them all to you Queen Good L. Boyet my beauty though but mean Needs not the painted flourish of your praise Beauty is bought by iudgement of the eye Not vttred by base sale of chapmens tongues I am lesse proud to heare you tell my worth Then you much wiling to be counted wise In spending your wit in the praise of mine But now to taske the tasker good Boyet Prin. You are not ignorant all-telling fame Doth noyse abroad Nauar hath made a vow Till painefull studie shall out-weare three yeares No woman may approach his silent Court Therefore to 's seemeth it a needfull course Before we enter his forbidden gates To know his pleasure and in that behalfe Bold of your worthinesse we single you As our best mouing faire soliciter Tell him the daughter of the King of France On serious businesse crauing quicke dispatch Importunes personall conference with his grace Haste signifie so much while we attend Like humble visag'd suters his high will Boy Proud of imployment willingly I goe Exit Prin. All pride is willing pride and yours is so Who are the Votaries my louing Lords that are vow-fellowes with this vertuous Duke Lor. Longauill is one Princ. Know you the man 1 Lady I know him Madame at a marriage feast Betweene L. Perigort and the beautious heire Of Iaques Fauconbridge solemnized In Normandie saw I this Longauill A man of soueraigne parts he is esteem'd Well fitted in Arts glorious in Armes Nothing becomes him ill that he would well The onely soyle of his faire vertues glosse If vertues glosse will staine with any soile Is a sharp wit match'd with too blunt a Will Whose edge hath power to cut whose will still wills It should none spare that come within his power Prin. Some merry mocking Lord belike i st so Lad. 1. They say so most that most his humors know Prin. Such short liu'd wits do wither as they grow Who are the rest 2. Lad. The yong Dumaine a well accomplisht youth Of all that Vertue loue for Vertue loued Most power to doe most harme least knowing ill For he hath wit to make an ill shape good And shape to win grace though she had no wit I saw him at the Duke Alansoes once And much too little of that good I saw Is my report to his great worthinesse Rossa Another of these Students at that time Was there with him as I haue heard a truth Berowne they call him but a merrier man Within the limit of becomming mirth I neuer spent an houres talke withall His eye begets occasion for his wit For euery obiect that the one doth catch The other turnes to a mirth-mouing iest Which his faire tongue conceits expositor Deliuers in such apt and gracious words That aged eares play treuant at his tales And yonger hearings are quite rauished So sweet and voluble is his discourse Prin. God blesse my Ladies are they all in loue That euery one her owne hath garnished With such bedecking ornaments of praise Ma. Heere comes Boyet Enter Boyet Prin. Now what admittance Lord Boyet Nauar had notice of your faire approach And he and his competitors in oath Were all addrest to meete you gentle Lady Before I came Marrie thus much I haue learnt He rather meanes to lodge you in the field Like one that comes heere to besiege his Court Then seeke a dispensation for his oath To let you enter his vnpeopled house Enter Nauar Longauill Dumaine and Berowne Heere comes Nauar. Nau. Faire Princesse welcom to the Court of Nauar. Prin. Faire I giue you backe againe and welcome I haue not yet the roofe of this Court is too high to bee yours and welcome to the wide fields too base to be mine Nau. You shall be welcome Madam to my Court. Prin. I wil be welcome then Conduct me thither Nau. Heare me deare Lady I haue sworne an oath Prin. Our Lady helpe my Lord he 'll be forsworne Nau. Not for the world faire Madam by my will Prin. Why will shall breake it will and nothing els Nau. Your Ladiship is ignorant what it is Prin. Were my Lord so his ignorance were wise Where now his knowledge must proue ignorance I heare your grace hath sworne out Houseekeeping 'T is deadly sinne to keepe that oath my Lord And sinne to breake it But pardon me I am too sodaine bold To teach a Teacher ill beseemeth me Vouchsafe to read the purpose of my comming And sodainly resolue me in my suite Nau. Madam I will if sodainly I may Prin. You will the sooner that I were away For you 'll proue periur'd if you make me stay Berow Did not I dance with you in Brabant once Rosa Did not I dance with you in Brabant once Ber. I know you did Rosa How needlesse was it then to ask the question Ber. You must not be so quicke Rosa 'T is long of you y t spur me with such questions Ber. Your wit 's too hot it speeds too fast 't will tire Rosa Not till it leaue the Rider in the mire Ber. What time a day Rosa The howre that fooles should aske Ber. Now faire befall your maske Rosa Faire fall the face it couers Ber. And send you many louers Rosa Amen so you be none Ber. Nay then will I be gone Kin. Madame your father heere doth intimate The paiment of a hundred thousand Crownes Being but th' one halfe of an intire summe Disbursed by my father in his warres But say that he or we as neither haue Receiu'd that summe yet there remaines vnpaid A hundred thousand more in surety of the which One part of Aquitaine is bound to vs Although not valued to the moneys worth If then the King your father will restore But that one halfe which is vnsatisfied We will giue vp our right in Aquitaine And hold faire friendship with his Maiestie But that it seemes he little purposeth For here he doth demand to haue repaie An hundred thousand Crownes and not demands One paiment of a hundred thousand Crownes To haue his title liue in Aquitaine Which we much rather had depart withall And haue the money by our father lent Then Aquitane so guelded as it is Deare Princesse were not his requests so farre From reasons yeelding your faire selfe should make A yeelding ' gainst some reason in my brest And goe well satisfied to France againe Prin. You doe the King my Father too much wrong And wrong the reputation of your name In so vnseeming to confesse receyt Of that which hath so faithfully beene paid Kin. I doe protest I neuer heard of it And if you proue it I le repay it backe Or yeeld vp Aquitaine Prin. We arrest your word Boyet you can produce acquittances For such a summe from speciall Officers Of Charles his Father Kin. Satisfie me so Boyet So please your Grace the packet is not come Where that and other specialties are bound To morrow you shall haue a sight of them Kin. It shall suffice me at which
sons Cel. I could match this beginning with an old tale Le Beu Three proper yong men of excellent growth and presence Ros With bils on their neckes Be it knowne vnto all men by these presents Le Beu The eldest of the three wrastled with Charles the Dukes Wrastler which Charles in a moment threw him and broke three of his ribbes that there is little hope of life in him So he seru'd the second and so the third yonder they lie the poore old man their Father making such pittiful dole ouer them that all the beholders take his part with weeping Ros Alas Clo. But what is the sport Monsieur that the Ladies haue lost Le Beu Why this that I speake of Clo. Thus men may grow wiser euery day It is the first time that euer I heard breaking of ribbes was sport for Ladies Cel. Or I I promise thee Ros But is there any else longs to see this broken Musicke in his sides Is there yet another doates vpon rib-breaking Shall we see this wrastling Cosin Le Beu You must if you stay heere for heere is the place appointed for the wrastling and they are ready to performe it Cel. Yonder sure they are comming Let vs now stay and see it Flourish Enter Duke Lords Orlando Charles and Attendants Duke Come on since the youth will not be intreated His owne perill on his forwardnesse Ros Is yonder the man Le Beu Euen he Madam Cel. Alas he is too yong yet he looks successefully Du. How now daughter and Cousin Are you crept hither to see the wrastling Ros I my Liege so please you giue vs leaue Du. You wil take little delight in it I can tell you there is such oddes in the man In pitie of the challengers youth I would faine disswade him but he will not bee entreated Speake to him Ladies see if you can mooue him Cel. Call him hether good Monsieuer Le Beu Duke Do so I le not be by Le Beu Monsieur the Challenger the Princesse cals for you Orl. I attend them with all respect and dutie Ros Young man haue you challeng'd Charles the Wrastler Orl. No faire Princesse he is the generall challenger I come but in as others do to try with him the strength of my youth Cel. Yong Gentleman your spirits are too bold for your yeares you haue seene cruell proofe of this mans strength if you saw your selfe with your eies or knew your selfe with your iudgment the feare of your aduenture would counsel you to a more equall enterprise We pray you for your owne sake to embrace your own safetie and giue ouer this attempt Ros Do yong Sir your reputation shall not therefore be misprised we wil make it our suite to the Duke that the wrastling might not go forward Orl. I beseech you punish mee not with your harde thoughts wherein I confesse me much guiltie to denie so faire and excellent Ladies anie thing But let your faire eies and gentle wishes go with mee to my triall wherein if I bee foil'd there is but one sham'd that vvas neuer gracious if kil'd but one dead that is willing to be so I shall do my friends no wrong for I haue none to lament me the world no iniurie for in it I haue nothing onely in the world I fil vp a place which may bee better supplied when I haue made it emptie Ros The little strength that I haue I would it vvere with you Cel. And mine to eeke out hers Ros Fare you well praie heauen I be deceiu'd in you Cel. Your hearts desires be with you Char. Come where is this yong gallant that is so desirous to lie with his mother earth Orl. Readie Sir but his will hath in it a more modest working Duk. You shall trie but one fall Cha. No I warrant your Grace you shall not entreat him to a second that haue so mightilie perswaded him from a first Orl. You meane to mocke me after you should not haue mockt me before but come your waies Ros Now Hercules be thy speede yong man Cel. I would I were inuisible to catch the strong fellow by the legge Wrastle Ros Oh excellent yong man Cel. If I had a thunderbolt in mine eie I can tell who should downe Shout Duk. No more no more Orl. Yes I beseech your Grace I am not yet well breath'd Duk. How do'st thou Charles Le Beu He cannot speake my Lord. Duk. Beare him awaie What is thy name yong man Orl. Orlando my Liege the yongest sonne of Sir Roland de Boys Duk. I would thou hadst beene son to some man else The world esteem'd thy father honourable But I did finde him still mine enemie Thou should'st haue better pleas'd me with this deede Hadst thou descended from another house But fare thee well thou art a gallant youth I would thou had'st told me of another Father Exit Duke Cel. Were I my Father Coze would I do this Orl. I am more proud to be Sir Rolands sonne His yongest sonne and would not change that calling To be adopted heire to Fredricke Ros My Father lou'd Sir Roland as his soule And all the world was of my Fathers minde Had I before knowne this yong man his sonne I should haue giuen him teares vnto entreaties Ere he should thus haue ventur'd Cel. Gentle Cosen Let vs goe thanke him and encourage him My Fathers rough and enuious disposition Sticks me at heart Sir you haue well deseru'd If you doe keepe your promises in loue But iustly as you haue exceeded all promise Your Mistris shall be happie Ros Gentleman Weare this for me one out of suites with fortune That could giue more but that her hand lacks meanes Shall we goe Coze Cel. I fare you well faire Gentleman Orl. Can I not say I thanke you My better parts Are all throwne downe and that which here stands vp Is but a quintine a meere liuelesse blocke Ros He cals vs back my pride fell with my fortunes I le aske him what he would Did you call Sir Sir you haue wrastled well and ouerthrowne More then your enemies Cel. Will you goe Coze Ros Haue with you fare you well Exit Orl. What passion hangs these waights vpō my toong I cannot speake to her yet she vrg'd conference Enter Le Beu O poore Orlando thou art ouerthrowne Or Charles or something weaker masters thee Le Beu Good Sir I do in friendship counsaile you Te leaue this place Albeit you haue deseru'd High commendation true applause and loue Yet such is now the Dukes condition That he misconsters all that you haue done The Duke is humorous what he is indeede More suites you to conceiue then I to speake of Orl. I thanke you Sir and pray you tell me this Which of the two was daughter of the Duke That here was at the Wrastling Le Beu Neither his daughter if we iudge by manners But yet indeede the taller is his daughter The other is daughter to the banish'd
for aduantage Hel. So is running away When feare proposes the safetie But the composition that your valour and feare makes in you is a vertue of a good wing and I like the weare well Paroll I am so full of businesses I cannot answere thee acutely I will returne perfect Courtier in the which my instruction shall serue to naturalize thee so thou wilt be capeable of a Courtiers councell and vnderstand what aduice shall thrust vppon thee else thou diest in thine vnthankfulnes and thine ignorance makes thee away farewell When thou hast leysure say thy praiers when thou hast none remember thy Friends Get thee a good husband and vse him as he vses thee So farewell Hel. Our remedies oft in our selues do lye Which we ascribe to heauen the fated skye Giues vs free scope onely doth backward pull Our slow designes when we our selues are dull What power is it which mounts my loue so hye That makes me see and cannot feede mine eye The mightiest space in fortune Nature brings To ioyne like likes and kisse like natiue things Impossible be strange attempts to those That weigh their paines in sence and do suppose What hath beene cannot be Who euer stroue To shew her merit that did misse her loue The Kings disease my proiect may deceiue me But my intents are fixt and will not leaue me Exit Flourish Cornets Enter the King of France with Letters and diuers Attendants King The Florentines and Senoys are by th' eares Haue fought with equall fortune and continue A brauing warre 1. Lo. G. So t is reported sir King Nay t is most credible we heere receiue it A certaintie vouch'd from our Cosin Austria With caution that the Florentine will moue vs For speedie ayde wherein our deerest friend Preiudicates the businesse and would seeme To haue vs make deniall 1. Lo. G. His loue and wisedome Approu'd so to your Maiesty may pleade For amplest credence King He hath arm'd our answer And Florence is deni'de before he comes Yet for our Gentlemen that meane to see The Tuscan seruice freely haue they leaue To stand on either part 2. Lo. E. It well may serue A nursserie to our Gentrie who are sicke For breathing and exploit King What 's he comes heere Enter Bertram Lafew and Parolies 1. Lor. G. It is the Count Rosignoll my good Lord Yong Bertram King Youth thou bear'st thy Fathers face Franke Nature rather curious then in hast Hath well compos'd thee Thy Fathers morall parts Maist thou inherit too Welcome to Paris Ber. My thankes and dutie are your Maiesties Kin. I would I had that corporall soundnesse now As when thy father and my selfe in friendship First tride out souldiership he did looke farre Into the seruice of the time and was Discipled of the brauest He lasted long But on vs both did haggish Age steale on And wore vs out of act It much repaires me To talke of your good father in his youth He had the wit which I can well obserue To day in our yong Lords but they may iest Till their owne scorne returne to them vnnoted Ere they can hide their leuitie in honour So like a Courtier contempt nor bitternesse Were in his pride or sharpnesse if they were His equall had awak'd them and his honour Clocke to it selfe knew the true minute when Exception bid him speake and at this time His tongue obey d his hand Who were below him He vs'd as creatures of another place And bow'd his eminent top to their low rankes Making them proud of his humilitie In their poore praise he humbled Such a man Might be a copie to these yonger times Which followed well would demonstrate them now But goers backward Ber. His good remembrance sir Lies richer in your thoughts then on his tombe So in approofe liues not his Epitaph As in your royall speech King Would I were with him he would alwaies say Me thinkes I heare him now his plausiue words He scatter'd not in eares but grafted them To grow there and to beare Let me not liue This his good melancholly oft began On the Catastrophe and heele of pastime When it was out Let me not liue quoth hee After my flame lackes oyle to be the snuffe Of yonger spirits whose apprehensiue senses All but new things disdaine whose iudgements are Meere fathers of their garments whose constancies Expire before their fashions this he wish'd I after him do after him wish too Since I nor wax nor honie can bring home I quickly were dissolued from my hiue To giue some Labourers roome L. 2. E. You 'r loued Sir They that least lend it you shall lacke you first Kin. I fill a place I know 't how long ist Count Since the Physitian at your fathers died He was much fam'd Ber. Some six moneths since my Lord. Kin. If he were liuing I would try him yet Lend me an arme the rest haue worne me out With seuerall applications Nature and sicknesse Debate it at their leisure Welcome Count My sonne 's no deerer Ber. Thanke your Maiesty Exit Flourish Enter Countesse Steward and Clowne Coun. I will now heare what say you of this gentlewoman Ste. Maddam the care I haue had to euen your content I wish might be found in the Kalender of my past endeuours for then we wound our Modestie and make foule the clearnesse of our deseruings whenof our selues we publish them Coun. What doe's this knaue heere Get you gone sirra the complaints I haue heard of you I do not all beleeue 't is my slownesse that I doe not For I know you lacke not folly to commit them haue abilitie enough to make such knaueries yours Clo. 'T is not vnknown to you Madam I am a poore fellow Coun. Well sir Clo. No maddam 'T is not so well that I am poore though manie of the rich are damn'd but if I may haue your Ladiships good will to goe to the world Isbell the woman and w will doe as we may Coun. Wilt thou needes be a begger Clo. I doe beg your good will in this case Cou. In what case Clo. In Isbels case and mine owne seruice is no heritage and I thinke I shall neuer haue the blessing of God till I haue issue a my bodie for they say barnes are blessings Cou. Tell me thy reason why thou wilt marrie Clo. My poore bodie Madam requires it I am driuen onby the flesh and hee must needes goe that the diuell driues Cou. Is this all your worships reason Clo. Faith Madam I haue other holie reasons such as they are Con. May the world know them Clo. I haue beene Madam a wicked creature as you and all flesh and blood are and indeede I doe marrie that I may repent Cou. Thy marriage sooner then thy wickednesse Clo. I am out a friends Madam and I hope to haue friends for my wiues sake Cou. Such friends are thine enemies knaue Clo. Y' are shallow Madam in great friends for the knaues come to doe that for me
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
in my life did looke on him North. Then learne to know him now this is the Duke Percie My gracious Lord I tender you my seruice Such as it is being render raw and young Which elder dayes shall ripen and confirme To more approued seruice and desert Bull. I thanke thee gentle Percie and be sure I count my selfe in nothing else so happy As in a Soule remembring my good Friends And as my Fortune ripens with thy Loue It shall be still thy true Loues recompence My Heart this Couenant makes my Hand thus seales it North. How farre is it to Barkely and what stirre Keepes good old Yorke there with his Men of Warre Percie There stands the Castle by yond tuft of Trees Mann'd with three hundred men as I haue heard And in it are the Lords of Yorke Barkely and Seymor None else of Name and noble estimate Enter Rosse aâ—d Willoughby North. Here con nâ— the Lords of Rosse and Willoughby Bloody with spurring siâ— red with hasle Bull. Welcome my Lords I wot your loue pursues A banisht Pray◠〈◊〉 my Treasurie 〈◊〉 that vasel 〈…〉 which more enrichâ—d Shall be your loue and lab was recompence Râ— Your presence makes vs rich most Noble Lord. 〈◊〉 And sure surmounts our labour to attaine it 〈◊〉 Euermore thankes th' Exchequer of the poore Which till my infant-fortune comes to yeeres Stands for my Bountie but who comes here Enter Barkely North. It is my Lord of Barkely as I ghesse Bark My Lord of Hereford my Message is to you Bull. My Lord my Answere is to Lancaster And I am come to seeke that Name in England And I must finde that Title in your Tongue Before I make reply to aught you say Bark Mistake me not my Lord 't is not my meaning To raze one Title of your Honor out To you my Lord I come what Lord you will From the most glorious of this Land The Duke of Yorke to know what pricks you on To take aduantage of the absent time And fright our Natiue Peace with selfe-borne Armes Enter Yorke Bull. I shall not need transport my words by you Here comes his Grace in Person My Noble Vnckle York Shew me thy humble heart and not thy knee Whose dutie is deceiuable and false Bull. My gracious Vnckle York Tut tut Grace me no Grace nor Vnckle me I am no Traytors Vnckle and that word Grace In an vngracious mouth is but prophane Why haue these banish'd and forbidden Legges Dar'd once to touch a Dust of Englands Ground But more then why why haue they dar'd to march So many miles vpon her peacefull Bosome Frighting her pale-fac'd Villages with Warre And oftentation of despised Armes Com'st thou because th' anoynted King is hence Why foolish Boy the King is left behind And in my loyall Bosome lyes his power Were I buâ— now the Lord of such hot youth Aâ— when braue Gaunt thy Father and my selfe Rescued the Black Prince that yong Mars of men From forth the Rankes of many thousand French Oh then how quickly should this Arme of mine Now Prisoner to the Palsie chastise thee And minister correction to thy Fault Bull. My gracious Vnckle let me know my Fault On what Condition stands it and wherein York Euen in Condition of the worst degree In grosse Rebellion and detested Treason Thou art a banish'd man and here art come Before th' expiration of thy time In brauing Atmâ—s against thy Soueraigne Bull. As I was banish'd I was banish'd Hereford But as I come I come for Lancaster And Noble Vnckle I beseech your Grace Looke on my Wrongs with an indifferent eye You are my Father for me thinkes in you I see old Gaunt aliue Oh then my Father Will you permit that I shall stand condemn'd A wandring Vagabond my Rights and Royalties Pluckt from my armes â—erforce and giuen away To vpstart Vnthrifts Wherefore was I borne If that my Cousin King be King of England It must be graunted I am Duke of Lancaster You haue a Sonne Aumerle my Noble Kinsman Had you first died and he beene thus trod downe He should haue found his Vnckle Gaunt a Father To rowze his Wrongs and chase them to the bay I am denyde to sue my Liuerie here And yet my Letters Patents giue me leaue My Fathers goods are all distraynd and sold And these and all are all amisse imployd What would you haue me doe I am a Subiect And challenge Law Attorneyes are deny'd me And therefore personally I lay my claime To my Inheritance of free Discent North. The Noble Duke hath been too much abus'd Ross It stands your Grace vpon to doe him right Willo Base men by his endowments are made great York My Lords of England let me tell you this I haue had feeling of my Cosens Wrongs And labour'd all I could to doe him right But in this kind to come in brauing Armes Be his owne Caruer and cut out his way To find out Right with Wrongs it may not be And you that doe abett him in this kind Cherâ—sh Rebellion and are Rebels all North. The Noble Duke hath sworne his comming is But for his owne and for the right of that Wee all haue strongly sworne to giue him ayd And let him neu'r see Ioy that breakes that Oath York Well well I see the issue of these Armes I cannot mend it I must needes confesse Because my power is weake and all ill left But if I could by him that gaue me life I would attach you all and make you stoope Vnto the Soueraigne Mercy of the King But since I cannot be it knowne to you I doe remaine as Neuter So fare you well Vnlesse you please to enter in the Castle And there repose you for this Night Bull. An offer Vnckle that wee will accept But wee must winne your Grace to goe with vs To Bristow Castle which they say is held By Bushie Bagot and their Complices The Caterpillers of the Commonwealth Which I haue sworne to weed and plucke away York It may be I will go with you but yet I le pawse For I am loth to breake our Countries Lawes Nor Friends nor Foes to me welcome you are Things past redresse are now with me past care Exeunt Scoena Quarta Enter Salisbury and a Captaine Capt. My Lord of Salisbury we haue stayd ten dayes And hardly kept our Countreymen together And yet we heare no tidings from the King Therefore we will disperse our selues farewell Sal. Stay yet another day thou trustie Welchman The King reposeth all his confidence in thee Capt. 'T is thought the King is dead we will not stay The Bay-trees in our Countrey all are wither'd And Meteors fright the fixed Starres of Heauen The pale-fac'd Moone lookes bloody on the Earth And leane-look'd Prophets whisper fearefull change Rich men looke sad and Ruffians dance and leape The one in feare to loose what they enioy The other to enioy by Rage and Warre These signes fore-run the death of Kings Farewell our Countreymen
