it out With Riuers Vaughan Grey and so 't will doe With some men else that thinke themselues as safe As thou and I who as thou know'st are deare To Princely Richard and to Buckingham Cates. The Princes both make high account of you For they account his Head vpon the Bridge Hast I know they doe and I haue well deseru'd it Enter Lord Stanley Come on come on where is your Bore-speare man Feare you the Bore and goe so vnprouided Stan. My Lord good morrow good morrow Catesby You may ieast on but by the holy Rood I doe not like these seuerall Councels I. Hast My Lord I hold my Life as deare as yours And neuer in my dayes I doe protest Was it so precious to me as 't is now Thinke you but that I know our state secure I would be so triumphant as I am Sta. The Lords at Pomfret whē they rode from London Were iocund and suppos'd their states were sure And they indeed had no cause to mistrust But yet you see how soone the Day o're-cast This sudden stab of Rancour I misdoubt Pray God I say I proue a needlesse Coward What shall we toward the Tower the day is spent Hast Come come haue with you Wot you what my Lord To day the Lords you talke of are beheaded Sta. They for their truth might better wear their Heads Then some that haue accus'd them weare their Hats But come my Lord let 's away Enter a Pursuiuant Hast Goe on before I le talke with this good fellow Exit Lord Stanley and Catesby How now Sirrha how goes the World with thee Purs The better that your Lordship please to aske Hast I tell thee man 't is better with me now Then when thou met'st me last where now we meet Then was I going Prisoner to the Tower By the suggestion of the Queenes Allyes But now I tell thee keepe it to thy selfe This day those Enemies are put to death And I in better state then ere I was Purs God hold it to your Honors good content Hast Gramercie fellow there drinke that for me Throwes him his Purse Purs I thanke your Honor. Exit Pursuiuant Enter a Priest Priest Well met my Lord I am glad to see your Honor Hast. I thanke thee good Sir Iohn with all my heart I am in your debt for your last Exercise Come the next Sabboth and I will content you Priest I le wait vpon your Lordship Enter Buckingham Buc. What talking with a Priest Lord Chamberlaine Your friends at Pomfret they doe need the Priest Your Honor hath no shriuing worke in hand Hast Good faith and when I met this holy man The men you talke of came into my minde What goe you toward the Tower Buc. I doe my Lord but long I cannot stay there I shall returne before your Lordship thence Hast Nay like enough for I stay Dinner there Buc. And Supper too although thou know'st it not Come will you goe Hast I le wait vpon your Lordship Exeunt Scena Tertia Enter Sir Richard Ratcliffe with Halberds carrying the Nobles to death at Pomfret Riuers Sir Richard Ratcliffe let me tell thee this To day shalt thou behold a Subiect die For Truth for Dutie and for Loyaltie Grey God blesse the Prince from all the Pack of you A Knot you are of damned Blood-suckers Vaugh You liue that shall cry woe for this heereafter Rat. Dispatch the limit of your Liues is out Riuers O Pomfret Pomfret O thou bloody Prison Fatall and ominous to Noble Peeres Within the guiltie Closure of thy Walls Richard the Second here was hackt to death And for more slander to thy dismall Seat Wee giue to thee our guiltlesse blood to drinke Grey Now Margarets Curse is falne vpon our Heads When shee exclaim'd on Hastings you and I For standing by when Richard stab'd her Sonne Riuers Then curs'd shee Richard Then curs'd shee Buckingham Then curs'd shee Hastings Oh remember God To heare her prayer for them as now for vs And for my Sister and her Princely Sonnes Be satisfy'd deare God with our true blood Which as thou know'st vniustly must be spilt Rat. Make haste the houre of death is expiate Riuers Come Grey come Vaughan let vs here embrace Farewell vntill we meet againe in Heauen Exeunt Scaena Quarta Enter Buckingham Darby Hastings Bishop of Ely Norfolke Ratcliffe Louell with others at a Table Hast Now Noble Peeres the cause why we are met Is to determine of the Coronation In Gods Name speake when is the Royall day Buck. Is all things ready for the Royall time Darb. It is and wants but nomination Ely To morrow then I iudge a happie day Buck. Who knowes the Lord Protectors mind herein Who is most inward with the Noble Duke Ely Your Grace we thinke should soonest know his minde Buck. We know each others Faces for our Hearts He knowes no more of mine then I of yours Or I of his my Lord then you of mine Lord Hastings you and he are neere in loue Hast I thanke his Grace I know he loues me well But for his purpose in the Coronation I haue not sounded him nor he deliuer'd His gracious pleasure any way therein But you my Honorable Lords may name the time And in the Dukes behalfe I le giue my Voice Which I presume hee 'le take in gentle part Enter Gloucester Ely In happie time here comes the Duke himselfe Rich. My Noble Lords and Cousins all good morrow I haue beene long a sleeper but I trust My absence doth neglect no great designe Which by my presence might haue beene concluded Buck. Had you not come vpon your O my Lord William Lord Hastings had pronounc'd your part I meane your Voice for Crowning of the King Rich. Then my Lord Hastings no man might be bolder His Lordship knowes me well and loues me well My Lord of Ely when I was last in Holborne I saw good Strawberries in your Garden there I doe beseech you send for some of them Ely Mary and will my Lord with all my heart Exit Bishop Rich. Cousin of Buckingham a word with you Catesby hath sounded Hastings in our businesse And findes the testie Gentleman so hot That he will lose his Head ere giue consent His Masters Child as worshipfully he tearmes it Shall lose the Royaltie of Englands Throne Buck. Withdraw your selfe a while I le goe with you Exeunt Darb. We haue not yet set downe this day of Triumph To morrow in my iudgement is too sudden For I my selfe am not so well prouided As else I would be were the day prolong'd Enter the Bishop of Ely Ely Where is my Lord the Duke of Gloster I haue sent for these Strawberries Ha. His Grace looks chearfully smooth this morning There 's some conceit or other likes him well When that he bids good morrow with such spirit I thinke there 's neuer a man in Christendome Can lesser hide his loue or hate then hee For by his Face straight shall
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
the tongue A cased Lion by the mortall paw A fasting Tyger safer by the tooth Then keepe in peace that hand which thou dost hold Fra. I may dis-ioyne my hand but not my faith Pand. So mak'st thou faith an enemy to faith And like a ciuill warre setst oath to oath Thy tongue against thy tongue O let thy vow First made to heauen first be to heauen perform'd That is to be the Champion of our Church What since thou sworst is sworne against thy selfe And may not be performed by thy selfe For that which thou hast sworne to doe amisse Is not amisse when it is truely done And being not done where doing tends to ill The truth is then most done not doing it The better Act of purposes mistooke Is to mistake again though indirect Yet indirection thereby growes direct And falshood falshood cures as fire cooles fire Within the scorched veines of one new burn'd It is religion that doth make vowes kept But thou hast sworne against religion By what thou swear'st against the thing thou swear'st And mak'st an oath the suretie for thy truth Against an oath the truth thou art vnsure To sweare sweares onely not to be forsworne Else what a mockerie should it be to sweare But thou dost sweare onely to be forsworne And most forsworne to keepe what thou dost sweare Therefore thy later vowes against thy first Is in thy selfe rebellion to thy selfe And better conquest neuer canst thou make Then arme thy constant and thy nobler parts Against these giddy loose suggestions Vpon which better part our prayrs come in If thou vouchsafe them But if not then know The perill of our curses light on thee So heauy as thou shalt not shake them off But in despaire dye vnder their blacke weight Aust Rebellion flat rebellion Bast Wil 't not be Will not a Calues-skin stop that mouth of thine Daul Father to Armes Blanch. Vpon thy wedding day Against the blood that thou hast married What shall our feast be kept with slaughtered men Shall braying trumpets and loud churlish drums Clamors of hell be measures to our pomp O husband heare me aye alacke how new Is husband in my mouth euen for that name Which till this time my tongue did nere pronounce Vpon my knee I beg goe not to Armes Against mine Vncle. Const O vpon my knee made hard with kneeling I doe pray to thee thou vertuous Daulphin Alter not the doome fore-thought by heauen Blan. Now shall I see thy loue what motiue may Be stronger with thee then the name of wife Con. That which vpholdeth him that thee vpholds His Honor Oh thine Honor Lewis thine Honor. Dolph I muse your Maiesty doth seeme so cold When such profound respects doe pull you on Pand. I will denounce a curse vpon his head Fra. Thou shalt not need England I will fall froÌ„ thee Const O faire returne of banish'd Maiestie Elea. O foule reuolt of French inconstancy Eng. France y u shalt rue this houre within this houre Bast Old Time the clocke setter y t bald sexton Time Is it as he will well then France shall rue Bla. The Sun 's orecast with bloud faire day adieu Which is the side that I must goe withall I am with both each Army hâ— a hand And in their rage I hauing hold of both They whurle aâ—under and dismember mee Husband I cannot pray that thou maist winne Vncle I needs must pray that thou maist lose Father I may not wish the fortune thine Grandam I will not wish thy wishes thriue Who-euer wins on that side shall I lose Assured losse before the match be plaid Dolph Lady with me with me thy fortune lies Bla. There where my fortune liues there my life dies Iohn Cosen goe draw our puisance together France I am burn'd vp with inflaming wrath A rage whose heat hath this condition That nothing can allay nothing but blood The blood and deerest valued bloud of France Fra. Thy rage shall burne thee vp thou shalt turne To ashes ere our blood shall quench that fire Looke to thy selfe thou art in ieopardie Iohn No more then he that threats To Arms le' ts hie Exeunt Scoena Secunda Allarums Excursions Enter Bastard with Austria's head Bast Now by my life this day grows wondrous hot Some ayery Deuill houers in the skie And pour's downe mischiefe Austrias head lye there Enter Iohn Arthur Hubert While Philip breathes Iohn Hubert keepe this boy Philip make vp My Mother is assayled in our Tent And tane I feare Bast My Lord I rescued her Her Highnesse is in safety feare you not But on my Liege for very little paines Will bring this labor to an happy end Exit Alarums excursions Retreat Enter Iohn Eleanor Arthur Bastard Hubert Lords Iohn So shall it be your Grace shall stay behinde So strongly guarded Cosen looke not sad Thy Grandame loues thee and thy Vnkle will As deere be to thee as thy father was Arth. O this will make my mother die with griefe Iohn Cosen away for England haste before And ere our comming see thou shake the bags Of hoording Abbots imprisoned angells Set at libertie the fat ribs of peace Must by the hungry now be fed vpon Vse our Commission in his vtmost force Bast Bell Booke Candle shall not driue me back When gold and siluer becks me to come on I leaue your highnesse Grandame I will pray If euer I remember to be holy For your faire safety so I kisse your hand Ele. Farewell gentle Cosen Iohn Coz farewell Ele. Come hether little kinsman harke a worde Iohn Come hether Hubert O my gentle Hubert We owe thee much within this wall of flesh There is a soule counts thee her Creditor And with aduantage meanes to pay thy loue And my good friend thy voluntary oath Liues in this bosome deerely cherished Giue me thy hand I had a thing to say But I will fit it with some better tune By heauen Hubert I am almost asham'd To say what good respect I haue of thee Hub. I am much bounden to your Maiesty Iohn Good friend thou hast no cause to say so yet But thou shalt haue and creepe time nere so slow Yet it shall come for me to doe thee good I had a thing to say but let it goe The Sunne is in the heauen and the proud day Attended with the pleasures of the world Is all too wanton and too full of gawdes To giue me audience If the mid-night bell Did with his yron tongue and brazen mouth Sound on into the drowzie race of night If this same were a Church-yard where we stand And thou possessed with a thousand wrongs Or if that surly spirit melancholy Had bak'd thy bloud and made it heauy thicke Which else runnes tickling vp and downe the veines Making that idiot laughter keepe mens eyes And straine their cheekes to idle merriment A passion hatefull to my purposes Or if that thou couldst see me without eyes Heare me without thine eares and make reply
Vnkles head Amongst much other talke that very time I heard you say that you had rather refuse The offer of an hundred thousand Crownes Then Bullingbrookes returne to England adding withall How blest this Land would be in this your Cosins death Aum. Princes and Noble Lords What answer shall I make to this base man Shall I so much dishonor my faire Starres On equall termes to giue him chasticement Either I must or haue mine honor soyl'd With th' Attaindor of his sland'rous Lippes There is my Gage the manuall Seale of death That markes thee out for Hell Thou lyest And will maintaine what thou hast said is false In thy heart blood though being all too base To staine the temper of my Knightly sword Bul. Bagot forbeare thou shalt not take it vp Aum. Excepting one I would he were the best In all this presence that hath mou'd me so Fitz. If that thy valour stand on sympathize There is my Gage Aumerle in Gage to thine By that faire Sunne that shewes me where thou stand'st I heard thee say and vauntingly thou spak'st it That thou wer 't cause of Noble Glousters death If thou deniest it twenty times thou lyest And I will turne thy falshood to thy hart Where it was forged with my Rapiers point Aum. Thou dar'st not Coward liue to see the day Fitz. Now by my Soule I would it were this houre Aum. Fitzwater thou art damn'd to hell for this Per. Aumerle thou lye'st his Honor is as true In this Appeale as thou art all vniust And that thou art so there I throw my Gage To proue it on thee to th' extreamest point Of mortall breathing Seize it if thou dar'st Aum. And if I do not may my hands rot off And neuer brandish more reuengefull Steele Ouer the glittering Helmet of my Foe Surrey My Lord Fitz-water I do remember well the very time Aumerle and you did talke Fitz. My Lord 'T is very true You were in presence then And you can witnesse with me this is true Surrey As false by heauen As Heauen it selfe is true Fitz. Surrey thou Lyest Surrey Dishonourable Boy That Lye shall lie so heauy on my Sword That it shall render Vengeance and Reuenge Till thou the Lye-giuer and that Lye doe lye In earth as quiet as thy Fathers Scull In proofe whereof there is mine Honors pawne Engage it to the Triall if thou dar'st Fitzw. How fondly do'st thou spurre a forward Horse If I dare eate or drinke or breathe or liue I dare meete Surrey in a Wildernesse And spit vpon him whilest I say he Lyes And Lyes and Lyes there is my Bond of Faith To tye thee to my strong Correction As I intend to thriue in this new World Aumerle is guiltie of my true Appeale Besides I heard the banish'd Norfolke say That thou Aumerle didst send two of thy men To execute the Noble Duke at Callis Aum. Some honest Christian trust me with a Gage That Norfolke lyes here doe I throw downe this If he may be repeal'd to trie his Honor. Bull. These differences shall all rest vnder Gage Till Norfolke be repeal'd repeal'd he shall be And though mine Enemie restor'd againe To all his Lands and Seignories when hee 's return'd Against Aumerle we will enforce his Tryall Carl. That honorable day shall ne're be seene Many a time hath banish'd Norfolke fought For Iesu Christ in glorious Christian field Streaming the Ensigne of the Christian Crosse Against black Pagans Turkes and Saracens And toyl'd with workes of Warre retyr'd himselfe To Italy and there at Venice gaue His Body to that pleasant Countries Earth And his pure Soule vnto his Captaine Christ Vnder whose Colours he had fought so long Bull. Why Bishop is Norfolke dead Carl. As sure as I liue my Lord. Bull. Sweet peace conduct his sweet Soule To the Bosome of good old Abraham Lords Appealants your differēces shal all rest vnder gage Till we assigne you to your dayes of Tryall Enter Yorke Yorke Great Duke of Lancaster I come to thee From plume-pluckt Richard who with willing Soule Adopts thee Heire and his high Scepter yeelds To the possession of thy Royall Hand Ascend his Throne descending now from him And long liue Henry of that Name the Fourth Bull. In Gods Name I le ascend the Regall Throne Carl. Mary Heauen forbid Worst in this Royall Presence may I speake Yet best beseeming me to speake the truth Would God that any in this Noble Presence Were enough Noble to be vpright Iudge Of Noble Richard then true Noblenesse would Learne him forbearance from so foule a Wrong What Subiect can giue Sentence on his King And who sits here that is not Richards Subiect Theeues are not iudg'd but they are by to heare Although apparant guilt be seene in them And shall the figure of Gods Maiestie His Captaine Steward Deputie elect Anoynted Grown'd planted many yeeres Be iudg'd by subiect and inferior breathe And he himselfe not present Oh forbid it God That in a Christian Climate Soules refin'de Should shew so heynous black obscene a deed I speake to Subiects and a Subiect speakes Stirr'd vp by Heauen thus boldly for his King My Lord of Hereford here whom you call King Is a foule Traytor to prowd Herefords King And if you Crowne him let me prophecie The blood of English shall manure the ground And future Ages groane for his foule Act. Peace shall goe sleepe with Turkes and Infidels And in this Seat of Peace tumultuous Warres Shall Kinne with Kinne and Kinde with Kinde confound Disorder Horror Feare and Mutinie Shall here inhabite and this Land be call'd The field of Golgotha and dead mens Sculls Oh if you reare this House against this House It will the wofullest Diuision proue That euer fell vpon this cursed Earth Preuent it resist it and let it not be so Least Child Childs Children cry against you Woe North. Well haue you argu'd Sir and for your paines Of Capitall Treason we arrest you here My Lord of Westminster be it your charge To keepe him safely till his day of Tryall May it please you Lords to grant the Commons Suit Bull. Fetch hither Richard that in common view He may surrender so we shall proceede Without suspition Yorke I will be his Conduct Exit Bull. Lords you that here are vnder our Arrest Procure your Sureties for your Dayes of Answer Little are we beholding to your Loue And little look'd for at your helping Hands Enter Richard and Yorke Rich. Alack why am I sent for to a King Before I haue shooke off the Regall thoughts Wherewith I reign'd I hardly yet haue learn'd To insinuate flatter bowe and bend my Knee Giue Sorrow leaue a while to tuture me To this submission Yet I well remember The fauors of these men were they not mine Did they not sometime cry All hayle to me So Iudas did to Christ but he in twelue Found truth in all but one I in twelve thousand none God saue the King will no man say
with Communitie Affoord no extraordinarie Gaze Such as is bent on Sunne-like Maiestie When it shines seldome in admiring Eyes But rather drowz'd and hung their eye-lids downe Slept in his Face and rendred such aspect As Cloudie men vse to doe to their aduersaries Being with his presence glutted gorg'd and full And in that very Line Harry standest thou For thou hast lost thy Princely Priuiledge With vile participation Not an Eye But is a wearie of thy common sight Saue mine which hath desir'd to see thee more Which now doth that I would not haue it doe Make blinde it selfe with foolish tendernesse Prince I shall hereafter my thrice gracious Lord Be more my selfe King For all the World As thou art to this houre was Richard then When I from France set foot at Rauenspurgh And euen as I was then is Percy now Now by my Scepter and my Soule to boot He hath more worthy interest to the State Then thou the shadow of Succession For of no Right nor colour like to Right He doth fill fields with Harneis in the Realme Turnes head against the Lyons armed Iawes And being no more in debt to yeeres then thou Leades ancient Lords and reuerent Bishops on To bloody Battailes and to brusing Armes What neuer-dying Honor hath he got Against renowned Dowglas whose high Deedes Whose hot Incursions and great Name in Armes Holds from all Souldiers chiefe Maioritie And Militarie Title Capitall Through all the Kingdomes that acknowledge Christ Thrice hath the Hotspur Mars in swathing Clothes This Infant Warrior in his Enterprises Discomfited great Dowglas ta'ne him once Enlarged him and made a friend of him To fill the mouth of deepe Defiance vp And shake the peace and safetie of our Throne And what say you to this Percy Northumberland The Arch-bishops Grace of Yorke Dowglas Mortimer Capitulate against vs and are vp But wherefore doe I tell these Newes to thee Why Harry doe I tell thee of my Foes Which art my neer'st and dearest Enemie Thou that art like enough through vassall Feare Base Inclination and the start of Spleene To fight against me vnder Percies pay To dogge his heeles and curtsie at his frownes To shew how much thou art degenerate Prince Doe not thinke so you shall not finde it so And Heauen forgiue them that so much haue sway'd Your Maiesties good thoughts away from me I will redeeme all this on Percies head And in the closing of some glorious day Be bold to tell you that I am your Sonne When I will weare a Garment all of Blood And staine my fauours in a bloody Maske Which washt away shall scowre my shame with it And that shall be the day when ere it lights That this same Child of Honor and Renowne This gallant Hotspur this all-praysed Knight And your vnthought-of Harry chance to meet For euery Honor fitting on his Helme Would they were multitudes and on my head My shames redoubled For the time will come That I shall make this Northerne Youth exchange His glorious Deedes for my Indignities Percy is but my Factor good my Lord To engrosse vp glorious Deedes on my behalfe And I will call him to so strict account That he shall render euery Glory vp Yea euen the sleightest worship of his time Or I will teare the Reckoning from his Heart This in the Name of Heauen I promise here The which if I performe and doe suruiue I doe beseech your Maiestie may salue The long-growne Wounds of my intemperature If not the end of Life cancells all Bands And I will dye a hundred thousand Deaths Ere breake the smallest parcell of this Vow King A hundred thousand Rebels dye in this Thou shalt haue Charge and soueraigne trust herein Enter Blunt How now good Blunt thy Lookes are full of speed Blunt So hath the Businesse that I come to speake of Lord Mortimer of Scotland hath sent word That Dowglas and the English Rebels met The eleuenth of this moneth at Shrewsbury A mightie and a fearefull Head they are If Promises be kept on euery hand As euer offered foule play in a State King The Earle of Westmerland set forth to day With him my sonne Lord Iohn of Lancaster For this aduertisement is fiue dayes old On Wednesday next Harry thou shalt set forward On Thursday wee our selues will march Our meeting is Bridgenorth and Harry you shall march Through Glocestershire by which account Our Businesse valued some twelue dayes hence Our generall Forces at Bridgenorth shall meete Our Hands are full of Businesse let 's away Aduantage feedes him fat while men delay Exeunt Scena Tertia Enter Falstaffe and Bardolph Falst. Bardolph am I not falne away vilely since this last action doe I not bate doe I not dwindle Why my skinne hangs about me like an olde Ladies loose Gowne I am withered like an olde Apple Iohn Well I le repent and that suddenly while I am in some liâ—ing I shall be out of heart shortly and then I shall haue no strength to repent And I haue not forgotten what the in-side of a Church is made of I am a Pepper Corne a Brewers Horse the in-side of a Church Company villanous Company hath beene the spoyle of me Bard. Sir Iohn you are so fretfull you cannot liue long Falst Why there is it Come sing me a bawdy Song make me merry I was as vertuously giuen as a Gentleman need to be vertuous enough swore little dic'd not aboue seuen times a weeke went to a Bawdy-house not aboue once in a quarter of an houre payd Money that I borrowed three or foure times liued well and in good compasse and now I liue out of all order out of compasse Bard. Why you are so fat Sir Iohn that you must â—edes bee out of all compasse out of all reasonable compasse Sir Iohn Falst Doe thou amend thy Face and I le amend thy Life Thou art our Admirall thou bearest the Lanterne in the Poope but 't is in the Nose of thee thou art the Knight of the burning Lampe Bard. Why Sir Iohn my Face does you no harme Falst No I le be sworne I make as good vse of it as many a man doth of a Deaths-Head or a Memento Mori I neuer see thy Face but I thinke vpon Hell fire and Diues that liued in Purple for there he is in his Robes burning burning If thou wert any way giuen to vertue I would sweare by thy Face my Oath should bee By this Fire But thou art altogether giuen ouer and wert indeede but for the Light in thy Face the Sunne of vtter Darkenesse When thou raâ—'st vp Gads-Hill in the Night to catch my Horse if I did not thinke that thou hadst beene an Ignis fatnus or a Ball of Wild-fire there 's no Purchase in Money O thou art a perpetuall Triumph an euerlasting Bone-fire-Light thou hast saued me a thousand Markes in Linkes and Torches walking with thee in the Night betwixt Tauerne and Tauerne But the Sack that thou hast drunke me
studies his Companions Like a strange Tongue wherein to gaine the Language 'T is needfull that the most immodest word Be look'd vpon and learn'd which once attayn'd Your Highnesse knowes comes to no farther vse But to be knowne and hated So like grosse termes The Prince will in the perfectnesse of time Cast off his followers and their memorie Shall as a Patterne or a Measure liue By which his Grace must mere the liues of others Turning past-euills to aduantages King 'T is seldome when the Bee doth leaue her Combe In the dead Carrion Enter Westmerland Who 's heere Westmerland West Health to my Soueraigne and new happinesse Added to that that I am to deliuer Prince Iohn your Sonne doth kisse your Graces Hand Mowbray the Bishop Scroope Hastings and all Are brought to the Correction of your Law There is not now a Rebels Sword vnsheath'd But Peace puts forth her Oliue euery where The manner how this Action hath beene borne Here at more leysure may your Highnesse reade With euery course in his particular King O Westmerland thou art a Summer Bird Which euer in the haunch of Winter sings The lifting vp of day Enter Harcourt Looke heere 's more newes Harc From Enemies Heauen keepe your Maiestie And when they stand against you may they fall As those that I am come to tell you of The Earle Northumberland and the Lord Bardolfe With a great Power of English and of Scots Are by the Sherife of Yorkeshire ouerthrowne The manner and true order of the fight This Packet please it you containes at large King And wherefore should these good newes Make me sicke Will Fortune neuer come with both hands full But write her faire words still in foulest Letters Shee eyther giues a Stomack and no Foode Such are the poore in health or else a Feast And takes away the Stomack such are the Rich That haue aboundance and enioy it not I should reioyce now at this happy newes And now my Sight fayles and my Braine is giddie O me come neere me now I am much ill Glo. Comfort your Maiestie Cla. Oh my Royall Father West My Soueraigne Lord cheare vp your selfe looke vp War Be patient Princes you doe know these Fits Are with his Highnesse very ordinarie Stand from him giue him ayre Hee 'le straight be well Clar. No no hee cannot long hold out these pangs Th' incessant care and labour of his Minde Hath wrought the Mure that should confine it in So thinne that Life lookes through and will breake out Glo. The people feare me for they doe obserue Vnfather'd Heires and loathly Births of Nature The Seasons change their manners as the Yeere Had found some Moneths asleepe and leap'd them ouer Clar. The Riuer hath thrice flow'd no ebbe betweene And the old folke Times doting Chronicles Say it did so a little time before That our great Grand-fire Edward sick'd and dy'de War Speake lower Princes for the King recouers Glo. This Apoplexie will certaine be his end King I pray you take me vp and beare me hence Into some other Chamber softly ' pray Let there be no noyse made my gentle friends Vnlesse some dull and fauourable hand Will whisper Musicke to my wearie Spirit War Caâ— for the Musicke in the other Roome King Set me the Crowne vpon my Pillow here Clar. His eye is hollow and hee changes much War Lesse noyse lesse noyse Enter Prince Henry P. Hen. Who saw the Duke of Clarence Clar. I am here Brother full of heauinesse P. Hen. How now Raine within doores and none abroad How doth the King Glo. Exceeding ill P. Hen. Heard hee the good newes yet Tell it him Glo. Hee alter'd much vpon the hearing it P. Hen. If hee be sicke with Ioy Hee 'le recouer without Physicke War Not so much noyse my Lords Sweet Prince speake lowe The King your Father is dispos'd to sleepe Clar. Let vs with-draw into the other Roome War Wil 't please your Grace to goe along with vs P. Hen. No I will sit and watch here by the King Why doth the Crowne lye there vpon his Pillow Being so troublesome a Bed-fellow O pollish'd Perturbation Golden Care That keep'st the Ports of Slumber open wide To many a watchfull Night sleepe with it now Yet not so sound and halte so deepely sweete As hee whose Brow with homely Biggen bound Snores out the Watch of Night O Maiestie When thou do'st pinch thy Bearer thou do'st sit Like a rich Armor worne in heat of day That scald'st with safetie by his Gates of breath There lyes a dowlney feather which stirres not Did hee suspitâ— that light and weightlesse dowlne Perforce must moue My gracious Lord my Father This sleepe is sound indeede this is a sleepe That from this Golden Rigoll hath diuorc'd So many English Kings Thy due from me Is Teareâ— and heauie Sorrowes of the Blood Which Nature Loue and filiall tendernesse Shall O deare Father pay thee plenteously My due from thee is this Imperiall Crowne Which as immediate from thy Place and Blood Deriues it selfe to me Loe heere it sits Which Heauen shall guard And put the worlds whole strength into one gyant Arme It shall not force this Lineall Honor from me This from thee will I to mine leaue As 't is left to me Exit Enter Warwicke Gloucester Clarence King Warwicke Gloucester Clarence Clar. Doth the King call War What would your Maiestie how fares your Grace King Why did you leaue me here alone my Lords Cla. We left the Prince my Brother here my Liege Who vndertooke to sit and watch by you King The Prince of Wales where is hee let mee see him War This doore is open hee is gone this way Glo. Hee came not through the Chamber where wee stayd King Where is the Crowne who tooke it from my Pillow War When wee with-drew my Liege wee left it heere King The Prince hath ta'ne it hence Goe seeke him out Is hee so hastie that hee doth suppose My sleepe my death Finde him my Lord of Warwick Chide him hither this part of his conioynes With my disease and helpes to end me See Sonnes what things you are How quickly Nature falls into reuolt When Gold becomes her Obiect For this the foolish ouer-carefull Fathers Haue broke their sleepes with thoughts Their braines with care their bones with industry For this they haue ingrossed and pyl'd vp The canker'd heapes of strange-atchieued Gold For this they haue beene thoughtfull to inuest Their Sonnes with Arts and Martiall Exercises When like the Bee culling from euery flower The vertuous Sweetes our Thighes packt with Wax Our Mouthes with Honey wee bring it to the Hiue And like the Bees are murthered for our paines This bitter taste yeelds his engrossements To the ending Father Enter Warwicke Now where is hee that will not stay so long Till his Friend Sicknesse hath determin'd me War My Lord I found the Prince in the next Roome Washing with kindly Teares his gentle Cheekes With such a deepe
There Will. This will I also weare in my Cap if euer thou come to me and say after to morrow This is my Gloue by this Hand I will take thee a box on the eare King If euer I liue to see it I will challenge it Will. Thou dar'st as well be hang'd King Well I will doe it though I take thee in the Kings companie Will. Keepe thy word fare thee well Bates Be friends you English fooles be friends wee haue French Quarrels enow if you could tell how to reckon Exit Souldiers King Indeede the French may lay twentie French Crownes to one they will beat vs for they beare them on their shoulders but it is no English Treason to cut French Crownes and to morrow the King himselfe will be a Clipper Vpon the King let vs our Liues our Soules Our Debts our carefull Wiues Our Children and our Sinnes lay on the King We must beare all O hard Condition Twin-borne with Greatnesse Subiect to the breath of euery foole whose sence No more can feele but his owne wringing What infinite hearts-ease must Kings neglect That priuate men enioy And what haue Kings that Priuates haue not too Saue Ceremonie saue generall Ceremonie And what art thou thou Idoll Ceremonie What kind of God art thou that suffer'st more Of mortall griefes then doe thy worshippers What are thy Rents what are thy Commings in O Ceremonie shew me but thy worth What is thy Soule of Odoration Art thou ought else but Place Degree and Forme Creating awe and feare in other men Wherein thou art lesse happy being fear'd Then they in fearing What drink'st thou oft in stead of Homage sweet But poyson'd flatterie O be sick great Greatnesse And bid thy Ceremonie giue thee cure Thinks thou the fierie Feuer will goe out With Titles blowne from Adulation Will it giue place to flexure and low bending Canst thou when thou command'st the beggers knee Command the health of it No thou prowd Dreame That play'st so subtilly with a Kings Repose I am a King that find thee and I know 'T is not the Balme the Scepter and the Ball The Sword the Mase the Crowne Imperiall The enter-tissued Robe of Gold and Pearle The farsed Title running 'fore the King The Throne he sits on nor the Tyde of Pompe That beates vpon the high shore of this World No not all these thrice-gorgeous Ceremonie Not all these lay'd in Bed Maiesticall Can sleepe so soundly as the wretched Slaue Who with a body fill'd and vacant mind Gets him to rest cram'd with distressefull bread Neuer sees horride Night the Child of Hell But like a Lacquey from the Rise to Set Sweates in the eye of Phebus and all Night Sleepes in Elizium next day after dawne Doth rise and helpe Hiperio to his Horse And followes so the euer-running yeere With profitable labour to his Graue And but for Ceremonie such a Wretch Winding vp Dayes with toyle and Nights with sleepe Had the fore-hand and vantage of a King The Slaue a Member of the Countreyes peace Enioyes it but in grosse braine little wots What watch the King keepes to maintaine the peace Whose howres the Pesant best aduantages Enter Erpingham Erp. My Lord your Nobles iealous of your absence Seeke through your Campe to find you King Good old Knight collect them all together At my Tent I le be before thee Erp. I shall doo 't my Lord. Exit King O God of Battailes steele my Souldiers hearts Possesse them not with feare Take from them now The sence of reckning of th' opposed numbers Pluck their hearts from them Not to day O Lord O not to day thinke not vpon the fault My Father made in compassing the Crowne I Richards body haue interred new And on it haue bestowed more contrite teares Then from it issued forced drops of blood Fiue hundred poore I haue in yeerely pay Who twice a day their wither'd hands hold vp Toward Heauen to pardon blood And I haue built two Chauntries Where the sad and solemne Priests sing still For Richards Soule More-will I doe Though all that I can doe is nothing worth Since that my Penitence comes after all Imploring pardon Enter Gloucester Glouc. My Liege King My Brother Gloucesters voyce I I know thy errand I will goe with thee The day my friend and all things stay for me Exeunt Enter the Dolphin Orleance Ramburs and Beaumont Orleance The Sunne doth gild our Armour vp my Lords Dolph Monte Cheual My Horse Verlot Lacquay Ha. Orleance Oh braue Spirit Dolph Viales swes terre Orleance Rien puis le air fâ— Dolph Coin Cousin Orleance Enter Constable Now my Lord Constable Const Hearke how our Steedes for present Seruice neigh. Dolph Mount them and make incision in their Hides That their hot blood may spin in English eyes And doubt them with superfluous courage ha Ram. What wil you haue them weep our Horses blood How shall we then behold their naturall teares Enter Messenger Messeng The English are embattail'd you French Peeres Const To Horse you gallant Princes straight to Horse Doe but behold yond poore and starued Band And your faire shew shall suck away their Soules Leauing them but the shales and huskes of men There is not worke enough for all our hands Scarce blood enough in all their sickly Veines To giue each naked Curtleax a stayne That our French Gallantâ— shall to day draw out And sheath for lack of sport Let vs but blow on them The vapour of our Valour will o're-turne them 'T is positiue against all exceptions Lords That our superfluous Lacquies and our Pesants Who in vnnecessarie action swarme About our Squares of Battaile were enow To purge this field of such a hilding Foe Though we vpon this Mountaines Basis by Tooke stand for idle speculation But that our Honours must not What 's to say A very little little let vs doe And all is done then let the Trumpets sound The Tucket Sonnance and the Note to mount For our approach shall so much dare the field That England shall couch downe in feare and yeeld Enter Graundpree Grandpree Why do you stay so long my Lords of France Yond Iland Carrions desperate of their bones Ill-fauoredly become the Morning field Their ragged Curtaines poorely are let loose And our Ayre shakes them passing scornefully Bigge Mars seemes banqu'rout in their begger'd Hoast And faintly through a rustie Beuer peepes The Horsemen sit like fixed Candlesticks With Torch-staues in their hand and their poore Iades Lob downe their heads dropping the hides and hips The gumme downe roping from their pale-dead eyes And in their pale dull mouthes the Iymold Bitt Lyes foule with chaw'd-grasse still and motionlesse And their executors the knauish Crowes Flye o're them all impatient for their howre Description cannot sute it selfe in words To demonstrate the Life of such a Battaile In life so liuelesse as it shewes it selfe Const They haue said their prayers And they â—ay for death Dolph Shall we goe send them Dinners
Subiect Edw. But Warwickes King is Edwards Prisoner And gallant Warwicke doe but answer this What is the Body when the Head is off Rich. Alas that Warwicke had no more fore-cast But whiles he thought to steale the single Ten The King was slyly finger'd from the Deck You left poore Henry at the Bishops Pallace And tenne to one you 'le meet him in the Tower Edw. 'T is euen so yet you are Warwicke still Rich. Come Warwicke Take the time kneele downe kneele downe Nay when strike now or else the Iron cooles War I had rather chop this Hand off at a blow And with the other fling it at thy face Then beare so low a sayle to strike to thee Edw. Sayle how thou canst Haue Winde and Tyde thy friend This Hand fast wound about thy coale-black hayre Shall whiles thy Head is warme and new cut off Write in the dust this Sentence with thy blood Wind-changing Warwicke now can change no more Enter Oxford with Drumme and Colours War Oh chearefull Colours see where Oxford comes Oxf. Oxford Oxford for Lancaster Rich. The Gates are open let vs enter too Edw. So other foes may set vpon our backs Stand we in good array for they no doubt Will issue out againe and bid vs battaile If not the Citie being but of small defence Wee 'le quickly rowze the Traitors in the same War Oh welcome Oxford for we want thy helpe Enter Mountague with Drumme and Colours Mount Mountague Mountague for Lancaster Rich. Thou and thy Brother both shall buy this Treason Euen with the dearest blood your bodies beare Edw. The harder matcht the greater Victorie My minde presageth happy gaine and Conquest Enter Somerset with Drumme and Colours Som. Somerset Somerset for Lancaster Rich. Two of thy Name both Dukes of Somerset Haue sold their Liues vnto the House of Yorke And thou shalt be the third if this Sword hold Enter Clarence with Drumme and Colours War And loe where George of Clarence sweepes along Of force enough to bid his Brother Battaile With whom in vpright zeale to right preuailes More then the nature of a Brothers Loue. Come Clarence come thou wilt if Warwicke call Clar. Father of Warwick know you what this meanes Looke here I throw my infamie at thee I will not ruinate my Fathers House Who gaue his blood to lyme the stones together And set vp Lancaster Why trowest thou Warwicke That Clarence is so harsh so blunt vnnaturall To bend the fatall Instruments of Warre Against his Brother and his lawfull King Perhaps thou wilt obiect my holy Oath To keepe that Oath were more impietie Then Iephah when he sacrific'd his Daughter I am so sorry for my Trespas made That to deserue well at my Brothers hands I here proclayme my selfe thy mortall foe With resolution wheresoe're I meet thee As I will meet thee if thou stirre abroad To plague thee for thy foule mis-leading me And so prowd-hearted Warwicke I defie thee And to my Brother turne my blushing Cheekes Pardon me Edward I will make amends And Richard doe not frowne vpon my faults For I will henceforth be no more vnconstant Edw. Now welcome more and ten times more belou'd Then if thou neuer hadst deseru'd our hate Rich. Welcome good Clarence this is Brother-like Warw. Oh passing Traytor periur'd and vniust Edw. What Warwicke Wilt thou leaue the Towne and fight Or shall we beat the Stones about thine Eares Warw. Alas I am not coop'd here for defence I will away towards Barnet presently And bid thee Battaile Edward if thou dar'st Edw. Yes Warwicke Edward dares and leads the way Lords to the field Saint George and Victorie Exeunt March Warwicke and his companie followes Alarum and Excursions Enter Edward bringing forth Warwicke wounded Edw. So lye thou there dye thou and dye our feare For Warwicke was a Bugge that fear'd vs all Now Mountague sit fast I seeke for thee That Warwickes Bones may keepe thine companie Exit Warw. Ah who is nigh come to me friend or foe And tell me who is Victor Yorke or Warwicke Why aske I that my mangled body shewes My blood my want of strength my sicke heart shewes That I must yeeld my body to the Earth And by my fall the conquest to my foe Thus yeelds the Cedar to the Axes edge Whose Armes gaue shelter to the Princely Eagle Vnder whose shade the ramping Lyon slept Whose top-branch ouer-peer'd Ioues spreading Tree And kept low Shrubs from Winters pow'rfull Winde These Eyes that now are dim'd with Deaths black Veyle Haue beene as piercing as the Mid-day Sunne To search the secret Treasons of the World The Wrinckles in my Browes now fill'd with blood Were lik'ned oft to Kingly Sepulchers For who liu'd King but I could digge his Graue And who durst smile when Warwicke bent his Brow Loe now my Glory smear'd in dust and blood My Parkes my Walkes my Mannors that I had Euen now forsake me and of all my Lands Is nothing left me but my bodies length Why what is Pompe Rule Reigne but Earth and Dust And liue we how we can yet dye we must Enter Oxford and Somerset Som. Ah Warwicke Warwicke wert thou as we are We might recouer all our Losse againe The Queene from France hath brought a puissant power Euen now we heard the newes ah could'st thou flye Warw. Why then I would not flye Ah Mountague If thou be there sweet Brother take my Hand And with thy Lippes keepe in my Soule a while Thou lou'st me not for Brother if thou didst Thy teares would wash this cold congealed blood That glewes my Lippes and will not let me speake Come quickly Mountague or I am dead Som. Ah Warwicke Mountague hath breath'd his last And to the latest gaspe cry'd out for Warwicke And said Commend me to my valiant Brother And more he would haue said and more he spoke Which sounded like a Cannon in a Vault That mought not be distinguisht but at last I well might heare deliuered with a groane Oh farewell Warwicke Warw. Sweet rest his Soule Flye Lords and saue your selues For Warwicke bids you all farewell to meet in Heauen Oxf. Away away to meet the Queenes great power Here they beare away his Body Exeunt Flourish Enter King Edward in triumph with Richard Clarence and the rest King Thus farre our fortune keepes an vpward course And we are grac'd with wreaths of Victorie But in the midst of this bright-shining Day I spy a black suspicious threatning Cloud That will encounter with our glorious Sunne Ere he attaine his easefull Westerne Bed I meane my Lords those powers that the Queene Hath rays'd in Gallia haue arriued our Coast And as we heare march on to fight with vs. Clar. A little gale will soone disperse that Cloud And blow it to the Source from whence it came Thy very Beames will dry those Vapours vp For euery Cloud engenders not a Storme Rich. The Queene is valued thirtie thousand strong And Somerset with Oxford fled to her If
blood Nor thou within the compasse of my curse Buc. Nor no one heere for Curses neuer passe The lips of those that breath them in the ayre Mar. I will not thinke but they ascend the sky And there awake Gods gentle sleeping peace O Buckingham take heede of yonder dogge Looke when he fawnes he bites and when he bites His venom tooth will rankle to the death Haue not to do with him beware of him Sinne death and hell haue set their markes on him And all their Ministers attend on him Rich. What doth she say my Lord of Buckingham Buc. Nothing that I respect my gracious Lord. Mar. What dost thou scorne me For my gentle counsell And sooth the diuell that I warne thee from O but remember this another day When he shall split thy very heart with sorrow And say poore Margaret was a Prophetesse Liue each of you the subiects to his hate And he to yours and all of you to Gods Exit Buc. My haire doth stand an end to heare her curses Riu. And so doth mine I muse why she 's at libertie Rich. I cannot blame her by Gods holy mother She hath had too much wrong and I repent My part thereof that I haue done to her Mar. I neuer did her any to my knowledge Rich. Yet you haue all the vantage of her wrong I was too hot to do somebody good That is too cold in thinking of it now Marry as for Clarence he is well repayed He is frank'd vp to fatting for his paines God pardon them that are the cause thereof Riu. A vertuous and a Christian-like conclusion To pray for them that haue done scath to vs. Rich. So do I euer being well aduis'd Speakes to himselfe For had I curst now I had curst my selfe Enter Catesby Cates. Madam his Maiesty doth call for you And for your Grace and yours my gracious Lord. Qu. Catesby I come Lords will you go with mee Riu. We wait vpon your Grace Exeunt all but Gloster Rich. I do the wrong and first begin to brawle The secret Mischeefes that I set abroach I lay vnto the greeuous charge of others Clarence who I indeede haue cast in darknesse I do beweepe to many simple Gulles Namely to Derby Hastings Buckingham And tell them 't is the Queene and her Allies That stirre the King against the Duke my Brother Now they beleeue it and withall whet me To be reueng'd on Riuers Dorset Grey But then I sigh and with a peece of Scripture Tell them that God bids vs do good for euill And thus I cloath my naked Villanie With odde old ends stolne forth of holy Writ And seeme a Saint when most I play the deuill Enter two murtherers But soft heere come my Executioners How now my hardy stout resolued Mates Are you now going to dispatch this thing Vil. We are my Lord and come to haue the Warrant That we may be admitted where he is Ric. Well thought vpon I haue it heare about me When you haue done repayre to Crosby place But sirs be sodaine in the execution Withall obdurate do not heare him pleade For Clarence is well spoken and perhappes May moue your hearts to pitty if you marke him Vil. Tut tut my Lord we will not stand to prate Talkers are no good dooers be assur'd We go to vse our hands and not our tongues Rich. Your eyes drop Mill-stones when Fooles eyes fall Teares I like you Lads about your businesse straight Go go dispatch Vil. We will my Noble Lord. Scena Quarta Enter Clarence and Keeper Keep Why lookes your Grace so heauily to day Cla. O I haue past a miserable night So full of fearefull Dreames of vgly sights That as I am a Christian faithfull man I would not spend another such a night Though 't were to buy a world of happy daies So full of dismall terror was the time Keep What was your dream my Lord I pray you tel me Cla. Me thoughts that I had broken from the Tower And was embark'd to crosse to Burgundy And in my company my Brother Glouster Who from my Cabin tempted me to walke Vpon the Hatches There we look'd toward England And cited vp a thousand heauy times During the warres of Yorke and Lancaster That had befalne vs. As we pac'd along Vpon the giddy footing of the Hatches Me thought that Glouster stumbled and in falling Strooke me that thought to stay him ouer-boord Into the tumbling billowes of the maine O Lord me thought what paine it was to drowne What dreadfull noise of water in mine eares What sights of vgly death within mine eyes Me thoughts I saw a thousand fearfull wrackes A thousand men that Fishes gnaw'd vpon Wedges of Gold great Anchors heapes of Pearle Inestimable Stones vnvalewed Iewels All scattred in the bottome of the Sea Some lay in dead-mens Sculles and in the holes Where eyes did once inhabit there were crept As 't were in scorne of eyes reflecting Gemmes That woo'd the slimy bottome of the deepe And mock'd the dead bones that lay scattred by Keep Had you such leysure in the time of death To gaze vpon these secrets of the deepe Cla. Me thought I had and often did I striue To yeeld the Ghost but still the enuious Flood Stop'd in my soule and would not let it forth To find the empty vast and wand'ring ayre But smother'd it within my panting bulke Who almost burst to belch it in the Sea Keep Awak'd you not in this sore Agony Clar. No no my Dreame was lengthen'd after life O then began the Tempest to my Soule I past me thought the Melancholly Flood With that sowre Ferry-man which Poets write of Vnto the Kingdome of perpetuall Night The first that there did greet my Stranger-soule Was my great Father-in-Law renowned Warwicke Who spake alowd What scourge for Periurie Can this darke Monarchy affoord false Clarence And so he vanish'd Then came wand'ring by A Shadow like an Angell with bright hayre Dabbel'd in blood and he shriek'd out alowd Clarence is come false fleeting periur'd Clarence That stabb'd me in the field by Tewkesbury Seize on him Furies take him vnto Torment With that me thought a Legion of foule Fiends Inuiron'd me and howled in mine eares Such hiddeous cries that with the very Noise I trembling wak'd and for a season after Could not beleeue but that I was in Hell Such terrible Impression made my Dreame Keep No maruell Lord though it affrighted you I am affraid me thinkes to heare you tell it Cla. Ah Keeper Keeper I haue done these things That now giue euidence against my Soule For Edwards sake and see how he requits mee O God! if my deepe prayres cannot appease thee But thou wilt be aueng'd on my misdeeds Yet execute thy wrath in me alone O spare my guiltlesse Wife and my poore children Keeper I prythee sit by me a-while My Soule is heauy and I faine would sleepe Keep I will my Lord God giue your Grace good rest Enter Brakenbury the Lieutenant Bra.
