slaine and all his men Vpon the foot of feare fled with the rest And falling from a hill he was so bruiz'd That the pursuers tooke him At my Tent The Dowglas is and I beseech your Grace I may dispose of him King With all my heart Prin. Then Brother Iohn of Lancaster To you this honourable bounty shall belong Go to the Dowglas and deliuer him Vp to his pleasure ransomlesse and free His Valour shewne vpon our Crests to day Hath taught vs how to cherish such high deeds Euen in the bosome of our Aduersaries King Then this remaines that we diuide our Power You Sonne Iohn and my Cousin Westmerland Towards Yorke shall bend you with your deerest speed To meet Northumberland and the Prelate Scroope Who as we heare are busily in Armes My Selfe and you Sonne Harry will towards Wales To fight with Glendower and the Earle of March Rebellion in this Land shall lose his way Meeting the Checke of such another day And since this Businesse so faire is done Let vs not leaue till all our owne be wonne Exeunt FINIS The Second Part of Henry the Fourth Containing his Death and the Coronation of King Henry the Fift Actus Primus Scoena Prima INDVCTION Enter Rumour OPen your Eares For which of you will stop The vent of Hearing when loud Rumor speakes I from the Orient to the drooping West Making the winde my Post-horse still vnfold The Acts commenced on this Ball of Earth Vpon my Tongue continuall Slanders ride The which in euery Language I pronounce Stuffing the Eares of them with false Reports I speake of Peace while couert Enmitie Vnder the smile of Safety wounds the World And who but Rumour who but onely I Make fearfull Masters and prepar'd Defence Whil'st the bigge yeare swolne with some other griefes Is thought with childe by the sterne Tyrant Warre And no such matter Rumour is a Pipe Blowne by Surmises Ielousies Coniectures And of so easie and so plaine a stop That the blunt Monster with vncounted heads The still discordant wauering Multitude Can play vpon it But what neede I thus My well-knowne Body to Anathomize Among my houshold Why is Rumour heere I run before King Harries victory Who in a bloodie field by Shrewsburie Hath beaten downe yong Hotspurre and his Troopes Quenching the flame of bold Rebellion Euen with the Rebels blood But what meane I To speake so true at first My Office is To noyse abroad that Harry Monmouth fell Vnder the Wrath of Noble Hotspurres Sword And that the King before the Dowglas Rage Stoop'd his Annointed head as low as death This haue I rumour'd through the peasant-Townes Betweene the Royall Field of Shrewsburie And this Worme-eaten-Hole of ragged Stone Where Hotspurres Father old Northumberland Lyes crafty sicke The Postes come tyring on And not a man of them brings other newes Then they haue learn'd of Me. From Rumours Tongues They bring smooth-Comforts-false worse then True-wrongs Exit Scena Secunda Enter Lord Bardolfe and the Porter L. Bar. Who keepes the Gate heere ho◠Where is the Earle Por. What shall I say you are Bar. Tell thou the Earle That the Lord Bardolfe doth attend him heere Por. His Lordship is walk'd forth into the Orchard Please it your Honor knocke but at the Gate And he himselfe will answer Enter Northumberland L. Bar. Heere comes the Earle Nor. What newes Lord Bardolfe Eu'ry minute now Should be the Father of some Stratagem The Times are wilde Contention like a Horse Full of high Feeding madly hath broke loose And beares downe all before him L. Bar. Noble Earle I bring you certaine newes from Shrewsbury Nor. Good and heauen will L. Bar. As good as heart can wish The King is almost wounded to the death And in the Fortune of my Lord your Sonne Prince Harrie slaine out-right and both the Blunts Kill'd by the hand of Dowglas Yong Prince Iohn And Westmerland and Stafford fled the Field And Harrie Monmouth's Brawne the Hulke Sir Iohn Is prisoner to your Sonne O such a Day So fought so follow'd and so fairely wonne Came not till now to dignifie the Times Since Caesars Fortunes Nor. How is this deriu'd Saw you the Field Came you from Shrewsbury L. Bar. I spake with one my L. that came frō thence A Gentleman well bred and of good name That freely render'd me these newes for true Nor. Heere comes my Seruant Trauers whom I sent On Tuesday last to listen after Newes Enter Trauers L. Bar. My Lord I ouer-rod him on the way And he is furnish'd with no certainties More then he haply may retaile from me Nor. Now Trauers what good tidings comes frō you Tra. My Lord Sir Iohn Vmfreuill turn'd me backe With ioyfull tydings and being better hors'd Out-rod me After him came spurring head A Gentleman almost fore-spent with speed That stopp'd by me to breath his bloodied horse He ask'd the way to Chester And of him I did demand what Newes from Shrewsbury He told me that Rebellion had ill lucke And that yong Harry Percies Spurre was cold With that he gaue his able Horse the head And bending forwards strooke his able heeles Against the panting sides of his poore Iade Vp to the Rowell head and starting so He seem'd in running to deuoure the way Staying no longer question North. Ha Againe Said he yong Harrie Percyes Spurre was cold Of Hot-Spurre cold-Spurre that Rebellion Had met ill lucke L. Bar. My Lord I le tell you what If my yong Lord your Sonne haue not the day Vpon mine Honor for a silken point I le giue my Barony Neuer talke of it Nor. Why should the Gentleman that rode by Trauers Giue then such instances of Losse L. Bar. Who he He was some hielding Fellow that had stolne The Horse he rode-on and vpon my life Speake at aduenture Looke here comes more Newes Enter Morton Nor. Yea this mans brow like to a Title-leafe Fore-tels the Nature of a Tragicke Volume So lookes the Strond when the Imperious Flood Hath left a witnest Vsurpation Say Morton did'st thou come from Shrewsbury Mor. I ran from Shrewsbury my Noble Lord Where hatefull death put on his vgliest Maske To fright our party North. How doth my Sonne and Brother Thou trembl'st and the whitenesse in thy Cheeke Is apter then thy Tongue to tell thy Errand Euen such a man so faint so spiritlesse So dull so dead in looke so woe-be-gone Drew Priams Curtaine in the dead of night And would haue told him Halfe his Troy was burn'd But Priam found the Fire ere he his Tongue And I my Percies death ere thou report'st it This thou would'st say Your Sonne did thus and thus Your Brother thus So fought the Noble Dowglas Stopping my greedy eare with their bold deeds But in the end to stop mine Eare indeed Thou hast a Sigh to blow away this Praise Ending with Brother Sonne and all are dead Mor. Dowglas is liuing and your Brother yet But for my Lord your Sonne North. Why
