Who is most inward with the Noble Duke Ely Your Grace we thinke should soonest know his minde Buck. We know each others Faces for our Hearts He knowes no more of mine then I of yours Or I of his my Lord then you of mine Lord Hastings you and he are neere in loue Hast I thanke his Grace I know he loues me well But for his purpose in the Coronation I haue not sounded him nor he deliuer'd His gracious pleasure any way therein But you my Honorable Lords may name the time And in the Dukes behalfe I le giue my Voice Which I presume hee 'le take in gentle part Enter Gloucester Ely In happie time here comes the Duke himselfe Rich. My Noble Lords and Cousins all good morrow I haue beene long a sleeper but I trust My absence doth neglect no great designe Which by my presence might haue beene concluded Buck. Had you not come vpon your O my Lord William Lord Hastings had pronounc'd your part I meane your Voice for Crowning of the King Rich. Then my Lord Hastings no man might be bolder His Lordship knowes me well and loues me well My Lord of Ely when I was last in Holborne I saw good Strawberries in your Garden there I doe beseech you send for some of them Ely Mary and will my Lord with all my heart Exit Bishop Rich. Cousin of Buckingham a word with you Catesby hath sounded Hastings in our businesse And findes the testie Gentleman so hot That he will lose his Head ere giue consent His Masters Child as worshipfully he tearmes it Shall lose the Royaltie of Englands Throne Buck. Withdraw your selfe a while I le goe with you Exeunt Darb. We haue not yet set downe this day of Triumph To morrow in my iudgement is too sudden For I my selfe am not so well prouided As else I would be were the day prolong'd Enter the Bishop of Ely Ely Where is my Lord the Duke of Gloster I haue sent for these Strawberries Ha. His Grace looks chearfully smooth this morning There 's some conceit or other likes him well When that he bids good morrow with such spirit I thinke there 's neuer a man in Christendome Can lesser hide his loue or hate then hee For by his Face straight shall
quicke Qu. O no my Reasons are too deepe and dead Too deepe and dead poore Infants in their graues Harpe on it still shall I till heart-strings breake Rich. Harpe not on that string Madam that is past Now by my George my Garter and my Crowne Qu. Prophan'd dishonor'd and the third vsurpt Rich. I sweare Qu. By nothing for this is no Oath Thy George prophan'd hath lost his Lordly Honor Thy Garter blemish'd pawn'd his Knightly Vertue Thy Crowne vsurp'd disgrac'd his Kingly Glory If something thou would'st sweare to be beleeu'd Sweare then by something that thou hast not wrong'd Rich. Then by my Selfe Qu. Thy Selfe is selfe-misvs'd Rich. Now by the World Qu. 'T is full of thy foule wrongs Rich. My Fathers death Qu. Thy life hath it dishonor'd Rich. Why then by Heauen Qu. Heauens wrong is most of all If thou didd'st feare to breake an Oath with him The vnity the King my husband made Thou had'st not broken nor my Brothers died If thou had'st fear'd to breake an oath by him Th' Imperiall mettall circling now thy head Had grac'd the tender temples of my Child And both the Princes had bene breathing heere Which now two tender Bed-fellowes for dust Thy broken Faith hath made the prey for Wormes What can'st thou sweare by now Rich. The time to come Qu. That thou hast wronged in the time ore-past For I my selfe haue many teares to wash Heereafter time for time past wrong'd by thee The Children liue whose Fathers thou hast slaughter'd Vngouern'd youth to waile it with their age The Parents liue whose Children thou hast butcher'd Old barren Plants to waile it with their Age. Sweare not by time to come for that thou hast Misvs'd ere vs'd by times ill-vs'd repast Rich. As I entend to prosper and repent So thriue I in my dangerous Affayres Of hostile Armes My selfe my selfe confound Heauen and Fortune barre me happy houres Day yeeld me not thy light nor Night thy rest Be opposite all Planets of good lucke To my proceeding if with deere hearts loue Immaculate deuotion holy thoughts I tender not thy beautious Princely daughter In her consists my Happinesse and thine Without her followes to my selfe and thee Her selfe the Land and many a Christian soule Death Desolation Ruine and Decay It cannot be auoyded but by this It will not be auoyded but by this Therefore deare Mother I must call you so Be the Atturney of my loue to her Pleade what I will be not what I haue beene Not my deserts but what I will deserue Vrge the Necessity and state of times And be not peeuish found in great Designes Qu. Shall I be tempted of the Diuel thus Rich. I if the Diuell tempt you to do good Qu. Shall I forget my selfe to be my selfe Rich. I if your selfes remembrance wrong your selfe Qu. Yet thou didst kil my Children Rich. But in your daughters wombe I bury them Where in that Nest of Spicery they will breed Selues of themselues to your recomforture Qu. Shall I go win my daughter to thy will Rich. And be a happy Mother by the deed Qu. I go write to me very shortly And you shal vnderstand from me her