vs to weepe Cla. O do not slander him for he is kinde 1 Right as Snow in Haruest Come you deceiue your selfe 'T is he that sends vs to destroy you heere Cla. It cannot be for he be wept my Fortune And hugg'd me in his armes and swore with sobs That he would labour my deliuery 1 Why so he doth when he deliuers you From this earths thraldome to the ioyes of heauen 2 Make peace with God for you must die my Lord. Cla. Haue you that holy feeling in your soules To counsaile me to make my peace with God And are you yet to your owne soules so blinde That you will warre with God by murd'ring me O sirs consider they that set you on To do this deede will hate you for the deede 2 What shall we do Clar. Relent and saue your soules Which of you if you were a Princes Sonne Being pent from Liberty as I am now If two such murtherers as your selues came to you Would not intreat for life as you would begge Were you in my distresse 1 Relent no 'T is cowardly and womanish Cla. Not to relent is beastly sauage diuellish My Friend I spy some pitty in thy lookes O if thine eye be not a Flatterer Come thou on my side and intreate for mee A begging Prince what begger pitties not 2 Looke behinde you my Lord. 1 Take that and that if all this will not do Stabs him I le drowne you in the Malmesey-But within Exit 2 A bloody deed and desperately dispatcht How faine like Pilate would I wash my hands Of this most greeuous murther Enter 1. Murtherer 1 How now what mean'st thou that thou help'st me not By Heauen the Duke shall know how slacke you haue beene 2. Mur. I would he knew that I had sau'd his brother Take thou the Fee and tell him what I say For I repent me that the Duke is slaine Exit 1. Mur. So do not I go Coward as thou art Well I le go hide the body in some hole Till that the Duke giue order for his buriall And when I haue my meede I will away For this will out and then I must not stay Exit Actus Secundus Scoena Prima Flourish Enter the King sicke the Queene Lord Marquesse Dorset Riuers Hastings Catesby Buckingham Wooduill King Why so now haue I done a good daies work You Peeres continue this vnited League I euery day expect an Embassage From my Redeemer to redeeme me hence And more to peace my soule shall part to heauen Since I haue made my Friends at peace on earth Dorset and Riuers take each others hand Dissemble not your hatred Sweare your loue Kin. By heauen my soule is purg'd from grudging hate And with my hand I seale my true hearts Loue. Hast So thriue I as I truly sweare the like King Take heed you dally not before your King Lest he that is the supreme King of Kings Confound your hidden falshood and award Either of you to be the others end Hast So prosper I as I sweare perfect loue Ri. And I as I loue Hastings with my heart King Madam your selfe is not exempt from this Nor you Sonne Dorset Buckingham nor you You haue bene factious one against the other Wife loue Lord Hastings let him kisse your hand And what you do do it vnfeignedly Qu. There Hastings I will neuer more remember Our former hatred so thriue I and mine King Dorset imbrace him Hastings loue Lord Marquesse Dor. This interchange of loue I heere protest Vpon my part shall be inuiolable Hast And so sweare I. King Now Princely Buckingham seale y u this league With thy embracements to my wiues Allies And make me happy in your vnity Buc. When euer Buckingham doth turne his hate Vpon your Grace but with all dutious loue Doth cherish you and yours God punish me With hate in those where I expect most loue When I haue most need to imploy a Friend And most assured that he is a Friend Deepe hollow treacherous and full of guile Be he vnto me This do I begge of heauen When I am cold in loue to you or yours Embrace King A pleasing Cordiall Princely Buckingham Is this thy Vow vnto my sickely heart There wanteth now our Brother Gloster heere To make the blessed period of this peace Buc. And in good time Heere comes Sir Richard Ratcliffe and the Duke Enter Ratcliffe and Gloster Rich. Good morrow to my Soueraigne King Queen And Princely Peeres a happy time of day King Happy indeed as we haue spent the day Gloster we haue done deeds of Charity Made peace of enmity faire loue of hate Betweene these swelling wrong incensed Peeres Rich. A blessed labour my most Soueraigne Lord Among this Princely heape if any heere By false intelligence or wrong surmize Hold me a Foe If I vnwillingly or in my rage Haue ought committed that is hardly borne To any in this presence I desire To reconcile me to his Friendly peace 'T is death to me to be at enmitie I hate it and desire all good mens loue First Madam I intreate true peace of you Which I will purchase with my dutious seruice Of you my Noble Cosin Buckingham If euer any grudge were lodg'd betweene vs. Of you and you Lord Riuers and of Dorset That all without desert haue frown'd on me Of you Lord Wooduill and Lord Scales of you Dukes Earles Lords Gentlemen indeed of all I do not know that Englishman aliue With whom my soule is any iot at oddes More then the Infant that is borne to night I thanke my God for my Humility Qu. A holy day shall this be kept heereafter I would to God all strifes were well compounded My Soueraigne Lord I do beseech your Highnesse To take our Brother Clarence to your Grace Rich. Why Madam haue I offred loue for this To be so flowted in this Royall presence Who knowes not that the gentle Duke is dead They all start You do him iniurie to scorne his Coarse King Who knowes not he is dead Who knowes he is Qu. All-seeing heauen what a world is this Buc. Looke I so pale Lord Dorset as the rest Dor. I my good Lord and no man in the presence But his red colour hath forsooke his cheekes King Is Clarence dead The Order was reuerst Rich. But he poore man by your first order dyed And that a winged Mercurie did beare Some tardie Cripple bare the Countermand That came too lagge to see him buried God grant that some lesse Noble and lesse Loyall Neerer in bloody thoughts and not in blood Deserue not worse then wretched Clarence did And yet go currant from Suspition Enter Earle of Derby Der. A boone my Soueraigne for my seruice done King I prethee peace my soule is full of sorrow Der. I will not rise vnlesse your Highnes heare me King Then say at once what is it thou requests Der. The forfeit Soueraigne of my seruants life Who slew to day a Riotous Gentleman Lately attendant on
what the Nobles were committed Is all vnknowne to me my gracious Lord. Qu. Aye me I see the ruine of my House The Tyger now hath seiz'd the gentle Hinde Insulting Tiranny beginnes to Iutt Vpon the innocent and awelesse Throne Welcome Destruction Blood and Massacre I see as in a Map the end of all Dut. Accursed and vnquiet wrangling dayes How many of you haue mine eyes beheld My Husband lost his life to get the Crowne And often vp and downe my sonnes were tost For me to ioy and weepe their gaine and losse And being seated and Domesticke broyles Cleane ouer-blowne themselues the Conquerors Make warre vpon themselues Brother to Brother Blood to blood selfe against selfe O prepostorous And franticke outrage â—nd thy damned spleene Or let me dye to looke on earth no more Qu. Come come my Boy we will to Sanctuary Madam farwell Dut. Stay I will go with you Qu. You haue no cause Arch. My gracious Lady go And thether beare your Treasure and your Goodes For my part I le resigne vnto your Grace The Seale I keepe and so betide to me As well I tender you and all of yours Go I le conduct you to the Sanctuary Exeunt Actus Tertius Scoena Prima The Trumpets sound Enter yong Prince the Dukes of Glocester and Buckingham Lord Cardinall with others Buc. Welcome sweete Prince to London To your Chamber Rich. Welcome deere Cosin my thoughts Soueraign The wearie way hath made you Melancholly Prin. No Vnkle but our crosses on the way Haue made it tedious wearisome and heauie I want more Vnkles heere to welcome me Rich. Sweet Prince the vntainted vertue of your yeers Hath not yet diu'd into the Worlds deceit No more can you distinguish of a man Then of his outward shew which God he knowes Seldome or neuer iumpeth with the heart Those Vnkles which you want were dangerous Your Grace attended to their Sugred words But look'd not on the poyson of their hearts God keepe you from them and from such false Friends Prin. God keepe me from false Friends But they were none Rich. My Lord the Maior of London comes to greet you Enter Lord Maior Lo. Maior God blesse your Grace with health and happie dayes Prin. I thanke you good my Lord and thank you all I thought my Mother and my Brother Yorke Would long ere this haue met vs on the way Fie what a Slug is Hastings that he comes not To tell vs whether they will come or no. Enter Lord Hastings Buck. And in good time heere comes the sweating Lord. Prince Welcome my Lord what will our Mother come Hast On what occasion God he knowes not I The Queene your Mother and your Brother Yorke Haue taken Sanctuarie The tender Prince Would faine haue come with me to meet your Grace But by his Mother was perforce with-held Buck. Fie what an indirect and peeuish course Is this of hers Lord Cardinall will your Grace Perswade the Queene to send the Duke of Yorke Vnto his Princely Brother presently If she denie Lord Hastings goe with him And from her iealous Armes pluck him perforce Card. My Lord of Buckingham if my weake Oratorie Can from his Mother winne the Duke of Yorke Anon expect him here but if she be obdurate To milde entreaties God forbid We should infringe the holy Priuiledge Of blessed Sanctuarie not for all this Land Would I be guiltie of so great a sinne Buck. You are too sencelesse obstinate my Lord Too ceremonious and traditionall Weigh it but with the grossenesse of this Age You breake not Sanctuarie in seizing him The benefit thereof is alwayes granted To those whose dealings haue deseru'd the place And those who haue the wit to clayme the place This Prince hath neyther claym'd it nor deseru'd it And therefore in mine opinion cannot haue it Then taking him from thence that is not there You breake no Priuiledge nor Charter there Oft haue I heard of Sanctuarie men But Sanctuarie children ne're till now Card. My Lord you shall o're-rule my mind for once Come on Lord Hastings will you goe with me Hast I goe my Lord. Exit Cardinall and Hastings Prince Good Lords make all the speedie hast you may Say Vnckle Glocester if our Brother come Where shall we soiourne till our Coronation Glo. Where it think'st best vnto your Royall selfe If I may counsaile you some day or two Your Highnesse shall repose you at the Tower Then where you please and shall be thought most fit For your best health and recreation Prince I doe not like the Tower of any place Did Iulius Caesar build that place my Lord Buck. He did my gracious Lord begin that place Which since succeeding Ages haue re-edify'd Prince Is it vpon record or else reported Successiuely from age to age he built it Buck. Vpon record my gracious Lord. Prince But say my Lord it were not registred Me thinkes the truth should liue from age to age As 't were retayl'd to all posteritie Euen to the generall ending day Glo. So wise so young they say doe neuer liue long Prince What say you Vnckle Glo. I say without Characters Fame liues long Thus like the formall Vice Iniquitie I morallize two meanings in one word Prince That Iulius Caesar was a famous man With what his Valour did enrich his Wit His Wit set downe to make his Valour liue Death makes no Conquest of his Conqueror For now he liues in Fame though not in Life I le tell you what my Cousin Buckingham Buck. What my gracious Lord Prince And if I liue vntill I be a man I le win our ancient Right in France againe Or dye a Souldier as I liu'd a King Glo. Short Summers lightly haue a forward Spring Enter young Yorke Hastings and Cardinall Buck. Now in good time heere comes the Duke of Yorke Prince Richard of Yorke how fares our Noble Brother Yorke Well my deare Lord so must I call you now Prince I Brother to our griefe as it is yours Too late he dy'd that might haue kept that Title Which by his death hath lost much Maiestie Glo. How fares our Cousin Noble Lord of Yorke Yorke I thanke you gentle Vnckle O my Lord You said that idle Weeds are fast in growth The Prince my Brother hath out-growne me farre Glo. He hath my Lord. Yorke And therefore is he idle Glo. Oh my faire Cousin I must not say so Yorke Then he is more beholding to you then I. Glo. He may command me as my Soueraigne But you haue power in me as in a Kinsman Yorke I pray you Vnckle giue me this Dagger Glo. My Dagger little Cousin with all my heart Prince A Begger Brother Yorke Of my kind Vnckle that I know will giue And being but a Toy which is no griefe to giue Glo. A greater gift then that I le giue my Cousin Yorke A greater gift O that 's the Sword to it Glo. I gentle Cousin were it light enough Yorke O then I see you will part but
boord em ' Seruant Monster drinke to me Trin. Seruant Monster the folly of this Iland they say there 's but fiue vpon this Isle we are three of them if th' other two be brain'd like vs the State totters Ste. Drinke seruant Monster when I bid thee thy eies are almost set in thy head Trin. VVhere should they bee set else hee were a braue Monster indeede if they were set in his taile Ste. My man-Monster hath drown'd his tongue in sacke for my part the Sea cannot drowne mee I swam ere I could recouer the shore fiue and thirtie Leagues off and on by this light thou shalt bee my Lieutenant Monster or my Standard Trin. Your Lieutenant if you lift hee 's no standard Ste. VVeel not run Monsieur Monster Trin. Nor go neither but you 'l lie like dogs and yet say nothing neither Ste. Moone-calfe speak once in thy life if thou beest a good Moone-calfe Cal. How does thy honour Let me licke thy shooe I le not serue him he is not valiant Trin. Thou liest most ignorant Monster I am in case to iustle a Constable why thou debosh'd Fish thou was there euer man a Coward that hath drunk so much Sacke as I to day wilt thou tell a monstrous lie being but halfe a Fish and halfe a Monster Cal. Loe how he mockes me wilt thou let him my Lord Trin. Lord quoth he that a Monster should be such a Naturall Cal. Loe loe againe bite him to death I prethee Ste. Trinculo keepe a good tongue in your head If you proue a mutineere the next Tree the poore Monster 's my subiect and he shall not suffer indignity Cal. I thanke my noble Lord. Wilt thou be pleas'd to hearken once againe to the suite I made to thee Ste. Marry will I kneele and repeate it I will stand and so shall Trinculo Enter Ariell inuisible Cal. As I told thee before I am subiect to a Tirant A Sorcerer that by his cunning hath cheated me Of the Island Ariell Thou lyest Cal. Thou lyest thou iesting Monkey thou I would my valiant Master would destroy thee I do not lye Ste. Trinculo if you trouble him any more in 's tale By this hand I will supplant some of your teeth Trin. Why I said nothing Ste. Mum then and no more proceed Cal. I say by Sorcery he got this Isle From me he got it If thy Greatnesse will Reuenge it on him for I know thou dar'st But this Thing dare not Ste. That 's most certaine Cal. Thou shalt be Lord of it and I le serue thee Ste. How now shall this be compast Canst thou bring me to the party Cal. Yea yea my Lord I le yeeld him thee asleepe Where thou maist knocke a naile into his head Ariell Thou liest thou canst not Cal. What a py'de Ninnie's this Thou scuruy patch I do beseech thy Greatnesse giue him blowes And take his bottle from him When that 's gone He shall drinke nought but brine for I le not shew him Where the quicke Freshes are Ste. Trinculo run into no further danger Interrupt the Monster one word further and by this hand I le turne my mercie out o' doores and make a Stockfish of thee Trin. Why what did I I did nothing I le go farther off Ste. Didst thou not say he lyed Ariell Thou liest Ste. Do I so Take thou that As you like this giue me the lye another time Trin. I did not giue the lie Out o' your wittes and hearing too A pox o' your bottle this can Sacke and drinking doo A murren on your Monster and the diuell take your fingers Cal. Ha ha ha Ste. Now forward with your Tale prethee stand further off Cal. Beate him enough after a little time I le beate him too Ste. Stand farther Come proceede Cal. Why as I told thee 't is a custome with him I' th afternoone to sleepe there thou maist braine him Hauing first seiz'd his bookes Or with a logge Batter his skull or paunch him with a stake Or cut his wezand with thy knife Remember First to possesse his Bookes for without them Hee 's but a Sot as I am nor hath not One Spirit to command they all do hate him As rootedly as I. Burne but his Bookes He ha's braue Vtensils for so he calles them Which when he ha's a house hee 'l decke withall And that most deeply to consider is The beautie of his daughter he himselfe Cals her a non-pareill I neuer saw a woman But onely Sycorax my Dam and she But she as farre surpasseth Sycorax As great'st do's least Ste. Is it so braue a Lasse Cal. I Lord she will become thy bed I warrant And bring thee forth braue brood Ste. Monster I will kill this man his daughter and I will be King and Queene saue our Graces and Trinculo and thy selfe shall be Vice-royes Dost thou like the plot Trinculo Trin. Excellent Ste. Giue me thy hand I am sorry I beate thee But while thou liu'st keepe a good tongue in thy heaâ— Cal. Within this halfe houre will he be asleepe Wilt thou destroy him then Ste. I on mine honour Ariell This will I tell my Master Cal. Thou mak'st me merry I am full of pleasure Let vs be iocond Will you troule the Catch You taught me but whileare Ste. At thy request Monster I will do reason Any reason Come on Trinculo let vs sing Sings Flout 'em and cout 'em and skowt 'em and flout 'em Thought is free Cal. That 's not the tune Ariell plaies the tune on a Tabor and Pipe Ste. What is this same Trin. This is the tune of our Catch plaid by the picture of No-body Ste. If thou beest a man shew thy selfe in thy likenes If thou beest a diuell take 't as thou list Trin. O forgiue me my sinnes Ste. He that dies payes all debts I defie thee Mercy vpon vs. Cal. Art thou affeard Ste. No Monster not I. Cal. Be not affeard the Isle is full of noyses Sounds and sweet aires that giue delight and hurt not Sometimes a thousand twangling Instruments Will hum about mine eares and sometime voices That if I then had wak'd after long sleepe Will make me sleepe againe and then in dreaming The clouds me thought would open and shew riches Ready to drop vpon me that when I wak'd I cri'de to dreame againe Ste. This will proue a braue kingdome to me Where I shall haue my Musicke for nothing Cal. When Prospero is destroy'd Ste. That shall be by and by I remember the storie Trin. The sound is going away Le ts follow it and after do our worke Ste. Leade Monster Wee 'l follow I would I could see this Taborer He layes it on Trin. Wilt come I le follow Stephano Exeunt Scena Tertia Enter Alonso Sebastian Anthonio Gonzallo Adrian Francisco c. Gon. By 'r lakin I can goe no further Sir My old bones akes here 's a maze trod indeede Through fourth rights Meanders by your patience I needes must rest
through Tooth'd briars sharpe firzes pricking gosse thorns Which entred their fraile shins at last I left them I' th' filthy mantled poole beyond your Cell There dancing vp to th' chins that the fowle Lake Ore-stunck their feet Pro. This was well done my bird Thy shape inuisible retaine thou still The trumpery in my house goe bring it hither For stale to catch these theeues Ar. I go I goe Exit Pro. A Deuill a borne-Deuill on whose nature Nurture can neuer sticke on whom my paines Humanely taken all all lost quite lost And as with age his body ouglier growes So his minde cankers I will plague them all Euen to roaring Come hang on them this line Enter Ariell loaden with glistering apparell c. Enter Caliban Stephano and Trinculo all wet Cal. Pray you tread softly that the blinde Mole may not heare a foot fall we now are neere his Cell St. Monster your Fairy w c you say is a harmles Fairy Has done little better then plaid the lacke with vs. Trin. Monster I do smell all horse-pisse at which My nose is in great indignation Ste. So is mine Do you heare Monster If I should Take a displeasure against you Looke you Trin. Thou wert but a lost Monster Cal. Good my Lord giue me thy fauour stil Be patient for the prize I le bring thee too Shall hud winke this mischance therefore speake softly All 's husht as midnight yet Trin. I but to loose our bottles in the Poole Ste. There is not onely disgrace and dishonor in that Monster but an infinite losse Tr. That 's more to me then my wetting Yet this is your harmlesse Fairy Monster Ste. I will fetch off my bottle Though I be o're eares for my labour Cal. Pre-thee my King be quiet Seest thou heere This is the mouth o' th Cell no noise and enter Do that good mischeefe which may make this Island Thine owne for euer and I thy Caliban For aye thy foot-licker Ste. Giue me thy hand I do begin to haue bloody thoughts Trin. O King Stephano O Peere O worthy Stephano Looke what a wardrobe heere is for thee Cal. Let it alone thou foole it is but trash Tri. Oh ho Monster wee know what belongs to a frippery O King Stephano Ste. Put off that gowne Trinculo by this hand I le haue that gowne Tri. Thy grace shall haue it Cal. The dropsie drowne this foole what doe you meane To doate thus on such luggage let 's alone And doe the murther first if he awake From toe to crowne hee 'l fill our skins with pinches Make vs strange stuffe Ste. Be you quiet Monster Mistris line is not this my Ierkin now is the Ierkin vnder the line now Ierkin you are like to lose your haire proue a bald Ierkin Trin. Doe doe we steale by lyne and leuell and 't like your grace Ste. I thank thee for that iest heer 's a garment for 't Wit shall not goe vn-rewarded while I am King of this Country Steale by line and leuell is an excellent passe of pate there 's another garment for 't Tri. Monster come put some Lime vpon your fingers and away with the rest Cal. I will haue none on 't we shall loose our time And all be turn'd to Barnacles or to Apes With foreheads villanous low Ste. Monster lay to your fingers helpe to beare this away where my hogshead of wine is or I le turne you out of my kingdome goe to carry this Tri. And this Ste. I and this A noyse of Hunters heard Enter diuers Spirits in shape of Dogs and Hounds hunting them about Prospero and Ariel setting them on Pro. Hey Mountaine hey Ari. Siluer there it goes Siluer Pro. Fury Fury there Tyrant there harke harke Goe charge my Goblins that they grinde their ioynts With dry Convultions shorten vp their sinewes With aged Cramps more pinch-spotted make them Then Pard or Cat o' Mountaine Ari. Harke they rore Pro. Let them be hunted soundly At this houre Lies at my mercy all mine enemies Shortly shall all my labours end and thou Shalt haue the ayre at freedome for a little Follow and doe me seruice Exeunt Actus quintus Scoena Prima Enter Prospero in his Magicke robes and Ariel Pro. Now do's my Proiect gather to a head My charmes cracke not my Spirits obey and Time Goes vpright with his carriage how 's the day Ar. On the sixt hower at which time my Lord You said our worke should cease Pro. I did say so When first I rais'd the Tempest say my Spirit How fares the King and 's followers Ar. Confin'd together In the same fashion as you gaue in charge Iust as you left them all prisoners Sir In the Line-groue which weather-fends your Cell They cannot boudge till your release The King His Brother and yours abide all three distracted And the remainder mourning ouer them Brim full of sorrow and dismay but chiefly Him that you term'd Sir the good old Lord Gonzallo His teares runs downe his beard like winters drops From eaues of reeds your charm so strongly works 'em That if you now beheld them your affections Would become tender Pro. Dost thou thinke so Spirit Ar. Mine would Sir were I humane Pro. And mine shall Hast thou which art but aire a touch a feeling Of their afflictions and shall not my selfe One of their kinde that rellish all as sharpely Passion as they be kindlier mou'd then thou art Thogh with their high wrongs I am strook to th' quick Yet with my nobler reason gainst my furie Doe I take part the rarer Action is In vertue then in vengeance they being penitent The sole drift of my purpose doth extend Not a frowne further Goe release them Ariell My Charmes I le breake their sences I le restore And they shall be themselues Ar. I le fetch them Sir Exit Pro. Ye Elues of hils brooks stāding lakes groues And ye that on the sands with printlesse foote Doe chase the ebbing Neptune and doe flie him When he comes backe you demy-Puppets that By Moone-shine doe the greene sowre Ringlets make Whereof the Ewe not bites and you whose pastime Is to make midnight-Mushrumps that reioyce To heare the solemne Curfewe by whose ayde Weake Masters though ye be I haue bedymn'd The Noone-tide Sun call'd forth the mutenous windes And twixt the greene Sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring warre To the dread ratling Thunder Haue I giuen fire and rifted Ioues stowt Oke With his owne Bolt The strong bass'd promontorie Haue I made shake and by the spurs pluckt vp The Pyne and Cedar Graues at my command Haue wak'd their sleepers op'd and let 'em forth By my so potent Art But this rough Magicke I heere abiure and when I haue requir'd Some heauenly Musicke which euen now I do To worke mine end vpon their Sences that This Ayrie-charme is for I 'le breake my staffe Bury it certaine fadomes in the earth And deeper then did euer Plummet sound I le
Againe if any Siracusian borne Come to the Bay of Ephesus he dies His goods confiscate to the Dukes dispose Vnlesse a thousand markes be leuied To quit the penalty and to ransome him Thy substance valued at the highest rate Cannot amount vnto a hundred Markes Therefore by Law thou art condemn'd to die Mer. Yet this my comfort when your words are done My woes end likewise with the euening Sonne Duk. Well Siracusian say in briefe the cause Why thou departedst from thy natiue home And for what cause thou cam'st to Ephesus Mer. A heauier taske could not haue beene impos'd Then I to speake my griefes vnspeakeable Yet that the world may witnesse that my end Was wrought by nature not by vile offence I le vtter what my sorrow giues me leaue In Syracusa was I borne and wedde Vnto a woman happy but for me And by me had not our hap beene bad With her I liu'd in ioy our wealth increast By prosperous voyages I often made To Epidamium till my factors death And he great care of goods at randone left Drew me from kinde embracements of my spouse From whom my absence was not sixe moneths olde Before her selfe almost at fainting vnder The pleasing punishment that women beare Had made prouision for her following me And soone and safe arriued where I was There had she not beene long but she became A ioyfull mother of two goodly sonnes And which was strange the one so like the other As could not be distinguish'd but by names That very howre and in the selfe-same Inne A meane woman was deliuered Of such a burthen Male twins both alike Those for their parents were exceeding poore I bought and brought vp to attend my sonnes My wife not meanely prowd of two such boyes Made daily motions for our home returne Vnwilling I agreed alas too soone wee came aboord A league from Epidamium had we saild Before the alwaies winde-obeying deepe Gaue any Tragicke Instance of our harme But longer did we not retaine much hope For what obscured light the heauens did grant Did but conuay vnto our fearefull mindes A doubtfull warrant of immediate death Which though my selfe would gladly haue imbrac'd Yet the incessant weepings of my wife Weeping before for what she saw must come And pitteous playnings of the prettie babes That mourn'd for fashion ignorant what to feare Forst me to seeke delayes for them and me And this it was for other meanes was none The Sailors sought for safety by our boate And left the ship then sinking ripe to vs. My wife more carefull for the latter borne Had fastned him vnto a small spare Mast Such as sea-faring men prouide for stormes To him one of the other twins was bound Whil'st I had beene like heedfull of the other The children thus dispos'd my wife and I Fixing our eyes on whom our care was fixt Fastned our selues at eyther end the mast And floating straight obedient to the streame Was carried towards Corinth as we thought At length the sonne gazing vpon the earth Disperst those vapours that offended vs And by the benefit of his wished light The seas waxt calme and we discouered Two shippes from farre making amaine to vs Of Corinth that of Epidarus this But ere they came oh let me say no more Gather the sequell by that went before Duk. Nay forward old man doe not breake off so For we may pitty though not pardon thee Merch. Oh had the gods done so I had not now Worthily tearm'd them mercilesse to vs For ere the ships could meet by twice fiue leagues We were encountred by a mighty rocke Which being violently borne vp Our helpefull ship was splitted in the midst So that in this vniust diuorce of vs Fortune had left to both of vs alike What to delight in what to sorrow for Her part poore soule seeming as burdened With lesser waight but not with lesser woe Was carried with more speed before the winde And in our sight they three were taken vp By Fishermen of Corinth as we thought At length another ship had seiz'd on vs And knowing whom it was their hap to saue Gaue healthfull welcome to their ship-wrackt guests And would haue reft the Fishers of their prey Had not their backe beene very slow of saile And therefore homeward did they bend their course Thus haue you heard me seuer'd from my blisse That by misfortunes was my life prolong'd To tell sad stories of my owne mishaps Duke And for the sake of them thou sorrowest for Doe me the fauour to dilate at full What haue befalne of them and they till now Merch. My yongest boy and yet my eldest care At eighteene yeeres became inquisitiue After his brother and importun'd me That his attendant so his case was like Reft of his brother but retain'd his name Might beare him company in the quest of him Whom whil'st I laboured of a loue to see I hazarded the losse of whom I lou'd Fiue Sommers haue I spent in farthest Greece Roming cleane through the bounds of Asia And coasting homeward came to Ephesus Hopelesse to finde yet loth to leaue vnsought Or that or any place that harbours men But heere must end the story of my life And happy were I in my timelie death Could all my trauells warrant me they liue Duke Haplesse Egeon whom the fates haue markt To beare the extremitie of dire mishap Now trust me were it not against our Lawes Against my Crowne my oath my dignity Which Princes would they may not disanull My soule should sue as aduocate for thee But though thou art adiudged to the death And passed sentence may not be recal'd But to our honours great disparagement Yet will I fauour thee in what I can Therefore Marchant I le limit thee this day To seeke thy helpe by beneficiall helpe Try all the friends thou hast in Ephesus Beg thou or borrow to make vp the summe And liue if no then thou art doom'd to die Iaylor take him to thy custodie Iaylor I will my Lord. Merch. Hopelesse and helpelesse doth Egean wend But to procrastinate his liuelesse end Exeunt Enter Antipholis Erotes a Marchant and Dromio Mer. Therefore giue out you are of Epidamium Lest that your goods too soone be confiscate This very day a Syracusian Marchant Is apprehended for a riuall here And not being able to buy out his life According to the statute of the towne Dies ere the wearie sunne set in the West There is your monie that I had to keepe Ant. Goe beare it to the Centaure where we host And stay there Dromio till I come to thee Within this houre it will be dinner time Till that I le view the manners of the towne Peruse the traders gaze vpon the buildings And then returne and sleepe within mine Inne For with long trauaile I am stiffe and wearie Get thee away Dro. Many a man would take you at your word And goe indeede hauing so good a meane Exit Dromio Ant. A trustie villaine sir
approoued meanes I haue With wholsome sirrups drugges and holy prayers To make of him a formall man againe It is a branch and parcell of mine oath A charitable dutie of my order Therefore depart and leaue him heere with me Adr. I will not hence and leaue my husband heere And ill it doth beseeme your holinesse To separate the husband and the wife Ab. Be quiet and depart thou shalt not haue him Luc. Complaine vnto the Duke of this indignity Adr. Come go I will fall prostrate at his feete And neuer rise vntill my teares and prayers Haue won his grace to come in person hither And take perforce my husband from the Abbesse Mar. By this I thinke the Diall points at fiue Anon I' me sure the Duke himselfe in person Comes this way to the melancholly vale The place of depth and sorrie execution Behinde the ditches of the Abbey heere Gold Vpon what cause Mar. To see a reuerent Siracusian Merchant Who put vnluckily into this Bay Against the Lawes and Statutes of this Towne Beheaded publikely for his offence Gold See where they come we wil behold his death Luc. Kneele to the Duke before he passe the Abbey Enter the Duke of Ephesus and the Merchant of Siracuse bare head with the Headsman other Officers Duke Yet once againe proclaime it publikely If any friend will pay the summe for him He shall not die so much we tender him Adr. Iustice most sacred Duke against the Abbesse Duke She is a vertuous and a reuerend Lady It cannot be that she hath done thee wrong Adr. May it please your Grace Antipholus my husbaÌ„d Who I made Lord of me and all I had At your important Letters this ill day A most outragious fit of madnesse tooke him That desp'rately he hurried through the streete With him his bondman all as mad as he Doing displeasure to the Citizens By rushing in their houses bearing thence Rings Iewels any thing his rage did like Once did I get him bound and sent him home Whil'st to take order for the wrongs I went That heere and there his furie had committed Anon I wot not by what strong escape He broke from those that had the guard of him And with his mad attendant and himselfe Each one with irefull passion with drawne swords Met vs againe and madly bent on vs Chac'd vs away till raising of more aide We came againe to binde them then they fled Into this Abbey whether we pursu'd them And heere the Abbesse shuts the gates on vs And will not suffer vs to fetch him out Nor send him forth that we may beare him hence Therefore most gracious Duke with thy command Let him be brought forth and borne hence for helpe Duke Long since thy husband seru'd me in my wars And I to thee ingag'd a Princes word When thou didst make him Master of thy bed To do him all the grace and good I could Go some of you knocke at the Abbey gate And bid the Lady Abbesse come to me I will determine this before I stirre Enter a Messenger Oh Mistris Mistris shift and saue your selfe My Master and his man are both broke loose Beaten the Maids a-row and bound the Doctor Whose beard they haue sindg'd off with brands of fire And euer as it blaz'd they threw on him Great pailes of puddled myre to quench the haire My M r preaches patience to him and the while His man with Cizers nickes him like a foole And sure vnlesse you send some present helpe Betweene them they will kill the Coniurer Adr. Peace foole thy Master and his man are here And that is false thou dost report to vs. Mess Mistris vpon my life I tel you true I haue not breath'd almost since I did see it He cries for you and vowes if he can take you To scorch your face and to disfigure you Cry within Harke harke I heare him Mistris flie be gone Duke Come stand by me feare nothing guard with Halberds Adr. Ay me it is my husband witnesse you That he is borne about inuisible Euen now we hous'd him in the Abbey heere And now he 's there past thought of humane reason Enter Antipholus and E. Dromio of Ephesus E. Ant. Iustice most gracious Duke oh grant me iustice Euen for the seruice that long since I did thee When I beâ—rid thee in the warres and tooke Deepe scarres to saue thy life euen for the blood That then I lost for thee now grant me iustice Mar. Fat Vnlesse the feare of death doth make me dore I see my sonne Antipholus and Dromio E. Ant. Iustice sweet Prince against y t Woman there She whom thou gau'st to me to be my wife That hath abused and dishonored me Euen in the strength and height of iniurie Beyond imagination is the wrong That she this day hath shamelesse throwne on me Duke Discouer how and thou shalt finde me iust E. Ant. This day great Duke she shut the doores vpon me While she with Harlots feasted in my house Duke A greeuous fault say woman didst thou so Adr. No my good Lord. My selfe he and my sister To day did dine together so befall my soule As this is false he burthens me withall Luc. Nere may I looke on day nor sleepe on night But she tels to your Highnesse simple truth Gold O periur'd woman They are both forsworne In this the Madman iustly chargeth them E. Ant. My Liege I am aduised what I say Neither disturbed with the effect of Wine Nor headie-rash prouoak'd with raging ire Albeit my wrongs might make one wiser mad This woman lock'd me out this day from dinner That Goldsmith there were he not pack'd with her Could witnesse it for he was with me then Who parted with me to go fetch a Chaine Promising to bring it to the Porpentine Where Balthasar and I did dine together Our dinner done and he not comming thither I went to seeke him In the street I met him And in his companie that Gentleman There did this periur'd Goldsmith sweare me downe That I this day of him receiu'd the Chaine Which God he knowes I saw not For the which He did arrest me with an Officer I did obey and sent my Pesant home For certaine Duckets he with none return'd Then fairely I bespoke the Officer To go in person with me to my house By ' th ' way we met my wife her sister and a rabble more Of vilde Confederates Along with them They brought one Pinch a hungry leane-fac'd Villaine A meere Anatomie a Mountebanke A thred-bare Iugler and a Fortune-teller A needy-hollow-ey'd-sharpe-looking-wretch A liuing dead man This pernicious slaue Forsooth tooke on him as a Coniurer And gazing in mine eyes feeling my pulse And with no-face as 't were out-facing me Cries out I was possest Then altogether They fell vpon me bound me bore me thence And in a darke and dankish vault at home There left me and my man both bound together Till gnawing with my teeth my bonds in sunder
Care my coosin tells him in his eare that he is in my heart Clau. And so she doth coosin Beat. Good Lord for alliance thus goes euery one to the world but I and I am sun-burn'd I may sit in a corner and cry heigh ho for a husband Pedro. Lady Beatrice I will get you one Beat. I would rather haue one of your fathers getting hath your Grace ne're a brother like you your father got excellent husbands if a maid could come by them Prince Will you haue me Lady Beat. No my Lord vnlesse I might haue another for working-daies your Grace is too costly to weare euerie day but I beseech your Grace pardon mee I was borne to speake all mirth and no matter Prince Your silence most offends me and to be merry best becomes you for out of question you were born in a merry howre Beatr. No sure my Lord my Mother cried but then there was a starre daunst and vnder that was I borne cosins God giue you ioy Leonato Neece will you looke to those rhings I told you of Beat. I cry you mercy Vncle by your Graces pardon Exit Beatrice Prince By my troth a pleasant spirited Lady Leon. There 's little of the melancholy element in her my Lord she is neuer sad but when she sleepes and not euer sad then for I haue heard my daughter say she hath often dreamt of vnhappinesse and wakt her selfe with laughing Pedro. Shee cannot indure to heare tell of a husband Leonato O by no meanes she mocks all her wooers out of suite Prince She were an excellent wife for Benedick Leonato O Lord my Lord if they were but a weeke married they would talke themselues madde Prince Counte Claudio when meane you to goe to Church Clau. To morrow my Lord Time goes on crutches till Loue haue all his rites Leonata Not till monday my deare sonne which is hence a iust seuen night and a time too briefe too to haue all things answer minde Prince Come you shake the head at so long a breathing but I warrant thee Claudio the time shall not goe dully by vs I will in the interim vndertake one of Hercules labors which is to bring Signior Benedicke and the Lady Beatrice into a mountaine of affection th' one with th' other I would faine haue it a match and I doubt not but to fashion it if you three will but minister such assistance as I shall giue you direction Leonata My Lord I am for you though it cost mee ten nights watchings Claud. And I my Lord. Prin. And you to gentle Hero Hero I will doe any modest office my Lord to helpe my cosin to a good husband Prin. And Benedick is not the vnhopefullest husband that I know thus farre can I praise him hee is of a noble straine of approued valour and confirm'd honesty I will teach you how to humour your cosin that shee shall fall in loue with Benedicke and I with your two helpes will so practise on Benedicke that in despight of his quicke wit and his queasie stomacke hee shall fall in loue with Beatrice if wee can doe this Cupid is no longer an Archer his glory shall be ours for wee are the onely loue-gods goe in with me and I will tell you my drift Exit Enter Iohn and Borachio Ioh. It is so the Count Claudio shal marry the daughter of Leonato Bora. Yea my Lord but I can crosse it Iohn Any barre any crosse any impediment will be medicinable to me I am sicke in displeasure to him and whatsoeuer comes athwart his affection ranges euenly with mine how canst thou crosse this marriage Bor. Not honestly my Lord but so couertly that no dishonesty shall appeare in me Iohn Shew me breefely how Bor. I thinke I told your Lordship a yeere since how much I am in the fauour of Margaret the waiting gentlewoman to Hero Iohn I remember Bor. I can at any vnseasonable instant of the night appoint her to look out at her Ladies chamber window Iohn What life is in that to be the death of this marriage Bor. The poyson of that lies in you to temper goe you to the Prince your brother spare not to tell him that hee hath wronged his Honor in marrying the renowned Claudio whose estimation do you mightily hold vp to a contaminated stale such a one as Hero Iohn What proofe shall I make of that Bor. Proofe enough to misuse the Prince to vexe Claudio to vndoe Hero and kill Leonato looke you for any other issue Iohn Onely to despight them I will endeauour any thing Bor. Goe then finde me a meete howre to draw on Pedro and the Count Claudio alone tell them that you know that Hero loues me intend a kinde of zeale both to the Prince and Claudio as in a loue of your brothers honor who hath made this match and his friends reputation who is thus like to be cosen'd with the semblance of a maid that you haue discouer'd thus they will scarcely beleeue this without triall offer them instances which shall beare no lesse likelihood than to see mee at her chamber window heare me call Margaret Hero heare Margaret terme me Claudio and bring them to see this the very night before the intended wedding for in the meane time I will so fashion the matter that Hero shall be absent and there shall appeare such seeming truths of Heroes disloyaltie that iealousie shall be cal'd assurance and all the preparation ouerthrowne Iohn Grow this to what aduerse issue it can I will put it in practise be cunning in the working this and thy fee is a thousand ducates Bor. Be thou constant in the accusation and my cunning shall not shame me Iohn I will presentlie goe learne their day of marriage Exit Enter Benedicke alone Bene. Boy Boy Signior Bene. In my chamber window lies a booke bring it hither to me in the orchard Boy I am heere already sir Exit Bene. I know that but I would haue thee hence and heere againe I doe much wonder that one man seeing how much another man is a foole when he dedicates his behauiours to loue will after hee hath laught at such shallow follies in others become the argument of his owne scorne by falling in loue such a man is Claudio I haue known when there was no musicke with him but the drum and the fife and now had hee rather heare the taber and the pipe I haue knowne when he would haue walkt ten mile afoot to see a good armor and now will he lie ten nights awake caruing the fashion of a new dublet he was wont to speake plaine to the purpose like an honest man a souldier and now is he turn'd orthography his words are a very fantasticall banquet iust so many strange dishes may I be so conuerted see with these eyes I cannot tell I thinke not I will not bee sworne but loue may transforme me to an oyster but I le take my oath on it till he haue made
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
owne hand may strike his honour downe That violates the smallest branch heerein If you are arm'd to doe as sworne to do Subscribe to your deepe oathes and keepe it to Longauill I am resolu'd 't is but a three yeeres fast The minde shall banquet though the body pine Fat paunches haue leane pates and dainty bits Make rich the ribs but bankerout the wits Dumane My louing Lord Dumane is mortified The grosser manner of these worlds delights He throwes vpon the grosse worlds baser slaues To loue to wealth to pompe I pine and die With all these liuing in Philosophie Berowne I can but say their protestation ouer So much deare Liege I haue already sworne That is to liue and study heere three yeeres But there are other strict obseruances As not to see a woman in that terme Which I hope well is not enrolled there And one day in a weeke to touch no foode And but one meale on euery day beside The which I hope is not enrolled there And then to sleepe but three houres in the night And not be seene to winke of all the day When I was wont to thinke no harme all night And make a darke night too of halfe the day Which I hope well is not enrolled there O these are barren taskes too hard to keepe Not to see Ladies study fast not sleepe Ferd. Your oath is past to passe away from these Berow Let me say no my Liedge and if you please I onely swore to study with your grace And stay heere in your Court for three yeeres space Longa. You swore to that Berowne and to the rest Berow By yea and nay sir than I swore in iest What is the end of study let me know Fer. Why that to know which else wee should not know Ber. Things hid bard you meane frō cōmon sense Ferd. I that is studies god-like recompence Bero. Come on then I will sweare to studie so To know the thing I am forbid to know As thus to study where I well may dine When I to fast expressely am forbid Or studie where to meet some Mistresse fine When Mistresses from common sense are hid Or hauing sworne too hard a keeping oath Studie to breake it and not breake my troth If studies gaine be thus and this be so Studie knowes that which yet it doth not know Sweare me to this and I will nere say no. Ferd. These be the stops that hinder studie quite And traine our intellects to vaine delight Ber. Why all delights are vaine and that most vaine Which with paine purchas'd doth inherit paine As painefully to poare vpon a Booke To seeke the light of truth while truth the while Doth falsely blinde the eye-sight of his looke Light seeeking light doth light of light beguile So ere you finde where light in darkenesse lies Your light growes darke by losing of your eyes Studie me how to please the eye indeede By fixing it vpon a fairer eye Who dazling so that eye shall be his heed And giue him light that it was blinded by Studie is like the heauens glorious Sunne That will not be deepe search'd with sawcy lookes Small haue continuall plodders euer wonne Saue base authoritie from others Bookes These earthly Godfathers of heauens lights That giue a name to euery fixed Starre Haue no more profit of their shining nights Then those that walke and wot not what they are Too much to know is to know nought but fame And euery Godfather can giue a name Fer. How well hee 's read to reason against reading Dum. Proceeded well to stop all good proceeding Lon. Hee weedes the corne and still le ts grow the weeding Ber. The Spring is neare when greene geesse are a breeding Dum. How followes that Ber. Fit in his place and time Dum. In reason nothing Ber. Something then in rime Ferd. Berowne is like an enuious sneaping Frost That bites the first borne infants of the Spring Ber. Wel say I am why should proud Summer boast Before the Birds haue any cause to sing Why should I ioy in any abortiue birth At Christmas I no more desire a Rose Then wish a Snow in Mayes new fangled showes But like of each thing that in season growes So you to studie now it is too late That were to clymbe ore the house to vnlocke the gate Fer. Well fit you out go home Berowne adue Ber. No my good Lord I haue sworn to stay with you And though I haue for barbarisme spoke more Then for that Angell knowledge you can say Yet confident I le keepe what I haue sworne And bide the pennance of each three yeares day Giue me the paper let me reade the same And to the strictest decrees I le write my name Fer. How well this yeelding rescues thee from shame Ber. Item That no woman shall come within a mile of my Court. Hath this bin proclaimed Lon. Foure dayes agoe Ber. Let 's see the penaltie On paine of loosing her tongue Who deuis'd this penaltie Lon. Marry that did I. Ber. Sweete Lord and why Lon. To fright them hence with that dread penaltie A dangerous law against gentilitie Item If any man be seene to talke with a woman within the tearme of three yeares hee shall indure such publique shame as the rest of the Court shall possibly deuise Ber. This Article my Liedge your selfe must breake For well you know here comes is Embassie The French Kings daughter with your selfe to speake A Maide of grace and compleate maiestie About surrender vp of Aquitaine To her decrepit sicke and bed-rid Father Therefore this Article is made in vaine Or vainly comes th' admired Princesse hither Fer. What say you Lords Why this was quite forgot Ber. So Studie euermore is ouershot While it doth study to haue what it would It doth forget to doe the thing it should And when it hath the thing it hunteth most 'T is won as townes with fire so won so lost Fer. We must of force dispence with this Decree She must lye here on meere necessitie Ber. Necessity will make vs all forsworne Three thousand times within this three yeeres space For euery man with his affects is borne Not by might mastred but by speciall grace If I breake faith this word shall breake for me I am forsworne on meere necessitie So to the Lawes at large I write my name And he that breakes them in the least degree Stands in attainder of eternall shame Suggestions are to others as to me But I beleeue although I seeme so loth I am the last that will last keepe his oth But is there no quicke recreation granted Fer. I that there is our Court you know is hanted With a refined trauailer of Spaine A man in all the worlds new fashion planted That hath a mint of phrases in his braine One who the musicke of his owne vaine tongue Doth rauish like inchanting harmonie A man of complements whom right and wrong Haue chose as vmpire of their mutinie This childe of