restor'd thou art a Yeoman Yorke My Father was attached not attainted Condemn'd to dye for Treason but no Traytor And that I le proue on better men then Somerset Were growing time once ripened to my will For your partaker Poole and you your selfe I le note you in my Booke of Memorie To scourge you for this apprehension Looke to it well and say you are well warn'd Som. Ah thou shalt finde vs ready for thee still And know vs by these Colours for thy Foes For these my friends in spight of thee shall weare Yorke And by my Soule this pale and angry Rose As Cognizance of my blood-drinking hate Will I for euer and my Faction weare Vntill it wither with me to my Graue Or flourish to the height of my Degree Suff. Goe forward and be choak'd with thy ambition And so farwell vntill I meet thee next Exit Som. Haue with thee Poole Farwell ambitious Richard Exit Yorke How I am brau'd and must perforce endure it Warw. This blot that they obiect against your House Shall be whipt out in the next Parliament Call'd for the Truce of Winchester and Gloucester And if thou be not then created Yorke I will not liue to be accounted Warwicke Meane time in signall of my loue to thee Against prowd Somerset and William Poole Will I vpon thy partie weare this Rose And here I prophecie this brawle to day Growne to this faction in the Temple Garden Shall send betweene the Red-Rose and the White A thousand Soules to Death and deadly Night Yorke Good Master Vernon I am bound to you That you on my behalfe would pluck a Flower Ver. In your behalfe still will I weare the same Lawyer And so will I. Yorke Thankes gentle Come let vs foure to Dinner I dare say This Quarrell will drinke Blood another day Exeunt Enter Mortimer brought in a Chayre and Iaylors Mort. Kind Keepers of my weake decaying Age Let dying Mortimer here rest himselfe Euen like a man new haled from the Wrack So fare my Limbes with long Imprisonment And these gray Locks the Pursuiuants of death Nestor-like aged in an Age of Care Argue the end of Edmund Mortimer These Eyes like Lampes whose wasting Oyle is spent Waxe dimme as drawing to their Exigent Weake Shoulders ouer-borne with burthening Griefe And pyth-lesse Armes like to a withered Vine That droupes his sappe-lesse Branches to the ground Yet are these Feet whose strength-lesse stay is numme Vnable to support this Lumpe of Clay Swift-winged with desire to get a Graue As witting I no other comfort haue But tell me Keeper will my Nephew come Keeper Richard Plantagenet my Lord will come We sent vnto the Temple vnto his Chamber And answer was return'd that he will come Mort. Enough my Soule shall then be satisfied Poore Gentleman his wrong doth equall mine Since Henry Monmouth first began to reigne Before whose Glory I was great in Armes This loathsome sequestration haue I had And euen since then hath Richard beene obscur'd Depriu'd of Honor and Inheritance But now the Arbitrator of Despaires Iust Death kinde Vmpire of mens miseries With sweet enlargement doth dismisse me hence I would his troubles likewise were expir'd That so he might recouer what was lost Enter Richard Keeper My Lord your louing Nephew now is come Mor. Richard Plantagenet my friend is he come Rich. I Noble Vnckle thus ignobly vs'd Your Nephew late despised Richard comes Mort. Direct mine Armes I may embrace his Neck And in his Bosome spend my latter gaspe Oh tell me when my Lippes doe touch his Cheekes That I may kindly giue one fainting Kisse And now declare sweet Stem from Yorkes great Stock Why didst thou say of late thou wert despis'd Rich. First leane thine aged Back against mine Arme And in that ease I le tell thee my Disease This day in argument vpon a Case Some words there grew 'twixt Somerset and me Among which tearmes he vs'd his lauish tongue And did vpbrayd me with my Fathers death Which obloquie set barres before my tongue Else with the like I had requited him Therefore good Vnckle for my Fathers sake In honor of a true Plantagenet And for Alliance sake declare the cause My Father Earle of Cambridge lost his Head Mort. That cause faire Nephew that imprison'd me And hath detayn'd me all my flowring Youth Within a loathsome Dungeon there to pyne Was cursed Instrument of his decease Rich. Discouer more at large what cause that was For I am ignorant and cannot guesse Mort. I will if that my fading breath permit And Death approach not ere my Tale be done Henry the Fourth Grandfather to this King Depos'd his Nephew Richard Edwards Sonne The first begotten and the lawfull Heire Of Edward King the Third of that Descent During whose Reigne the Percies of the North Finding his Vsurpation most vniust Endeuour'd my aduancement to the Throne The reason mou'd these Warlike Lords to this Was for that young Richard thus remou'd Leauing no Heire begotten of his Body I was the next by Birth and Parentage For by my Mother I deriued am From Lionel Duke of Clarence third Sonne To King Edward the Third whereas hee From Iohn of Gaunt doth bring his Pedigree Being but fourth of that Heroick Lyne But marke as in this haughtie great attempt They laboured to plant the rightfull Heire I lost my Libertie and they their Liues Long after this when Henry the Fift Succeeding his Father Bullingbrooke did reigne Thy Father Earle of Cambridge then deriu'd From famous Edmund Langley Duke of Yorke Marrying my Sister that thy Mother was Againe in pitty of my hard distresse Leuied an Army weening to redeeme And haue install'd me in the Diademe But as the rest so fell that Noble Earle And was beheaded Thus the Mortimers In whom the Title rested were supprest Rich. Of which my Lord your Honor is the last Mort. True and thou seest that I no Issue haue And that my fainting words doe warrant death Thou art my Heire the rest I wish thee gather But yet be wary in thy studious care Rich. Thy graue admonishments preuayle with me But yet me thinkes my Fathers execution Was nothing lesse then bloody Tyranny Mort. With silence Nephew be thou pollitick Strong fixed is the House of Lancaster And like a Mountaine not to be remou'd But now thy Vnckle is remouing hence As Princes doe their Courts when they are cloy'd With long continuance in a setled place Rich. O Vnckle would some part of my young yeeres Might but redeeme the passage of your Age. Mort. Thou do'st then wrong me as y t slaughterer doth Which giueth many Wounds when one will kill Mourne not except thou sorrow for my good Onely giue order for my Funerall And so farewell and faire be all thy hopes And prosperous be thy Life in Peace and Warre Dyes Rich. And Peace no Warre befall thy parting Soule In Prison hast thou spent a Pilgrimage And like a Hermite ouer-past thy dayes Well I will locke his