mind Exit Q. Rich. Beare her my true loues kisse and so farewell Relenting Foole and shallow-changing Woman How now what newes Enter Ratcliffe Rat. Most mightie Soueraigne on the Westerne Coast Rideth a puissant Nauie to our Shores Throng many doubtfull hollow-hearted friends Vnarm'd and vnresolu'd to beat them backe 'T is thought that Richmond is their Admirall And there they hull expecting but the aide Of Buckingham to welcome them ashore Rich. Some light-foot friend post to y e Duke of Norfolk Ratcliffe thy selfe or Catesby where is hee Cat. Here my good Lord. Rich. Catesby flye to the Duke Cat. I will my Lord with all conuenient haste Rich. Catesby come hither poste to Salisbury When thou com'st thither Dull vnmindfull Villaine Why stay'st thou here and go'st not to the Duke Cat. First mighty Liege tell me your Highnesse pleasure What from your Grace I shall deliuer to him Rich. O true good Catesby bid him leuie straight The greatest strength and power that he can make And meet me suddenly at Salisbury Cat. I goe Exit Rat. What may it please you shall I doe at Salisbury Rich. Why what would'st thou doe there before I goe Rat. Your Highnesse told me I should poste before Rich. My minde is chang'd Enter Lord Stanley Stanley what newes with you Sta. None good my Liege to please you with y e hearing Nor none so bad but well may be reported Rich. Hoyday a Riddle neither good nor bad What need'st thou runne so many miles about When thou mayest tell thy Tale the neerest way Once more what newes Stan. Richmond is on the Seas Rich. There let him sinke and be the Seas on him White-liuer'd Runnagate what doth he there Stan. I know not mightie Soueraigne but by guesse Rich. Well as you guesse Stan. Stirr'd vp by Dorset Buckingham and Morton He makes for England here to clayme the Crowne Rich. Is the Chayre emptie is the Sword vnsway'd Is the King dead the Empire vnpossest What Heire of Yorke is there aliue but wee And who is Englands King but great Yorkes Heire Then tell me what makes he vpon the Seas Stan. Vnlesse for that my Liege I cannot guesse Rich. Vnlesse for that he comes to be your Liege You cannot guesse wherefore the Welchman comes Thou wilt reuolt and flye to him I feare Stan. No my good Lord therefore mistrust me not Rich. Where is thy Power then to beat him back Where be thy Tenants and thy followers Are they not now vpon the Westerne Shore Safe-conducting the Rebels from their Shippes Stan. No my good Lord my friends are in the North. Rich. Cold friends to me what do they in the North When they should serue their Soueraigne in the West Stan. They haue not been commanded mighty King Pleaseth your Maiestie to giue me leaue I le muster vp my friends and meet your Grace Where and what time your Maiestie shall please Rich. I thou would'st be gone to ioyne with Richmond But I le not trust thee Stan. Most mightie Soueraigne You haue no cause to hold my friendship doubtfull I neuer was nor neuer will be false Rich. Goe then and muster men but leaue behind Your Sonne George Stanley looke your heart be firme Or else his Heads assurance is but fraile Stan. So deale with him as I proue true to you Exit Stanley Enter a Messenger Mess My gracious Soueraigne now in Deuonshire As I by friends am well aduertised Sir Edward Courtney and the haughtie Prelate Bishop of Exeter his elder Brother With many moe Confederates are in Armes Enter another Messenger Mess In Kent my Liege the Guilfords are in Armes And euery houre more Competitors Flocke to the Rebels and their power growes strong Enter another Messenger Mess My Lord the Armie of great Buckingham Rich. Out on ye Owles nothing but
most malicious Foe and thinke not At all a Friend to truth Wol. I do professe You speake not like your selfe who euer yet Haue stood to Charity and displayd th' effects Of disposition gentle and of wisedome Ore-topping womans powre Madam you do me wrong I haue no Spleene against you nor iniustice For you or any how farre I haue proceeded Or how farre further Shall is warranted By a Commission from the Consistorie Yea the whole Consistorie of Rome You charge me That I haue blowne this Coale I do deny it The King is present If it be knowne to him That I gainsay my Deed how may he wound And worthily my Falsehood yea as much As you haue done my Truth If he know That I am free of your Report he knowes I am not of your wrong Therefore in him It lies to cure me and the Cure is to Remoue these Thoughts from you The which before His Highnesse shall speake in I do beseech You gracious Madam to vnthinke your speaking And to say so no more Queen My Lord my Lord I am a simple woman much too weake T' oppose your cunning Y' are meek humble-mouth'd You signe your Place and Calling in full seeming With Meekenesse and Humilitie but your Heart Is cramm'd with Arrogancie Spleene and Pride You haue by Fortune and his Highnesse fauors Gone slightly o're lowe steppes and now are mounted Where Powres are your Retainers and your words Domestickes to you serue your will as 't please Your selfe pronounce their Office I must tell you You tender more your