kindnesse For that it made my imprisonment a pleasure I such a pleasure as incaged Birds Conceiue when after many moody Thoughts At last by Notes of Houshold harmonie They quite forget their losse of Libertie But Warwicke after God thou set'st me free And chiefely therefore I thanke God and thee He was the Author thou the Instrument Therefore that I may conquer Fortunes spight By liuing low where Fortune cannot hurt me And that the people of this blessed Land May not be punisht with my thwarting starres Warwicke although my Head still weare the Crowne I here resigne my Gouernment to thee For thou art fortunate in all thy deeds Warw. Your Grace hath still beene fam'd for vertuous And now may seeme as wise as vertuous By spying and auoiding Fortunes malice For few men rightly temper with the Starres Yet in this one thing let me blame your Grace For chusing me when Clarence is in place Clar. No Warwicke thou art worthy of the sway To whom the Heau'ns in thy Natiuitie Adiudg'd an Oliue Branch and Lawrell Crowne As likely to be blest in Peace and Warre And therefore I yeeld thee my free consent Warw. And I chuse Clarence onely for Protector King Warwick and Clarence giue me both your Hands Now ioyne your Hands with your Hands your Hearts That no dissention hinder Gouernment I make you both Protectors of this Land While I my selfe will lead a priuate Life And in deuotion spend my latter dayes To sinnes rebuke and my Creators prayse Warw. What answeres Clarence to his Soueraignes will Clar. That he consents if Warwicke yeeld consent For on thy fortune I repose my selfe Warw. Why then though loth yet must I be content Wee 'le yoake together like a double shadow To Henries Body and supply his place I meane in bearing weight of Gouernment While he enioyes the Honor and his ease And Clarence now then it is more then needfull Forthwith that Edward be pronounc'd a Traytor And all his Lands and Goods confiscate Clar. What else and that Succession be determined Warw. I therein Clarence shall not want his part King But with the first of all your chiefe affaires Let me entreat for I command no more That Margaret your Queene and my Sonne Edward Be sent for to returne from France with speed For till I see them here by doubtfull feare My ioy of libertie is halfe eclips'd Clar. It shall bee done my Soueraigne with all speede King My Lord of Somerset what Youth is that Of whom you seeme to haue so tender care Somers My Liege it is young Henry Earle of Richmond King Come hither Englands Hope Layes his Hand on his Head If secret Powers suggest but truth To my diuining thoughts This prettie Lad will proue our Countries blisse His Lookes are full of peacefull Maiestie His Head by nature fram'd to weare a Crowne His Hand to wield a Scepter and himselfe Likely in time to blesse a Regall Throne Make much of him my Lords for this is hee Must helpe you more then you are hurt by mee Enter a Poste Warw. What newes my friend Poste That Edward is escaped from your Brother And fled as hee heares since to Burgundie Warw. Vnsauorie newes but how made he escape Poste He was conuey'd by Richard Duke of Gloster And the Lord Hastings who attended him In secret ambush on the Forrest side And from the Bishops Huntsmen rescu'd him For Hunting was his dayly Exercise Warw. My Brother was too carelesse of his charge But let vs hence my Soueraigne to prouide A salue for any sore that may betide Exeunt Manet Somerset Richmond and Oxford Som. My Lord I like not of this flight of Edwards For doubtlesse Burgundie will yeeld him helpe And we shall haue more Warres befor 't be long As Henries late presaging Prophecie Did glad my heart with hope of this young Richmond So doth my heart mis-giue me in these Conflicts What may befall him to his harme and ours Therefore Lord Oxford to preuent the worst Forthwith wee 'le send him hence to Brittanie Till stormes be past of Ciuill Enmitie Oxf. I for if Edward re-possesse the Crowne 'T is like that Richmond with the rest shall downe Som. It shall be so he shall to Brittanie Come therefore let 's about it speedily Exeunt Flourish Enter Edward Richard Hastings and Souldiers Edw. Now Brother Richard Lord Hastings and the rest Yet thus farre Fortune maketh vs amends And sayes that once more I shall enterchange My wained state for Henries Regall Crowne Well haue we pass'd and now re-pass'd the Seas And brought desired helpe from Burgundie What then remaines we being thus arriu'd From Rauenspurre Hauen before the Gates of Yorke But that we enter as into our Dukedome Rich. The Gates made fast Brother I like not this For many men that stumble at the Threshold Are well fore-told that danger lurkes within Edw. Tush man aboadments must not now affright vs By faire or foule meanes we must enter in For hither will our friends repaire to vs. Hast. My Liege I le knocke once more to summon them Enter on the Walls the Maior of Yorke and his Brethren Maior My Lords We were fore-warned of your comming And shut the Gates for safetie of our selues For now we owe allegeance vnto Henry Edw. But Master Maior if Henry be your King Yet Edward at the least is Duke of Yorke Maior True my good Lord I know you for no lesse Edw. Why and I challenge nothing but my Dukedome As being well content with that alone Rich. But when the Fox hath once got in his Nose Hee 'le soone finde meanes to make the Body follow Hast. Why Master Maior why stand you in a doubt Open the Gates we are King Henries friends Maior I say you so the Gates shall then be opened He descends Rich. A wise stout Captaine and soone perswaded Hast The good old man would faine that all were wel So 't were not long of him but being entred I doubt not I but we shall soone perswade Both him and all his Brothers vnto reason Enter the Maior and two Aldermen Edw. So Master Maior these Gates must not be shut But in the Night or in the time of Warre What feare not man but yeeld me vp the Keyes Takes his Keyes For Edward will defend the Towne and thee And all those friends that deine to follow mee March Enter Mountgomerie with Drumme and Souldiers Rich. Brother this is Sir Iohn Mountgomerie Our trustie friend vnlesse I be deceiu'd Edw. Welcome Sir Iohn but why come you in Armes Mount To helpe King Edward in his time of storme As euery loyall Subiect ought to doe Edw. Thankes good Mountgomerie But we now forget our Title to the Crowne And onely clayme our Dukedome Till God please to send the rest Mount Then fare you well for I will hence againe I came to serue a King and not a Duke Drummer strike vp and let vs march away The Drumme begins to march Edw. Nay
for mine owne part if I were as tedious as a King I could finde in my heart to bestow it all of your worship Leon. All thy tediousnesse on me ah Const Dog Yea and 't were a thousand times more than 't is for I heare as good exclamation on your Worship as of any man in the Citie and though I bee but a poore man I am glad to heare it Head And so am I. Leon. I would faine know what you haue to say Head Marry sir our watch to night excepting your worships presence haue tane a couple of as arrant knaues as any in Messina Con. Dog A good old man sir hee will be talking as they say when the age is in the wit is out God helpe vs it is a world to see well said yfaith neighbour Verges well God 's a good man and two men ride of a horse one must ride behinde an honest soule yfaith sir by my troth he is as euer broke bread but God is to bee worshipt all men are not alike alas good neighbour Leon. Indeed neighbour he comes too short of you Con. Do. Gifts that God giues Leon. I must leaue you Con. Dog One word sir our watch sir haue indeede comprehended two aspitious persons we would haue them this morning examined before your worship Leon. Take their examination your selfe and bring it me I am now in great haste as may appeare vnto you Const It shall be suffigance Leon. Drinke some wine ere you goe fare you well Exit Messenger My Lord they stay for you to giue your daughter to her husband Leon. I le wait vpon them I am ready Dogb. Goe good partner goe get you to Francis Sea-coale bid him bring his pen and inkehorne to the Gaole we are now to examine those men Verges And we must doe it wisely Dogb. Wee will spare for no witte I warrant you heere 's that shall driue some of them to a non-come only get the learned writer to set downe our excommunication and meet me at the Iaile Exeunt Actus Quartus Enter Prince Bastard Leonato Frier Claudio Benedicke Hero and Beatrice Leonato Come Frier Francis be briefe onely to the plaine forme of marriage and you shal recount their particular duties afterwards Fran. You come hither my Lord to marry this Lady Clau. No. Leo. To be married to her Frier you come to marrie her Frier Lady you come hither to be married to this Count. Hero I doe Frier If either of you know any inward impediment why you should not be conioyned I charge you on your soules to vtter it Claud. Know you anie Hero Hero None my Lord. Frier Know you anie Count Leon. I dare make his answer None Clau. O what men dare do what men may do what men daily do Bene. How now interiections why then some be of laughing as ha ha he Clau. Stand thee by Frier father by your leaue Will you with free and vnconstrained soule Giue me this maid your daughter Leon. As freely sonne as God did giue her me Cla. And what haue I to giue you back whose worth May counterpoise this rich and precious gift Prin. Nothing vnlesse you render her againe Clau. Sweet Prince you learn me noble thankfulnes There Leonato take her backe againe Giue not this rotten Orenge to your friend Shee 's but the signe and semblance of her honour Behold how like a maid she blushes heere O what authoritie and shew of truth Can cunning sinne couer it selfe withall Comes not that bloud as modest euidence To witnesse simple Vertue would you not sweare All you that see her that she were a maide By these exterior shewes But she is none She knowes the heat of a luxurious bed Her blush is guiltinesse not modestie Leonato What doe you meane my Lord Clau. Not to be married Not to knit my soule to an approued wanton Leon. Deere my Lord if you in your owne proofe Haue vanquisht the resistance of her youth And made defeat of her virginitie Clau. I know what you would say if I haue knowne her You will say she did imbrace me as a husband And so extenuate the forehand sinne No Leonato I neuer tempted her with word too large But as a brother to his sister shewed Bashfull sinceritie and comely loue Hero And seem'd I euer otherwise to you Clau. Out on thee seeming I will write against it You seeme to me as Diane in her Orbe As chaste as is the budde ere it be blowne But you are more intemperate in your blood Than Venus or those pampred animalls That rage in sauage sensualitie Hero Is my Lord well that he doth speake so wide Leon. Sweete Prince why speake not you Prin. What should I speake I stand dishonour'd that haue gone about To linke my deare friend to a common stale Leon. Are these things spoken or doe I but dreame Bast Sir they are spoken and these things are true Bene. This lookes not like a nuptiall Hero True O God! Clau. Leonato stand I here Is this the Prince is this the Princes brother Is this face Heroes are our eies our owne Leon. All this is so but what of this my Lord Clau. Let me but moue one question to your daughter And by that fatherly and kindly power That you haue in her bid her answer truly Leo. I charge thee doe as thou art my childe Hero O God defend me how am I beset What kinde of catechizing call you this Clau. To make you answer truly to your name Hero Is it not Hero who can blot that name With any iust reproach Claud. Marry that can Hero Hero it selfe can blot out Heroes vertue What man was he talkt with you yesternight Out at your window betwixt twelue and one Now if you are a maid answer to this Hero I talkt with no man at that howre my Lord. Prince Why then you are no maiden Leonato I am sorry you must heare vpon mine honor My selfe my brother and this grieued Count Did see her heare her at that howre last night Talke with a ruffian at her chamber window Who hath indeed most like a liberall villaine Confest the vile encounters they haue had A thousand times in secret Iohn Fie fie they are not to be named my Lord Not to be spoken of There is not chastitie enough in language Without offence to vtter them thus pretty Lady I am sorry for thy much misgouernment Claud. O Hero what a Hero hadst thou beene If halfe thy outward graces had beene placed About thy thoughts and counsailes of thy heart But fare thee well most foule most faire farewell Thou pure impiety and impious puritie For thee I le locke vp all the gates of Loue And on my eie-lids shall Coniecture hang To turne all beauty into thoughts of harme And neuer shall it more be gracious Leon. Hath no mans dagger here a point for me Beat. Why how now cosin wherfore sink you down Bast Come let vs go these things come thus to light Smother her spirits
the length and bredth of mine And let it answere euery straine for straine As thus for thus and such a griefe for such In euery lineament branch shape and forme If such a one will smile and stroke his beard And sorrow wagge crie hem when he should grone Patch griefe with prouerbs make misfortune drunke With candle-wasters bring him yet to me And I of him will gather patience But there is no such man for brother men Can counsaile and speake comfort to that griefe Which they themselues not feele but to sting it Their counsaile turnes to passion which before Would giue preceptiall medicine to rage Fetter strong madnesse in a silken thred Charme ache with ayre and agony with words No no 't is all mens office to speake patience To those that wring vnder the load of sorrow But no mans vertue nor sufficiencie To be so morall when he shall endure The like himselfe therefore giue me no counsaile My griefs cry lowder then aduertisement Broth. Therein do men from children nothing differ Leonato I pray thee peace I will be flesh and bloud For there was neuer yet Philosopher That could endure the tooth-ake patiently How euer they haue writ the stile of gods And made a push at chance and sufferance Brother Yet bend not all the harme vpon your selfe Make those that doe offend you suffer too Leon. There thou speak'st reason nay I will doe so My soule doth tell me Hero is belied And that shall Claudio know so shall the Prince And all of them that thus dishonour her Enter Prince and Claudio Brot Here comes the Prince and Claudio hastily Prin. Good den good den Clau. Good day to both of you Leon. Heare you my Lords Prin. We haue some haste Leonato Leo. Some haste my Lord wel fareyouwel my Lord Are you so hasty now well all is one Prin. Nay do not quarrell with vs good old man Brot If he could rite himselfe with quarrelling Some of vs would lie low Claud. Who wrongs him Leon. Marry y u dost wrong me thou dissembler thou Nay neuer lay thy hand vpon thy sword I feare thee not Claud. Marry beshrew my hand If it should giue your age such cause of feare Infaith my hand meant nothing to my sword Leonato Tush tush man neuer fleere and iest at me I speake not like a doâ—ard nor a foole As vnder priuiledge of age to bragge What I haue done being yong or what would doe Were I not old know Claudio to thy head Thou hast so wrong'd my innocent childe and me That I am forc'd to lay my reuerence by And with grey haires and bruise of many daies Doe challenge thee to triall of a man I say thou hast belied mine innocent childe Thy slander hath gone through and through her heart And she lies buried with her ancestors O in a tombe where neuer scandall slept Saue this of hers fram'd by thy villanie Claud. My villany Leonato Thine Claudio thine I say Prin. You say not right old man Leon. My Lord my Lord I le proue it on his body if he dare Despight his nice fence and his actiue practise His Maie of youth and bloome of lustihood Claud. Away I will not haue to do with you Leo. Canst thou so daffe me thou hast kild my child If thou kilst me boy thou shalt kill a man Bro. He shall kill two of vs and men indeed But that 's no matter let him kill one first Win me and weare me let him answere me Come follow me boy come sir boy come follow me Sir boy I le whip you from your foyning fence Nay as I am a gentleman I will Leon. Brother Brot Content your self God knows I lou'd my neece And she is dead slander'd to death by villaines That dare as well answer a man indeede As I dare take a serpent by the tongue Boyes apes braggarts Iackes milke-sops Leon. Brother Anthony Brot Hold you content what man I know them yea And what they weigh euen to the vtmost scruple Scambling out-facing fashion-monging boyes That lye and cog and flout depraue and slander Goe antiquely and show outward hidiousnesse And speake of halfe a dozen dang'rous words How they might hurt their enemies if they durst And this is all Leon. But brother Anthonie Ant. Come 't is no matter Do not you meddle let me deale in this Pri. Gentlemen both we will not wake your patience My heart is sorry for your daughters death But on my honour she was charg'd with nothing But what was true and very full of proofe Leon. My Lord my Lord. Prin. I will not heare you Enter Benedicke Leo. No come brother away I will be heard Exeunt ambo Bro. And shall or some of vs will smart for it Prin. See see here comes the man we went to seeke Clau. Now signior what newes Ben. Good day my Lord. Prin. Welcome signior you are almost come to part almost a fray Clau. Wee had likt to haue had our two noses snapt off with two old men without teeth Prin. Leonato and his brother what think'st thou had wee fought I doubt we should haue beene too yong for them Ben. In a false quarrell there is no true valour I came to seeke you both Clau. We haue beene vp and downe to seeke thee for we are high proofe melancholly and would faine haue it beaten away wilt thou vse thy wit Ben. It is in my scabberd shall I draw it Prin. Doest thou weare thy wit by thy side Clau. Neuer any did so though verie many haue been beside their wit I will bid thee drawe as we do the minstrels draw to pleasure vs. Prin. As I am an honest man he lookes pale art thou sicke or angrie Clau. What courage man what though care kil'd a cat thou hast mettle enough in thee to kill care Ben. Sir I shall meete your wit in the careere and you charge it against me I pray you chuse another subiect Clau. Nay then giue him another staffe this last was broke crosse Prin. By this light he changes more and more I thinke he be angrie indeede Clau. If he be he knowes how to turne his girdle Ben. Shall I speake a word in your eare Clau. God blesse me from a challenge Ben. You are a villaine I iest not I will make it good how you dare with what you dare and when you dare do me right or I will protest your cowardise you haue kill'd a sweete Ladie and her death shall fall heauie on you let me heare from you Clau. Well I will meete you so I may haue good cheare Prin. What a feast a feast Clau. I faith I thanke him he hath bid me to a calues head and a Capon the which if I doe not carue most curiously say my knife 's naught shall I not finde a woodcocke too Ben. Sir your wit ambles well it goes easily Prin. I le tell thee how Beatrice prais'd thy wit the other day I said thou hadst a fine wit true saies she a fine
your vehement oaths You should haue beene respectiue and haue kept it Gaue it a Iudges Clearke but wel I know The Clearke wil nere weare haire on 's face that had it Gra. He wil and if he liue to be a man Nerrissa I if a Woman liue to be a man Gra. Now by this hand I gaue it to a youth A kinde of boy a little scrubbed boy No higher then thy selfe the Iudges Clearke A prating boy that begg'd it as a Fee I could not for my heart deny it him Por. You were too blame I must be plaine with you To part so slightly with your wiues first gift A thing stucke on with oathes vpon your finger And so riueted with faith vnto your flesh I gaue my Loue a Ring and made him sweare Neuer to part with it and heere he stands I dare be sworne for him he would not leaue it Nor plucke it from his finger for the wealth That the world masters Now in faith Gratiano You giue your wife too vnkinde a cause of greefe And 't were to me I should be mad at it Bass Why I were best to cut my left hand off And sweare I lost the Ring defending it Gre. My Lord Bassanio gaue his Ring away Vnto the Iudge that beg'd it and indeede Deseru'd it too and then the Boy his Clearke That tooke some paines in writing he begg'd mine And neyther man nor master would take ought But the two Rings Por. What Ring gaue you my Lord Not that I hope which you receiu'd of me Bass If I could adde a lie vnto a fault I would deny it but you see my finger Hath not the Ring vpon it it is gone Por. Euen so voide is your false heart of truth By heauen I wil nere come in your bed Vntil I see the Ring Ner. Nor I in yours til I againe see mine Bass Sweet Portia If you did know to whom I gaue the Ring If you did know for whom I gaue the Ring And would conceiue for what I gaue the Ring And how vnwillingly I left the Ring When nought would be accepted but the Ring You would abate the strength of your displeasure Por. If you had knowne the vertue of the Ring Or halfe her worthinesse that gaue the Ring Or your owne honour to containe the Ring You would not then haue parted with the Ring What man is there so much vnreasonable If you had pleas'd to haue defended it With any termes of Zeale wanted the modestie To vrge the thing held as a ceremonie Nerrissa teaches me what to beleeue I le die for 't but some Woman had the Ring Bass No by mine honor Madam by my soule No Woman had it but a ciuill Doctor Which did refuse three thousand Ducates of me And beg'd the Ring the which I did denie him And suffer'd him to go displeas'd away Euen he that had held vp the verie life Of my deere friend What should I say sweete Lady I was inforc'd to send it after him I was beset with shame and curtesie My honor would not let ingratitude So much besmeare it Pardon me good Lady And by these blessed Candles of the night Had you bene there I thinke you would haue beg'd The Ring of me to giue the worthie Doctor Por. Let not that Doctor ere come neere my house Since he hath got the iewell that I loued And that which you did sweare to keepe for me I will become as liberall as you I le not deny him any thing I haue No not my body nor my husbands bed Know him I shall I am well sure of it Lie not a night from home Watch me like Argos If you doe not if I be left alone Now by mine honour which is yet mine owne I le haue the Doctor for my bedfellow Nerrissa And I his Clarke therefore be well aduis'd How you doe leaue me to mine owne protection Gra. Well doe you so let not me take him then For if I doe I le mar the yong Clarks pen. Ant. I am th' vnhappy subject of these quarrels Por. Sir grieue not you You are welcome notwithstanding Bas Portia forgiue me this enforced wrong And in the hearing of these manie friends I sweare to thee euen by thine owne faire eyes Wherein I see my selfe Por. Marke you but that In both my eyes he doubly sees himselfe In each eye one sweare by your double selfe And there 's an oath of credit Bas Nay but heare me Pardon this fault and by my soule I sweare I neuer more will breake an oath with thee Anth. I once did lend my bodie for thy wealth Which but for him that had your husbands ring Had quite miscarried I dare be bound againe My soule vpon the forfeit that your Lord Will neuer more breake faith aduisedlie Por. Then you shall be his suretie giue him this And bid him keepe it better then the other Ant. Heere Lord Bassanio swear to keep this ring Bass By heauen it is the same I gaue the Doctor Por. I had it of him pardon Bassanio For by this ring the Doctor lay with me Ner. And pardon me my gentle Gratiano For that same scrubbed boy the Doctors Clarke In liew of this last night did lye with me Gra. Why this is like the mending of high waies In Sommer where the waies are faire enough What are we Cuckolds ere we haue deseru'd it Por. Speake not so grossely you are all amaz'd Heere is a letter reade it at your leysure It comes from Padua from Bellario There you shall finde that Portia was the Doctor Nerrissa there her Clarke Lorenzo heere Shall witnesse I set forth as soone as you And but eu'n now return'd I haue not yet Entred my house Anthonio you are welcome And I haue better newes in store for you Then you expect vnseale this letter soone There you shall finde three of your Argosies Are richly come to harbour so dainlie You shall not know by what strange accident I chanced on this letter Antho. I am dumbe Bass Were you the Doctor and I knew you not Gra. Were you the Clark that is to make me cuckold Ner. I but the Clark that neuer meanes to doe it Vnlesse he liue vntill he be a man Bass Sweet Doctor you shall be my bedfellow When I am absent then he with my wife An. Sweet Ladie you haue giuen me life liuing For heere I reade for certaine that my ships Are safelie come to Rode Por. How now Lorenzo My Clarke hath some good comforts to for you Ner. I and I le giue them him without a fee. There doe I giue to you and Iessica From the rich Iewe a speciall deed of gift After his death of all he dies possess'd of Loren. Faire Ladies you drop Manna in the way Of starued people Por. It is almost morning And yet I am sure you are not satisfied Of these euents at full Let vs goe in And charge vs there vpon intergatories And we will answer all things faithfully Gra. Let
do Par. Or to drowne my cloathes and say I was stript Lo. E. Hardly serue Par. Though I swore I leapt from the window of the Citadell Lo. E. How deepe Par. Thirty fadome Lo. E. Three great oathes would scarse make that be beleeued Par. I would I had any drumme of the enemies I would sweare I recouer'd it Lo. E. You shall heare one anon Par. A drumme now of the enemies Alarum within Lo E. Throca movousus cargo cargo cargo All. Cargo cargo cargo villianda par corbo cargo Par. O ransome ransome Do not hide mine eyes Inter. Boskos thromuldo boskos Par. I know you are the Muâ—kos Regiment And I shall loose my life for want of language If there be heere German or Dane Low Dutch Italian or French let him speake to me I le discouer that which shal vndo the Florentine Int. Boskos vauvado I vnderstand thee can speake thy tongue Kerelybonto sir betake thee to thy faith for seuenteene ponyards are at thy bosome Par. Oh. Inter. Oh pray pray pray Manka reâ—ania dulche Lo. E. Oscorbidulchos voliuorcâ— Int. The Generall is content to spare thee yet And hoodwinkt as thou art will leade thee on To gather from thee Haply thou mayst informe Something to saue thy life Par. O let me liue And all the secrets of our campe I le shew Their force their purposes Nay I le speake that Which you will wonder at Inter. But wilt thou faithfully Par. If I do not damne me Inter. Acordo linta Come on thou are granted space Exit A short Alarum within L.E. Go tell the Count Rossillion and my brother We haue caught the woodcocke and will keepe him mufled Till we do heare from them Sol. Captaine I will L.E. A will betray vs all vnto our selues Informe on that Sol. So I will sir L.E. Till then I le keepe him darke and safely lockt Exit Enter Bertram and the Maide called Diana Ber. They told me that your name was Fontybell Dia. No my good Lord Diana Ber. Titled Goddesse And worth it with addition but faire soule In your fine frame hath loue no qualitie If the quicke fire of youth light not your minde You are no Maiden but a monument When you are dead you should be such a one As you are now for you are cold and sterne And now you should be as your mother was When your sweet selfâ— was got Dia. She then was honest Ber. So should you be Dia. No My mother did but dutie such my Lord As you owe to your wife Ber. No more a' that I prethee do not striue against my vowes I was compell'd to her but I loue thee By loues owne sweet constraint and will for euer Do thee all rights of seruice Dia. I so you serue vs Till we serue you But when you haue our Roses You barely leaue our thornes to pricke our selues And mocke vs with our barenesse Ber. How haue I sworne Dia. T is not the many oathes that makes the truth But the plaine single vow that is vow'd true What is not holie that we sweare not by But take the high'st to witnesse then pray you tell me If I should sweare by Ioues great attributes I lou'd you deerely would you beleeue my oathes When I did loue you ill This ha's no holding To sweare by him whom I protest to loue That I will worke against him Therefore your oathes Are words and poore conditions but vnseal'd At lest in my opinion Ber. Change it change it Be not so holy cruell Loue is holie And my integritie ne're knew the crafts That you do charge men with Stand no more off But giue thy selfe vnto my sicke desires Who then recouers Say thou art mine and euer My loue as it beginnes shall so perseuer Dia. I see that men make rope's in such a scarre That wee 'l forsake our selues Giue me that Ring Ber. I le lend it thee my deere but haue no power To giue it from me Dia. Will you not my Lord Ber. It is an honour longing to our house Bequeathed downe from manie Ancestors Which were the greatest obloquie i' th world In me to loose Dian. Mine Honors such a Ring My chastities the Iewell of our house Bequeathed downe from many Ancestors Which were the greatest obloquie i' th world In mee to loose Thus your owne proper wisedome Brings in the Champion honor on my part Against your vaine assault Ber. Heere take my Ring My house mine honor yea my life be thine And I le be bid by thee Dia When midnight comes knocke at my chamber window I le order take my mother shall not heare Now will I charge you in the band of truth When you haue conquer'd my yet maiden-bed Remaine there but an houre nor speake to mee My reasons are most strong and you shall know them When backe againe this Ring shall be deliuer'd And on your finger in the night I le put Another Ring that what in time proceeds May token to the future our past deeds Adieu till then then faile not you haue wonne A wife of me though there my hope be done Ber. A heauen on earth I haue won by wooing thee Di. For which liue long to thank both heauen me You may so in the end My mother told me iust how he would woo As if she sate in 's heart She sayes all men Haue the like oathes He had sworne to marrie me When his wife 's dead therfore I le lye with him When I am buried Since Frenchmen are so braide Marry that will I liue and die a Maid Onely in this disguise I think 't no sinne To cosen him that would vniustly winne Exit Enter the two French Captaines and some two or three Souldiours Cap. G. You haue not giuen him his mothers letter Cap E. I haue deliu'red it an houre since there is som thing in 't that stings his nature for on the reading it he chang'd almost into another man Cap. G. He has much worthy blame laid vpon him for shaking off so good a wife and so sweet a Lady Cap. E. Especially hee hath incurred the euerlasting displeasure of the King who had euen tun'd his bounty to sing happinesse to him I will tell you a thing but you shall let it dwell darkly with you Cap. G. When you haue spoken it 't is dead and I am the graue of it Cap. E. Hee hath peruerted a young Gentlewoman heere in Florence of a most chaste renown this night he fleshes his will in the spoyle of her honour hee hath giuen her his monumentall Ring and thinkes himselfe made in the vnchaste composition Cap. G. Now God delay our rebellion as we are our selues what things are we Cap. E. Meerely our owne traitours And as in the common course of all treasons we still see them reueale themselues till they attaine to their abhorr'd ends so he that in this action contriues against his owne Nobility in his proper streame ore-flowes himselfe Cap.