not thy complement I forgiue thy duetie adue Maid Good Costard go with me Sir God saue your life Cost Haue with thee my girle Exit Hol. Sir you haue done this in the feare of God very religiously and as a certaine Father saith Ped. Sir tell not me of the Father I do feare colourable colours But to returne to the Verses Did they please you sir Nathaniel Nath. Marueilous well for the pen. Peda. I do dine to day at the fathers of a certaine Pupill of mine where if being repast it shall please you to gratifie the table with a Grace I will on my priuiledge I haue with the parents of the foresaid Childe or Pupill vndertake your bien vonuto where I will proue those Verses to be very vnlearned neither sauouring of Poetrie Wit nor Inuention I beseech your Societie Nat. And thanke you to for societie saith the text is the happinesse of life Peda. And certes the text most infallibly concludes it Sir I do inuite you too you shall not say me nay pauca verba Away the gentles are at their game and we will to our recreation Exeunt Enter Berowne with a Paper in his hand alone Bero. The King he is hunting the Deare I am coursing my selfe They haue pitcht a Toyle I am toyling in a pytch pitch that defiles defile a foule word Well set thee downe sorrow for so they say the foole said and so say I and I the foole Well proued wit By the Lord this Loue is as mad as Aiax it kils sheepe it kils mee I a sheepe Well proued againe a my side I will not loue if I do hang me yfaith I will not O but her eye by this light but for her eye I would not loue her yes for her two eyes Well I doe nothing in the world but lye and lye in my throate By heauen I doe loue and it hath taught mee to Rime and to be mallicholie and here is part of my Rime and heere my mallicholie Well she hath one a' my Sonnets already the Clowne bore it the Foole sent it and the Lady hath it sweet Clowne sweeter Foole sweetest Lady By the world I would not care a pin if the other three were in Here comes one with a paper God giue him grace to grone He stands aside The King entreth Kin. Ay mee Ber. Shot by heauen proceede sweet Cupid thou hast thumpt him with thy Birdbolt vnder the left pap in faith secrets King So sweete a kisse the golden Sunne giues not To those fresh morning drops vpon the Rose As thy eye beames when their fresh rayse haue smot The night of dew that on my cheekes downe flowes Nor shines the siluer Moone one halfe so bright Through the transparent bosome of the deepe As doth thy face through teares of mine giue light Thou shin'st in euery teare that I doe weepe No drop but as a Coach doth carry thee So ridest thou triumphing in my woe Do but behold the teares that swell in me And they thy glory through my griefe will show But doe not loue thy selfe then thou wilt keepe My teares for glasses and still make me weepe O Queene of Queenes how farre dost thou excell No thought can thinke nor tongue of mortall tell How shall she know my griefes I le drop the paper Sweet leaues shade folly Who is he comes heere Enter Longauile The King steps aside What Longauill and reading listen eare Ber. Now in thy likenesse one more foole appeare Long. Ay me I am forsworne Ber. Why he comes in like a periure wearing papers Long. In loue I hope sweet fellowship in shame Ber. One drunkard loues another of the name Lon. Am I the first y t haue been periur'd so Ber. I could put thee in comfort not by two that I know Thou makest the triumphery the corner cap of societie The shape of Loues Tiburne that hangs vp simplicitie Lon. I feare these stubborn lines lack power to moue O sweet Maria Empresse of my Loue These numbers will I teare and write in prose Ber. O Rimes are gards on wanton Cupids hose Disfigure not his Shop Lon. This same shall goe He reades the Sonnet Did not the heauenly Rhetoricke of thine eye ' Gainst whom the world cannot hold argument Perswade my heart to this false periurie Vowes for thee broke deserue not punishment A woman I forswore but I will proue Thou being a Goddesse I forswore not thee My Vow was earthly thou a heauenly Loue. Thy grace being gain'd cures all disgrace in me Vowes are but breath and breath a vapour is Then thou faire Sun which on my earth doest shine Exhalest this vapor-vow in thee it is If broken then it is no fault of mine If by me broke What foole is not so wise To loose an oath to win a Paradise Ber. This is the liuer veine which makes flesh a deity A greene Goose a Coddesse pure pure Idolatry God amend vs God amend we are much out o' th' way Enter Dumaine Lon. By whom shall I send this company Stay Bero. All hid all hid an old infant play Like a demie God here sit I in the skie And wretched fooles secrets heedfully ore-eye More Sacks to the myll O heauens I haue my wish Dumaine transform'd foure Woodcocks in a dish Dum. O most diuine Kate. Bero. O most prophane coxcombe Dum. By heauen the wonder of a mortall eye Bero. By earth she is not corporall there you lye Dum. Her Amber haires for foule hath amber coted Ber. An Amber coloured Rauen was well noted Dum. As vpright as the Cedar Ber. Stoope I say her shoulder is with-child Dum. As faire as day Ber. I as some daies but then no sunne must shine Dum. O that I had my wish Lon. And I had mine Kin. And mine too good Lord. Ber. Amen so I had mine Is not that a good word Dum. I would forget her but a Feuer she Raignes in my bloud and will remembred be Ber. A Feuer in your bloud why then incision Would let her out in Sawcers sweet misprision Dum. Once more I le read the Ode that I haue writ Ber. Once more I le marke how Loue can varry Wit Dumane reades his Sonnet On a day alack the day Loue whose Month is euery May Spied a blossome passing faire Playing in the wanton ayre Through the Veluet leaues the winde All vnseene can passage finde That the Louer sicke to death Wish himselfe the heauens breath Ayre quoth he thy cheekes may blowe Ayre would I might triumph so But alacke my hand is sworne Nere to plucke thee from thy throne Vow alacke for youth vnmeete Youth so apt to plucke a sweet Doe not call it sinne in me That I am forsworne for thee Thou for whom loue would sweare Iuno but an Aethiop were And denie himselfe for Ioue Turning mortall for thy Loue. This will I send and something else more plaine That shall expresse my true-loues fasting paine O would the King Berowne and Longauill Were Louers too ill
Forme Monsieur the nice That when he plaies at Tables chides the Dice In honorable tearmes Nay he can sing A meane most meanly and in Vshering Mend him who can the Ladies call him sweete The staires as he treads on them kisse his feete This is the flower that smiles on euerie one To shew his teeth as white as Whales bone And consciences that wil not die in debt Pay him the dutie of honie-tongued Boyet King A blister on his sweet tongue with my hart That put Armathoes Page out of his part Enter the Ladies Ber. See where it comes Behauiour what wer 't thou Till this madman shew'd thee And what art thou now King All haile sweet Madame and faire time of day Qu. Faire in all Haile is foule as I conceiue King Construe my speeches better if you may Qu. Then wish me better I wil giue you leaue King We came to visit you and purpose now To leade you to our Court vouchsafe it then Qu. This field shal hold me and so hold your vow Nor God nor I delights in periur'd men King Rebuke me not for that which you prouoke The vertue of your eie must breake my oth Q. You nickname vertue vice you should haue spoke For vertues office neuer breakes men troth Now by my maiden honor yet as pure As the vnsallied Lilly I protest A world of torments though I should endure I would not yeeld to be your houses guest So much I hate a breaking cause to be Of heauenly oaths vow'd with integritie Kin. O you haue liu'd in desolation heere Vnseene vnuisited much to our shame Qu. Not so my Lord it is not so I sweare We haue had pastimes heere and pleasant game A messe of Russians left vs but of late Kin. How Madam Russians Qu. I in truth my Lord. Trim gallants full of Courtship and of state Rosa Madam speake true It is not so my Lord My Ladie to the manner of the daies In curtesie giues vndeseruing praise We foure indeed confronted were with foure In Russia habit Heere they stayed an houre And talk'd apace and in that houre my Lord They did not blesse vs with one happy word I dare not call them fooles but this I thinke When they are thirstie fooles would faine haue drinke Ber. This iest is drie to me Gentle sweete Your wits makes wise things foolish when we greete With eies best seeing heauens fierie eie By light we loose light your capacitie Is of that nature that to your huge stoore Wise things seeme foolish and rich things but poore Ros This proues you wise and rich for in my eie Ber. I am a foole and full of pouertie Ros But that you take what doth to you belong It were a fault to snatch words from my tongue Ber. O I am yours and all that I possesse Ros All the foole mine Ber. I cannot giue you lesse Ros Which of the Vizards what it that you wore Ber. Where when What Vizard Why demand you this Ros There then that vizard that superfluous case That hid the worse and shew'd the better face Kin. We are discried They 'l mocke vs now downeright Du. Let vs confesse and turne it to a iest Que. Amaz'd my Lord Why lookes your Highnes sadde Rosa Helpe hold his browes hee 'l sound why looke you pale Sea-sicke I thinke comming from Muscouie Ber. Thus poure the stars down plagues for periury Can any face of brasse hold longer out Heere stand I Ladie dart thy skill at me Bruise me with scorne confound me with a flout Thrust thy sharpe wit quite through my ignorance Cut me to peeces with thy keene conceit And I will wish thee neuer more to dance Nor neuer more in Russian habit waite O! neuer will I trust to speeches pen'd Nor to the motion of a Schoole-boies tongue Nor neuer come in vizard to my friend Nor woo in rime like a blind-harpers songue Taffata phrases silken tearmes precise Three-pil'd Hyperboles spruce affection Figures pedanticall these summer flies Haue blowne me full of maggot ostentation I do forsweare them and I heere protest By this white Gloue how white the hand God knows Henceforth my woing minde shall be exprest In russet yeas and honest kersie noes And to begin Wench so God helpe me law My loue to thee is sound sans cracke or flaw Rosa Sans sans I pray you Ber. Yet I haue a tricke Of the old rage beare with me I am sicke I le leaue it by degrees soft let vs see Write Lord haue mercie on vs on those three They are infected in their hearts it lies They haue the plague and caught it of your eyes These Lords are visited you are not free For the Lords tokens on you do I see Qu. No they are free that gaue these tokens to vs. Ber. Our states are forfeit seeke not to vndo vs. Ros It is not so for how can this be true That you stand forfeit being those that sue Ber. Peace for I will not haue to do with you Ros Nor shall not if I do as I intend Ber. Speake for your selues my wit is at an end King Teach vs sweete Madame for our rude transgression some faire excuse Qu. The fairest is confession Were you not heere but euen now disguis'd Kin. Madam I was Qu. And were you well aduis'd Kin. I was faire Madam Qu. When you then were heere What did you whisper in your Ladies eare King That more then all the world I did respect her Qu. When shee shall challenge this you will reiect her King Vpon mine Honor no. Qu. Peace peace forbeare your oath once broke you force not to forsweare King Despise me when I breake this oath of mine Qu. I will and therefore keepe it Rosaline What did the Russian whisper in your eare Ros Madam he swore that he did hold me deare As precious eye-sight and did value me Aboue this World adding thereto moreouer That he vvould Wed me or else die my Louer Qu. God giue thee ioy of him the Noble Lord Most honorably doth vphold his word King What meane you Madame By my life my troth I neuer swore this Ladie such an oth Ros By heauen you did and to confirme it plaine you gaue me this But take it sir againe King My faith and this the Princesse I did giue I knew her by this Iewell on her sleeue Qu. Pardon me sir this Iewell did she weare And Lord Berowne I thanke him is my deare What Will you haue me or your Pearle againe Ber. Neither of either I remit both twaine I see the tricke on 't Heere was a consent Knowing aforehand of our merriment To dash it like a Christmas Comedie Some carry-tale some please-man some slight Zanie Some mumble-newes some trencher-knight som Dick That smiles his cheeke in yeares and knowes the trick To make my Lady laugh when she 's dispos'd Told our intents before which once disclos'd The Ladies did change Fauours and then we Following the signes woo'd but the
each A cry more tuneable Was neuer hallowed to nor cheer'd with horne In Creete in Sparta nor in Thessaly Iudge when you heare But soft what nimphs are these Egeus My Lord this is my daughter heere asleepe And this Lysander this Demetrius is This Helena olde Nedars Helena I wonder of this being heere together The. No doubt they rose vp early to obserue The right of May and hearing our intent Came heere in grace of our solemnity But speake Egeus is not this the day That Hermia should giue answer of her choice Egeus It is my Lord. Thes Goe bid the hunts-men wake them with their hornes Hornes and they wake Shout within they all start vp Thes Good morrow friends Saint Valentine is past Begin these wood birds but to couple now Lys Pardon my Lord. Thes I pray you all stand vp I know you two are Riuall enemies How comes this gentle concord in the world That hatred is is so farre from iealousie To sleepe by hate and feare no enmity Lys My Lord I shall reply amazedly Halfe sleepe halfe waking But as yet I sweare I cannot truly say how I came heere But as I thinke for truly would I speake And now I doe bethinke me so it is I came with Hermia hither Our intent Was to be gone from Athens where we might be Without the perill of the Athenian Law Ege Enough enough my Lord you haue enough I beg the Law the Law vpon his head They would haue stolne away they would Demetrius Thereby to haue defeated you and me You of your wife and me of my consent Of my consent that she should be your wife Dem. My Lord faire Helen told me of their stealth Of this their purpose hither to this wood And I in furie hither followed them Faire Helena in fancy followed me But my good Lord I wot not by what power But by some power it is my l◠To Hermia melted as the snow Seems to me now as the remembrance of an idle gaude Which in my childehood I did doat vpon And all the faith the vertue of my heart The obiect and the pleasure of mine eye Is onely Helena To her my Lord Was I betroth'd ere I see Hermia But like a sickenesse did I loath this food But as in health come to my naturall taste Now doe I wish it loue it long for it And will for euermore be true to it Thes Faire Louers you are fortunately met Of this discourse we shall heare more anon Egeus I will ouer-beare your will For in the Temple by and by with vs These couples shall eternally be knit And for the morning now is something worne Our purpos'd hunting shall be set aside Away with vs to Athens three and three Wee 'll hold a feast in great solemnitie Come Hippolitae Exit Duke and Lords Dem. These things seeme small vndistinguishable Like farre off mountaines turned into Clouds Her Me-thinks I see these things with parted eye When euery things seemes double Hel. So me-thinkes And I haue found Demetrius like a iewell Mine owne and not mine owne Dem. It seemes to mee That yet we sleepe we dreame Do not you thinke The Duke was heere and bid vs follow him Her Yea and my Father Hel. And Hippolitae Lys And he bid vs follow to the Temple Dem. Why then we are awake le ts follow him and by the way let vs recount our dreames Bottome wakes Exit Louers Clo. When my cue comes call me and I will answer My next is most faire Piramus Hey ho. Peter Quince Flute the bellowes-mender Snout the tinker Starueling Gods my life Stolne hence and left me asleepe I haue had a most rare vision I had a dreame past the wit of man to say what dreame it was Man is but an Asse if he goe about to expound this dreame Me-thought I was there is no man can tell what Me-thought I was and me-thought I had But man is but a patch'd foole if he will offer to say what me-thought I had The eye of man hath not heard the eare of man hath not seen mans hand is not able to taste his tongue to conceiue nor his heart to report what my dreame was I will get Peter Quince to write a ballet of this dreame it shall be called Bottomes Dreame because it hath no bottome and I will sing it in the latter end of a play before the Duke Peradventure to make it the more gracious I shall sing it at her death Exit Enter Quince Flute Thisbie Snout and Starueling Quin. Haue you sent to Bottomes house Is he come home yet Staru He cannot be heard of Out of doubt hee i◠transported This If he come not then the play is mar'd It goes not forward doth it Quin. It is not possible you haue not a man in all Athens able to discharge Piramus but he This No hee hath simply the best wit of any handy-craft man in Athens Quin. Yea and the best person too and hee is a very Paramour for a sweet voyce This You must say Paragon A Paramour is God blesse vs a thing of nought Enter Snug the Ioyner Snug Masters the Duke is comming from the Temple and there is two or three Lords Ladies more married If our sport had gone forward we had all bin made men This O sweet bully Bottome thus hath he lost sixepence a day during his life he could not haue scaped sixpence a day And the Duke had not giuen him sixpence a day for playing Piramus I le be hang'd He would haue deserued it Sixpence a day in Piramus or nothing Enter Bottome Bot. Where are these Lads Where are these hearts Quin. Bottome ô most couragious day O most happie houre Bot. Masters I am to discourse wonders but ask me not what For if I tell you I am no true Athenian I will tell you euery thing as it fell out Qu. Let vs heare sweet Bottome Bot. Not a word of me all that I will tell you is that the Duke hath dined Get your apparell together good strings to your beards new ribbands to your pumps meete presently at the Palace euery man looke ore his part for the short and the long is our play is preferred In any case let Thisby haue cleane linnen and let not him that playes the Lion paire his nailes for they shall hang out for the Lions clawes And most deare Actors eate no Onions nor Garlicke for wee are to vtter sweete breath and I doe not doubt but to heare them say it is a sweet Comedy No more words away go away Exeunt Actus Quintus Enter Theseus Hippolita Egeus and his Lords Hip. 'T is strange my Theseus y t these louers speake of The. More strange then true I neuer may beleeue These anticke fables nor these Fairy toyes Louers and mad men haue such seething braines Such shaping phantasies that apprehend more Then coole reason euer comprehends The Lunaticke the Louer and the Poet Are of imagination all compact One sees more diuels
chaffe and ruine of the times To be new varnisht Well but to my choise Who chooseth me shall get as much as he deserues I will assume desert giue me a key for this And instantly vnlocke my fortunes here Por. Too long a pause for that which you finde there Ar. What 's here the portrait of a blinking idiot Presenting me a scedule I will reade it How much vnlike art thou to Portia How much vnlike my hopes and my deseruings Who chooseth me shall haue as much as he deserues Did I deserue no more then a fooles head Is that my prize are my deserts no better Por. To offend and iudge are distinct offices And of opposed natures Ar. What is here The fier seauen times tried this Seauen times tried that iudement is That did neuer choose amis Some there be that shadowes kisse Such haue but a shadowes blisse There be fooles aliue Iwis Siluer'd o're and so was this Take what wife you will to bed I will euer be your head So be gone you are sped Ar. Still more foole I shall appeare By the time I linger here With one fooles head I came to woo But I goe away with two Sweet adue I le keepe my oath Patiently to beare my wroath Por. Thus hath the candle sing'd the moath O these deliberate fooles when they doe choose They haue the wisdome by their wit to loose Ner. The ancient saying is no heresie Hanging and wiuing goes by destinie Por. Come draw the curtaine Nerrissa Enter Messenger Mes Where is my Lady Por. Here what would my Lord Mes Madam there is a-lighted at your gate A yong Venetian one that comes before To signifie th' approaching of his Lord From whom he bringeth sensible regreets To wit besides commends and curteous breath Gifts of rich value yet I haue not seene So likely an Embassador of loue A day in Aprill neuer came so sweete To show how costly Sommer was at hand As this fore-spurrer comes before his Lord. Por. No more I pray thee I am halfe a-feard Thou wilt say anone he is some kin to thee Thou spend'st such high-high-day wit in praising him Come come Nerryssa for I long to see Quicke Cupids Post that comes so mannerly Ner. Bassanio Lord loue if thy will it be Exeunt Actus Tertius Enter Solanio and Salarino Sol. Now what newes on the Ryalto Sal. Why yet it liues there vncheckt that Anthonio hath a ship of rich lading wrackt on the narrow Seas the Goodwins I thinke they call the place a very dangerous flat and fatall where the carcasses of many a tall ship lye buried as they say if my gossips report be an honest woman of her word Sol. I would she were as lying a gossip in that as euer knapt Ginger or made her neighbours beleeue she wept for the death of a third husband but it is true without any slips of prolixity or crossing the plaine high-way of talke that the good Anthonio the honest Anthonio ô that I had a title good enough to keepe his name company Sal. Come the full stop Sol. Ha what sayest thou why the end is he hath lost a ship Sal. I would it might proue the end of his losses Sol. Let me say Amen betimes least the diuell crosse my praier for here he comes in the iikenes of a Iew. How now Shylocke what newes among the Merchants Enter Shylocke Shy You knew none so well none so well as you of my daughters flight Sal. That 's certaine I for my part knew the Tailor that made the wings she flew withall Sol. And Shylocke for his own part knew the bird was fledg'd and then it is the complexion of them al to leaue the dam. Shy She is damn'd for it Sal. That 's certaine if the diuell may be her Iudge Shy My owne flesh and blood to rebell Sol. Out vpon it old carrion rebels it at these yeeres Shy I say my daughter is my flesh and bloud Sal. There is more difference betweene thy flesh and hers then betweene Iet and Iuorie more betweene your bloods then there is betweene red wine and rennish but tell vs doe you heare whether Anthonio haue had anie losse at sea or no Shy There I haue another bad match a bankrout a prodigall who dare scarce shew his head on the Ryalto a begger that was vsd to come so smug vpon the Mart let him look to his bond he was wont to call me Vsurer let him looke to his bond he was wont to lend money for a Christian curtsie let him looke to his bond Sal. Why I am sure if he forfaite thou wilt not take his flesh what 's that good for Shy To baite fish withall if it will feede nothing else it will feede my reuenge he hath disgrac'd me and hindred me halfe a million laught at my losses mockt at my gaines scorned my Nation thwarted my bargaines cooled my friends heated mine enemies and what 's the reason I am a Iewe Hath not a Iew eyes hath not a Iew hands organs dementions sences affections passions fed with the same foode hurt with the same weapons subiect to the same diseases healed by the same meanes warmed and cooled by the same Winter and Sommmer as a Christian is if you pricke vs doe we not bleede if you tickle vs doe we not laugh if you poison vs doe we not die and if you wrong vs shall we not reuenge if we are like you in the rest we will resemble you in that If a Iew wrong a Christian what is his humility reuenge If a Christian wrong a Iew what should his sufferance be by Christian example why reuenge The villanie you teach me I will execute and it shall goe hard but I will better the instruction Enter a man from Anthonio Gentlemen my maister Anthonio is at his house and desires to speake with you both Sal. We haue beene vp and downe to seeke him Enter Tuball Sol. Here comes another of the Tribe a third cannot be matcht vnlesse the diuell himselfe turne Iew. Exeunt Gentlemen Shy How now Tuball what newes from Genowa hast thou found my daughter Tub. I often came where I did heare ofster but cannot finde her Shy Why there there there there a diamond gone cost me two thousand ducats in Franckford the curse neuer fell vpon our Nation till now I neuer felt it till now two thousand ducats in that and other precious precious iewels I would my daughter were dead at my foot and the iewels in her care would she were hearst at my foote and the duckets in her coffin no newes of them why so and I know not how much is spent in the search why thou losse vpon losse the theefe gone with so much and so much to finde the theefe and no satisfaction no reuenge nor no ill luck stirring but what lights a my shoulders no sighes but a my breathing no teares but a my shedding Tub. Yes other men haue ill lucke too Anthonio as I heard in Genowa
choose to haue A weight of carrion flesh then to receiue Three thousand Ducats I le not answer that But say it is my humor Is it answered What if my house be troubled with a Rat And I be pleas'd to giue ten thousand Ducates To haue it bain'd What are you answer'd yet Some men there are loue not a gaping Pigge Some that are mad if they behold a Cat And others when the bag-pipe sings i' th nose Cannot containe their Vrine for affection Masters of passion swayes it to the moode Of what it likes or loaths now for your answer As there is no firme reason to be rendred Why he cannot abide a gaping Pigge Why he a harmlesse necessarie Cat Why he a woollen bag-pipe but of force Must yeeld to such ineuitable shame As to offend himselfe being offended So can I giue no reason nor I will not More then a lodg'd hate and a certaine loathing I beare Anthonio that I follow thus A loosing suite against him Are you answered Bass This is no answer thou vnfeeling man To excuse the currant of thy cruelty Iew. I am not bound to please thee with my answer Bass Do all men kil the things they do not loue Iew. Hates any man the thing he would not kill Bass Euerie offence is not a hate at first Iew. What wouldst thou haue a Serpent sting thee twice Ant. I pray you thinke you question with the Iew You may as well go stand vpon the beach And bid the maine flood baite his vsuall height Or euen as well vse question with the Wolfe The Ewe bleate for the Lambe You may as well forbid the Mountaine Pines To wagge their high tops and to make no noise When they are fretted with the gusts of heauen You may as well do any thing most hard As seeke to soften that then which what harder His Iewish heart Therefore I do beseech you Make no more offers vse no farther meanes But with all briefe and plaine conueniencie Let me haue iudgement and the Iew his will Bas For thy three thousand Ducates heereis six Iew. If euerie Ducat in sixe thousand Ducates Were in sixe parts and euery part a Ducate I would not draw them I would haue my bond Du. How shalt thou hope for mercie rendring none Iew. What iudgement shall I dread doing no wrong You haue among you many a purchast slaue Which like your Asses and your Dogs and Mules You vse in abiect and in slauish parts Because you bought them Shall I say to you Let them be free marrie them to your heires Why sweate they vnder burthens Let their beds Be made as soft as yours and let their pallats Be season'd with such Viands you will answer The slaues are ours So do I answer you The pound of flesh which I demand of him Is deerely bought 't is mine and I will haue it If you deny me fie vpon your Law There is no force in the decrees of Venice I stand for iudgement answer Shall I haue it Du. Vpon my power I may dismisse this Court Vnlesse Bellario a learned Doctor Whom I haue sent for to determine this Come heere to day Sal. My Lord heere stayes without A Messenger with Letters from the Doctor New come from Padua Du. Bring vs the Letters Call the Messengers Bass Good cheere Anthonio What man corage yet The Iew shall haue my flesh blood bones and all Ere thou shalt loose for me one drop of blood Ant. I am a tainted Weather of the flocke Meetest for death the weakest kinde of fruite Drops earliest to the ground and so let me You cannot better be employ'd Bassanio Then to liue still and write mine Epitaph Enter Nerrissa Du. Came you from Padua from Bellario Ner. From both My Lord Bellario greets your Grace Bas Why dost thou whet thy knife so earnestly Iew. To cut the forfeiture from that bankrout there Gra. Not on thy soale but on thy soule harsh Iew Thou mak'st thy knife keene but no mettall can No not the hangmans Axe beare halfe the keennesse Of thy sharpe enuy Can no prayers pierce thee Iew. No none that thou hast wit enough to make Gra. O be thou damn'd inexecrable dogge And for thy life let iustice be accus'd Thou almost mak'st me wauer in my faith To hold opinion with Pythagoras That soules of Animals infuse themselues Into the trunkes of men Thy currish spirit Gouern'd a Wolfe who hang'd for humane slaughter Euen from the gallowes did his fell soule fleet And whil'st thou layest in thy vnhallowed dam Infus'd it selfe in thee For thy desires Are Woluish bloody steru'd and rauenous Iew. Till thou canst raile the seale from off my bond Thou but offend'st thy Lungs to speake so loud Repaire thy wit good youth or it will fall To endlesse ruine I stand heere for Law Du. This Letter from Bellario doth commend A yong and Learned Doctor in our Court Where is he Ner. He attendeth heere hard by To know your answer whether you 'l admit him Du. With all my heart Some three or four of you Go giue him curteous conduct to this place Meane time the Court shall heare Bellarioes Letter YOur Grace shall vnderstand that at the receive of your Letter I am very sicke but in the instant that your messenger came in louing visitation was with me a young Doctor of Rome his name is Balthasâ—n I acquained him with the cause in Controuersie betweene the Iew and Anthonio the Merchant We turn'd ore many Bookes together hee is furnished with my opinion which 〈◊〉 â—ed with his owne learning the greatnesse whereof I cannot enough command comes with him at my importunity to fill vp your Graces request in my sted I beseech you let his lacke of years be no impediment to let him lacke a reuerend estimation for I neuer knewe so yong a body with so old a head I leaue him to your gracious acceptance whose trial shall better publish his commendation Enter Portia for Balthazar Duke You heare the learn'd Bellario what he writes And heere I take it is the Doctor come Giue me your hand Came you from old Bellario Por. I did my Lord. Du. You are welcome take your place Are you acquainted with the difference That holds this present question in the Court. Por. I am enformed throughly of the cause Which is the Merchant heere and which the Iew Du. Anthonio and old Shylocke both stand forth Por. Is your name Shylocke Iew. Shylocke is my name Por. Of a strange nature is the sute you follow Yet in such rule that the Venetian Law Cannot impugne you as you do proceed You stand within his danger do you not Ant. I so he sayes Por. Do you confesse the bond Ant. I do Por. Then must the Iew be mercifull Iew. On what compulsion must I Tell me that Por. The quality of mercy is not strain'd It droppeth as the gentle raine from heauen Vpon the place beneath It is twice blest It blesseth him that giues and him that
Where Cressed lay that night Ies In such a night Did Thisbie fearefully ore-trip the dewe And saw the Lyons shadow ere himselfe And ranne dismayed away Loren. In such a night Stood Dido with a Willow in her hand Vpon the wilde sea bankes and waft her Loue To come againe to Carthage Ies In such a night Medea gathered the inchanted hearbs That did renew old Eson Loren. In such a night Did Iessica steale from the wealthy Iewe And with an Vnthrift Loue did runne from Venice As farre as Belmont Ies In such a night Did young Lorenzo sweare he lou'd her well Stealing her soule with many vowes of faith And nere a true one Loren. In such a night Did pretty Iessica like a little shrow Slander her Loue and he forgaue it her Iessi I would out-night you did no body come But harke I heare the footing of a man Enter Messenger Lor. Who comes so fast in silence of the night Mes A friend Loren. A friend what friend your name I pray you friend Mes Stephano is my name and I bring word My Mistresse will before the breake of day Be heere at Belmont she doth stray about By holy crosses where she kneeles and prayes For happy wedlocke houres Loren. Who comes with her Mes None but a holy Hermit and her maid I pray you it my Master yet rnturn'd Loren. He is not nor we haue not heard from him But goe we in I pray thee Iessica And ceremoniously let vs vs prepare Some welcome for the Mistresse of the house Enter Clowne Clo. Sola sola wo ha ho sola sola Loren. Who calls Clo. Sola did you see M. Lorenzo M. Lorenzo sola sola Lor. Leaue hollowing man heere Clo. Sola where where Lor. Heere Clo Tel him ther 's a Post come from my Master with his horne full of good newes my Master will be here ere morning sweet soule Loren. Let 's in and there expect their comming And yet no matter why should we goe in My friend Stephen signifie pray you Within the house your Mistresse is at hand And bring your musique foorth into the ayre How sweet the moone-light sleepes vpon this banke Heere will we sit and let the sounds of musicke Creepe in our eares soft stilnes and the night Become the tutches of sweet harmonie Sit Iessica looke how the floore of heauen Is thicke inlayed with pattens of bright gold There 's not the smallest or be which thou beholdst But in his motion like an Angell sings Still quiring to the young eyed Cherubins Such harmonie is in immortall soules But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grosly close in it we cannot heare it Come hoe and wake Diana with a hymne With sweetest tutches pearce your Mistresse eare And draw her home with musicke Iessi I am neuer merry when I heare sweet musique Play musicke Lor. The reason is your spirits are attentiue For doe but note a wilde and wanton heard Or race of youthful and vnhandled colts Fetching mad bounds bellowing and neighing loud Which is the hot condition of their bloud If they but heare perchance a trumpet sound Or any ayre of musicke touch their eares You shall perceiue them make a mutuall stand Their sauage eyes turn'd to a modest gaze By the sweet power of musicke therefore the Poet Did faine that Orpheus drew trees stones and floods Since naught so stockish hard and full of rage But musicke for time doth change his nature The man that hath no musicke in himselfe Nor is not moued with concord of sweet sounds Is fit for treasons stratagems and spoyles The motions of his spirit are dull as night And his affections darke as Erobus Let no such man be trusted marke the musicke Enter Portia and Nerrissa Por. That light we see is burning in my hall How farre that little candell throwes his beames So shines a good deed in a naughty world Ner. When the moone shone we did not see the candle Por. So doth the greater glory dim the lesse A substitute shines brightly as a King Vntill a King be by and then his state Empties it selfe as doth an inland brooke Into the maine of waters musique harke Musicke Ner. It is your musicke Madame of the house Por. Nothing is good I see without respect Methinkes it sounds much sweeter then by day Ner. Silence bestowes that vertue on it Madam Por. The Crow doth sing as sweetly as the Larke When neither is attended and I thinke The Nightingale if she should sing by day When euery Goose is cackling would be thought No better a Musitian then the Wren How many things by season season'd are To their right praise and true perfection Peace how the Moone sleepes with Endimion And would not be awak'd Musicke ceases Lor. That is the voice Or I am much deceiu'd of Portia Por. He knowes me as the blinde man knowes the Cuckow by the bad voice Lor. Deere Lady welcome home Por. We haue bene praying for our husbands welfare Which speed we hope the better for our words Are they return'd Lor. Madam they are not yet But there is come a Messenger before To signifie their comming Por. Go in Nerrissa Giue order to my seruants that they take No note at all of our being absent hence Nor you Lorenzo Iessica nor you A Tucket sounds Lor. Your husband is at hand I heare his Trumpet We are no tell-tales Madam feare you not Por. This night methinkes is but the daylight sicke It lookes a little paler 't is a day Such as the day is when the Sun is hid Enter Bassanio Anthonio Gratiano and their Followers Bas We should hold day with the Antipodes If you would walke in absence of the sunne Por. Let me giue light but let me not be light For a light wife doth make a heauie husband And neuer be Bassanio so for me But God sort all you are welcome home my Lord. Bass I thanke you Madam giue welcom to my friend This is the man this is Anthonio To whom I am so infinitely bound Por. You should in all sence be much bound to him For as I heare he was much bound for you Anth. No more then I am wel acquitted of Por. Sir you are verie welcome to our house It must appear in other waies then words Therefore I scant this breathing curtesie Gra. By yonder Moone I sweare you do me wrong In faith I gaue it to the Iudges Clearke Would he were gelt that had it for my part Since you do take it Loue so much at hart Por. A quarrel hoe alreadie what 's the matter Gra. About a hoope of Gold a paltry Ring That she did giue me whose Poesie was For all the world like Cutlers Poetry Vpon a knife Loue mee and leaue mee not Ner. What talke you of the Poesie or the valew You swore to me when I did giue it you That you would weare it til the houre of death And that it should lye with you in your graue Though not for me yet for
safest way To hide vs from pursuite that will be made After my flight now goe in we content To libertie and not to banishment Exeunt Actus Secundus Scoena Prima Enter Duke Senior Amyens and two or three Lords like Forresters Duk. Sen. Now my Coe-mates and brothers in exile Hath not old custome made this life more sweete Then that of painted pompe Are not these woods More free from perill then the enuious Court Heere feele we not the penaltie of Adam The seasons difference as the I cie phange And churlish chiding of the winters winde Which when it bites and blowes vpon my body Euen till I shrinke with cold I smile and say This is no flattery these are counsellors That feelingly perswade me what I am Sweet are the vses of aduersitie Which like the toad ougly and venemous Weares yet a precious Iewell in his head And this our life exempt from publike haunt Findes tongues in trees bookes in the running brookes Sermons in stones and good in euery thing Amien I would not change it happy is your Grace That can translate the stubbornnesse of fortune Into so quiet and so sweet a stile Du. Sen. Come shall we goe and kill vs venison And yet it irkes me the poore dapled fooles Being natiue Burgers of this desert City Should in their owne confines with forked heads Haue their round banches goard 1. Lord. Indeed my Lord The melancholy Iaques grieues at that And in that kinde sweares you doe more vsurpe Then doth your brother that hath banish'd you To day my Lord of Amiens and my selfe Did steale behinde him as he lay along Vnder an oake whose anticke roote peepes out Vpon the brooke that brawles along this wood To the which place a poore sequestred Stag That from the Hunters aime had tane a hurt Did come to languish and indeed my Lord The wretched annimall heau'd forth such groanes That their discharge did stretch his leatherne coat Almost to bursting and the big round teares Cours'd one another downe his innocent nose In pitteous chase and thus the hairie foole Much marked of the melancholie Iaques Stood on th' extremest verge of the swift brooke Augmenting it with teares Du. Sen. But what said Iaques Did he not moralize this spectacle 1. Lord. O yes into a thousand similies First for his weeping into the needlesse streame Poore Deere quoth he thou mak'st a testament As worldlings doe giuing thy sum of more To that which had too must then being there alone Left and abandoned of his veluet friend 'T is right quoth he thus miserie doth part The Fluxe of companie anon a carelesse Heard Full of the pasture iumps along by him And neuer staiâ— to greet him I quoth Iaques Sweepe on you fat and greazie Citizens 'T is iust the fashion wherefore doe you looke Vpon that poore and broken bankrupt there Thus most inuectiuely he pierceth through The body of Countrie Citie Court Yea and of this our life swearing that we Are meere vsurpers tyrants and what 's worse To fright the Annimals and to kill them vp In their assign'd and natiue dwelling place D. Sen. And did you leaue him in this contemplation 2. Lord. We did my Lord weeping and commenting Vpon the sobbing Deere Du. Sen. Show me the place I loue to cope him in these sullen fits For then he 's full of matter 1. Lor. I le bring you to him strait Exeunt Scena Secunda Enter Duke with Lords Duk. Can it be possible that no man saw them It cannot be some villaines of my Court Are of consent and sufferance in this 1. Lo. I cannot heare of any that did see her The Ladies her attendants of her chamber Saw her a bed and in the morning early They found the bed vntreasur'd of their Mistris 2. Lor. My Lord the roynish Clown at whom so oft Your Grace was wont to laugh is also missing Hisperia the Princesse Gentlewoman Confesses that she secretly ore-heard Your daughter and her Cosen much commend The parts and graces of the Wrastler That did but lately foile the synowie Charles And she beleeues where euer they are gone That youth is surely in their companie Duk. Send to his brother fetch that gallant hither If he be absent bring his Brother to me I le make him finde him do this sodainly And let not search and inquisition quaile To bring againe these foolish runawaies Exunt Scena Tertia Enter Orlando and Adam Orl. Who 's there Ad. What my yong Master oh my gentle master Oh my sweet master O you memorie Of old Sir Rowland why what make you here Why are you vertuous Why do people loue you And wherefore are you gentle strong and valiant Why would you be so fond to ouercome The bonnie priser of the humorous Duke Your praise is come too swiftly home before you Know you not Master to seeme kinde of men Their graces serue them but as enemies No more doe yours your vertues gentle Master Are sanctified and holy traitors to you Oh what a world is this when what is comely Enuenoms him that beares it Why what 's the matter Ad. O vnhappie youth Come not within these doores within this roofe The enemie of all your graces liues Your brother no no brother yet the sonne Yet not the son I will not call him son Of him I was about to call his Father Hath heard your praises and this night he meanes To burne the lodging where you vse to lye And you within it if he faile of that He will haue other meanes to cut you off I ouerheard him and his practises This is no place this house is but a butcherie Abhorre it feare it doe not enter it Ad. Why whether Adam would'st thou haue me go Ad. No matter whether so you come not here Orl. What would'st thou haue me go beg my food Or with a base and boistrous Sword enforce A theeuish liuing on the common rode This I must do or know not what to do Yet this I will not do do how I can I rather will subiect me to the malice Of a diuerted blood and bloudie brother Ad. But do not so I haue fiue hundred Crownes The thriftie hire I saued vnder your Father Which I did store to be my foster Nurse When seruice should in my old limbs lie lame And vnregarded age in corners throwne Take that and he that doth the Rauens feede Yea prouidently caters for the Sparrow Be comfort to my age here is the gold All this I giue you let me be your seruant Though I looke old yet I am strong and lustie For in my youth I neuer did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my bloud Nor did not with vnbashfull forehead woe The meanes of weaknesse and debilitie Therefore my age is as a lustie winter Frostie but kindely let me goe with you I le doe the seruice of a yonger man In all your businesse and necessities Orl. Oh good old man how well in thee appeares The constant seruice
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
honest ayde Thou keptst a wife her selfe thy selfe a Maide Of that and all the progresse more and lesse Resolduedly more leasure shall expresse All yet seemes well and if it end so meete The bitter past more welcome is the sweet Flourish THe Kings a Begger now the Play is done All is well ended if this suite be wonne That you expresse Content which we will pay With strift to please you day exceeding day Ours be your patience then and yours our parts Your gentle hands lends vs and take our hearts Exeunt omn. FINIS Twelfe Night Or what you will Actus Primus Scaena Prima Enter Orsino Duke of Illyria Curio and other Lords Duke IF Musicke be the food of Loue play on Giue me excesse of it that surfetting The appetite may sicken and so dye That straine agen it had a dying fall O it came ore my eare like the sweet sound That breathes vpon a banke of Violets Stealing and giuing Odour Enough no more 'T is not so sweet now as it was before O spirit of Loue how quicke and fresh art thou That notwithstanding thy capacitie Receiueth as the Sea Nought enters there Of what validity and pitch so ere But falles into abatement and low price Euen in a minute so full of shapes is fancie That it alone is high fantasticall Cu. Will you go hunt my Lord Du. What Curio Cu. The Hart. Du. Why so I do the Noblest that I haue O when mine eyes did see Oliuia first Me thought she purg'd the ayre of pestilence That instant was I turn'd into a Hart And my desires like fell and cruell hounds Ere since pursue me How now what newes from her Enter Valentine Val. So please my Lord I might not be admitted But from her handmaid do returne this answer The Element it selfe till seuen yeares heate Shall not behold her face at ample view But like a Cloystresse she will vailed walke And water once a day her Chamber round With eye-offending brine all this to season A brothers dead loue which she would keepe fresh And lasting in her sad remembrance Du. O she that hath a heart of that fine frame To pay this debt of loue but to a brother How will she loue when the rich golden shaft Hath kill'd the flocke of all affections else That liue in her When Liuer Braine and Heart These soueraigne thrones are all supply'd and fill'd Her sweete perfections with one selfe king Away before me to sweet beds of Flowres Loue-thoughts lye rich when canopy'd with bowres Exeunt Scena Secunda Enter Viola a Captaine and Saylors Vio. What Country Friends is this Cap. This is Illyria Ladie Vio. And what should I do in Illyria My brother he is in Elizium Perchance he is not drown'd What thinke you saylors Cap. It is perchance that you your selfe were saued Vio. O my poore brother and so perchance may he be Cap. True Madam and to comfort you with chance Assure your selfe after our ship did split When you and those poore number saued with you Hung on our driuing boate I saw your brother Most prouident in perill binde himselfe Courage and hope both teaching him the practise To a strong Maste that liu'd vpon the sea Where like Orion on the Dolphines backe I saw him hold acquaintance with the waues So long as I could see Vio For saying so there 's Gold Mine owne escape vnfoldeth to my hope Whereto thy speech serues for authoritie The like of him Know'st thou this Countrey Cap. I Madam well for I was bred and borne Not three houres trauaile from this very place Vio. Who gouernes heere Cap. A noble Duke in nature as in name Vio. What is his name Cap. Orsino Vio. Orsino I haue heard my father name him He was a Batchellor then Cap. And so is now or was so very late For but a month ago I went from hence And then 't was fresh in murmure as you know What great ones do the lesse will prattle of That he did seeke the loue of faire Oliuia Vio. What 's shee Cap. A vertuous maid the daughter of a Count That dide some tweluemonth since then leauing her In the protection of his sonne her brother Who shortly also dide for whose deere loue They say she hath abiur'd the sight And company of men Vio. O that I seru'd that Lady And might not be deliuered to the world Till I had made mine owne occasion mellow What my estate is Cap That were hard to compasse Because she will admit no kinde of suite No not the Dukes Vio. There is a faire behauiour in thee Captaine And though that nature with a beauteous wall Doth oft close in pollution yet of thee I will beleeue thou hast a minde that suites With this thy faire and outward charracter I prethee and I le pay thee bounteously Conceale me what I am and be my ayde For such disguise as haply shall become The forme of my intent I le serue this Duke Thou shalt present me as an Eunuch to him It may be worth thy paines for I can sing And speake to him in many sorts of Musicke That will allow me very worth his seruice What else may hap to time I will commit Onely shape thou thy silence to my wit Cap. Be you his Eunuch and your Mute I le bee When my tongue blabs then let mine eyes not see Vio I thanke thee Lead me on Exeunt Scaena Tertia Enter Sir Toby and Maria. Sir To. What a plague meanes my Neece to take the death of her brother thus I am sure care 's an enemie to life Mar. By my troth sir Toby you must come in earlyer a nights your Cosin my Lady takes great exceptions to your ill houres To. Why let her except before excepted Ma. I but you must confine your selfe within the modest limits of order To. Confine I le confine my selfe no finer then I am these cloathes are good enough to drinke in and so bee these boots too and they be not let them hang themselues in their owne straps Ma. That quaffing and drinking will vndoe you I heard my Lady talke of it yesterday and of a foolish knight that you brought in one night here to be hir woer To. Who Sir Andrew Ague-cheeke Ma. I he To. He 's as tall a man as any 's in Illyria Ma. What 's that to th' purpose To. Why he ha's three thousand ducates a yeare Ma. I but hee 'l haue but a yeare in all these ducates He 's a very foole and a prodigall To. Fie that you 'l say so he playes o' th Viol-de-gaâ—-boys and speaks three or four languages word for word without booke hath all the good gifts of nature Ma. He hath indeed almost naturall for besides that he 's a foole he 's a great quarreller and but that hee hath the gift of a Coward to allay the gust he hath in quarrelling 't is thought among the prudent he would quickely haue the gift of a graue Tob. By this hand they
basenesse of thy feare That makes thee strangle thy propriety Feare not Cesario take thy fortunes vp Be that thou know'st thou art and then thou art As great as that thou fear'st Enter Priest O welcome Father Father I charge thee by thy reuerence Heere to vnfold though lately we intended To keepe in darkenesse what occasion now Reueales before 't is ripe what thou dost know Hath newly past betweene this youth and me Priest A Contract of eternall bond of loue Confirm'd by mutuall ioynder of your hands Attested by the holy close of lippes Strengthned by enterchangement of your rings And all the Ceremonie of this compact Seal'd in my function by my testimony Since when my watch hath told me toward my graue I haue trauail'd but two houres Du. O thou dissembling Cub what wilt thou be When time hath sow'd a grizzle on thy case Or will not else thy craft so quickely grow That thine owne trip shall be thine ouerthrow Farewell and take her but direct thy feete Where thou and I henceforth may neuer meet Vio. My Lord I do protest Ol. O do not sweare Hold little faith though thou hast too much feare Enter Sir Andrew And. For the loue of God a Surgeon send one presently to sir Toby Ol. What 's the matter And. H 'as broke my head a-crosse and has giuen Sir Toby a bloody Coxcombe too for the loue of God your helpe I had rather then forty pound I were at home Ol. Who has done this sir Andrew And. The Counts Gentleman one Cesario we tooke him for a Coward but hee 's the verie diuell incardinate Du. My Gentleman Cesario And. Odd's lifelings heere he is you broke my head for nothing and that that I did I was set on to do 't by sir Toby Vio. Why do you speake to me I neuer hurt you you drew your sword vpon me without cause But I bespake you faire and hurt you not Enter Toby and Clowne And. If a bloody coxcombe be a hurt you haue hurt me I thinke you set nothing by a bloody Coxecombe Heere comes sir Toby halting you shall heare more but if he had not beene in drinke hee would haue tickel'd you other gates then he did Du. How now Gentleman how i st with you To. That 's all one has hurt me and there 's th' end on 't Sot didst see Dicke Surgeon sot Clo. O he 's drunke sir Toby an houre agone his eyes were set at eight i' th morning To. Then he 's a Rogue and a passy measures panyn I hate a drunken rogue Ol. Away with him Who hath made this hauocke with them And. I le helpe you sir Toby because we 'll be drest together To. Will you helpe an Asse-head and a coxcombe a knaue a thin fac'd knaue a gull Ol. Get him to bed and let his hurt be look'd too Enter Sebastian Seb. I am sorry Madam I haue hurt your kinsman But had it beene the brother of my blood I must haue done no lesse with wit and safety You throw a strange regard vpon me and by that I do perceiue it hath offended you Pardon me sweet one euen for the vowes We made each other but so late ago Du. One face one voice one habit and two persons A naturall Perspectiue that is and is not Seb. Anthonio O my deere Anthonio How haue the houres rack'd and tortur'd me Since I haue lost thee Ant. Sebastian are you Seb. Fear'st thou that Anthonio Ant. How haue you made diuision of your selfe An apple cleft in two is not more twin Then these two creatures Which is Sebastian Ol. Most wonderfull Seb. Do I stand there I neuer had a brother Nor can there be that Deity in my nature Of heere and euery where I had a sister Whom the blinde waues and surges haue deuour'd Of charity what kinne are you to me What Countreyman What name What Parentage Vio Of Messaline Sebastian was my Father Such a Sebastian was my brother too So went he suited to his watery tombe If spirits can assume both forme and suite You come to fright vs. Seb. A spirit I am indeed But am in that dimension grossely clad Which from the wombe I did participate Were you a woman aâ— the rest goes euen I should my teares let fall vpon your cheeke And say thrice welcome drowned Viola Vio. My father had a moale vpon his brow Seb. And so had mine Vio. And dide that day when Viola from her birth Had numbred thirteene yeares Seb. O that record is liuely in my soule He finished indeed his mortall acte That day that made my sister thirteene yeares Vio. If nothing lets to make vs happie both But this my masculine vsurp'd attyre Do not embrace me till each circumstance Of place time fortune do co-here and iumpe That I am Viola which to confirme I le bring you to a Captaine in this Towne Where lye my maiden weeds by whose gentle helpe I was preseru'd to serue this Noble Count All the occurrence of my fortune since Hath beene betweene this Lady and this Lord. Seb. So comes it Lady you haue beene mistooke But Nature to her bias drew in that You would haue bin contracted to a Maid Nor are you therein by my life deceiu'd You are betroth'd both to a maid and man Du. Be not amaz'd right noble is his blood If this be so as yet the glasse seemes true I shall haue share in this most happy wracke Boy thou hast saide to me a thousand times Thou neuer should'st loue woman like to me Vio. And all those sayings will I ouer sweare And all those swearings keepe as true in soule As doth that Orbed Continent the fire That seuers day ftom night Du. Giue me thy hand And let me see thee in thy womans weedes Vio The Captaine that did bring me first on shore Hath my Maides garments he vpon some Action Is now in durance at Maluolio's suite A Gentleman and follower of my Ladies Ol. He shall inlarge him fetch Maluolio hither And yet alas now I remember me They say poore Gentleman he 's much distract Enter Clowne with a Letter and Fabian A most extracting frensie of mine owne From my remembrance clearly banisht his How does he sirrah Cl. Truely Madam he holds Belzebub at the staues end as well as a man in his case may do has heere writ a letter to you I should haue giuen 't you to day morning But as a madmans Epistles are no Gospels so it skilles not much when they are deliuer'd Ol. Open 't and read it Clo. Looke then to be well edified when the Foole deliuers the Madman By the Lord Madam Ol. How now art thou mad Clo. No Madam I do but reade madnesse and your Ladyship will haue it as it ought to bee you must allow Vox Ol. Prethee reade i' thy right wits Clo. So I do Madona but to reade his right wits is to reade thus therefore perpend my Princesse and giue eare Ol. Read it you sirrah Fab. Reads By