him all the honor That good conuenience claimes La. Returne you thither Fren. E. I Madam with the swiftest wing of speed Hel. Till I haue no wife I haue nothing in France 'T is bitter La. Finde you that there Hel. I Madame Fren. E. 'T is but the boldnesse of his hand haply which his heart was not consenting too Lad. Nothing in France vntill he haue no wife There 's nothing heere that is too good for him But onely she and she deserues a Lord That twenty such rude boyes might tend vpon And call her hourely Mistris Who was with him Fren. E. A seruant onely and a Gentleman whlch I haue sometime knowne La. Parolles was it not Fren. E. I my good Ladie hee La. A verie tainted fellow and full of wickednesse My sonne corrupts a well deriued nature With his inducement Fren. E. Indeed good Ladie the fellow has a deale of that too much which holds him much to haue La. Y' are welcome Gentlemen I will intreate you when you see my sonne to tell him that his sword can neuer winne the honor that he looses more I le intreate you written to beare along Fren. G. We serue you Madam in that and all your worthiest affaires La. Not so but as we change our courtesies Will you draw neere Exit Hel. Till I haue no wife I haue nothing in France Nothing in France vntill he has no wife Thou shalt haue none Rossillion none in France Then hast thou all againe poore Lord is' t I That chase thee from thy Countrie and expose Those tender limbes of thine to the euent Of the none-sparing warre And is it I That driue thee from the sportiue Court where thou Was 't shot at with faire eyes to be the marke Of smoakie Muskâ—ts O you leaden messengers That ride vpon the violent speede of fire Fly with false ayme moue the still-peering aire That sings with piercing do not touch my Lord Who euer shoots at him I set him there Who euer charges on his forward brest I am the Caitiffe that do hold him too 't And though I kill him not I am the cause His death was so effected Better 't were I met the rauine Lyon when he roar'd With sharpe constraint of hunger better 't were That all the miseries which nature owes Were mine at once No come thou home Rossillion Whence honor but of danger winnes a scarre As oft it looses all I will be gone My being heere it is that holds thee hence Shall I stay heere to doo 't No no although The ayre of Paradise did fan the house And Angles offic'd all I will be gone That pittifull rumour may report my flight To consolate thine eare Come night end day For with the darke poore theefe I le steale away Exit Flourish Enter the Duke of Florence Rossillion drum and trumpets soldiers Parrolles Duke The Generall of our horse thou art and we Great in our hope lay our best loue and credence Vpon thy promising fortune Ber. Sir it is A charge too heauy for my strength but yet Wee 'l striue to beare it for your worthy sake To th' extreme edge of hazard Duke Then go thou forâ—h And fortune play vpon thy prosperous helme As thy auspicious mistris Ber. This very day Great Mars I put my selfe into thy file Make me but like my thoughts and I shall proue A louer of thy drumme hater of loue Exeunt omnes Eâ—ter Countesse Steward La. Alas and would you take the letter of her Might you not know she would do as she has done By sending me a Letter Reade it agen Letter I am S. Iaques Pilgrim thither gone Ambitious loue hath so in me offended That bare-foot plod I the cold ground vpon With sainted vow my faults to haue amended Write write that from the bloodie course of warre My deerest Master your deare sonne may hie Blesse him at home in peace Whilst I from farre His name with zealous feruour sanctifie His taken labours bid him me forgiue I his despightfull Iuno sent him forth From Courtly friends with Camping foes to liue Where death and danger dogges the heeles of worth He is too good and faire for death and mee Whom I my selfe embrace to set him free Ah what sharpe stings are in her mildest words Rynaldo you did neuer lacke aduice so much As letting her passe so had I spoke with her I could haue well diuerted her intents Which thus she hath preuented Ste. Pardon me Madam If I had giuen you this at ouer-night She might haue beene ore-tane and yet she writes Pursuite would be but vaine La. What Angell shall Blesse this vnworthy husband he cannot thriue Vnlesse her prayers whom heauen delights to beare And loues to grant repreeue him from the wrath Of greatest Iustice Write write Rynaldo To this vnworthy husband of his wife Let euerie word waigh heauie of her worth That he does waigh too light my greatest greefe Though little he do feele it set downe sharpely Dispatch the most conuenient messenger When haply he shall heare that she is gone He will returne and hope I may that shee Hearing so much will speede her foote againe Led hither by pure loue which of them both Is deerest to me I haue no skill in sence To make distinction prouide this Messenger My heart is heauie and mine age is weake Greefe would haue teares and sorrow bids me speake Exeunt A Tucket afarre off Enter old Widdow of Florence her daughter Violenta and Mariana with other Citizens Widdow Nay come For if they do approach the Citty We shall loose all the sight Diana They say the French Count has done Most honourable seruice Wid. It is reported That he has taken their great'st Commander And that with his owne hand he slew The Dukes brother we haue lost our labour They are gone a contrarie wayâ— harke you may know by their Trumpets Maria. Come le ts returne againe And suffice our selues with the report of it Well Diana take heed of this French Earle The honor of a Maide is her name And no Legacie is so rich As honestie Widdow I haue told my neighbour How you haue beene solicited by a Gentleman His Companion Maria. I know that knaue hang him one Parolles a filthy Officer he is in those suggestions for the young Earle beware of them Diana their promises entisements oathes tokens and all these engines of lust are not the things they go vnder many a maide hath beene seduced by them and the miserie is example that so terrible shewes in the wracke of maiden-hood cannot for all that disswade succession but that they are limed with the twigges that threatens them I hope I neede not to aduise you further but I hope your owne grace will keepe you where you are though there were no further danger knowne but the modestie which is so lost Dia. You shall not neede to feare me Enter Hellen. Wid. I hope so looke here comes a pilgrim I know she will lye at my