are scoundrels and substractor that say so of him Who are they Ma. They that adde moreour hee 's drunke nightly in your company To. With drinking healths to my Neece I le drinke to her as long as there is a passage in my throat drinke in Illyria he 's a Coward and a Coystrill that will not drinke to my Neece till his braines turne o' th toe like a parish top What wench Castiliano vulgo for here coms Sir Andrew Agueface Enter Sir Andrew And. Sir Toby Belch How now sir Toby Belch To. Sweet sir Andrew And. Blesse you faire Shrew Mar. And you too sir Tob. Accost Sir Andrew accost And. What 's that To. My Neeces Chamber-maid Ma. Good Mistris accost I desire better acquaintance Ma. My name is Mary sir And. Good mistris Mary accost To You mistake knight Accost is front her boord her woe her assayle her And. By my troth I would not vndertake her in this company Is that the meaning of Accost Ma. Far you well Gentlemen To. And thou let part so Sir Andrew would thou mightst neuer draw sword agen And. And you part so mistris I would I might neuer draw sword agen Faire Lady doe you thinke you haue fooles in hand Ma. Sir I haue not you by ' th hand An. Marry but you shall haue and heere 's my hand Ma. Now sir thought is free I pray you bring your hand to ' th Buttry barre and let it drinke An. Wherefore sweet-heart What 's your Metaphor Ma. It 's dry sir And. Why I thinke so I am not such an asse but I can keepe my hand dry But what 's your iest Ma. A dry iest Sir And. Are you full of them Ma. I Sir I haue them at my fingers ends marry now I let go your hand I am barren Exit Maria To. O knight thou lack'st a cup of Canarie when did I see thee so put downe An. Neuer in your life I thinke vnlesse you see Canarie put me downe mee thinkes sometimes I haue no more wit then a Christian or an ordinary man ha's but I am a great eater of beefe and I beleeue that does harme to my wit To. No question An. And I thought that I 'de forsweare it I le ride home to morrow sir Toby To. Pur-quoy my deere knight An. What is purquoy Do or not do I would I had bestowed that time in the tongues that I haue in fencing dancing and beare-bayting O had I but followed the Arts. To. Then hadst thou had an excellent head of haire An. Why would that haue mended my haire To. Past question for thou seest it will not coole my nature An But it becoms we wel enough dost not To. Excellent it hangs like flax on a distaffe I hope to see a huswife take thee between her legs spin it off An. Faith I le home to morrow sir Toby your niece wil not be seene or if she be it 's four to one she 'l none of me the Count himselfe here hard by wooes her To. Shee 'l none o' th Count she 'l not match aboue hir degree neither in estate yeares nor wit I haue heard her swear 't Tut there 's life in 't man And. I le stay a moneth longer I am a fellow o' th strangest minde i' th world I delight in Maskes and Reuels sometimes altogether To. Art thou good at these kicke-chawses Knight And. As any man in Illyria whatsoeuer he be vnder the degree of my betters yet I will not compare with an old man To. What is thy excellence in a galliard knight And. Faith I can cut a caper To. And I can cut the Mutton too 't And. And I thinke I haue the backe-tricke simply as strong as any man in Illyria To. Wherefore are these things hid Wherefore haue these gifts a Curtaine before ' em Are they like to take dust like mistris Mals picture Why dost thou not goe to Church in a Galliard and come home in a Carranto My verie walke should be a Iigge I would not so much as make water but in a Sinke-a-pace What dooest thou meane Is it a world to hide vertues in I did thinke by the excellent constitution of thy legge it was form'd vnder the starre of a Galliard And I 't is strong and it does indifferent well in a dam'd colour'd stocke Shall we sit about some Reuels To. What shall we do else were we not borne vnder Taurus And. Taurus That sides and heart To. No sir it is leggs and thighes let me see thee caper Ha higher ha ha excellent Exeunt Scena Quarta Enter Valentine and Viola in mans attire Val. If the Duke continue these fauours towards you Cesario you are like to be much aduanc'd he hath known you but three dayes and already you are no stranger Vio. You either feare his humour or my negligence that you call in question the continuance of his loue Is he inconstant sir in his fauours Val No beleeue me Enter Duke Curio and Attendants Vio. I thanke you heere comes the Count. Duke Who saw Cesario hoa Vio. On your attendance my Lord heere Du Stand you a-while aloofe Cesario Thou knowst no lesse but all I haue vnclasp'd To thee the booke euen of my secret soule Therefore good youth addresse thy gate vnto her Be not deni'de accesse stand at her doores And tell them there thy fixed foot shall grow Till thou haue audience Vio Sure my Noble Lord If she be so abandon'd to her sorrow As it is spoke she neuer will admit me Du Be clamorous and leape all ciuill bounds Rather then make vnprofited returne Vio. Say I do speake with her my Lord what then Du. O then vnfold the passion of my loue Surprize her with discourse of my deere faith It shall become thee well to act my woes She will attend it better in thy youth Then in a Nuntio's of more graue aspect Vio. I thinke not so my Lord. Du. Deere Lad beleeue it For they shall yet belye thy happy yeeres That say thou art a man Dianas lip Is not more smooth and rubious thy small pipe Is as the maidens organ shrill and sound And all is semblatiue a womans part I know thy constellation is right apt For this affayre some foure or fiue attend him All if you will for I my selfe am best When least in companie prosper well in this And thou shalt liue as freely as thy Lord To call his fortunes thine Vio I le do my best To woe your Lady yet a barrefull strife Who ere I woe my selfe would be his wife Exeunt Scena Quinta Enter Maria and Clowne Ma. Nay either tell me where thou hast bin or I will not open my lippes so wide as a brissle may enter in way of thy excuse my Lady will hang thee for thy absence Clo. Let her hang me hee that is well hang'de in this world needs to feare no colours Ma. Make that good Clo. He shall see none to feare Ma. A good lenton
milke were scarse out of him Ol. Let him approach Call in my Gentlewoman Mal. Gentlewoman my Lady calles Exit Enter Maria. Ol. Giue me my vaile come throw it ore my face Wee 'l once more heare Orsinos Embassie Enter Violenta Vio. The honorable Ladie of the house which is she Ol. Speake to me I shall answer for her your will Vio Most radiant exquisite and vnmatchable beautie I pray you tell me if this bee the Lady of the house for I neuer saw her I would bee loath to cast away my speech for besides that it is excellently well pend I haue taken great paines to con it Good Beauties let mee sustaine no scorne I am very comptible euen to the least sinister vsage Ol. Whence came you sir Vio. I can say little more then I haue studied that question 's out of my part Good gentle one giue mee modest assurance if you be the Ladie of the house that may proceede in my speech Ol. Are you a Comedian Vio. No my profound heart and yet by the verie phangs of malice I sweare I am not that I play Are you the Ladie of the house Ol. If I do not vsurpe my selfe I am Vio Most certaine if you are she you do vsurp your selfe for what is yours to bestowe is not yours to reserue But this is from my Commission I will on with my speech in your praise and then shew you the heart of my message Ol. Come to what is important in 't I forgiue you the praise Vio. Alas I tooke great paines to studie it and 't is Poeticall Ol. It is the more like to be feigned I pray you keep it in I heard you were sawcy at my gates allowd your approach rather to wonder at you then to heare you If you be not mad be gone if you haue reason be breefe 't is not that time of Moone with me to make one in so skipping a dialogue Ma. Will you hoyst sayle sir here lies your way Vio. No good swabber I am to hull here a little longer Some mollification for your Giant sweete Ladie tell me your minde I am a messenger Ol. Sure you haue some hiddeous matter to deliuer when the curtesie of it is so fearefull Speake your office Vio. It alone concernes your eare I bring no ouerture of warre no taxation of homage I hold the Olyffe in my hand my words are as full of peace as matter Ol. Yet you began rudely What are you What would you Vio. The rudenesse that hath appear'd in mee haue I learn'd from my entertainment What I am and what I would are as secret as maiden-head to your eares Diuinity to any others prophanation Ol. Giue vs the place alone We will heare this diuinitie Now sir what is your text Vio. Most sweet Ladie Ol. A comfortable doctrine and much may bee saide of it Where lies your Text Vio. In Orsinoes bosome Ol. In his bosome In what chapter of his bosome Vio. To answer by the method in the first of his hart Ol. O I haue read it it is heresie Haue you no more to say Vio. Good Madam let me see your face Ol. Haue you any Commission from your Lord to negotiate with my face you are now out of your Text but we will draw the Curtain and shew you the picture Looke you sir such a one I was this present I st not well done Vio Excellently done if God did all Ol. 'T is in graine sir 't will endure winde and weather Vio. T is beauty truly blent whose red and white Natures owne sweet and cunning hand laid on Lady you are the cruell'st shee aliue If you will leade these graces to the graue And leaue the world no copie Ol. O sir I will not be so hard-hearted I will giue out diuers scedules of my beautie It shal be Inuentoried and euery particle and vtensile labell'd to my will As Item two lippes indifferent redde Item two grey eyes with lids to them Item one necke one chin so forth Were you sent hither to praise me Vio. I see you what you are you are too proud But if you were the diuell you are faire My Lord and master loues you O such loue Could be but recompenc'd though you were crown'd The non-pareil of beautie Ol. How does he loue me Vio. With adorations fertill teares With groanes that thunder loue with sighes of fire Ol. Your Lord does know my mind I cannot loue him Yet I suppose him vertuous know him noble Of great estate of fresh and stainlesse youth In voyces well divulg'd free learn'd and valiant And in dimension and the shape of nature A gracious person But yet I cannot loue him He might haue tooke his answer long ago Vio. If I did loue you in my masters flame With such a suffring such a deadly life In your deniall I would finde no sence I would not vnderstand it Ol. Why what would you Vio. Make me a willow Cabine at your gate And call vpon my soule within the house Write loyall Cantons of contemned loue And sing them lowd euen in the dead of night Hallow your name to the reuerberate hilles And make the babling Gossip of the aire Cry out Oliuia O you should not rest Betweene the elements of ayre and earth But you should pittie me Ol. You might do much What is your Parentage Vio. Aboue my fortunes yet my state is well I am a Gentleman Ol. Get you to your Lord I cannot loue him let him send no more Vnlesse perchance you come to me againe To tell me how he takes it Fare you well I thanke you for your paines spend this for mee Vio. I am no feede poast Lady keepe your purse My Master not my selfe lackes recompence Loue make his heart of flint that you shal loue And let your feruour like my masters be Plac'd in contempt Farwell fayre crueltie Exit Ol. What is your Parentage Aboue my fortunes yet my state is well I am a Gentleman I le be sworne thou art Thy tongue thy face thy limbes actions and spirit Do giue thee fiue-fold blazon not too fast soft soft Vnlesse the Master were the man How now Euen so quickly may one catch the plague Me thinkes I feele this youths perfections With an inuisible and subtle stealth To creepe in at mine eyes Well let it be What hoa Maluolio Enter Maluolio Mal. Heere Madam at your seruice Ol. Run after that same peeuish Messenger The Countes man he left this Ring behinde him Would I or not tell him I le none of it Desire him not to flatter with his Lord Nor hold him vp with hopes I am not for him If that the youth will come this way to morrow I le giue him reasons for 't hie thee Maluolio Mal. Madam I will Exit Ol. I do I know not what and feare to finde Mine eye too great a flatterer for my minde Fate shew thy force our selues we do not owe What is decreed must be and be this so Finis
now in some commerce with my Ladie and will by and by depart To. Go sir Andrew scout mee for him at the corner of the Orchard like a bum-Baylie so soone as euer thou seest him draw and as thou draw'st sweare horrible for â—t comes to passe oft that a terrible oath with a swaggering accent sharpely twang'd off giues manhoode more approbation then euer proofe it selfe would haue earn'd him Away And. Nay let me alone for swearing Exit To. Now will not I deliuer his Letter for the behauiour of the yong Gentleman giues him out to be of good capacity and breeding his employment betweene his Lord and my Neece confirmes no lesse Therefore this Letter being so excellently ignorant will breed no terror in the youth he will finde it comes from a Clodde-pole But sir I will deliuer his Challenge by word of mouth set vpon Ague-cheeke a notable report of valor and driue the Gentleman as I know his youth will aptly receiue it into a most hideous opinion of his rage skill furie and impetuositie This will so fright them both that they wil kill one another by the looke like Cockatrices Enter Oliuia and Viola Fab. Heere he comes with your Neece giue them way till he take leaue and presently after him To I wil meditate the while vpon some horrid message for a Challenge Ol. I haue said too much vnto a hart of stone And laid mine honour too vnchary on 't There 's something in me that reproues my fault But such a head-strong potent fault it is That it but mockes reproofe Vio. With the same hauiour that your passion beares Goes on my Masters greefes Ol. Heere weare this Iewell for me t is my picture Refuse it not it hath no tongue to vex you And I beseech you come againe to morrow What shall you aske of me that I le deny That honour sau'd may vpon asking giue Vio Nothing but this your true loue for my master Ol. How with mine honor may I giue him that Which I haue giuen to you Vio I will acquit you Ol. Well come againe to morrow far-thee-well A Fiend like thee might beare my soule to hell Enter Toby and Fabian To. Gentleman God saue thee Vio. And you sir To. That defence thou hast betake the too 't of what nature the wrongs are thou hast done him I knowe not but thy intercepter full of despight bloody as the Hunter attends thee at the Orchard end dismount thy tucke be yare in thy preparation for thy assaylant is quick skilfull and deadly Vio. You mistake sir I am sure no man hath any quarrell to me my remembrance is very free and cleere from any image of offence done to any man To. You 'l finde it otherwise I assure you therefore if you hold your life at any price betake you to your gard for your opposite hath in him what youth strength skill and wrath can furnish man withall Vio. I pray you sir what is he To. He is knight dubb'd with vnhatch'd Rapier and on carpet consideration but he is a diuell in priuate brall soules and bodies hath he diuorc'd three and his incensement at this moment is so implacable that satisfaction can be none but by pangs of death and sepulcher Hob nob is his word giu 't or take 't Vio. I will returne againe into the house and desire some conduct of the Lady I am no fighter I haue heard of some kinde of men that put quarrells purposely on others to taste their valour belike this is a man of that quirke To. Sir no his indignation deriues it selfe out of a very computent iniurie therefore get you on and giue him his desire Backe you shall not to the house vnlesse you vndertake that with me which with as much safetie you might answer him therefore on or strippe your sword starke naked for meddle you must that 's certain or forsweare to weare iron about you Vio. This is as vnciuill as strange I beseech you doe me this courteous office as to know of the Knight what my offence to him is it is something of my negligence nothing of my purpose To. I will doe so Signiour Fabian stay you by this Gentleman till my returne Exit Toby Vio. Pray you sir do you know of this matter Fab. I know the knight is incenst against you euen to a mortall arbitrement but nothing of the circumstance more Vio. I beseech you what manner of man is he Fab. Nothing of that wonderfull promise to read him by his forme as you are like to finde him in the proofe of his valour He is indeede sir the most skilfull bloudy fatall opposite that you could possibly haue found in anie part of Illyria will you walke towards him I will make your peace with him if I can Vio. I shall bee much bound to you for 't I am one that had rather go with sir Priest then sir knight I care not who knowes so much of my mettle Exeunt Enter Toby and Andrew To. Why man heeâ—s a verie diuell I haue not seen such a firago I had a passe with him rapier scabberd and all and he giues me the stucke in with such a mortall motion that it is ineuitable and on the answer he payes you as surely as your feete hits the ground they step on They say he has bin Fencer to the Sophy And. Pox on 't I le not meddle with him To. I but he will not now be pacified Fabian can scarse hold him yonder An. Plague on 't and I thought he had beene vallant and so cunning in Fence I 'de haue seene him damn'd ere I 'de haue challeng'd him Let him let the matter slip and I le giue him my horse gray Capilet To. I le make the motion stand heere make a good shew on 't this shall end without the perdition of soules marry I le ride your horse as well as I ride you Enter Fabian and Viola I haue his horse to take vp the quarrell I haue perswaded him the youths a diuell Fa. He is as horribly conceited of him and pants lookes pale as if a Beare were at his heeles To. There 's no remedie sir he will fight with you for 's oath sake marrie hee hath better bethought him of his quarrell and hee findes that now scarse to bee worth talking of therefore draw for the supportance of his vowe he protests he will not hurt you Vio. Pray God defend me a little thing would make me tell them how much I lacke of a man Fab. Giue ground if you see him furious To. Come sir Andrew there 's no remedie the Gentleman will for his honors sake haue one bowt with you he cannot by the Duello auoide it but hee has promised me as he is a Gentleman and a Soldiour he will not hurt you Come on too 't And. Pray God he keepe his oath Enter Antonio Vio. I do assure you t is against my will Ant. Put vp your sword if this yong Gentleman
According to my birth what do you say Seb. I le follow this good man and go with you And hauing sworne truth euer will be true Ol. Then lead the way good father heauens so shine That they may fairely note this acte of mine Exeunt Finis Actus Quartus Actus Quintus Scena Prima Enter Clowne and Fabian Fab. Now as thou lou'st me let me see his Letter Clo. Good M. Fabian grant me another request Fab. Any thing Clo. Do not desire to see this Letter Fab. This is to giue a dogge and in recompence desire my dogge againe Enter Duke Viola Curio and Lords Duke Belong you to the Lady Oliuia friends Clo. I sir we are some of her trappings Duke I know thee well how doest thou my good Fellow Clo. Truely sir the better for my foes and the worse for my friends Du. Iust the contrary the better for thy friends Clo. No sir the worse Du. How can that be Clo. Marry sir they praise me and make an asse of me now my foes tell me plainly I am an Asse so that by my foes sir I profit in the knowledge of my selfe and by my friends I am abused so that conclusions to be as kisses if your foure negatiues make your two affirmatiues why then the worse for my friends and the better for my foes Du. Why this is excellent Clo. By my troth sir no though it please you to be one of my friends Du. Thou shalt not be the worse for me there 's gold Clo. But that it would be double dealing sir I would you could make it another Du. O you giue me ill counsell Clo. Put your grace in your pocket sir for this once and let your flesh and blood obey it Du. Well I will be so much a sinner to be a double dealer there 's another Clo. Primo secundo tertio is a good play and the olde saying is the third payes for all the triplex sir is a good tripping measure or the belles of S. Bennet sir may put you in minde one two three Du. You can foole no more money out of mee at this throw if you will let your Lady know I am here to speak with her and bring her along with you it may awake my bounty further Clo. Marry sir lullaby to your bountie till I come agen I go sir but I would not haue you to thinke that my desire of hauing is the sinne of couetousnesse but as you say sir let your bounty take a nappe I will awake it anon Exit Enter Anthonio and Officers Vio. Here comes the man sir that did rescue mee Du. That face of his I do remember well yet when I saw it last it was besmear'd As blacke as Vulcan in the smoake of warre A bawbling Vessell was he Captaine of For shallow draught and bulke vnprizable With which such scathfull grapple did he make With the most noble bottome of our Fleete That very enuy and the tongue of losse Cride fame and honor on him What 's the matter 1 Offi. Orsino this is that Anthonio That tooke the Phoenix and her fraught from Candy And this is he that did the Tiger boord When your yong Nephew Titus lost his legge Heere in the streets desperate of shame and state In priuate brabble did we apprehend him Vio He did me kindnesse sir drew on my side But in conclusion put strange speech vpon me I know not what 't was but distraction Du. Notable Pyrate thou salt-water Theefe What foolish boldnesse brought thee to their mercies Whom thou in termes so bloudie and so deere Hast made thine enemies Ant. Orsino Noble sir Be pleas'd that I shake off these names you giue mee Anthonio neuer yet was Theefe or Pyrate Though I confesse on base and ground enough Orsino's enemie A witchcraft drew me hither That most ingratefull boy there by your side From the rude seas enrag'd and foamy mouth Did I redeeme a wracke past hope he was His life I gaue him and did thereto adde My loue without retention or restraint All his in dedication For his sake Did I expose my selfe pure for his loue Into the danger of this aduerse Towne Drew to defend him when he was beset Where being apprehended his false cunning Not meaning to partake with me in danger Taught him to face me out of his acquaintance And grew a twentie yeeres remoued thing While one would winke denide me mine owne purse Which I had recommended to his vse Not halfe an houre before Vio. How can this be Du. When came he to this Towne Ant. To day my Lord and for three months before No intrim not a minutes vacancie Both day and night did we keepe companie Enter Oliuia and attendants Du. Heere comes the Countesse now heauen walkes on earth But for thee fellow fellow thy words are madnesse Three monthes this youth hath tended vpon mee But more of that anon Take him aside Ol. What would my Lord but that he may not haue Wherein Oliuia may seeme seruiceable Cesario you do not keepe promise with me Vio. Madam Du. Gracious Oliuia Ol. What do you say Cesario Good my Lord. Vio My Lord would speake my dutie hushes me Ol. If it be ought to the old tune my Lord It is as fat and fulsome to mine eare As howling after Musicke Du. Still so cruell Ol. Still so constant Lord. Du. What to peruersenesse you vnciuill Ladie To whose ingrate and vnauspicious Altars My soule the faithfull'st offrings haue breath'd out That ere deuotion tender'd What shall I do Ol Euen what it please my Lord that shal becom him Du. Why should I not had I the heart to do it Like to th' Egyptian theefe at point of death Kill what I loue a sauage iealousie That sometime sauours nobly but heare me this Since you to non-regardance cast my faith And that I partly know the instrument That screwes me from my true place in your fauour Liue you the Marble-brested Tirant still But this your Minion whom I know you loue And whom by heauen I sweare I tender deerely Him will I teare out of that cruell eye Where he sits crowned in his masters spight Come boy with me my thoughts are ripe in mischiefe I le sacrifice the Lambe that I do loue To spight a Rauens heart within a Doue Vio And I most iocund apt and willinglie To do you rest a thousand deaths would dye Ol. Where goes Cesario Vio. After him I loue More then I loue these eyes more then my life More by all mores then ere I shall loue wife If I do feigne you witnesses aboue Punish my life for tainting of my loue Ol. Aye me detested how am I beguil'd Vio Who does beguile you who does do you wrong Ol. Hast thou forgot thy selfe Is it so long Call forth the holy Father Du. Come away Ol. Whether my Lord Cesario Husband stay Du. Husband Ol. I Husband Can he that deny Du. Her husband sirrah Vio. No my Lord not I. Ol. Alas it is the
am not now a Gentleman borne Aut. I know you are now Sir a Gentleman borne Clow. I and haue been so any time these foure houres Shep. And so haue I Boy Clow. So you haue but I was a Gentleman borne before my Father for the Kings Sonne tooke me by the hand and call'd mee Brother and then the two Kings call'd my Father Brother and then the Prince my Brother and the Princesse my Sister call'd mv Father Father and so wee wept and there was the first Gentleman-like teares that euer we shed Shep. We may liue Sonne to shed many more Clow. I or else 't were hard luck being in so pâ—eposterous estate as we are Aut. I humbly beseech you Sir to pardon me all the faults I haue committed to your Worship and to giue me your good report to the Prince my Master Shep. 'Prethee Sonne doe for we must be gentle now we are Gentlemen Clow. Thou wilt amend thy life Ant. I and it like your good Worship Clow. Giue me thy hand I will sweare to the Prince thou art as honest a true Fellow as any is in Bohemia Shep. You may say it but not sweare it Clow. Not sweare it now I am a Gentleman Let Boores and Francklins say it I le sweare it Shep. How if it be false Sonne Clow. If it be ne're so false a true Gentleman may sweare it in the behalfe of his Friend And I le sweare to the Prince thou art a tall Fellow of thy hands and that thou wilt not be drunke but I know thou art no tall Fellow of thy hands and that thou wilt be drunke but I le sweare it and I would thou would'st be a tall Fellow of thy hands Aut. I will proue so Sir to my power Clow. I by any meanes proue a tall Fellow if I do not wonder how thou dar'st venture to be drunke not being a tall Fellow trust me not Harke the Kings and the Princes our Kindred are going to see the Queenes Picture Come follow vs wee 'le be thy good Masters Exeunt Scaena Tertia Enter Leontes Polixenes Florizell Perdita Camillo Paulina Hermione like a Statue Lords c. Leo. O graue and good Paulina the great comfort That I haue had of thee Paul What Soueraigne Sir I did not well I meant well all my Seruices You haue pay'd home But that you haue vouchsaf'd With your Crown'd Brother and these your contracted Heires of your Kingdomes my poore House to visit It is a surplus of your Grace which neuer My life may last to answere Leo. O Paulina We honor you with trouble but we came To see the Statue of our Queene Your Gallerie Haue we pass'd through not without much content In many singularities but we saw not That which my Daughter came to looke vpon The Statue of her Mother Paul As she liu'd peerelesse So her dead likenesse I doe well beleeue Excells what euer yet you look'd vpon Or hand of Man hath done therefore I keepe it Louely apart But here it is prepare To see the Life as liuely mock'd as euer Still Sleepe mock'd Death behold and say 't is well I like your silence it the more shewes-off Your wonder but yet speake first you my Liege Comes it not something neere Leo. Her naturall Posture Chide me deare Stone that I may say indeed Thou art Hermione or rather thou art she In thy not chiding for she was as tender As Infancie and Grace But yet Paulina Hermione was not so much wrinckled nothing So aged as this seemes Pol. Oh not by much Paul So much the more our Caruers excellence Which lets goe-by some sixteene yeeres and makes her As she liu'd now Leo. As now she might haue done So much to my good comfort as it is Now piercing to my Soule Oh thus she stood Euen with such Life of Maiestie warme Life As now it coldly stands when first I woo'd her I am asham'd Do's not the Stone rebuke me For being more Stone then it Oh Royall Peece There 's Magick in thy Maiestie which ha's My Euils coniur'd to remembrance and From thy admiring Daughter tooke the Spirits Standing like Stone with thee Perd. And giue me leaue And doe not say 't is Superstition that I kneele and then implore her Blessing Lady Deere Queene that ended when I but began Giue me that hand of yours to kisse Paul O patience The Statue is but newly fix'd the Colour 's Not dry Cam. My Lord your Sorrow was too sore lay'd-on Which sixteene Winters cannot blow away So many Summers dry scarce any Ioy Did euer so long liue no Sorrow But kill'd it selfe much sooner Pol. Deere my Brother Let him that was the cause of this haue powre To take-off so much griefe from you as he Will peece vp in himselfe Paul Indeed my Lord If I had thought the sight of my poore Image Would thus haue wrought you for the Stone is mine I l'd not haue shew'd it Leo. Doe not draw the Curtaine Paul No longer shall you gaze on 't least your Fancie May thinke anon it moues Leo. Let be let be Would I were dead but that me thinkes alreadie What was he that did make it See my Lord Would you not deeme it breath'd and that those veines Did verily beare blood Pol. ' Masterly done The very Life seemes warme vpon her Lippe Leo. The fixure of her Eye ha's motion in 't As we are mock'd with Art Paul I le draw the Curtaine My Lord 's almost so farre transported that Hee 'le thinke anon it liues Leo. Oh sweet Paulina Make me to thinke so twentie yeeres together No setled Sences of the World can match The pleasure of that madnesse Let 't alone Paul I am sorry Sir I haue thus farre stir'd you but I could afflict you farther Leo. Doe Paulina For this Affliction ha's a taste as sweet As any Cordiall comfort Still me thinkes There is an ayre comes from her What fine Chizzell Could euer yet cut breath Let no man mock me For I will kisse her Paul Good my Lord forbeare The ruddinesse vpon her Lippe is wet You 'le marre it if you kisse it stayne your owne With Oyly Painting shall I draw the Curtaine Leo. No not these twentie yeeres Perd. So long could I Stand-by a looker-on Paul Either forbeare Quit presently the Chappell or resolue you For more amazement if you can behold it I le make the Statue moue indeed descend And take you by the hand but then you 'le thinke Which I protest against I am assisted By wicked Powers Leo. What you can make her doe I am content to looke on what to speake I am content to heare for 't is as easie To make her speake as moue Paul It is requir'd You doe awake your Faith then all stand still On those that thinke it is vnlawfull Businesse I am about let them depart Leo. Proceed No foot shall stirre Paul Musick awake her Strike 'T is time descend be Stone no more approach Strike all that looke