persons Honor then Your high profession Spirituall That agen I do refuse you for my Iudge and heere Before you all Appeale vnto the Pope To bring my whole Cause 'fore his Holinesse And to be iudg'd by him She Curtsies to the King and offers to depart Camp The Queene is obstinate Stubborne to Iustice apt to accuse it and Disdainfull to be tride by 't t is not well Shee 's going away Kin. Call her againe Crier Katherine Q of England come into the Court. Gent. Vsh Madam you are cald backe Que. What need you note it pray you keep your way When you are cald returne Now the Lord helpe They vexe me past my patience pray you passe on I will not tarry no nor euer more Vpon this businesse my appearance make In any of their Courts Exit Queene and her Attendants Kin. Goe thy wayes Kate That man i' th' world who shall report he ha's A better Wife let him in naught be trusted For speaking false in that thou art alone If thy rare qualities sweet gentlenesse Thy meeknesse Saint-like Wife-like Gouernment Obeying in commanding and thy parts Soueraigne and Piousels could speake thee out The Queene of earthly Queenes Shee 's Noble borne And like her true Nobility she ha's Carried her selfe towards me Wol. Most gracious Sir In humblest manner I require your Highnes That it shall please you to declare in hearing Of all these eares for where I am rob'd and bound There must I be vnloos'd although not there At once and fully satisfide whether euer I Did broach this busines to your Highnes or Laid any scruple in your way which might Induce you to the question on 't or euer Haue to you but with thankes to God for such A Royall Lady spake one the least word that might Be to the preiudice of her present State Or touch of her good Person Kin. My Lord Cardinall I doe excuse you yea vpon mine Honour I free you from 't You are not to be taught That you haue many enemies that know not Why they are so but like to Village Curres Barke when their fellowes doe By some of these The Queene is put in anger y' are excus'd But will you be more iustifi'de You euer Haue wish'd the sleeping of this busines neuer desir'd It to be stir'd but oft haue hindred oft The passages made toward it on my Honour I speake my good Lord Cardnall to this point And thus farre cleare him Now what mou'd me too 't I will be bold with time and your attention Then marke th' inducement Thus it came giue heede too 't My Conscience first receiu'd a tendernes Scruple and pricke on certaine Speeches vtter'd By th' Bishop of Bayon then French Embassador Who had beene hither sent on the debating And Marriage 'twixt the Duke of Orleance and Our Daughter Mary I' th' Progresse of this busines Ere a determinate resolution hee I meane the Bishop did require a respite Wherein he might the King his Lord aduertise Whether our Daughter were legitimate Respecting this our Marriage with the Dowager Sometimes our Brothers Wife This respite shooke The bosome of my Conscience enter'd me Yea with a spitting power and made to tremble The region of my Breast which forc'd such way That many maz'd considerings did throng And prest in with this Caution First me thought I stood not in the smile of Heauen who had Commanded Nature that my Ladies wombe If it conceiu'd a male-child by me should Doe no more Offices of life too 't then The Graue does to th' dead For her Male Issue Or di'de where they were made ot shortly after This world had ayr'd them Hence I tooke a thought This was a Iudgement on me that my Kingdome Well worthy the best Heyre o' th' World should not Be gladded in 't by me Then followes that I weigh'd the danger which my Realmes stood in By this my Issues faile and that gaue to me Many a groaning throw thus hulling in The wild Sea of my Conscience I did steere Toward this remedy whereupon we are Now present heere together that 's to say I meant to rectifie my Conscience which I then did feele full sicke and yet not well By all the Reuerend Fathers of the Land And Doctors learn'd First I began in priuate With you my Lord of Lincolne you remember How vnder my oppression I did reeke When I first mou'd you B. Lin. Very well my Liedge Kin. I haue spoke long be pleas'd your selfe to say How farre you satisfide me Lin. So please your Highnes The question did at first so stagger me Bearing a State of mighty moment in 't And consequence of dread that I committed The daringst Counsaile which I had to doubt And did entreate your Highnes to this course Which you are running heere Kin. I then mou'd you My Lord of Canterbury and got your leaue To make this present Summons vnsolicited I left no Reuerend Person in this Court But by particular consent proceeded Vnder your hands and Seales therefore goe on For no dislike i' th' world against the person Of the good Queene but the sharpe thorny points Of my alleadged reasons driues this forward Proue but our Marriage lawfull by my Life And Kingly Dignity we are contented To weare our mortall State to come with her Katherine our Queene before the primest Creature That 's Parragon'd o' th' World Camp So please your Highnes The Queene being absent 't is a