her part in this And doth deserue a Coronet of Gold Charles Now let vs on my Lords And ioyne our Powers And seeke how we may preiudice the Foe Exeunt Scoena Quarta Enter the King Gloucester Winchester Yorke Suffolke Somerset Warwicke Exeter To them with his Souldiors Talbot Talb. My gracious Prince and honorable Peeres Hearing of your arriuall in this Realme I haue a while giuen Truce vnto my Warres To doe my dutie to my Soueraigne In signe whereof this Arme that hath reclaym'd To your obedience fiftie Fortresses Twelue Cities and seuen walled Townes of strength Beside fiue hundred Prisoners of esteeme Le ts fall his Sword before your Highnesse feet And with submissiue loyaltie of heart Ascribes the Glory of his Conquest got First to my God and next vnto your Grace King Is this the Lord Talbot Vnckle Gloucester That hath so long beene resident in France Glost. Yes if it please your Maiestie my Liege King Welcome braue Captaine and victorious Lord. When I was young as yet I am not old I doe remember how my Father said A stouter Champion neuer handled Sword Long since we were resolued of your truth Your faithfull seruice and your toyle in Warre Yet neuer haue you tasted our Reward Or beene reguerdon'd with so much as Thanks Because till now we neuer saw your face Therefore stand vp and for these good deserts We here create you Earle of Shrewsbury And in our Coronation take your place Senet Flourish Exeunt Manet Vernon and Basset Vern Now Sir to you that were so hot at Sea Disgracing of these Colours that I weare In honor of my Noble Lord of Yorke Dar'st thou maintaine the former words thou spak'st Bass Yes Sir as well as you dare patronage The enuious barking of your sawcie Tongue Against my Lord the Duke of Somerset Vern. Sirrha thy Lord I honour as he is Bass Why what is he as good a man as Yorke Vern Hearke ye not so in witnesse take ye that Strikes him Bass Villaine thou knowest The Law of Armes is such That who so drawes a Sword 't is present death Or else this Blow should broach thy dearest Bloud But I le vnto his Maiestie and craue I may haue libertie to venge this Wrong When thou shalt see I le meet thee to thy cost Vern Well miscreant I le be there as soone as you And after meete you sooner then you would Exeunt Actus Quartus Scena Prima Enter King Glocester Winchester Yorke Suffolke Somerset Warwicke Talbot and Gouernor Exeter Glo. Lord Bishop set the Crowne vpon his head Win. God saue King Henry of that name the sixt Glo. Now Gouernour of Paris take your oath That you elect no other King but him Esteeme none Friends but such as are his Friends And none your Foes but such as shall pretend Malicious practises against his State This shall ye do so helpe you righteous God Enter Falstaffe Fal. My gracious Soueraigne as I rode from Calice To haste vnto your Coronation A Letter was deliuer'd to my hands Writ to your Grace from th' Duke of Burgundy Tal. Shame to the Duke of Burgundy and thee I vow'd base Knight when I did meete the next To teare the Garter from thy Crauens legge Which I haue done because vnworthily Thou was 't installed in that High Degree Pardon me Princely Henry and the rest This Dastard at the battell of Poictiers When but in all I was sixe thousand strong And that the French were almost ten to one Before we met or that a stroke was giuen Like to a trustie Squire did run away In which assault we lost twelue hundred men My selfe and diuers Gentlemen beside Were there surpriz'd and taken prisoners Then iudge great Lords if I haue done amisse Or whether that such Cowards ought to weare This Ornament of Knighthood yea or no Glo. To say the truth this fact was infamous And ill beseeming any common man Much more a Knight a Captaine and a Leader Tal. When first this Order was ordain'd my Lords Knights of the Garter were of Noble birth Valiant and Vertuous full of haughtie Courage Such as were growne to credit by the warres Not fearing Death nor shrinking for Distresse But alwayes resolute in most extreames He then that is not furnish'd in this sort Doth but vsurpe the Sacred name of Knight Prophaning this most Honourable Order And should if I were worthy to be Iudge Be quite degraded like a Hedge-borne Swaine That doth presume to boast of Gentle blood K. Staine to thy Countrymen thou hear'st thy doom Be packing therefore thou that was 't a knight Henceforth we banish thee on paine of death And now Lord Protector view the Letter Sent from our Vnckle Duke of Burgundy Glo. What meanes his Grace that he hath chaung'd his Stile No more but plaine and bluntly To the King Hath he forgot he is his Soueraigne Or doth this churlish Superscription Pretend some alteration in good will What 's heere I haue vpon especiall cause Mou'd with compassion of my Countries wracke Together with the pittifull complaints Of such as your oppression feedes vpon Forsaken your pernitious Faction And ioyn'd with Charles the rightfull king of France O monstrous Treachery Can this be so That in alliance amity and oathes There should be found such false dissembling guile King What doth my Vnckle Burgundy reuolt Glo. He doth my Lord and is become your foe King Is that the worst this Letter doth containe Glo. It is the worst and all my Lord he writes King Why then Lord Talbot there shal talk with him And giue him chasticement for this abuse How say you my Lord are you not content Tal. Content my Liege Yes But y t I am preuented I should haue begg'd I might haue bene employd King Then gather strength and march vnto him straight Let him perceiue how ill we brooke his Treason And what offence it is to flout his Friends Tal. I go my Lord in heart desiring still You may behold confusion of your foes Enter Vernon and Bassit Ver. Grant me the Combate gracious Soueraigne Bas And me my Lord grant me the Combate too Yorke This is my Seruant heare him Noble Prince Som. And this is mine sweet Henry fauour him King Be patient Lords and giue them leaue to speak Say Gentlemen what makes you thus exclaime And wherefore craue you Combate Or with whom Ver. With him my Lord for he hath done me wrong Bas And I with him for he hath done me wrong King What is that wrong wherof you both complain First let me know and then I le answer you Bas Crossing the Sea from England into France This Fellow heere with enuious carping tongue Vpbraided me about the Rose I weare Saying the sanguine colour of the Leaues Did represent my Masters blushing cheekes When stubbornly he did repugne the truth About a certaine question in the Law Argu'd betwixt the Duke of Yorke and him With other vile and ignominious tearmes In confutation of which rude