it At Couentree vpon S. Lamberts day There shall your swords and Lances arbitrate The swelling difference of your setled hate Since we cannot attone you you shall see Iustice designe the Victors Chiualrie Lord Marshall command our Officers at Armes Be readie to direct these home Alarmes Exeunt Scaena Secunda Enter Gaunt and Dutchesse of Gloâ—cester Gaunt Alas the part I had in Glousters blood Doth more solicite me then your exclaimes To stirre against the Butchers of his life But since correction lyeth in those hands Which made the fault that we cannot correct Put we our quarrell to the will of heauen Who when they see the houres ripe on earth Will raigne hot vengeance on offenders heads Dut. Findes brotherhood in thee no sharper spurre Hath loue in thy old blood no liuing fire Edwards seuen sonnes whereof thy selfe art one Were as seuen violles of his Sacred blood Or seuen faire branches springing from one roote Some of those seuen are dride by natures course Some of those branches by the destinies cut But Thomas my deere Lord my life my Glouster One Violl full of Edwards Sacred blood One flourishing branch of his most Royall roote Is crack'd and all the precious liquor spilt Is hackt downe and his summer leafes all vaded By Enuies hand and Murders bloody Axe Ah Gaunt His blood was thine that bed that wombe That mettle that selfe-mould that fashion'd thee Made him a man and though thou liu'st and breath'st Yet art thou slaine in him thou dost consent In some large measure to thy Fathers death In that thou seest thy wretched brother dye Who was the modell of thy Fathers life Call it not patience Gaunt it is dispaire In suffering thus thy brother to be slaughter'd Thou shew'st the naked pathway to thy life Teaching sterne murther how to butcher thee That which in meane men we intitle patience Is pale cold cowardice in noble brests What shall I say to safegard thine owne life The best way is to venge my Glousters death Gaunt Heauens is the quarrell for heauens substitute His Deputy annointed in his sight Hath caus'd his death the which if wrongfully Let heauen reuenge for I may neuer lift An angry arme against his Minister Dut. Where then alas may I complaint my selfe Gau. To heauen the widdowes Champion to defence Dut. Why then I will farewell old Gaunt Thou go'st to Couentrie there to behold Our Cosine Herford and fell Mowbray fight O sit my husbands wrongs on Herfords speare That it may enter butcher Mowbrayes brest Or if misfortune misse the first carreere Be Mowbrayes sinnes so heauy in his bosome That they may breake his foaming Coursers backe And throw the Rider headlong in the Lists A Gaytiffe recreant to my Cosine Herford Farewell old Gaunt thy sometimes brothers wife With her companion Greefe must end her life Gau. Sister farewell I must to Couentree As much good stay with thee as go with mee Dut. Yet one word more Greefe boundeth where it falls Not with the emptie hollownes but weight I take my leaue before I haue begun For sorrow ends not when it seemeth done Commend me to my brother Edmund Yorke Loe this is all nay yet depart not so Though this be all do not so quickly go I shall remember more Bid him Oh what With all good speed at Plashie visit mee Alacke and what shall good old Yorke there see But empty lodgings and vnfurnish'd walles Vn-peopel'd Offices vntroden stones And what heare there for welcome but my grones Therefore commend me let him not come there To seeke out sorrow that dwels euery where Desolate desolate will I hence and dye The last leaue of thee takes my weeping eye Exeunt Scena Tertia Enter Marshall and Aumerle Mar. My L. Aumerle is Harry Herford arm'd Aum. Yea at all points and longs to enter in Mar. The Duke of Norfolke sprightfully and bold Stayes but the summons of the Appealants Trumpet Au. Why then the Champions are prepar'd and stay For nothing but his Maiesties approach Flourish Enter King Gaunt Bushy Bagot Greene others Then Mowbray in Armor and Harrold Rich. Marshall demand of yonder Champion The cause of his arriuall heere in Armes Aske him his name and orderly proceed To sweare him in the iustice of his cause Mar. In Gods name and the Kings say who y u art And why thou com'st thus knightly clad in Armes Against what man thou com'st and what 's thy quarrell Speake truly on thy knighthood and thine oath As so defend thee heauen and thy valour Mow. My name is Tho. Mowbray Duke of Norfolk Who hither comes engaged by my oath Which heauen defend a knight should violate Both to defend my loyalty and truth To God my King and his succeeding issue Against the Duke of Herford that appeales me And by the grace of God and this mine arme To proue him in defending of my selfe A Traitor to my God my King and me And as I truly fight defend me heauen Tucket Enter Hereford and Harold Rich. Marshall Aske yonder Knight in Armes Both who he is and why he commeth hither Thus placed in habiliments of warre And formerly according to our Law Depose him in the iustice of his cause Mar. What is thy name and wherfore comst y u hither Before King Richard in his Royall Lists Against whom com'st thou and what 's thy quarrell Speake like a true Knight so defend thee heauen Bul. Harry of Herford Lancaster and Derbie Am I who ready heere do stand in Armes To proue by heauens grace and my bodies valour In Lists on Thomas Mowbray Duke of Norfolke That he 's a Traitor foule and dangerous To God of heauen King Richard and to me And as I truly fight defend me heauen Mar. On paine of death no person be so bold Or daring hardie as to touch the Listes Except the Marshall and such Officers Appointed to direct these faire designes Bul. Lord Marshall let me kisse my Soueraigns hand And bow my knee before his Maiestie For Mowbray and my selfe are like two men That vow a long and weary pilgrimage Then let vs take a ceremonious leaue And loâ—ing farwell of our seuerall friends Mar. The Appealant in all duty greets your Highnes And craues to kisse your hand and take his leaue Rich. We will descend and fold him in our armes Cosin of Herford as thy cause is iust So be thy fortune in this Royall fight Farewell my blood which if to day thou shead Lament we may but not reuenge thee dead Bull. Oh let no noble eye prophane a teare For me if I be gor'd with Mowbrayes speare As confident as is the Falcons flight Against a bird do I with Mowbray fight My louing Lord I take my leaue of you Of you my Noble Cosin Lord Aumerle Not sicke although I haue to do with death But lustie yong and cheerely drawing breath Loe as at English Feasts so I regreete The daintiest last to make the end most sweet Oh thou the earthy
cap then to wait at my heeles I was neuer mann'd with an Agot till now but I will sette you neyther in Gold nor Siluer but in vilde apparell and send you backe againe to your Master for a Iewell The Iuuenall the Prince your Master whose Chin is not yet fledg'd I will sooner haue a beard grow in the Palme of my hand then he shall get one on his cheeke yet he will not sticke to say his Face is a Face-Royall Heauen may finish it when he will it is not a haire amisse yet he may keepe it still at a Face-Royall for a Barber shall neuer earne six pence out of it and yet he will be crowing as if he had writ man euer since his Father was a Batchellour He may keepe his owne Grace but he is almost out of mine I can assure him What said M. Dombledon about the Satten for my short Cloake and Slops Pag. He said sir you should procure him better Assurance then Bardolfe he wold not take his Bond yours he lik'd not the Security Fal. Let him bee damn'd like the Glutton may his Tongue be hotter a horson Achitophel a Rascally-yea-forsooth-knaue to beare a Gentleman in hand and then stand vpon Security The horson smooth-pates doe now weare nothing but high shoes and bunches of Keyes at their girdles and if a man is through with them in honest Taking-vp then they must stand vpon Securitie I had as liefe they would put Rats-bane in my mouth as offer to stoppe it with Security I look'd hee should haue sent me two and twenty yards of Satten as I am true Knight and he sends me Security Well he may sleep in Security for he hath the horne of Abundance and the lightnesse of his Wife shines through it and yet cannot he see though he haue his owne Lanthorne to light him Where 's Bardolfe Pag. He 's gone into Smithfield to buy your worship a horse Fal. I bought him in Paules and hee 'l buy mee a horse in Smithfield If I could get mee a wife in the Stewes I were Mann'd Hors'd and Wiu'd Enter Chiefe Iustice and Seruant Pag. Sir heere comes the Nobleman that committed the Prince for striking him about Bardolfe Fal. Wait close I will not see him Ch. Iust What 's he that goes there Ser. Falstaffe and 't please your Lordship Iust He that was in question for the Robbery Ser. He my Lord but he hath since done good seruice at Shrewsbury and as I heare is now going with some Charge to the Lord Iohn of Lancaster Iust. What to Yorke Call him backe againe Ser. Sir Iohn Falstaffe Fal. Boy tell him I am deafe Pag. You must speake lowder my Master is deafe Iust I am sure he is to the hearing of any thing good Go plucke him by the Elbow I must speake with him Ser. Sir Iohn Fal. What a yong knaue and beg Is there not wars Is there not imployment Doth not the K. lack subiects Do not the Rebels want Soldiers Though it be a shame to be on any side but one it is worse shame to begge then to be on the worst side were it worse then the name of Rebellion can tell how to make it Ser. You mistake me Sir Fal. Why sir Did I say you were an honest man Setting my Knight-hood and my Souldiership aside I had lyed in my throat if I had said so Ser. I pray you Sir then set your Knighthood and your Souldier-ship aside and giue mee leaue to tell you you lye in your throat if you say I am any other then an honest man Fal. I giue thee leaue to tell me so I lay a-side that which growes to me If thou get'st any leaue of me hang me if thou tak'st leaue thou wer't better be hang'd you Hunt-counter hence Auant Ser. Sir my Lord would speake with you Iust Sir Iohn Falstaffe a word with you Fal. My good Lord giue your Lordship good time of the day I am glad to see your Lordship abroad I heard say your Lordship was sicke I hope your Lordship goes abroad by aduise Your Lordship though not clean past your youth hath yet some smack of age in you some rellish of the saltnesse of Time and I most humbly beseech your Lordship to haue a reuerend care of your health Iust Sir Iohn I sent you before your Expedition to Shrewsburie Fal. If it please your Lordship I heare his Maiestie is return'd with some discomfort from Wales Iust I talke not of his Maiesty you would not come when I sent for you Fal. And I heare moreouer his Highnesse is falne into this same whorson Apoplexie Iust Well heauen mend him I pray let me speak with you Fal. This Apoplexie is as I take it a kind of Lethargie a sleeping of the blood a horson Tingling Iust What tell you me of it be it as it is Fal. It hath it originall from much greefe from study and perturbation of the braine I haue read the cause of his effects in Galen It is a kinde of deafenesse Iust I thinke you are falne into the disease For you heare not what I say to you Fal. Very well my Lord very well rather an 't please you it is the disease of not Listning the malady of not Marking that I am troubled withall Iust To punish you by the heeles would amend the attention of your eares I care not if I be your Physitian Fal. I am as poore as Iob my Lord but not so Patient your Lordship may minister the Potion of imprisonment to me in respect of Pouertie but how I should bee your Patient to follow your prescriptions the wise may make some dram of a scruple or indeede a scruple it selfe Iust I sent for you when there were matters against you for your life to come speake with me Fal. As I was then aduised by my learned Councel in the lawes of this Land-seruice I did not come Iust Wel the truth is sir Iohn you liue in great infamy Fal. He that buckles him in my belt cānot liue in lesse Iust Your Meanes is very slender and your wast great Fal. I would it were otherwise I would my Meanes were greater and my waste slenderer Iust You haue misled the youthfull Prince Fal. The yong Prince hath misled mee I am the Fellow with the great belly and he my Dogge Iust Well I am loth to gall a new-heal'd wound your daies seruice at Shrewsbury hath a little gilded ouer your Nights exploit on Gads-hill You may thanke the vnquiet time for your quiet o're-posting that Action Fal. My Lord Iust But since all is wel keep it so wake not a sleeping Wolfe Fal. To wake a Wolfe is as bad as to smell a Fox Iu. What you are as a candle the better part burnt out Fal. A Wassell-Candle my Lord all Tallow if I did say of wax my growth would approue the truth Iust There is not a white haire on your face but shold haue his effect of grauity Fal. His effect of
grauy grauy grauy Iust You follow the yong Prince vp and downe like his euill Angell Fal. Not so my Lord your ill Angell is light but I hope he that lookes vpon mee will take mee without weighing and yet in some respects I grant I cannot go I cannot tell Vertue is of so little regard in these Costormongers that true valor is turn'd Beare-heard Pregnancie is made a Tapster and hath his quicke wit wasted in giuing Recknings all the other gifts appertinent to man as the malice of this Age shapes them are not woorth a Gooseberry You that are old consider not the capacities of vs that are yong you measure the heat of our Liuers with the bitternes of your gals we that are in the vaward of our youth I must confesse are wagges too Iust Do you set downe your name in the scrowle of youth that are written downe old with all the Charracters of age Haue you not a moist eye a dry hand a yellow cheeke a white beard a decreasing leg an incresing belly Is not your voice broken your winde short your wit single and euery part about you blasted with Antiquity and wil you cal your selfe yong Fy fy fy sir Iohn Fal. My Lord I was borne with a white head somthing a round belly For my voice I haue lost it with hallowing and singing of Anthemes To approue my youth farther I will not the truth is I am onely olde in iudgement and vnderstanding and he that will caper with mee for a thousand Markes let him lend me the mony haue at him For the boxe of th' eare that the Prince gaue you he gaue it like a rude Prince and you tooke it like a sensible Lord. I haue checkt him for it and the yong Lion repents Marry not in ashes and sacke-cloath but in new Silke and old Sacke Iust Wel heauen send the Prince a better companion Fal. Heauen send the Companion a better Prince I cannot rid my hands of him Iust Well the King hath seuer'd you and Prince Harry I heare you are going with Lord Iohn of Lancaster against the Archbishop and the Earle of Northumberland Fal. Yes I thanke your pretty sweet wit for it but looke you pray all you that kisse my Ladie Peace at home that our Armies ioyn not in a hot day for if I take but two shirts out with me and I meane not to sweat extraordinarily if it bee a hot day if I brandish any thing but my Bottle would I might neuer spit white againe There is not a daungerous Action can peepe out his head but I am thrust vpon it Well I cannot last euer Iust Well be honest be honest and heauen blesse your Expedition Fal. Will your Lordship lend mee a thousand pound to furnish me forth Iust Not a peny not a peny you are too impatient to beare crosses Fare you well Commend mee to my Cosin Westmerland Fal. If I do fillop me with a three-man-Beetle A man can no more separate Age and Couetousnesse then he can part yong limbes and letchery but the Gowt galles the one and the pox pinches the other and so both the Degrees preuent my curses Boy Page Sir Fal. What money is in my purse Page Seuen groats and two pence Fal. I can get no remedy against this Consumption of the purse Borrowing onely lingers and lingers it out but the disease is incureable Go beare this letter to my Lord of Lancaster this to the Prince this to the Earle of Westmerland and this to old Mistris Vrsula whome I haue weekly sworne to marry since I perceiu'd the first white haire on my chin About it you know where to finde me A pox of this Gowt or a Gowt of this Poxe for the one or th' other playes the rogue with my great toe It is no matter if I do halt I haue the warres for my colour and my Pension shall seeme the more reasonable A good wit will make vse of any thing I will turne diseases to commodity Exeunt Scena Quarta Enter Archbishop Hastings Mowbray and Lord Bardolfe Ar. Thus haue you heard our causes kno our Means And my most noble Friends I pray you all Speake plainly your opinions of our hopes And first Lord Marshall what say you to it Mow. I well allow the occasion of our Armes But gladly would be better satisfied How in our Meanes we should aduance our selues To looke with forhead bold and big enough Vpon the Power and puisance of the King Hast Our present Musters grow vpon the File To fiue and twenty thousand men of choice And our Supplies liue largely in the hope Of great Northumberland whose bosome burnes With an incensed Fire of Iniuries L. Bar. The question then Lord Hastings standeth thus Whether our present fiue and twenty thousand May hold-vp-head without Northumberland Hast With him we may L. Bar. I marry there 's the point But if without him we be thought to feeble My iudgement is we should not step too farre Till we had his Assistance by the hand For in a Theame so bloody fac'd as this Coniecture Expectation and Surmise Of Aydes incertaine should not be admitted Arch. 'T is very true Lord Bardolfe for indeed It was yong Hotspurres case at Shrewsbury L. Bar. It was my Lord who liu'd himself with hope Eating the ayre on promise of Supply Flatt'ring himselfe with Proiect of a power Much smaller then the smallest of his Thoughts And so with great imagination Proper to mad men led his Powers to death And winking leap'd into destruction Hast But by your leaue it neuer yet did hurt To lay downe likely-hoods and formes of hope L. Bar. Yes if this present quality of warre Indeed the instant action a cause on foot Liues so in hope As in an early Spring We see th' appearing buds which to proue fruite Hope giues not so much warrant as Dispaire That Frosts will bite them When we meane to build We first suruey the Plot then draw the Modell And when we see the figure of the house Then must we rate the cost of the Erection Which if we finde out-weighes Ability What do we then but draw a-new the Modell In fewer offices Or at least desist To builde at all Much more in this great worke Which is almost to plucke a Kingdome downe And set another vp should we suruey The plot of Situation and the Modell Consent vpon a sure Foundation Question Surueyors know our owne estate How able such a Worke to vndergo To weigh against his Opposite Or else We fortifie in Paper and in Figures Vsing the Names of men instead of men Like one that drawes the Modell of a house Beyond his power to builde it who halfe through Giues o're and leaues his part-created Cost A naked subiect to the Weeping Clouds And waste for churlish Winters tyranny Hast Grant that our hopes yet likely of faire byrth Should be still-borne and that we now possest The vtmost man of expectation I thinke we are a
vse many wordes with you fare you well Gentlemen both I thanke you I must a dozen mile to night Bardolph giue the Souldiers Coates Shal. Sir Iohn Heauen blesse you and prosper your Affaires and send vs Peace As you returne visit my house Let our old acquaintance be renewed peraduenture I will with you to the Court. Falst I would you would Master Shallow Shal. Go-too I haue spoke at a word Fare you well Exit Falst Fare you well gentle Gentlemen On Bardolph leade the men away As I returne I will fetch off these Iustices I doe see the bottome of Iustice Shallow How subiect wee old men are to this vice of Lying This same staru'd Iustice hath done nothing but prate to me of the wildenesse of his Youth and the Feates hee hath done about Turnball-street and euery third word a Lye duer pay'd to the hearer then the Turkes Tribute I doe remember him at Clements Inne like a man made after Supper of a Cheese-paring When hee was naked hee was for all the world like a forked Radish with a Head fantastically caru'd vpon it with a Knife Hee was so forlorne that his Dimensions to any thicke sight were inuincible Hee was the very Genius of Famine hee came euer in the rere-ward of the Fashion And now is this Vices Dagger become a Squire and talkes as familiarly of Iohn of Gaunt as if hee had beene sworne Brother to him and I le be sworne hee neuer saw him but once in the Tilt-yard and then he burst his Head for crowding among the Marshals men I saw it and told Iohn of Gaunt hee beat his owne Name for you might haue truss'd him and all his Apparrell into an Eele-skinne the Case of a Treble Hoe-boy was a Mansion for him a Court and now hath hee Land and Beeues Well I will be acquainted with him if I returne and it shall goe hard but I will make him a Philosophers two Stones to me If the young Dace be a Bayt for the old Pike I see no reason in the Law of Nature but I may snap at him Let time shape and there an end Exeunt Actus Quartus Scena Prima Enter the Arch-bishop Mowbray Hastings Westmerland Coleuile Bish What is this Forrest call'd Hast 'T is Gualtree Forrest and 't shall please your Grace Bish Here stand my Lords and send discouerers forth To know the numbers of our Enemies Hast. Wee haue sent forth alreadie Bish 'T is well done My Friends and Brethren in these great Affaires I must acquaint you that I haue receiu'd New-dated Letters from Northumberland Their cold intent tenure and substance thus Here doth hee wish his Person with such Powers As might hold sortance with his Qualitie The which hee could not leuie whereupon Hee is retyr'd to ripe his growing Fortunes To Scotland and concludes in heartie prayers That your Attempts may ouer-liue the hazard And fearefull meeting of their Opposite Mow. Thus do the hopes we haue in him touch ground And dash themselues to pieces Enter a Messenger Hast Now what newes Mess West of this Forrest scarcely off a mile In goodly forme comes on the Enemie And by the ground they hide I iudge their number Vpon or neere the rate of thirtie thousand Mow. The iust proportion that we gaue them out Let vs sway-on and face them in the field Enter Westmerland Bish What well-appointed Leader fronts vs here Mow. I thinke it is my Lord of Westmerland West Health and faire greeting from our Generall The Prince Lord Iohn and Duke of Lancaster Bish Say on my Lord of Westmerland in peace What doth concerne your comming West Then my Lord Vnto your Grace doe I in chiefe addresse The substance of my Speech If that Rebellion Came like it selfe in base and abiect Routs Led on by bloodie Youth guarded with Rage And countenanc'd by Boyes and Beggerie I say if damn'd Commotion so appeare In his true natiue and most proper shape You Reuerend Father and these Noble Lords Had not beene here to dresse the ougly forme Of base and bloodie Insurrection With your faire Honors You Lord Arch-bishop Whose Sea is by a Ciuill Peace maintain'd Whose Beard the Siluer Hand of Peace hath touch'd Whose Learning and good Letters Peace hath tutor'd Whose white Inuestments figure Innocence The Doue and very blessed Spirit of Peace Wherefore doe you so ill translate your selfe Out of the Speech of Peace that beares such grace Into the harsh and boystrous Tongue of Warre Turning your Bookes to Graues your Inke to Blood Your Pennes to Launces and your Tongue diuine To a lowd Trumpet and a Point of Warre Bish Wherefore doe I this so the Question stands Briefely to this end Wee are all diseas'd And with our surfetting and wanton howres Haue brought our selues into a burning Feuer And wee must bleede for it of which Disease Our late King Richard being infected dy'd But my most Noble Lord of Westmerland I take not on me here as a Physician Nor doe I as an Enemie to Peace Troope in the Throngs of Militarie men But rather shew a while like fearefull Warre To dyet ranke Mindes sicke of happinesse And purge th' obstructions which begin to stop Our very Veines of Life heare me more plainely I haue in equall ballance iustly weigh'd What wrongs our Arms may do what wrongs we suffer And finde our Griefes heauier then our Offences Wee see which way the streame of Time doth runne And are enforc'd from our most quiet there By the rough Torrent of Occasion And haue the summarie of all our Griefes When time shall serue to shew in Articles Which long ere this wee offer'd to the King And might by no Suit gayne our Audience When wee are wrong'd and would vnfold our Griefes Wee are deny'd accesse vnto his Person Euen by those men that most haue done vs wrong The dangers of the dayes but newly gone Whose memorie is written on the Earth With yet appearing blood and the examples Of euery Minutes instance present now Hath put vs in these ill-beseeming Armes Not to breake Peace or any Branch of it But to establish here a Peace indeede Concurring both in Name and Qualitie West When euer yet was your Appeale deny'd Wherein haue you beene galled by the King What Peere hath beene suborn'd to grate on you That you should seale this lawlesse bloody Booke Of forg'd Rebellion with a Seale diuine Bish My Brother generall the Common-wealth I make my Quarrell in particular West There is no neede of any such redresse Or if there were it not belongs to you Mow. Why not to him in part and to vs all That feele the bruizes of the dayes before And suffer the Condition of these Times To lay a heauie and vnequall Hand vpon our Honors West O my good Lord Mowbray Construe the Times to their Necessities And you shall say indeede it is the Time And not the King that doth you iniuries Yet for your part it not appeares to me Either from the King
to her beleeue not the Word of the Noble therefore let mee haue right and let desert mount Iohn Thine's too heauie to mount Falst Let it thine then Iohn Thine's too thick to shine Falst Let it doe something my good Lord that may doe me good and call it what you will Iohn Is thy Name Colleuile Col. It is my Lord. Iohn A famous Rebell art thou Colleuile Falst And a famous true Subiect tooke him Col. I am my Lord but as my Betters are That led me hither had they beene rul'd by me You should haue wonne them dearer then you haue Falst I know not how they sold themselues but thou like a kinde fellow gau'st thy selfe away and I thanke thee for thee Enter Westmerland Iohn Haue you left pursuit West Retreat is made and Execution stay'd Iohn Send Colleuile with his Confederates To Yorke to present Execution Blunt leade him hence and see you guard him sure Exit with Colleuile And now dispatch we toward the Court my Lords I heare the King my Father is sore sicke Our Newes shall goe before vs to his Maiestie Which Cousin you shall beare to comfort him And wee with sober speede will follow you Falst My Lord I beseech you giue me leaue to goe through Gloucestershire and when you come to Court stand my good Lord 'pray in your good report Iohn Fare you well Falstaffe I in my condition Shall better speake of you then you deserue Exit Falst I would you had but the wit 't were better then your Dukedome Good faith this same young sober-blooded Boy doth noâ— loue me nor a man cannot make him laugh but that 's no maruaile hee drinkes no Wine There 's neuer any of these demure Boyes come to any proofe for thinne Drinke doth so ouer-coole their blood and making many Fish-Meales that they fall into a kinde of Male Greene-sicknesse and then when they marry they get Wenches They are generally Fooles and Cowards which some of vs should be too but for inflamation A good Sherris-Sack hath a two-fold operation in it it ascends me into the Braine dryes me there all the foolish and dull and cruddie Vapours which enuiron it makes it apprehensiue quicke forgetiue full of nimble fierie and delectable shapes which deliuer'd o're to the Voyce the Tongue which is the Birth becomes excellent Wit The second propertie of your excellent Sherris is the warming of the Blood which before cold and setled left the Liuer white and pale which is the Badge of Pusillanimitie and Cowardize but the Sherris warmes it and makes it course from the inwards to the parts extremes it illuminateth the Face which as a Beacon giues warning to all the rest of this little Kingdome Man to Arme and then the Vitall Commoners and in-land pettie Spirits muster me all to their Captaine the Heart who great and pufft vp with his Retinue doth any Deed of Courage and this Valour comes of Sherris So that skill in the Weapon is nothing without Sack for that sets it a-worke and Learning a meere Hoord of Gold kept by a Deuill till Sack commences it and sets it in act and vse Hereof comes it that Prince Harry is valiant for the cold blood hee did naturally inherite of his Father hee hath like leane stirrill and bare Land manured husbanded and tyll'd with excellent endeauour of drinking good and good store of fertile Sherris that hee is become very hot and valiant If I had a thousand Sonnes the first Principle I would teach them should be to forsweare thinne Potations and to addict themselues to Sack Enter Bardolph How now Bardolph Bard. The Armie is discharged all and gone Falst Let them goe I le through Gloucestershire and there will I visit Master Robert Shallow Esquire I haue him alreadie tempering betweene my finger and my thombe and shortly will I seale with him Come away Exeunt Scena Secunda Enter King Warwicke Clarence Gloucester King Now Lords if Heauen doth giue successefull end To this Debate that bleedeth at our doores Wee will out Youth lead on to higher Fields And draw no Swords but what are sanctify'd Our Nauie is addressed our Power collected Our Substitutes in absence well inuested And euery thing lyes leuell to our wish Onely wee want a little personall Strength And pawse vs till these Rebels now a-foot Come vnderneath the yoake of Gouernment War Both which we doubt not but your Maiestie Shall soone enioy King Humphrey my Sonne of Gloucester where is the Prince your Brother Glo. I thinke hee 's gone to hunt my Lord at Windsor King And how accompanied Glo. I doe not know my Lord. King Is not his Brother Thomas of Clarence with him Glo. No my good Lord hee is in presence heere Clar. What would my Lord and Father King Nothing but well to thee Thomas of Clarence How chance thou art not with the Prince thy Brother Hee loues thee and thou do'st neglect him Thomas Thou hast a better place in his Affection Then all thy Brothers cherish it my Boy And Noble Offices thou may'st effect Of Mediation after I am dead Betweene his Greatnesse and thy other Brethren Therefore omit him not blunt not his Loue Nor loose the good aduantage of his Grace By seeming cold or carelesse of his will For hee is gracious if hee be obseru'd Hee hath a Teare for Pitie and a Hand Open as Day for melting Charitie Yet notwithstanding being incens'd hee 's Flint As humorous as Winter and as sudden As Flawes congealed in the Spring of day His temper therefore must be well obseru'd Chide him for faults and doe it reuerently When you perceiue his blood enclin'd to mirth But being moodie giue him Line and scope Till that his passions like a Whale on ground Confound themselues with working Learne this Thomas And thou shalt proue a shelter to thy friends A Hoope of Gold to binde thy Brothers in That the vnited Vessell of their Blood Mingled with Venome of Suggestion As force perforce the Age will powre it in Shall neuer leake though it doe worke as strong As Aconitum or rash Gun-powder Clar. I shall obserue him with all care and loue King Why art thou not at Windsor with him Thomas Clar. Hee is not there to day hee dines in London King And how accompanyed Canst thou tell that Clar. With Pointz and other his continuall followers King Most subiect is the fattest Soyle to Weedes And hee the Noble Image of my Youth Is ouer-spread with them therefore my griefe Stretches it selfe beyond the howre of death The blood weepes from my heart when I doe shape In formes imaginarie th' vnguided Dayes And rotten Times that you shall looke vpon When I am sleeping with my Ancestors For when his head-strong Riot hath no Curbe When Rage and hot-Blood are his Counsailors When Meanes and lauish Manners meete together Oh with what Wings shall his Affections flye Towards fronting Perill and oppos'd Decay War My gracious Lord you looke beyond him quite The Prince but