to liue on Crutches till he had one Exeunt Scoena Secunda Enter Leontes Hermione Mamillius Polixenes Camillo Pol. Nine Changes of the Watry-Starre hath been The Shepheards Note since we haue left our Throne Without a Burthen Time as long againe Would be fill'd vp my Brother with our Thanks And yet we should for perpetuitie Goe hence in debt And therefore like a Cypher Yet standing in rich place I multiply With one we thanke you many thousands moe That goe before it Leo. Stay your Thanks a while And pay them when you part Pol. Sir that 's to morrow I am question'd by my feares of what may chance Or breed vpon our absence that may blow No sneaping Winds at home to make vs say This is put forth too truly besides I haue stay'd To tyre your Royaltie Leo. We are tougher Brother Then you can put vs to 't Pol. No longer stay Leo. One Seue'night longer Pol. Very sooth to morrow Leo. Wee 'le part the time betweene's then and in that I le no gaine-saying Pol. Presse me not ' beseech you so There is no Tongue that moues none none i' th' World So soone as yours could win me so it should now Were there necessitie in your request although 'T were needfull I deny'd it My Affaires Doe euen drag me home-ward which to hinder Were in your Loue a Whip to me my stay To you a Charge and Trouble to saue both Farewell our Brother Leo. Tongue-ty'd our Queene speake you Her I had thought Sir to haue held my peace vntill You had drawne Oathes from him not to stay you Sir Charge him too coldly Tell him you are sure All in Bohemia's well this satisfaction The by-gone-day proclaym'd say this to him He 's beat from his best ward Leo. Well said Hermione Her To tell he longs to see his Sonne were strong But let him say so then and let him goe But let him sweare so and he shall not stay Wee 'l thwack him hence with Distaffes Yet of your Royall presence I le aduenture The borrow of a Weeke When at Bohemia You take my Lord I le giue him my Commission To let him there a Moneth behind the Gest Prefix'd for 's parting yet good-deed Leontes I loue thee not a Iarre o' th' Clock behind What Lady she her Lord. You 'le stay Pol. No Madame Her Nay but you will Pol. I may not verely Her Verely You put me off with limber Vowes but I Though you would seek t' vnsphere the Stars with Oaths Should yet say Sir no going Verely You shall not goe a Ladyes Verely ' is As potent as a Lords Will you goe yet Force me to keepe you as a Prisoner Not like a Guest so you shall pay your Fees When you depart and saue your Thanks How say you My Prisoner or my Guest by your dread Verely One of them you shall be Pol. Your Guest then Madame To be your Prisoner should import offending Which is for me lesse easie to commit Then you to punish Her Not your Gaoler then But your kind Hostesse Come I le question you Of my Lords Tricks and yours when you were Boyes You were pretty Lordings then Pol. We were faire Queene Two Lads that thought there was no more behind But such a day to morrow as to day And to be Boy eternall Her Was not my Lord The verver Wag o' th' two Pol. We were as twyn'd Lambs that did frisk i' th' Sun And bleat the one at th' other what we chang'd Was Innocence for Innocence we knew not The Doctrine of ill-doing nor dream'd That any did Had we pursu'd that life And our weake Spirits ne're been higher rear'd With stronger blood we should haue answer'd Heauen Boldly not guilty the Imposition clear'd Hereditarie ours Her By this we gather You haue tript since Pol. O my most sacred Lady Temptations haue since then been borne to 's for In those vnfledg'd dayes was my Wife a Girle Your precious selfe had then not cross'd the eyes Of my young Play fellow Her Grace to boot Of this make no conclusion least you say Your Queene and I are Deuils yet goe on Th' offences we haue made you doe wee 'le answere If you first sinn'd with vs and that with vs You did continue fault and that you slipt not With any but with vs. Leo. Is he woon yet Her Hee 'le stay my Lord. Leo. At my request he would not Hermione my dearest thou neuer spoak'st To better purpose Her Neuer Leo. Neuer but once Her What haue I twice said well when was 't before I prethee tell me cram's with prayse and make's As fat as tame things One good deed dying tonguelesse Slaughters a thousand wayting vpon that Our prayses are our Wages You may ride's With one soft Kisse a thousand Furlongs ere With Spur we heat an Acre But to th' Goale My last good deed was to entreat his stay What was my first it ha's an elder Sister Or I mistake you O would her Name were Grace But once before I spoke to th' purpose when Nay let me haue 't I long Leo. Why that was when Three crabbed Moneths had sowr'd themselues to death Ere I could make thee open thy white Hand A clap thy selfe my Loue then didst thou vtter I am yours for euer Her 'T is Grace indeed Why lo-you now I haue spoke to th' purpose twice The one for euer earn'd a Royall Husband Th' other for some while a Friend Leo. Too hot too hot To mingle friendship farre is mingling bloods I haue Tremor Cordis on me my heart daunces But not for ioy not ioy This Entertainment May a free face put on deriue a Libertie From Heartinesse from Bountie fertile Bosome And well become the Agent 't may I graunt But to be padling Palmes and pinching Fingers As now they are and making practis'd Smiles As in a Looking-Glasse and then to sigh as 't were The Mort o' th' Deere oh that is entertainment My Bosome likes not nor my Browes Mamillius Art thou my Boy Mam. I my good Lord. Leo. I' fecks Why that 's my Bawcock what has 't smutch'd thy Nose They say it is a Coppy out of mine Come Captaine We must be neat not neat but cleanly Captaine And yet the Steere the Heycfer and the Calfe Are all call'd Neat. Still Virginalling Vpon his Palme How now you wanton Calfe Art thou my Calfe Mam. Yes if you will my Lord. Leo. Thou want'st a rough pash the shoots that I haue To be full like me yet they say we are Almost as like as Egges Women say so That will say any thing But were they false As o're-dy'd Blacks as Wind as Waters false As Dice are to be wish'd by one that fixes No borne 'twixt his and mine yet were it true To say this Boy were like me Come Sir Page Looke on me with your Welkin eye sweet Villaine Most dear'st my Collop Can thy Dam may 't be Affection thy Intention stabs the Center Thou do'st make possible things
not so held Communicat'st with Dreames how can this be With what 's vnreall thou coactiue art And fellow'st nothing Then 't is very credent Thou may'st co-ioyne with something and thou do'st And that beyond Commission and I find it And that to the infection of my Braines And hardning of my Browes Pol. What meanes Sicilia Her He something seemes vnsetled Pol. How my Lord Leo. What cheere how is' t with you best Brother Her You look as if you held a Brow of much distraction Are you mou'd my Lord Leo. No in good earnest How sometimes Nature will betray it's folly It 's tendernesse and make it selfe a Pastime To harder bosomes Looking on the Lynes Of my Boyes face me thoughts I did requoyle Twentie three yeeres and saw my selfe vn-breech'd In my greene Veluet Coat my Dagger muzzelâ—d Least it should bite it's Master and so proue As Ornaments oft do's too dangerous How like me thought I then was to this Kernell This Squash this Gentleman Mine honest Friend Will you take Egges for Money Mam. No my Lord I le fight Leo. You will why happy man be 's dole My Brother Are you so fond of your young Prince as we Doe seeme to be of ours Pol. If at home Sir He 's all my Exercise my Mirth my Matter Now my sworne Friend and then mine Enemy My Parasite my Souldier States-man all He makes a Iulyes day short as December And with his varying child-nesse cures in me Thoughts that would thick my blood Leo. So stands this Squire Offic'd with me We two will walke my Lord And leaue you to your grauer steps Hermione How thou lou'st vs shew in our Brothers welcome Let what is deare in Sicily be cheape Next to thy selfe and my young Rouer he 's Apparant to my heart Her If you would seeke vs We are yours i' th' Garden shall 's attend you there Leo. To your owne bents dispose you you 'le be found Be you beneath the Sky I am angling now Though you perceiue me not how I giue Lyne Goe too goe too How she holds vp the Neb the Byll to him And armes her with the boldnesse of a Wife To her allowing Husband Gone already Ynch-thick knee-deepe ore head and eares a fork'd one Goe play Boy play thy Mother playes and I Play too but so disgrac'd a part whose issue Will hisse me to my Graue Contempt and Clamor Will be my Knell Goe play Boy play there haue been Or I am much deceiu'd Cuckolds ere now And many a man there is euen at this present Now while I speake this holds his Wife by th' Arme That little thinkes she ha's been sluyc'd in 's absence And his Pond fish'd by his next Neighbor by Sir Smile his Neighbor nay there 's comfort in 't Whiles other men haue Gates and those Gates open'd As mine against their will Should all despaire That haue reuolted Wiues the tenth of Mankind Would hang themselues Physick for 't there 's none It is a bawdy Planet that will strike Where 't is predominant and 't is powrefull thinke it From East West North and South be it concluded No Barricodo for a Belly Know 't It will let in and out the Enemy With bag and baggage many thousand on 's Haue the Disease and feele't not How now Boy Mam. I am like you say Leo. Why that 's some comfort What Camillo there Cam. I my good Lord. Leo. Goe play Mamillius thou' rt an honest man Camillo this great Sir will yet stay longer Cam. You had much adoe to make his Anchor hold When you cast out it still came home Leo. Didst note it Cam. He would not stay at your Petitions made His Businesse more materiall Leo. Didst perceiue it They 're here with me already whisp'ring rounding Sicilia is a so-forth 't is farre gone When I shall gust it last How cam't Camillo That he did stay Cam. At the good Queenes entreatie Leo. At the Queenes be 't Good should be pertinent But so it is it is not Was this taken By any vnderstanding Pate but thine For thy Conceit is soaking will draw in More then the common Blocks Not noted is' t But of the finer Natures by some Seueralls Of Head-peece extraordinarie Lower Messes Perchance are to this Businesse purblind say Cam. Businesse my Lord I thinke most vnderstand Bohemia stayes here longer Leo. Ha Cam. Stayes here longer Leo. I but why Cam. To satisfie your Highnesse and the Entreaties Of our most gracious Mistresse Leo. Satisfie Th' entreaties of your Mistresse Satisfie Let that suffice I haue trusted thee Camillo With all the neerest things to my heart as well My Chamber-Councels wherein Priest-like thou Hast cleans'd my Bosome I from thee departed Thy Penitent reform'd but we haue been Deceiu'd in thy Integritie deceiu'd In that which seemes so Cam. Be it forbid my Lord. Leo. To bide vpon 't thou art not honest or If thou inclin'st that way thou art a Coward Which hoxes honestie behind restrayning From Course requir'd or else thou must be counted A Seruant grafted in my serious Trust And therein negligent or else a Foole That seest a Game play'd home the rich Stake drawne And tak'st it all for ieast Cam. My gracious Lord I may be negligent foolish and fearefull In euery one of these no man is free But that his negligence his folly feare Among the infinite doings of the World Sometime puts forth in your affaires my Lord. If euer I were wilfull-negligent It was my folly if industriously I play'd the Foole it was my negligence Not weighing well the end if euer fearefull To doe a thing where I the issue doubted Whereof the execution did cry out Against the non-performance 't was a feare Which oft infects the wisest these my Lord Are such allow'd Infirmities that honestie Is neuer free of But beseech your Grace Be plainer with me let me know my Trespas By it's owne visage if I then deny it 'T is none of mine Leo. Ha' not you seene Camillo But that 's past doubt you haue or your eye-glasse Is thicker then a Cuckolds Horne or heard For to a Vision so apparant Rumor Cannot be mute or thought for Cogitation Resides not in that man that do's not thinke My Wife is slipperie If thou wilt confesse Or else be impudently negatiue To haue nor Eyes nor Eares nor Thought then say My Wife 's a Holy-Horse deserues a Name As ranke as any Flax-Wench that puts to Before her troth-plight say 't and iustify't Cam. I would not be a stander-by to heare My Soueraigne Mistresse clouded so without My present vengeance taken ' shrew my heart You neuer spoke what did become you lesse Then this which to reiterate were sin As deepe as that though true Leo. Is whispering nothing Is leaning Cheeke to Cheeke is meating Noses Kissing with in-side Lip stopping the Caâ—iere Of Laughter with a sigh a Note infallible Of breaking Honestie horsing foot on foot Skulking in corners wishing Clocks more swift Houres Minutes Noone Mid-night and
all Eyes Blind with the Pin and Web but theirs theirs onely That would vnseene be wicked Is this nothing Why then the World and all that 's in 't is nothing The couering Skie is nothing Bohemia nothing My Wife is nothing nor Nothing haue these Nothings If this be nothing Cam. Good my Lord be cur'd Of this diseas'd Opinion and betimes For 't is most dangerous Leo. Say it be 't is true Cam. No no my Lord. Leo. It is you lye you lye I say thou lyest Camillo and I hate thee Pronounce thee a grosse Lowt a mindlesse Slaue Or else a houering Temporizer that Canst with thine eyes at once see good and euill Inclining to them both were my Wiues Liuer Infected as her life she would not liue The running of one Glasse Cam. Who do's infect her Leo. Why he that weares her like her Medull hanging About his neck Bohemia who if I Had Seruants true about me that bare eyes To see alike mine Honor as their Profits Their owne particular Thrifts they would doe that Which should vndoe more doing I and thou His Cup-bearer whom I from meaner forme Haue Bench'd and rear'd to Worship who may'st see Plainely as Heauen sees Earth and Earth sees Heauen How I am gall'd might'st be-spice a Cup To giue mine Enemy a lasting Winke Which Draught to me were cordiall Cam. Sir my Lord I could doe this and that with no rash Potion But with a lingring Dram that should not worke Maliciously like Poyson But I cannot Beleeue this Crack to be in my dread Mistresse So soueraignely being Honorable I haue lou'd thee Leo Make that thy question and goe rot Do'st thinke I am so muddy so vnsetled To appoint my selfe in this vexation Suâ—ly the puritie and whitenesse of my Sheetes Which to preserue is Sleepe which being spotted Is Goâ—es Thornes Nettles Tayles of Waspes Giue scandall to the blood o' th' Prince my Sonne Who I doe thinke is mine and Ioue as mine Without ripe mouing to 't Would I doe this Could man so blench Cam. I must beleeue you Sir I doe and will fetch off Bohemia for 't Prouided that when hee 's remou'd your Highnesse Will take againe your Queene as yours at first Euen for your Sonnes sake and thereby for sealing The Iniurie of Tongues in Courts and Kingdomes Knowne and ally'd to yours Leo. Thou do'st aduise me Euen so as I mine owne course haue set downe I le giue no blemish to her Honor none Cam. My Lord Goe then and with a countenance as cleare As Friendship weares at Feasts keepe with Bohemia And with your Queene I am his Cup-bearer If from me he haue wholesome Beueridge Account me not your Seruant Leo. This is all Do 't and thou hast the one halfe of my heart Do 't not thou splitt'st thine owne Cam. I le do 't my Lord. Leo. I wil seeme friendly as thou hast aduis'd me Exit Cam. O miserable Lady But for me What case stand I in I must be the poysoner Of good Polixenes and my ground to do 't Is the obedience to a Master one Who in Rebellion with himselfe will haue All that are his so too To doe this deed Promotion followes If I could find example Of thousand 's that had struck anoynted Kings And flourish'd after I l'd not do 't But since Nor Brasse nor Stone nor Parchment beares not one Let Villanie it selfe forswear 't I must Forsake the Court to do 't or no is certaine To me a breake-neck Happy Starre raigne now Here comes Bohemia Enter Polixenes Pol. This is strange Me thinkes My fauor here begins to warpe Not speake Good day Camillo Cam. Hayle most Royall Sir Pol. What is the Newes i' th' Court Cam. None rare my Lord. Pol. The King hath on him such a countenance As he had lost some Prouince and a Region Lou'd as he loues himselfe euen now I met him With customarie complement when hee Wafting his eyes to th' contrary and falling A Lippe of much contempt speedes from me and So leaues me to consider what is breeding That changes thus his Manners Cam. I dare not know my Lord. Pol. How dare not doe not doe you know and dare not Be intelligent to me 't is thereabouts For to your selfe what you doe know you must And cannot say you dare not Good Camillo Your chang'd complexions are to me a Mirror Which shewes me mine chang'd too for I must be A partie in this alteration finding My selfe thus alter'd with 't Cam. There is a sicknesse Which puts some of vs in distemper but I cannot name the Disease and it is caught Of you that yet are well Pol. How caught of me Make me not sighted like the Basilisque I haue look'd on thousands who haue sped the better By my regard but kill'd none so Camillo As you are certainely a Gentleman thereto Clerke-like experienc'd which no lesse adornes Our Gentry then our Parents Noble Names In whose successe we are gentle I beseech you If you know ought which do's behoue my knowledge Thereof to be inform'd imprison't not In ignorant concealement Cam. I may not answere Pol. A Sicknesse caught of me and yet I well I must be answer'd Do'st thou heare Camillo I coniure thee by all the parts of man Which Honor do's acknowledge whereof the least Is not this Suit of mine that thou declare What incidencie thou do'st ghesse of harme Is creeping toward me how farre off how neere Which way to be preuented if to be If not how best to beare it Cam. Sir I will tell you Since I am charg'd in Honor and by him That I thinke Honorable therefore marke my counsaile Which must be eu'n as swiftly followed as I meane to vtter it or both your selfe and me Cry lost and so good night Pol. On good Camillo Cam. I am appointed him to murther you Pol. By whom Camillo Cam. By the King Pol. For what Cam. He thinkes nay with all confidence he sweares As he had seen 't or beene an Instrument To vice you to 't that you haue toucht his Queene Forbiddenly Pol. Oh then my best blood turne To an infected Gelly and my Name Be yoak'd with his that did betray the Best Turne then my freshest Reputation to A sauour that may strike the dullest Nosthrill Where I arriue and my approch be shun'd Nay hated too worse then the great'st Infection That ere was heard or read Cam. Sweare his thought ouer By each particular Starre in Heauen and By all their Influences you may as well Forbid the Sea for to obey the Moone As or by Oath remoue or Counsaile shake The Fabrick of his Folly whose foundation Is pyl'd vpon his Faith and will continue The standing of his Body Pol. How should this grow Cam. I know not but I am sure 't is safer to Auoid what 's growne then question how 't is borne If therefore you dare trust my honestie That lyes enclosed in this Trunke which you Shall beare along impawnd away to Night Your Followers
straight Within this houre bring me word 't is done And by good testimonie or I le seize thy life With what thou else call'st thine if thou refuse And wilt encounter with my Wrath say so The Bastard-braynes with these my proper hands Shall I dash out Goe take it to the fire For thou sett'st on thy Wife Antig. I did not Sir These Lords my Noble Fellowes if they please Can cleare me in 't Lords We can my Royall Liege He is not guiltie of her comming hither Leo. You 're lyers all Lord. Beseech your Highnesse giue vs better credit We haue alwayes truly seru'd you and beseech ' So to esteeme of vs and on our knees we begge As recompence of our deare seruices Past and to come that you doe change this purpose Which being so horrible so bloody must Lead on to some foule Issue We all kneele Leo. I am a Feather for each Wind that blows Shall I liue on to see this Bastard kneele And call me Father better burne it now Then curse it then But be it let it liue It shall not neyther You Sir come you hither You that haue beene so tenderly officious With Lady Margerie your Mid-wife there To saue this Bastards life for 't is a Bastard So sure as this Beard 's gray What will you aduenture To saue this Brats life Antig. Any thing my Lord That my abilitie may vndergoe And Noblenesse impose at least thus much I le pawne the little blood which I haue left To saue the Innocent any thing possible Leo. It shall be possible Sweare by this Sword Thou wilt performe my bidding Antig. I will my Lord. Leo. Marke and performe it seest thou for the faile Of any point in 't shall not onely be Death to thy selfe but to thy lewd-tongu'd Wife Whom for this time we pardon We enioyne thee As thou art Liege-man to vs that thou carry This female Bastard hence and that thou beare it To some remote and desart place quite out Of our Dominions and that there thou leaue it Without more mercy to it owne protection And fauour of the Climate as by strange fortune It came to vs I doe in Iustice charge thee On thy Soules perill and thy Bodyes torture That thou commend it strangely to some place Where Chance may nurse or end it take it vp Antig. I sweare to doe this though a present death Had beene more mercifull Come on poore Babe Some powerfull Spirit instruct the Kytes and Rauens To be thy Nurses Wolues and Beares they say Casting their sauagenesse aside haue done Like offices of Pitty Sir be prosperous In more then this deed do's require and Blessing Against this Crueltie fight on thy side Poore Thing condemn'd to losse Exit Leo. No I le not reare Anothers Issue Enter a Seruant Seru. Please ' your Highnesse Posts From those you sent to th' Oracle are come An houre since Cleomines and Dion Being well arriu'd from Delphos are both landed Hasting to th' Court Lord. So please you Sir their speed Hath beene beyond accompt Leo. Twentie three dayes They haue beene absent 't is good speed fore-tells The great Apollo suddenly will haue The truth of this appeare Prepare you Lords Summon a Session that we may arraigne Our most â—sloyall Lady for as she hath Been publikely accus'd so shall she haue A iust and open Triall While she liues My heart will be a burthen to me Leaue me And thinke vpon my bidding Exeunt Actus Tertius Scena Prima Enter Cleomines and Dion Cleo. The Clymat's delicate the Ayre most sweet Fertile the Isle the Temple much surpassing The common prayse it beares Dion I shall report For most it caught me the Celestiall Habits Me thinkes I so should terme them and the reuerence Of the graue Wearers O the Sacrifice How ceremonious solemne and vn-earthly It was i' th' Offring Cleo. But of all the burst And the eare-deaffâ—ning Voyce o' th' Oracle Kin to Ioues Thunder so surpriz'd my Sence That I was nothing Dio. It th' euent o' th' Iourney Proue as successefull to the Queene O be 't so As it hath beene to vs rare pleasant speedie The time is worth the vse on 't Cleo. Great Apollo Turne all to th' best these Proclamations So forcing faults vpon Hermione I little like Dio. The violent carriage of it Will cleare or end the Businesse when the Oracle Thus by Apollo's great Diuine seal'd vp Shall the Contents discouer something rare Euen then will rush to knowledge Goe fresh Horses And gracious be the issue Exeunt Scoena Secunda Enter Leontes Lords Officers Hermione as to her Triall Ladies Cleomines Dion Leo. This Sessions to our great griefe we pronounce Euen pushes ' gainst our heart The partie try'd The Daughter of a King our Wife and one Of vs too much belou'd Let vs be clear'd Of being tyrannous since we so openly Proceed in Iustice which shall haue due course Euen to the Guilt or the Purgation Produce the Prisoner Officer It is his Highnesse pleasure that the Queene Appeare in person here in Court Silence Leo. Reade the Indictment Officer Hermione Queene to the worthy Leontes King of Sicilia thou art here accused and arraigned of High Treason in committing Adultery with Polixenes King of Bohemia and conspiring with Camillo to take away the Life of our Soueraigne Lord the King thy Royall Husband the pretence whereof being by circumstances partly layd open thou Hermione contrary to the Faith and Allegeance of a true Subiect didst counsaile and ayde them for their better safetie to flye away by Night Her Since what I am to say must be but that Which contradicts my Accusation and The testimonie on my part no other But what comes from my selfe it shall scarce boot me To say Not guiltie mine Integritie Being counted Falsehood shall as I expresse it Be so receiu'd But thus if Powres Diuine Behold our humane Actions as they doe I doubt not then but Innocence shall make False Accusation blush and Tyrannie Tremble at Patience You my Lord best know Whom least will seeme to doe so my past life Hath beene as continent as chaste as true As I am now vnhappy which is more Then Historie can patterne though deuis'd And play'd to take Spectators For behold me A Fellow of the Royall Bed which owe A Moitie of the Throne a great Kings Daughter The Mother to a hopefull Prince here standing To prate and talke for Life and Honor fore Who please to come and heare For Life I prize it As I weigh Griefe which I would spare For Honor 'T is a deriuatiue from me to mine And onely that I stand for I appeale To your owne Conscience Sir before Polixenes Came to your Court how I was in your grace How merited to be so Since he came With what encounter so vncurrant I Haue strayn'd t' appeare thus if one iot beyond The bound of Honor or in act or will That way enclining hardned be the hearts Of all that heare me and my
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
yet a maiden and an innocent hand Not painted with the Crimson spots of blood Within this bosome neuer entred yet The dreadfull motion of a murderous thought And you haue slander'd Nature in my forme Which howsoeuer rude exteriorly Is yet the couer of a fayrer minde Then to be butcher of an innocent childe Iohn Doth Arthur liue O hast thee to the Peeres Throw this report on their incensed rage And make them tame to their obedience Forgiue the Comment that my passion made Vpon thy feature for my rage was blinde And foule immaginarie eyes of blood Presented thee more hideous then thou art Oh answer not but to my Closset bring The angry Lords with all expedient hast I coniure thee but slowly run more fast Exeunt Scoena Tertia Enter Arthur on the walles Ar. The Wall is high and yet will I leape downe Good ground be pittifull and hurt me not There 's few or none do know me if they did This Ship-boyes semblance hath disguis'd me quite I am afraide and yet I le venture it If I get downe and do not breake my limbes I le finde a thousand shifts to get away As good to dye and go as dye and stay Oh me my Vnckles spirit is in these stones Heauen take my soule and England keep my bones Dies Enter Pembroke Salisburry Bigot Sal. Lords I will meet him at S. Edmondsbury It is our safetie and we must embrace This gentle offer of the perillous time Pem. Who brought that Letter from the Cardinall Sal. The Count Meloone a Noble Lord of France Whose priuate with me of the Dolphines loue Is much more generall then these lines import Big To morrow morning let vs meete him then Sal. Or rather then set forward for 't will be Two long dayes iourney Lords or ere we meete Enter Bastard Bast Once more to day well met distemper'd Lords The King by me requests your presence straight Sal. The king hath dispossest himselfe of vs We will not lyne his thin-bestained cloake With our pure Honors nor attend the foote That leaues the print of blood where ere it walkes Returne and tell him so we know the worst Bast What ere you thinke good words I thinke were best Sal. Our greefes and not our manners reason now Bast But there is little reason in your greefe Therefore 't were reason you had manners now Pem. Sir sir impatience hath his priuiledge Bast 'T is tâ—ue to hurt his master no mans else Sal. This is the prison What is he lyes heere P. Oh death made proud with pure princely beuty The earth had not a hole to hide this deede Sal. Murther as hating what himselfe hath done Doth lay it open to vrge on reuenge Big Or when he doom'd this Beautie to a graue Found it too precious Princely for a graue Sal. Sir Richard what thinke you you haue beheld Or haue you read or heard or could you thinke Or do you almost thinke although you see That you do see Could thought without this obiect Forme such another This is the very top The heighth the Crest or Crest vnto the Crest Of murthers Armes This is the bloodiest shame The wildest Saâ—agery the vildest stroke That euer wall-ey'd wrath or staring rage Presented to the teares of soft remorse Pem. All murthers past do stand excus'd in this And this so sole and so vnmatcheable Shall giue a holinesse a puritie To the yet vnbegotten sinne of times And proue a deadly blood-shed but a iest Exampled by this heynous spectacle Bast It is a damned and a bloody worke The gracelesse action of a heauy hand If that it be the worke of any hand Sal. If that it be the worke of any hand We had a kinde of light what would ensue It is the shamefull worke of Huberts hand The practice and the purpose of the king From whose obedience I forbid my soule Kneeling before this ruine of sweete life And breathing to his breathlesse Excellence The Incense of a Vow a holy Vow Neuer to taste the pleasures of the world Neuer to be infected with delight Nor conuersant with Ease and Idlenesse Till I haue set a glory to this hand By giuing it the worship of Reuenge Pem. Big Our soules religiously confirme thy words Enter Hubert Hub. Lords I am hot with haste in seeking you Arthur doth liue the king hath sent for you Sal. Oh he is bold and blushes not at death Auant thou hatefull villain get thee gone Hu. I am no villaine Sal. Must I rob the Law Bast Your sword is bright sir put it vp againe Sal. Not till I sheath it in a murtherers skin Hub. Stand backe Lord Salsbury stand backe I say By heauen I thinke my sword 's as sharpe as yours I would not haue you Lord forget your selfe Nor tempt the danger of my true defence Least I by marking of your rage forget your Worth your Greatnesse and Nobility Big Out dunghill dar'st thou braue a Nobleman Hub. Not for my life But yet I dare defend My innocent life against an Emperor Sal. Thou art a Murtherer Hub. Do not proue me so Yet I am none Whose tongue so ere speakes false Not truely speakes who speakes not truly Lies Pem. Cut him to peeces Bast Keepe the peace I say Sal. Stand by or I shall gaul you Faulconbridge Bast Thou wer't better gaul the diuell Salsbury If thou but frowne on me or stirre thy foote Or teach thy hastie spleene to do me shame I le strike thee dead Put vp thy sword betime Or I le so maule you and your tosting-Iron That you shall thinke the diuell is come from hell Big What wilt thou do renowned Faulconbridge Second a Villaine and a Murtherer Hub. Lord Bigot I am none Big Who kill'd this Prince Hub. 'T is not an houre since I left him well I honour'd him I lou'd him and will weepe My date of life out for his sweete liues losse Sal. Trust not those cunning waters of his eyes For villanie is not without such rheume And he long traded in it makes it seeme Like Riuers of remorse and innocencie Away with me all you whose soules abhorre Th' vncleanly sauours of a Slaughter-house For I am stifled with this smell of sinne Big Away toward Burie to the Dolphin there P. There tel the king he may inquire vs out Ex Lords Ba. Here 's a good world knew you of this faire work Beyond the infinite and boundlesse reach of mercie If thou didst this deed of death art y u damn'd Hubert Hub Do but heare me sir Bast Ha I le tell thee what Thou' rt damn'd as blacke nay nothing is so blacke Thou art more deepe damn'd then Prince Lucifer There is not yet so vgly a fiend of hell As thou shalt be if thou didst kill this childe Hub. Vpon my soule Bast If thou didst but consent To this most cruell Act do but dispaire And if thou want'st a Cord the smallest thred That euer Spider twisted from her wombe
honourable dewe That siluerly doth progresse on thy cheekes My heart hath melted at a Ladies teares Being an ordinary Inundation But this effusion of such manly drops This showre blowne vp by tempest of the soule Startles mine eyes and makes me more amaz'd Then had I seene the vaultie top of heauen Figur'd quite ore wirh burning Meteors Lift vp thy brow renowned Salisburie And with a great heart heaue away this storme Commend these waters to those baby-eyes That neuer saw the giant-world enrag'd Nor met with Fortune other then at feasts Full warm of blood of mirth of gossipping Come come for thou shalt thrust thy hand as deepe Into the purse of rich prosperity As Lewis himselfe so Nobles shall you all That knit your sinewes to the strength of mine Enter Pandulpho And euen there methinkes an Angell spake Looke where the holy Legate comes apace To giue vs warrant from the hand of heauen And on our actions set the name of right With holy breath Pand. Haile noble Prince of France The next is this King Iohn hath reconcil'd Himselfe to Rome his spirit is come in That so stood out against the holy Church The great Metropolis and Sea of Rome Therefore thy threatning Colours now winde vp And tame the sauage spirit of wilde warre That like a Lion fostered vp at hand It may lie gently at the foot of peace And be no further harmefull then in shewe Dol. Your Grace shall pardon me I will not backe I am too high-borne to be proportied To be a secondary at controll Or vsefull seruing-man and Instrument To any Soueraigne State throughout the world Your breath first kindled the dead coale of warres Betweene this chastiz'd kingdome and my selfe And brought in matter that should feed this fire And now 't is farre too huge to be blowne out With that same weake winde which enkindled it You taught me how to know the face of right Acquainted me with interest to this Land Yea thrust this enterprize into my heart And come ye now to tell me Iohn hath made His peace with Rome what is that peace to me I by the honour of my marriage bed After yong Arthur claime this Land for mine And now it is halfe conquer'd must I backe Because that Iohn hath made his peace with Rome Am I Romes slaue What penny hath Rome borne What men prouided What munition sent To vnder-prop this Action Is' t not I That vnder-goe this charge Who else but I And such as to my claime are liable Sweat in this businesse and maintaine this warre Haue I not heard these Islanders shout out Viue le Roy as I haue bank'd their Townes Haue I not heere the best Cards for the game To winne this easie match plaid for a Crowne And shall I now giue ore the yeelded Set No no on my soule it neuer shall be said Pand. You looke but on the out-side of this worke Dol. Out-side or in-side I will not returne Till my attempt so much be glorified As to my ample hope was promised Before I drew this gallant head of warre And cull'd these fiery spirits from the world To out-looke Conquest and to winne renowne Euen in the iawes of danger and of death What lusty Trumpet thus doth summon vs Enter Bastard Bast According to the faire-play of the world Let me haue audience I am sent to speake My holy Lord of Millane from the King I come to learne how you haue dealt for him And as you answer I doe know the scope And warrant limited vnto my tongue Pand. The Dolphin is too wilfull opposite And will not temporize with my intreaties He flatly saies heeâ—ll not lay downe his Armes Bast By all the bloud that euer fury breath'd The youth saies well Now heare our English King For thus his Royaltie doth speake in me He is prepar'd and reason to he should This apish and vnmannerly approach This harness'd Maske and vnaduised Reuell This vn-heard sawcinesse and boyish Troopes The King doth smile at and is well prepar'd To whip this dwarfish warre this Pigmy Armes From out the circle of his Territories That hand which had the strength euen at your dore To cudgell you and make you take the hatch To diue like Buckets in concealed Welles To crowch in litter of your stable plankes To lye like pawnes lock'd vp in chests and truncks To hug with swine to seeke sweet safety out In vaults and prisons and to thrill and shake Euen at the crying of your Nations crow Thinking this voyce an armed Englishman Shall that victorious hand be feebled heere That in your Chambers gaue you chasticement No know the gallant Monarch is in Armes And like an Eagle o're his ayerie towres To sowsse annoyance that comes neere his Nest And you degenerate you ingrate Reuolts you bloudy Nero's ripping vp the wombe Of your deere Mother-England blush for shame For your owne Ladies and pale-visag'd Maides Like Amazons come tripping after drummes Their thimbles into armed Gantlets change Their Needl's to Lances and their gentle hearts To fierce and bloody inclination Dol. There end thy braue and turn thy face in peace We grant thou canst out-scold vs Far thee well We hold our time too precious to be spent With such a brabler Pan. Giue me leaue to speake Bast No I will speake Dol. We will attend to neyther Strike vp the drummes and let the tongue of warre Pleade for our interest and our being heere Bast Indeede your drums being beaten wil cry out And so shall you being beaten Do but start An eccho with the clamor of thy drumme And euen at hand a drumme is readie brac'd That shall reuerberate all as lowd as thine Sound but a 〈◊〉 and another shall As lowd as thine rattle the Welkins eare And mocke the deepe mouth'd Thunder for at hand Not trusting to this halting Legate heere Whom he hath vs'd rather for sport then neede Is warlike Iohn and in his fore-head sits A bare-rib'd death whose office is this day To feast vpon whole thousands of the French Dol. Strike vp our drummes to finde this danger out Bast And thou shalt finde it Dolphin do not doubt Exeunt Scaena Tertia Alarums Enter Iohn and Hubert Iohn How goes the day with vs oh tell me Hubert Hub. Badly I feare how fares your Maiesty Iohn This Feauer that hath troubled me so long Lyes heauie on me oh my heart is sicke Enter a Messenger Mes My Lord your valiant kinsman Falconbridge Desires your Maiestie to leaue the field And send him word by me which way you go Iohn Tell him toward Swinsted to the Abbey there Mes Be of good comfort for the great supply That was expected by the Dolphin heere Are wrack'd three nights ago on Goodwin sands This newes was brought to Richard but euen now The French fight coldly and retyre themselues Iohn Aye me this tyrant Feauer burnes mee vp And will not let me welcome this good newes Set on toward Swinsted to my Litter
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
are gone and fled As well assur'd Richard their King is dead Exit Sal. Ah Richard with eyes of heauie mind I see thy Glory like a shooting Starre Fall to the base Earth from the Firmament Thy Sunne sets weeping in the lowly West Witnessing Stormes to come Woe and Vnrest Thy Friends are fled to wait vpon thy Foes And crossely to thy good all fortune goes Exit Actus Tertius Scena Prima Enter Bullingbrooke Yorke Northumberland Rosse Percie Willoughby with Bushie and Greene Prisoners Bull. Bring forth these men Bushie and Greene I will not vex your soules Since presently your soules must part your bodies With too much vrging your pernitious liues For 't were no Charitie yet to wash your blood From off my hands here in the view of men I will vnfold some causes of your deaths You haue mis-led a Prince a Royall King A happie Gentleman in Blood and Lineaments By you vnhappied and disfigur'd cleane You haue in manner with your sinfull houres Made a Diuorce betwixt his Queene and him Broke the possession of a Royall Bed And stayn'd the beautie of a faire Queenes Cheekes With teares drawn froÌ„ her eyes with your foule wrongs My selfe a Prince by fortune of my birth Neere to the King in blood and neere in loue Till you did make him mis-interprete me Haue stoopt my neck vnder your iniuries And sigh'd my English breath in forraine Clouds Eating the bitter bread of banishment While you haue fed vpon my Seignories Dis-park'd my Parkes and fell'd my Forrest Woods From mine owne Windowes torne my Household Coat Raz'd out my Impresse leauing me no signe Saue mens opinions and my liuing blood To shew the World I am a Gentleman This and much more much more then twice all this Condemnes you to the death see them deliuered ouer To execution and the hand of death Bushie More welcome is the stroake of death to me Then Bullingbrooke to England Greene. My comfort is that Heauen will take our soules And plague Iniustice with the paines of Hell Bull. My Lord Northumberland see them dispatch'd Vnckle you say the Queene is at your House For Heauens sake fairely let her be entreated Tell her I send to her my kind commends Take speciall care my Greetings be deliuer'd York A Gentleman of mine I haue dispatch'd With Letters of your loue to her at large Bull. Thankes gentle Vnckle come Lords away To fight with Glendoure and his Complices A while to worke and after holliday Exeunt Scena Secunda Drums Flourish and Colours Enter Richard Aumerle Carlile and Souldiers Rich. Barkloughly Castle call you this at hand Au. Yea my Lord how brook your Grace the ayre After your late tossing on the breaking Seas Rich. Needs must I like it well I weepe for ioy To stand vpon my Kingdome once againe Deere Earth I doe salute thee with my hand Though Rebels wound thee with their Horses hoofes As a long parted Mother with her Child Playes fondly with her teares and smiles in meeting So weeping smiling greet I thee my Earth And doe thee fauor with my Royall hands Feed not thy Soueraignes Foe my gentle Earth Nor with thy Sweetes comfort his rauenous sence But let thy Spiders that suck vp thy Venome And heauie-gated Toades lye in their way Doing annoyance to the trecherous feete Which with vsurping steps doe trample thee Yeeld stinging Nettles to mine Enemies And when they from thy Bosome pluck a Flower Guard it I prethee with a lurking Adder Whose double tongue may with a mortall touch Throw death vpon thy Soueraignes Enemies Mock not my sencelesse Coniuration Lords This Earth shall haue a feeling and these Stones Proue armed Souldiers ere her Natiue King Shall falter vnder foule Rebellious Armes Car. Feare not my Lord that Power that made you King Hath power to keepe you King in spight of all Aum. He meanes my Lord that we are too remisse Whilest Bullingbrooke through our securitie Growes strong and great in substance and in friends Rich. Discomfortable Cousin knowest thou not That when the searching Eye of Heauen is hid Behind the Globe that lights the lower World Then Theeues and Robbers raunge abroad vnseene In Murthers and in Out-rage bloody here But when from vnder this Terrestriall Ball He fires the prowd tops of the Easterne Pines And darts his Lightning through eu'ry guiltie hole Then Murthers Treasons and detested sinnes The Cloake of Night being pluckt from off their backs Stand bare and naked trembling at themselues So when this Theefe this Traytor Bullingbrooke Who all this while hath reuell'd in the Night Shall see vs rising in our Throne the East His Treasons will sit blushing in his face Not able to endure the sight of Day But selfe-affrighted tremble at his sinne Not all the Water in the rough rude Sea Can wash the Balme from an anoynted King The breath of worldly men cannot depose The Deputie elected by the Lord For euery man that Bullingbrooke hath prest To lift shrewd Steele against our Golden Crowne Heauen for his Richard hath in heauenly pay A glorious Angell then if Angels fight Weake men must fall for Heauen still guards the right Enter Salisbury Welcome my Lord how farre off lyes your Power Salisb. Nor neere nor farther off my gracious Lord Then this weake arme discomfort guides my tongue And bids me speake of nothing but despaire One day too late I feare my Noble Lord Hath clouded all thy happie dayes on Earth Oh call backe Yesterday bid Time returne And thou shalt haue twelue thousand fighting men To day to day vnhappie day too late Orethrowes thy Ioyes Friends Fortune and thy State For all the Welchmen hearing thou wert dead Are gone to Bullingbrooke disperst and fled Aum. Comfort my Liege why lookes your Grace so pale Rich. But now the blood of twentie thousand men Did triumph in my face and they are fled And till so much blood thither come againe Haue I not reason to looke pale and dead All Soules that will be safe flye from my side For Time hath set a blot vpon my pride Aum. Comfort my Liege remember who you are Rich. I had forgot my selfe Am I not King Awake thou sluggard Maiestie thou sleepest Is not the Kings Name fortie thousand Names Arme arme my Name a punie subiect strikes At thy great glory Looke not to the ground Ye Fauorites of a King are wee not high High be our thoughts I know my Vnckle Yorke Haâ—h Power enough to serue our turne But who comes here Enter Scroope Scroope More health and happinesse betide my Liege Then can my care-tun'd tongue deliuer him Rich. Mine eare is open and my heart prepar'd The worst is worldly losse thou canst vnfold Say Is my Kingdome loft why 't was my Care And what losse is it to be rid of Care Striues Bullingbrooke to be as Great as wee Greater he shall not be If hee serue God Wee 'l serue him too and be his Fellow so Reuolt our Subiects That we cannot mend
speake my minde herein You shall not onely take the Sacrament To bury mine intents but also to effect What euer I shall happen to deuise I see your Browes are full of Discontent Your Heart of Sorrow and your Eyes of Teares Come home with me to Supper I le lay a Plot Shall shew vs all a merry day Exeunt Actus Quintus Scena Prima Enter Queene and Ladies Qu. This way the King will come this is the way To Iulius Caesars ill-erected Tower To whose flint Bosome my condemned Lord Is doom'd a Prisoner by prowd Bullingbrooke Here let vs rest if this rebellious Earth Haue any resting for her true Kings Queene Enter Richard and Guard But soft but see or rather doe not see My faire Rose wither yet looke vp behold That you in pittie may dissolue to dew And wash him fresh againe with true-loue Teares Ah thou the Modell where old Troy did stand Thou Mappe of Honor thou King Richards Yombe And not King Richard thou most beauteous Inne Why should hard-fauor'd Griefe be lodg'd in thee When Triumph is become an Ale-house Guest Rich. Ioyne not with griefe faire Woman do not so To make my end too sudden learne good Soule To thinke our former State a happie Dreame From which awak'd the truth of what we are Shewes vs but this I am sworne Brother Sweet To grim Necessitie and hee and I Will keepe a League till Death High thee to France And Cloyster thee in some Religious House Our holy liues must winne a new Worlds Crowne Which our prophane houres here haue stricken downe Qu. What is my Richard both in shape and minde Transform'd and weaken'd Hath Bullingbrooke Depos'd thine Intellect hath he beene in thy Heart The Lyon dying thrusteth forth his Paw And wounds the Earth if nothing else with rage To be o're-powr'd and wilt thou Pupill-like Take thy Correction mildly kisse the Rodde And fawne on Rage with base Humilitie Which art a Lyon and a King of Beasts Rich. A King of Beasts indeed if aught but Beasts I had beene still a happy King of Men. Good sometime Queene prepare thee hence for France Thinke I am dead and that euen here thou tak'st As from my Death-bed my last liuing leaue In Winters tedious Nights sit by the fire With good old folkes and let them tell thee Tales Of wofull Ages long agoe betide And ere thou bid good-night to quit their griefe Tell thou the lamentable fall of me And send the hearers weeping to their Beds For why the sencelesse Brands will sympathize The heauie accent of thy mouing Tongue And in compassion weepe the fire out And some will mourne in ashes some coale-black For the deposing of a rightfull King Enter Northumberland North. My Lord the mind of Bullingbrooke is chang'd You must to Pomfret not vnto the Tower And Madame there is order ta'ne for you With all swift speed you must away to France Rich. Northumberland thou Ladder wherewithall The mounting Bullingbrooke ascends my Throne The time shall not be many houres of age More then it is ere foule sinne gathering head Shall breake into corruption thou shalt thinke Though he diuide the Realme and giue thee halfe It is too little helping him to all He shall thinke that thou which know'st the way To plant vnrightfull Kings wilt know againe Being ne're so little vrg'd another way To pluck him headlong from the vsurped Throne The Loue of wicked friends conuerts to Feare That Feare to Hate and Hate turnes one or both To worthie Danger and deserued Death North. My guilt be on my Head and there an end Take leaue and part for you must part forthwith Rich. Doubly diuorc'd bad men ye violate A two-fold Marriage 'twixt my Crowne and me And then betwixt me and my marryed Wife Let me vn-kisse the Oath 'twixt thee and me And yet not so for with a Kisse 't was made Part vs Northumberland I towards the North Where shiuering Cold and Sicknesse pines the Clyme My Queene to France from whence set forth in pompe She came adorned hither like sweet May Sent back like Hollowmas or short'st of day Qu. And must we be diuided must we part Rich. I hand from hand my Loue and heart frō heart Qu. Banish vs both and send the King with me North. That were some Loue but little Pollicy Qu. Then whither he goes thither let me goe Rich. So two together weeping make one Woe Weepe thou for me in France I for thee heere Better farre off then neere be ne're the neere Goe count thy Way with Sighes I mine with Groanes Qu. So longest Way shall haue the longest Moanes Rich. Twice for one step I le groane y e Way being short And peece the Way out with a heauie heart Come come in wooing Sorrow let 's be briefe Since wedding it there is such length in Griefe One Kisse shall stop our mouthes and dumbely part Thus giue I mine and thus take I thy heart Qu. Giue me mine owne againe 't were no good part To take on me to keepe and kill thy heart So now I haue mine owne againe be gone That I may striue to kill it with a groane Rich. We make Woe wanton with this fond delay Once more adieu the rest let Sorrow say Exeunt Scoena Secunda Enter Yorke and his Duchesse Duch. My Lord you told me you would tell the rest When weeping made you breake the story off Of our two Cousins comming into London Yorke Where did I leaue Duch. At that sad stoppe my Lord Where rude mis-gouern'd hands from Windowes tops Threw dust and rubbish on King Richards head Yorke Then as I said the Duke great Bullingbrooke Mounted vpon a hot and fierie Steed Which his aspiring Rider seem'd to know With slow but stately pace kept on his course While all tongues cride God saue thee Bullingbrooke You would haue thought the very windowes spake So many greedy lookes of yong and old Through Casements darted their desiring eyes Vpon his visage and that all the walles With painted Imagery had said at once Iesu preserue thee welcom Bullingbrooke Whil'st he from one side to the other turning Bare-headed lower then his proud Steeds necke Bespake them thus I thanke you Countrimen And thus still doing thus he past along Dutch Alas poore Richard where rides he the whilst Yorke As in a Theater the eyes of men After a well grac'd Actor leaues the Stage Are idlely bent on him that enters next Thinking his prattle to be tedious Euen so or with much more contempt mens eyes Did scowle on Richard no man cride God saue him No ioyfull tongue gaue him his welcome home But dust was throwne vpon his Sacred head Which with such gentle sorrow he shooke off His face still combating with teares and smiles The badges of his greefe and patience That had not God for some strong purpose steel'd The hearts of men they must perforce haue melted And Barbarisme it selfe haue pittied him But heauen hath a hand in these euents