Natures myracle Thou art alotted to be tane by me So doth the Swan her downie Signets saue Keeping them prisoner vnderneath his wings Yet if this seruile vsage once offend Go and be free againe as Suffolkes friend She is going Oh slay I haue no power to let her passe My hand would free her but my heart sayes no. As playes the Sunne vpon the glassie streames Twinkling another counterfetted beame So seemes this gorgeous beauty to mine eyes Faine would I woe her yet I dare not speake I le call for Pen and Inke and write my minde Fye De la Pole disable not thy selfe Hast not a Tongue Is she not heere Wilt thou be daunted at a Womans sight I Beauties Princely Maiesty is such ' Confounds the tongue and makes the senses rough Mar. Say Earle of Suffolke if thy name be so What ransome must I pay before I passe For I perceiue I am thy prisoner Suf. How canst thou tell she will deny thy suite Before thou make a triall of her loue M. Why speak'st thou not What ransom must I pay Suf. She 's beautifull and therefore to be Wooed She is a Woman therefore to be Wonne Mar. Wilt thou accept of ransome yea or no Suf. Fond man remember that thou hast a wife Then how can Margaret be thy Paramour Mar. I were best to leaue him for he will not heare Suf. There all is marr'd there lies a cooling card Mar. He talkes at randon sure the man is mad Suf. And yet a dispensation may bee had Mar. And yet I would that you would answer me Suf. I le win this Lady Margaret For whom Why for my King Tush that 's a woodden thing Mar. He talkes of wood It is some Carpenter Suf. Yet so my fancy may be satisfied And peace established betweene these Realmes But there remaines a scruple in that too For though her Father be the King of Naples Duke of Aniou and Mayne yet is he poore And our Nobility will scorne the match Mar. Heare ye Captaine Are you not at leysure Suf. It shall be so disdaine they ne're so much Henry is youthfull and will quickly yeeld Madam I haue a secret to reueale Mar. What though I be inthral'd he seems a knight And will not any way dishonor me Suf. Lady vouchsafe to listen what I say Mar. Perhaps I shall be rescu'd by the French And then I need not craue his curtesie Suf. Sweet Madam giue me hearing in a cause Mar. Tush women haue bene captiuate ere now Suf. Lady wherefore talke you so Mar. I cry you mercy 't is but Quid for Quo. Suf. Say gentle Princesse would you not suppose Your bondage happy to be made a Queene Mar. To be a Queene in bondage is more vile Than is a slaue in base seruility For Princes should be free Suf. And so shall you If happy Englandâ— Royall King be free Mar. Why what concernes his freedome vnto mee Suf. I le vndertake to make thee Henries Queene To put a Golden Scepter in thy hand And set a precious Crowne vpon thy head If thou wilt condiscend to be my Mar. What Suf. His loue Mar. I am vnworthy to be Henries wife Suf. No gentle Madam I vnworthy am To woe so faire a Dame to be his wife And haue no portion in the choice my selfe How say you Madam are ye so content Mar. And if my Father please I am content Suf. Then call our Captaines and our Colours forth And Madam at your Fathers Castle walles Wee 'l craue a parley to conferre with him Sound Enter Reignier on the Walles See Reignier see thy daughter prisoner Reig. To whom Suf. To me Reig. Suffolke what remedy I am a Souldier and vnapt to weepe Or to exclaime on Fortunes ficklenesse Suf. Yes there is remedy enough my Lord Consent and for thy Honor giue consent Thy daughter shall be wedded to my King Whom I with paine haue wooed and wonne thereto And this her easie held imprisonment Hath gain'd thy daughter Princely libertie Reig. Speakes Suffolke as he thinkes Suf. Faire Margaret knowes That Suffolke doth not flatter face or faine Reig. Vpon thy Princely warrant I descend To giue thee answer of thy iust demand Suf. And heere I will expect thy comming Trumpets sound Enter Reignier Reig. Welcome braue Earle into our Territories Command in Aniou what your Honor pleases Suf. Thankes Reignier happy for so sweet a Childe Fit to be made companion with a King What answer makes your Grace vnto my suite Reig. Since thou dost daigne to woe her little worth To be the Princely Bride of such a Lord Vpon condition I may quietly Enioy mine owne the Country Maine and Aniou Free from oppression or the stroke of Warre My daughter shall be Henries if he please Suf. That is her ransome I deliuer her And those two Counties I will vndertake Your Grace shall well and quietly enioy Reig. And I againe in Henries Royall name As Deputy vnto that gracious King Giue thee her hand for signe of plighted faith Suf. Reignier of France I giue thee Kingly thankes Because this is in Trafficke of a King And yet me thinkes I could be well content To be mine owne Atturney in this case I le ouer then to England with this newes And make this marriage to be solemniz'd So farewell Reignier set this Diamond safe In Golden Pallaces as it becomes Reig. I do embrace thee as I would embrace The Christian Prince King Henrie were he heere Mar. Farewell my Lord good wishes praise praiers Shall Suffolke euer haue of Margaret Shee is going Suf. Farwell sweet Madam but hearke you Margaret No Princely commendations to my King Mar. Such commendations as becomes a Maide A Virgin and his Seruant say to him Suf. Words sweetly plac'd and modestie directed But Madame I must trouble you againe No louing Token to his Maiestie Mar. Yes my good Lord a pure vnspotted heart Neuer yet taint with loue I send the King Suf. And this withall Kisse her Mar. That for thy selfe I will not so presume To send such peeuish tokens to a King Suf. Oh wert thou for my selfe but Suffolke stay Thou mayest not wander in that Labyrinth There Minotaurs and vgly Treasons lurke Solicite Henry with her wonderous praise Bethinke thee on her Vertues that surmount Mad naturall Graces that extinguish Art Repeate their semblance often on the Seas That when thou com'st to kneele at Henries feete Thou mayest bereaue him of his wits with wonder Exit Enter Yorke Warwicke Shepheard Pucell Yor. Bring forth that Sorceresse condemn'd to burne Shep. Ah Ione this kils thy Fathers heart out-right Haue I sought euery Country farre and neere And now it is my chance to finde thee out Must I behold thy timelesse cruell death Ah Ione sweet daughter Ione I le die with thee Pucel Decrepit Miser base ignoble Wretch I am descended of a gentler blood Thou art no Father nor no Friend of mine Shep. Out out My Lords and please you 't is not so I