slaughter-men What say you Will you yeeld and this auoyd Or guiltie in defence be thus destroy'd Enter Gouernour Gouer. Our expectation hath this day an end The Dolphin whom of Succours we entreated Returnes vs that his Powers are yet not ready To rayse so great a Siege Therefore great King We yeeld our Towne and Liues to thy soft Mercy Enter our Gates dispose of vs and ours For we no longer are defensible King Open your Gates Come Vnckle Exeter Goe you and enter Harflew there remaine And fortifie it strongly ' gainst the French Vse mercy to them all for vs deare Vnckle The Winter comming on and Sicknesse growing Vpon our Souldiers we will retyre to Calis To night in Harflew will we be your Guest To morrow for the March are we addrest Flourish and enter the Towne Enter Katherine and an old Gentlewoman Kathe. Alice tu as este en Augleterre tu bien parlas le Language Alice En peu Madame Kath. Ie te prie m'ensigniez il faut que ie apprend a parlen Comient appelle vous le main en Anglois Alice Le main il appelle de Hand Kath. De Hand Alice Ele doyts Kat. Le doyts ma foy Ie oublie e doyt mays ie me souemeray le doyts ie pense qu'ils ont appelle de fingres on de fingres Alice Le main de Hand le doyts le Fingres ie pense que ie suis le bon escholier Kath. I' ay gaynie diux mots d' Anglois vistement coment appelle vous le ongles Alice Le ongles les appellons de Nayles Kath. De Nayles escoute dites moy si ie parle bien de Hand de Fingres e de Nayles Alice Cest bien dict Madame il fort bon Anglois Kath. Dites moy l' Anglois pour le bras Alice De Arme Madame Kath. E de coudee Alice D' Elbow Kath. D' Elbow Ie men fay le repiticio de touts les mots que vous maves apprins des a present Alice Il trop difficile Madame comme Ie pense Kath. Excuse moy Alice escoute d' Hand de Fingre de Nayles d' Arma de Bilbow Alice D' Elbow Madame Kath. O Seigneur Dieu ie men oublie d' Elbow coment appelle vous le col Alice De Nick Madame Kath. De Nick e le menton Alice De Chin. Kath. De Sin le col de Nick le menton de Sin Alice Ouy Sauf vostre honneur en verite vous pronouncies les mots ausi droict que le Natifs d' Angleterre Kath. Ie ne doute point d' apprendre par de grace de Dieu en peu de temps Alice N' aue vos y desia oublie ce que ie vous a enfignie Kath. Nome ie recitera a vous promptement d' Hand de Fingre de Maylees Alice De Nayles Madame Kath. De Nayles de Arme de Ilbow Alice Sans vostre honeus d' Elbow Kath. Ainsi de ie d' Elbow de Nick de Sin coment appelle vous les pied de roba Alice Le Foot Madame le Count. Kath. Le Foot le Count O Seignieur Dieu il sont le mots de son mauvais corruptible grosse impudique non pour lo Dames de Honeur d' vser le ne voudray pronouncer ce mots deuant le Seigneurs de France pour toute le monde fo le Foot le Count neant moys Ie recitera vn autrefoys ma lecon ensembe d' Hand de Fingre de Nayles d' Arme d' Elbow de Nick de Sin de Foot le Count. Alice Excellent Madame Kath. C ' est asses pour vne foyes alons nous a diner Exit Enter the King of France the Dolphin the Constable of France and others King 'T is certaine he hath past the Riuer Some Const And if he be not fought withall my Lord Let vs not liue in France let vs quit all And giue our Vineyards to a barbarous People Dolph O Dieu viuant Shall a few Sprayes of vs The emptying of our Fathers Luxurie Our Syens put in wilde and sauage Stock Spirt vp so suddenly into the Clouds And ouer-looke their Grafters Brit. Normans but bastard Normans Norman bastards Mort du mavie if they march along Vnfought withall but I will sell my Dukedome To buy a slobbry and a durtie Farme In that nooke-shotten I le of Albion Const Dieu de Battailes where haue they this mettell Is not their Clymate foggy raw and dull On whom as in despight the Sunne lookes pale Killing their Fruit with frownes Can sodden Water A Drench for sur-reyn'd â—ades their Baâ—ly broth Decoct their cold blood to such valiant heat And shall our quick blood spirited with Wine Seeme frostie O for honor of our Land Let vs not hang like roping Isyckles Vpon our Houses Thatch whiles a more frostie People Sweat drops of gallant Youth in our rich fields Poore we call them in their Natiue Lords Dolphin By Faith and Honor Our Madames mock at vs and plainely say Our Mettell is bred out and they will giue Their bodyes to the Lust of English Youth To new-store France with Bastard Warriors Brit. They bid vs to the English Dancing-Schooles And teach Lauolta's high and swift Carranto's Saying our Grace is onely in our Heeles And that we are most loftie Run-awayes King Where is Montioy the Herald speed him hence Let him greet England with our sharpe defiance Vp Princes and with spirit of Honor edged More sharper then your Swords high to the field Charles Delabreth High Constable of France You Dukes of Orleance Burbon and of Berry Alanson Brabant Bar and Burgonic Iaques Chattillion Rambures Vandemont Beumont Grand Free Roussi and Faulconbridge Loys Lestrale Bouciquall and Charaloyes High Dukes great Princes Barons Lords and Kings For your great Seats now quit you of great shames Barre Harry England that sweepes through our Land With Penons painted in the blood of Haâ—flew Rush on his Hoast as doth the melted Snow Vpon the Valleyes whose low Vassall Seat The Alpes doth spit and void his rhewme vpon Goe downe vpon him you haue Power enough And in a Captiue Chariot into Roan Bring him our Prisoner Const. This becomes the Great Sorry am I his numbers are so few His Souldiers sick and famisht in their March For I am sure when he shall see our Army Hee 'le drop his heart into the sinck of feare And for atchieuement offer vs his Ransome King Therefore Lord Constable hast on Montioy And let him say to England that we send To know what willing Ransome he will giue Prince Dolphin you shall stay with vs in Roan Dolph Not so I doe beseech your Maiestie King Be patient for you shall remaine with vs. Now forth Lord Constable and Princes all And quickly bring vs word of Englands fall Exeunt Enter Captaines English and Welch Gower and Fluellen Gower How now Captaine Fluellen come
As thou art Knight neuer to disobey Nor be Rebellious to the Crowne of England Thou nor thy Nobles to the Crowne of England So now dismisse your Army when ye please Hang vp your Ensignes let your Drummes be still For heere we entertaine a solemne peace Exeunt Actus Quintus Enter Suffolke in conference with the King Glocester and Exeter King Your wondrous rare description noble Earle Of beauteous Margaret hath astonish'd me Her vertues graced with externall gifts Do breed Loues setled passions in my heart And like as rigour of tempestuous gustes Prouokes the mightiest Hulke against the tide So am I driuen by breath of her Renowne Either to suffer Shipwracke or arriue Where I may haue fruition of her Loue. Suf. Tush my good Lord this superficiall tale Is but a preface of her worthy praise The cheefe perfections of that louely Dame Had I sufficient skill to vtter them Would make a volume of inticing lines Able to rauish any dull conceit And which is more she is not so Diuine So full repleate with choice of all delights But with as humble lowlinesse of minde She is content to be at your command Command I meane of Vertuous chaste intents To Loue and Honor Henry as her Lord. King And otherwise will Henry ne're presume Therefore my Lord Protector giue consent That Marg'ret may be Englands Royall Queene Glo. So should I giue consent to flatter sinne You know my Lord your Highnesse is betroath'd Vnto another Lady of esteeme How shall we then dispense with that contract And not deface your Honor with reproach Suf. As doth a Ruler with vnlawfull Oathes Or one that at a Triumph hauing vow'd To try his strength forsaketh yet the Listes By reason of his Aduersaries oddes A poore Earles daughter is vnequall oddes And therefore may be broâ—e without offence Gloucester Why what I pray is Margaret more then that Her Father is no better than an Earle Although in glorious Titles he excell Suf. Yes my Lord her Father is a King The King of Naples and Ierusalem And of such great Authoritie in France As his alliance will confirme our peace And keepe the Frenchmen in Allegeance Glo. And so the Earle of Arminacke may doe Because he is neere Kinsman vnto Charles Exet. Beside his wealth doth warrant a liberal dower Where Reignier sooner will receyue than giue Suf. A Dowre my Lords Disgrace not so your King That he should be so abiect base and poore To choose for wealth and not for perfect Loue. Henry is able to enrich his Queene And not to seeke a Queene to make him rich So worthlesse Pezants bargaine for their Wiues As Market men for Oxen Sheepe or Horse Marriage is a matter of more worth Then to be dealt in by Atturney-ship Not whom we will but whom his Grace affects Must be companion of his Nuptiall bed And therefore Lords since he affects her most Most of all these reasons bindeth vs In our opinions she should be preferr'd For what is wedloeke forced but a Hell An Age of discord and continuall strife Whereas the contrarie bringeth blisse And is a patterne of Celestiall peace Whom should we match with Henry being a King But Margaret that is daughter to a King Her peerelesse feature ioyned with her birth Approues her sit for none but for a King Her valiant courage and vndaunted spirit More then in women commonly is seene Will answer our hope in issue of a King For Henry sonne vnto a Conqueror Is likely to beget more Conquerors If with a Lady of so high resolue As is faire Margaret he be link'd in loue Then yeeld my Lords and heere conclude with mee That Margaret shall be Queene and none but shee King Whether it be through force of your report My Noble Lord of Suffolke Or for that My tender youth was neuer yet attaint With any passion of inflaming Ioue I cannot tell but this I am assur'd I feele such sharpe dissention in my breast Such fierce alarums both of Hope and Feare As I am sicke with working of my thoughts Take therefore shipping poste my Lord to France Agree to any couenants and procure That Lady Margaret do vouchsafe to come To crosse the Seas to England and be crown'd King Henries faithfull and annointed Queene For your expences and sufficient charge Among the people gather vp a tenth Be gone I say for till you do returne I rest perplexed with a thousand Cares And you good Vnckle banish all offence If you do censure me by what you were Not what you are I know it will excuse This sodaine execution of my will And so conduct me where from company I may reuolue and ruminate my greefe Exit Glo. I greefe I feare me both at first and last Exit Glocester Suf. Thus Suffolke hath preuail'd and thus he goes As did the youthfull Paris once to Greece With hope to finde the like euent in loue But prosper better than the Troian did Margaret shall now be Queene and rule the King But I will rule both her the King and Realme Exit FINIS The second Part of Henry the Sixt with the death of the Good Duke HVMFREY Actus Primus Scoena Prima Flourish of Trumpets Then Hoboyes Enter King Duke Humfrey Salisbury Warwicke and Beauford on the one side The Queene Suffolke Yorke Somerset and Buckingham on the other Suffolke AS by your high Imperiall Maiesty I had in charge at my depart for France As Procurator to your Excellence To marry Princes Margaret for your Grace So in the Famous Ancient City Toures In presence of the Kings of France and Sicill The Dukes of Orleance Calaber Britaigne and Alanson Seuen Earles twelue Barons twenty reuerend Bishops I haue perform'd my Taske and was espous'd And humbly now vpon my bended knee In sight of England and her Lordly Peeres Deliuer vp my Title in the Queene To your most gracious hands that are the Substance Of that great Shadow I did represent The happiest Gift that euer Marquesse gaue The Fairest Queene that euer King receiu'd King Suffolke arise Welcome Queene Margaret I can expresse no kinder signe of Loue Then this kinde kisse O Lord that lends me life Lend me a heart repleate with thankfulnesse For thou hast giuen me in this beauteous Face A world of earthly blessings to my soule If Simpathy of Loue vnite our thoughts Queen Great King of England my gracious Lord The mutuall conference that my minde hath had By day by night waking and in my dreames In Courtly company or at my Beades With you mine Alder liefest Soueraigne Makes me the bolder to salute my King With ruder termes such as my wit affoords And ouer ioy of heart doth minister King Her sight did rauish but her grace in Speech Her words yclad with wisedomes Maiesty Makes me from Wondring fall to Weeping ioyes Such is the Fulnesse of my hearts content Lords with one cheerefull voice Welcome my Loue. All kneel Long liue Qu. Margaret Englands happines Queene We thanke
to blood If you go forward therefore yeeld or dye Cade As for these silken-coated slaues I passe not It is to you good people that I speake Ouer whom in time to come I hope to raigne For I am rightfull heyre vnto the Crowne Staff Villaine thy Father was a Playsterer And thou thy selfe a Sheareman art thou not Cade And Adam was a Gardiner Bro. And what of that Cade Marry this Edmund Mortimer Earle of March married the Duke of Clarence daughter did he not Staf. I sir Cade By her he had two children at one birth Bro. That 's false Cade I there 's the question But I say 't is true The elder of them being put to nurse Was by a begger-woman stolne away And ignorant of his birth and parentage Became a Bricklayer when he came to age His sonne am I deny it if you can But. Nay 't is too true therefore he shall be King Wea. Sir he made a Chimney in my Fathers house the brickes are aliue at this day to testifie it therefore deny it not Staf. And will you credit this base Drudges Wordes that speakes he knowes not what All. I marry will we therefore get ye gone Bro. Iacke Cade the D. of York hath taught you this Cade He lyes for I inuented it my selfe Go too Sirrah tell the King from me that for his Fathers sake Henry the fift in whose time boyes went to Span-counter for French Crownes I am content he shall raigne but I le be Protector ouer him Butcher And furthermore wee 'l haue the Lord Sayes head for selling the Dukedome of Maine Cade And good reason for thereby is England main'd And faine to go with a staffe but that my puissance holds it vp Fellow-Kings I tell you that that Lord Say hath gelded the Commonwealth and made it an Eunuch more then that he can speake French and therefore hee is a Traitor Staf. O grosse and miserable ignorance Cade Nay answer if you can The Frenchmen are our enemies go too then I ask but this Can he that speaks with the tongue of an enemy be a good Councellour or no All. No no and therefore wee 'l haue his head Bro. Well seeing gentle words will not preuayle Assaile them with the Army of the King Staf. Herald away and throughout euery Towne Proclaime them Traitors that are vp with Cade That those which flye before the battell ends May euen in their Wiues and Childrens sight Be hang'd vp for example at their doores And you that be the Kings Friends follow me Exit Cade And you that loue the Commons follow me Now shew your selues men 't is for Liberty We will not leaue one Lord one Gentleman Spare none but such as go in clouted shooen For they are thrifty honest men and such As would but that they dare not take our parts But. They are all in order and march toward vs. Cade But then are we in order when we are most out of order Come march forward Alarums to the fight wherein both the Staffords are slaine Enter Cade and the rest Cade Where 's Dicke the Butcher of Ashford But. Heere sir Cade They fell before thee like Sheepe and Oxen thou behaued'st thy selfe as if thou hadst beene in thine owne Slaughter-house Therfore thus will I reward thee the Lent shall bee as long againe as it is and thou shalt haue a License to kill for a hundred lacking one But. I desire no more Cade And to speake truth thou deseru'st no lesse This Monument of the victory will I beare and the bodies shall be dragg'd at my horse heeles till I do come to London where we will haue the Maiors sword born before vs. But. If we meane to thriue and do good breake open the Gaoles and let out the Prisoners Cade Feare not that I warrant thee Come let 's march towards London Exeunt Enter the King with a Supplication and the Queene with Suffolkes head the Duke of Buckingham and the Lord Say Queene Oft haue I heard that greefe softens the mind And makes it fearefull and degenerate Thinke therefore on reuenge and cease to weepe But who can cease to weepe and looke on this Heere may his head lye on my throbbing brest But where 's the body that I should imbrace Buc. What answer makes your Grace to the Rebells Supplication King I le send some holy Bishop to intreat For God forbid so many simple soules Should perish by the Sword And I my selfe Rather then bloody Warre shall cut them short Will parley with Iacke Cade their Generall But stay I le read it ouer once againe Qu. Ah barbarous villaines Hath this louely face Rul'd like a wandering Plannet ouer me And could it not inforce them to relent That were vnworthy to behold the same King Lord Say Iacke Cade hath sworne to huae thy head Say I but I hope your Highnesse shall haue his King How now Madam Still lamenting and mourning for Suffolkes death I feare me Loue if that I had beene dead Thou would'st not haue mourn'd so much for me Qu. No my Loue I should not mourne but dye for thee Enter a Messenger King How now What newes Why com'st thou in such haste Mes The Rebels are in Southwarke Fly my Lord Iacke Cade proclaimes himselfe Lord Mortimer Descended from the Duke of Clarence house And calles your Grace Vsurper openly And vowes to Crowne himselfe in Westminster His Army is a ragged multitude Of Hindes and Pezants rude and mercilesse Sir Humfrey Stafford and his Brothers death Hath giuen them heart and courage to proceede All Schollers Lawyers Courtiers Gentlemen They call false Catterpillers and intend their death Kin. Oh gracelesse men they know not what they do Buck. My gracious Lord retire to Killingworth Vntill a power be rais'd to put them downe Qu. Ah were the Duke of Suffolke now aliue These Kentish Rebels would be soone appeas'd King Lord Say the Traitors hateth thee Therefore away with vs to Killingworth Say So might your Graces person be in danger The sight of me is odious in their eyes And therefore in this Citty will I stay And liue alone as secret as I may Enter another Messenger Mess Iacke Cade hath gotten London-bridge The Citizens flye and forsake their houses The Rascall people thirsting after prey Ioyne with the Traitor and they ioyntly sweare To spoyle the City and your Royall Court. Buc. Then linger not my Lord away take horse King Come Margaret God our hope will succor vs. Qu. My hope is gone now Suffolke is deceast King Farewell my Lord trust not the Kentish Rebels Buc. Trust no body for feare you betraid Say The trust I haue is in mine innocence And therefore am I bold and resolute Exeunt Enter Lord Scales vpon the Tower walking Then enters two or three Citizens below Scales How now Is Iacke Cade slaine 1. Cit. No my Lord nor likely to be slaine For they haue wonne the Bridge Killing all those that withstand them The L. Maior
craues ayd of your Honor from the Tower To defend the City from the Rebels Scales Such ayd as I can spare you shall command But I am troubled heere with them my selfe The Rebels haue assay'd to win the Tower But get you to Smithfield and gather head And thither I will send you Mathew Goffe Fight for your King your Countrey and your Liues And so farwell for I must hence againe Exeunt Enter Iacke Cade and the rest and strikes his staffe on London stone Cade Now is Mortimer Lord of this City And heere sitting vpon London Stone I charge and command that of the Cities cost The pissing Conduit run nothing but Clarret Wine This first yeare of our raigne And now henceforward it shall be Treason for any That calles me other then Lord Mortimer Enter a Soldier running Soul Iacke Cade Iacke Cade Cade Knocke him downe there They kill him But. If this Fellow be wise hee 'l neuer call yee Iacke Cade more I thinke he hath a very faire warning Dicke My Lord there 's an Army gathered together in Smithfield Cade Come then let 's go fight with them But first go and set London Bridge on fire And if you can burne downe the Tower too Come let 's away Exeunt omnes Alarums Mathew Goffe is slain and all the rest Then enter Iake Cade with his Company Cade So sirs now go some and pull down the Sauoy Others to ' th Innes of Court downe with them all Hut I haue a suite vnto your Lordship Cade Bee it a Lordshippe thou shalt haue it for that word But. Onely that the Lawes of England may come out of your mouth Iohn Masse 't will be sore Law then for he was thrust in the mouth with a Speare and 't is not whole yet Smith Nay Iohn it wil be stinking Law for his breath stinkes with eating toasted cheese Cade I haue thought vpon it it shall bee so Away burne all the Records of the Realme my mouth shall be the Parliament of England Iohn Then we are like to haue biting Statutes Vnlesse his teeth be pull'd out Cade And hence-forward all things shall be in Common Enter a Messenger Mes My Lord a prize a prize heere 's the Lord Say which sold the Townes in France He that made vs pay one and twenty Fifteenes and one shilling to the pound the last Subsidie Enter George with the Lord Say Cade Well hee shall be beheaded for it ten times Ah thou Say thou Surge nay thou Buckram Lord now art thou within point-blanke of our Iurisdiction Regall What canst thou answer to my Maiesty for giuing vp of Normandie vnto Mounsieur Basimecu the Dolphine of France Be it knowne vnto thee by these presence euen the presence of Lord Mortimer that I am the Beesome that must sweepe the Court cleane of such filth as thou art Thou hast most traiterously corrupted the youth of the Realme in erecting a Grammar Schoole and whereas before our Fore-fathers had no other Bookes but the Score and the Tally thou hast caused printing to be vs'd and contrary to the King his Crowne and Dignity thou hast built a Paper-Mill It will be prooued to thy Face that thou hast men about thee that vsually talke of a Nowne and a Verbe and such abhominable wordes as no Christian eare can endure to heare Thou hast appointed Iustices of Peace to call poore men before them about matters they were not able to answer Moreouer thou hast put them in prison and because they could not reade thou hast hang'd them when indeede onely for that cause they haue beene most worthy to liue Thou dost ride in a foot-cloth dost thou not Say What of that Cade Marry thou ought'st not to let thy horse weare a Cloake when honester men then thou go in their Hose and Doublets Dicke And worke in their shirt to as my selfe for example that am a butcher Say You men of Kent Dic. What say you of Kent Say Nothing but this 'T is bona terra mala gens Cade Away with him away with him he speaks Latine Say Heare me but speake and beare mee wher'e you will Kent in the Commentaries Caesar writ Is term'd the ciuel'st place of all this Isle Sweet is the Covntry because full of Riches The People Liberall Valiant Actiue Wealthy Which makes me hope you are not void of pitty I sold not Maine I lost not Normandie Yet to recouer them would loose my life Iustice with fauour haue I alwayes done Prayres and Teares haue mou'd me Gifts could neuer When haue I ought exacted at your hands Kent to maintaine the King the Realme and you Large gifts haue I bestow'd on learned Clearkes Because my Booke preferr'd me to the King And seeing Ignorance is the curse of God Knowledge the Wing wherewith we flye to heauen Vnlesse you be possest with diuellish spirits You cannot but forbeare to murther me This Tongue hath parlied vnto Forraigne Kings For your behoofe Cade Tut when struck'st thou one blow in the field Say Great men haue reaching hands oft haue I struck Those that I neuer saw and strucke them dead Geo. O monstrous Coward What to come behinde Folkes Say These cheekes are pale for watching for your good Cade Giue him a box o' th' eare and that wil make 'em red againe Say Long sitting to determine poore mens causes Hath made me full of sicknesse and diseases Cade Ye shall haue a hempen Candle then the help of hatchet Dicke Why dost thou quiuer man Say The Palsie and not feare prouokes me Cade Nay he noddes at vs as who should say I le be euen with you I le see if his head will stand steddier on a pole or no Take him away and behead him Say Tell me wherein haue I offended most Haue I affected wealth or honor Speake Are my Chests fill'd vp with extorted Gold Is my Apparrell sumptuous to behold Whom haue I iniur'd that ye seeke my death These hands are free from guiltlesse bloodshedding This breast from harbouring foule deceitfull thoughts O let me liue Cade I feele remorse in my selfe with his words but I le bridle it he shall dye and it bee but for pleading so well for his life Away with him he ha's a Familiar vnder his Tongue he speakes not a Gods name Goe take him away I say and strike off his head presently and then breake into his Sonne in Lawes house Sir Iames Cromer and strike off his head and bring them both vppon two poles hither All. It shall be done Say Ah Countrimen If when you make your prair's God should be so obdurate as your selues How would it fare with your departed soules And therefore yet relent and saue my life Cade Away with him and do as I command ye the proudest Peere in the Realme shall not weare a head on his shoulders vnlesse he pay me tribute there shall not a maid be married but she shall pay to me her Mayden-head ere they haue it Men shall hold of mee
rend thy Beare And tread it vnder foot with all contempt Despight the Bearard that protects the Beare Yo. Clif. And so to Armes victorious Father To quell the Rebels and their Complices Rich. Fie Charitie for shame speake not in spight For you shall sup with Iesu Christ to night Yo Clif. Foule stygmaticke that 's more then thou canst tell Ric. If not in heauen you 'l surely sup in hell Exeunt Enter Warwicke War Clifford of Cumberland 't is Warwicke calles And if thou dost not hide thee from the Beare Now when the angrie Trumpet sounds alarum And dead mens cries do fill the emptie ayre Clifford I say come forth and fight with me Proud Northerne Lord Clifford of Cumberland Warwicke is hoarse with calling thee to armes Enter Yorke War How now my Noble Lord What all a-foot Yor. The deadly handed Clifford slew my Steed But match to match I haue encountred him And made a prey for Carrion Kytes and Crowes Euen of the bonnie beast he loued so well Enter Clifford War Of one or both of vs the time is come Yor. Hold Warwick seek thee out some other chace For I my selfe must hunt this Deere to death War Then nobly Yorke 't is for a Crown thou fightst As I intend Clifford to thriue to day It greeues my soule to leaue theee vnassail'd Exit War Clif. What seest thou in me Yorke Why dost thou pause Yorke With thy braue bearing should I be in loue But that thou art so fast mine enemie Clif. Nor should thy prowesse want praise esteeme But that 't is shewne ignobly and in Treason Yorke So let it helpe me now against thy sword As I in iustice and true right expresse it Clif. My soule and bodie on the action both Yor. A dreadfull lay addresse thee instantly Clif. La fia Corrone les eumenes Yor. Thus Warre hath giuen thee peace for y u art still Peace with his soule heauen if it be thy will Enter yong Clifford Clif. Shame and Confusion all is on the rout Feare frames disorder and disorder wounds Where it should guard O Warre thou sonne of hell Whom angry heauens do make their minister Throw in the frozen bosomes of our part Hot Coales of Vengeance Let no Souldier flye He that is truly dedicate to Warre Hath no selfe-loue nor he that loues himselfe Hath not essentially but by circumstance The name of Valour O let the vile world end And the premised Flames of the Last day Knit earth and heauen together Now let the generall Trumpet blow his blast Particularities and pettie sounds To cease Was 't thou ordain'd deere Father To loose thy youth in peace and to atcheeue The Siluer Liuery of aduised Age And in thy Reuerence and thy Chaire-dayes thus To die in Ruffian battell Euen at this sight My heart is turn'd to stone and while 't is mine It shall be stony Yorke not our old men spares No more will I their Babes Teares Virginall Shall be to me euen as the Dew to Fire And Beautie that the Tyrant oft reclaimes Shall to my flaming wrath be Oyle and Flax Henceforth I will not haue to do with pitty Meet I an infant of the house of Yorke Into as many gobbits will I cut it As wilde Medea yong Absirtis did In cruelty will I seeke out my Fame Come thou new ruine of olde Cliffords house As did Aeneas old Anchyses beare So beare I thee vpon my manly shoulders But then Aeneas bare a liuing loade Nothing so heauy as these woes of mine Enter Richard and Somerset to fight Rich. So lye thou there For vnderneath an Ale-house paltry signe The Castle in S. Albons Somerset Hath made the Wizard famous in his death Sword hold thy temper Heart be wrathfull still Priests pray for enemies but Princes kill Fight Excursions Enter King Queene and others Qu. Away my Lord you are slow for shame away King Can we outrun the Heauens Good Margaret stay Qu. What are you made of You 'l nor fight nor fly Now is it manhood wisedome and defence To giue the enemy way and to secure vs By what we can which can no more but flye Alarum a farre off If you be tane we then should see the bottome Of all our Fortunes but if we haply scape As well we may if not through your neglect We shall to London get where you are lou'd And where this breach now in our Fortunes made May readily be stopt Enter Clifford Clif. But that my hearts on future mischeefe set I would speake blasphemy ere bid you flye But flye you must Vncureable discomfite Reignes in the hearts of all our present parts Away for your releefe and we will liue To see their day and them our Fortune giue Away my Lord away Exeunt Alarum Retreat Enter Yorke Richard Warwicke and Soldiers with Drum Colours Yorke Of Salsbury who can report of him That Winter Lyon who in rage forgets Aged contusions and all brush of Time And like a Gallant in the brow of youth Repaires him with Occasion This happy day Is not it selfe nor haue we wonne one foot If Salsbury be lost Rich. My Noble Father Three times to day I holpe him to his horse Three times bestrid him Thrice I led him off Perswaded him from any further act But still where danger was still there I met him And like rich hangings in a homely house So was his Will in his old feeble body But Noble as he is looke where he comes Enter Salisbury Sal. Now by my Sword well hast thou fought to day By ' th ' Masse so did we all I thanke you Richard God knowes how long it is I haue to liue And it hath pleas'd him that three times to day You haue defended me from imminent death Well Lords we haue not got that which we haue 'T is not enough our foes are this time fled Being opposites of such repayring Nature Yorke I know our safety is to follow them For as I heare the King is fled to London To call a present Court of Parliament Let vs pursue him ere the Writs go forth What sayes Lord Warwicke shall we after them War After them nay before them if we can Now by my hand Lords 't was a glorious day Saint Albons battell wonne by famous Yorke Shall be eterniz'd in all Age to come Sound Drumme and Trumpets and to London all And more such dayes as these to vs befall Exeunt FINIS The third Part of Henry the Sixt with the death of the Duke of YORKE Actus Primus Scoena Prima Alarum Enter Plantagenet Edward Richard Norfolke Mountague Warwicke and Souldiers Warwicke I Wonder how the King escap'd our hands Pl. While we pursu'd the Horsmen of y e North He slyly stole away and left his men Whereat the great Lord of Northumberland Whose Warlike eares could neuer brooke retreat Chear'd vp the drouping Army and himselfe Lord Clifford and Lord Stafford all a-brest Charg'd our maine Battailes Front and breaking in Were by
King though he do weare the Crowne Haue caus'd him by new Act of Parliament To blot out me and put his owne Sonne in Clif. And reason too Who should succeede the Father but the Sonne Rich. Are you there Butcher O I cannot speake Clif. I Crooke-back here I stand to answer thee Or any he the proudest of thy sort Rich. 'T was you that kill'd yong Rutland was it not Clif. I and old Yorke and yet not satisfied Rich. For Gods sake Lords giue signall to the fight War What say'st thou Henry Wilt thou yeeld the Crowne Qu. Why how now long-tongu'd Warwicke dare you speak When you and I met at S. Albons last Your legges did better seruice then your hands War Then 't was my turne to fly and now 't is thine Clif. You said so much before and yet you fled War 'T was not yout valor Clifford droue me thence Nor. No nor your manhood that durst make you stay Rich. Northumberland I hold thee reuerently Breake off the parley for scarse I can refraine The execution of my big-swolne heart Vpon that Clifford that cruell Child-killer Clif. I slew thy Father cal'st thou him a Child Rich. I like a Dastard and a treacherous Coward As thou didd'st kill our tender Brother Rutland But ere Sunset I le make thee curse the deed King Haue done with words my Lords and heare me speake Qu. Defie them then or els hold close thy lips King I prythee giue no limits to my Tongue I am a King and priuiledg'd to speake Clif. My Liege the wound that bred this meeting here Cannot be cur'd by Words therefore be still Rich. Then Executioner vnsheath thy sword By him that made vs all I am resolu'd That Cliffords Manhood lyes vpon his tongue Ed. Say Henry shall I haue my right or no A thousand men haue broke their Fasts to day That ne're shall dine vnlesse thou-yeeld the Crowne War If thou deny their Blood vpon thy head For Yorke in iustice put 's his Armour on Pr. Ed. If that be right which Warwick saies is right There is no vvrong but euery thing is right War Who euer got thee there thy Mother stands For well I vvot thou hast thy Mothers tongue Qu. But thou art neyther like thy Sire nor Damme But like a foule mishapen Stygmaticke Mark'd by the Destinies to be auoided As venome Toades or Lizards dreadfull stings Rich. Iron of Naples hid with English gilt Whose Father beares the Title of a King As if a Channell should be call'd the Sea Sham'st thou not knowing whence thou art extraught To let thy tongue detect thy base-borne heart Ed. A wispe of straw were worth a thousand Crowns To make this shamelesse Callet know her selfe Helen of Greece was fayrer farre then thou Although thy Husband may be Menelaus And ne're was Agamemnons Brother wrong'd By that false Woman as this King by thee His Father reuel'd in the heart of France And tam'd the King and made the Dolphin stoope And had he match'd according to his State He might haue kept that glory to this day But when he tooke a begger to his bed And grac'd thy poore Sire with his Bridall day Euen then that Sun-shine brew'd a showre for him That washt his Fathers fortunes forth of France And heap'd sedition on his Crowne at home For what hath broach'd this tumult but thy Pride Had'st thou bene meeke our Title still had slept And we in pitty of the Gentle King Had slipt our Claime vntill another Age. Cla. But when we saw our Sunshine made thy Spring And that thy Summer bred vs no increase We set the Axe to thy vsurping Roote And though the edge hath something hit our selues Yet know thou since we haue begun to strike Wee 'l neuer leaue till we haue hewne thee downe Or bath'd thy growing with our heated bloods Edw. And in this resolution I defie thee Not willing any longer Conference Since thou denied'st the gentle King to speake Sound Trumpets let our bloody Colours waue And either Victorie or else a Graue Qu. Stay Edward Ed. No wrangling Woman wee 'l no longer stay These words will cost ten thousand liues this day Exeunt omnes Alarum Excursions Enter Warwicke War Fore-spent with Toile as Runners with a Race I lay me downe a little while to breath For strokes receiu'd and many blowes repaid Haue robb'd my strong knit sinewes of their strength And spight of spight needs must I rest a-while Enter Edward running Ed. Smile gentle heauen or strike vngentle death For this world frownes and Edwards Sunne is clowded War How now my Lord what happe what hope of good Enter Clarence Cla. Out hap is losse our hope but sad dispaire Our rankes are broke and ruine followes vs. What counsaile giue you whether shall we flye Ed. Bootlesse is flight they follow vs with Wings And weake we are and cannot shun pursuite Enter Richard Rich. Ah Warwicke why hast y u withdrawn thy selfe Thy Brothers blood the thirsty earth hath drunk Broach'd with the Steely point of Cliffords Launce And in the very pangs of death he cryde Like to a dismall Clangor heard from farre Warwicke reuenge Brother reuenge my death So vnderneath the belly of their Steeds That stain'd their Fetlockes in his smoaking blood The Noble Gentleman gaue vp the ghost War Then let the earth be drunken with our blood I le kill my Horse because I will not flye Why stand we like soft-hearted women heere Wayling our losses whiles the Foe doth Rage And looke vpon as if the Tragedie Were plaid in lest by counterfetting Actors Heere on my knee I vow to God aboue I le neuer pawse againe neuer stand still Till either death hath clos'd these eyes of mine Or Fortune giuen me measure of Reuenge Ed. Oh Warwicke I do bend my knee with thine And in this vow do chaine my soule to thine And ere my knee rise from the Earths cold face I throw my hands mine eyes my heart to thee Thou setter vp and plucker downe of Kings Beseeching thee if with thy will it stands That to my Foes this body must be prey Yet that thy brazen gates of heauen may ope And giue sweet passage to my sinfull soule Now Lords take leaue vntill we meete againe Where ere it be in heauen or in earth Rich. Brother Giue me thy hand and gentle Warwicke Let me imbrace thee in my weary armes I that did neuer weepe now melt with wo That Winter should cut off our Spring-time so War Away away Once more sweet Lords farwell Cla. Yet let vs altogether to our Troopes And giue them leaue to flye that will not stay And call them Pillars that will stand to vs And if we thriue promise them such rewards As Victors weare at the Olympian Games This may plant courage in their quailing breasts For yet is hope of Life and Victory Foreslow no longer make we hence amaine Exeunt Excursions Enter Richard and Clifford Rich. Now Clifford I haue singled thee alone