bell so Sighes and Teares and Grones Shew Minutes Houres and Times but my Time Râ—ns poasting on in Bullingbrookes proud ioy While I stand fooling heere his iacke o' th' Clocke This Musicke mads me let it sound no more For though it haue holpe madmen to their wits In me it seemes it will make wise-men mad Yet blessing on his heart that giues it me For 't is a signe of loue and loue to Richard Is a strange Brooch in this all-hating world Enter Groome Groo. Haile Royall Prince Rich. Thankes Noble Peere The cheapest of vs is ten groates too deere What art thou And how com'st thou hither Where no man euer comes but that sad dogge That brings me food to make misfortune liue Groo. I was a poore Groome of thy Stable King When thou wer 't King who trauelling towards Yorke With much adoo at length haue gotten leaue To looke vpon my sometimes Royall masters face O how it yern'd my heart when I beheld In London streets that Coronation day When Bullingbrooke rode on Roane Barbary That horse that thou so often hast bestrid That horse that I so carefully haue drest Rich. Rode he on Barbary Tell me gentle Friend How went he vnder him Groo. So proudly as if he had disdain'd the ground Rich. So proud that Bullingbrooke was on his backe That Iade hath eate bread from my Royall hand This hand hath made him proud with clapping him Would he not stumble Would he not fall downe Since Pride must haue a fall and breake the necke Of that proud man that did vsurpe his backe Forgiuenesse horse Why do I raile on thee Since thou created to be aw'd by man Was 't borne to beare I was not made a horse And yet I beare a burthen like an Asse Spur-gall'd and tyrd by laâ—ntiâ—g Bullingbrooke Enter Keeper with a Dish Keep Fellow giue place heere is 〈◊〉 â—nger â—y Rich. If â—hou loue me 〈◊〉 thou with away Groo. What thy tongue daâ—s not that my heart shall say Exit Keep My Lord will please you to fall too Rich. Taste of it first as thou wer 't wont to doo Keep My Lord I dare not Sir Pierce of Exton Who lately came from th' King commands the contrary Rich. The diuell take Henrie of Lancaster and thee Patience is stale and I am weary of it Keep Helpe helpe helpe Enter Exton and Seruants Ri. How now what meanes Death in this rude assalt Villaine thine owne hand yeelds thy deaths instrument Go thou and fill another roome in hell Exton strikes him downe That hand shall burne in neuer-quenching fire That staggers thus my person Exton thy fierce hand Hath with the Kings blood stain'd the Kings own land Mount mount my soule thy seate is vp on high Whil'st my grosse flesh sinkes downward heere to dye Exton As full of Valor as of Royall blood Both haue I spilt Oh would the deed were good For now the diuell that told me I did well Sayes that this deede is chronicled in hell This dead King to the liuing King I le beare Take hence the rest and giue them buriall heere Exit Scoena Quinta Flourish Enter Bullingbrooke Yorke with other Lords attendants Bul. Kinde Vnkle Yorke the latest newes we heare Is that the Rebels haue consum'd with fire Our Towne of Ciceter in Gloucestershire But whether they be tane or slaine we heare not Enter Northumberland Welcome my Lord What is the newes Nor. First to thy Sacred State wish I all happinesse The next newes is I haue to London sent The heads of Salsbury Spencer Blunt and Kent The manner of their taking may appeare At large discoursed in this paper heere Bul. We thank thee gentle Percy for thy paines And to thy worth will adde right worthy gaines Enter Fitzwaters Fitz. My Lord I haue from Oxford sent to London The heads of Broccas and Sir Bennet Seely Two of the dangerous consorted Traitors That sought at Oxford thy dire ouerthrow Bul. Thy paines Fitzwaters shall not be forgot Right Noble is thy merit well I wot Enter Percy and Carlile Per. The grand Conspirator Abbot of Westminster With clog of Conscience and sowre Melancholly Hath yeelded vp his body to the graue But heere is Carlile liuing to abide Thy Kingly doome and sentence of his pride Bul. Carlile this is your doome Choose out some secret place some reuerend roome More then thou hast and with it ioy thy life So as thou liu'st in peace dye free from strife For though mine enemy thou hast euer beene High sparkes of Honor in thee haue I seene Enter Exton with a Coffin Exton Great King within this Coffin I present Thy buried feare Heerein all breathlesse lies The mightiest of thy greatest enemies Richard of Burdeaux by me hither brought Bul. Exton I thanke thee not for thou hast wrought A deede of Slaughter with thy fatall hand Vpon my head and all this famous Land Ex. From your owne mouth my Lord did I this deed Bul. They loue not poyson that do poyson neede Nor do I thee though I did wish him dead I hate the Murtherer loue him murthered The guilt of conscience take thou for thy labour But neither my good word nor Princely fauour With Caine go wander through the shade of night And neuer shew thy head by day nor light Lords I protest my soule is full of woe That blood should sprinkle me to make me grow Come mourne with me for that I do lament And put on sullen Blacke incontinent I le make a voyage to the Holy-land To wash this blood off from my guilty hand March sadly after grace my mourning heere In weeping after this vntimely Beere Exeunt FINIS The First Part of Henry the Fourth with the Life and Death of HENRY Sirnamed HOT-SPVRRE Actus Primus Scoena Prima Enter the King Lord Iohn of Lancaster Earle of Westmerland with others King SO shaken as we are so wan with care Finde we a time for frighted Peace to pant And breath shortwinded accents of new broils To be commenc'd in Stronds a-farre remote No more the thirsty entrance of this Soile Shall daube her lippes with her owne childrens blood No more shall trenching Warre channell her fields Nor bruise her Flowrets with the Armed hoofes Of hostile paces Those opposed eyes Which like the Meteors of a troubled Heauen All of one Nature of one Substance bred Did lately meete in the intestine shocke And furious cloze of ciuill Butchery Shall now in mutuall well-beseeming rankes March all one way and be no more oppos'd Against Acquaintance Kindred and Allies The edge of Warre like an ill-sheathed knife No more shall cut his Master Therefore Friends As farre as to the Sepulcher of Christ Whose Souldier now vnder whose blessed Crosse We are impressed and ingag'd to fight Forthwith a power of English shall we leuie Whose armes were moulded in their Mothers wombe To chace these Pagans in those holy Fields Ouer whose Acres walk'd those blessed feete Which fourteene hundred yeares ago
doe not beare these Crossings Giue me leaue To tell you once againe that at my Birth The front of Heauen was full of fierie shapes The Goates ranne from the Mountaines and the Heards Were strangely clamorous to the frighted fields These signes haue markt me extraordinarie And all the courses of my Life doe shew I am not in the Roll of common men Where is the Liuing clipt in with the Sea That chides the Bankes of England Scotland and Wales Which calls me Pupill or hath read to me And bring him out that is but Womans Sonne Can trace me in the tedious wayes of Art And hold me pace in deepe experiments Hotsp I thinke there 's no man speakes better Welsh I le to Dinner Mort. Peace Cousin Percy you will make him mad Glend I can call Spirits from the vastie Deepe Hotsp Why so can I or so can any man But will they come when you doe call for them Glend Why I can teach thee Cousin to command the Deuill Hotsp And I can teach thee Cousin to shame the Deuil By telling truth Tell truth and shame the Deuill If thou haue power to rayse him bring him hither And I le be sworne I haue power to shame him hence Oh while you liue tell truth and shame the Deuill Mort. Come come no more of this vnprofitable Chat. Glend Three times hath Henry Bullingbrooke made head Against my Power thrice from the Banks of Wye And sandy-bottom'd Seuerne haue I hent him Bootlesse home and Weather-beaten backe Hotsp Home without Bootes And in foule Weather too How scapes he Agues in the Deuils name Glend Come heere 's the Mappe Shall wee diuide our Right According to our three-fold order-ta'ne Mort. The Arch-Deacon hath diuided it Into three Limits very equally England from Trent and Seuerne hitherto By South and East is to my part assign'd All Westward Wales beyond the Seuerne shore And all the fertile Land within that bound To Owen Glendower And deare Couze to you The remnant Northward lying off from Trent And our Indentures Tripartite are drawne Which being sealed enterchangeably A Businesse that this Night may execute To morrow Cousin Percy you and I And my good Lord of Worcester will set forth To meete your Father and the Scottish Power As is appointed vs at Shrewsbury My Father Glendower is not readie yet Nor shall wee neede his helpe these foureteene dayes Within that space you may haue drawne together Your Tenants Friends and neighbouring Gentlemen Glend A shorter time shall send me to you Lords And in my Conduct shall your Ladies come From whom you now must steale and take no leaue For there will be a World of Water shed Vpon the parting of your Wiues and you Hotsp Me thinks my Moity North from Burton here In quantitie equals not one of yours See how this Riuer comes me cranking in And cuts me from the best of all my Land A huge halfe Moone a monstrous Cantle out I le haue the Currant in this place damn'd vp And here the smug and Siluer Trent shall runne In a new Channell faire and euenly It shall not winde with such a deepe indent To rob me of so rich a Bottome here Glend Not winde it shall it must you see it doth Mort. Yea but marke how he beares his course And runnes me vp with like aduantage on the other side Gelding the opposed Continent as much As on the other side it takes from you Worc. Yea but a little Charge will trench him here And on this North side winne this Cape of Land And then he runnes straight and euen Hotsp I le haue it so a little Charge will doe it Glend I le not haue it alter'd Hotsp Will not you Glend No nor you shall not Hotsp Who shall say me nay Glend Why that will I. Hotsp Let me not vnderstand you then speake it in Welsh Glend I can speake English Lord as well as you For I was trayn'd vp in the English Court Where being but young I framed to the Harpe Many an English Dittie louely well And gaue the Tongue a helpefull Ornament A Vertue that was neuer seene in you Hotsp Marry and I am glad of it with all my heart I had rather be a Kitten and cry mew Then one of these same Meeter Ballad-mongers I had rather heare a Brazen Candlestick turn'd Or a dry Wheele grate on the Axle-tree And that would set my teeth nothing an edge Nothing so much as mincing Poetrie 'T is like the forc't gate of a shuffling Nagge Glend Come you shall haue Trent turn'd Hotsp I doe not care I le giue thrice so much Land To any well-deseruing friend But in the way of Bargaine marke ye me I le cauill on the ninth part of a hayre Are the Indentures drawne shall we be gone Glend The Moone shines faire You may away by Night I le haste the Writer and withall Breake with your Wiues of your departure hence I am afraid my Daughter will runne madde So much she doteth on her Mortimer Exit Mort. Fie Cousin Percy how you crosse my Father Hotsp I cannot chuse sometime he angers me With telling me of the Moldwarpe and the Ant Of the Dreamer Merlin and his Prophecies And of a Dragon and a finne-lesse Fish A clip-wing'd Griffin and a moulten Rauen A couching Lyon and a ramping Cat And such a deale of skimble-skamble Stuffe As puts me from my Faith I tell you what He held me last Night at least nine howres In reckning vp the seuerall Deuils Names That were his Lacqueyes I cry'd hum and well goe too But mark'd him not a word O he is as tedious As a tyred Horse a rayling Wife Worse then a smoakie House I had rather liue With Cheese and Garlick in a Windmill farre Then feede on Cates and haue him talke to me In any Summer-House in Christendome Mort. In faith he was a worthy Gentleman Exceeding well read and profited In strange Concealements Valiant as a Lyon and wondrous affable And as bountifull as Mynes of India Shall I tell you Cousin He holds your temper in a high respect And curbes himselfe euen of his naturall scope When you doe crosse his humor 'faith he does I warrant you that man is not aliue Might so haue tempted him as you haue done Without the taste of danger and reproofe But doe not vse it oft let me entreat you Worc. In faith my Lord you are too wilfull blame And since your comming hither haue done enough To put him quite besides his patience You must needes learne Lord to amend this fault Though sometimes it shew Greatnesse Courage Blood And that 's the dearest grace it renders you Yet oftentimes it doth present harsh Rage Defect of Manners want of Gouernment Pride Haughtinesse Opinion and Disdaine The least of which haunting a Nobleman Loseth mens hearts and leaues behinde a stayne Vpon the beautie of all parts besides Beguiling them of commendation Hotsp Well I am school'd Good-manners be your speede Heere
would haue bought me Lights as good cheape as the dearest Chandlers in Europe I haue maintain'd that Salamander of yours with fire any time this two and thirtie yeeres Heauen reward me for it Bard. I would my Face were in your Belly Falst. So should I be sure to be heart-burn'd Enter Hostesse How now Dame Partlet the Hen haue you enquir'd yet who pick'd my Pocket Hostesse Why Sir Iohn what doe you thinke Sir Iohn doe you thinke I keepe Theeues in my House I haue search'd I haue enquired so haz my Husband Man by Man Boy by Boy Seruant by Seruant the tight of a hayre was neuer lost in my house before Falst Ye lye Hostesse Bardolph was shau'd and lost many a hayre and I le be sworne my Pocket was pick'd goe to you are a Woman goe Hostesse Who I I defie thee I was neuer call'd so in mine owne house before Falst Goe to I know you well enough Hostesse No Sir Iohn you doe not know me Sir Iohn I know you Sir Iohn you owe me Money Sir Iohn and now you picke a quarrell to beguile me of it I bought you a dozen of Shirts to your Backe Falst Doulas filthy Doulas I haue giuen them away to Bakers Wiues and they haue made Boulters of them Hostesse Now as I am a true Woman Holland of eight shillings an Ell You owe Money here besides Sir Iohn for your Dyet and by-Drinkings and Money lent you foure and twentie pounds Falst Hee had his part of it let him pay Hostesse Hee alas hee is poore hee hath nothing Falst How Poore Looke vpon his Face What call you Rich Let them coyne his Nose let them coyne his Cheekes I le not pay a Denier What will you make a Yoâ—ker of me Shall I not take mine ease in mine Inne but I shall haue my Pocket pick'd I haue lost a Seale-Ring of my Grand-fathers worth fortie Marke Hostesse I haue heard the Prince tell him I know not how oft that that Ring was Copper Falst How the Prince is a Iacke a Sneake-Cuppe and if hee were heere I would cudgell him like a Dogge if hee would say so Enter the Prince marching and Falstaffe meets him playing on his Trunchion like a Fife Falst How now Lad is the Winde in that Doore Must we all march Bard. Yea two and two Newgate fashion Hostesse My Lord I pray you heare me Prince What say'st thou Mistresse Quickly How does thy Husband I loue him well hee is an honest man Hostesse Good my Lord heare mee Falst Prethee let her alone and lift to mee Prince What say'st thou Iacke Falst The other Night I fell asleepe heere behind the Arras and had my Pocket pickt this House is turn'd Bawdy-house they picke Pockets Prince What didst thou lose Iacke Falst Wilt thou beleeue me Hal Three or foure Bonds of fortie pound apeece and a Seale-Ring of my Grandfathers Prince A Trifle some eight-penny matter Host So I told him my Lord and I said I heard your Grace say so and my Lord hee speakes most vilely of you like a foule-mouth'd man as hee is and said hee would cudgell you Prince What hee did not Host There 's neyther Faith Truth nor Woman-hood in me else Falst There 's no more faith in thee then a stu'de Prune nor no more truth in thee then in a drawne Fox and for Wooman-hood Maid-marian may be the Deputies wife of the Ward to thee Go you nothing go Host Say what thing what thing Falst What thing why a thing to thanke heauen on Host I am no thing to thanke heauen on I wold thou shouldst know it I am an honest mans wife and setting thy Knighthood aside thou art a knaue to call me so Falst Setting thy woman-hood aside thou art a beast to say otherwise Host Say what beast thou knaue thou Fal. What beast Why an Otter Prin. An Otter sir Iohn Why an Otter Fal. Why She 's neither fish nor flesh a man knowes not where to haue her Host Thou art vniust man in saying so thou or anie man knowes where to haue me thou knaue thou Prince Thou say'st true Hostesse and he slanders thee most grossely Host So he doth you my Lord and sayde this other day You ought him a thousand pound Prince Sirrah do I owe you a thousand pound Falst A thousand pound Hal A Million Thy loue is worth a Million thou ow'st me thy loue Host Nay my Lord he call'd you Iacke and said hee would cudgell you Fal. Did I Bardolph Bar. Indeed Sir Iohn you said so Fal. Yea if he said my Ring was Copper Prince I say 't is Copper Dar'st thou bee as good as thy word now Fal. Why Hal thou know'st as thou art but a man I dare but as thou art a Prince I feare thee as I feare the roaring of the Lyons Whelpe Prince And why not as the Lyon Fal. The King himselfe is to bee feared as the Lyon Do'st thou thinke I le feare thee as I feare thy Father nay if I do let my Girdle breake Prin. O if it should how would thy guttes fall about thy knees But sirra There 's no roome for Faith Truth nor Honesty in this bosome of thine it is all fill'd vppe with Guttes and Midriffe Charge an honest Woman with picking thy pocket Why thou horson impudent imbost Rascall if there were any thing in thy Pocket but Tauerne Recknings Memorandums of Bawdie-houses and one poore peny-worth of Sugar-candie to make thee long-winded if thy pocket were enrich'd with anie other iniuries but these I am a Villaine And yet you will stand to it you will not Pocket vp wrong Art thou not asham'd Fal. Do'st thou heare Hal Thou know'st in the state of Innocency Adam fell and what should poore Iacke Falstaffe do in the dayes of Villany Thou seest I haue more flesh then another man and therefore more frailty You confesse then you pickt my Pocket Prin. It appeares so by the Story Fal. Hostesse I forgiue thee Go make ready Breakfast loue thy Husband Looke to thy Seruants and cherish thy Guests Thou shalt find me tractable to any honest reason Thou seest I am pacified still Nay I prethee be gone Exit Hostesse Now Hal to the newes at Court for the Robbery Lad How is that answered Prin. O my sweet Beefe I must still be good Angell to thee The Monie is paid backe againe Fal. O I do not like that paying backe 't is a double Labour Prin. I am good Friends with my Father and may do anything Fal. Rob me the Exchequer the first thing thou do'st and do it with vnwash'd hands too Bard. Do my Lord. Prin. I haue procured thee Iacke a Charge of Foot Fal. I would it had beene of Horse Where shal I finde one that can steale well O for a fine theefe of two and twentie or thereabout I am heynously vnprouided Wel God be thanked for these Rebels they offend none but the Vertuous I laud them I praise them Prin. Bardolph Bar. My
teares of Innocencie and tearmes of Zeale My Father in kinde heart and pitty mou'd Swore him assistance and perform'd it too Now when the Lords and Barons of the Realme Perceiu'd Northumberland did leane to him The more and lesse came in with Cap and Knee Met him in Boroughs Cities Villages Attended him on Bridges stood in Lanes Layd Gifts before him proffer'd him their Oathes Gaue him their Heires as Pages followed him Euen at the heeles in golden multitudes He presently as Greatnesse knowes it selfe Steps me a little higher then his Vow Made to my Father while his blood was poore Vpon the naked shore at Rauenspurgh And now forsooth takes on him to reforme Some certaine Edicts and some strait Decrees That lay too heauie on the Common-wealth Cryes out vpon abuses seemes to weepe Ouer his Countries Wrongs and by this Face This seeming Brow of Iustice did he winne The hearts of all that hee did angle for Proceeded further cut me off the Heads Of all the Fauorites that the absent King In deputation left behinde him heere When hee was personall in the Irish Warre Blunt Tut I came not to heare this Hotsp Then to the point In short time after hee depos'd the King Soone after that depriu'd him of his Life And in the neck of that task't the whole State To make that worse suffer'd his Kinsman March Who is if euery Owner were plac'd Indeede his King to be engag'd in Wales There without Ransome to lye forfeited Disgrac'd me in my happie Victories Sought to intrap me by intelligence Rated my Vnckle from the Councell-Boord In rage dismiss'd my Father from the Court Broke Oath on Oath committed Wrong on Wrong And in conclusion droue vs to seeke out This Head of safetie and withall to prie Into his Title the which wee finde Too indirect for long continuance Blunt Shall I returne this answer to the King Hotsp Not so Sir Walter Wee 'le with-draw a while Goe to the King and let there be impawn'd Some suretie for a safe returne againe And in the Morning early shall my Vnckle Bring him our purpose and so farewell Blunt I would you would accept of Grace and Loue. Hotsp And 't may be so wee shall Blunt Pray Heauen you doe Exeunt Scena Quarta Enter the Arch-Bishop of Yorke and Sir Michell Arch. Hie good Sir Michell beare this sealed Briefe With winged haste to the Lord Marshall This to my Cousin Scroope and all the rest To whom they are directed If you knew how much they doe Import You would make haste Sir Mich. My good Lord I guesse their tenor Arch. Like enough you doe To morrow good Sir Michell is a day Wherein the fortune of ten thousand men Must bide the touch For Sir at Shrewsbury As I am truly giuen to vnderstand The King with mightie and quick-raysed Power Meetes with Lord Harry and I feare Sir Michell What with the sicknesse of Northumberland Whose Power was in the first proportion And what with Owen Glendowers absence thence Who with them was rated firmely too And comes not in ouer-rul'd by Prophecies I feare the Power of Percy is too weake To wage an instant tryall with the King Sir Mich. Why my good Lord you need not feare There is Dowglas and Lord Mortimer Arch. No Mortimer is not there Sir Mich. But there is Mordake Vernon Lord Harry Percy And there is my Lord of Worcester And a Head of gallant Warriors Noble Gentlemen Arch. And so there is but yet the King hath drawne The speciall head of all the Land together The Prince of Wales Lord Iohn of Lancaster The Noble Westmerland and warlike Blunt And many moe Corriuals and deare men Of estimation and command in Armes Sir M. Doubt not my Lord he shall be well oppos'd Arch. I hope no lesse Yet needfull 't is to feare And to preuent the worst Sir Michell speed For if Lord Percy thriue not ere the King Dismisse his power he meanes to visit vs For he hath heard of our Confederacie And 't is but Wisedome to make strong against him Therefore make hast I must go write againe To other Friends and so farewell Sir Michell Exeunt Actus Quintus Scena Prima Enter the King Prince of Wales Lord Iohn of Lancaster Earle of Westmerland Sir Walter Blunt and Falstaffe King How bloodily the Sunne begins to peere Aboue you busky hill the day lookes pale At his distemperature Prin. The Southerne winde Doth play the Trumpet to his purposes And by his hollow whistling in the Leaues Fortels a Tempest and a blust'ring day King Then with the losers let it sympathize For nothing can seeme foule to those that win The Trumpet sounds Enter Worcester King How now my Lord of Worster 'T is not well That you and I should meet vpon such tearmes As now we meet You haue deceiu'd our trust And made vs doffe our easie Robes of Peace To crush our old limbes in vngentle Steele This is not well my Lord this is not well What say you to it Will you againe vnknit This churlish knot of all-abhorred Warre And moue in that obedient Orbe againe Where you did giue a faire and naturall light And be no more an exhall'd Meteor A prodigie of Feare and a Portent Of broached Mischeefe to the vnborne Times Wor. Heare me my Liege For mine owne part I could be well content To entertaine the Lagge-end of my life With quiet houres For I do protest I haue not sought the day of this dislike King You haue not sought it how comes it then Fal. Rebellion lay in his way and he found it Prin. Peace Chewet peace Wor. It pleas'd your Maiesty to turne your lookes Of Fauour from my Selfe and all our House And yet I must remember you my Lord We were the first and dearest of your Friends For you my staffe of Office did I breake In Richards time and poasted day and night To meete you on the way and kisse your hand When yet you were in place and in account Nothing so strong and fortunate as I It was my Selfe my Brother and his Sonne That brought you home and boldly did out-dare The danger of the time You swore to vs And you did sweare that Oath at Doncaster That you did nothing of purpose ' gainst the State Nor claime no further then your new-falne right The seate of Gaunt Dukedome of Lancaster To this we sware our aide But in short space It rain'd downe Fortune showring on your head And such a floud of Greatnesse fell on you What with our helpe what with the absent King What with the iniuries of wanton time The seeming sufferances that you had borne And the contrarious Windes that held the King So long in the vnlucky Irish Warres That all in England did repute him dead And from this swarme of faire aduantages You tooke occasion to be quickly woo'd To gripe the generall sway into your hand Forgot your Oath to vs at Doncaster And being fed by vs you vs'd vs so
heare Of any Prince so wilde at Liberty But be he as he will yet once ere night I will imbrace him with a Souldiers arme That he shall shrinke vnder my curtesie Arme arme with speed And Fellow 's Soldiers Friends Better consider what you haue to do That I that haue not well the gift of Tongue Can lift your blood vp with perswasion Enter a Messenger Mes My Lord heere are Letters for you Hot. I cannot reade them now O Gentlemen the time of life is short To spend that shortnesse basely were too long If life did ride vpon a Dials point Still ending at the arriuall of an houre And if we liue we liue to treade on Kings If dye braue death when Princes dye with vs. Now for our Consciences the Armes is faire When the intent for bearing them is iust Enter another Messenger Mes My Lord prepare the King comes on apace Hot. I thanke him that he cuts me from my tale For I professe not talking Onely this Let each man do his best And heere I draw a Sword Whose worthy temper I intend to staine With the best blood that I can meete withall In the aduenture of this perillous day Now Esperance Percy and set on Sound all the lofty Instruments of Warre And by that Musicke let vs all imbrace For heauen to earth some of vs neuer shall A second time do such a curtesie They embrace the Trumpets sound the King entereth with his power alarum vnto the battell Then enter Dowglas and Sir Walter Blunt Blu. What is thy name that in battel thus y u crossest me What honor dost thou seeke vpon my head Dow. Know then my name is Dowglas And I do haunt thee in the battell thus Because some tell me that thou art a King Blunt They tell thee true Dow. The Lord of Stafford deere to day hath bought Thy likenesse for insted of thee King Harry This Sword hath ended him so shall it thee Vnlesse thou yeeld thee as a Prisoner Blu. I was not borne to yeeld thou haughty Scot And thou shalt finde a King that will reuenge Lords Staffords death Fight Blunt is slaine then enters Hotspur Hot. O Dowglas hadst thou fought at Holmedon thus I neuer had triumphed o're a Scot. Dow. All 's done all 's won here breathles lies the king Hot. Where Dow. Heere Hot. This Dowglas No I know this face full well A gallant Knight he was his name was Blunt Semblably furnish'd like the King himselfe Dow. Ah foole go with thy soule whether it goes A borrowed Title hast thou bought too deere Why didst thou tell me that thou wer 't a King Hot. The King hath many marching in his Coats Dow. Now by my Sword I will kill all his Coates I le murder all his Wardrobe peece by peece Vntill I meet the King Hot. Vp and away Our Souldiers stand full fairely for the day Exeunt Alarum and enter Falstaffe solus Fal. Though I could scape shot-free at London I fear the shot heere here 's no scoring but vpon the pate Soft who are you Sir Walter Blunt there 's Honour for you here 's no vanity I am as hot as molten Lead and as heauy too heauen keepe Lead out of mee I neede no more weight then mine owne Bowelles I haue led my rag of Muffins where they are pepper'd there 's not three of my 150. left aliue and they for the Townes end to beg during life But who comes heere Enter the Prince Pri. What stand'st thou idle here Lend me thy sword Many a Nobleman likes starke and stiffe Vnder the hooues of vaunting enemies Whose deaths are vnreuengâ—d Prethy lend me thy sword Fal. O Hal I prethee giue me leaue to breath awhile Turke Gregory neuer did such deeds in Armes as I haue done this day I haue paid Percy I haue made him sure Prin. He is indeed and liuing to kill thee I prethee lend me thy sword Falst Nay Hal if Percy bee aliue thou getst not my Sword but take my Pistoll if thou wilt Prin. Giue it me What is it in the Case Fal. I Hal 't is hot There 's that will Sacke a City The Prince drawes out a Bottle of Sacke Prin. What is it a time to iest and dally now Exit Throwes it at him Fal. If Percy be aliue I le pierce him if he do come in my way so if he do not if I come in his willingly let him make a Carbonado of me I like not such grinning honour as Sir Walter hath Giue mee life which if I can saue so if not honour comes vnlook'd for and ther 's an end Exit Scena Tertia Alarum excursions enter the King the Prince Lord Iohn of Lancaster and Earle of Westmerland King I prethee Harry withdraw thy selfe thou bleedest too much Lord Iohn of Lancaster go you with him P. Ioh. Not I my Lord vnlesse I did bleed too Prin. I beseech your Maiesty make vp Least you retirement do amaze your friends King I will do so My Lord of Westmerland leade him to his Tent. West Come my Lord I le leade you to your Tent. Prin. Lead me my Lord I do not need your helpe And heauen forbid a shallow scratch should driue The Prince of Wales from such a field as this Where stain'd Nobility lyes troden on And Rebels Armes triumph in massacres Ioh. We breath too long Come cosin Westmerland Our duty this way lies for heauens sake come Prin. By heauen thou hast deceiu'd me Lancaster I did not thinke thee Lord of such a spirit Before I lou'd thee as a Brother Iohn But now I do respect thee as my Soule King I saw him hold Lord Percy at the point With lustier maintenance then I did looke for Of such an vngrowne Warriour Prin. O this Boy lends mettall to vs all Exit Enter Dowglas Dow. Another King They grow like Hydra's heads I am the Dowglas fatall to all those That weare those colours on them What art thou That counterfeit'st the person of a King King The King himselfe who Dowglas grieues at hart So many of his shadowes thou hast met And not the very King I haue two Boyes Seeke Percy and thy selfe about the Field But seeing thou fall'st on me so luckily I will assay thee so defend thy selfe Dow. I feare thou art another counterfeit And yet infaith thou bear'st thee like a King But mine I am sure thou art whoere thou be And thus I win thee They fight the K. being in danger Enter Prince Prin. Hold vp they head vile Scot or thou art like Neuer to hold it vp againe the Spirits Of valiant Sherly Stafford Blunt are in my Armes It is the Prince of Wales that threatens thee Who neuer promiseth but he meanes to pay They Fight Dowglas flyeth Cheerely My Lord how fare's your Grace Sir Nicholas Gawsey hath for succour sent And so hath Clifton I le to Clifton straight King Stay and breath awhile Thou hast redeem'd thy lost opinion And shew'd thou mak'st some
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
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
or in the present Time That you should haue an ynch of any ground To build a Griefe on were you not restor'd To all the Duke of Norfolkes Seignories Your Noble and right well-remembred Fathers Mow. What thing in Honor had my Father lost That need to be reuiu'd and breath'd in me The King that lou'd him as the State stood then Was forc'd perforce compell'd to banish him And then that Henry Bullingbrooke and hee Being mounted and both rowsed in their Seates Their neighing Coursers daring of the Spurre Their armed Staues in charge their Beauers downe Their eyes of fire sparkling through sights of Steele And the lowd Trumpet blowing them together Then then when there was nothing could haue stay'd My Father from the Breast of Bullingbrooke O when the King did throw his Warder downe His owne Life hung vpon the Staffe hee threw Then threw hee downe himselfe and all their Liues That by Indictment and by dint of Sword Haue since mis-carryed vnder Bullingbrooke West You speak Lord Mowbray now you know not what The Earle of Hereford was reputed then In England the most valiant Gentleman Who knowes on whom Fortune would then haue smil'd But if your Father had beene Victor there Hee ne're had borne it out of Couentry For all the Countrey in a generall voyce Cry'd hate vpon him and all their prayers and loue Were set on Herford whom they doted on And bless'd and grac'd and did more then the King But this is meere digression from my purpose Here come I from our Princely Generall To know your Griefes to tell you from his Grace That hee will giue you Audience and wherein It shall appeare that your demands are iust You shall enioy them euery thing set off That might so much as thinke you Enemies Mow. But hee hath forc'd vs to compell this Offer And it proceedes from Pollicy not Loue. West Mowbray you ouer-weene to take it so This Offer comes from Mercy not from Feare For loe within a Ken our Army lyes Vpon mine Honor all too confident To giue admittance to a thought of feare Our Battaile is more full of Names then yours Our Men more perfect in the vse of Armes Our Armor all as strong our Cause the best Then Reason will our hearts should be as good Say you not then our Offer is compell'd Mow. Well by my will wee shall admit no Parley West That argues but the shame of your offence A rotten Case abides no handling Hast Hath the Prince Iohn a full Commission In very ample vertue of his Father To heare and absolutely to determine Of what Conditions wee shall stand vpon West That is intended in the Generals Name I muse you make so slight a Question Bish Then take my Lord of Westmerland this Schedule For this containes our generall Grieuances Each seuerall Article herein redress'd All members of our Cause both here and hence That are insinewed to this Action Acquitted by a true substantiall forme And present execution of our wills To vs and to our purposes confin'd Wee come within our awfull Banks againe And knit our Powers to the Arme of Peace West This will I shew the Generall Please you Lords In sight of both our Battailes wee may meete At either end in peace which Heauen so frame Or to the place of difference call the Swords Which must decide it Bish My Lord wee will doe so Mow. There is a thing within my Bosome tells me That no Conditions of our Peace can stand Hast. Feare you not that if wee can make our Peace Vpon such large termes and so absolute As our Conditions shall consist vpon Our Peace shall stand as firme as Rockie Mountaines Mow. I but our valuation shall be such That euery slight and false-deriued Cause Yea euery idle nice and wanton Reason Shall to the King taste of this Action That were our Royall faiths Martyrs in Loue Wee shall be winnowed with so rough a winde That euen our Corne shall seeme as light as Chaffe And good from bad finde no partition Bish No no my Lord note this the King is wearie Of daintie and such picking Grieuances For hee hath found to end one doubt by Death Reuiues two greater in the Heires of Life And therefore will hee wipe his Tables cleane And keepe no Tell-tale to his Memorie That may repeat and Historie his losse To new remembrance For full well hee knowes Hee cannot so precisely weede this Land As his mis-doubts present occasion His foes are so en-rooted with his friends That plucking to vnfixe an Enemie Hee doth vnfasten so and shake a friend So that this Land like an offensiue wife That hath enrag'd him on to offer strokes As he is striking holds his Infant vp And hangs resolu'd Correction in the Arme That was vprear'd to execution Hast Besides the King hath wasted all his Rods On late Offenders that he now doth lacke The very Instruments of Chasticement So that his power like to a Fanglesse Lion May offer but not hold Bish 'T is very true And therefore be assur'd my good Lord Marshal If we do now make our attonement well Our Peace will like a broken Limbe vnited Grow stronger for the breaking Mow. Be it so Heere is return'd my Lord of Westmerland Enter Westmerland West The Prince is here at hand pleaseth your Lordship To meet his Grace iust distance 'tweene our Armies Mow. Your Grace of Yorke in heauen's name then forward Bish Before and greet his Grace my Lord we come Enter Prince Iohn Iohn You are wel encountred here my cosin Mowbray Good day to you gentle Lord Archbishop And so to you Lord Hastings and to all My Lord of Yorke it better shew'd with you When that your Flocke assembled by the Bell Encircled you to heare with reuerence Your exposition on the holy Text Then now to see you heere an Iron man Chearing a rowt of Rebels with your Drumme Turning the Word to Sword and Life to death That man that sits within a Monarches heart And ripens in the Sunne-shine of his fauor Would hee abuse the Countenance of the King Alack what Mischiefes might hee set abroach In shadow of such Greatnesse With you Lord Bishop It is euen so Who hath not heard it spoken How deepe you were within the Bookes of Heauen To vs the Speaker in his Parliament To vs th' imagine Voyce of Heauen it selfe The very Opener and Intelligencer Betweene the Grace the Sanctities of Heauen And our dull workings O who shall beleeue But you mis-vse the reuerence of your Place Employ the Countenance and Grace of Heauen As a false Fauorite doth his Princes Name In deedes dis-honorable You haue taken vp Vnder the counterfeited Zeale of Heauen The Subiects of Heauens Substitute my Father And both against the Peace of Heauen and him Haue here vp-swarmed them Bish Good my Lord of Lancaster I am not here against your Fathers Peace But as I told my Lord of Westmerland The Time mis-order'd doth in common sence
Knight Samingo Is' t not so Fal. 'T is so Sil. Is' t so Why then say an old man can do somwhat Dau. If it please your Worshippe there 's one Pistoll come from the Court with newes Fal. From the Court Let him come in Enter Pistoll How now Pistoll Pist Sir Iohn ' saue you sir Fal. What winde blew you hither Pistoll Pist Not the ill winde which blowes none to good sweet Knight Thou art now one of the greatest men in the Realme Sil. Indeed I thinke he bee but Goodman Puffe of Barson Pist. Puffe puffe in thy teeth most recreant Coward base Sir Iohn I am thy Pistoll and thy Friend helter skelter haue I rode to thee and tydings do I bring and luckie ioyes and golden Times and happie Newes of price Fal. I prethee now deliuer them like a man of this World Pist A footra for the World and Worldlings base I speake of Affrica and Golden ioyes Fal. O base Assyrian Knight what is thy newes Let King Couitha know the truth thereof Sil. And Robin-hood Scarlet and Iohn Pist Shall dunghill Curres confront the Hellicons And shall good newes be baffel'd Then Pistoll lay thy head in Furies lappe Shal. Honest Gentleman I know not your breeding Pist Why then Lament therefore Shal. Giue me pardon Sir If sir you come with news from the Court I take it there is but two wayes either to vtter them or to conceale them I am Sir vnder the King in some Authority Pist Vnder which King Bezonian speake or dye Shal. Vnder King Harry Pist Harry the Fourth or Fift Shal. Harry the Fourth Pist A footra for thine Office Sir Iohn thy tender Lamb-kinne now is King Harry the Fift's the man I speake the truth When Pistoll lyes do this and figge-me like The bragging Spaniard Fal. What is the old King dead Pist As naile in doore The things I speake are iust Fal. Away Bardolfe Sadle my Horse Master Robert Shallow choose what Office thou wilt In the Land 't is thine Pistol I will double charge thee With Dignities Bard. O ioyfull day I would not take a Knighthood for my Fortune Pist What I do bring good newes Fal. Carrie Master Silence to bed Master Shallow my Lord Shallow be what thou wilt I am Fortunes Steward Get on thy Boots wee I ride all night Oh sweet Pistoll Away Bardolfe Come Pistoll vtter more to mee and withall deuise something to do thy selfe good Boote boote Master Shallow I know the young King is sick for mee Let vs take any mans Horsfes The Lawes of England are at my command'ment Happie are they which haue beene my Friendes and woe vnto my Lord Chiefe Iustice Pist Let Vultures vil'de seize on his Lungs also Where is the life that late I led say they Why heere it is welcome those pleasant dayes Exeunt Scena Quarta Enter Hostesse Quickly Dol Teare-sheete and Beadles Hostesse No thou arrant knaue I would I might dy that I might haue thee hang'd Thou hast drawne my shoulder out of ioynt Off. The Constables haue deliuer'd her ouer to mee and shee shall haue Whipping cheere enough I warrant her There hath beene a man or two lately kill'd about her Dol. Nut-hooke nut-hooke you Lye Come on I le tell thee what thou damn'd Tripe-visag'd Rascall if the Childe I now go with do miscarrie thou had'st better thou had'st strooke thy Mother thou Paper-fac'd Villaine Host O that Sir Iohn were come hee would make this a bloody day to some body But I would the Fruite of her Wombe might miscarry Officer If it do you shall haue a dozen of Cushions againe you haue but eleuen now Come I charge you both go with me for the man is dead that you and Pistoll beate among you Dol. I le tell thee what thou thin man in a Censor I will haue you as soundly swindg'd for this you blew-Bottel'd Rogue you filthy famish'd Correctioner if you be not swing'd I le forsweare halfe Kirtles Off. Come come you shee-Knight-arrant come Host O that right should thus o'recome might Wel of sufferance comes ease Dol. Come you Rogue come Bring me to a Iustice Host Yes come you staru'd Blood-hound Dol. Goodman death goodman Bones Host Thou Anatomy thou Dol. Come you thinne Thing Come you Rascall Off. Very well Exeunt Scena Quinta Enter two Groomes 1. Groo. More Rushes more Rushes 2. Groo. The Trumpets haue sounded twice 1. Groo. It will be two of the Clocke ere they come from the Coronation Exit Groo. Enter Falstaffe Shallow Pistoll Bardolfe and Page Falstaffe Stand heere by me M. Robert Shallow I will make the King do you Grace I will leere vpon him as he comes by and do but marke the countenance that hee will giue me Pistol Blesse thy Lungs good Knight Falst Come heere Pistol stand behind me O if I had had time to haue made new Liueries I would haue bestowed the thousand pound I borrowed of you But it is no matter this poore shew doth better this doth inferre the zeale I had to see him Shal. It doth so Falst It shewes my earnestnesse in affection Pist It doth so Fal. My deuotion Pist It doth it doth it doth Fal. As it were to ride day and night And not to deliberate not to remember Not to haue patience to shift me Shal. It is most certaine Fal. But to stand stained with Trauaile and sweating with desire to see him thinking of nothing else putting all affayres in obliuion as if there were nothing els to bee done but to see him Pist 'T is semper idem for obsque hoc nihil est 'T is all in euery part Shal. 'T is so indeed Pist My Knight I will enflame thy Noble Liuer and make thee rage Thy Dol and Helen of thy noble thoghts is in base Durance and contagious prison Hall'd thither by most Mechanicall and durty hand Rowze vppe Reuenge from Ebon den with fell Alecto's Snake for Dol is in Pistol speakes nought but troth Fal. I will deliuer her Pistol There roar'd the Sea and Trumpet Clangour sounds The Trumpets sound Enter King Henrie the Fift Brothers Lord Chiefe Iustice Falst Saue thy Grace King Hall my Royall Hall Pist The heauens thee guard and keepe most royall Impe of Fame Fal. ' Saue thee my sweet Boy King My Lord Chiefe Iustice speake to that vaine man Ch. Iust Haue you your wits Know you what 't is you speake Falst My King my Ioue I speake to thee my heart King I know thee not old man Fall to thy Prayers How ill white haires become a Foole and Iester I haue long dream'd of such a kinde of man So surfeit-swell'd so old and so prophane But being awake I do despise my dreame Make lesse thy body hence and more thy Grace Leaue gourmandizing Know the Graue doth gape For thee thrice wider then for other men Reply not to me with a Foole-borne Iest Presume not that I am the thing I was For heauen doth know so shall the world perceiue That
your Highnesse and yet punish too Grey Sir you shew great mercy if you giue him life After the taste of much correction King Alas your too much loue and care of me Are heauy Orisons ' gainst this poore wretch If little faults proceeding on distemper Shall not be wink'd at how shall we stretch our eye When capitall crimes chew'd swallow'd and digested Appeare before vs Wee 'l yet inlarge that man Though Cambridge Scroope and Gray in their deere care And tender preseruation of our person Wold haue him punish'd And now to our French causes Who are the late Commissioners Cam. I one my Lord Your Highnesse bad me aske for it to day Scro. So did you me my Liege Gray And I my Royall Soueraigne King Then Richard Earle of Cambridge there is yours There yours Lord Scroope of Masham and Sir Knight Gray of Northumberland this same is yours Reade them and know I know your worthinesse My Lord of Westmerland and Vnkle Exeter We will aboord to night Why how now Gentlemen What see you in those papers that you loose So much complexion Looke ye how they change Their cheekes are paper Why what reade you there That haue so cowarded and chac'd your blood Out of apparance Cam. I do confesse my fault And do submit me to your Highnesse mercy Gray Scro. To which we all appeale King The mercy that was quicke in vs but late By your owne counsaile is supprest and kill'd You must not dare for shame to talke of mercy For your owne reasons turne into your bosomes As dogs vpon their maisters worrying you See you my Princes and my Noble Peeres These English monsters My Lord of Cambridge heere You know how apt our loue was to accord To furnish with all appertinents Belonging to his Honour and this man Hath for a few light Crownes lightly conspir'd And sworne vnto the practises of France To kill vs heere in Hampton To the which This Knight no lesse for bounty bound to Vs Then Cambridge is hath likewise sworne But O What shall I say to thee Lord Scroope thou cruell Ingratefull sauage and inhumane Creature Thou that didst beare the key of all my counsailes That knew'st the very bottome of my soule That almost might'st haue coyn'd me into Golde Would'st thou haue practis'd on me for thy vse May it be possible that forraigne hyer Could out of thee extract one sparke of euill That might annoy my finger 'T is so strange That though the truth of it stands off as grosse As blacke and white my eye will scarsely see it Treason and murther euer kept together As two yoake diuels sworne to eythers purpose Working so grossely in an naturall cause That admiration did not hoope at them But thou gainst all proportion didst bring in Wonder to waite on reason and on murther And whatsoeuer cunning fiend it was That wrought vpon thee so preposterously Hath got the voyce in hell for excellence And other diuels that suggest by treasons Do botch and bungle vp damnation With patches colours and with formes being fetcht From glist'ring semblances of piety But he that temper'd thee bad thee stand vp Gaue thee no instance why thou shouldst do treason Vnlesse to dub thee with the name of Traitor If that same Daemon that hath gull'd thee thus Should with his Lyon-gate walke the whole world He might returne to vastie Tartar backe And tell the Legions I can neuer win A soule so easie as that Englishmans Oh how hast thou with iealousie infected The sweetnesse of affiance Shew men dutifull Why so didst thou seeme they graue and learned Why so didst thou Come they of Noble Family Why so didst thou Seeme they religious Why so didst thou Or are they spare in diet Free from grosse passion or of mirth or anger Constant in spirit not sweruing with the blood Garnish'd and deck'd in modest complement Not working with the eye without the eare And but in purged iudgement trusting neither Such and so finely boulted didst thou seeme And thus thy fall hath left a kinde of blot To make thee full fraught man and best indued With some suspition I will weepe for thee For this reuolt of thine me thinkes is like Another fall of Man Their faults are open Arrest them to the answer of the Law And God acquit them of their practises Exe. I arrest thee of High Treason by the name of Richard Earle of Cambridge I arrest thee of High Treason by the name of Thomas Lord Scroope of Marsham I arrest thee of High Treason by the name of Thomas Grey Knight of Northumberland Scro. Our purposes God iustly hath discouer'd And I repent my fault more then my death Which I beseech your Highnesse to forgiue Although my body pay the price of it Cam. For me the Gold of France did not seduce Although I did admit it as a motiue The sooner to effect what I intended But God be thanked for preuention Which in sufferance heartily will reioyce Beseeching God and you to pardon mee Gray Neuer did faithfull subiect more reioyce At the discouery of most dangerous Treason Then I do at this houre ioy ore my selfe Preuented from a damned enterprize My fault but not my body pardon Soueraigne King God quit you in his mercy Hear your sentence You haue conspir'd against Our Royall person Ioyn'd with an enemy proclaim'd and from his Coffers Receyu'd the Golden Earnest of Our death Wherein you would haue sold your King to slaughter His Princes and his Peeres to seruitude His Subiects to oppression and contempt And his whole Kingdome into desolation Touching our person seeke we no reuenge But we our Kingdomes safety must so tender Whose ruine you sought that to her Lawes We do deliuer you Get you therefore hence Poore miserable wretches to your death The taste whereof God of his mercy giue You patience to indure and true Repentance Of all your deare offences Beare them hence Exit Now Lords for France the enterprise whereof Shall be to you as vs like glorious We doubt not of a faire and luckie Warre Since God so graciously hath brought to light This dangerous Treason lurking in our way To hinder our beginnings We doubt not now But euery Rubbe is smoothed on our way Then forth deare Countreymen Let vs deliuer Our Puissance into the hand of God Putting it straight in expedition Chearely to Sea the signes of Warre aduance No King of England if not King of France Flourish Enter Pistoll Nim Bardolph Boy and Hostesse Hostesse ' Prythee honey sweet Husband let me bring thee to Staines Pistoll No for my manly heart doth erne Bardolph be blythe Nim rowse thy vaunting Veines Boy brissle thy Courage vp for Falstaffe hee is dead and wee must erne therefore Bard. Would I were with him wheresomere hee is eyther in Heauen or in Hell Hostesse Nay sure hee 's not in Hell hee 's in Arthurs Bosome if euer man went to Arthurs Bosome a made a finer end and went away and it had