your way His Tale pronounc'd shall bury His Reasons with his Body Auf. Say no more Heere come the Lords Enter the Lords of the City All Lords You are most welcome home Auff I haue not deseru'd it But worthy Lords haue you with heede perused What I haue written to you All. We haue 1. Lord. And greeue to heare 't What faults he made before the last I thinke Might haue sound easie Fines But there to end Where he was to begin and giue away The benefit of our Leuies answering vs With our owne charge making a Treatie where There was a yeelding this admits no excuse Auf. He approaches you shall heare him Enter Coriolanus marching with Drumme and Colours The Commoners being with him Corio Haile Lords I am return'd your Souldier No more infected with my Countries loue Then when I parted hence but still subsisting Vnder your great Command You are to know That prosperously I haue attempted and With bloody passage led your Warres euen to The gates of Rome Our spoiles we haue brought home Doth more then counterpoize a full third part The charges of the Action We haue made peace With no lesse Honor to the Antiates Then shame to th' Romaines And we heere deliuer Subscrib'd by ' th' Consuls and Patricians Together with the Seale a' th Senat what We haue compounded on Auf. Read it not Noble Lords But tell the Traitor in the highest degree He hath abus'd your Powers Corio Traitor How now Auf. I Traitor Martius Corio Martius Auf. I Martius Caius Martius Do'st thou thinke I le grace thee with that Robbery thy stolne name Coriolanus in Corioles You Lords and Heads a' th' State perfidiously He ha's betray'd your businesse and giuen vp For certaine drops of Salt your City Rome I say your City to his Wife and Mother Breaking his Oath and Resolution like A twist of rotten Silke neuer admitting Counsaile a' th' warre But at his Nurses teares He whin'd and roar'd away your Victory That Pages blush'd at him and men of heart Look'd wond'ring each at others Corio Hear'st thou Mars Auf. Name not the God thou boy of Teares Corio Ha Aufid No more Corio Measurelesse Lyar thou hast made my heart Too great for what containes it Boy Oh Slaue Pardon me Lords 't is the first time that euer I was forc'd to scoul'd Your iudgments my graue Lords Must giue this Curre the Lye and his owne Notion Who weares my stripes imprest vpon him that Must beare my beating to his Graue shall ioyne To thrust the Lye vnto him 1 Lord. Peace â—oth and heare me speake Corio Cut me to peeces Volces men and Lads Staine all your edges on me Boy false Hound If you haue writ your Annales true 't is there That like an Eagle in a Doue-coat I Flatter'd your Volcians in Corioles Alone I did it Boy Auf. Why Noble Lords Will you be put in minde of his blinde Fortune Which was your shame by this vnholy Braggart 'Fore your owne eyes and eares All Consp Let him dye for 't All People Teare him to peeces do it presently He kill'd my Sonne my daughter he kill'd my Cosine Marcus he kill'd my Father 2 Lord. Peace hoe no outrage peace The man is Noble and his Fame folds in This Orbe o' th' earth His last offences to vs Shall haue Iudicious hearing Stand Auffidius And trouble not the peace Corio O that I had him with six Auffidiusses or more His Tribe to vse my lawfull Sword Auf. Insolent Villaine All Consp Kill kill kill kill kill him Draw both the Conspirators and kils Martius who falles Auffidius stands on him Lords Hold hold hold hold Auf. My Noble Masters heare me speake 1. Lord. O Tullus 2. Lord. Thou hast done a deed whereat Valour will weepe 3. Lord. Tread not vpon him Masters all be quiet Put vp your Swords Auf. My Lords When you shall know as in this Rage Prouok'd by him you cannot the great danger Which this mans life did owe you you 'l reioyce That he is thus cut off Please it your Honours To call me to your Senate I le deliuer My selfe your loyall Seruant or endure Your heauiest Censure 1. Lord. Beare from hence his body And mourne you for him Let him be regarded As the most Noble Coarse that euer Herald Did follow to his Vrne 2. Lord. His owne impatience Takes from Auffidius a great part of blame Let 's make the Best of it Auf. My Rage is gone And I am strucke with sorrow Take him vp Helpe three a' th' cheefest Souldiers I le be one Beate thou the Drumme that it speake mournfully Traile your steele Pikes Though in this City hee Hath widdowed and vnchilded many a one Which to this houre bewaile the Iniury Yet he shall haue a Noble Memory Assist Exeunt bearing the Body of Martius A dead March Sounded FINIS The Lamentable Tragedy of Titus Andronicus Actus Primus Scoena Prima Flourish Enter the Tribunes and Senators aloft And then enter Saturninus and his Followers at one doore and Bassianus and his Followers at the other with Drum Colours Saturninus NOble Patricians Patrons of my right Defend the iustice of my Cause with Armes And Countrey-men my louing Followers Pleade my Successiue Title with your Swords I was the first-borne Sonne that was the last That wore the Imperiall Diadem of Rome Then let my Fathers Honours liue in me Nor wrong mine Age with this indignitie Bassianus Romaines Friends Followers Fauourers of my Right If euer Bassianus Caesars Sonne Were gracious in the eyes of Royall Rome Keepe then this passage to the Capitoll And suffer not Dishonour to approach Th' Imperiall Seate to Vertue consecrate To Iustice Continence and Nobility But let Desert in pure Election shine And Romanes fight for Freedome in your Choice Enter Marcus Andronicus aloft with the Crowne Princes that striue by Factions and by Friends Ambitiously for Rule and Empery Know that the people of Rome for whom we stand A speciall Party haue by Common voyce In Election for the Romane Emperie Chosen Andronicus Sur-named Pious For many good and great deserts to Rome A Nobler man a brauer Warriour Liues not this day within the City Walles He by the Senate is accited home From weary Warres against the barbarous Gothes That with his Sonnes a terror to our Foes Hath yoak'd a Nation strong train'd vp in Armes Ten yeares are spent since first he vndertooke This Cause of Rome and chasticed with Armes Our Enemies pride Fiue times he hath return'd Bleeding to Rome bearing his Valiant Sonnes In Coffins from the Field And now at last laden with Honours Spoyles Returnes the good Andronicus to Rome Renowned Titus flourishing in Armes Let vs intreat by Honour of his Name Whom worthily you would haue now succeede And in the Capitoll and Senates right Whom you pretend to Honour and Adore That you withdraw you and abate your Strength Dismisse your Followers and as Suters should Pleade your Deserts in Peace and Humblenesse Saturnine How