more Hen. My Queene and Son are gone to France for aid And as I heare the great Commanding Warwicke I thither gone to craue the French Kings Sister To wife for Edward If this newes be true Poore Queene and Sonne your labour is but lost For Warwicke is a subtle Orator And Lewis a Prince soone wonne with mouing words By this account then Margaret may winne him For she 's a woman to be pittied much Her sighes will make a batt'ry in his brest Her teares will pierce into a Marble heart The Tyger will be milde whiles she doth mourne And Nero will be tainted with remorse To heare and see her plaints her Brinish Teares I but shee 's come to begge Warwicke to giue Shee on his left side crauing ayde for Henrie He on his right asking a wife for Edward Shee Weepes and sayes her Henry is depos'd He Smiles and sayes his Edward is instaul'd That she poore Wretch for greefe can speake no more Whiles Warwicke tels his Title smooths the Wrong Inferreth arguments of mighty strength And in conclusion winnes the King from her With promise of his Sister and what else To strengthen and support King Edwards place O Margaret thus 't will be and thou poore soule Art then forsaken as thou went'st forlorne Hum. Say what art thou talk'st of Kings Queens King More then I seeme and lesse then I was born to A man at least for lesse I should not be And men may talke of Kings and why not I Hum. I but thou talk'st as if thou wer 't a King King Why so I am in Minde and that 's enough Hum. But if thou be a King where is thy Crowne King My Crowne is in my heart not on my head Not deck'd with Diamonds and Indian stones Nor to be seene my Crowne is call'd Content A Crowne it is that sildome Kings enioy Hum. Well if you be a King crown'd with Content Your Crowne Content and you must be contented To go along with vs. For as we thinke You are the king King Edward hath depos'd And we his subiects sworne in all Allegeance Will apprehend you as his Enemie King But did you neuer sweare and breake an Oath Hum. No neuer such an Oath nor will not now King Where did you dwell when I was K. of England Hum. Heere in this Country where we now remaine King I was annointed King at nine monthes old My Father and my Grandfather were Kings And you were sworne true Subiects vnto me And tell me then haue you not broke your Oathes Sin No for we were Subiects but while you wer king King Why Am I dead Do I not breath a Man Ah simple men you know not what you sweare Looke as I blow this Feather from my Face And as the Ayre blowes it to me againe Obeying with my winde when I do blow And yeelding to another when it blowes Commanded alwayes by the greater gust Such is the lightnesse of you common men But do not breake your Oathes for of that sinne My milde intreatie shall not make you guiltie Go where you will the king shall be commanded And be you kings command and I le obey Sinklo We are true Subiects to the king King Edward King So would you be againe to Henrie If he were seated as king Edward is Sinklo We charge you in Gods name the Kings To go with vs vnto the Officers King In Gods name lead your Kings name be obeyd And what God will that let your King performe And what he will I humbly yeeld vnto Exeunt Enter K. Edward Gloster Clarence Lady Gray King Brother of Gloster at S. Albons field This Ladyes Husband Sir Richard Grey was slaine His Land then seiz'd on by the Conqueror Her suit is now to repossesse those Lands Which wee in Iustice cannot well deny Because in Quarrell of the House of Yorke The worthy Gentleman did lose his Life Rich. Your Highnesse shall doe well to graunt her suit It were dishonor to deny it her King It were no lesse but yet I le make a pawse Rich. Yea is it so I see the Lady hath a thing to graunt Before the King will graunt her humble suit Clarence Hee knowes the Game how true hee keepes the winde Rich. Silence King Widow we will consider of your suit And come some other time to know our minde Wid. Right gracious Lord I cannot brooke delay May it please your Highnesse to resolue me now And what your pleasure is shall satisfie me Rich. I Widow then I le warrant you all your Lands And if what pleases him shall pleasure you Fight closer or good faith you 'le catch a Blow Clarence I feare her not vnlesse she chance to fall Rich. God forbid that for hee 'le take vantages King How many Children hast thou Widow tell me Clarence I thinke he meanes to begge a Child of her Rich. Nay then whip me hee 'le rather giue her two Wid. Three my most gracious Lord. Rich. You shall haue foure if you 'le be rul'd by him King 'T were pittie they should lose their Fathers Lands Wid. Be pittifull dread Lord and graunt it then King Lords giue vs leaue I le trye this Widowes wit Rich. I good leaue haue you for you will haue leaue Till Youth take leaue and leaue you to the Crutch King Now tell me Madame doe you loue your Children Wid. I full as dearely as I loue my selfe King And would you not doe much to doe them good Wid. To doe them good I would sustayne some harme King Then get your Husbands Lands to doe them good Wid. Therefore I came vnto your Maiestie King I le tell you how these Lands are to be got Wid. So shall you bind me to your Highnesse seruice King What seruice wilt thou doe me if I giue them Wid. What you command that rests in me to doe King But you will take exceptions to my Boone Wid. No gracious Lord except I cannot doe it King I but thou canst doe what I meane to aske Wid. Why then I will doe what your Grace commands Rich. Hee plyes her hard and much Raine weares the Marble Clar. As red as fire nay then her Wax must melt Wid. Why stoppes my Lord shall I not heare my Taske King An easie Taske 't is but to loue a King Wid. That 's soone perform'd because I am a Subiect King Why then thy Husbands Lands I freely giue thee Wid. I take my leaue with many thousand thankes Rich. The Match is made shee seales it with a Cursie King But stay thee 't is the fruits of loue I meane Wid. The fruits of Loue I meane my louing Liege King I but I feare me in another sence What Loue think'st thou I sue so much to get Wid. My loue till death my humble thanks my prayers That loue which Vertue begges and Vertue graunts King No by my troth I did not meane such loue Wid. Why then you meane not as I thought you did King But now you partly may
Mile at least South from the mighty Power of the King Richm. If without perill it be possible Sweet Blunt make some good meanes to speak with him And giue him from me this most needfull Note Blunt Vpon my life my Lord I le vndertake it And so God giue you quiet rest to night Richm. Good night good Captaine Blunt Come Gentlemen Let vs consult vpon to morrowes Businesse Into my Tent the Dew is rawe and cold They withdraw into the Tent. Enter Richard Ratcliffe Norfolke Catesby Rich. What is' t a Clocke Cat. It 's Supper time my Lord it 's nine a clocke King I will not sup to night Giue me some Inke and Paper What is my Beauer easier then it was And all my Armour laid into my Tent Cat. It is my Liege and all things are in readinesse Rich. Good Norfolke hye thee to thy charge Vse carefull Watch choose trusty Centinels Nor. I go my Lord. Rich. Sâ—ir with the Larke to morrow gentle Norfolk Nor. I warrant you my Lord. Exit Rich. Ratcliffe Rat. My Lord. Rich. Send out a Pursuiuant at Armes To Stanleys Regiment bid him bring his power Before Sun-rising least his Sonne George fall Into the blinde Caue of eternall night Fill me a Bowle of Wine Giue me a Watch Saddle white Surrey for the Field to morrow Look that my Staues be sound not too heauy Ratcliff Rat. My Lord. Rich. Saw'st the melancholly Lord Northumberland Rat. Thomas the Earle of Surrey and himselfe Much about Cockshut time from Troope to Troope Went through the Army chearing vp the Souldiers King So I am satisfied Giue me a Bowle of Wine I haue not that Alacrity of Spirit Nor cheere of Minde that I was wont to haue Set it downe Is Inke and Paper ready Rat. It is my Lord. Rich. Bid my Guard watch Leaue me Ratcliffe about the mid of night come to my Tent And helpe to arme me Leaue me I say Exit Ratclif Enter Derby to Richmond in his Tent. Der. Fortune and Victory sit on thy Helme Rich. All comfort that the darke night can affoord Be to thy Person Noble Father in Law Tell me how fares our Noble Mother Der. I by Attourney blesse thee from thy Mother Who prayes continually for Richmonds good So much for that The silent houres steale on And flakie darkenesse breakes within the East In breefe for so the season bids vs be Prepare thy Battell early in the Morning And put thy Fortune to th' Arbitrement Of bloody stroakes and mortall staring Warre I as I may that which I would I cannot With best aduantage will deceiue the time And ayde thee in this doubtfull shocke of Armes But on thy side I may not be too forward Least being seene thy Brother tender George Be executed in his Fathers sight Farewell the leysure and the fearfull time Cuts off the ceremonious Vowes of Loue And ample enterchange of sweet Discourse Which so long sundred Friends should dwell vpon God giue vs leysure for these rites of Loue. Once more Adieu be valiant and speed well Richm. Good Lords conduct him to his Regiment I le striue with troubled noise to take a Nap Lest leaden slumber peize me downe to morrow When I should mount with wings of Victory Once more good night kinde Lords and Gentlemen Exeunt Manet Richmond O thou whose Captaine I account my selfe Looke on my Forces with a gracious eye Put in their hands thy bruising Irons of wrath That they may crush downe with a heauy fall Th' vsurping Helmets of our Aduersaries Make vs thy ministers of Chasticement That we may praise thee in thy victory To thee I do commend my watchfull soule Ere I let fall the windowes of mine eves Sleeping and waking oh defend me still Sleeps Enter the Ghost of Prince Edward Sonne to Henry the sixt Gh. to Ri. Let me sit heauy on thy soule to morrow Thinke how thou stab'st me in my prime of youth At Teukesbury Dispaire therefore and dye Ghost to Richm. Be chearefull Richmond For the wronged Soules Of butcher'd Princes fight in thy behalfe King Henries issue Richmond comforts thee Enter the Ghost of Henry the sixt Ghost When I was mortall my Annointed body By thee was punched full of holes Thinke on the Tower and me Dispaire and dye Harry the sixt bids thee dispaire and dye To Richm. Vertuous and holy be thou Conqueror Harry that prophesied thou should'st be King Doth comfort thee in sleepe Liue and flourish Enter the Ghost of Clarence Ghost Let me sit heauy in thy soule to morrow I that was wash'd to death with Fulsome Wine Poore Clarence by thy guâ—le betray'd to death To morrow in the battell thinke on me And fall thy edgelesse Sword dispaire and dye To Richm. Thou off-spring of the house of Lancaster The wronged heyres of Yorke do pray for thee Good Angels guard thy battell Liue and Flourish Enter the Ghosts of Riuers Gray and Vaughan Riu. Let me sit heauy in thy soule to morrow Riuers that dy'de at Pomfret dispaire and dye Grey Thinke vpon Grey and let thy soule dispaire Vaugh. Thinke vpon Vaughan and with guilty feare Let fall thy Lance dispaire and dye All to Richm. Awake And thinke our wrongs in Richards Bosome Will conquer him Awake and win the day Enter the Ghost of Lord Hastings Gho. Bloody and guilty guiltily awake And in a bloody Battell end thy dayes Thinke on Lord Hastings dispaire and dye Hast to Rich. Quiet vntroubled soule Awake awake Arme fight and conquer for faire Englands sake Enter the Ghosts of the two yong Princes Ghosts Dreame on thy Cousins Smothered in the Tower Let vs be laid within thy bosome Richard And weigh thee downe to ruine shame and death Thy Nephewes soule bids thee dispaire and dye Ghosts to Richm. Sleepe Richmond Sleepe in Peace and wake in Ioy Good Angels guard thee from the Boares annoy Liue and be get a happy race of Kings Edwards vnhappy Sonnes do bid thee flourish Enter the Ghost of Anne his Wife Ghost to Rich. Richard thy Wife That wretched Anne thy Wife That neuer slept a quiet houre with thee Now filles thy sleepe with perturbations To morrow in the Battaile thinke on me And fall thy edgelesse Sword dispaire and dye Ghost to Richm. Thou quiet soule Sleepe thou a quiet sleepe Dreame of Successe and Happy Victory Thy Aduersaries Wife doth pray for thee Enter the Ghost of Buckingham Ghost to Rich. The first was I That help'd thee to the Crowne The last was I that felt thy Tyranny O in the Battaile think on Buckingham And dye in terror of thy guiltinesse Dreame on dreame on of bloody deeds and death Fainting dispaire dispairing yeeld thy breath Ghost to Richm. I dyed for hope Ere I could lend thee Ayde But cheere thy heart and be thou not dismayde God and good Angels fight on Richmonds side And Richard fall in height of all his pride Richard starts out of his dreame Rich. Giue me another Horse bind vp my Wounds Haue
your eyes with teares Troy must not be nor goodly Illion stand Our fire-brand Brother Paris burnes vs all Cry Troyans cry a Helen and a woe Cry cry Troy burnes or else let Helen goe Exit Hect. Now youthfull Troylus do not these hie strains Of diuination in our Sister worke Some touches of remorse Or is your bloud So madly hot that no discourse of reason Nor feare of bad successe in a bad cause Can qualifie the same Troy Why Brother Hector We may not thinke the iustnesse of each acte Such and no other then euent doth forme it Not once deiect the courage of our mindes Because Cassandra's mad her brainsicke raptures Cannot distaste the goodnesse of a quarrell Which hath our seuerall Honours all engag'd To make it gracious For my priuate part I am no more touch'd then all Priams sonnes And loue forbid there should be done among'st vs Such things as might offend the weakest spleene To fight for and maintaine Par. Else might the world conuince of leuitie As well my vnder-takings as your counsels But I attest the gods your full consent Gaue wings to my propension and cut off All feares attending on so dire a proiect For what alas can these my single armes What propugnation is in one mans valour To stand the push and enmity of those This quarrell would excite Yet I protest Were I alone to passe the difficulties And had as ample power as I haue will Paris should ne're retract what he hath done Nor faint in the pursuite Pri. Paris you speake Like one be-sotted on your sweet delights You haue the Hony still but these the Gall So to be valiant is no praise at all Par. Sir I propose not meerely to my selfe The pleasures such a beauty brings with it But I would haue the soyle of her faire Rape Wip'd off in honourable keeping her What Treason were it to the ransack'd Queene Disgrace to your great worths and shame to me Now to deliuer her possession vp On termes of base compulsion Can it be That so degenerate a straine as this Should once set footing in your generous bosomes There 's not the meanest spirit on our partie Without a heart to dare or sword to draw When Helen is defended nor none so Noble Whose life were ill bestow'd or death vnfam'd Where Helen is the subiect Then I say Well may we fight for her whom we know well The worlds large spaces cannot paralell Hect. Paris and Troylus you haue both said well And on the cause and question now in hand Haue gloz'd but superficially not much Vnlike young men whom Aristotle thought Vnfit to heare Morall Philosophie The Reasons you alledge do more conduce To the hot passion of distemp'red blood Then to make vp a free determination 'Twixt right and wrong For pleasure and reuenge Haue eares more deafe then Adders to the voyce Of any true decision Nature craues All dues be rendred to their Owners now What neerer debt in all humanity Then Wife is to the Husband If this law Of Nature be corrupted through affection And that great mindes of partiall indulgence To their benummed wills resist the same There is a Law in each well-ordred Nation To curbe those raging appetites that are Most disobedient and refracturie If Helen then be wife to Sparta's King As it is knowne she is these Morall Lawes Of Nature and of Nation speake alowd To haue her backe return'd Thus to persist In doing wrong extenuates not wrong But makes it much more heauie Hectors opinion Is this in way of truth yet nere the lesse My spritely brethren I propend to you In resolution to keepe Helen still For 't is a cause that hath no meane dependance Vpon our ioynt and seuerall dignities Tro. Why there you toucht the life of our designe Were it not glory that we more affected Then the performance of our heauing spleenes I would not wish a drop of Troian blood Spent more in her defence But worthy Hector She is a theame of honour and renowne A spurre to valiant and magnanimous deeds Whose present courage may beate downe our foes And fame in time to come canonize vs. For I presume braue Hector would not loose So rich aduantage of a promis'd glory As smiles vpon the fore-head of this action For the wide worlds reuenew Hect. I am yours You valiant off-spring of great Priamus I haue a roisting challenge sent among'st The dull and factious nobles of the Greekes Will strike amazement to their drowsie spirits I was aduertiz'd their Great generall slept Whil'st emulation in the armie crept This I presume will wake him Exeunt Enter Thersites solus How now Thersites what lost in the Labyrinth of thy furie shall the Elephant Aiax carry it thus he beates me and I raile at him O worthy satisfaction would it were otherwise that I could beate him whil'st he rail'd at me Sfoote I le learne to coniure and raise Diuels but I le see some issue of my spitefull execrations Then ther 's Achilles a rare Enginer If Troy be not taken till these two vndermine it the wals will stand till they fall of themselues O thou great thunder-darter of Olympus forget that thou art Ioue the King of gods and Mercury loose all the Serpentine craft of thy Caduceus if thou take not that little little lesse then little wit from them that they haue which short-arm'd ignorance it selfe knowes is so abundant scarse it will not in circumuention deliuer a Flye from a Spider without drawing the massie Irons and cutting the web after this the vengeance on the whole Camp or rather the bone-ach for that me thinkes is the curse dependant on those that warre for a placket I haue said my prayers and diuell enuie say Amen What ho my Lord Achilles Enter Patroclus Patr. Who 's there Thersites Good Thersites come in and raile Ther. If I could haue remembred a guilt counterfeit thou would'st not haue slipt out of my contemplation but it is no matter thy selfe vpon thy selfe The common curse of mankinde follie and ignorance be thine in great reuenew heauen blesse thee from a Tutor and Discipline come not neere thee Let thy bloud be thy direction till thy death then if she that laies thee out sayes thou art a faire coarse I le be sworne and sworne vpon 't she neuer shrowded any but Lazars Amen Wher 's Achilles Patr. What art thou deuout wa st thou in a prayer Ther. I the heauens heare me Enter Achilles Achil. Who 's there Patr. Thersites my Lord. Achil. Where where art thou come why my cheese my digestion why hast thou not seru'd thy selfe into my Table so many meales Come what 's Agamemnon Ther. Thy Commander Achilles then tell me Patroclus what 's Achilles Patr. Thy Lord Thersites then tell me I pray thee what 's thy selfe Ther. Thy knower Patroclus then tell me Patroclus what art thou Patr. Thou maist tell that know'st Achil. O tell tell Ther. I le declin the whole question Agamemnon commands
pittie I could helpe Please you walke in my Lords Exeunt Enter Pandarus and Cressid Pan. Be moderate be moderate Cres Why tell you me of moderation The griefe is fine full perfect that I taste And no lesse in a sense as strong As that which causeth it How can I moderate it If I could temporise with my affection Or brew it to a weake and colder pallat The like alaiment could I giue my griefe My loue admits no qualifying crosse Enter Troylus No more my griefe in such a precious losse Pan. Here here here he comes a sweet ducke Cres O Troylus Troylus Pan. What a paire of spectacles is here let me embrace too oh hart as the goodly saying is O heart heauie heart why sighest thou without breaking where he answers againe because thou canst not ease thy smart by friendship nor by speaking there was neuer a truer rime let vs cast away nothing for we may liue to haue neede of such a Verse we see it we see it how now Lambs Troy Cressid I loue thee in so strange a puritie That the blest gods as angry with my fancie More bright in zeale then the deuotion which Cold lips blow to their Deities take thee from me Cres Haue the gods enuie Pan. I I I I 't is too plaine a case Cres And is it true that I must goe from Troy Troy A hatefull truth Cres What and from Troylus too Troy From Troy and Troylus Cres I st possible Troy And sodainely where iniurie of chance Puts backe leaue-taking iustles roughly by All time of pause rudely beguiles our lips Of all reioyndure forcibly preuents Our lockt embrasures strangles our deare vowes Euen in the birth of our owne laboring breath We two that with so many thousand sighes Did buy each other must poorely sell our selues With the rude breuitie and discharge of our Iniurious time now with a robbers haste Crams his rich theeuerie vp he knowes not how As many farwels as be stars in heauen With distinct breath and consign'd kisses to them He fumbles vp into a loose adiew And scants vs with a single famisht kisse Distasting with the salt of broken teares Enter Aeneus Aeneus within My Lord is the Lady ready Troy Harke you are call'd some say the genius so Cries come to him that instantly must dye Bid them haue patience she shall come anon Pan. Where are my teares raine to lay this winde or my heart will be blowne vp by the root Cres I must then to the Grecians Troy No remedy Cres A wofull Cressid ' mong'st the merry Greekes Troy When shall we see againe Troy Here me my loue be thou but true of heart Cres I true how now what wicked deeme is this Troy Nay we must vse expostulation kindely For it is parting from vs I speake not be thou true as fearing thee For I will throw my Gloue to death himselfe That there 's no maculation in thy heart But be thou true say I to fashion in My sequent protestation be thou true And I will see thee Cres O you shall be expos'd my Lord to dangers As infinite as imminent but I le be true Troy And I le grow friend with danger Weare this Sleeue Cres And you this Gloue When shall I see you Troy I will corrupt the Grecian Centinels To giue thee nightly visitation But yet be true Cres O heauens be true againe Troy Heare why I speake it Loue The Grecian youths are full of qualitie Their louing well compos'd with guift of nature Flawing and swelling ore with Arts and exercise How nouelties may moue and parts with person Alas a kinde of godly iealousie Which I beseech you call a vertuous sinne Makes me affraid Cres O heauens you loue me not Troy Dye I a villaine then In this I doe not call your faith in question So mainely as my merit I cannot sing Nor heele the high Lauolt nor sweeten talke Nor play at subtill games faire vertues all To which the Grecians are most prompt and pregnant But I can tell that in each grace of these There lurkes a still and dumb-discoursiue diuell That tempts most cunningly but be not tempted Cres Doe you thinke I will Troy No but something may be done that we wil not And sometimes we are diuels to our selues When we will tempt the frailtie of our powers Presuming on their changefull potencie Aeneas within Nay good my Lord Troy Come kisse and let vs part Paris within Brother Troylus Troy Good brother come you hither And bring Aeneas and the Grecian with you Cres My Lord will you be true Exit Troy Who I alas it is my vice my fault Whiles others fish with craft for great opinion I with great truth catch meere simplicitie Whil'st some with cunning guild their copper crownes With truth and plainnesse I doe weare mine bare Enter the Greekes Feare not my truth the morrall of my wit Is plaine and true ther 's all the reach of it Welcome sir Diomed here is the Lady Which for Antenor we deliuer you At the port Lord I le giue her to thy hand And by the way possesse thee what she is Entreate her faire and by my soule faire Greeke If ere thou stand at mercy of my Sword Name Cressid and thy life shall be as safe As Priam is in Illion Diom. Faire Lady Cressid So please you saue the thankes this Prince expects The lustre in your eye heauen in your cheeke Pleades your faire visage and to Diomed You shall be mistresse and command him wholly Troy Grecian thou do'st not vse me curteously To shame the seale of my petition towards I praising her I tell thee Lord of Greece Shee is as farre high soaring o're thy praises As thou vnworthy to be cal'd her seruant I charge thee vse her well euen for my charge For by the dreadfull Pluto if thou do'st not Though the great bulke Achilles be thy guard I le cut thy throate Diom. Oh be not mou'd Prince Troylus Let me be priuiledg'd by my place and message To be a speaker free when I am hence I le answer to my lust and know my Lord I le nothing doe on charge to her owne worth She shall be priz'd but that you say be 't so I le speake it in my spirit and honor no. Troy Come to the Port. I le tell thee Diomed This braue shall oft make thee to hide thy head Lady giue me your hand and as we walke To our owne selues bend we our needefull talke Sound Trumpet Par. Harke Hectors Trumpet Aene. How haue we spent this morning The Prince must thinke me tardy and remisse That swore to ride before him in the field Par. 'T is Troylus fault come come to field with him Exeunt Dio. Let vs make ready straight Aene. Yea with a Bridegroomes fresh alacritie Let vs addresse to tend on Hectors heeles The glory of our Troy doth this day lye On his faire worth and single Chiualrie Enter Aiax armed Achilles Patroclus Agamemnon
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
melt thy life away Marcus strikes the dish with a knife What doest thou strike at Marcus with knife Mar. At that that I haue kil'd my Lord a Flys An. Out on the murderour thou kil'st my hart Mine eyes cloi'd with view of Tirranie A deed of death done on the Innocent Becoms not Titus broher get thee gone I see thou art not for my company Mar. Alas my Lord I haue but kild a flie An. But How if that Flie had a father and mother How would he hang his slender gilded wings And buz lamenting doings in the ayer Poore harmelesse Fly That with his pretty buzing melody Came heere to make vs merry And thou hast kil'd him Mar. Pardon me sir It was a blacke illfauour'd Fly Like to the Empresse Moore therefore I kild him An. O o o Then pardon me for reprehending thee For thou hast done a Charitable deed Giue me thy knife I will insult on him Flattering my selfes as if it were the Moore Come hither purposely to poyson me There 's for thy selfe and that 's for Tamira Ah sirra Yet I thinke we are not brought so low But that betweene vs we can kill a Fly That comes in likenesse of a Cole-blacke Moore Mar. Alas poore man griefe ha's so wrought on him He takes false shadowes for true substances An. Come take away Lauinia goe with me I le to thy closset and goe read with thee Sad stories chanced in the times of old Come boy and goe with me thy sight is young And thou shalt read when mine begin to dazell Exeunt Actus Quartus Enter young Lucius and Lauinia running after him and the Boy flies from her with his bookes vnder his arme Enter Titus and Marcus Boy Helpe Grandsier helpe my Aunt Lauinia Followes me euery where I know not why Good Vncle Marcus see how swift she comes Alas sweet Aunt I know not what you meane Mar. Stand by me Lucius doe not feare thy Aunt Titus She loues thee boy too well to doe thee harme Boy I when my father was in Rome she did Mar. What meanes my Neece Lauinia by these signes Ti. Feare not Lucius somewhat doth she meane See Lucius see how much she makes of thee Some whether would she haue thee goe with her Ah boy Cornelia neuer with more care Read to her sonnes then she hath read to thee Sweet Poetry and Tullies Oratour Canst thou not gesse wherefore she plies thee thus Boy My Lord I know not I nor can I gesse Vnlesse some fit or frenzie do possesse her For I haue heard my Grandsier say full oft Extremitie of griefes would make men mad And I haue read that Hecubae of Troy Ran mad through sorrow that made me to feare Although my Lord I know my noble Aunt Loues me as deare as ere my mother did And would not but in fury fright my youth Which made me downe to throw my bookes and flie Causles perhaps but pardon me sweet Aunt And Madam if my Vncle Marcus goe I will most willingly attend your Ladyship Mar. Lucius I will Ti. How now Lauinia Marcus what meanes this Some booke there is that she desires to see Which is it girle of these Open them boy But thou art deeper read and better skild Come and take choyse of all my Library And so beguile thy sorrow till the heauens Reueale the damn'd contriuer of this deed What booke Why lifts she vp her armes in sequence thus Mar. I thinke she meanes that ther was more then one Confederate in the fact I more there was Or else to heauen she heaues them to reuenge Ti. Lucius what booke is that she tosseth so Boy Grandsier 't is Ouids Metamorphosis My mother gaue it me Mar. For loue of her that 's gone Perhahs she culd it from among the rest Ti. Soft so busily she turnes the leaues Helpe her what would she finde Lauinia shall I read This is the tragicke tale of Philomel And treates of Tereus treason and his rape And rape I feare was roote of thine annoy Mar. See brother see note how she quotes the leaues Ti. Lauinia wert thou thus surpriz'd sweet girle Rauisht and wrong'd as Philomela was Forc'd in the ruthlesse vast and gloomy woods See see I such a place there is where we did hunt O had we neuer neuer hunted there Patern'd by that the Poet heere describes By nature made for murthers and for rapes Mar. O why should nature build so foule a den Vnlesse the Gods delight in tragedies Ti. Giue signes sweet girle for heere are none but friends What Romaine Lord it was durst do the deed Or slunke not Saturnine as Tarquin ersts That left the Campe to sinne in Lucrece bed Mar. Sit downe sweet Neece brother sit downe by me Apollo Pallas Ioue or Mercury Inspire me that I may this treason finde My Lord looke heere looke heere Lauinia He writes his Name with his staffe and guides it with feete and mouth This sandie plot is plaine guide if thou canst This after me I haue writ my name Without the helpe of any hand at all Curst be that hart that forc'st vs to that shift Write thou good Neece and heere display at last What God will haue discouered for reuenge Heauen guide thy pen to print thy sorrowes plaine That we may know the Traytors and the truth She takes the staffe in her mouth and guides it with her stumps and writes Ti. Oh doe ye read my Lord what she hath writs Stuprum Chiron Demetrius Mar. What what the lustfull sonnes of Tamora Performers of this hainous bloody deed Ti. Magni Dominator poli Tam lentus audis scelera tam lentus vides Mar. Oh calme thee gentle Lord Although I know There is enough written vpon this earth To stirre a mutinie in the mildest thoughts And arme the mindes of infants to exclaimes My Lord kneele downe with me Lauinia kneele And kneele sweet boy the Romaine Hectors hope And sweare with me as with the wofull Feere And father of that chast dishonoured Dame Lord Iunius Brutus sweare for Lucrece rape That we will prosecute by good aduise Mortall reuenge vpon these traytorous Gothes And see their blood or die with this reproach Ti. T is sure enough and you knew how But if you hunt these Beare-whelpes then beware The Dam will wake and if she winde you once Shee 's with the Lyon deepely still in league And Iulls him whilst she palyeth on her backe And when he sleepes will she do what she list You are a young huntsman Marcus let it alone And come I will goe get a leafe of brasse And with a Gad of steele will write these words And lay it by the angry Northerne winde Will blow these sands like Sibels leaues abroad And where 's your lesson then Boy what say you Boy I say my Lord that if I were a man Their mothers bed-chamber should not be safe For these bad bond-men to the yoake of Rome Mar. I that 's my boy thy father hath full oft For