lessen'd and those few I haue Almost no better then so many French Who when they were in health I tell thee Herald I thought vpon one payre of English Legges Did march three Frenchmen Yet forgiue me God That I doe bragge thus this your ayre of France Hath blowne that vice in me I must repent Goe therefore tell thy Master heere I am My Ransome is this frayle and worthlesse Trunke My Army but a weake and sickly Guard Yet God before tell him we will come on Though France himselfe and such another Neighbor Stand in our way There 's for thy labour Mountioy Goe bid thy Master well aduise himselfe If we may passe we will if we be hindred We shall your tawnie ground with your red blood Discolour and so Mountioy fare you well The summe of all our Answer is but this We would not seeke a Battaile as we are Nor as we are we say we will not shun it So tell your Master Mount I shall deliuer so Thankes to your Highnesse Glouc. I hope they will not come vpon vs now King We are in Gods hand Brother not in theirs March to the Bridge â—t now drawes toward night Beyond the Riuer wee 'le encampe our selues And on to morrow bid them march away Exeunt Enter the Constable of France the Lord Ramburs Orleance Dolphin with others Const Tut I haue the best Armour of the World would it were day Orleance You haue an excellent Armour but let my Horse haue his due Const It is the best Horse of Europe Orleance Will it neuer be Morning Dolph My Lord of Orleance and my Lord High Constable you talke of Horse and Armour Orleance You are as well prouided of both as any Prince in the World Dolph What a long Night is this I will not change my Horse with any that treades but on foure postures ch' ha he bounds from the Earth as if his entrayles were hayres le Cheual volante the Pegasus ches les naâ—nes de feu When I bestryde him I soare I am a Hawke he trots the ayre the Earth sings when he touches it the basest horne of his hoose is more Musicall then the Pipe of Hermes Orleance Hee 's of the colour of the Nutmeg Dolph And of the heat of the Ginger It is a Beast for Perseus hee is pure Ayre and Fire and the dull Elements of Earth and Water neuer appeare in him but only in patient stillnesse while his Rider moâ—nts him hee is indeede a Horse and all other Iades you may call Beasts Const Indeed my Lord it is a most absolute and excellent Horse Dolph It is the Prince of Palfrayes his Neigh is like the bidding of a Monarch and his countenance enforces Homage Orleance No more Cousin Dolph Nay the man hath no wit that cannot from the rising of the Larke to the lodging of the Lambe varie deserued prayse on my Palsray it is a Theame as fluent as the Sea Turne the Sands into eloquent tongues and my Horse is argument for them all 't is a subiect for a Soueraigne to reason on and for a Soueraignes Soueraigne to ride on And for the World familiar to vs and vnknowne to lay apart their particular Functions and wonder at him I once writ a Sonnet in his prayse and began thus Wonder of Nature Orleance I haue heard a Sonnet begin so to ones Mistresse Dolph Then did they imitate that which I compos'd to my Courser for my Horse is my Mistresse Orleance Your Mistresse beares well Dolph Me well which is the prescript prayse and perfection of a good and particular Mistresse Const Nay for me thought yesterday your Mistresse shrewdly shooke your back Dolph So perhaps did yours Const Mine was not bridled Dolph O then belike she was old and gentle and you rode like a Kerne of Ireland your French Hose off and in your strait Strossers Const You haue good iudgement in Horsemanship Dolph Be warn'd by me then they that ride so and ride not warily fall into foule Boggs I had rather haue my Horse to my Mistresse Const I had as liue haue my Mistresse a Iade Dolph I tell thee Constable my Mistresse weares his owne hayre Const I could make as true a boast as that if I had a Sow to my Mistresse Dolph Le chien est retourne a son propre vemissement est la leuye lauee au bourbier thou mak'st vse of any thing Const Yet doe I not vse my Horse for my Mistresse or any such Prouerbe so little kin to the purpose Ramb. My Lord Constable the Armour that I saw in your Tent to night are those Starres or Sunnes vpon it Const Starres my Lord. Dolph Some of them will fall to morrow I hope Const And yet my Sky shall not want Dolph That may be for you beare a many superfluously and 't were more honor some were away Const Eu'n as your Horse beares your prayses who would trot as well were some of your bragges dismounted Dolph Would I were able to loade him with his desert Will it neuer be day I will trot to morrow a mile and my way shall be paued with English Faces Const I will not say so for feare I should be fac't out of my way but I would it were morning for I would faine be about the eares of the English Ramb. Who will goe to Hazard with me for twentie Prisoners Const You must first goe your selfe to hazard ere you haue them Dolph 'T is Mid-night I le goe arme my selfe Exit Orleance The Dolphin longs for morning Ramb. He longs to eate the English Const I thinke he will eate all he kills Orleance By the white Hand of my Lady hee 's a gallant Prince Const Sweare by her Foot that she may tread out the Oath Orleance He is simply the most actiue Gentleman of France Const Doing is actiuitie and he will still be doing Orleance He neuer did harme that I heard of Const Nor will doe none to morrow hee will keepe that good name still Orleance I know him to be valiant Const I was told that by one that knowes him better then you Orleance What 's hee Const Marry hee told me so himselfe and hee sayd hee car'd not who knew it Orleance Hee needes not it is no hidden vertue in him Const. By my faith Sir but it is neuer any body saw it but his Lacquey 't is a hooded valour and when it appeares it will bate Orleance Ill will neuer sayd well Const I will cap that Prouerbe with There is flatterie in friendship Orleance And I will take vp that with Giue the Deuill his due Const Well plac't there stands your friend for the Deuill haue at the very eye of that Prouerbe with A Pox of the Deuill Orleance You are the better at Prouerbs by how much a Fooles Bolt is soone shot Const. You haue shot ouer Orleance 'T is not the first time you were ouer-shot Enter a Messenger Mess My Lord high Constable the English lye within fifteene hundred paces of
and fresh Sutes And giue their fasting Horses Prouender And after fight with them Const I stay but for my Guard on To the field I will the Banner from a Trumpet take And vse it for my haste Come come away The Sunne is high and we out-weare the day Exeunt Enter Gloucester Bedford Exeter Erpingham with all his Hoast Salisbury and Westmerland Glouc. Where is the King Bedf. The King himselfe is rode to view their Battaile West Of fighting men they haue full threescore thousand Exe. There 's fiue to one besides they all are fresh Salisb. Gods Arme strike with vs 't is a fearefull oddes God buy ' you Princes all I le to my Charge If we no more meet till we meet in Heauen Then ioyfully my Noble Lord of Bedford My deare Lord Gloucester and my good Lord Exeter And my kind Kinsman Warriors all adieu Bedf. Farwell good Salisbury good luck go with thee And yet I doe thee wrong to mind thee of it For thou art fram'd of the firme truth of valour Exe. Farwell kind Lord fight valiantly to day Bedf He is as full of Valour as of Kindnesse Princely in both Enter the King West O that we now had here But one ten thousand of those men in England That doe no worke to day King What 's he that wishes so My Cousin Westmerland No my faire Cousin If we are markt to dye we are enow To doe our Countrey losse and if to liue The fewer men the greater share of honour Gods will pray thee wish not one man more By Ioue I am not couetous for Gold Nor care I who doth seed vpon my cost It yernes me not if men my Garments weare Such outward things dwell not in my desires But if it be a sinne to couet Honor I am the most offending Soule aliue No 'faith my Couze wish not a man from England Gods peace I would not loose so great an Honor â— one man more me thinkes would share from me â—r the best hope I haue O doe not wish one more â—ther proclaime it Westmerland through my Hoast â—at he which hath no stomack to this fight â—t him depart his Pasport shall be made Aâ—d Crownes for Conuoy put into his Purse We would not dye in that mans companie That feares his fellowship to dye with vs. This day is call'd the Feast of Crispian He that out-liues this day and comes safe home Will stand a tip-toe when this day is named And rowie him at the Name of Crispian He that shall see this day and liue old age Will yeerely on the Vigil feast his neighbours And say to morrow is Saint Crispian Then will he strip his sleeue and shew his skarres Old men forget yet all shall be forgot But hee 'le remember with aduantages What feats he did that day Then shall our Names Familiar in his mouth as household words Harry the King Bedford and Exeter Warwick and Talbot Salisbury and Gloucester Be in their flowing Cups freshly remembred This story shall the good man teach his sonne And Crispine Crispian shall ne're goe by From this day to the ending of the World But we in it shall be remembred We few we happy few we band of brothers For he to day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother be he ne're so vile This day shall gentle his Condition And Gentlemen in England now a bed Shall thinke the â—selues accurst they were not here And hold their Manhoods cheape whiles any speakes That fought with vs vpon Saint Crispines day Enter Salisbury Sal. My Soueraign Lord bestow your selfe with speed The French are brauely in their battailes set And will with all expedience charge on vs. King All things are ready if our minds be so West Perish the man whose mind is backward now King Thou do'st not wish more helpe from England Couze West Gods will my Liege would you and I alone Without more helpe could fight this Royall battaile King Why now thou hast vnwisht fiue thousand men Which likes me better then to wish vs one You know your places God be with you all Tucket Enter Montioy Mont. Once more I come to know of thee King Harry If for thy Ransome thou wilt now compound Before thy most assured Ouerthrow For certainly thou art so neere the Gulfe Thou needs must be englutted Besides in mercy The Constable desires thee thou wilt-mind Thy followers of Repentance that their Soules May make a peacefull and a sweet retyre From off these fields where wretches their poore bodies Must lye and sester King Who hath sent thee now Mont. The Constable of France King I pray thee beare my former Answer back Bid them atchieue me and then sell my bones Good God why should they mock poore fellowes thus The man that once did sell the Lyons skin While the beast liu'd was kill'd with hunting him A many of our bodyes shall no doubt Find Natiue Graues vpon the which I trust Shall witnesse liue in Brasse of this dayes worke And those that leaue their valiant bones in France Dying like men though buryed in your Dunghills They shall be fam'd for there the Sun shall greet them And draw their honors reeking vp to Heauen Leauing their earthly parts to choake your Clyme The smell whereof shall breed a Plague in France Marke then abounding valour in our English That being dead like to the bullets crasing Breake out into a second course of mischiefe Killing in relapse of Mortalitie Let me speake prowdly Tell the Constable We are but Warriors for the working day Our Gaynesse and our Gilt are all besmyrcht With raynie Marching in the painefull field There 's not a piece of feather in our Hoast Good argument I hope we will not flye And time hath worne vs into slouenrie But by the Masse our hearts are in the trim And my poore Souldiers tell me yet ere Night They 'le be in fresher Robes or they will pluck The gay new Coats o're the French Souldiers heads And turne them out of seruice If they doe this As if God please they shall my Ransome then Will soone be leuyed Herauld saue thou thy labour Come thou no more for Ransome gentle Herauld They shall haue none I sweare but these my ioynts Which if they haue as I will leaue vm them Shall yeeld them little tell the Constable Mont. I shall King Harry And so fare thee well Thou neuer shalt heare Herauld any more Exit King I feare thou wilt once more come againe for a Ransome Enter Yorke Yorke My Lord most humbly on my knee I begge The leading of the Vaward King Take it braue Yorke Now Souldiers march away And how thou pleasest God dispose the day Exeunt Alarum Excursions Enter Pistoll French Souldier Boy Pist Yeeld Curre French Ie pense que vous estes le Gentilhome de bon qualitee Pist Qualtitie calmie cuslure me Art thou a Gentleman What is thy Name discusse French O Seigneur Dieu Pist O Signieur Dewe
her then being a Maid yet ros'd ouer with the Virgin Crimson of Modestie if shee deny the apparance of a naked blinde Boy in her naked seeing selfe It were my Lord a hard Condition for a Maid to consigne to King Yet they doe winke and yeeld as Loue is blind and enforces Burg. They are then excus'd my Lord when they see not what they doe King Then good my Lord teach your Cousin to consent winking Burg. I will winke on her to consent my Lord if you will teach her to know my meaning for Maides well Summer'd and warme kept are like Flyes at Bartholomew-tyde blinde though they haue their eyes and then they will endure handling which before would not abide looking on King This Morall tyes me ouer to Time and a hot Summer and so I shall catch the Flye your Cousin in the latter end and shee must be blinde to Burg. As Loue is my Lord before it loues King It is so and you may some of you thanke Loue for my blindnesse who cannot see many a faire French Citie for one faire French Maid that stands in my way French King Yes my Lord you see them perspectiuely the Cities turn'd into a Maid for they are all gyrdled with Maiden Walls that Warre hath entred England Shall Kate be my Wife France So please you England I am content so the Maiden Cities you talke of may wait on her so the Maid that stood in the way for my Wish shall shew me the way to my Will France Wee haue consented to all tearmes of reason England Is' t so my Lords of England West The King hath graunted euery Article His Daughter first and in sequele all According to their firme proposed natures Exet. Onely he hath not yet subscribed this Where your Maiestie demands That the King of France hauing any occasion to write for matter of Graunt shall name your Highnesse in this forme and with this addition in French Nostre trescher filz Henry Roy d' Angleterre Heretere de Fraunce and thus in Latine Praeclarissimus Filius noster Henricus Rex Angliae Heres Franciae France Nor this I haue not Brother so deny'd But your request shall make me let it passe England I pray you then in loue and deare allyance Let that one Article ranke with the rest And thereupon giue me your Daughter France Take her faire Sonne and from her blood rayse vp Issue to me that the contending Kingdomes Of France and England whose very shoares looke pale With enuy of each others happinesse May cease their hatred and this deare Coniunction Plant Neighbour-hood and Christian-like accord In their sweet Bosomes that neuer Warre aduance His bleeding Sword 'twixt England and faire France Lords Amen King Now welcome Kate and beare me witnesse all That here I kisse her as my Soueraigne Queene Flourish Quee. God the best maker of all Marriages Combine your hearts in one your Realmes in one As Man and Wife being two are one in loue So be there 'twixt your Kingdomes such a Spousall That neuer may ill Office or fell Iealousie Which troubles oft the Bed of blessed Marriage Thrust in betweene the Pation of these Kingdomes To make diuorce of their incorporate League That English may as French French Englishmen Receiue each other God speake this Amen All. Amen King Prepare we for our Marriage on which day My Lord of Burgundy wee 'le take your Oath And all the Peeres for suretie of our Leagues Then shall I sweare to Kate and you to me And may our Oathes well kept and prosp'rous be Senet Exeunt Enter Chorus Thus farre with rough and all-vnable Pen Our bending Author hath pursu'd the Story In little roome confining mightie men Mangling by starts the full course of their glory Small time but in that small most greatly liued This Starre of England Fortune made his Sword By which the Worlds best Garden he atchieued And of it left his Sonne Imperiall Lord. Henry the Sixt in Infant Bands crown'd King Of France and England did this King succeed Whose State so many had the managing That they lost France and made his England bleed Which oft our Stage hath showne and for their sake In your faire minds let this acceptance take FINIS The first Part of Henry the Sixt. Actus Primus Scoena Prima Dead March Enter the Funerall of King Henry the Fift attended on by the Duke of Bedford Regent of France the Duke of Gloster Protector the Duke of Exeter Warwicke the Bishop of Winchester and the Duke of Somerset Bedford HVng be y e heauens with black yield day to night Comets importing change of Times and States Brandish your crystall Tresses in the Skie And with them scourge the bad reuolting Stars That haue consented vnto Henries death King Henry the Fift too famous to liue long England ne're lost a King of so much worth Glost England ne're had a King vntill his time Vertue he had deseruing to command His brandisht Sword did blinde men with his beames His Armes spred wider then a Dragons Wings His sparkling Eyes repleat with wrathfull fire More dazled and droue back his Enemies Then mid-day Sunne fierce bent against their faces What should I say his Deeds exceed all speech He ne're lift vp his Hand but conquered Exe. We mourne in black why mourn we not in blood Henry is dead and neuer shall reuiue Vpon a Woodden Coffin we attend And Deaths dishonourable Victorie We with our stately presence glorifie Like Captiues bound to a Triumphant Carre What shall we curse the Planets of Mishap That plotted thus our Glories ouerthrow Or shall we thinke the subtile-witted French Coniurers and Sorcerers that afraid of him By Magick Verses haue contriu'd his end Winch. He was a King blest of the King of Kings Vnto the French the dreadfull judgement-Iudgement-Day So dreadfull will not be as was his sight The Battailes of the Lord of Hosts he fought The Churches Prayers made him so prosperous Glost The Church where is it Had not Church-men pray'd His thred of Life had not so soone decay'd None doe you like but an effeminate Prince Whom like a Schoole-boy you may ouer-awe Winch. Gloster what ere we like thou art Protector And lookest to command the Prince and Realme Thy Wife is prowd she holdeth thee in awe More then God or Religious Church-men may Glost Name not Religion for thou lou'st the Flesh And ne're throughout the yeere to Church thou go'st Except it be to pray against thy foes Bed Cease cease these Iarres rest your minds in peace Let 's to the Altar Heralds wayt on vs In stead of Gold wee 'le offer vp our Armes Since Armes auayle not now that Henry's dead Posteritie await for wretched yeeres When at their Mothers moistned eyes Babes shall suck Our Ile be made a Nourish of salt Teares And none but Women left to wayle the dead Henry the Fift thy Ghost I inuocate Prosper this Realme keepe it from Ciuill Broyles Combat with aduerse
vs resolue to scale their flinty bulwarkes Bed Ascend braue Talbot we will follow thee Tal. Not altogether Better farre I guesse That we do make our entrance seuerall wayes That if it chance the one of vs do faile The other yet may rise against their force Bed Agreed I le to yond corner Bur. And I to this Tal. And heere will Talbot mount or make his graue Now Salisbury for thee and for the right Of English Henry shall this night appeare How much in duty I am bound to both Sent. Arme arme the enemy doth make assault Cry S. George A Talbot The French leape ore the walles in their shirts Enter seuerall wayes Bastard Alanson Reignier halfe ready and halfe vnready Alan How now my Lords What all vnreadie so Bast Vnready I and glad we scap'd so well Reig. 'T was time I trow to wake and leaue our beds Hearing Alarums at our Chamber doores Alan Of all exploits since first I follow'd Armes Nere heard I of a warlike enterprize More venturous or desperate then this Bast I thinke this Talbot be a Fiend of Hell Reig. If not of Hell the Heauens sure fauour him Alans Here commeth Charles I maruell how he sped Enter Charles and Ioane Bast Tut holy Ioane was his defensiue Guard Charl. Is this thy cunning thou deceitfull Dame Didst thou at first to flatter vs withall Make vs partakers of a little gayne That now our losse might be ten times so much Ioane Wherefore is Charles impatient with his friend At all times will you haue my Power alike Sleeping or waking must I still preuayle Or will you blame and lay the fault on me Improuident Souldiors had your Watch been good This sudden Mischiefe neuer could haue falne Charl. Duke of Alanson this was your default That being Captaine of the Watch to Night Did looke no better to that weightie Charge Alans Had all your Quarters been as safely kept As that whereof I had the gouernment We had not beene thus shamefully surpriz'd Bast Mine was secure Reig. And so was mine my Lord. Charl. And for my selfe most part of all this Night Within her Quarter and mine owne Precinct I was imploy'd in passing to and fro About relieuing of the Centinels Then how or which way should they first breake in Ioane Question my Lords no further of the case How or which way 't is sure they found some place But weakely guarded where the breach was made And now there rests no other shift but this To gather our Souldiors scatter'd and disperc't And lay new Plat-formes to endammage them Exeunt Alarum Enter a Souldier crying a Talbot a Talbot they slye leauing their Clothes behind Sould. I le be so bold to take what they haue left The Cry of Talbot serues me for a Sword For I haue loaden me with many Spoyles Vsing no other Weapon but his Name Exit Enter Talbot Bedford Burgundie Bedf. The Day begins to breake and Night is fled Whose pitchy Mantle ouer-vayl'd the Earth Here sound Retreat and cease our hot pursuit Retreat Talb. Bring forth the Body of old Salisbury And here aduance it in the Market-Place The middle Centure of this cursed Towne Now haue I pay'd my Vow vnto his Soule For euery drop of blood was drawne from him There hath at least fiue Frenchmen dyed to night And that hereafter Ages may behold What ruine happened in reuenge of him Within their chiefest Temple I le erect A Tombe wherein his Corps shall be interr'd Vpon the which that euery one may reade Shall be engrau'd the sacke of Orleance The trecherous manner of his mournefull death And what a terror he had beene to France But Lords in all our bloudy Massacre I muse we met not with the Dolphins Grace His new-come Champion vertuous Ioane of Acre Nor any of his false Confederates Bedf. 'T is thought Lord Talbot when the fight began Rows'd on the sudden from their drowsie Beds They did amongst the troupes of armed men Leape o're the Walls for refuge in the field Burg. My selfe as farre as I could well discerne For smoake and duskie vapours of the night Am sure I scar'd the Dolphin and his Trull When Arme in Arme they both came swiftly running Like to a payre of louing Turtle-Doues That could not liue asunder day or night After that things are set in order here Wee 'le follow them with all the power we haue Enter a Messenger Mess All hayle my Lords which of this Princely trayne Call ye the Warlike Talbot for his Acts So much applauded through the Realme of France Talb. Here is the Talbot who would speak with him Mess The vertuous Lady Countesse of Ouergne With modestie admiring thy Renowne By me entreats great Lord thou would'st vouchsafe To visit her poore Castle where she lyes That she may boast she hath beheld the man Whose glory fills the World with lowd report Burg. Is it euen so Nay then I see our Warres Will turne vnto a peacefull Comick sport When Ladyes craue to be encountred with You may not my Lord despise her gentle suit Talb. Ne're trust me then for when a World of men Could not preuayle with all their Oratorie Yet hath a Womans kindnesse ouer-rul'd And therefore tell her I returne great thankes And in submission will attend on her Will not your Honors beare me company Bedf. No truly 't is more then manners will And I haue heard it sayd Vnbidden Guests Are often welcommest when they are gone Talb. Well then alone since there 's no remedie I meane to proue this Ladyes courtesie Come hither Captaine you perceiue my minde Whispers Capt. I doe my Lord and meane accordingly Exeunt Enter Countesse Count. Porter remember what I gaue in charge And when you haue done so bring the Keyes to me Port. Madame I will Exit Count. The Plot is layd if all things fall out right I shall as famous be by this exploit As Scythian Tomyris by Cyrus death Great is the rumour of this dreadfull Knight And his atchieuements of no lesse account Faine would mine eyes be witnesse with mine eares To giue their censure of these rare reports Enter Messenger and Talbot Mess Madame according as your Ladyship desir'd By Message crau'd so is Lord Talbot come Count. And he is welcome what is this the man Mess Madame it is Count. Is this the Scourge of France Is this the Talbot so much fear'd abroad That with his Name the Mothers still their Babes I see Report is fabulous and false I thought I should haue seene some Hercules A second Hector for his grim aspect And large proportion of his strong knit Limbes Alas this is a Child a silly Dwarfe It cannot be this weake and writhled shrimpe Should strike such terror to his Enemies Talb. Madame I haue beene bold to trouble you But since your Ladyship is not at leysure I le sort some other time to visit you Count. What meanes he now Goe aske him whither he goes Mess Stay my Lord Talbot
Nobles of the Realme Haue beene as Bond-men to thy Soueraigntie Card. The Commons hast thou rackt the Clergies Bags Are lanke and leane with thy Extortions Som. Thy sumptuous Buildings and thy Wiues Attyre Haue cost a masse of publique Treasurie Buck. Thy Crueltie in execution Vpon Offendors hath exceeded Law And left thee to the mercy of the Law Queene Thy sale of Offices and Townes in France If they were knowne as the suspect is great Would make thee quickly hop without thy Head Exit Humfrey Giue me my Fanne what Mynion can ye not She giues the Duchesse a box on the care I cry you mercy Madame was it you Duch. Was 't I yea I it was prowd French-woman Could I come neere your Beautie with my Nayles I could set my ten Commandements in your face King Sweet Aunt be quiet 't was against her will Duch. Against her will good King looke to 't in time Shee 'le hamper thee and dandle thee like a Baby Though in this place most Master weare no Breeches She shall not strike Dame Elianor vnreueng'd Exit Elianor Buck. Lord Cardinall I will follow Elianor And listen after Humfrey how he proceedes Shee 's tickled now her Fume needs no spurres Shee 'le gallop farre enough to her destruction Exit Buckingham Enter Humfrey Humf. Now Lords my Choller being ouer-blowne With walking once about the Quadrangle I come to talke of Common-wealth Affayres As for your spightfull false Obiections Proue them and I lye open to the Law But God in mercie so deale with my Soule As I in dutie loue my King and Countrey But to the matter that we haue in hand I say my Soueraigne Yorke is meetest man To be your Regent in the Realme of France Suff. Before we make election giue me leaue To shew some reason of no little force That Yorke is most vnmeet of any man Yorke I le tell thee Suffolke why I am vnmeet First for I cannot flatter thee in Pride Next if I be appointed for the Place My Lord of Somerset will keepe me here Without Discharge Money or Furniture Till France be wonne into the Dolphins hands Last time I danc't attendance on his will Till Paris was besieg'd famisht and lost Warw. That can I witnesse and a fouler fact Did neuer Traytor in the Land commit Suff. Peace head-strong Warwicke Warw. Image of Pride why should I hold my peace Enter Armorer and his Man Suff. Because here is a man accused of Treason Pray God the Duke of Yorke excuse himselfe Yorke Doth any one accuse Yorke for a Traytor King What mean'st thou Suffolke tell me what are these Suff. Please it your Maiestie this is the man That doth accuse his Master of High Treason His words were these That Richard Duke of Yorke Was rightfull Heire vnto the English Crowne And that your Maiestie was an Vsurper King Say man were these thy words Armorer And 't shall please your Maiestie I neuer sayd nor thought any such matter God is my witnesse I am falsely accus'd by the Villaine Peter By these tenne bones my Lords hee did speake them to me in the Garret one Night as wee were scowring my Lord of Yorkes Armor Yorke Base Dunghill Villaine and Mechanicall I le haue thy Head for this thy Traytors speech I doe beseech your Royall Maiestie Let him haue all the rigor of the Law Armorer Alas my Lord hang me if euer I spake the words my accuser is my Prentice and when I did correct him for his fault the other day he did vow vpon his knees he would be euen with me I haue good witnesse of this therefore I beseech your Maiestie doe not cast away an honest man for a Villaines accusation King Vnckle what shall we say to this in law Humf. This doome my Lord if I may iudge Let Somerset be Regent o're the French Because in Yorke this breedes suspition And let these haue a day appointed them For single Combat in conuenient place For he hath witnesse of his seruants malice This is the Law and this Duke Humfreyes doome Som. I humbly thanke your Royall Maiestie Armorer And I accept the Combat willingly Peter Alas my Lord I cannot fight for Gods sake pitty my case the spight of man preuayleth against me O Lord haue mercy vpon me I shall neuer be able to fight a blow O Lord my heart Humf. Sirrha or you must fight or else be hang'd King Away with them to Prison and the day of Combat shall be the last of the next moneth Come Somerset wee 'le see thee sent away Flourish Exeunt Enter the Witch the two Priests and Bullingbrooke Hume Come my Masters the Duchesse I tell you expects performance of your promises Bulling Master Hume we are therefore prouided will her Ladyship behold and heare our Exorcismes Hume I what else feare you not her courage Bulling I haue heard her reported to be a Woman of an inuincible spirit but it shall be conuenient Master Hume that you be by her aloft while wee be busie below and so I pray you goe in Gods Name and leaue vs. Exit Hume Mother Iordan be you prostrate and grouell on the Earth Iohn Southwell reade you and let vs to our worke Enter Elianor aloft Elianor Well said my Masters and welcome all To this geere the sooner the better Bullin Patience good Lady Wizards know their times Deepe Night darke Night the silent of the Night The time of Night when Troy was set on fire The time when Screech-owles cry and Bandogs howle And Spirits walke and Ghosts breake vp their Graues That time best fits the worke we haue in hand Madame sit you and feare not whom wee rayse Wee will make fast within a hallow'd Verge Here doe the Ceremonies belonging and make the Circle Bullingbrooke or Southwell reades Coniuro te c. It Thunders and Lightens terribly then the Spirit riseth Spirit Ad sum Witch Asmath by the eternall God Whose name and power thou tremblest at Answere that I shall aske for till thou speake Thou shalt not passe from hence Spirit Aske what thou wilt that I had sayd and done Bulling First of the King What shall of him become Spirit The Duke yet liues that Henry shall depose But him out-liue and dye a violent death Bulling What fates await the Duke of Suffolke Spirit By Water shall he dye and take his end Bulling What shall befall the Duke of Somerset Spirit Let him shun Castles Safer shall he be vpon the sandie Plaines Then where Castles mounted stand Haue done for more I hardly can endure Bulling Discend to Darknesse and the burning Lake False Fiend auoide Thunder and Lightning Exit Spirit Enter the Duke of Yorke and the Duke of Buckingham with their Guard and breake in Yorke Lay hands vpon these Traytors and their trash Beldam I thinke we watcht you at an ynch What Madame are you there the King Commonweale Are deepely indebted for this peece of paines My Lord Protector will I doubt it not See you
well guerdon'd for these good deserts Elianor Not halfe so bad as thine to Englands King Iniurious Duke that threatest where 's no cause Buck. True Madame none at all what call you this Away with them let them be clapt vp close And kept asunder you Madame shall with vs. Stafford take her to thee Wee 'le see your Trinkets here all forth-comming All away Exit Yorke Lord Buckingham me thinks you watcht her well A pretty Plot well chosen to build vpon Now pray my Lord let 's see the Deuils Writ What haue we here Reades The Duke yet liues that Henry shall depose But him out-line and dye a violent death Why this is iust Aio Aeacida Romanos vincere posso Well to the rest Tell me what fate awaits the Duke of Suffolke By Water shall he dye and take his end What shall betide the Duke of Somerset Let him shunne Castles Safer shall he be vpon the sandie Plaines Then where Castles mounted stand Come come my Lords These Oracles are hardly attain'd And hardly vnderstood The King is now in progresse towards Saint Albones With him the Husband of this louely Lady Thither goes these Newes As fast as Horse can carry them A sorry Breakfast for my Lord Protector Buck. Your Grace shal giue me leaue my Lord of York To be the Poste in hope of his reward Yorke At your pleasure my good Lord. Who 's within there hoe Enter a Seruingman Inuite my Lords of Salisbury and Warwick To suppe with me to morrow Night Away Exeunt Enter the King Queene Protector Cardinall and Suffolke with Faulkners hallowing Queene Beleeue me Lords for flying at the Brooke I saw not better sport these seuen yeeres day Yet by your leaue the Winde was very high And ten to one old Ioane had not gone out King But what a point my Lord your Faulcon made And what a pytch she flew aboue the rest To see how God in all his Creatures workes Yea Man and Birds are fayne of climbing high Suff. No maruell and it like your Maiestie My Lord Protectors Hawkes doe towre so well They know their Master loues to be aloft And beares his thoughts aboue his Faulcons Pitch Glost My Lord 't is but a base ignoble minde That mounts no higher then a Bird can sore Card. I thought as much hee would be aboue the Clouds Glost I my Lord Cardinall how thinke you by that Were it not good your Grace could flye to Heauen King The Treasurie of euerlasting Ioy. Card. Thy Heauen is on Earth thine Eyes Thoughts Beat on a Crowne the Treasure of thy Heart Pernitious Protector dangerous Peere That smooth'st it so with King and Common-weale Glost What Cardinall Is your Priest-hood growne peremptorie Tantaene animis Coelestibus irae Church-men so hot Good Vnckle hide such mallice With such Holynesse can you doe it Suff. No mallice Sir no more then well becomes So good a Quarrell and so bad a Peere Glost As who my Lord Suff. Why as you my Lord An 't like your Lordly Lords Protectorship Glost Why Suffolke England knowes thine insolence Queene And thy Ambition Gloster King I prythee peace good Queene And whet not on these furious Peeres For bl◠〈◊〉 the Peace-makers on Earth Ca◠〈◊〉 me be blessed for the Peace I make Against this prowd Protector with my Sword Glost Faith holy Vnckle would 't were come to that Card. Marry when thou dar'st Glost Make vp no factious numbers for the matter In thine owne person answere thy abuse Card. I where thou dar'st not peepe And if thou dar'st this Euening On the East side of the Groue King How now my Lords Card. Beleeue me Cousin Gloster Had not your man put vp the Fowle so suddenly We had had more sport Come with thy two-hand Sword Glost True Vnckle are ye aduis'd The East side of the Groue Cardinall I am with you King Why how now Vnckle Gloster Glost Talking of Hawking nothing else my Lord. Now by Gods Mother Priest I le shaue your Crowne for this Or all my Fence shall fayle Card. Medice teâ—psum Protector see to 't well protect your selfe King The Windes grow high So doe your Stomacks Lords How irkesome is this Musick to my heart When such Strings iarre what hope of Harmony I pray my Lords let me compound this strife Enter one crying a Miracle Glost What meanes this noyse Fellow what Miracle do'st thou proclayme One A Miracle a Miracle Suffolke Come to the King and tell him what Miracle One Forsooth a blinde man at Saint Albones Shrine Within this halfe houre hath receiu'd his sight A man that ne're saw in his life before King Now God be prays'd that to beleeuing Soules Giues Light in Darknesse Comfort in Despaire Enter the Maior of Saint Albones and his Brethren bearing the man betweene two in a Chayre Card. Here comes the Townes-men on Procession To present your Highnesse with the man King Great is his comfort in this Earthly Vale Although by his sight his sinne be multiplyed Glost Stand by my Masters bring him neere the King His Highnesse pleasure is to talke with him King Good-fellow tell vs here the circumstance That we for thee may glorifie the Lord. What hast thou beene long blinde and now restor'd Simpc. Borne blinde and 't please your Grace Wife I indeede was he Suff. What Woman is this Wife His Wife and 't like your Worship Glost Hadst thou been his Mother thou could'st haue better told King Where wert thou borne Simpc. At Barwick in the North and 't like your Grace King Poore Soule Gods goodnesse hath beene great to thee Let neuer Day nor Night vnhallowed passe But still remember what the Lord hath done Queene Tell me good-fellow Cam'st thou here by Chance or of Deuotion To this holy Shrine Simpc. God knowes of pure Deuotion Being call'd a hundred times and oftner In my sleepe by good Saint Albon Who said Symon come come offer at my Shrine And I will helpe thee Wife Most true forsooth And many time and oft my selfe haue heard a Voyce To call him so Card. What art thou lame Simpc. I God Almightie helpe me Suff. How cam'st thou so Simpc. A fall off of a Tree Wife A Plum-tree Master Glost How long hast thou beene blinde Simpc. O borne so Master Glost What and would'st climbe a Tree Simpc. But that in all my life when I was a youth Wife Too true and bought his climbing very deare Glost ' Masse thou lou'dst Plummes well that would'st venture so Simpc. Alas good Master my Wife desired some Damsons and made me climbe with danger of my Life Glost A subtill Knaue but yet it shall not serue Let me see thine Eyes winck now now open them In my opinion yet thou seest not well Simpc. Yes Master cleare as day I thanke God and Saint Albones Glost Say'st thou me so what Colour is this Cloake of Simpc. Red Master Red as Blood Glost Why that 's well said What Colour is my Gowne of Simpc. Black forsooth
Coale-Black as Iet King Why then thou know'st what Colour Iet is of Suff. And yet I thinke Iet did he neuer see Glost But Cloakes and Gownes before this day a many Wife Neuer before this day in all his life Glost Tell me Sirrha what 's my Name Simpc. Alas Master I know not Glost What 's his Name Simpc. I know not Glost Nor his Simpc. No indeede Master Glost What 's thine owne Name Simpc. Saunder Simpcoxe and if it please you Master Glost Then Saunder sit there The lying'st Knaue in Christendome If thou hadst beene borne blinde Thou might'st as well haue knowne all our Names As thus to name the seuerall Colours we doe weare Sight may distinguish of Colours But suddenly to nominate them all It is impossible My Lords Saint Albone here hath done a Miracle And would ye not thinke it Cunning to be great That could restore this Cripple to his Legges againe Simpc. O Master that you could Glost My Masters of Saint Albones Haue you not Beadles in your Towne And Things call'd Whippes Maior Yes my Lord if it please your Grace Glost Then send for one presently Maior Sirrha goe fetch the Beadle hither straight Exit Glost Now fetch me a Stoole hither by and by Now Sirrha if you meane to saue your selfe from Whipping leape me ouer this Stoole and runne away Simpc. Alas Master I am not able to stand alone You goe about to torture me in vaine Enter a Beadle with Whippes Glost Well Sir we must haue you finde your Legges Sirrha Beadle whippe him till he leape ouer that same Stoole Beadle I will my Lord. Come on Sirrha off with your Doublet quickly Simpc. Alas Master what shall I doe I am not able to stand After the Beadle hath hit him once he leapes ouer the Stoole and runnes away and they follow and cry A Miracle King O God seest thou this and bearest so long Queene It made me laugh to see the Villaine runne Glost Follow the Knaue and take this Drab away Wife Alas Sir we did it for pure need Glost Let thē be whipt through euery Market Towne Till they come to Barwick from whence they came Exit Card. Duke Humfrey ha's done a Miracle to day Suff. True made the Lame to leape and flye away Glost But you haue done more Miracles then I You made in a day my Lord whole Townes to flye Enter Buckingham King What Tidings with our Cousin Buckingham Buck. Such as my heart doth tremble to vnfold A sort of naughtie persons lewdly bent Vnder the Countenance and Confederacie Of Lady Elianor the Protectors Wife The Ring-leader and Head of all this Rout Haue practis'd dangerously against your State Dealing with Witches and with Coniurers Whom we haue apprehended in the Fact Raysing vp wicked Spirits from vnder ground Demanding of King Henries Life and Death And other of your Highnesse Priuie Councell As more at large your Grace shall vnderstand Card. And so my Lord Protector by this meanes Your Lady is forth-comming yet at London This Newes I thinke hath turn'd your Weapons edge 'T is like my Lord you will not keepe your houre Glost Ambitious Church-man leaue to afflict my heart Sorrow and griefe haue vanquisht all my powers And vanquisht as I am I yeeld to thee Or to the meanest Groome King O God what mischiefes work the wicked ones Heaping confusion on their owne heads thereby Queene Gloster see here the Taincture of thy Nest And looke thy selfe be faultlesse thou wert best Glost Madame for my selfe to Heauen I doe appease How I haue lou'd my King and Common-weale And for my Wife I know not how it stands Sorry I am to heare what I haue heard Noble shee is but if shee haue forgot Honor and Vertue and conuers't with such As like to Pytch defile Nobilitie I banish her my Bed and Companie And giue her as a Prey to Law and Shame That hath dis-honored Glosters honest Name King Well for this Night we will repose vs here To morrow toward London back againe To looke into this Businesse thorowly And call these foule Offendors to their Answeres And poyse the Cause in Iustice equall Scales Whose Beame stands sure whose rightful cause preuailes Flourish Exeunt Enter Yorke Salisbury and Warwick Yorke Now my good Lords of Salisbury Warwick Our simple Supper ended giue me leaue In this close Walke to satisfie my selfe In crauing your opinion of my Title Which is infallible to Englands Crowne Salisb. My Lord I long to heare it at full Warw. Sweet Yorke begin and if thy clayme be good The Neuills are thy Subiects to command Yorke Then thus Edward the third my Lords had seuen Sonnes The first Edward the Black-Prince Prince of Wales The second William of Hatfield and the third Lionel Duke of Clarence next to whom Was Iohn of Gaunt the Duke of Lancaster The fift was Edmond Langley Duke of Yorke The sixt was Thomas of Woodstock Duke of Gloster William of Windsor was the seuenth and last Edward the Black-Prince dyed before his Father And left behinde him Richard his onely Sonne Who after Edward the third's death raign'd as King Till Henry Bullingbrooke Duke of Lancaster The eldest Sonne and Heire of Iohn of Gaunt Crown'd by the Name of Henry the fourth Seiz'd on the Realme depos'd the rightfull King Sent his poore Queene to France from whence she came And him to Pumfret where as all you know Harmelesse Richard was murthered traiterously Warw. Father the Duke hath told the truth Thus got the House of Lancaster the Crowne Yorke Which now they hold by force and not by right For Richard the first Sonnes Heire being dead The Issue of the next Sonne should haue reign'd Salisb. But William of Hatfield dyed without an Heire Yorke The third Sonne Duke of Clarence From whose Line I clayme the Crowne Had Issue Phillip a Daughter Who marryed Edmond Mortimer Earle of March Edmond had Issue Roger Earle of March Roger had Issue Edmond Anne and Elianor Salisb. This Edmond in the Reigne of Bullingbrooke As I haue read layd clayme vnto the Crowne And but for Owen Glendour had beene King Who kept him in Captiuitie till he dyed But to the rest Yorke His eldest Sister Anne My Mother being Heire vnto the Crowne Marryed Richard Earle of Cambridge Who was to Edmond Langley Edward the thirds fift Sonnes Sonne By her I clayme the Kingdome She was Heire to Roger Earle of March Who was the Sonne of Edmond Mortimer Who marryed Phillip sole Daughter Vnto Lionel Duke of Clarence So if the Issue of the elder Sonne Succeed before the younger I am King Warw. What plaine proceedings is more plain then this Henry doth clayme the Crowne from Iohn of Gaunt The fourth Sonne Yorke claymes it from the third Till Lionels Issue fayles his should not reigne It fayles not yet but flourishes in thee And in thy Sonnes faire slippes of such a Stock Then Father Salisbury kneele we together And in this priuate Plot be we the first
That shall salute our rightfull Soueraigne With honor of his Birth-right to the Crowne Both. Long liue our Soueraigne Richard Englands King Yorke We thanke you Lords But I am not your King till I be Crown'd And that my Sword be stayn'd With heart-blood of the House of Lancaster And that 's not suddenly to be perform'd But with aduice and silent secrecie Doe you as I doe in these dangerous dayes Winke at the Duke of Saffolkes insolence At Beaufords Pride at Somersets Ambition At Buckingham and all the Crew of them Till they haue snar'd the Shepheard of the Flock That vertuous Prince the good Duke Humfrey 'T is that they seeke and they in seeking that Shall finde their deaths if Yorke â—an prophecie Salisb. My Lord breake we off we know your minde at full Warw. My heart assures me that the Earle of Warwick Shall one day make the Duke of Yorke a King Yorke And Neuill this I doe assure my selfe Richard shall liue to make the Earle of Warwick The greatest man in England but the King Exeunt Sound Trumpets Enter the King and State with Guard to banish the Duchesse King Stand forth Dame Elianor Cobham Glosters Wife In sight of God and vs your guilt is great Receiue the Sentence of the Law for sinne Such as by Gods Booke are adiudg'd to death You foure from hence to Prison back againe From thence vnto the place of Execution The Witch in Smithfield shall be burnt to ashes And you three shall be strangled on the Gallowes You Madame for you are more Nobly-borne Despoyled of your Honor in your Life Shall after three dayes open Penance done Liue in your Countrey here in Banishment With Sir Iohn Stanly in the I le of Man Elianor Welcome is Banishment welcome were my Death Glost Elianor the Law thou seest hath iudged thee I cannot iustifie whom the Law condemnes Mine eyes are full of teares my heart of griefe Ah Humfrey this dishonor in thine age Will bring thy head with sorrow to the ground I beseech your Maiestie giue me leaue to goe Sorrow would sollace and mine Age would ease King Stay Humfrey Duke of Gloster Ere thou goe giue vp thy Staffe Henry will to himselfe Protector be And God shall be my hope my stay my guide And Lanthorne to my feete And goe in peace Humfrey no lesse belou'd Then when thou wert Protector to thy King Queene I see no reason why a King of yeeres Should be to be protected like a Child God and King Henry gouerne Englands Realme Giue vp your Staffe Sir and the King his Realme Glost My Staffe Here Noble Henry is my Staffe As willingly doe I the same resigne As ere thy Father Henry made it mine And euen as willingly at thy feete I leaue it As others would ambitiously receiue it Farewell good King when I am dead and gone May honorable Peace attend thy Throne Exit Gloster Queene Why now is Henry King and Margaret Queen And Humfrey Duke of Gloster scarce himselfe That beares so shrewd a mayme two Pulls at once His Lady banisht and a Limbe lopt off This Staffe of Honor raught there let it stand Where it best fits to be in Henries hand Suff. Thus droupes this loftie Pyne hangs his sprayes Thus Elianors Pride dyes in her youngest dayes Yorke Lords let him goe Please it your Maiestie This is the day appointed for the Combat And ready are the Appellant and Defendant The Armorer and his Man to enter the Lists So please your Highnesse to behold the fight Queene I good my Lord for purposely therefore Left I the Court to see this Quarrell try'de King A Gods Name see the Lyfts and all things fit Here let them end it and God defend the right Yorke I neuer saw a fellow worse bestead Or more afraid to fight then is the Appellant The seruant of this Armorer my Lords Enter at one Doore the Armorer and his Neighbors drinking to him so much that hee is drunke and he enters with a Drumme before him and his Staffe with a Sand-bagge fastened to it and at the other Doore his Man with a Drumme and Sand-bagge and Prentices drinking to him 1. Neighbor Here Neighbour Horner I drinke to you in a Cup of Sack and feare not Neighbor you shall doe well enough 2. Neighbor And here Neighbour here 's a Cuppe of Charneco 3. Neighbor And here 's a Pot of good Double-Beere Neighbor drinke and feare not your Man Armorer Let it come yfaith and I le pledge you all and a figge for Peter 1. Prent. Here Peter I drinke to thee and be not afraid 2. Prent. Be merry Peter and feare not thy Master Fight for credit of the Prentices Peter I thanke you all drinke and pray for me I pray you for I thinke I haue taken my last Draught in this World Here Robin and if I dye I giue thee my Aporne and Will thou shalt haue my Hammer and here Tom take all the Money that I haue O Lord blesse me I pray God for I am neuer able to deale with my Master hee hath learnt so much fence already Salisb. Come leaue your drinking and fall to blowes Sirrha what 's thy Name Peter Peter forsooth Salisb. Peter what more Peter Thumpe Salisb. Thumpe Then see thou thumpe thy Master well Armorer Masters I am come hither as it were vpon my Mans instigation to proue him a Knaue and my selfe an honest man and touching the Duke of Yorke I will take my death I neuer meant him any ill nor the King nor the Queene and therefore Peter haue at thee with a downe-right blow Yorke Dispatch this Knaues tongue begins to double Sound Trumpets Alarum to the Combattants They fight and Peter strikes him downe Armorer Hold Peter hold I confesse I confesse Treason Yorke Take away his Weapon Fellow thanke God and the good Wine in thy Masters way Peter O God haue I ouercome mine Enemies in this presence O Peter thou hast preuayl'd in right King Goe take hence that Traytor from our sight For by his death we doe perceiue his guilt And God in Iustice hath reueal'd to vs The truth and innocence of this poore fellow Which he had thought to haue murther'd wrongfully Come fellow follow vs for thy Reward Sound a flourish Exeunt Enter Duke Humfrey and his Men in Mourning Cloakes Glost Thus sometimes hath the brightest day a Cloud And after Summer euermore succeedes Barren Winter with his wrathfull nipping Cold So Cares and Ioyes abound at Seasons fleet Sirs what 's a Clock Seru. Tenne my Lord. Glost Tenne is the houre that was appointed me To watch the comming of my punisht Duchesse Vnneath may shee endure the Flintie Streets To treade them with her tender-feeling feet Sweet Nell ill can thy Noble Minde abrooke The abiect People gazing on thy face With enuious Lookes laughing at thy shame That erst did follow thy prowd Chariot-Wheeles When thou didst ride in triumph through the streets But soft I thinke she comes and I
he was successiue Heire And such high vaunts of his Nobilitie Did instigate the Bedlam braine-sick Duchesse By wicked meanes to frame our Soueraignes fall Smooth runnes the Water where the Brooke is deepe And in his simple shew he harbours Treason The Fox barkes not when he would steale the Lambe No no my Soueraigne Glouster is a man Vnsounded yet and full of deepe deceit Card. Did he not contrary to forme of Law Deuise strange deaths for small offences done Yorke And did he not in his Protectorship Leuie great summes of Money through the Realme For Souldiers pay in France and neuer sent it By meanes whereof the Townes each day reuolted Buck. Tut these are petty faults to faults vnknowne Which time will bring to light in smooth Duke Humfrey King My Lords at once the care you haue of vs To mowe downe Thornes that would annoy our Foot Is worthy prayse but shall I speake my conscience Our Kinsman Gloster is as innocent From meaning Treason to our Royall Person As is the sucking Lambe or harmelesse Done The Duke is vertuous milde and too well giuen To dreame on euill or to worke my downefall Qu. Ah what 's more dangerous then this fond affiance Seemes he a Doue his feathers are but borrow'd For hee 's disposed as the hatefull Rauen. Is he a Lambe his Skinne is surely lent him For hee 's enclin'd as is the rauenous Wolues Who cannot steale a shape that meanes deceit Take heed my Lord the welfare of vs all Hangs on the cutting short that fraudfull man Enter Somerset Som. All health vnto my gracious Soueraigne King Welcome Lord Somerset What Newes from France Som. That all your Interest in those Territories Is vtterly bereft you all is lost King Cold Newes Lord Somerset but Gods will be done Yorke Cold Newes for me for I had hope of France As firmely as I hope for fertile England Thus are my Blossomes blasted in the Bud And Caterpillers eate my Leaues away But I will remedie this geare ere long Or sell my Title for a glorious Graue Enter Gloucester Glost All happinesse vnto my Lord the King Pardon my Liege that I haue stay'd so long Suff. Nay Gloster know that thou art come too soone Vnlesse thou wert more loyall then thou art I doe arrest thee of High Treason here Glost Well Suffolke thou shalt not see me blush Nor change my Countenance for this Arrest A Heart vnspotted is not easily daunted The purest Spring is not so free from mudde As I am cleare from Treason to my Soueraigne Who can accuse me wherein am I guiltie Yorke 'T is thought my Lord That you tooke Bribes of France And being Protector stay'd the Souldiers pay By meanes whereof his Highnesse hath lost France Glost Is it but thought so What are they that thinke it I neuer rob'd the Souldiers of their pay Nor euer had one penny Bribe from France So helpe me God as I haue watcht the Night I Night by Night in studying good for England That Doyt that ere I wrested from the King Or any Groat I hoorded to my vse Be brought against me at my Tryall day No many a Pound of mine owne proper store Because I would not taxe the needie Commons Haue I dis-pursed to the Garrisons And neuer ask'd for restitution Card. It serues you well my Lord to say so much Glost I say no more then truth so helpe me God Yorke In your Protectorship you did deuise Strange Tortures for Offendors neuer heard of That England was defam'd by Tyrannie Glost Why 't is well known that whiles I was Protector Pittie was all the fault that was in me For I should melt at an Offendors teares And lowly words were Ransome for their fault Vnlesse it were a bloody Murtherer Or foule felonious Theefe that fleec'd poore passengers I neuer gaue them condigne punishment Murther indeede that bloodie sinne I tortur'd Aboue the Felon or what Trespas else Suff. My Lord these faults are easie quickly answer'd But mightier Crimes are lay'd vnto your charge Whereof you cannot easily purge your selfe I doe arrest you in his Highnesse Name And here commit you to my Lord Cardinall To keepe vntill your further time of Tryall King My Lord of Gloster 't is my speciall hope That you will cleare your selfe from all suspence My Conscience tells me you are innocent Glost Ah gracious Lord these dayes are dangerous Vertue is choakt with foule Ambition And Charitie chas'd hence by Rancours hand Foule Subornation is predominant And Equitie exil'd your Highnesse Land I know their Complot is to haue my Life And if my death might make this Iland happy And proue the Period of their Tyrannie I would expend it with all willingnesse But mine is made the Prologue to their Play For thousands more that yet suspect no perill Will not conclude their plotted Tragedie Beaufords red sparkling eyes blab his hearts mallice And Suffolks cloudie Brow his stormie hate Sharpe Buckingham vnburthens with his tongue The enuious Load that lyes vpon his heart And dogged Yorke that reaches at the Moone Whose ouer-weening Arme I haue pluckt-back By false accuse doth leuell at my Life And you my Soueraigne Lady with the rest Causelesse haue lay'd disgraces on my head And with your best endeuour haue stirr'd vp My liefest Liege to be mine Enemie I all of you haue lay'd your heads together My selfe had notice of your Conuenticles And all to make away my guiltlesse Life I shall not want false Witnesse to condemne me Nor store of Treasons to augment my guilt The ancient Prouerbe will be well effected A Staffe is quickly found to beat a Dogge Card. My Liege his rayling is intollerable If those that care to keepe your Royall Person From Treasons secret Knife and Traytors Rage Be thus vpbrayded chid and rated at And the Offendor graunted scope of speech 'T will make them coole in zeale vnto your Grace Suff. Hath he not twit our Soueraigne Lady here With ignominious words though Clarkely coucht As if she had suborned some to sweare False allegations to o'rethrow his state Qu. But I can giue the loser leaue to chide Glost Farre truer spoke then meant I lose indeede Beshrew the winners for they play'd me false And well such losers may haue leaue to speake Buck. Hee 'le wrest the sence and hold vs here all day Lord Cardinall he is your Prisoner Card. Sirs take away the Duke and guard him sure Glost Ah thus King Henry throwes away his Crutch Before his Legges be firme to beare his Body Thus is the Shepheard beaten from thy side And Wolues are gnarling who shall gnaw thee first Ah that my feare were false ah that it were For good King Henry thy decay I feare Exit Gloster King My Lords what to your wisdomes seemeth best Doe or vndoe as if our selfe were here Queene What will your Highnesse leaue the Parliament King I Margaret my heart is drown'd with griefe Whose floud begins to flowe within mine eyes My Body round