sence That keepe the word of promise to our eare And breake it to our hope I le not fight with thee Macd. Then yeeld thee Coward And liue to be the shew and gaze o' th' time Wee 'l haue thee as our rarer Monsters are Painted vpon a pole and vnder-writ Heere may you see the Tyrant Macb. I will not yeeld To kisse the ground before young Malcolmes feet And to be baited with the Rabbles curse Though Byrnane wood be come to Dunsinane And thou oppos'd being of no woman borne Yet I will try the last Before my body I throw my warlike Shield Lay on Macduffe And damn'd be him that first cries hold enough Exeunt fighting Alarums Enter Fighting and Macbeth slaine Retreat and Flourish Enter with Drumme and Colours Malcolm Seyward Rosse Thanes Soldiers Mal. I would the Friends we misse were safe arriu'd Sey. Some must go off and yet by these I see So great a day as this is cheapely bought Mal. Macduffe is missing and your Noble Sonne Rosse Your son my Lord ha's paid a souldiers debt He onely liu'd but till he was a man The which no sooner had his Prowesse confirm'd In the vnshrinking station where he fought But like a man he dy'de Sey. Then he is dead Rosse I and brought off the field your cause of sorrow Must not be measur'd by his worth for then It hath no end Sey. Had he his hurts before Rosse I on the Front Sey. Why then Gods Soldier be he Had I as many Sonnes as I haue haires I would not wish them to a fairer death And so his Knell is knoll'd Mal. Hee 's worth more sorrow And that I le spend for him Sey. He 's worth no more They say he parted well and paid his score And so God be with him Here comes newer comfort Enter Macduffe with Macbeths head Macd. Haile King for so thou art Behold where stands Th' Vsurpers cursed head the time is free I see thee compast with thy Kingdomes Pearle That speake my salutation in their minds Whose voyces I desire alowd with mine Haile King of Scotland All. Haile King of Scotland Flourish Mal. We shall not spend a large expence of time Before we reckon with your seuerall loues And make vs euen with you My Thanes and Kinsmen Henceforth be Earles the first that euer Scotland In such an Honor nam'd What 's more to do Which would be planted newly with the time As calling home our exil'd Friends abroad That fled the Snares of watchfull Tyranny Producing forth the cruell Ministers Of this dead Butcher and his Fiend-like Queene Who as 't is thought by selfe and violent hands Tooke off her life This and what needfull else That call's vpon vs by the Grace of Grace We will performe in measure time and place So thankes to all at once and to each one Whom we inuite to see vs Crown'd at Scone Flourish Exeunt Omnes FINIS THE TRAGEDIE OF HAMLET Prince of Denmarke Actus Primus Scoena Prima Enter Barnardo and Francisco two Centinels Barnardo WHo 's there Fran. Nay answer me Stand vnfold your selfe Bar. Long liue the King Fran. Barnardo Bar. He. Fran. You come most carefully vpon your houre Bar. 'T is now strook twelue get thee to bed Francisco Fran. For this releefe much thankes 'T is bitter cold And I am sicke at heart Barn Haue you had quiet Guard Fran. Not a Mouse stirring Barn Well goodnight If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus the Riuals of my Watch bid them make hast Enter Horatio and Marcellus Fran. I thinke I heare them Stand who 's there Hor. Friends to this ground Mar. And Leige-men to the Dane Fran. Giue you good night Mar. O farwel honest Soldier who hath relieu'd you Fra. Barnardo ha's my place giue you goodnight Exit Fran. Mar. Holla Barnardo Bar. Say what is Horatio there Hor. A peece of him Bar. Welcome Horatio welcome good Marcellus Mar. What ha's this thing appear'd againe to night Bar. I haue seene nothing Mar. Horatio saies 't is but our Fantasie And will not let beleefe take hold of him Touching this dreaded sight twice seene of vs Therefore I haue intreated him along With vs to watch the minutes of this Night That if againe this Apparition come He may approue our eyes and speake to it Hor. Tush tush 't will not appeare Bar. Sit downe a-while And let vs once againe assaile your eares That are so fortified against our Story What we two Nights haue seene Hor. Well sit we downe And let vs heare Barnardo speake of this Barn Last night of all When yond same Starre that 's Westward from the Pole Had made his course t' illume that part of Heauen Where now it burnes Marcellus and my selfe The Bell then beating one Mar. Peace breake thee of Enter the Ghost Looke where it comes againe Barn In the same figure like the King that 's dead Mar. Thou art a Scholler speake to it Horatio Barn Lookes it not like the King Marke it Horatio Hora. Most like It harrowes me with fear wonder Barn It would be spoke too Mar. Question it Horatio Hor. What art thou that vsurp'st this time of night Together with that Faire and Warlike forme In which the Maiesty of buried Denmarke Did sometimes march By Heauen I charge thee speake Mar. It is offended Barn See it stalkes away Hor. Stay speake speake I Charge thee speake Exit the Ghost Mar. 'T is gone and will not answer Barn How now Horatio You tremble look pale Is not this something more then Fantasie What thinke you on 't Hor. Before my God I might not this beleeue Without the sensible and true auouch Of mine owne eyes Mar. Is it not like the King Hor. As thou art to thy selfe Such was the very Armour he had on When th' Ambitious Norwey combatted So frown'd he once when in an angry parle He smot the sledded Pollax on the Ice 'T is strange Mar. Thus twice before and iust at this dead houre With Martiall stalke hath he gone by our Watch. Hor. In what particular thought to work I know not But in the grosse and scope of my Opinion This boades some strange erruption to our State Mar. Good now sit downe tell me he that knowes Why this same strict and most obseruant Watch So nightly toyles the subiect of the Land And why such dayly Cast of Brazon Cannon And Forraigne Mart for Implements of warre Why such impresse of Ship-wrights whose sore Taske Do's not diuide the Sunday from the weeke What might be toward that this sweaty hast Doth make the Night ioynt-Labourer with the day Who is' t that can informe me Hor. That can I At least the whisper goes so Our last King Whose Image euen but now appear'd to vs Was as you know by Fortinbras of Norway Thereto prick'd on by a most emulate Pride Dar'd to the Combate In which our Valiant Hamlet For so this side of our knowne world esteem'd him Did slay this