Why sir that is as fit as can be to serue for your Oration and let him deliuer the Pigions to the Emperour from you Tit. Tell mee can you deliuer an Oration to the Emperour with a Grace Clowne Nay truely sir I could neuer say grace in all my life Tit. Sirrah come hither make no more adoe But giue your Pigeons to the Emperour By me thou shalt haue Iustice at his hands Hold hold meane while her 's money for thy charges Giue me pen and inke Sirrah can you with a Grace deliuer a Supplication Clowne I sir Titus Then here is a Supplication for you and when you come to him at the first approach you must kneele then kisse his foote then deliuer vp your Pigeons and then looke for your reward I le be at hand sir see you do it brauely Clowne I warrant you sir let me alone Tit. Sirrha hast thou a knife Come let me see it Heere Marcus fold it in the Oration For thou hast made it like an humble Suppliant And when thou hast giuen it the Emperour Knocke at my dore and tell me what he sayes Clowne God be with you sir I will Exit Tit. Come Marcus let vs goe Publius follow me Exeunt Enter Emperour and Empresse and her two sonnes the Emperour brings the Arrowes in his hand that Titus shot at him Satur. Why Lords What wrongs are these was euer seene An Emperour in Rome thus ouerborne Troubled Confronted thus and for the extent Of eg all iustice vs'd in such contempt My Lords you know the mightfull Gods How euer these disturbers of our peace Buz in the peoples eares there nought hath past But euen with law against the willfull Sonnes Of old Andronicus And what and if His sorrowes haue so ouerwhelm'd his wits Shall we be thus afflicted in his wreakes His fits his frenzie and his bitternesse And now he writes to heauen for his redresse See heere 's to Ioue and this to Mercury This to Apollo this to the God of warre Sweet scrowles to flie about the streets of Rome What 's this but Libelling against the Senate And blazoning our Iniustice euery where A goodly humour is it not my Lords As who would say in Rome no Iustice were But if I liue his fained extasies Shall be no shelter to these outrages But he and his shall know that Iustice liues In Saturninus health whom if he sleepe Hee 'l so awake as he in fury shall Cut off the proud'st Conspirator that liues Tamo My gracious Lord my louely Saturnine Lord of my life Commander of my thoughts Calme thee and beare the faults of Titus age Th' effects of sorrow for his valiant Sonnes Whose losse hath pier'st him deepe and scar'd his heart And rather comfort his distressed plight Then prosecute the meanest or the best For these contempts Why thus it shall become High witted Tamora to glose with all Aside But Titus I haue touch'd thee to the quicke Thy life blood out If Aaron now be wise Then is all safe the Anchor 's in the Port. Enter Clowne How now good fellow would'st thou speake with vs Clow. Yea forsooth and your Mistership be Emperiall Tam. Empresse I am but yonder sits the Emperour Clo. 'T is he God Saint Stephen giue you good den I haue brought you a Letter a couple of Pigions heere He reads the Letter Satu. Goe take him away and hang him presently Clowne How much money must I haue Tam. Come sirrah you must be hang'd Clow. Hang'd ber Lady then I haue brought vp a neck to a faire end Exit Satu. Despightfull and intollerable wrongs Shall I endure this monstrous villany I know from whence this same deuise proceedes May this be borne As if his traytrous Sonnes That dy'd by law for murther of our Brother Haue by my meanes beene butcher'd wrongfully Goe dragge the villaine hither by the haire Nor Age nor Honour shall shape priuiledge For this proud mocke I le be thy slaughter man Sly franticke wretch that holp'st to make me great In hope thy selfe should gouerne Rome and me Enter Nuntius Emillius Satur. What newes with thee Emillius Emil. Arme my Lords Rome neuer had more cause The Gothes haue gather'd head and with a power Of high resolued men bent to the spoyle They hither march amaine vnder conduct Of Lucius Sonne to old Andronicus Who threats in course of this reuenge to do As much as euer Coriolanus did King Is warlike Lucius Generall of the Gothes These tydings nip me and I hang the head As flowers with frost or grasse beat downe with stormes I now begins our sorrowes to approach 'T is he the common people loue so much My selfe hath often heard them say When I haue walked like a priuate man That Lucius banishment was wrongfully And they haue wisht that Lucius were their Emperour Tam. Why should you feare Is not our City strong King I but the Cittizens fauour Lucius And will reuolt from me to succour him Tam. King be thy thoughts Imperious like thy name Is the Sunne dim'd that Gnats do flie in it The Eagle suffers little Birds to sing And is not carefull what they meane thereby Knowing that with the shadow of his wings He can at pleasure stint their melodie Euen so mayest thou the giddy men of Rome Then cheare thy spirit for know thou Emperour I will enchaunt the old Andronicus With words more sweet and yet more dangerous Then baites to fish or hony stalkes to sheepe When as the one is wounded with the baite The other rotted with delicious foode King But he will not entreat his Sonne for vs. Tam. If Tamora entreat him then he will For I can smooth and fill his aged eare With golden promises that were his heart Almost Impregnable his old eares deafe Yet should both eare and heart obey my tongue Goe thou before to our Embassadour Say that the Emperour requests a parly Of warlike Lucius and appoint the meeting King Emillius do this message Honourably And if he stand in Hostage for his safety Bid him demaund what pledge will please him best Emill Your bidding shall I do effectually Exit Tam. Now will I to that old Andronicus And temper him with all the Art I haue To plucke proud Lucius from the warlike Gothes And now sweet Emperour be blithe againe And bury all thy feare in my deuises Satu. Then goe successantly and plead for him Exit Actus Quintus Flourish Enter Lucius with an Army of Gothes with Drum and Souldiers Luci. Approued warriours and my faithfull Friends I haue receiued Letters from great Rome Which signifies what hate they beare their Emperour And how desirous of our sight they are Therefore great Lords be as your Titles witnesse Imperious and impatient of your wrongs And wherein Rome hath done you any scathe Let him make treble satisfaction Goth. Braue slip sprung from the Great Andronicus Whose name was once our terrour now our comfort Whose high exploits and honourable Deeds Ingratefull Rome requites
Trecherie Flye good Fleans flye flye flye Thou may'st reuenge O Slaue 3. Who did strike out the Light 1. Was 't not the way 3. There 's but one downe the Sonne is fled 2. We haue lost Best halfe of our Affaire 1. Well let 's away and say how much is done Exeunt Scaena Quarta Banquet prepar'd Enter Macbeth Lady Rosse Lenox Lords and Attendants Macb. You know your owne degrees sit downe At first and last the hearty welcome Lords Thankes to your Maiesty Macb. Our selfe will mingle with Society And play the humble Host Our Hostesse keepes her State but in best time We will require her welcome La. Pronounce it for me Sir to all our Friends For my heart speakes they are welcome Enter first Murtherer Macb. See they encounter thee with their harts thanks Both sides are euen heere I le sit i' th' mid'st Be large in mirth anon wee 'l drinke a Measure The Table round There 's blood vpon thy face Mur. 'T is Banquo's then Macb. 'T is better thee without then he within Is he dispatch'd Mur. My Lord his throat is cut that I did for him Mac. Thou art the best o' th' Cut-throats Yet hee 's good that did the like for Fleans If thou did'st it thou art the Non-pareill Mur. Most Royall Sir Fleans is scap'd Macb. Then comes my Fit againe I had else beene perfect Whole as the Marble founded as the Rocke As broad and generall as the casing Ayre But now I am cabin'd crib'd confin'd bound in To sawcy doubts and feares But Banquo's safe Mur. I my good Lord safe in a ditch he bides With twenty trenched gashes on his head The least a Death to Nature Macb. Thankes for that There the growne Serpent lyes the worme that 's fled Hath Nature that in time will Venom breed No teeth for th' present Get thee gone to morrow Wee 'l heare our selues againe Exit Murderer Lady My Royall Lord You do not giue the Cheere the Feast is sold That is not often vouch'd while 't is a making 'T is giuen with welcome to feede were best at home From thence the sawce to meate is Ceremony Meeting were bare without it Enter the Ghost of Banquo and sits in Macbeths place Macb. Sweet Remembrancer Now good digestion waite on Appetite And health on both Lenox May 't please your Highnesse sit Macb. Here had we now our Countries Honor roof'd Were the grac'd person of our Banquo present Who may I rather challenge for vnkindnesse Then pitty for Mischance Rosse His absence Sir Layes blame vpon his promise Pleas't your Highnesse To grace vs with your Royall Company Macb. The Table 's full Lenox Heere is a place reseru'd Sir Macb. Where Lenox Heere my good Lord. What is' t that moues your Highnesse Macb. Which of you haue done this Lords What my good Lord Macb. Thou canst not say I did it neuer shake Thy goary lockes at me Rosse Gentlemen rise his Highnesse is not well Lady Sit worthy Friends my Lord is often thus And hath beene from his youth Pray you keepe Seat The fit is momentary vpon a thought He will againe be well If much you note him You shall offend him and extend his Passion Feed and regard him not Are you a man Macb. I and a bold one that dare looke on that Which might appall the Diuell La. O proper stuffe This is the very painting of your feare This is the Ayre-drawne-Dagger which you said Led you to Duncan O these flawes and starts Impostors to true feare would well become A womans story at a Winters fire Authoriz'd by her Grandam shame it selfe Why do you make such faces When all 's done You looke but on a stoole Macb Prythee see there Behold looke loe how say you Why what care I if thou canst nod speake too If Charnell houses and our Graues must send Those that we bury backe our Monuments Shall be the Mawes of Kytes La. What quite vnmann'd in folly Macb. If I stand heere I saw him La. Fie for shame Macb. Blood hath bene shed ere now i' th' olden time Ere humane Statute purg'd the gentle Weale I and since too Murthers haue bene perform'd Too terrible for the eare The times has bene That when the Braines were out the man would dye And there an end But now they rise againe With twenty mortall murthers on their crownes And push vs from our stooles This is more strange Then such a murther is La. My worthy Lord Your Noble Friends do lacke you Macb. I do forget Do not muse at me my most worthy Friends I haue a strange infirmity which is nothing To those that know me Come loue and health to all Then I le sit downe Giue me some Wine fill full Enter Ghost I drinke to th' generall ioy o' th' whole Table And to our deere Friend Banquo whom we misse Would he were heere to all and him we thirst And all to all Lords Our duties and the pledge Mac. Auant quit my sight let the earth hide thee Thy bones are marrowlesse thy blood is cold Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with La. Thinke of this good Peeres But as a thing of Custome 'T is no other Onely it spoyles the pleasure of the time Macb. What man dare I dare Approach thou like the rugged Russian Beare The arm'd Rhinoceros or th' Hircan Tiger Take any shape but that and my firme Nerues Shall neuer tremble Or be aliue againe And dare me to the Desart with thy Sword If trembling I inhabit then protest mee The Baby of a Girle Hence horrible shadow Vnreall mock'ry hence Why so being gone I am a man againe pray you sit still La. You haue displac'd the mirth Broke the good meeting with most admir'd disorder Macb. Can such things be And ouercome vs like a Summers Clowd Without our speciall wonder You make me strange Euen to the disposition that I owe When now I thinke you can behold such sights And keepe the naturall Rubie of your Cheekes When mine is blanch'd with feare Rosse What sights my Lord La. I pray you speake not he growes worse worse Question enrages him at once goodnight Stand not vpon the order of your going But go at once Len. Good night and better health Attend his Maiesty La. A kinde goodnight to all Exit Lords Macb. It will haue blood they say Blood will haue Blood Stones haue beene knowne to moue Trees to speake Augures and vnderstood Relations haue By Maggot Pyes Choughes Rookes brought forth The secret'st man of Blood What is the night La. Almost at oddes with morning which is which Macb. How say'st thou that Macduff denies his person At our great bidding La Did you send to him Sir Macb. I heare it by the way But I will send There 's not a one of them but in his house I keepe a Seruant Feed I will to morrow And betimes I will to the weyard Sisters More shall they speake for now
my life my life Polon Fare you well my Lord. Ham. These tedious old fooles Polon You goe to seeke my Lord Hamlet there hee is Enter Rosincran and Guildensterne Rosin God saue you Sir Guild Mine honour'd Lord Rosin My most deare Lord Ham. My excellent good friends How do'st thou Guildensterne Oh Rosincrane good Lads How doe ye both Rosin As the indifferent Children of the earth Guild Happy in that we are not ouer-happy on Fortunes Cap we are not the very Button Ham. Nor the Soales of her Shoo Rosin Neither my Lord. Ham. Then you liue about her waste or in the middle of her fauour Guil. Faith her priuates we Ham. In the secret parts of Fortune Oh most true â— she is a Strumpet What 's the newes Rosin None my Lord but that the World 's growne honest Ham. Then is Doomesday neere But your newes is not true Let me question more in particular what haue you my good friends deserued at the hands of Fortune that she sends you to Prison hither Guil. Prison my Lord Ham. Denmark's a Prison Rosin Then is the World one Ham. A goodly one in which there are many Confines Wards and Dungeons Denmarke being one o' th' worst Rosin We thinke not so my Lord. Ham. Why then 't is none to you for there is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so to me it is a prison Rosin Why then your Ambition makes it one 't is too narrow for your minde Ham. O God I could be bounded in a nutshell and count my selfe a King of infinite space were it not that I haue bad dreames Guil. Which dreames indeed are Ambition for the very substance of the Ambitious is meerely the shadow of a Dreame Ham. A dreame it selfe is but a shadow Rosin Truely and I hold Ambition of so ayry and light a quality that it is but a shadowes shadow Ham. Then are our Beggers bodies and our Monarchs and out-stretcht Heroes the Beggers Shadowes shall wee to th' Court for by my fey I cannot reason Both. Wee 'l wait vpon you Ham. No such matter I will not sort you with the rest of my seruants for to speake to you like an honest man I am most dreadfully attended but in the beaten way of friendship What make you at Elsonower Rosin To visit you my Lord no other occasion Ham. Begger that I am I am euen poore in thankes but I thanke you and sure deare friends my thanks are too deare a halfepeny were you not sent for Is it your owne inclining Is it a free visitation Come deale iustly with me come come nay speake Guil. What should we say my Lord Ham. Why any thing But to the purpose you were sent for and there is a kinde confession in your lookes which your modesties haue not craft enough to color I know the good King Queene haue sent for you Rosin To what end my Lord Ham. That you must teach me but let mee coniure you by the rights of our fellowship by the consonancy of our youth by the Obligation of our euer-preserued loue and by what more deare a better proposer could charge you withall be euen and direct with me whether you were sent for or no. Rosin What say you Ham. Nay then I haue an eye of you if you loue me hold not off Guil. My Lord we were sent for Ham. I will tell you why so shall my anticipation preuent your discouery of your secricie to the King and Queene moult no feather I haue of late but wherefore I know not lost all my mirth forgone all custome of exercise and indeed it goes so heauenly with my disposition that this goodly frame the Earth seemes to me a sterrill Promontory this most excellent Canopy the Ayre look you this braue ore-hanging this Maiesticall Roofe fretted with golden fire why it appeares no other thing to mee then a foule and pestilent congregation of vapours What a piece of worke is a man how Noble in Reason how infinite in faculty in forme and mouing how expresse and admirable in Action how like an Angel in apprehension how like a God the beauty of the world the Parragon of Animals and yet to me what is this Quintessence of Dust Man delights not me no nor Woman neither though by your smiling you seeme to say so Rosin My Lord there was no such stuffe in my thoughts Ham. Why did you laugh when I said Man delights not me Rosin To thinke my Lord if you delight not in Man what Lenton entertainment the Players shall receiue from you wee coated them on the way and hither are they comming to offer you Seruice Ham. He that playes the King shall be welcome his Maiesty shall haue Tribute of mee the aduenturous Knight shal vse his Foyle and Target the Louer shall not sigh gratis the humorous man shall end his part in peace the Clowne shall make those laugh whose lungs are tickled a' th' sere and the Lady shall say her minde freely or the blanke Verse shall halt for 't what Players are they Rosin Euen those you were wont to take delight in the Tragedians of the City Ham. How chances it they trauaile their residence both in reputation and profit was better both wayes Rosin I thinke their Inhibition comes by the meanes of the late Innouation Ham. Doe they hold the same estimation they did when I was in the City Are they so follow'd Rosin No indeed they are not Ham How comes it doe they grow rusty Rosin Nay their indeauour keepes in the wonted pace But there is Sir an ayrie of Children little Yases that crye out on the top of question and are most tyrannically clap't for 't these are now the fashion and so be-ratled the common Stages so they call them that many wearing Rapiers are affraide of Goose-quils and dare scarse come thither Ham. What are they Children Who maintains ' em How are they escoted Will they pursue the Quality no longer then they can sing Will they not say afterwards if they should grow themselues to common Players as it is like most if their meanes are not better their Writers do them wrong to make them exclaim against their owne Succession Rosin Faith there ha's bene much to do on both sides and the Nation holds it no sinne to tarre them to Controuersie There was for a while no mony bid for argument vnlesse the Poet and the Player went to Cuffes in the Question Ham. Is' t possible Guild Oh there ha's beene much throwing about of Braines Ham Do the Boyes carry it away Rosin I that they do my Lord. Hercules his load too Ham. It is not strange for mine Vnckle is King of Denmarke and those that would make mowes at him while my Father liued giue twenty forty an hundred Ducates a peece for his picture in Little There is something in this more then Naturall if Philosophie could finde it out Flourish for the Players Guil. There are the Players Ham. Gentlemen you are
very action speakes In euery power that mooues Thid. Caesar I shall exeunt Enter Cleopatra Enobarbus Charmian Iras. Cleo. What shall we do Enobarbus Eno. Thinke and dye Cleo. Is Anthony or we in fault for this Eno. Anthony onely that would make his will Lord of his Reason What though you fled From that great face of Warre whose seuerall ranges Frighted each other Why should he follow The itch of his Affection should not then Haue nickt his Captain-ship at such a point When halfe to halfe the world oppos'd he being The meered question 'T was a shame no lesse Then was his losse to course your flying Flagges And leaue his Nauy gazing Cleo. Prythee peace Enter the Ambassador with Anthony Ant. Is that his answer Amb. I my Lord. Ant. The Queene shall then haue courtesie So she will yeeld vs vp Am. He sayes so Antho. Let her know 't To the Boy Caesar send this grizled head and he will fill thy wishes to the brimme With Principalities Cleo. That head my Lord Ant. To him againe tell him he weares the Rose Of youth vpon him from which the world should note Something particular His Coine Ships Legions May be a Cowards whose Ministers would preuaile Vnder the seruice of a Childe as soone As i' th' Command of Caesar I dare him therefore To lay his gay Comparisons a-part And answer me declin'd Sword against Sword Our selues alone I le write it Follow me Eno. Yes like enough hye battel'd Caesar will Vnstate his happinesse and be Stag'd to ' th' shew Against a Sworder I see mens Iudgements are A parcell of their Fortunes and things outward Do draw the inward quality after them To suffer all alike that he should dreame Knowing all measures the full Caesar will Answer his emptinesse Caesar thou hast subdu'de His iudgement too Enter a Seruant Ser. A Messenger from Caesar Cleo. What no more Ceremony See my Women Against the blowne Rose may they stop their nose That kneel'd vnto the Buds Admit him sir Eno. Mine honesty and I beginne to square The Loyalty well held to Fooles does make Our Faith meere folly yet he that can endure To follow with Allegeance a falne Lord Does conquer him that did his Master conquer And earnes a place i' th' Story Enter Thidias Cleo. Caesars will Thid. Heare it apart Cleo. None but Friends say boldly Thid. So haply are they Friends to Anthony Enob. He needs as many Sir as Caesar ha's Or needs not vs. If Caesar please our Master Will leape to be his Friend For vs you know Whose he is we are and that is Caesars Thid. So. Thus then thou most renown'd Caesar intreats Not to consider in what case thou stand'st Further then he is Caesars Cleo. Go on right Royall Thid. He knowes that you embrace not Anthony As you did loue but as you feared him Cleo. Oh. Thid. The scarre's vpon your Honor therefore he Does pitty as constrained blemishes Not as deserued Cleo. He is a God And knowes what is most right Mine Honour Was not yeelded but conquer'd meerely Eno. To be sure of that I will aske Anthony Sir sir thou art so leakie That we must leaue thee to thy sinking for Thy deerest quit thee Exit Enob. Thid. Shall I say to Caesar What you require of him for he partly begges To be desir'd to giue It much would please him That of his Fortunes you should make a staffe To leane vpon But it would warme his spirits To heare from me you had left Anthony And put your selfe vnder his shrowd the vniuersal Landlord Cleo. What 's your name Thid. My name is Thidias Cleo. Most kinde Messenger Say to great Caesar this in disputation I kisse his conqu'ring hand Tell him I am prompt To lay my Crowne at 's feete and there to kneele Tell him from his all-obeying breath I hearâ— The doome of Egypt Thid. 'T is your Noblest course Wisedome and Fortune combatting together If that the former dare but what it can No chance may shake it Giue me grace to lay My dutie on your hand Cleo. Your Caesars Father oft When he hath mus'd of taking kingdomes in Bestow'd his lips on that vnworthy place As it rain'd kisses Enter Anthony and Enobarbus Ant. Fauours By Ioue that thunders What art thou Fellow Thid. One that but performes The bidding of the fullest man and worthiest To haue command obey'd Eno. You will be whipt Ant. Approch there ah you Kite Now Gods diuels Authority melts from me of late When I cried hoa Like Boyes vnto a musse Kings would start forth And cry your will Haue you no eares I am Anthony yet Take hence this Iack and whip him Enter a Seruant Eno. 'T is better playing with a Lions whelpe Then with an old one dying Ant. Moone and Starres Whip him wer 't twenty of the greatest Tributaries That do acknowledge Caesar should I finde them So sawcy with the hand of she heere what 's her name Since she was Cleopatra Whip him Fellowes Till like a Boy you see him crindge his face And whine aloud for mercy Take him hence Thid. Marke Anthony Ant. Tugge him away being whipt Bring him againe the Iacke of Caesars shall Beare vs an arrant to him Exeunt with Thidius You were halfe blasted ere I knew you Ha Haue I my pillow left vnprest in Rome Forborne the getting of a lawfull Race And by a Iem of women to be abus'd By one that lookes on Feeders Cleo. Good my Lord. Ant. You haue beene a boggeler euer But when we in our viciousnesse grow hard Oh misery on 't the wise Gods seele our eyes In our owne filth drop our cleare iudgements make vs Adore our errors laugh at 's while we strut To our confusion Cleo. Oh is' t come to this Ant. I found you as a Morsell cold vpon Dead Caesars Trencher Nay you were a Fragment Of Gneius Pompeyes besides what hotter houres Vnregistred in vulgar Fame you haue Luxuriously pickt out For I am sure Though you can guesse what Temperance should be You know not what it is Cleo. Wherefore is this Ant. To let a Fellow that will take rewards And say God quit you be familiar with My play-fellow your hand this Kingly Seale And plighter of high hearts O that I were Vpon the hill of Basan to out-roare The horned Heard for I haue sauage cause And to proclaime it ciuilly were like A halter'd necke which do's the Hangman thanke For being yare about him Is he whipt Enter a Seruant with Thidias Ser. Soundly my Lord. Ant Cried he and begg'd a Pardon Ser. He did aske fauour Ant. If that thy Father liue let him repent Thou was 't not made his daughter and be thou sorrie To follow Caesar in his Triumph since Thou hast bin whipt For following him henceforth The white hand of a Lady Feauer thee Shake thou to looke on 't Get thee backe to Caesar Tell him thy entertainment looke thou say He makes me angry with him For he seemes Proud and
our yonger brown yet ha we A Braine that nourishes our Nerues and can Get gole for gole of youth Behold this man Commend vnto his Lippes thy sauouring hand Kisse it my Warriour He hath fought to day As if a God in hate of Mankinde had Destroyed in such a shape Cleo. I le giue thee Friend An Armour all of Gold it was a Kings Ant. He has deseru'd it were it Carbunkled Like holy Phoebus Carre Giue me thy hand Through Alexandria make a iolly March Beare our backt Targets like the men that owe them Had our great Pallace the capacity To Campe this hoast we all would sup together And drinke Carowses to the next dayes Fate Which promises Royall perill Trumpetters With brazen dinne blast you the Citties eare Make mingle with our ratling Tabourines That heauen and earth may strike their sounds together Applauding our approach Exeunt Enter a Centerie and his Company Enobarbus followes Cent. If we be not releeu'd within this houre We must returne to ' th' Court of Guard the night Is shiny and they say we shall embattaile By ' th ' second houre i' th' Morne 1. Watch. This last day was a shrew'd one too 's Enob. Oh beare me witnesse night 2 What man is this 1 Stand close and list him Enob. Be witnesse to me O thou blessed Moone When men reuolted shall vpon Record Beare hatefull memory poore Enobarbus did Before thy face repent Cent. Enobarbus 2 Peace Hearke further Enob. Oh Soueraigne Mistris of true Melancholly The poysonous dampe of night dispunge vpon me That Life a very Rebell to my will May hang no longer on me Throw my heart Against the flint and hardnesse of my fault Which being dried with greefe will breake to powder And finish all foule thoughts Oh Anthony Nobler then my reuolt is Infamous Forgiue me in thine owne particular But let the world ranke me in Register A Master leauer and a fugitiue Oh Anthony Oh Anthony 1 Let 's speake to him Cent. Let 's heare him for the things he speakes May concerne Caesar 2 Let 's do so but he sleepes Cent. Swoonds rather for so bad a Prayer as his Was neuer yet for sleepe 1 Go we to him 2 Awake sir awake speake to vs. 1 Heare you sir Cent. The hand of death hath raught him Drummes afarre off Hearke the Drummes demurely wake the sleepers Let vs beare him to ' th' Court of Guard he is of note Our houre is fully out 2 Come on then he may recouer yet exeunt Enter Anthony and Scarrus with their Army Ant. Their preparation is to day by Sea We please them not by Land Scar. For both my Lord. Ant. I would they 'ld fight i' th' Fire or i' th' Ayre Wee 'ld fight there too But this it is our Foote Vpon the hilles adioyning to the Citty Shall stay with vs. Order for Sea is giuen They haue put forth the Hauen Where their appointment we may best discouer And looke on their endeuour exeunt Enter Caesar and his Army Caes But being charg'd we will be still by Land Which as I tak 't we shall for his best force Is forth to Man his Gallies To the Vales And hold our best aduantage exeunt Alarum afarre off as at a Sea-fight Enter Anthony and Scarrus Ant. Yet they are not ioyn'd Where yon'd Pine does stand I shall discouer all I le bring thee word straight how ' ris like to go exit Scar. Swallowes haue built In Cleopatra's Sailes their nests The Auguries Say they know not they cannot tell looke grimly And dare not speake their knowledge Anthony Is valiant and deiected and by starts His fretted Fortunes giue him hope and feare Of what he has and has not Enter Anthony Ant. All is lost This fowle Egyptian hath betrayed me My Fleete hath yeelded to the Foe and yonder They cast their Caps vp and Carowse together Like Friends long lost Triple-turn'd Whore 't is thou Hast sold me to this Nouice and my heart Makes onely Warres on thee Bid them all flye For when I am reueng'd vpon my Charme I haue done all Bid them all flye be gone Oh Sunne thy vprise shall I see no more Fortune and Anthony part heere euen heere Do we shake hands All come to this The hearts That pannelled me at heeles to whom I gaue Their wishes do dis-Candie melt their sweets On blossoming Caesar And this Pine is barkt That ouer-top'd them all Betray'd I am Oh this false Soule of Egypt this graue Charme Whose eye beck'd forth my Wars cal'd them home Whose Bosome was my Crownet my chiefe end Like a right Gypsie hath at fast and loose Beguil'd me to the very heart of losse What Eros Eros Enter Cleopatra Ah thou Spell Auaunt Cleo. Why is my Lord enrag'd against his Loue Ant. Vanish or I shall giue thee thy deseruing And blemish Caesars Triumph Let him take thee And hoist thee vp to the shouting Plebeians Follow his Chariot like the greatest spot Of all thy Sex Most Monster-like be shewne For poor'st Diminitiues for Dolts and let Patient Octauia plough thy visage vp With her prepared nailes exit Cleopatra 'T is well th' art gone If it be well to liue But better 't were Thou fell'st into my furie for one death Might haue preuented many Eros hoa The shirt of Nessus is vpon me teach me Alcides thou mine Ancestor thy rage Let me lodge Licas on the hornes o' th' Moone And with those hands that graspt the heauiest Club Subdue my worthiest selfe The Witch shall die To the young Roman Boy she hath sold me and I fall Vnder this plot She dyes for 't Eros hoa exit Enter Cleopatra Charmian Iras Mardian Cleo. Helpe me my women Oh hee 's more mad Then Telamon for his Shield the Boare of Thessaly Was neuer so imbost Char. To ' th' Monument there locke your selfe And send him word you are dead The Soule and Body riue not more in parting Then greatnesse going off Cleo. To ' th' Monument Mardian go tell him I haue slaine my selfe Say that the last I spoke was Anthony And word it prythee pitteously Hence Mardian And bring me how he takes my deaâ—h to ' th' Monument Exeunt Enter Anthony and Eros Ant. Eros thou yet behold'st me Eros I Noble Lord. Ant. Sometime we see a clowd that 's Dragonish A vapour sometime like a Beare or Lyon A toward Cittadell a pendant Rocke A forked Mountaine or blew Promontorie Wâ—h Trees vpon 't that nodde vnto the world And mocke our eyes with Ayre Thou hast seene these Signes They are blacke Vespers Pageants Eros I my Lord. Ant. That which is now a Horse euen with a thoght the Racke dislimes and makes it indistinct As water is in water Eros It does my Lord. Ant. My good Knaue Eros now thy Captaine is Euen such a body Heere I am Anthony Yet cannot hold this visible shape my Knaue I made these warres for Egypt and the Queene Whose heart I thought I had for she had mine Which