engyrt with miserie For what 's more miserable then Discontent Ah Vnckle Humfrey in thy face I see The Map of Honor Truth and Loyaltie And yet good Humfrey is the houre to come That ere I prou'd thee false or fear'd thy faith What lowring Starre now enuies thy estate That these great Lords and Margaret our Queene Doe seeke subuersion of thy harmelesse Life Thou neuer didst them wrong nor no man wrong And as the Butcher takes away the Calfe And binds the Wretch and beats it when it strayes Bearing it to the bloody Slaughter-house Euen so remorselesse haue they borne him hence And as the Damme runnes lowing vp and downe Looking the way her harmelesse young one went And can doe naught but wayle her Darlings losse Euen so my selfe bewayles good Glosters case With sad vnhelpefull teares and with dimn'd eyes Looke after him and cannot doe him good So mightie are his vowed Enemies His fortunes I will weepe and 'twixt each groane Say who 's a Traytor Gloster he is none Exit Queene Free Lords Cold Snow melts with the Sunnes hot Beames Henry my Lord is cold in great Affaires Too full of foolish pittie and Glosters shew Beguiles him as the mournefull Crocodile With sorrow snares relenting passengers Or as the Snake roll'd in a flowring Banke With shining checker'd slough doth sting a Child That for the beautie thinkes it excellent Beleeue me Lords were none more wise then I And yet herein I iudge mine owne Wit good This Gloster should be quickly rid the World To rid vs from the feare we haue of him Card. That he should dye is worthie pollicie But yet we want a Colour for his death 'T is meet he be condemn'd by course of Law Suff. But in my minde that were no pollicie The King will labour still to saue his Life The Commons haply rise to saue his Life And yet we haue but triuiall argument More then mistrust that shewes him worthy death Yorke So that by this you would not haue him dye Suff. Ah Yorke no man aliue so faine as I. Yorke 'T is Yorke that hath more reason for his death But my Lord Cardinall and you my Lord of Suffolke Say as you thinke and speake it from your Soules Wer 't not all one an emptie Eagle were set To guard the Chicken from a hungry Kyte As place Duke Humfrey for the Kings Protector Queene So the poore Chicken should be sure of death Suff. Madame 't is true and wer 't not madnesse then To make the Fox surueyor of the Fold Who being accus'd a craftie Murtherer His guilt should be but idly posted ouer Because his purpose is not executed No let him dye in that he is a Fox By nature prou'd an Enemie to the Flock Before his Chaps be stayn'd with Crimson blood As Humfrey prou'd by Reasons to my Liege And doe not stand on Quillets how to slay him Be it by Gynnes by Snares by Subtletie Sleeping or Waking 't is no matter how So he be dead for that is good deceit Which mates him first that first intends deceit Queene Thrice Noble Suffolke 't is resolutely spoke Suff. Not resolute except so much were done For things are often spoke and seldome meant But that my heart accordeth with my tongue Seeing the deed is meritorious And to preserue my Soueraigne from his Foe Say but the word and I will be his Priest Card. But I would haue him dead my Lord of Suffolke Ere you can take due Orders for a Priest Say you consent and censure well the deed And I le prouide his Executioner I tender so the safetie of my Liege Suff. Here is my Hand the deed is worthy doing Queene And so say I. Yorke And I and now we three haue spoke it It skills not greatly who impugnes our doome Enter a Poste Post Great Lords from Ireland am I come amaine To signifie that Rebels there are vp And put the Englishmen vnto the Sword Send Succours Lords and stop the Rage betime Before the Wound doe grow vncurable For being greene there is great hope of helpe Card. A Breach that craues a quick expedient stoppe What counsaile giue you in this weightie cause Yorke That Somerset be sent as Regent thither 'T is meet that luckie Ruler be imploy'd Witnesse the fortune he hath had in France Som. If Yorke with all his farre-fet pollicie Had beene the Regent there in stead of me He neuer would haue stay'd in France so long Yorke No not to lose it all as thou hast done I rather would haue lost my Life betimes Then bring a burthen of dis-honour home By staying there so long till all were lost Shew me one skarre character'd on thy Skinne Mens flesh preseru'd so whole doe seldome winne Qu. Nay then this sparke will proue a raging fire If Wind and Fuell be brought to feed it with No more good Yorke sweet Somerset be still Thy fortune Yorke hadst thou beene Regent there Might happily haue prou'd farre worse then his Yorke What worse then naught nay then a shame take all Somerset And in the number thee that wishest shame Card. My Lord of Yorke trie what your fortune is Th' vnciuill Kernes of Ireland are in Armes And temper Clay with blood of Englishmen To Ireland will you leade a Band of men Collected choycely from each Countie some And trie your hap against the Irishmen Yorke I will my Lord so please his Maiestie Suff. Why our Authoritie is his consent And what we doe establish he confirmes Then Noble Yorke take thou this Taske in hand Yorke I am content Prouide me Souldiers Lords Whiles I take order for mine owne affaires Suff. A charge Lord Yorke that I will see perform'd But now returne we to the false Duke Humfrey Card. No more of him for I will deale with him That henceforth he shall trouble vs no more And so breake off the day is almost spent Lord Suffolke you and I must talke of that euent Yorke My Lord of Suffolke within foureteene dayes At Bristow I expect my Souldiers For there I le shippe them all for Ireland Suff. I le see it truly done my Lord of Yorke Exeunt Mauet Yorke Yorke Now Yorke or neuer steele thy fearfull thoughts And change misdoubt to resolution Be that thou hop'st to be or what thou art Resigne to death it is not worth th' enioying Let pale-fac't feare keepe with the meane-borne man And finde no harbor in a Royall heart Faster thē Spring-time showres comes thoght on thoght And not a thought but thinkes on Dignitie My Brayne more busie then the laboring Spider Weaues tedious Snares to trap mine Enemies Well Nobles well 't is politikely done To send me packing with an Hoast of men I feare me you but warme the starued Snake Who cherisht in your breasts will sting your hearts 'T was men I lackt and you will giue them me I take it kindly yet be well assur'd You put sharpe Weapons in a mad-mans hands Whiles I in Ireland nourish a mightie Band
I will stirre vp in England some black Storme Shall blowe ten thousand Soules to Heauen or Hell And this fell Tempest shall not cease to rage Vntill the Golden Circuit on my Head Like to the glorious Sunnes transparant Beames Doe calme the furie of this mad-bred Flawe And for a minister of my intent I haue seduc'd a head-strong Kentishman Iohn Cade of Ashford To make Commotion as full well he can Vnder the Title of Iohn Mortimer In Ireland haue I seene this stubborne Cade Oppose himselfe against a Troupe of Kernes And fought so long till that his thighes with Darts Were almost like a sharpe-quill'd Porpentine And in the end being rescued I haue seene Him capre vpright like a wilde Morisco Shaking the bloody Darts as he his Bells Full often like a shag-hayr'd craftie Kerne Hath he conuersed with the Enemie And vndiscouer'd come to me againe And giuen me notice of their Villanies This Deuill here shall be my substitute For that Iohn Mortimer which now is dead In face in gate in speech he doth resemble By this I shall perceiue the Commons minde How they affect the House and Clayâ—e of Yorke Say he be taken rackt and tortured I know no paine they can inflict vpon him Will make him say I mou'd him to those Armes Say that he thriue as 't is great like he will Why then from Ireland come I with my strength And reape the Haruest which that Rascall sow'd For Humfrey being dead as he shall be And Henry put apart the next for me Exit Enter two or three running ouer the Stage from the Murther of Duke Humfrey 1. Runne to my Lord of Suffolke let him know We haue dispatcht the Duke as he commanded 2. Oh that it were to doe what haue we done Didst euer heare a man so penitent Enter Suffolke 1. Here comes my Lord. Suff. Now Sirs haue you dispatcht this thing 1. I my good Lord hee 's dead Suff. Why that 's well said Goe get you to my House I will reward you for this venturous deed The King and all the Peeres are here at hand Haue you layd faire the Bed Is all things well According as I gaue directions 1. 'T is my good Lord. Suff. Away be gone Exeunt Sound Trumpets Enter the King the Queene Cardinall Suffolke Somerset with Attendants King Goe call our Vnckle to our presence straight Say we intend to try his Grace to day If he be guiltie as 't is published Suff. I le call him presently my Noble Lord. Exit King Lords take your places and I pray you all Proceed no straiter ' gainst our Vnckle Gloster Then from true euidence of good esteeme He be approu'd in practise culpable Queene God forbid any Malice should preuayle That faultlesse may condemne a Noble man Pray God he may acquit him of suspition King I thanke thee Nell these wordes content mee much Enter Suffolke How now why look'st thou pale why tremblest thou Where is our Vnckle what 's the matter Suffolke Suff. Dead in his Bed my Lord Gloster is dead Queene Marry God forfend Card. Gods secret Iudgement I did dreame to Night The Duke was dumbe and could not speake a word King sounds Qu. How fares my Lord Helpe Lords the King is dead Som. Rere vp his Body wring him by the Nose Qu. Runne goe helpe helpe Oh Henry ope thine eyes Suff. He doth reuiue againe Madame be patient King Oh Heauenly God Qu. How fares my gracious Lord Suff. Comfort my Soueraigne gracious Henry comfort King What doth my Lord of Suffolke comfort me Came he right now to sing a Rauens Note Whose dismall tune bereft my Vitall powres And thinkes he that the chirping of a Wren By crying comfort from a hollow breast Can chase away the first-conceiued sound Hide not thy poyson with such sugred words Lay not thy hands on me forbeare I say Their touch affrights me as a Serpents sting Thou balefull Messenger out of my sight Vpon thy eye-balls murderous Tyrannie Sits in grim Maiestie to fright the World Looke not vpon me for thine eyes are wounding Yet doe not goe away come Basiliske And kill the innocent gazer with thy sight For in the shade of death I shall finde ioy In life but double death now Gloster's dead Queene Why do you rate my Lord of Suffolke thus Although the Duke was enemie to him Yet he most Christian-like laments his death And for my selfe Foe as he was to me Might liquid teares or heart-offending groanes Or blood-consuming sighes recall his Life I would be blinde with weeping sicke with grones Looke pale as Prim-rose with blood-drinking sighes And all to haue the Noble Duke aliue What know I how the world may deeme of me For it is knowne we were but hollow Friends It may be iudg'd I made the Duke away So shall my name with Slanders tongue be wounded And Princes Courts be fill'd with my reproach This get I by his death Aye me vnhappie To be a Queene and Crown'd with infamie King Ah woe is me for Gloster wretched man Queen Be woe for me more wretched then he is What Dost thou turne away and hide thy face I am no loathsome Leaper looke on me What Art thou like the Adder waxen deafe Be poysonous too and kill thy forlorne Queene Is all thy comfort shut in Glosters Tombe Why then Dame Elianor was neere thy ioy Erect his Statue and worship it And make my Image but an Ale-house signe Was I for this nye wrack'd vpon the Sea And twice by aukward winde from Englands banke Droue backe againe vnto my Natiue Clime What boaded this but well fore-warning winde Did seeme to say seeke not a Scorpions Nest Nor set no footing on this vnkinde Shore What did I then But curst the gentle gusts And he that loos'd them forth their Brazen Caues And bid them blow towards Englands blessed shore Or turne our Sterne vpon a dreadfull Rocke Yet Aeolus would not be a murtherer But left that hatefull office vnto thee The pretty vaulting Sea refus'd to drowne me Knowing that thou wouldst haue me drown'd on shore With teares as salt as Sea through thy vnkindnesse The splitting Rockes cowr'd in the sinking sands And would not dash me with their ragged sides Because thy flinty heart more hard then they Might in thy Pallace perish Elianor As farre as I could ken thy Chalky Cliffes When from thy Shore the Tempest beate vs backe I stood vpon the Hatches in the storme And when the duskie sky began to rob My earnest-gaping-sight of thy Lands view I tooke a costly Iewell from my necke A Hart it was bound in with Diamonds And threw it towards thy Land The Sea receiu'd it And so I wish'd thy body might my Heart And euen with this I lost faire Englands view And bid mine eyes be packing with my Heart And call'd them blinde and duskie Spectacles For loosing ken of Albions wished Coast How often haue I tempted Suffolkes tongue The agent of thy foule inconstancie To sit
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
Had he been ta'ne we should haue heard the newes Had he beene slaine we should haue heard the newes Or had he scap't me thinkes we should haue heard The happy tidings of his good escape How fares my Brother why is he so sad Richard I cannot ioy vntill I be resolu'd Where our right valiant Father is become I saw him in the Battaile range about And watcht him how he singled Clifford forth Me thought he bore him in the thickest troupe As doth a Lyon in a Heard of Neat Or as a Beare encompass'd round with Dogges Who hauing pincht a few and made them cry The rest stand all aloofe and barke at him So far'd our Father with his Enemies So fled his Enemies my Warlike Father Me thinkes 't is prize enough to be his Sonne See how the Morning opes her golden Gates And takes her farwell of the glorious Sunne How well resembles it the prime of Youth Trimm'd like a Yonker prauncing to his Loue Ed. Dazle mine eyes or doe I see three Sunnes Rich. Three glorious Sunnes each one a perfect Sunne Not seperated with the racking Clouds But seuer'd in a pale cleare-shining Skye See see they ioyne embrace and seeme to kisse As if they vow'd some League inuiolable Now are they but one Lampe one Light one Sunne In this the Heauen figures some euent Edward 'T is wondrous strange The like yet neuer heard of I thinke it cites vs Brother to the field That wee the Sonnes of braue Plantagenet Each one alreadie blazing by our meedes Should notwithstanding ioyne our Lights together And ouer-shine the Earth as this the World What ere it bodes hence-forward will I beare Vpon my Targuet three faire shining Sunnes Richard Nay beare three Daughters By your leaue I speake it You loue the Breeder better then the Male. Enter one blowing But what art thou whose heauie Lookes fore-tell Some dreadfull story hanging on thy Tongue Mess Ah one that was a wofull looker on When as the Noble Duke of Yorke was slaine Your Princely Father and my louing Lord. Edward Oh speake no more for I haue heard too much Richard Say how he dy'de for I will heare it all Mess Enuironed he was with many foes And stood against them as the hope of Troy Against the Greekes that would haue entred Troy But Hercules himselfe must yeeld to oddes And many stroakes though with a little Axe Hewes downe and fells the hardest-tymber'd Oake By many hands your Father was subdu'd But onely slaught'red by the irefull Arme Of vn-relenting Clifford and the Queene Who crown'd the gracious Duke in high despight Laugh'd in his face and when with griefe he wept The ruthlesse Queene gaue him to dry his Cheekes A Napkin steeped in the harmelesse blood Of sweet young Rutland by rough Clifford slaine And after many scornes many foule taunts They tooke his Head and on the Gates of Yorke They set the same and there it doth remaine The saddest spectacle that ere I view'd Edward Sweet Duke of Yorke our Prop to leane vpon Now thou art gone wee haue no Staffe no Stay Oh Clifford boyst'rous Clifford thou hast slaine The flowre of Europe for his Cheualrie And trecherously hast thou vanquisht him For hand to hand he would haue vanquisht thee Now my Soules Pallace is become a Prison Ah would she breake from hence that this my body Might in the ground be closed vp in rest For neuer henceforth shall I ioy againe Neuer oh neuer shall I see more ioy Rich. I cannot weepe for all my bodies moysture Scarse serues to quench my Furnace-burning hart Nor can my tongue vnloade my hearts great burthen For selfe-same winde that I should speake withall Is kindling coales that fires all my brest And burnes me vp with flames that tears would quench To weepe is to make lesse the depth of greefe Teares then for Babes Blowes and Reuenge for mee Richard I beare thy name I le venge thy death Or dye renowned by attempting it Ed. His name that valiant Duke hath left with thee His Dukedome and his Chaire with me is left Rich. Nay if thou be that Princely Eagles Bird Shew thy descent by gazing ' gainst the Sunne For Chaire and Dukedome Throne and Kingdome say Either that is thine or else thou wer 't not his March Enter Warwicke Marquesse Mountacute and their Army Warwick How now faire Lords What faire What newes abroad Rich. Great Lord of Warwicke if we should recompt Our balefull newes and at each words deliuerance Stab Poniards in our flesh till all were told The words would adde more anguish then the wounds O valiant Lord the Duke of Yorke is slaine Edw. O Warwicke Warwicke that Plantagenet Which held thee deerely as his Soules Redemption Is by the sterne Lord Clifford done to death War Ten dayes ago I drown'd these newes in teares And now to adde more measure to your woes I come to tell you things sith then befalne After the bloody Fray at Wakefield fought Where your braue Father breath'd his latest gaspe Tydings as swiftly as the Postes could runne Were brought me of your Losse and his Depart I then in London keeper of the King Muster'd my Soldiers gathered flockes of Friends Marcht toward S. Albons to intercept the Queene Bearing the King in my behalfe along For by my Scouts I was aduertised That she was comming with a full intent To dash our late Decree in Parliament Touching King Henries Oath and your Succession Short Tale to make we at S. Albons met Our Battailes ioyn'd and both sides fiercely fought But whether 't was the coldnesse of the King Who look'd full gently on his warlike Queene That robb'd my Soldiers of their heated Spleene Or whether 't was report of her successe Or more then common feare of Cliffords Rigour Who thunders to his Captiues Blood and Death I cannot iudge but to conclude with truth Their Weapons like to Lightning came and went Our Souldiers like the Night-Owles lazie flight Or like a lazie Thresher with a Flaile Fell gently downe as if they strucke their Friends I cheer'd them vp with iustice of our Cause With promise of high pay and great Rewards But all in vaine they had no heart to fight And we in them no hope to win the day So that we fled the King vnto the Queene Lord George your Brother Norfolke and my Selfe In haste post haste are come to ioyne with you For in the Marches heere we heard you were Making another Head to fight againe Ed. Where is the Duke of Norfolke gentle Warwick And when came George from Burgundy to England War Some six miles off the Duke is with the Soldiers And for your Brother he was lately sent From your kinde Aunt Dutchesse of Burgundie With ayde of Souldiers to this needfull Warre Rich. 'T was oddes belike when valiant Warwick fled Oft haue I heard his praises in Pursuite But ne're till now his Scandall of Retire War Nor now my Scandall Richard dost thou heare For thou shalt know
this strong right hand of mine Can plucke the Diadem from faint Henries head And wring the awefull Scepter from his Fist Were he as famous and as bold in Warre As he is fam'd for Mildnesse Peace and Prayer Rich. I know it well Lord Warwick blame me not 'T is loue I beare thy glories make me speake But in this troublous time what 's to be done Shall we go throw away our Coates of Steele And wrap our bodies in blacke mourning Gownes Numb'ring our Aue-Maries with our Beads Or shall we on the Helmets of our Foes Tell our Deuotion with reuengefull Armes If for the last say I and to it Lords War Why therefore Warwick came to seek you out And therefore comes my Brother Mountague Attend me Lords the proud insulting Queene With Clifford and the haught Northumberland And of their Feather many moe proud Birds Haue wrought the easie-melting King like Wax He swore consent to your Succession His Oath enrolled in the Parliament And now to London all the crew are gone To frustrate both his Oath and what beside May make against the house of Lancaster Their power I thinke is thirty thousand strong Now if the helpe of Norfolke and my selfe With all the Friends that thou braue Earle of March Among'st the louing Welshmen can'st procure Will but amount to fiue and twenty thousand Why Via to London will we march And once againe bestride our foaming Steeds And once againe cry Charge vpon our Foes But neuer once againe turne backe and flye Rich. I now me thinks I heare great Warwick speak Ne're may he liue to see a Sun-shine day That cries Retire if Warwicke bid him stay Ed. Lord Warwicke on thy shoulder will I leane And when thou failst as God forbid the houre Must Edward fall which perill heauen forefend War No longer Earle of March but Duke of Yorke The next degree is Englands Royall Throne For King of England shalt thou be proclaim'd In euery Burrough as we passe along And he that throwes not vp his cap for ioy Shall for the Fault make forfeit of his head King Edward valiant Richard Mountague Stay we no longer dreaming of Renowne But sound the Trumpets and about our Taske Rich. Then Clifford were thy heart as hard as Steele As thou hast shewne it flintie by thy deeds I come to pierce it or to giue thee mine Ed. Then strike vp Drums God and S. George for vs. Enter a Messenger War How now what newes Mes The Duke of Norfolke sends you word by me The Queene is comming with a puissant Hoast And craues your company for speedy counsell War Why then it sorts braue Warriors let 's away Exeunt Omnes Flourish Enter the King the Queene Clifford Northumand Yong Prince with Drumme and Trumpettes Qu. Welcome my Lord to this braue town of Yorke Yonder 's the head of that Arch-enemy That sought to be incompast with your Crowne Doth not the obiect cheere your heart my Lord. K. I as the rockes cheare them that feare their wrack To see this sight it irkes my very soule With-hold reuenge deere God 't is not my fault Nor wittingly haue I infring'd my Vow Clif. My gracious Liege this too much lenity And harmfull pitty must be layd aside To whom do Lyons cast their gentle Lookes Not to the Beast that would vsurpe their Den. Whose hand is that the Forrest Beare doth licke Not his that spoyles her yong before her face Who scapes the lurking Serpents mortall sting Not he that sets his foot vpon her backe The smallest Worme will turne being troden on And Doues will pecke in safegard of their Brood Ambitious Yorke did leuell at thy Crowne Thou smiling while he knit his angry browes He but a Duke would haue his Sonne a King And raise his issue like a louing Sire Thou being a King blest with a goodly sonne Did'st yeeld consent to disinherit him Which argued thee a most vnlouing Father Vnreasonable Creatures feed their young And though mans face be fearefull to their eyes Yet in protection of their tender ones Who hath not seene them euen with those wings Which sometime they haue vs'd with fearfull flight Make warre with him that climb'd vnto their nest Offering their owne liues in their yongs defence For shame my Liege make them your President Were it not pitty that this goodly Boy Should loose his Birth-right by his Fathers fault And long heereafter say vnto his childe What my great Grandfather and Grandsire got My carelesse Father fondly gaue away Ah what a shame were this Looke on the Boy And let his manly face which promiseth Successefull Fortune steele thy melting heart To hold thine owne and leaue thine owne with him King Full well hath Clifford plaid the Orator Inferring arguments of mighty force But Clifford tell me did'st thou neuer heare That things ill got had euer bad successe And happy alwayes was it for that Sonne Whose Father for his hoording went to hell I le leaue my Sonne my Vertuous deeds behinde And would my Father had left me no more For all the rest is held at such a Rate As brings a thousand fold more care to keepe Then in possession any iot of pleasure Ah Cosin Yorke would thy best Friends did know How it doth greeue me that thy head is heere Qu. My Lord cheere vp your spirits our foes are nye And this soft courage makes your Followers faint You promist Knighthood to our forward sonne Vnsheath your sword and dub him presently Edward kneele downe King Edward Plantagenet arise a Knight And learne this Lesson Draw thy Sword in right Prin. My gracious Father by your Kingly leaue I le draw it as Apparant to the Crowne And in that quarrell vse it to the death Clif. Why that is spoken like a toward Prince Enter a Messenger Mess Royall Commanders be in readinesse For with a Band of thirty thousand men Comes Warwicke backing of the Duke of Yorke And in the Townes as they do march along Proclaimes him King and many flye to him Darraigne your battell for they are at hand Clif. I would your Highnesse would depart the field The Queene hath best successe when you are absent Qu. I good my Lord and leaue vs to our Fortune King Why that 's my fortune too therefore I le stay North. Be it with resolution then to fight Prin. My Royall Father cheere these Noble Lords And hearten those that fight in your defence Vnsheath your Sword good Father Cry S. George March Enter Edward Warwicke Richard Clarence Norfolke Mountague and Soldiers Edw. Now periur'd Henry wilt thou kneel for grace And set thy Diadem vpon my head Or bide the mortall Fortune of the field Qu. Go rate thy Minions proud insulting Boy Becomes it thee to be thus bold in termes Before thy Soueraigne and thy lawfull King Ed. I am his King and he should bow his knee I was adopted Heire by his consent Cla. Since when his Oath is broke for as I heare You that are
perceiue my minde Wid. My minde will neuer graunt what I perceiue Your Highnesse aymes at if I ayme aright King To tell thee plaine I ayme to lye with thee Wid. To tell you plaine I had rather lye in Prison King Why then thou shalt not haue thy Husbands Lands Wid. Why then mine Honestie shall be my Dower For by that losse I will not purchase them King Therein thou wrong'st thy Children mightily Wid. Herein your Highnesse wrongs both them me But mightie Lord this merry inclination Accords not with the sadnesse of my suit Please you dismisse me eyther with I or no. King I if thou wilt say I to my request No if thou do'st say No to my demand Wid. Then No my Lord my suit is at an end Rich. The Widow likes him not shee knits her Browes Clarence Hee is the bluntest Wooer in Christendome King Her Looks doth argue her replete with Modesty Her Words doth shew her Wit incomparable All her perfections challenge Soueraigntie One way or other shee is for a King And shee shall be my Loue or else my Queene Say that King Edward take thee for his Queene Wid. 'T is better said then done my gracious Lord I am a subiect fit to ieast withall But farre vnfit to be a Soueraigne King Sweet Widow by my State I sweare to thee I speake no more then what my Soule intends And that is to enioy thee for my Loue. Wid. And that is more then I will yeeld vnto I know I am too meane to be your Queene And yet too good to be your Concubine King You cauill Widow I did meane my Queene Wid. 'T will grieue your Grace my Sonnes should call you Father King No more then when my Daughters Call thee Mother Thou art a Widow and thou hast some Children And by Gods Mother I being but a Batchelor Haue other-some Why 't is a happy thing To be the Father vnto many Sonnes Answer no more for thou shalt be my Queene Rich. The Ghostly Father now hath done his Shrift Clarence When hee was made a Shriuer 't was for shift King Brothers you muse what Chat wee two haue had Rich. The Widow likes it not for shee lookes very sad King You 'ld thinke it strange if I should marrie her Clarence To who my Lord King Why Clarence to my selfe Rich. That would be tenne dayes wonder at the least Clarence That 's a day longer then a Wonder lasts Rich. By so much is the Wonder in extremes King Well ieast on Brothers I can tell you both Her suit is graunted for her Husbands Lands Enter a Noble man Nob. My gracious Lord Henry your Foe is taken And brought your Prisoner to your Pallace Gate King See that he be conuey'd vnto the Tower And goe wee Brothers to the man that tooke him To question of his apprehension Widow goe you along Lords vse her honourable Exeunt Manet Richard Rich. I Edward will vse Women honourably Would he were wasted Marrow Bones and all That from his Loynes no hopefull Branch may spring To crosse me from the Golden time I looke for And yet betweene my Soules desire and me The lustfull Edwards Title buryed Is Clarence Henry and his Sonne young Edward And all the vnlook'd-for Issue of their Bodies To take their Roomes ere I can place my selfe A cold premeditation for my purpose Why then I doe but dreame on Soueraigntie Like one that stands vpon a Promontorie And spyes a farre-off shore where hee would tread Wishing his foot were equall with his eye And chides the Sea that sunders him from thence Saying hee 'le lade it dry to haue his way So doe I wish the Crowne being so farre off And so I chide the meanes that keepes me from it And so I say I le cut the Causes off Flattering me with impossibilities My Eyes too quicke my Heart o're-weenes too much Vnlesse my Hand and Strength could equall them Well say there is no Kingdome then for Richard What other Pleasure can the World affoord I le make my Heauen in a Ladies Lappe And decke my Body in gay Ornaments And ' witch sweet Ladies with my Words and Lookes Oh miserable Thought and more vnlikely Then to accomplish twentie Golden Crownes Why Loue forswore me in my Mothers Wombe And for I should not deale in her soft Lawes Shee did corrupt frayle Nature with some Bribe To shrinke mine Arme vp like a wither'd Shrub To make an enuious Mountaine on my Back Where sits Deformitie to mocke my Body To shape my Legges of an vnequall size To dis-proportion me in euery part Like to a Chaos or an vn-lick'd Beare-whelpe That carryes no impression like the Damme And am I then a man to be belou'd Oh monstrous fault to harbour such a thought Then since this Earth affoords no Ioy to me But to command to check to o're-beare such As are of better Person then my selfe I le make my Heauen to dreame vpon the Crowne And whiles I liue t' account this World but Hell Vntill my mis-shap'd Trunke that beares this Head Be round impaled with a glorious Crowne And yet I know not how to get the Crowne For many Liues stand betweene me and home And I like one lost in a Thornie Wood That rents the Thornes and is rent with the Thornes Seeking a way and straying from the way Not knowing how to finde the open Ayre But toyling desperately to finde it out Torment my selfe to catch the English Crowne And from that torment I will free my selfe Or hew my way out with a bloody Axe Why I can smile and murther whiles I smile And cry Content to that which grieues my Heart And wet my Cheekes with artificiall Teares And frame my Face to all occasions I le drowne more Saylers then the Mermaid shall I le slay more gazers then the Basiliske I le play the Orator as well as Nestor Deceiue more slyly then Vlisses could And like a Synon take another Troy I can adde Colours to the Camelion Change shapes with Proteus for aduantages And set the murtherous Macheuill to Schoole Can I doe this and cannot get a Crowne Tut were it farther off I le plucke it downe Exit Flourish Enter Lewis the French King his Sister Bona his Admirall call'd Bourbon Prince Edward Queene Margaret and the Earle of Oxford Lewis sits and riseth vp againe Lewis Faire Queene of England worthy Margaret Sit downe with vs it ill befits thy State And Birth that thou should'st stand while Lewis doth sit Marg. No mightie King of France now Margaret Must strike her sayle and learne a while to serue Where Kings command I was I must confesse Great Albions Queene in former Golden dayes But now mischance hath trod my Title downe And with dis-honor layd me on the ground Where I must take like Seat vnto my fortune And to my humble Seat conforme my selfe Lewis Why say faire Queene whence springs this deepe despaire Marg. From such a cause as fills mine eyes with teares And stops
lye and take his naturall Rest Till Warwicke or himselfe be quite supprest 2. Watch. To morrow then belike shall be the day If Warwicke be so neere as men report 3. Watch. But say I pray what Noble man is that That with the King here resteth in his Tent 1. Watch. 'T is the Lord Hastings the Kings chiefest friend 3. Watch. O is it so but why commands the King That his chiefe followers lodge in Townes about him While he himselfe keepes in the cold field 2. Watch. 'T is the more honour because more dangerous 3. Watch. I but giue me worship and quietnesse I like it better then a dangerous honor If Warwicke knew in what estate he stands 'T is to be doubted he would waken him 1. Watch. Vnlesse our Halberds did shut vp his passage 2. Watch. I wherefore else guard we his Royall Tent But to defend his Person from Night-foes Enter Warwicke Clarence Oxford Somerset and French Souldiors silent all Warw. This is his Tent and see where stand his Guard Courage my Masters Honor now or neuer But follow me and Edward shall be ours 1. Watch. Who goes there 2. Watch. Stay or thou dyest Warwicke and the rest cry all Warwicke Warwicke and set vpon the Guard who flye crying Arme Arme Warwicke and the rest following them The Drumme playing and Trumpet sounding Enter Warwicke Somerset and the rest bringing the King out in his Gowne sitting in a Chaire Richard and Hastings flyes ouer the Stage Som. What are they that flye there Warw. Richard and Hastings let them goe heere is the Duke K. Edw. The Duke Why Warwicke when wee parted Thou call'dst me King Warw. I but the case is alter'd When you disgrac'd me in my Embassade Then I degraded you from being King And come now to create you Duke of Yorke Alas how should you gouerne any Kingdome That know not how to vse Embassadors Nor how to be contented with one Wife Nor how to vse your Brothers Brotherly Nor how to studie for the Peoples Welfare Nor how to shrowd your selfe from Enemies K. Edw. Yea Brother of Clarence Art thou here too Nay then I see that Edward needs must downe Yet Warwicke in despight of all mischance Of thee thy selfe and all thy Complices Edward will alwayes beare himselfe as King Though Fortunes mallice ouerthrow my State My minde exceedes the compasse of her Wheele Warw. Then for his minde be Edward Englands King Takes off his Crowne But Henry now shall weare the English Crowne And be true King indeede thou but the shadow My Lord of Somerset at my request See that forthwith Duke Edward be conuey'd Vnto my Brother Arch-Bishop of Yorke When I haue fought with Pembrooke and his fellowes I le follow you and tell what answer Lewis and the Lady Bona send to him Now for a-while farewell good Duke of Yorke They leade him out forcibly K. Ed. What Fates impose that men must needs abide It boots not to resist both winde and tide Exeunt Oxf. What now remaines my Lords for vs to do But march to London with our Soldiers War I that 's the first thing that we haue to do To free King Henry from imprisonment And see him seated in the Regall Throne exit Enter Riuers and Lady Gray Riu. Madam what makes you in this sodain change Gray Why Brother Riuers are you yet to learne What late misfortune is befalne King Edward Riu. What losse of some pitcht battell Against Warwicke Gray No but the losse of his owne Royall person Riu. Then is my Soueraigne slaine Gray I almost slaine for he is taken prisoner Either betrayd by falshood of his Guard Or by his Foe surpriz'd at vnawares And as I further haue to vnderstand Is new committed to the Bishop of Yorke Fell Warwickes Brother and by that our Foe Riu. These Newes I must confesse are full of greefe Yet gracious Madam beare it as you may Warwicke may loose that now hath wonne the day Gray Till then faire hope must hinder liues decay And I the rather waine me from dispaire For loue of Edwards Off-spring in my wombe This is it that makes me bridle passion And beare with Mildnesse my misfortunes crosse I I for this I draw in many a teare And stop the rising of blood-sucking sighes Least with my sighes or teares I blast or drowne King Edwards Fruite true heyre to th' English Crowne Riu. But Madam Where is Warwicke then become Gray I am inform'd that he comes towards London To set the Crowne once more on Henries head Guesse thou the rest King Edwards Friends must downe But to preuent the Tyrants violence For trust not him that hath once broken Faith Ile hence forthwith vnto the Sanctuary To saue at least the heire of Edwards right There shall I rest secure from force and fraud Come therefore let vs flye while we may flye If Warwicke take vs we are sure to dye exeunt Enter Richard Lord Hastings and Sir William Stanley Rich. Now my Lord Hastings and Sir William Stanley Leaue off to wonder why I drew you hither Into this cheefest Thicket of the Parke Thus stand the case you know our King my Brother Is prisoner to the Bishop here at whose hands He hath good vsage and great liberty And often but attended with weake guard Come hunting this way to disport himselfe I haue aduertis'd him by secret meanes That if about this houre he make this way Vnder the colour of his vsuall game He shall heere finde his Friends with Horse and Men To set him free from his Captiuitie Enter King Edward and a Huntsman with him Huntsman This way my Lord For this way lies the Game King Edw. Nay this way man See where the Huntsmen stand Now Brother of Gloster Lord Hastings and the rest Stand you thus close to steale the Bishops Deere Rich. Brother the time and case requireth hast Your horse stands ready at the Parke-corner King Ed. But whether shall we then Hast To Lyn my Lord And shipt from thence to Flanders Rich. Wel guest beleeue me for that was my meaning K. Ed. Stanley I will requite thy forwardnesse Rich. But wherefore stay we 't is no time to talke K. Ed. Huntsman what say'st thou Wilt thou go along Hunts Better do so then tarry and be hang'd Rich. Come then away le ts ha no more adoo K. Ed. Bishop farwell Sheeld thee from Warwickes frowne And pray that I may re-possesse the Crowne exeunt Flourish Enter King Henry the sixt Clarence Warwicke Somerset young Henry Oxford Mountague and Lieutenant K. Hen. M. Lieutenant now that God and Friends Haue shaken Edward from the Regall seate And turn'd my captiue state to libertie My feare to hope my sorrowes vnto ioyes At our enlargement what are thy due Fees Lieu. Subiects may challenge nothing of their Sou'rains But if an humble prayer may preuaile I then craue pardon of your Maiestie K. Hen. For what Lieutenant For well vsing me Nay be thou sure I le well requite thy
stay Sir Iohn a while and wee 'le debate By what safe meanes the Crowne may be recouer'd Mount What talke you of debating in few words If you 'le not here proclaime your selfe our King I le leaue you to your fortune and be gone To keepe them back that come to succour you Why shall we fight if you pretend no Title Rich. Why Brother wherefore stand you on nice points Edw. When wee grow stronger Then wee 'le make our Clayme Till then 't is wisdome to conceale our meaning Hast Away with scrupulous Wit now Armes must rule Rich. And fearelesse minds clyme soonest vnto Crowns Brother we will proclaime you out of hand The bruit thereof will bring you many friends Edw. Then be it as you will for 't is my right And Henry but vsurpes the Diademe Mount I now my Soueraigne speaketh like himselfe And now will I be Edwards Champion Hast Sound Trumpet Edward shal be here proclaim'd Come fellow Souldior make thou proclamation Flourish Sound Soul Edward the Fourth by the Grace of God King of England and France and Lord of Ireland c. Mount And whosoe're gain sayes King Edwards right By this I challenge him to single fight Throwes downe his Gauntlet All. Long liue Edward the Fourth Edw. Thankes braue Mountgomery And thankes vnto you all If fortune serue me I le requite this kindnesse Now for this Night let 's harbor here in Yorke And when the Morning Sunne shall rayse his Carre Aboue the Border of this Horizon Wee 'le forward towards Warwicke and his Mates For well I wot that Henry is no Souldier Ah froward Clarence how euill it beseemes thee To flatter Henry and forsake thy Brother Yet as wee may wee 'le meet both thee and Warwicke Come on braue Souldiors doubt not of the Day And that once gotten doubt not of large Pay Exeunt Flourish Enter the King Warwicke Mountague Clarence Oxford and Somerset War What counsaile Lords Edward from Belgia With hastie Germanes and blunt Hollanders Hath pass'd in safetie through the Narrow Seas And with his troupes doth march amaine to London And many giddie people flock to him King Let 's leuie men and beat him backe againe Clar. A little fire is quickly trodden out Which being suffer'd Riuers cannot quench War In Warwickshire I haue true-hearted friends Not mutinous in peace yet bold in Warre Those will I muster vp and thou Sonne Clarence Shalt stirre vp in Suffolke Norfolke and in Kent The Knights and Gentlemen to come with thee Thou Brother Mountague in Buckingham Northampton and in Leicestershire shalt find Men well enclin'd to heare what thou command'st And thou braue Oxford wondrous well belou'd In Oxfordshire shalt muster vp thy friends My Soueraigne with the louing Citizens Like to his Iland gyrt in with the Ocean Or modest Dyan circled with her Nymphs Shall rest in London till we come to him Faire Lords take leaue and stand not to reply Farewell my Soueraigne King Farewell my Hector and my Troyes true hope Clar. In signe of truth I kisse your Highnesse Hand King Well-minded Clarence be thou fortunate Mount Comfort my Lord and so I take my leaue Oxf. And thus I seale my truth and bid adieu King Sweet Oxford and my louing Mountague And all at once once more a happy farewell War Farewell sweet Lords let 's meet at Couentry Exeunt King Here at the Pallace will I rest a while Cousin of Exeter what thinkes your Lordship Me thinkes the Power that Edward hath in field Should not be able to encounter mine Exet. The doubt is that he will seduce the rest King That 's not my feare my meed hath got me fame I haue not stopt mine eares to their demands Nor posted off their suites with slow delayes My pittie hath beene balme to heale their wounds My mildnesse hath allay'd their swelling griefes My mercie dry'd their water-flowing teares I haue not been desirous of their wealth Nor much opprest them with great Subsidies Nor forward of reuenge though they much err'd Then why should they loue Edward more then me No Exeter these Graces challenge Grace And when the Lyon fawnes vpon the Lambe The Lambe will neuer cease to follow him Shout within A Lancaster A Lancaster Exet. Hearke hearke my Lord what Shouts are these Enter Edward and his Souldiers Edw. Seize on the shamefac'd Henry beare him hence And once againe proclaime vs King of England You are the Founâ— that makes small Brookes to flow Now stops thy Spring my Sea shall suck them dry And swell so much the higher by their ebbe Hence with him to the Tower let him not speake Exit with King Henry And Lords towards Couentry bend we our course Where peremptorie Warwicke now remaines The Sunne shines hot and if we vse delay Cold biting Winter marres our hop'd-for Hay Rich. Away betimes before his forces ioyne And take the great-growne Traytor vnawares Braue Warriors march amaine towards Couentry Exeunt Enter Warwicke the Maior of Couentry two Messengers and others vpon the Walls War Where is the Post that came from valiant Oxford How farre hence is thy Lord mine honest fellow Mess 1. By this at Dunsmore marching hitherward War How farre off is our Brother Mountague Where is the Post that came from Mountague Mess 2. By this at Daintry with a puissant troope Enter Someruile War Say Someruile what sayes my louing Sonne And by thy guesse how nigh is Clarence now Someru At Southam I did leaue him with his forces And doe expect him here some two howres hence War Then Clarence is at hand I heare his Drumme Someru It is not his my Lord here Southam lyes The Drum your Honor heares marcheth from Warwicke War Who should that be belike vnlook'd for friends Someru They are at hand and you shall quickly know March Flourish Enter Edward Richard and Souldiers Edw. Goe Trumpet to the Walls and sound a Parle Rich. See how the surly Warwicke mans the Wall War Oh vnbid spight is sportfull Edward come Where slept our Scouts or how are they seduc'd That we could heare no newes of his repayre Edw. Now Warwicke wilt thou ope the Citie Gates Speake gentle words and humbly bend thy Knee Call Edward King and at his hands begge Mercy And he shall pardon thee these Outrages War Nay rather wilt thou draw thy forces hence Confesse who set thee vp and pluckt thee downe Call Warwicke Patron and be penitent And thou shalt still remaine the Duke of Yorke Rich. I thought at least he would haue said the King Or did he make the Ieast against his will War Is not a Dukedome Sir a goodly gift Rich. I by my faith for a poore Earle to giue I le doe thee seruice for so good a gift War 'T was I that gaue the Kingdome to thy Brother Edw. Why then 't is mine if but by Warwickes gift War Thou art no Atlas for so great a weight And Weakeling Warwicke takes his gift againe And Henry is my King Warwicke his
she haue time to breathe be well assur'd Her faction will be full as strong as ours King We are aduertis'd by our louing friends That they doe hold their course toward Tewksbury We hauing now the best at Barnet field Will thither straight for willingnesse rids way And as we march our strength will be augmented In euery Countie as we goe along Strike vp the Drumme cry courage and away Exeunt Flourish March Enter the Queene young Edward Somerset Oxford and Souldiers Qu. Great Lords wise men ne'r sit and waile their losse But chearely seeke how to redresse their harmes What though the Mast be now blowne ouer-boord The Cable broke the holding-Anchor lost And halfe our Saylors swallow'd in the flood Yet liues our Pilot still Is' t meet that hee Should leaue the Helme and like a fearefull Lad With tearefull Eyes adde Water to the Sea And giue more strength to that which hath too much Whiles in his moane the Ship splits on the Rock Which Industrie and Courage might haue sau'd Ah what a shame ah what a fault were this Say Warwicke was our Anchor what of that And Mountague our Top-Mast what of him Our slaught'red friends the Tackles what of these Why is not Oxford here another Anchor And Somerset another goodly Mast The friends of France our Shrowds and Tacklings And though vnskilfull why not Ned and I For once allow'd the skilfull Pilots Charge We will not from the Helme to sit and weepe But keepe our Course though the rough Winde say no From Shelues and Rocks that threaten vs with Wrack As good to chide the Waues as speake them faire And what is Edward but a ruthlesse Sea What Clarence but a Quick-sand of Deceit And Richard but a raged fatall Rocke All these the Enemies to our poore Barke Say you can swim alas 't is but a while Tread on the Sand why there you quickly sinke Bestride the Rock the Tyde will wash you off Or else you famish that 's a three-fold Death This speake I Lords to let you vnderstand If case some one of you would flye from vs That there 's no hop'd-for Mercy with the Brothers More then with ruthlesse Waues with Sands and Rocks Why courage then what cannot be auoided 'T were childish weakenesse to lament or feare Prince Me thinkes a Woman of this valiant Spirit Should if a Coward heard her speake these words Infuse his Breast with Magnanimitie And make him naked foyle a man at Armes I speake not this as doubting any here For did I but suspect a fearefull man He should haue leaue to goe away betimes Least in our need he might infect another And make him of like spirit to himselfe If any such be here as God forbid Let him depart before we neede his helpe Oxf. Women and Children of so high a courage And Warriors faint why 't were perpetuall shame Oh braue young Prince thy famous Grandfather Doth liue againe in thee long may'st thou liue To beare his Image and renew his Glories Som. And he that will not fight for such a hope Goe home to Bed and like the Owle by day If he arise be mock'd and wondred at Qu. Thankes gentle Somerset sweet Oxford thankes Prince And take his thankes that yet hath nothing else Enter a Messenger Mess Prepare you Lords for Edward is at hand Readie to fight therefore be resolute Oxf. I thought no lesse it is his Policie To haste thus fast to finde vs vnprouided Som. But hee 's deceiu'd we are in readinesse Qu. This cheares my heart to see your forwardnesse Oxf. Here pitch our Battaile hence we will not budge Flourish and march Enter Edward Richard Clarence and Souldiers Edw. Braue followers yonder stands the thornie Wood Which by the Heauens assistance and your strength Must by the Roots be hew'ne vp yet ere Night I need not adde more fuell to your fire For well I wot ye blaze to burne them out Giue signall to the fight and to it Lords Qu. Lords Knights and Gentlemen what I should say My teares gaine-say for euery word I speake Ye see I drinke the water of my eye Therefore no more but this Henry your Soueraigne Is Prisoner to the Foe his State vsurp'd His Realme a slaughter-house his Subiects slaine His Statutes cancell'd and his Treasure spent And yonder is the Wolfe that makes this spoyle You fight in Iustice then in Gods Name Lords Be valiant and giue signall to the fight Alarum Retreat Excursions Exeunt Flourish Enter Edward Richard Queene Clarence Oxford Somerset Edw. Now here a period of tumultuous Broyles Away with Oxford to Hames Castle straight For Somerset off with his guiltie Head Goe beare them hence I will not heare them speake Oxf. For my part I le not trouble thee with words Som. Nor I but stoupe with patience to my fortune Exeunt Qu. So part we sadly in this troublous World To meet with Ioy in sweet Ierusalem Edw. Is Proclamation made That who finds Edward Shall haue a high Reward and he his Life Rich. It is and loe where youthfull Edward comes Enter the Prince Edw. Bring forth the Gallant let vs heare him speake What can so young a Thorne begin to prick Edward what satisfaction canst thou make For bearing Armes for stirring vp my Subiects And all the trouble thou hast turn'd me to Prince Speake like a Subiect prowd ambitious Yorke Suppose that I am now my Fathers Mouth Resigne thy Chayre and where I stand kneele thou Whil'st I propose the selfe-same words to thee Which Traytor thou would'st haue me answer to Qu. Ah that thy Father had beene so resolu'd Rich. That you might still haue worne the Petticoat And ne're haue stolne the Breech from Lancaster Prince Let Aesop fable in a Winters Night His Currish Riddles sorts not with this place Rich. By Heauen Brat I le plague ye for that word Qu. I thou wast borne to be a plague to men Rich. For Gods sake take away this Captiue Scold Prince Nay take away this scolding Crooke-backe rather Edw. Peace wilfull Boy or I will charme your tongue Clar. Vntutor'd Lad thou art too malapert Prince I know my dutie you are all vndutifull Lasciuious Edward and thou periur'd George And thou mis-shapen Dicke I tell ye all I am your better Traytors as ye are And thou vsurp'st my Fathers right and mine Edw. Take that the likenesse of this Rayler here Stabs him Rich. Sprawl'st thou take that to end thy agonie Rich. stabs him Clar. And ther 's for twitting me with periurie Clar. stabs him Qu. Oh kill me too Rich. Marry and shall Offers to kill her Edw. Hold Richard hold for we haue done too much Rich. Why should shee liue to fill the World with words Edw. What doth shee swowne vse meanes for her recouerie Rich. Clarence excuse me to the King my Brother I le hence to London on a serious matter Ere ye come there be sure to heare some newes Cla. What what Rich. Tower the Tower Exit Qu.