within Her Againe Her Againe Enter Edgar armed Alb. Aske him his purposes why he appeares Vpon this Call o' th' Trumpet Her What are you Your name your quality and why you answer This present Summons Edg. Know my name is lost By Treasons tooth bare-gnawne and Canker-bit Yet am I Noble as the Aduersary I come to cope Alb. Which is that Aduersary Edg. What 's he that speakes for Edmund Earle of Gloster Bast Himselfe what saist thou to him Edg. Draw thy Sword That if my speech offend a Noble heart Thy arme may do thee Iustice heere is mine Behold it is my priuiledge The priuiledge of mine Honours My oath and my profession I protest Maugre thy strength place youth and eminence Despise thy victor-Sword and fire new Fortune Thy valor and thy heart thou art a Traitor False to thy Gods thy Brother and thy Father Conspirant ' gainst this high illustirous Prince And from th' extremest vpward of thy head To the discent and dust below thy foote A most Toad-spotted Traitor Say thou no This Sword this arme and my best spirits are bent To proue vpon thy heart whereto I speake Thou lyest Bast In wisedome I should aske thy name But since thy out-side lookes so faire and Warlike And that thy tongue some say of breeding breathes What safe and nicely I might well delay By rule of Knight-hood I disdaine and spurne Backe do I tosse these Treasons to thy head With the hell-hated Lye ore-whelme thy heart Which for they yet glance by and scarely bruise This Sword of mine shall giue them instant way Where they shall rest for euer Trumpets speake Alb. Saue him saue him Alarums Fights Gon. This is practise Gloster By th' law of Warre thou wast not bound to answer An vnknowne opposite thou art not vanquish'd But cozend and be guild Alb. Shut your mouth Dame Or with this paper shall I stop it hold Sir Thou worse then any name reade thine owne euill No tearing Lady I perceiue you know it Gon. Say if I do the Lawes are mine not thine Who can araigne me for 't Exit Alb. Most monstrous O know'st thou this paper Bast Aske me not what I know Alb. Go after her she 's desperate gouerne her Bast What you haue charg'd me with That haue I done And more much more the time will bring it out 'T is past and so am I But what art thou That hast this Fortune on me If thou' rt Noble I do forgiue thee Edg. Let 's exchange charity I am no lesse in blood then thou art Edmond If more the more th' hast wrong'd me My name is Edgar and thy Fathers Sonne The Gods are iust and of our pleasant vices Make instruments to plague vs The darke and vitious place where thee he got Cost him his eyes Bast Th' hast spoken right 't is true The Wheele is come full circle I am heere Alb. Me thought thy very gate did prophesie A Royall Noblenesse I must embrace thee Let sorrow split my heart if euer I Did hate thee or thy Father Edg. Worthy Prince I know 't Alb. Where haue you hid your selfe How haue you knowne the miseries of your Father Edg. By nursing them my Lord. List a breefe tale And when 't is told O that my heart would burst The bloody proclamation to escape That follow'd me so neere O our liues sweetnesse That we the paine of death would hourely dye Rather then die at once taught me to shift Into a mad-mans rags t'assume a semblance That very Dogges disdain'd and in this habit Met I my Father with his bleeding Rings Their precious Stones new lost became his guide Led him begg'd for him sau'd him from dispaire Neuer O fault reueal'd my selfe vnto him Vntill some halfe houre past when I was arm'd Not suâ—e though hoping of this good successe I ask'd his blessing and from first to last Told him our pilgrimage But his flaw'd heart Alacke too weake the conflict to support Twixt two extremes of passion ioy and greefe Burst smilingly Bast. This speech of yours hath mou'd me And shall perchance do good but speake you on You looke as you had something more to say Alb. If there be more more wofull hold it in For I am almost ready to dissolue Hearing of this Enter a Gentleman Gen. Helpe helpe O helpe Edg. What kinde of helpe Alb. Speake man Edg. What meanes this bloody Knife Gen. 'T is hot it smoakes it came euen from the heart of O she 's dead Alb. Who dead Speake man Gen. Your Lady Sir your Lady and her Sister By her is poyson'd she confesses it Bast I was contracted to them both all three Now marry in an instant Edg. Here comes Kent Enter Kent Alb. Produce the bodies be they aliue or dead Gonerill and Regans bodies brought out This iudgement of the Heauens that makes vs tremble Touches vs not with pitty O is this he The time will not allow the complement Which very manners vrges Kent I am come To bid my King and Master aye good night Is he not here Alb. Great thing of vs forgot Speake Edmund where 's the King and where 's Cordelia Seest thou this obiect Kent Kent Alacke why thus Bast Yet Edmund was belou'd The one the other poison'd for my sake And after slew herselfe Alb. Euen so couer their faces Bast I pant for life some good I meane to do Despight of mine owne Nature Quickly send Be briefe in it to ' th' Castle for my Writ Is on the life of Lear and on Cordelia Nay send in time Alb. Run run O run Edg. To who my Lord Who ha's the Office Send thy token of repreeue Bast. Well thought on take my Sword Giue it the Captaine Edg. Hast thee for thy life Bast He hath Commission from thy Wife and me To hang Cordelia in the prison and To lay the blame vpon her owne dispaire That she for-did her selfe Alb. The Gods defend her beare him hence awhile Enter Lear with Cordelia in his armes Lear. Howle howle howle O your are men of stones Had I your tongues and eyes I l'd vse them so That Heauens vault should crack she 's gone for euer I know when one is dead and when one liues She 's dead as earth Lend me a Looking-glasse If that her breath will mist or staine the stone Why then she liues Kent Is this the promis'd end Edg. Or image of that horror Alb. Fall and cease Lear. This feather stirs she liues if it be so It is a chance which do's redeeme all sorrowes That euer I haue felt Kent O my good Master Lear. Prythee away Edg. 'T is Noble Kent your Friend Lear. A plague vpon you Murderors Traitors all I might haue sau'd her now she 's gone for euer Cordelia Cordelia stay a little Ha What is' t thou saist Her voice was euer soft Gentle and low an excellent thing in woman I kill'd the Slaue that was a hanging thee Gent. 'T is true my Lords he did Lear. Did I