and Girles all must As Chimney-Sweepers come to dust Arui Feare no more the frowne o' th' Great Thou art past the Tirants stroake Care no more to cloath and eate To thee the Reede is as the Oake The Scepter Learning Physicke must All follow this and come to dust Guid. Feare no more the Lightning flash Arui Nor th' all-dreaded Thunderstone Gui. Feare not Slander Censure rash Arui Thou hast finish'd Ioy and mâ—ne Both. All Louers young all Louers must Consigne to thee and come to dust Guid. No Exorcisâ—r harme thee Arui Nor no witch-craft charme thee Guid. Ghost vnlaid forbeare thee Arui Nothing ill come neere thee Both. Quiet consumation haue And renowned be thy graue Enter Belarius with the body of Cloten Gui. We haue done our obsequies Come lay him downe Bel. Heere 's a few Flowres but 'bout midnight more The hearbes that haue on them cold dew o' th' night Are strewings fir'st for Graues vpon their Faces You were as Flowres now wither'd euen so These Herbelets shall which we vpon you strew Come on away apart vpon our knees The ground that gaue them first ha's them againe Their pleasures here are past so are their paine Exeunt Imogen awakes Yes Sir to Milford-Hauen which is the way I thanke you by yond bush pray how farre thether ' Ods pittikins can it be sixe mile yet I haue gone all night 'Faith I le lye downe and sleepe But soft no Bedfellow Oh Gods and Goddesses These Flowres are like the pleasures of the World This bloody man the care on 't I hope I dreame For so I thought I was a Caue-keeper And Cooke to honest Creatures But 't is not so 'T was but a bolt of nothing shot at nothing Which the Braine makes of Fumes Our very eyes Are sometimes like our Iudgements blinde Good faith I tremble still with feare but if there be Yet left in Heauen as small a drop of pittie As a Wrens eye fear'd Gods a part of it The Dreame 's heere still euen when I wake it is Without me as within me not imagin'd felt A headlesse man The Garments of Posthumus I know the shape of 's Legge this is his Hand His Foote Mercuriall his martiall Thigh The brawnes of Hercules but his Iouiall face Murther in heauen How 't is gone Pisanio All Curses madded Hecuba gaue the Greekes All mine to boot be darted on thee thou Conspir'd with that Irregulous diuell Cloten Hath heere cut off my Lord. To write and read Be henceforth treacherous Damn'd Pisanio Hath with his forged Letters damn'd Pisanio From this most brauest vessell of the world Strooke the maine top Oh Posthumus alas Where is thy head where 's that Aye me where 's that Pisanio might haue kill'd thee at the heart And left this head on How should this be Pisanio 'T is he and Cloten Malice and Lucre in them Haue laid this Woe heere Oh 't is pregnant pregnant The Drugge he gaue me which hee said was precious And Cordiall to me haue I not found it Murd'rous to ' th' Senses That confirmes it home This is Pisanio's deede and Cloten Oh! Giue colour to my pale cheeke with thy blood That we the horrider may seeme to those Which chance to finde vs. Oh my Lord my Lord Enter Lucius Captaines and a Soothsayer Cap. To them the Legions garrison'd in Gallia After your will haue crost the Sea attending You heere at Milford-Hauen with your Shippes They are heere in readinesse Luc. But what from Rome Cap The Senate hath stirr'd vp the Confiners And Gentlemen of Italy most willing Spirits That promise Noble Seruice and they come Vnder the Conduct of bold Iachimo Syenna's Brother Luc. When expect you them Cap. With the next benefit o' th' winde Luc. This forwardnesse Makes our hopes faire Command our present numbers Be muster'd bid the Captaines looke too 't Now Sir What haue you dream'd of late of this warres purpose Sooth. Last night the very Gods shew'd me a vision I fast and pray'd for their Intelligence thus I saw Ioues Bird the Roman Eagle wing'd From the spungy South to this part of the West There vanish'd in the Sun-beames which portends Vnlesse my sinnes abuse my Diuination Successe to th' Roman hoast Luc. Dreame often so And neuer false Soft hoa what truncke is heere Without his top The ruine speakes that sometime It was a worthy building How a Page Or dead or sleeping on him But dead rather For Nature doth abhorre to make his bed With the defunct or sleepe vpon the dead Let 's see the Boyes face Cap. Hee 's aliue my Lord. Luc. Hee 'l then instruct vs of this body Young one Informe vs of thy Fortunes for it seemes They craue to be demanded who is this Thou mak'st thy bloody Pillow Or who was he That otherwise then noble Nature did Hath alter'd that good Picture What 's thy interest In this sad wracke How came't Who is' t What art thou Imo. I am nothing or if not Nothing to be were better This was my Master A very valiant Britaine and a good That heere by Mountaineers lyes slaine Alas There is no more such Masters I may wander From East to Occident cry out for Seruice Try many all good serue truly neuer Finde such another Master Luc. ' Lacke good youth Thou mou'st no lesse with thy complaining then Thy Maister in bleeding say his name good Friend Imo. Richard du Champ If I do lye and do No harme by it though the Gods heare I hope They 'l pardon it Say you Sir Luc. Thy name Imo. Fidele Sir Luc. Thou doo'st approue thy selfe the very same Thy Name well sits thy Faith thy Faith thy Name Wilt take thy chance with me I will not say Thou shalt be so well master'd but be sure No lesse belou'd The Romane Emperors Letters Sent by a Consull to me should not sooner Then thine owne worth preferre thee Go with me Imo. I le follow Sir But first and 't please the Gods I le hide my Master from the Flies as deepe As these poore Pickaxes can digge and when With wild wood-leaues weeds I ha' strew'd his graue And on it said a Century of prayers Such as I can twice o're I le weepe and sighe And leauing so his seruice follow you So please you entertaine mee Luc. I good youth And rather Father thee then Master thee My Friends The Boy hath taught vs manly duties Let vs Finde out the prettiest Dazied-Plot we can And make him with our Pikes and Partizans A Graue Come Athie him Boy hee 's preferr'd By thee to vs and he shall be interr'd As Souldiers can Be cheerefull wipe thine eyes Some Falles are meanes the happier to arise Exeunt Scena Tertia Enter Cymbeline Lords and Pisanio Cym. Againe and bring me word how 't is with her A Feauour with the absence of her Sonne A madnesse of which her life 's in danger Heauens How deeply you at once do touch me Imogen The great part of my
not speake to me Imo. Your blessing Sir Bel. Though you did loue this youth I blame ye not You had a motiue for 't Cym. My teares that fall Proue holy-water on thee Imogen Thy Mothers dead Imo. I am sorry for 't my Lord. Cym. Oh she was naught and long of her it was That we meet heere so strangely but her Sonne Is gone we know not how nor where Pisa My Lord Now feare is from me I le speake troth Lord Cloten Vpon my Ladies missing came to me With his Sword drawne foam'd at the mouth and swore If I discouer'd not which way she was gone It was my instant death By accident I had a feigned Letter of my Masters Then in my pocket which directed him To seeke her on the Mountaines neere to Milford Where in a frenzie in my Masters Garments Which he inforc'd from me away he postes With vnchaste purpose and with oath to violate My Ladies honor what became of him I further know not Gui. Let me end the Story I slew him there Cym. Marry the Gods forefend I would not thy good deeds should from my lips Plucke a hard sentence Prythee valiant youth Deny 't againe Gui. I haue spoke it and I did it Cym. He was a Prince Gui. A most inciuill one The wrongs he did mee Were nothing Prince-like for he did prouoke me With Language that would make me spurne the Sea If it could so roare to me I cut off's head And am right glad he is not standing heere To tell this tale of mine Cym. I am sorrow for thee By thine owne tongue thou art condemn'd and must Endure our Law Thou' rt dead Imo. That headlesse man I thought had bin my Lord Cym. Binde the Offender And take him from our presence Bel. Stay Sir King This man is better then the man he slew As well descended as thy selfe and hath More of thee merited then a Band of Clotens Had euer scarre for Let his Armes alone They were not borne for bondage Cym. Why old Soldier Wilt thou vndoo the worth thou art vnpayd for By tasting of our wrath How of descent As good as we Arui In that he spake too farre Cym. And thou shalt dye for 't Bel. We will dye all three But I will proue that two one 's are as good As I haue giuen out him My Sonnes I must For mine owne part vnfold a dangerous speech Though haply well for you Arui Your danger 's ours Guid. And our good his Bel. Haue at it then by leaue Thou hadd'st great King a Subiect who Was call'd Belarius Cym. What of him He is a banish'd Traitor Bel. He it is that hath Assum'd this age indeed a banish'd man I know not how a Traitor Cym. Take him hence The whole world shall not saue him Bel. Not too hot First pay me for the Nursing of thy Sonnes And let it be confiscate all so soone As I haue receyu'd it Cym. Nursing of my Sonnes Bel. I am too blunt and sawcy heere 's my knee Ere I arise I will preferre my Sonnes Then spare not the old Father Mighty Sir These two young Gentlemen that call me Father And thinke they are my Sonnes are none of mine They are the yssue of your Loynes my Liege And blood of your begetting Cym. How my Issue Bel. So sure as you your Fathers I old Morgan Am that Belarius whom you sometime banish'd Your pleasure was my neere offence my punishment It selfe and all my Treason that I suffer'd Was all the harme I did These gentle Princes For such and so they are these twenty yeares Haue I train'd vp those Arts they haue as I Could put into them My breeding was Sir As your Highnesse knowes Their Nurse Euriphile Whom for the Theft I wedded stole these Children Vpon my Banishment I moou'd her too 't Hauing receyu'd the punishment before For that which I did then Beaten for Loyaltie Excited me to Treason Their deere losse The more of you 't was felt the more it shap'd Vnto my end of stealing them But gracious Sir Heere are your Sonnes againe and I must loose Two of the sweet'st Companions in the World The benediction of these couering Heauens Fall on their heads liks dew for they are worthie To in-lay Heauen with Starres Cym. Thou weep'st and speak'st The Seruice that you three haue done is more Vnlike then this thou tell'st I lost my Children If these be they I know not how to wish A payre of worthier Sonnes Bel. Be pleas'd awhile This Gentleman whom I call Polidore Most worthy Prince as yours is true Guiderius This Gentleman my Cadwall Aruiragus Your yonger Princely Son he Sir was lapt In a most curious Mantle wrought by th' hand Of his Queene Mother which for more probation I can with ease produce Cym. Guiderius had Vpon his necke a Mole a sanguine Starre It was a marke of wonder Bel. This is he Who hath vpon him still that naturall stampe It was wise Natures end in the donation To be his euidence now Cym. Oh what am I A Mother to the byrth of three Nere Mother Reioyc'd deliuerance more Blest pray you be That after this strange starting from your Orbes You may reigne in them now Oh Imogen Thou hast lost by this a Kingdome Imo. No my Lord I haue got two Worlds by 't Oh my gentle Brothers Haue we thus met Oh neuer say heereafter But I am truest speaker You call'd me Brother When I was but your Sister I you Brothers When we were so indeed Cym. Did you ere meete Arui I my good Lord. Gui. And at first meeting lou'd Continew'd so vntill we thought he dyed Corn. By the Queenes Dramme she swallow'd Cym. O rare instinct When shall I heare all through This fierce abridgment Hath to it Circumstantiall branches which Distinction should be rich in Where how liu'd you And when came you to serue our Romane Captiue How parted with your Brother How first met them Why fled you from the Court And whether these And your three motiues to the Battaile with I know not how much more should be demanded And all the other by-dependances From chance to chance But nor the Time nor Place Will serue our long Interrogatories See Posthumus Anchors vpon Imogen And she like harmlesse Lightning throwes her eye On him her Brothers Me her Master hitting Each obiect with a Ioy the Counter-change Is seuerally in all Let 's quit this ground And smoake the Temple with our Sacrifices Thou art my Brother so wee 'l hold thee euer Imo. You are my Father too and did releeue me To see this gracious season Cym. All ore-ioy'd Saue these in bonds let them be ioyfull too For they shall taste our Comfort Imo. My good Master I will yet do you seruice Luc. Happy be you Cym. The forlorne Souldier that no Nobly fought He would haue well becom'd this place and grac'd The thankings of a King Post I am Sir The Souldier that did company these three In poore beseeming 't was
ten groats is for the hand of an Atturney as your French Crowne for your taffety punke as Tibs rush for Toms fore-finger as a pancake for Shroue-tuesday a Morris for May-day as the naile to his hole the Cuckold to his horne as a scolding queane to a wrangling knaue as the Nuns lip to the Friers mouth nay as the pudding to his skin Lady Haue you I say an answere of such fitnesse for all questions Clo. From below your Duke to beneath your Constable it will fit any question Lady It must be an answere of most monstrous size that must fit all demands Clo. But a triflle neither in good faith if the learned should speake truth of it heere it is and all that belongs to 't Aske mee if I am a Courtier it shall doe you no harme to learne Lady To be young againe if we could I will bee a foole in question hoping to bee the wiser by your answer La. I pray you sir are you a Courtier Clo. O Lord sir there 's a simple putting off more more a hundred of them La. Sir I am a poore freind of yours that loues you Clo. O Lord sir thicke thicke spare not me La. I thinke sir you can eate none of this homely meate Clo. O Lord sir nay put me too 't I warrant you La. You were lately whipt sir as I thinke Clo. O Lord sir spare not me La. Doe you crie O Lord sir at your whipping and spare not me Indeed your O Lord sir is very sequent to your whipping you would answere very well to a whipping if you were but bound too 't Clo. I nere had worse lucke in my life in my O Lord sir I see things may serue long but not serue euer La. I play the noble huswife with the time to entertaine it so merrily with a foole Clo. O Lord sir why there 't serues well agen La. And end sir to your businesse giue Hellen this And vrge her to a present answer backe Commend me to my kinsmen and my sonne This is not much Clo. Not much commendation to them La. Not much imployement for you you vnderstand me Clo Most fruitfully I am there before my legegs La. Hast you agen Exeunt Enter Count Lafew and Parolles Ol. Laf. They say miracles are past and we haue our Philosophicall persons to make moderne and familiar things supernaturall and causelesse Hence is it that we make trifles of terrours ensconcing our selues into seeming knowledge when we should submit our selues to an vnknowne feare Par. Why 't is the rarest argument of wonder that hath shot out in our latter times Ros And so ' t is Ol. Laf. To be relinquisht of the Artists Par. So I say both of Galen and Paracelsus Ol. Laf. Of all the learned and authenticke fellowes Par. Right so I say Ol Laf. That gaue him out incureable Par. Why there 't is so say I too Ol. Laf. Not to be help'd Par. Right as 't were a man assur'd of a Ol. Laf. Vncertaine life and sure death Par. Iust you say well so would I haue said Ol. Laf. I may truly say it is a noueltie to the world Par. It is indeede if you will haue it in shewing you shall reade it in what do ye call there Ol. Laf. A shewing of a heauenly effect in an earthly Actor Par. That 's it I would haue said the verie same Ol. Laf. Why your Dolphin is not lustier fore mee I speake in respect Par. Nay 't is strange 't is very straunge that is the breefe and the tedious of it and he 's of a most facinerious spirit that will not acknowledge it to be the Ol. Laf. Very hand of heauen Par. I so I say Ol. Laf. In a most weake Par. And debile minister great power grear trancendence which should indeede giue vs a further vse to be made then alone then recou'ry of the king as to bee Old Laf. Generally thankfull Enter King Hellen and attendants Par. I would haue said it you say well heere comes the King Ol. Laf. Lustique as the Dutchman saies I le like a maide the Better whil'st I haue a tooth in my head why he 's able to leade her a Carranto Par. Mor du vinager is not this Helen Ol. Laf. Fore God I thinke so King Goe call before mee all the Lords in Court Sit my preseruer by thy patients side And with this healthfull hand whose banisht sence Thou hast repeal'd a second time receyue The confirmation of my promis'd guift Which but attends thy naming Enter 3 or 4 Lords Faire Maide send forth thine eye this youthfull parcell Of Noble Batchellors stand at my bestowing Ore whom both Soueraigne power and fathers voice I haue to vse thy franke election make Thou hast power to choose and they none to forsake Hel. To each of you one faire and vertuous Mistris Fall when loue please marry to each but one Old Laf. I 'de giue bay curtall and his furniture My mouth no more were broken then these boyes And writ as little beard King Peruse them well Not one of those but had a Noble father She addresses her to a Lord. Hel. Gentlemen heauen hath through me restor'd the king to health All. We vnderstand it and thanke heauen for you Hel. I am a simple Maide and therein wealthiest That I protest I simply am a Maide Please it your Maiestie I haue done already The blushes in my cheekes thus whisper mee We blush that thou shouldst choose but be refused Let the white death sit on thy cheeke for euer Wee 'l nere come there againe King Make choise and see Who shuns thy loue shuns all his loue in mee Hel. Now Dian from thy Altar do I fly And to imperiall loue that God most high Do my sighes streame Sir wil you heare my suite 1. Lo And grant it Hel. Thankes sir all the rest is mute Ol. Laf. I had rather be in this choise then throw Ames-ace for my life Hel. The honor sir that flames in your faire eyes Before I speake too threatningly replies Loue make your fortunes twentie times aboue Her that so vvishes and her humble loue 2. Lo. No better if you please Hel. My wish receiue Which great loue grant and so I take my leaue Ol. Laf. Do all they denie her And they were sons of mine I 'de haue them whip'd or I would send them to ' th Turke to make Eunuches of Hel. Be not afraid that I your hand should take I le neuer do you wrong for your owne sake Blessing vpon your vowes and in your bed Finde fairer fortune if you euer wed Old Laf. These boyes are boyes of Ice they 'le none haue heere sure they are bastards to the English the French nere got em La. You are too young too happie and too good To make your selfe a sonne out of my blood 4. Lord. Faire one I thinke not so Ol. Lord There 's one grape yet I am sure thy father drunke wine But if thou best not an asse
I am a youth of fourteene I haue knowne thee already Hel. I dare not say I take you but I giue Me and my seruice euer whilst I liue Into your guiding power This is the man King Why then young Bertram take her shee 's thy wife Ber. My wife my Leige I shal beseech your highnes In such a busines giue me leaue to vse The helpe of mine owne eies King Know'st thou not Bertram what shee ha's done for mee Ber. Yes my good Lord but neuer hope to know why I should marrie her King Thou know'st shee ha's rais'd me from my sickly bed Ber. But followes it my Lord to bring me downe Must answer for your raising I knowe her well Shee had her breeding at my fathers charge A poore Physitians daughter my wife Disdaine Rather corrupt me euer King T is onely title thou disdainst in her the which I can build vp strange is it that our bloods Of colour waight and heat pour'd all together Would quite confound distinction yet stands off In differences so mightie If she bee All that is vertuous saue what thou dislik'st A poore Phisitians daughter thou dislik'st Of vertue for the name but doe not so From lowest place whence vertuous things proceed The place is dignified by th' doers deede Where great additions swell's and vertue none It is a dropsied honour Good a lone Is good without a name Vilenesse is so The propertie by what is is should go Not by the title Shee is young wise faire In these to Nature shee 's immediate heire And these breed honour that is honours scorne Which challenges it selfe as honours borne And is not like the fire Honours thriue When rather from our acts we them deriue Then our fore-goers the meere words a slaue Debosh'd on euerie tombe on euerie graue A lying Trophee and as oft is dumbe Where dust and damn'd obliuion is the Tombe Of honour'd bones-indeed what should be saide If thou canst like this creature as a maide I can create the rest Vertue and shee Is her owne dower Honour and wealth from mee Ber. I cannot loue her nor will striue to doo 't King Thou wrong'st thy selfe if thou shold'st striue to choose Hel. That you are well restor'd my Lord I 'me glad Let the rest go King My Honor 's at the stake which to defeate I must produce my power Heere take her hand Proud scornfull boy vnworthie this good gift That dost in vile misprision shackle vp My loue and her desert that canst not dreame We poizing vs in her defectiue scale Shall weigh thee to the beame That wilt not know It is in Vs to plant thine Honour where We please to haue it grow Cheeke thy contempt Obey Our will which trauailes in thy good Beleeue not thy disdaine but presentlie Do thine owne fortunes that obedient right Which both thy dutie owes and Our power claimes Or I will throw thee from my care for euer Into the staggers and the carelesse lapse Of youth and ignorance both my reuenge and hate Loosing vpon thee in the name of iustice Without all termes of pittie Speake thine answer Ber. Pardon my gracious Lord for I submit My fancie to your eies when I consider What great creation and what dole of honour Flies where you bid it I finde that she which late Was in my Nobler thoughts most base is now The praised of the King who so ennobled Is as 't were borne so King Take her by the hand And tell her she is thine to whom I promise A counterpoize If not to thy estate A ballance more repleat Ber. I take her hand Kin. Good fortune and the fauour of the King Smile vpon this Contract whose Ceremonie Shall seeme expedient on the now borne briefe And be perform'd to night the solemne Feast Shall more attend vpon the coming space Expecting absent friends As thou lou'st her Thy loue 's to me Religious else do's erre Exeunt Parolles and Lafew stay behind commenting of this wedding Laf. Do you heare Monsieur A word with you Par. Your pleasure sir Laf. Your Lord and Master did well to make his recantation Par. Recantation My Lord my Master Laf. I Is it not a Language I speake Par. A most harsh one and not to bee vnderstoode without bloudie succeeding My Master Laf. Are you Companion to the Count Rosillion Par. To any Count to all Counts to what is man Laf. To what is Counts man Counts maister is of another stile Par. You are too old sir Let it satisfie you you are too old Laf. I must tell thee sirrah I write Man to which title age cannot bring thee Par. What I dare too well do I dare not do Laf. I did thinke thee for two ordinaries to bee a prettie wise fellow thou didst make tollerable vent of thy trauell it might passe yet the scarffes and the bannerets about thee did manifoldlie disswade me from beleeuing thee a vessell of too great a burthen I haue now found thee when I loose thee againe I care not yet art thou good for nothing but taking vp and that th' ourt scarce worth Par. Hadst thou not the priuiledge of Antiquity vpon thee Laf. Do not plundge thy selfe to farre in anger least thou hasten thy triall which if Lord haue mercie on thee for a hen so my good window of Lettice fare thee well thy casement I neede not open for I look through thee Giue me thy hand Par. My Lord you giue me most egregious indignity Laf. I with all my heart and thou art worthy of it Par. I haue not my Lord deseru'd it Laf. Yes good faith eu'ry dramme of it and I will not bâ—te thee a scruple Par. Well I shall be wiser Laf. Eu'n as soone as thou can'st for thou hast to pull at a smacke a' th contrarie If euer thou bee'st bound in thy skarfe and beaten thou shall finde what it is to be proud of thy bondage I haue a desire to holde my acquaintance with thee or rather my knowledge that I may say in the default he is a man I know Par. My Lord you do me most insupportable vexation Laf. I would it were hell paines for thy sake and my poore doing eternall for doing I am past as I will by thee in what motion age will giue me leaue Exit Par. Well thou hast a sonne shall take this disgrace off me scuruy old filthy scuruy Lord Well I must be patient there is no fettering of authority I le beate him by my life if I can meete him with any conuenience and he were double and double a Lord. I le haue no more pittie of his age then I would haue of I le beate him and if I could but meet him agen Enter Lafew Laf. Sirra your Lord and masters married there 's newes for you you haue a new Mistris Par. I most vnfainedly beseech your Lordshippe to make some reseruation of your wrongs He is my good Lord whom I serue aboue is my master Laf. Who God Par. I
other Watchmen Do heare what we do 2 How now Maisters Speak together Omnes How now how now do you heare this 1 I is' t not strange 3 Do you heare Masters Do you heare 1 Follow the noyse so farre as we haue quarter Let 's see how it will giue off Omnes Content 'T is strange Exeunt Enter Anthony and Cleopatra with others Ant. Eros mine Armour Eros Cleo. Sleepe a little Ant. No my Chucke Eros come mine Armor Eros Enter Eros Come good Fellow put thine Iron on If Fortune be not ours to day it is Because we braue her Come Cleo. Nay I le helpe too Anthony What 's this for Ah let be let be thou art The Armourer of my heart False false This this Sooth-law I le helpe Thus it must bee Ant. Well well we shall thriue now Seest thou my good Fellow Go put on thy defences Eros Briefely Sir Cleo. Is not this buckled well Ant. Rarely rarely He that vnbuckleâ— this till we do please To daft for our Repose shall heare a storme Thou fumblest Eros and my Queenes a Squire More tight at this then thou Dispatch O Loue That thou couldst see my Warres to day and knew'st The Royall Occupation thou should'st see A Workeman in 't Enter an Armed Soldier Good morrow to thee welcome Thou look'st like him that knowes a warlike Charge To businesse that we loue we rise betime And go too 't with delight Soul A thousand Sir early though 't be haue on their Riueted trim and at the Port expect you Showt Trumpets Flourish Enter Captaines and Souldiers Alex. The Morne is faire Good morrow Generall All. Good morrow Generall Ant. 'T is well blowne Lads This Morning like the spirit of a youth That meanes to be of note begins betimes So so Come giue me that this way well-sed Fare thee well Dame what ere becomes of me This is a Soldiers kisse rebukeable And worthy shamefull checke it were to stand On more Mechanicke Complement I le leaue thee Now like a man of Steele you that will fight Follow me close I le bring you too 't Adieu Exeunt Char. Please you retyre to your Chamber Cleo. Lead me He goes forth gallantly That he and Caesar might Determine this great Warre in single fight Then Anthony but now Well on Exeunt Trumpets sound Enter Anthony and Eros Eros The Gods make this a happy day to Anthony Ant. Would thou those thy scars had once preuaild To make me fight at Land Eros Had st thou done so The Kings that haue reuolted and the Soldier That has this morning left thee would haue still Followed thy heeles Ant. Whos 's gone this morning Eros Who one euer neere thee call for Enobarbus He shall not heare thee or from Caesars Campe Say I am none of thine Ant. What sayest thou Sold. Sir he is with Caesar Eros Sir his Chests and Treasure he has not with him Ant. Is he gone Sol. Most certaine Ant. Go Eros send his Treasure after do it Detaine no iot I charge thee write to him I will subscribe gentle adieu's and greetings Say that I wish he neuer finde more cause To change a Master Oh my Fortunes haue Corrupted honest men Dispatch Enobarbus Exit Flourish Enter Agrippa Caesar with Enobarbus and Dollabella Caes Go forth Agrippa and begin the fight Our will is Anthony â—e tooke aliue Make it so knowne Agrip. Caesar I shall Caesar The time of vniuersall peace is neere Proue this a prosp'rous day the three â—ook'd world Shall beare the Oliue freely Enter a Messenger Mes Anthony is come into the Field Caes Go charge Agrippa Plant those that haue reuolted in the Vant That Anthony may seeme to spend his Fury Vpon himselfe Exeunt Enob. Alexas did reuolt and went to Iewrij on Affaires of Anthony there did disswade Great Herod to incline himselfe to Caesar And leaue his Master Anthony For this paines Caesar hath hang'd him Camindius and the rest That fell away haue entertainment but No honourable trust I haue done ill Of which I do accuse my selfe so forely That I will ioy no more Enter a Soldier of Caesars Sol. Enobarbus Anthony Hath after thee sent all thy Treasure with His Bounty ouer-plus The Messenger Came on my guard and at thy Tent is now Vnloading of his Mules Eno. I giue it you Sol. Mocke not Enobarbus I tell you true Best you saf't the bringer Out of the hoast I must attend mine Office Or would haue done 't my selfe Your Emperor Continues still a Ioue Exit Enob. I am alone the Villaine of the earth And feele I am so most Oh Anthony Thou Mine of Bounty how would'st thou haue payed My better seruice when my turpitude Thou dost so Crowne with Gold This blowes my hart If swift thought breake it not a swifter meane Shall out-strike thought but thought will doo 't I feele I fight against thee No I will go seeke Some Ditâ—h wherein to dye the foul'st best fits My latter part of life Exit Alarum Drummes and Trumpets Enter Agrippa Agrip Retire we haue engag'd our selues too farre Caesar himselfe ha's worke and our oppression Exceeds what we expected Exit Alarums Enter Anthony and Scarrus wounded Scar. O my braue Emperor this is fought indeed Had we done so at first we had drouen them home With clowts about their heads Far off Ant. Thou bleed'st apace Scar. I had a wound heere that was like a T But now 't is made an H. Ant. They do retyre Scar. Wee 'l beat 'em into Bench-holes I haue yet Roome for six scotches more Enter Eros Eros They are beaten Sir and our aduantage serues For a faire victory Scar. Let vs score their backes And snatch 'em vp as we take Hares behinde 'T is sport to maul a Runner Ant. I will reward thee Once for thy sprightly comfort and ten-fold For thy good valour Come thee on Scar. I le halt after Exeunt Alarum Enter Anthony againe in a March Scarrus with others Ant. We haue beate him to his Campe Runne one Before let the Queen know of our guests to morrow Before the Sun shall see 's wee 'l spill the blood That ha's to day escap'd I thanke you all For doughty handed are you and haue fought Not as you seru'd the Cause but as 't had beene Each mans like mine you haue shewne all Hectors Enter the Citty clip your Wiues your Friends Tell them your feats whil'st they with ioyfull teares Wash the congealement from your wounds and kisse The Honour'd-gashes whole Enter Cleopatra Giue me thy hand To this great Faiery I le commend thy acts Make her thankes blesse thee Oh thou day o' th' world Chaine mine arm'd necke leape thou Attyre and all Through proofe of Harnesse to my heart and there Ride on the pants triumphing Cleo. Lord of Lords Oh infinite Vertue comm'st thou smiling from The world 's great snare vncaught Ant. Mine Nightingale We haue beate them to their Beds What Gyrle though gray Do somthing mingle with