Oh Ned sweet Ned speake to thy Mother Boy Can'st thou not speake O Traitors Murtherers They that stabb'd Caesar shed no blood at all Did not offend nor were not worthy Blame If this foule deed were by to equall it He was a Man this in respect a Childe And Men ne're spend their fury on a Childe What 's worse then Murtherer that I may name it No no my heart will burst and if I speake And I will speake that so my heart may burst Butchers and Villaines bloudy Caniballes How sweet a Plant haue you vntimely cropt You haue no children Butchers if you had The thought of them would haue stirr'd vp remorse But if you euer chance to haue a Childe Looke in his youth to haue him so cut off As deathsmen you haue rid this sweet yong Prince King Away with her go beare her hence perforce Qu. Nay neuer beare me hence dispatch me heere Here sheath thy Sword I le pardon thee my death What wilt thou not Then Clarence do it thou Cla. By heauen I will not do thee so much ease Qu. Good Clarence do sweet Clarence do thou do it Cla. Did'st thou not heare me sweare I would not do it Qu. I but thou vsest to forsweare thy selfe 'T was Sin before but now 't is Charity What wilt y u not Where is that diuels butcher Richard Hard fauor'd Richard Richard where art thou Thou art not heere Murther is thy Almes-deed Petitioners for Blood thou ne're put'st backe Ed. Away I say I charge ye beare her hence Qu. So come to you and yours as to this Prince Exit Queene Ed. Where 's Richard gone Cla. To London all in post and as I guesse To make a bloody Supper in the Tower Ed. He 's sodaine if a thing comes in his head Now march we hence discharge the common sort With Pay and Thankes and let 's away to London And see our gentle Queene how well she fares By this I hope she hath a Sonne for me Exit Enter Henry the sixt and Richard with the Lieutenant on the Wallâ— Rich. Good day my Lord what at your Booke so hard Hen. I my good Lord my Lord I should say rather T is sinne to flatter Good was little better ' Good Gloster and good Deuill were alike And both preposterous therefore not Good Lord. Rich. Sirra leaue vs to our selues we must conferre Hen. So flies the wreaklesse shepherd from y e Wolfe So first the harmlesse Sheepe doth yeeld his Fleece And next his Throate vnto the Butchers Knife What Scene of death hath Rossius now to Acte Rich. Suspition alwayes haunts the guilty minde The Theefe doth feare each bush an Officer Hen. The Bird that hath bin limed in a bush With trembling wings misdoubteth euery bush And I the haplesse Male to one sweet Bird Haue now the fatall Obiect in my eye Where my poore yong was lim'd was caught and kill'd Rich. Why what a peeuish Foole was that of Creet That taught his Sonne the office of a Fowle And yet for all his wings the Foole was drown'd Hen. I Dedaius my poore Boy Icarus Thy Father Minos that deni'de our course The Sunne that sear'd the wings of my sweet Boy Thy Brother Edward and thy Selfe the Sea Whose enuious Gulfe did swallow vp his life Ah kill me with thy Weapon not with words My brest can better brooke thy Daggers point Then can my eares that Tragicke History But wherefore dost thou come Is' t for my Life Rich. Think'st thou I am an Executioner Hen. A Persecutor I am sure thou art If murthering Innocents be Executing Why then thou art an Executioner Rich. Thy Son I kill'd for his presumption Hen. Hadst thou bin kill'd when first y u didst presume Thou had'st not liu'd to kill a Sonne of mine And thus I prophesie that many a thousand Which now mistrust no parcell of my feare And many an old mans sighe and many a Widdowes And many an Orphans water-standing-eye Men for their Sonnes Wiues for their Husbands Orphans for their Parents timeles death Shall rue the houre that euer thou was 't borne The Owle shriek'd at thy birth an euill signe The Night-Crow cry'de aboding lucklesse time Dogs howl'd and hiddeous Tempest shook down Trees The Rauen rook'd her on the Chimnies top And chatt'ring Pies in dismall Discords sung Thy Mother felt more then a Mothers paine And yet brought forth lesse then a Mothers hope To wit an indigested and deformed lumpe Not like the fruit of such a goodly Tree Teeth had'st thou in thy head when thou was 't borne To signifie thou cam'st to bite the world And if the rest be true which I haue heard Thou cam'st Rich. I le heare no more Dye Prophet in thy speech Stabbes him For this among'st the rest was I ordain'd Hen. I and for much more slaughter after this O God forgiue my sinnes and pardon thee Dyes Rich. What will the aspiring blood of Lancaster Sinke in the ground I thought it would haue mounted See how my sword weepes for the poore Kings death O may such purple teares be alway shed From those that wish the downfall of our house If any sparke of Life be yet remaining Downe downe to hell and say I sent thee thither Stabs him againe I that haue neyther pitty loue nor feare Indeed 't is true that Henrie told me of For I haue often heard my Mother say I came into the world with my Legges forward Had I not reason thinke ye to make hast And seeke their Ruine that vsurp'd our Right The Midwife wonder'd and the Women cri'de O Iesus blesse vs he is borne with teeth And so I was which plainly signified That I should snarle and bite and play the dogge Then since the Heauens haue shap'd my Body so Let Hell make crook'd my Minde to answer it I haue no Brother I am like no Brother And this word Loue which Gray-beards call Diuine Be resident in men like one another And not in me I am my selfe alone Clarence beware thou keept'st me from the Light But I will sort a pitchy day for thee For I will buzze abroad such Prophesies That Edward shall be fearefull of his life And then to purge his feare I le be thy death King Henry and the Prince his Son are gone Clarence thy turne is next and then the rest Counting my selfe but bad till I be best I le throw thy body in another roome And Triumph Henry in thy day of Doome Exit Flourish Enter King Queene Clarence Richard Hastings Nurse and Attendants King Once more we sit in Englands Royall Throne Re-purchac'd with the Blood of Enemies What valiant Foe-men like to Autumnes Corne Haue we mow'd downe in tops of all their pride Three Dukes of Somerset threefold Renowne For hardy and vndoubted Champions Two Cliffords as the Father and the Sonne And two Northumberlands two brauer men Ne're spurr'd their Coursers at the Trumpets sound With them the two braue Beares Warwick Montague That in their Chaines
fetter'd the Kingly Lyon And made the Forrest tremble when they roar'd Thus haue we swept Suspition from our Seate And made our Footstoole of Security Come hither Besse and let me kisse my Boy Yong Ned for thee thine Vnckles and my selfe Haue in our Armors watcht the Winters night Went all afoote in Summers scalding heate That thou might'st repossesse the Crowne in peace And of our Labours thou shalt reape the gaine Rich. I le blast his Haruest if your head were laid For yet I am not look'd on in the world This shoulder was ordain'd so thicke to heaue And heaue it shall some waight or breake my backe Worke thou the way and that shalt execute King Clarence and Gloster loue my louely Queene And kis your Princely Nephew Brothers both Cla. The duty that I owe vnto your Maiesty I Seale vpon the lips of this sweet Babe Cla. Thanke Noble Clarence worthy brother thanks Rich. And that I loue the tree frō whence y u sprang'st Witnesse the louing kisse I giue the Fruite To say the truth so Iudas kist his master And cried all haile when as he meant all harme King Now am I seated as my soule delights Hauing my Countries peace and Brothers loues Cla. What will your Grace haue done with Margaret Reynard her Father to the King of France Hath pawn'd the Sicils and Ierusalem And hither haue they sent it for her ransome King Away with her and waft her hence to France And now what rests but that we spend the time With stately Triumphes mirthfull Comicke shewes Such as befits the pleasure of the Court. Sound Drums and Trumpets farwell sowre annoy For heere I hope begins our lasting ioy Exeunt omnes FINIS The Tragedy of Richard the Third with the Landing of Earle Richmond and the Battell at Bosworth Field Actus Primus Scoena Prima Enter Richard Duke of Gloster solus NOw is the Winter of our Discontent Made glorious Summer by this Son of Yorke And all the clouds that lowr'd vpon our house In the deepe bosome of the Ocean buried Now are our browes bound with Victorious Wreathes Our bruised armes hung vp for Monuments Our sterne Alarums chang'd to merry Meetings Our dreadfull Marches to delightfull Measures Grim-visag'd Warre hath smooth'd his wrinkled Front And now in stead of mounting Barbed Steeds To fright the Soules of fearfull Aduersaries He capers nimbly in a Ladies Chamber To the lasciuious pleasing of a Lute But I that am not shap'd for sportiue trickes Nor made to court an amorous Looking-glasse I that am Rudely stampt and want loues Maiesty To strut before a wonton ambling Nymph I that am curtail'd of this faire Proportion Cheated of Feature by dissembling Nature Deform'd vn-finish'd sent before my time Into this breathing World scarse halfe made vp And that so lamely and vnfashionable That dogges barke at me as I halt by them Why I in this weake piping time of Peace Haue no delight to passe away the time Vnlesse to see my Shadow in the Sunne And descant on mine owne Deformity And therefore since I cannot proue a Louer To entertaine these faire well spoken dayes I am determined to proue a Villaine And hate the idle pleasures of these dayes Plots haue I laide Inductions dangerous By drunken Prophesies Libels and Dreames To set my Brother Clarence and the King In deadly hate the one against the other And if King Edward be as true and iust As I am Subtle False and Treacherous This day should Clarence closely be mew'd vp About a Prophesie which sayes that G Of Edwards heyres the murtherer shall be Diue thoughts downe to my soule here Clarence comes Enter Clarence and Brakenbury guarded Brother good day What meanes this armed guard That waites vpon your Grace Cla. His Maiesty tendring my persons safety Hath appointed this Conduct to conuey me to th' Tower Rich. Vpon what cause Cla. Because my name is George Rich. Alacke my Lord that fault is none of yours He should for that commit your Godfathers O belike his Maiesty hath some intent That you should be new Christned in the Tower But what 's the matter Clarence may I know Cla. Yea Richard when I know but I protest As yet I do not But as I can learne He hearkens after Prophesies and Dreames And from the Crosse-row pluckes the letter G And sayes a Wizard told him that by G His issue disinherited should be And for my name of George begins with G It followes in his thought that I am he These as I learne and such like toyes as these Hath moou'd his Highnesse to commit me now Rich. Why this it is when men are rul'd by Women 'T is not the King that sends you to the Tower My Lady Grey his Wife Clarence 't is shee That tempts him to this harsh Extremity Was it not shee and that good man of Worship Anthony Woodeulle her Brother there That made him send Lord Hastings to the Tower From whence this present day he is deliuered We are not safe Clarence we are not safe Cla. By heauen I thinke there is no man secure But the Queenes Kindred and night-walking Heralds That trudge betwixt the King and Mistris Shore Heard you not what an humble Suppliant Lord Hastings was for her deliuery Rich. Humbly complaining to her Deitie Got my Lord Chamberlaine his libertie I le tell you what I thinke it is our way If we will keepe in fauour with the King To be her men and weare her Liuery The iealous ore-worne Widdow and her selfe Since that our Brother dub'd them Gentlewomen Are mighty Gossips in our Monarchy Bra. I beseech your Graces both to pardon me His Maiesty hath straightly giuen in charge That no man shall haue priuate Conference Of what degree soeuer with your Brother Rich. Euen so and please your Worship Brakenbury You may partake of any thing we say We speake no Treason man We say the King Is wise and vertuous and his Noble Queene Well strooke in yeares faire and not iealious We say that Shores Wife hath a pretty Foot A cherry Lip a bonny Eye a passing pleasing tongue And that the Queenes Kindred are made gentle Folkes How say you sir can you deny all this Bra. With this my Lord my selfe haue nought to doo Rich. Naught to do with Mistris Shore I tell thee Fellow he that doth naught with her Excepting one were best to do it secretly alone Bra. What one my Lord Rich. Her Husband Knaue would'st thou betray me Bra. I do beseech your Grace To pardon me and withall forbeare Your Conference with the Noble Duke Cia We know thy charge Brakenbury and wil obey Rich. We are the Queenes abiects and must obey Brother farewell I will vnto the King And whatsoe're you will imploy me in Were it to call King Edwards Widdow Sister I will performe it to infranchise you Meane time this deepe disgrace in Brotherhood Touches me deeper then you can imagine Cla. I know it pleaseth neither of vs well Rich. Well
your imprisonment shall not be long I will deliuer you or else lye for you Meane time haue patience Cla. I must perforce Farewell Exit Clar. Rich. Go treade the path that thou shalt ne're return Simple plaine Clarence I do loue thee so That I will shortly send thy Soule to Heauen If Heauen will take the present at our hands But who comes heere the new deliuered Hastings Enter Lord Hastings Hast Good time of day vnto my gracious Lord. Rich. As much vnto my good Lord Chamberlaine Well are you welcome to this open Ayre How hath your Lordship brook'd imprisonment Hast With patience Noble Lord as prisoners must But I shall liue my Lord to giue them thankes That were the cause of my imprisonment Rich. No doubt no doubt and so shall Clarence too For they that were your Enemies are his And haue preuail'd as much on him as you Hast More pitty that the Eagles should be mew'd Whiles Kites and Buzards play at liberty Rich. What newes abroad Hast No newes so bad abroad as this at home The King is sickly weake and melancholly And his Physitians feare him mightily Rich. Now by S. Iohn that Newes is bad indeed O he hath kept an euill Diet long And ouer-much consum'd his Royall Person 'T is very greeuous to be thought vpon Where is he in his bed Hast He is Rich. Go you before and I will follow you Exit Hastings He cannot liue I hope and must not dye Till George be pack'd with post-horse vp to Heauen I le in to vrge his hatred more to Clarence With Lyes well steel'd with weighty Arguments And if I faile not in my deepe intent Clarence hath not another day to liue Which done God take King Edward to his mercy And leaue the world for me to bâ—ssle in For then I le marry Warwickes yongest daughter What though I kill'd her Husband and her Father The readiest way to make the Wench amends Is to become her Husband and her Father The which will I not all so much for loue As for another secret close intent By marrying her which I must reach vnto But yet I run before my horse to Market Clarence still breathes Edward still liues and raignes When they are gone then must I count my gaines Exit Scena Secunda Enter the Coarse of Henrie the sixt with Halberds to guard it Lady Anne being the Mourner Anne Set downe set downe your honourable load If Honor may be shrowded in a Herse Whil'st I a-while obsequiously lament Th' vntimely fall of Vertuous Lancaster Poore key-cold Figure of a holy King Pale Ashes of the House of Lancaster Thou bloodlesse Remnant of that Royall Blood Be it lawfull that I inuocate thy Ghost To heare the Lamentations of poore Anne Wife to thy Edward to thy slaughtred Sonne Stab'd by the selfesame hand that made these wounds Loe in these windowes that let forth thy life I powre the helplesse Balme of my poore eyes O cursed be the hand that made these holes Cursed the Heart that had the heart to do it Cursed the Blood that let this blood from hence More direfull hap betide that hated Wretch That makes vs wretched by the death of thee Then I can wish to Wolues to Spiders Toades Or any creeping venom'd thing that liues If euer he haue Childe Abortiue be it Prodigeous and vntimely brought to light Whose vgly and vnnaturall Aspect May fright the hopefull Mother at the view And that be Heyre to his vnhappinesse If euer he haue Wife let her be made More miserable by the death of him Then I am made by my young Lord and thee Come now towards Chertsey with your holy Lode Taken from Paules to be interred there And still as you are weary of this waight Rest you whiles I lament King Henries Coarse Enter Richard Duke of Gloster Rich. Stay you that beare the Coarse set it down An. What blacke Magitian coniures vp this Fiend To stop deuoted charitable deeds Rich. Villaines set downe the Coarse or by S. Paul I le make a Coarse of him that disobeyes Gen. My Lord stand backe and let the Coffin passe Rich. Vnmanner'd Dogge Stand'st thou when I commaund Aduance thy Halbert higher then my brest Or by S. Paul I le strike thee to my Foote And spurne vpon thee Begger for thy boldnesse Anne What do you tremble are you all affraid Alas I blame you not for you are Mortall And Mortall eyes cannot endure the Diuell Auant thou dreadfull minister of Hell Thou had'st but power ouer his Mortall body His Soule thou canst not haue Therefore be gone Rich. Sweet Saint for Charity be not so curst An. Foule Diuell For Gods sake hence and trouble vs not For thou hast made the happy earth thy Hell Fill'd it with cursing cries and deepe exclaimes If thou delight to view thy heynous deeds Behold this patterne of thy Butcheries Oh Gentlemen see see dead Henries wounds Open their congeal'd mouthes and bleed afresh Blush blush thou lumpe of fowle Deformitie For 't is thy presence that exhales this blood From cold and empty Veines where no blood dwels Thy Deeds inhumane and vnnaturall Prouokes this Deluge most vnnaturall O God! which this Blood mad'st reuenge his death O Earth which this Blood drink'st reuenge his death Either Heau'n with Lightning strike the murth'rer dead Or Earth gape open wide and eate him quicke As thou dost swallow vp this good Kings blood Which his Hell-gouern'd arme hath butchered Rich. Lady you know no Rules of Charity Which renders good for bad Blessings for Curses An. Villaine thou know'st nor law of God nor Man No Beast so fierce but knowes some touch of pitty Rich. But I know none and therefore am no Beast An. O wonderfull when diuels tell the truth Rich. More wonderfull when Angels are so angry Vouchsafe diuine perfection of a Woman Of these supposed Crimes to giue me leaue By circumstance but to acquit my selfe An. Vouchsafe defus'd infection of man Of these knowne euils but to giue me leaue By circumstance to curse thy cursed Selfe Rich. Fairer then tongue can name thee let me haue Some patient leysure to excuse my selfe An. Fouler then heart can thinke thee Thou can'st make no excuse currant But to hang thy selfe Rich. By such dispaire I should accuse my selfe An. And by dispairing shalt thou stand excused For doing worthy Vengeance on thy selfe That did'st vnworthy slaughter vpon others Rich. Say that I slew them not An. Then say they were not slaine But dead they are and diuellish slaue by thee Rich. I did not kill your Husband An. Why then he is aliue Rich. Nay he is dead and slaine by Edwards hands An. In thy foule throat thou Ly'st Queene Margaret saw Thy murd'rous Faulchion smoaking in his blood The which thou once didd'st bend against her brest But that thy Brothers beate aside the point Rich. I was prouoked by her sland'rous tongue That laid their guilt vpon my guiltlesse Shoulders An. Thou was 't prouoked
to a wofull Bed On me whose All not equals Edwards Moytie On me that halts and am mishapen thus My Dukedome to a Beggerly denier I do mistake my person all this while Vpon my life she findes although I cannot My selfe to be a maru'llous proper man I le be at Charges for a Looking-glasse And entertaine a score or two of Taylors To study fashions to adorne my body Since I am crept in fauour with my selfe I will maintaine it with some little cost But first I le turne you Fellow in his Graue And then returne lamenting to my Loue. Shine out faire Sunne till I haue bought a glasse That I may see my Shadow as I passe exit Scena Tertia Enter the Queene Mother Lord Riuers and Lord Gray Riu. Haue patience Madam ther 's no doubt his Maiesty Will soone recouer his accustom'd health Gray In that you brooke it ill it makes him worse Therefore for Gods sake entertaine good comfort And cheere his Grace with quicke and merry eyes Qu. If he were dead what would betide on me Gray No other harme but losse of such a Lord. Qu. The losse of such a Lord includes all harmes Gray The Heauens haue blest you with a goodly Son To be your Comforter when he is gone Qu. Ah! he is yong and his minority Is put vnto the trust of Richard Glouster A man that loues not me nor none of you Riu. Is it concluded he shall be Protector Qu. It is determin'd not concluded yet But so it must be if the King miscarry Enter Buckingham and Derby Gray Here comes the Lord of Buckingham Derby Buc. Good time of day vnto your Royall Grace Der. God make your Maiesty ioyful as you haue bin Qu. The Countesse Richmond good my L. of Derby To your good prayer will scarsely say Amen Yet Derby notwithstanding shee 's your wife And loues not me be you good Lord assur'd I hate not you for her proud arrogance Der. I do beseech you either not beleeue The enuious slanders of her false Accusers Or if she be accus'd on true report Beare with her weaknesse which I thinke proceeds From wayward sicknesse and no grounded malice Qu. Saw you the King to day my Lord of Derby Der. But now the Duke of Buckingham and I Are come from visiting his Maiesty Que. What likelyhood of his amendment Lords Buc. Madam good hope his Grace speaks chearfully Qu. God grant him health did you confer with him Buc. I Madam he desires to make attonement Betweene the Duke of Glouster and your Brothers And betweene them and my Lord Chamberlaine And sent to warne them to his Royall presence Qu. Would all were well but that will neuer be I feare our happinesse is at the height Enter Richard Rich. They do me wrong and I will not indure it Who is it that complaines vnto the King Thar I forsooth am sterne and loue them not By holy Paul they loue his Grace but lightly That fill his eares with such dissentious Rumors Because I cannot flatter and looke faire Smile in mens faces smooth deceiue and cogge Ducke with French nods and Apish curtesie I must be held a rancorous Enemy Cannot a plaine man liue and thinke no harme But thus his simple truth must be abus'd With silken slye insinuating Iackes Grey To who in all this presence speaks your Grace Rich. To thee that hast nor Honesty nor Grace When haue I iniur'd thee When done thee wrong Or thee or thee or any of your Faction A plague vpon you all His Royall Grace Whom God preserue better then you would wish Cannot be quiet scarse a breathing while But you must trouble him with lewd complaints Qu. Brother of Glouster you mistake the matter The King on his owne Royall disposition And not prouok'd by any Sutor else Ayming belike at your interiour hatred That in your outward action shewes it selfe Against my Children Brothers and my Selfe Makes him to send that he may learne the ground Rich. I cannot tell the world is growne so bad That Wrens make prey where Eagles dare not pearch Since euerie Iacke became a Gentleman There 's many a gentle person made a Iacke Qu. Come come we know your meaning Brother Gloster You enuy my aduancement and my friends God grant we neuer may haue neede of you Rich. Meane time God grants that I haue need of you Our Brother is imprison'd by your meanes My selfe disgrac'd and the Nobilitie Held in contempt while great Promotions Are daily giuen to ennoble those That scarse some two dayes since were worth a Noble Qu. By him that rais'd me to this carefull height From that contented hap which I inioy'd I neuer did incense his Maiestie Against the Duke of Clarence but haue bin An earnest aduocate to plead for him My Lord you do me shamefull iniurie Falsely to draw me in these vile suspects Rich You may deny that you were not the meane Of my Lord Hastings late imprisonment Riu. She may my Lord for Rich. She may Lord Riuers why who knowes not so She may do more sir then denying that She may helpe you to many faire preferments And then deny her ayding hand therein And lay those Honors on your high desert What may she not she may I marry may she Riu. What marry may she Ric. What marrie may she Marrie with a King A Batcheller and a handsome stripling too I wis your Grandam had a worser match Qu. My Lord of Glouster I haue too long borne Your blunt vpbraidings and your bitter scoffes By heauen I will acquaint his Maiestie Of those grosse taunts that oft I haue endur'd I had rather be a Countrie seruant maide Then a great Queene with this condition To be so baited scorn'd and stormed at Small ioy haue I in being Englands Queene Enter old Queene Margaret Mar. And lesned be that small God I beseech him Thy honor state and seate is due to me Rich. What threat you me with telling of the King I will auouch't in presence of the King I dare aduenture to be sent to th' Towre 'T is time to speake My paines are quite forgot Margaret Out Diuell I do remember them too well Thou killd'st my Husband Henrie in the Tower And Edward my poore Son at Tewkesburie Rich. Ere you were Queene I or your Husband King I was a packe-horse in his great affaires A weeder out of his proud Aduersaries A liberall rewarder of his Friends To royalize his blood I spent mine owne Margaret I and much better blood Then his or thine Rich. In all which time you and your Husband Grey Were factious for the House of Lancaster And Riuers so were you Was not your Husband In Margarets Battaile at Saint Albons slaine Let me put in your mindes if you forget What you haue beene ere this and what you are Withall what I haue beene and what I am Q.M. A murth'rous Villaine and so still thou art Rich. Poore Clarence did forsake his Father Warwicke I and forswore himselfe
which Iesu pardon Q.M. Which God reuenge Rich. To fight on Edwards partie for the Crowne And for his meede poore Lord he is mewed vp I would to God my heart were Flint like Edwards Or Edwards soft and pittifull like mine I am too childish foolish for this World Q.M. High thee to Hell for shame leaue this World Thou Cacodemon there thy Kingdome is Riu. My Lord of Gloster in those busie dayes Which here you vrge to proue vs Enemies We follow'd then our Lord our Soueraigne King So should we you if you should be our King Rich. If I should be I had rather be a Pedler Farre be it from my heart the thought thereof Qu. As little ioy my Lord as you suppose You should enioy were you this Countries King As little ioy you may suppose in me That I enioy being the Queene thereof Q.M. A little ioy enioyes the Queene thereof For I am shee and altogether ioylesse I can no longer hold me patient Heare me you wrangling Pyrates that fall out In sharing that which you haue pill'd from me Which off you trembles not that lookes on me If not that I am Queene you bow like Subiects Yet that by you depos'd you quake like Rebells Ah gentle Villaine doe not turne away Rich. Foule wrinckled Witch what mak'st thou in my sight Q.M. But repetition of what thou hast marr'd That will I make before I let thee goe Rich. Wert thou not banished on paine of death Q.M. I was but I doe find more paine in banishment Then death can yeeld me here by my abode A Husband and a Sonne thou ow'st to me And thou a Kingdome all of you allegeance This Sorrow that I haue by right is yours And all the Pleasures you vsurpe are mine Rich. The Curse my Noble Father layd on thee When thou didst Crown his Warlike Brows with Paper And with thy scornes drew'st Riuers from his eyes And then to dry them gan'st the Duke a Clowt Steep'd in the faultlesse blood of prettie Rutland His Curses then from bitternesse of Soule Denounc'd against thee are all falne vpon thee And God not we hath plagu'd thy bloody deed Qu. So iust is God to right the innocent Hast O 't was the foulest deed to slay that Babe And the most mercilesse that ere was heard of Riu. Tyrants themselues wept when it was reported Dors No man but prophecied reuenge for it Buck. Northumberland then present wept to see it Q.M. What were you snarling all before I came Ready to catch each other by the throat And turne you all your hatred now on me Did Yorkes dread Curse preuaile so much with Heauen That Henries death my louely Edwards death Their Kingdomes losse my wofull Banishment Should all but answer for that peeuish Brat Can Curses pierce the Clouds and enter Heauen Why then giue way dull Clouds to my quick Curses Though not by Warre by Surfet dye your King As ours by Murther to make him a King Edward thy Sonne that now is Prince of Wales For Edward our Sonne that was Prince of Wales Dye in his youth by like vntimely violence Thy selfe a Queene for me that was a Queene Out-liue thy glory like my wretched selfe Long may'st thou liue to wayle thy Childrens death And see another as I see thee now Deck'd in thy Rights as thou art stall'd in mine Long dye thy happie dayes before thy death And after many length'ned howres of griefe Dye neyther Mother Wife nor Englands Queene Riuers and Dorset you were standers by And so wast thou Lord Hastings when my Sonne Was stab'd with bloody Daggers God I pray him That none of you may liue his naturall age But by some vnlook'd accident cut off Rich. Haue done thy Charme y u hateful wither'd Hagge Q.M. And leaue out thee stay Dog for y u shalt heare me If Heauen haue any grieuous plague in store Exceeding those that I can wish vpon thee O let them keepe it till thy sinnes be ripe And then hurle downe their indignation On thee the troubler of the poore Worlds peace The Worme of Conscience still begnaw thy Soule Thy Friends suspect for Traytors while thou liu'st And take deepe Traytors for thy dearest Friends No sleepe close vp that deadly Eye of thine Vnlesse it be while some tormenting Dreame Affrights thee with a Hell of ougly Deuills Thou eluish mark'd abortiue rooting Hogge Thou that wast seal'd in thy Natiuitie The slaue of Nature and the Sonne of Hell Thou slander of thy heauie Mothers Wombe Thou loathed Issue of thy Fathers Loynes Thou Ragge of Honor thou detested Rich. Margaret Q.M. Richard Rich. Ha. Q.M. I call thee not Rich. I cry thee mercie then for I did thinke That thou hadst call'd me all these bitter names Q.M. Why so I did but look'd for no reply Oh let me make the Period to my Curse Rich. 'T is done by me and ends in Margaret Qu. Thus haue you breath'd your Curse against your self Q.M. Poore painted Queen vain flourish of my fortune Why strew'st thou Sugar on that Bottel'd Spider Whose deadly Web ensnareth thee about Foole foole thou whet'st a Knife to kill thy selfe The day will come that thou shalt wish for me To helpe thee curse this poysonous Bunch-backt Toade Hast False boding Woman end thy frantick Curse Least to thy harme thou moue our patience Q.M. Foule shame vpon you you haue all mou'd mine Ri. Were you wel seru'd you would be taught your duty Q. M To serue me well you all should do me duty Teach me to be your Queene and you my Subiects O serue me well and teach your selues that duty Dors Dispute not with her shee is lunaticke Q.M. Peace Master Marquesse you are malapert Your fire-new stampe of Honor is scarce currant O that your yong Nobility could iudge What 't were to lose it and be miserable They that stand high haue many blasts to shake them And if they fall they dash themselues to peeces Rich. Good counsaile marry learne it learne it Marquesse Dor. It touches you my Lord as much as me Rich. I and much more but I was borne so high Our ayerie buildeth in the Cedars top And dallies with the winde and scornes the Sunne Mar. And turnes the Sun to shade alas alas Witnesse my Sonne now in the shade of death Whose bright out-shining beames thy cloudy wrath Hath in eternall darknesse folded vp Your ayery buildeth in our ayeries Nest O God that seest it do not suffer it As it is wonne with blood lost be it so Buc. Peace peace for shame If not for Charity Mar. Vrge neither charity nor shame to me Vncharitably with me haue you dealt And shamefully my hopes by you are butcher'd My Charity is outrage Life my shame And in that shame still liue my sorrowes rage Buc. Haue done haue done Mar. O Princely Buckingham I le kisse thy hand In signe of League and amity with thee Now faire befall thee and thy Noble house Thy Garments are not spotted with our
you know his Heart Darb. What of his Heart perceiue you in his Face By any liuelyhood he shew'd to day Hast Mary that with no man here he is offended For were he he had shewne it in his Lookes Enter Richard and Buckingham Rich. I pray you all tell me what they deserue That doe conspire my death with diuellish Plots Of damned Witchcraft and that haue preuail'd Vpon my Body with their Hellish Charmes Hast The tender loue I beare your Grace my Lord Makes me most forward in this Princely presence To doome th' Offendors whosoe're they be I say my Lord they haue deserued death Rich. Then be your eyes the witnesse of their euill Looke how I am bewitch'd behold mine Arme Is like a blasted Sapling wither'd vp And this is Edwards Wife that monstrous Witch Consorted with that Harlot Strumpet Shore That by their Witchcraft thus haue marked me Hast If they haue done this deed my Noble Lord. Rich. If thou Protector of this damned Strumpet Talk'st thou to me of Ifs thou art a Traytor Off with his Head now by Saint Paul I sweare I will not dine vntill I see the same Louell and Ratcliffe looke that it be done Exeunt The rest that loue me rise and follow me Manet Louell and Ratcliffe with the Lord Hastings Hast Woe woe for England not a whit for me For I too fond might haue preuented this Stanley did dreame the Bore did rowse our Helmes And I did scorne it and disdaine to flye Three times to day my Foot-Cloth-Horse did stumble And started when he look'd vpon the Tower As loth to beare me to the slaughter-house O now I need the Priest that spake to me I now repent I told the Pursuiuant As too triumphing how mine Enemies To day at Pomfret bloodily were butcher'd And I my selfe secure in grace and fauour Oh Margaret Margaret now thy heauie Curse Is lighted on poore Hastings wretched Head Ra. Come come dispatch the Duke would be at dinner Make a short Shrift he longs to see your Head Hast O momentarie grace of mortall men Which we more hunt for then the grace of God! Who builds his hope in ayre of your good Lookes Liues like a drunken Sayler on a Mast Readie with euery Nod to tumble downe Into the fatall Bowels of the Deepe Lou. Come come dispatch 't is bootlesse to exclaime Hast. O bloody Richard miserable England I prophecie the fearefull'st time to thee That euer wretched Age hath look'd vpon Come lead me to the Block beare him my Head They smile at me who shortly shall be dead Exeunt Enter Richard and Buckingham in rotten Armour maruellous ill-fauoured Richard Come Cousin Canst thou quake and change thy colour Murther thy breath in middle of a word And then againe begin and stop againe As if thou were distraught and mad with terror Buck. Tut I can counterfeit the deepe Tragedian Speake and looke backe and prie on euery side Tremble and start at wagging of a Straw Intending deepe suspition gastly Lookes Are at my seruice like enforced Smiles And both are readie in their Offices At any time to grace my Stratagemes But what is Catesby gone Rich. He is and see he brings the Maior along Enter the Maior and Catesby Buck. Lord Maior Rich. Looke to the Draw-Bridge there Buck. Hearke a Drumme Rich. Catesby o're-looke the Walls Buck. Lord Maior the reason we haue sent Rich. Looke back defend thee here are Enemies Buck. God and our Innocencie defend and guard vs. Enter Louell and Ratcliffe with Hastings Head Rich. Be patient they are friends Ratcliffe and Louell Louell Here is the Head of that ignoble Traytor The dangerous and vnsuspected Hastings Rich. So deare I lou'd the man that I must weepe I tooke him for the plainest harmelesse Creature That breath'd vpon the Earth a Christian Made him my Booke wherein my Soule recorded The Historie of all her secret thoughts So smooth he dawb'd his Vice with shew of Vertue That his apparant open Guilt omitted I meane his Conuersation with Shores Wife He liu'd from all attainder of suspects Buck. Well well he was the couertst sheltred Traytor That euer liu'd Would you imagine or almost beleeue Wert not that by great preseruation We liue to tell it that the subtill Traytor This day had plotted in the Councell-House To murther me and my good Lord of Gloster Maior Had he done so Rich. What thinke you we are Turkes or Infidels Or that we would against the forme of Law Proceed thus rashly in the Villaines death But that the extreme perill of the case The Peace of England and our Persons safetie Enforc'd vs to this Execution Maior Now faire befall you he deseru'd his death And your good Graces both haue well proceeded To warne false Traytors from the like Attempts Buck. I neuer look'd for better at his hands After he once fell in with Mistresse Shore Yet had we not determin'd he should dye Vntill your Lordship came to see his end Which now the louing haste of these our friends Something against our meanings haue preuented Because my Lord I would haue had you heard The Traytor speake and timorously confesse The manner and the purpose of his Treasons That you might well haue signify'd the same Vnto the Citizens who haply may Misconster vs in him and wayle his death Ma. But my good Lord your Graces words shal serue As well as I had seene and heard him speake And doe not doubt right Noble Princes both But I le acquaint our dutious Citizens With all your iust proceedings in this case Rich. And to that end we wish'd your Lordship here T' auoid the Censures of the carping World Buck. Which since you come too late of our intent Yet witnesse what you heare we did intend And so my good Lord Maior we bid farwell Exit Maior Rich. Goe after after Cousin Buckingham The Maior towards Guild-Hall hyes him in all poste There at your meetest vantage of the time Inferre the Bastardie of Edwards Children Tell them how Edward put to death a Citizen Onely for saying he would make his Sonne Heire to the Crowne meaning indeed his House Which by the Signe thereof was tearmed so Moreouer vrge his hatefull Luxurie And beastiall appetite in change of Lust Which stretcht vnto their Seruants Daughters Wiues Euen where his raging eye or sauage heart Without controll lusted to make a prey Nay for a need thus farre come neere my Person Tell them when that my Mother went with Child Of that insatiate Edward Noble Yorke My Princely Father then had Warres in France And by true computation of the time Found that the Issue was not his begot Which well appeared in his Lineaments Being nothing like the Noble Duke my Father Yet touch this sparingly as 't were farre off Because my Lord you know my Mother liues Buck. Doubt not my Lord I le play the Orator As if the Golden Fee for which I plead Were for my selfe and so my Lord adue Rich. If you
Songs of Death He striketh him There take thou that till thou bring better newes Mess The newes I haue to tell your Maiestie Is that by sudden Floods and fall of Waters Buckinghams Armie is dispers'd and scatter'd And he himselfe wandred away alone No man knowes whither Rich. I cry thee mercie There is my Purse to cure that Blow of thine Hath any well-aduised friend proclaym'd Reward to him that brings the Traytor in Mess Such Proclamation hath been made my Lord. Enter another Messenger Mess Sir Thomas Louell and Lord Marquesse Dorset 'T is said my Liege in Yorkeshire are in Armes But this good comfort bring I to your Highnesse The Brittaine Nauie is dispers'd by Tempest Richmond in Dorsetshire sent out a Boat Vnto the shore to aske those on the Banks If they were his Assistants yea or no Who answer'd him they came from Buckingham Vpon his partie he mistrusting them Hoys'd sayle and made his course againe for Brittaine Rich. March on march on since we are vp in Armes If not to fight with forraine Enemies Yet to beat downe these Rebels here at home Enter Catesby Cat. My Liege the Duke of Buckingham is taken That is the best newes that the Earle of Richmond Is with a mighty power Landed at Milford Is colder Newes but yet they must be told Rich. Away towards Salsbury while we reason here A Royall batteil might be wonne and lost Some one take order Buckingham be brought To Salsbury the rest march on with me Florish Exeunt Scena Quarta Enter Derby and Sir Christopher Der. Sir Christopher tell Richmond this from me That in the stye of the most deadly Bore My Sonne George Stanley is frankt vp in hold If I reuolt off goes yong Georges head The feare of that holds off my present ayde So get thee gone commend me to thy Lord. Withall say that the Queene hath heartily consented He should espouse Elizabeth hir daughter But tell me where is Princely Richmond now Chri. At Penbroke or at Hertford West in Wales Der. What men of Name resort to him Chri Sir Walter Herbert a renowned Souldier Sir Gilbert Talbot Sir William Stanley Oxford redoubted Pembroke Sir Iames Blunt And Rice ap Thomas with a valiant Crew And many other of great name and worth And towards London do they bend their power If by the way they be not fought withall Der. Well hye thee to thy Lord I kisse his hand My Letter will resolue him of my minde Farewell Exeunt Actus Quintus Scena Prima Enter Buckingham with Halberds led to Execution Buc. Will not King Richard let me speake with him Sher. No my good Lord therefore be patient Buc. Hastings and Edwards children Gray Riuers Holy King Henry and thy faire Sonne Edward Vaughan and all that haue miscarried By vnder-hand corrupted foule iniustice If that your moody discontented soules Do through the clowds behold this present houre Euen for reuenge mocke my destruction This is All-soules day Fellow is it not Sher. It is Buc. Why then Al-soules day is my bodies doomsday This is the day which in King Edwards time I wish'd might fall on me when I was found False to his Children and his Wiues Allies This is the day wherein I wisht to fall By the false Faith of him whom most I trusted This this All-soules day to my fearfull Soule Is the determin'd respit of my wrongs That high All-seer which I dallied with Hath turn'd my fained Prayer on my head And giuen in earnest what I begg'd in iest Thus doth he force the swords of wicked men To turne their owne points in their Masters bosomes Thus Margarets curse falles heauy on my necke When he quoth she shall split thy heart with sorrow Remember Margaret was a Prophetesse Come leade me Officers to the blocke of shame Wrong hath but wrong and blame the due of blame Exeunt Buckingham with Officers Scena Secunda Enter Richmond Oxford Blunt Herbert and others with drum and colours Richm Fellowes in Armes and my most louing Frends Bruis'd vnderneath the yoake of Tyranny Thus farre into the bowels of the Land Haue we marcht on without impediment And heere receiue we from our Father Stanley Lines of faire comfort and encouragement The wretched bloody and vsurping Boare That spoyl'd your Summer Fields and fruitfull Vines Swilles your warm blood like wash makes his trough In your embowel'd bosomes This foule Swine Is now euen in the Centry of this Isle Ne're to the Towne of Leicester as we learne From Tamworth thither is but one dayes march In Gods name cheerely on couragious Friends To reape the Haruest of perpetuall peace By this one bloody tryall of sharpe Warre Oxf. Euery mans Conscience is a thousand men To sight against this guilty Homicide Her I doubt not but his Friends will turne to vs. Blunt He hath no friends but what are friends for fear Which in his deerest neede will flye from him Richm. All for our vantage then in Gods name march True Hope is swift and flyes with Swallowes wings Kings it makes Gods and meaner creatures Kings Exeunt Omnes Enter King Richard in Armes with Norfolke Ratcliffe and the Earle of Surrey Rich. Here pitch our Tent euen here in Bosworth field My Lord of Surrey why looke you so sad Sur. My heart is ten times lighter then my lookes Rich. My Lord of Norfolke Nor. Heere most gracious Liege Rich. Norfolke we must haue knockes Ha must we not Nor. We must both giue and take my louing Lord. Rich. Vp with my Tent heere wil I lye to night But where to morrow Well all 's one for that Who hath descried the number of the Traitors Nor. Six or seuen thousand is their vtmost power Rich. Why our Battalia trebbles that account Besides the Kings name is a Tower of strength Which they vpon the aduerse Faction want Vp with the Tent Come Noble Gentlemen Let vs suruey the vantage of the ground Call for some men of found direction Let 's lacke no Discipline make no delay For Lords to morrow is a busie day Exeunt Enter Richmond Sir William Brandon Oxford and Dorset Richm. The weary Sunne hath made a Golden set And by the bright Tract of his fiery Carre Giues token of a goodly day to morrow Sir William Brandon you shall beare my Standard Giue me some Inke and Paper in my Tent I le draw the Forme and Modell of our Battaile Limit each Leader to his seuerall Charge And part in iust proportion our small Power My Lord of Oxford you Sir William Brandon And your Sir Walter Herbert stay with me The Earle of Pembroke keepes his Regiment Good Captaine Blunt beare my goodnight to him And by the second houre in the Morning Desire the Earle to see me in my Tent Yet one thing more good Captaine do for me Where is Lord Stanley quarter'd do you know Blunt Vnlesse I haue mistane his Colours much Which well I am assur'd I haue not done His Regiment lies halfe a
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
mercy Iesu Soft I did but dreame O coward Conscience how dost thou afflict me The Lights burne blew It is not dead midnight Cold fearefull drops stand on my trembling flesh What do I feare my Selfe There 's none else by Richard loues Richard that is I am I. Is there a Murtherer heere No Yes I am Then flye What from my Selfe Great reason why Lest I Reuenge What my Selfe vpon my Selfe Alacke I loue my Selfe Wherefore For any good That I my Selfe haue done vnto my Selfe O no. Alas I rather hate my Selfe For hatefull Deeds committed by my Selfe I am a Villaine yet I Lye I am not Foole of thy Selfe speake well Foole do not flatter My Conscience hath a thousand seuerall Tongues And euery Tongue brings in a seuerall Tale And euerie Tale condemnes me for a Villaine Periurie in the high'st Degree Murther sterne murther in the dyr'st degree All seuerall sinnes all vs d in each degree Throng all to ' th Barre crying all Guilty Guilty I shall dispaire there is no Creature loues me And if I die no soule shall pittie me Nay wherefore should they Since that I my Selfe Finde in my Selfe no pittie to my Selfe Me thought the Soules of all that I had murther'd Came to my Tent and euery one did threat To morrowes vengeance on the head of Richard Enter Ratcliffe Rat. My Lord. King Who 's there Rat. Ratcliffe my Lord 't is I the early Village Cock Hath twice done salutation to the Morne Your Friends are vp and buckle on their Armour King O Ratcliffe I feare I feare Rat. Nay good my Lord be not affraid of Shadows King By the Apostle Paul shadowes to night Haue stroke more terror to the soule of Richard Then can the substance of ten thousand Souldiers Armed in proofe and led by shallow Richmond 'T is not yet neere day Come go with me Vnder our Tents I le play the Ease-dropper To heare if any meane to shrinke from me Exeunt Richard Ratâ—liffe Enter the Lords to Richmond sitting in his Tent. Richm. Good morrow Richmond Rich. Cry mercy Lords and watchfull Gentlemen That you haue tane a tardie sluggard heere Lords How haue you slept my Lord Rich. The sweetest sleepe And fairest boading Dreames That euer entred in a drowsie head Haue I since your departure had my Lords Me thought their Soules whose bodies Rich. murther'd Came to my Tent and cried on Victory I promise you my Heart is very iocond In the remembrance of so faire a dreame How farre into the Morning is it Lords Lor. Vpon the stroke of foure Rich. Why then 't is time to Arme and giue direction His Oration to his Souldiers More then I haue said louing Countrymen The leysure and inforcement of the time Forbids to dwell vpon yet remember this God and our good cause fight vpon our side The Prayers of holy Saints and wronged soules Like high rear'd Bulwarkes stand before our Faces Richard except those whom we fight against Had rather haue vs win then him they follow For what is he they follow Truly Gentlemen A bloudy Tyrant and a Homicide One rais'd in blood and one in blood establish'd One that made meanes to come by what he hath And slaughter'd those that were the meanes to help him A base foule Stone made precious by the soyle Of Englands Chaire where he is falâ—ely set One that hath euer beene Gods Enemy Then if you fight against Gods Enemy God will in iustice ward you as his Soldiers If you do sweare to put a Tyrant downe You sleepe in peace the Tyrant being slaine If you do fight against your Countries Foes Your Countries Fat shall pay your paines the hyre If you do fight in safegard of your wiues Your wiues shall welcome home the Conquerors If you do free your Children from the Sword Your Childrens Children quits it in your Age. Then in the name of God and all these rights Aduance your Standards draw your willing Swords For me the ransome of my bold attempt Shall be this cold Corpes on the earth's cold face But if I thriue the gaine of my attempt The least of you shall share his part thereof Sound Drummes and Trumpets boldly and cheerefully God and Saint George Richmond and Victory Enter King Richard Ratcliffe and Catesby K. What said Northumberland as touching Richmond Rat. That he was neuer trained vp in Armes King He said the truth and what said Surrey then Rat. He smil'd and said the beâ—ter for our purpose King He was in the right and so indeed it is Tell the clocke there Clocke strikes Giue me a Kalender Who saw the Sunne to day Rat. Not I my Lord. King Then he disdaines to shine for by the Booke He should haue brau'd the East an houre ago A blacke day will it be to somebody Ratcliffe Rat. My Lord. King The Sun will not be seene to day The sky doth frowne and lowre vpon our Army I would these dewy teares were from the ground Not shine to day Why what is that to me More then to Richmond For the selfe-same Heauen That frownes on me lookes sadly vpon him Enter Norfolke Nor. Arme arme my Lord the foe vaunts in the field King Come bustle bustle Caparison my horse Call vp Lord Stanley bid him bring his power I will leade forth my Soldiers to the plaine And thus my Battell shal be ordred My Foreward shall be drawne in length Consisting equally of Horse and Foot Our Archers shall be placed in the mid'st Iohn Duke of Norfolke Thomas Earle of Surrey Shall haue the leading of the Foot and Horse They thus directed we will fllow In the maine Battell whose puissance on either side Shall be well-winged with our cheefest Horse This and Saint George to boote What think'st thou Norfolke Nor. A good direction warlike Soueraigne This found I on my Tent this Morning Iockey of Norfolke be not so bold For Dickon thy maister is bought and sold King A thing deuised by the Enemy Go Gentlemen euery man to his Charge Let not our babling Dreames affright our soules For Conscience is a word that Cowards vse Deuis'd at first to keepe the strong in awe Our strong armes be our Conscience Swords our Law March on ioyne brauely let vs too 't pell mell If not to heauen then hand in hand to Hell What shall I say more then I haue inferr'd Remember whom you are to cope withall A sort of Vagabonds Rascals and Run-awayes A scum of Brittaines and base Lackey Pezants Whom their o're-cloyed Country vomits forth To desperate Aduentures and assur'd Destruction You sleeping safe they bring you to vnrest You hauing Lands and blest with beauteous wiues They would restraine the one distaine the other And who doth leade them but a paâ—try Fellow Long kept in Britaine at our Mothers cost A Milke-sop one that neuer in his life Felt so much cold as ouer shooes in Snow Let 's whip these straglers o're the Seas againe Lash hence these ouer-weening Ragges of France These famish'd Beggers
weary of their liues Who but for dreaming on this fond exploit For want of meanes poore Rats had hang'd themselues If we be conquered let men conquer vs And not these bastard Britaines whom our Fathers Haue in their owne Land beaten bobb'd and thump'd And on Record left them the heires of shame Shall these enioy our Lands lye with our Wiues Rauish our daughters Drum afarre off Hearke I heare their Drumme Right Gentlemen of England fight boldly yeomen Draw Archers draw your Arrowes to the head Spurre your proud Horses hard and â—ide in blood Amaze the welkin with your broken staues Enter a Messenger What sayes Lord Stanley will he bring his power Mes My Lord he doth deny to come King Off with his sonne Georges head Nor. My Lord the Enemy is past the Marsâ— After the battaile let George Stanley dye King A thousand hearts are great within my bosom Aduance our Standards set vpon our Foes Our Ancient word of Courage faire S. George Inspire vs with the spleene of fiery Dragons Vpon them Victorie sits on our helpes Alarum excursions Enter Catesby Cat. Rescue my Lord of Norfolke Rescue Rescue The King enacts more wonders then a man Daring an opposite to euery danger His horse is slaine and all on foot he fights Seeking for Richmond in the throat of death Rescue faire Lord or else the day is lost Alarums Enter Richard Rich. A Horse a Horse my Kingdome for a Horse Cates. Withdraw my Lord I le helpe you to a Horse Rich. Slaue I haue set my life vpon a cast And I will stand the hazard of the Dye I thinke there be sixe Richmonds in the field Fiue haue I slaine to day in stead of him A Horse a Horse my Kingdome for a Horse Alarum Enter Richard and Richmond they fight Richard is slaine Retreat and Flourish Enter Richmond Derby bearing the Crowne with diuers other Lords Richm. God and your Armes Be prais'd Victorious Friends The day is ours the bloudy Dogge is dead Der. Couragious Richmond Well hast thou acquit thee Loe Heere these long vsurped Royalties From the dead Temples of this bloudy Wretch Haue I pluck'd off to grace thy Browes withall Weare it and make much of it Richm. Great God of Heauen say Amen to all But tell me is yong George Stanley liuing Der. He is my Lord and safe in Leicester Towne Whither if you please we may withdraw vs. Richm. What men of name are slaine on either side Der. Iohn Duke of Norfolke Walter Lord Ferris Sir Robert Brokenbury and Sir William Brandon Richm. Interre their Bodies as become their Births Proclaime a pardon to the Soldiers fled That in submission will returne to vs And then as we haue tane the Sacrament We will vnite the White Rose and the Red. Smile Heauen vpon this faire Coniunction That long haue frown'd vpon their Enmity What Traitor heares me and sayes not Amen England hath long beene mad and scarr'd her selfe The Brother blindely shed the Brothers blood The Father rashly slaughtered his owne Sonne The Sonne compell'd beene Butcher to the Sire All this diuided Yorke and Lancaster Diuided in their dire Diuision O now let Richmond and Elizabeth The true Succeeders of each Royall House By Gods faire ordinance conioyne together And let thy Heires God if thy will be so Enrich the time to come with Smooth-fac'd Peace With smiling Plenty and faire Prosperous dayes Abate the edge of Traitors Gracious Lord That would reduce these bloudy dayes againe And make poore England weepe in Streames of Blood Let them not liue to taste this Lands increase That would with Treason wound this faire Lands peace Now Ciuill wounds are stopp'd Peace liues agen That she may long liue heere God say Amen Exeunt FINIS The Famous History of the Life of King HENRY the Eight THE PROLOGVE I Come no more to make you laugh Things now That beare a Weighty and a Serious Brow Sad high and working full of State and Woe Such Noble Scoenes as draw the Eye to flow We now present Those that can Pitty heere May if they thinke it well let fall a Teare The Subiect will deserue it Such as giue Their Money out of hope they may beleeue May heere finde Truth too Those that come to see Onely a show or two and so agree The Play may passe If they be still and willing I le vndertake may see away their shilling Richly in two short houres Onely they That come to heare a Merry Bawdy Play A noyse of Targets Or to see a Fellow In a long Motley Coate garded with Yellow Will be deceyu'd For gentle Hearers know To ranke our chosen Truth with such a show As Foole and Fight is beside forfeâ—ting Our owne Braines and the Opinion that we bring To make that onely true we now intend Will leaue vs neuer an vnderstanding Friend Therefore for Goodnesse sake and as you are knowne The First and Happiest Hearers of the Towne Be sad as we would make ye Thâ—nkeye see The very Persons of our Noble Story As they were Liuing Thinke you see them Great And follow'd with the generall throng and sweat Of thousand Friends Then in a moment see How soone this Mightinesse meets Misery And if you can be merry then I le say A Man may weepe vpon his Wedding day Actus Primus Scoena Prima Enter the Duke of Norfolke at one doore At the other the Duke of Buckingham and the Lord Aburgauenny Buckingham GOod morrow and well met How haue ye done Since last we saw in France Norf. I thanke your Grace Healthfull and euer since a fresh Admirer Of what I saw there Buck. An vntimely Ague Staid me a Prisoner in my Chamber when Those Sunnes of Glory those two Lights of Men Met in the vale of Andren Nor. 'Twixt Guynes and Arde I was then present saw them salute on Horsebacke Beheld them when they lighted how they clung In their Embracement as they grew together Which had they What foure Thron'd ones could haue weigh'd Such a compounded one Buck. All the whole time I was my Chambers Prisoner Nor. Then you lost The view of earthly glory Men might say Till this time Pompe was single but now married To one aboue it selfe Each following day Became the next dayes master till the last Made former Wonders it 's To day the French All Clinquant all in Gold like Heathen Gods Shone downe the English and to morrow they Made Britaine India Euery man that stood Shewâ—d like a Mine Their Dwarfish Pages were As Cherubins all gilt the Madams too Not vs'd to toyle did almost sweat to beare The Pride vpon them that their very labour Was to them as a Painting Now this Maske Was cry'de incompareable and th' ensuing night Made it a Foole and Begger The two Kings Equall in lustre were now best now worst As presence did present them Him in eye Still him in praise and being present both 'T was said they saw but one and no Discerner Durst wagge his
should take roote here where we sit Or sit State-Statues onely Kin. Things done well And with a care exempt themselues from feare Things done without example in their issue Are to be fear'd Haue you a President Of this Commission I beleeue not any We must not rend our Subiects from our Lawes And sticke them in our Will Sixt part of each A trembling Contribution why we take From euery Tree lop barke and part o' th' Timber And though we leaue it with a roote thus hackt The Ayre will drinke the Sap. To euery County Where this is question'd send our Letters with Free pardon to each man that has deny'de The force of this Commission pray looke too 't I put it to your care Card. A word with you Let there be Letters writ to euery Shire Of the Kings grace and pardon the greeued Commons Hardly conceiue of me Let it be nois'd That through our Intercession this Reuokement And pardon come I shall anon aduise you Further in the proceeding Exit Secret Enter Surueyor Queen I am sorry that the Duke of Buckingham Is run in your displeasure Kin. It grieues many The Gentleman is Learn'd and a most rare Speaker To Nature none more bound his trayning such That he may furnish and instruct great Teachers And neuer seeke for ayd out of himselfe yet see When these so Noble benefits shall proue Not well dispos'd the minde growing once corrupt They turne to vicious formes ten times more vgly Then euer they were faire This man so compleat Who was enrold ' mongst wonders and when we Almost with rauish'd listning could not finde His houre of speech a minute He my Lady Hath into monstrous habits put the Graces That once were his and is become as blacke As if besmear'd in hell Sit by Vs you shall heare This was his Gentleman in trust of him Things to strike Honour sad Bid him recount The fore-recited practises whereof We cannot feele too little heare too much Card. Stand forth with bold spirit relate what you Most like a carefull Subiect haue collected Out of the Duke of Buckingham Kin. Speake freely Sur. First it was vsuall with him euery day It would infect his Speech That if the King Should without issue dye hee 'l carry it so To make the Scepter his These very words I 'ue heard him vtter to his Sonne in Law Lord Aburgany to whom by o th' he menac'd Reuenge vpon the Cardinall Card. Please your Highnesse note This dangerous conception in this point Not frended by his wish to your High person His will is most malignant and it stretches Beyond you to your friends Queen My learn'd Lord Cardinall Deliuer all with Charity Kin. Speake on How grounded hee his Title to the Crowne Vpon our faile to this poynt hast thou heard him At any time speake ought Sur. He was brought to this By a vaine Prophesie of Nicholas Henton Kin. What was that Henton Sur. Sir a Chartreux Fryer His Confessor who fed him euery minute With words of Soueraignty Kin. How know'st thou this Sur. Not long before your Hignesse sped to France The Duke being at the Rose within the Parish Saint Laurence Poultney did of me demand What was the speech among the Londoners Concerning the French Iourney I replide Men feare the French would proue perfidious To the Kings danger presently the Duke Said 't was the feare indeed and that he doubted 'T would proue the verity of certaine words Spoke by a holy Monke that oft sayes he Hath sent to me wishing me to permit Iohn de la Car my Chaplaine a choyce howre To heare from him a matter of some moment Whom after vnder the Commissions Seale He sollemnly had sworne that what he spoke My Chaplaine to no Creature liuing but To me should vtter with demure Confidence This pausingly ensu'de neither the King nor 's Heyres Tell you the Duke shall prosper bid him striue To the loue o' th' Commonalty the Duke Shall gouerne England Queen If I know you well You were the Dukes Surueyor and lost your Office On the complaint o' th' Tenants take good heed You charge not in your spleene a Noble person And spoyle your nobler Soule I say take heed Yes heartily beseech you Kin. Let him on Goe forward Sur. On my Soule I le speake but truth I told my Lord the Duke by th' Diuels illusions The Monke might be deceiu'd and that 't was dangerous For this to ruminate on this so farre vntill It forg'd him some designe which being beleeu'd It was much like to doe He answer'd Tush It can doe me no damage adding further That had the King in his last Sicknesse faild The Cardinals and Sir Thomas Louels heads Should haue gone off Kin. Ha What so rancke Ah ha There 's mischiefe in this man canst thou say further Sur. I can my Liedge Kin. Proceed Sur. Being at Greenwich After your Highnesse had reprou'd the Duke About Sir William Blumer Kin. I remember of such a time being my sworn seruant The Duke retein'd him his But on what hence Sur. If quoth he I for this had beene committed As to the Tower I thought I would haue plaid The Part my Father meant to act vpon Th' Vsurper Richard who being at Salsbury Made suit to come in 's presence which if granted As he made semblance of his duty would Haue put his knife into him Kin. A Gyant Traytor Card. Now Madam may his Highnes liue in freedome And this man out of Prison Queen God mend all Kin. Ther 's somthing more would out of thee what say'st Sur. After the Duke his Father with the knife He stretch'd him and with one hand on his dagger Another spread on 's breast mounting his eyes He did discharge a horrible Oath whose tenor Was were he euill vs'd he would outgoe His Father by as much as a performance Do's an irresolute purpose Kin. There 's his period To sheath his knife in vs he is attach'd Call him to present tryall if he may Finde mercy in the Law 't is his if none Let him not seek't of vs By day and night Hee 's Traytor to th' height Exeunt Scaena Tertia Enter L. Chamberlaine and L. Sandys L. Ch. Is' t possible the spels of France should iuggle Men into such strange mysteries L. San. New customes Though they be neuer so ridiculous Nay let 'em be vnmanly yet are follow'd L. Ch. As farre as I see all the good our English Haue got by the late Voyage is but meerely A fit or two o' th' face but they are shrewd ones For when they hold 'em you would sweare directly Their very noses had been Councellours To Pepin or Clotharius they keepe State so L. San. They haue all new legs And lame ones one would take it That neuer see 'em pace before the Spauen A Spring-halt rain'd among ' em L. Ch. Death my Lord Their cloathes are after such a Pagan cut too 't That sure th' haue worne out Châ—istendome how now What
suites The Greatnesse of his Person Buck. Nay Sir Nicholas Let it alone my State now will but mocke me When I came hither I was Lord High Constable And Duke of Buckingham now poore Edward Bohun Yet I am richer then my base Accusers That neuer knew what Truth meant I now seale it And with that bloud will make 'em one day groane for 't My noble Father Henry of Buckingham Who first rais'd head against Vsurping Richard Flying for succour to his Seruant Banister Being distrest was by that wretch betraid And without Tryall fell Gods peace be with him Henry the Seauenth succeeding truly pittying My Fathers losse like a most Royall Prince Restor'd me to my Honours and out of ruines Made my Name once more Noble Now his Sonne Henry the Eight Life Honour Name and all That made me happy at one stroake ha's taken For euer from the World I had my Tryall And must needs say a Noble one which makes me A little happier then my wretched Father Yet thus farre we are one in Fortunes both Fell by our Seruants by those Men we lou'd most A most vnnaturall and faithlesse Seruice Heauen ha's an end in all yet you that heare me This from a dying man receiue as certaine Where you are liberall of your loues and Councels Be sure you be not loose for those you make friends And giue your hearts to when they once perceiue The least rub in your fortunes fall away Like water from ye neuer found againe But where they meane to sinke ye all good people Pray for me I must now forsake ye the last houre Of my long weary life is come vpon me Farewell and when you would say somthing that is sad Speake how I fell I haue done and God forgiue me Exeunt Duke and Traine 1. O this is full of pitty Sir it cals I feare too many curseâ— on their heads That were the Authors 2. If the Duke be guiltlesse 'T is full of woe yet I can giue you inckling Of an ensuing euill if it fall Greater then this 1. Good Angels keepe it from vs What may it be you doe not doubt my faith Sir 2. This Secret is so weighty 't will require A strong faith to conceale it 1. Let me haue it I doe not talke much 2. I am confident You shall Sir Did you not of late dayes heare A buzzing of a Separation Betweene the King and Katherine 1. Yes but it held not For when the King once heard it out of anger He sent command to the Lord Mayor straight To stop the rumor and allay those tongues That durst disperse it 2. But that slander Sir Is found a truth now for it growes agen Fresher then e're it was and held for certaine The King will venture at it Either the Cardinall Or some about him neere haue out of malice To the good Queene possest him with a scruple That will vndoe her To confirme this too Cardinall Campeius is arriu'd and lately As all thinke for this busines 1. T is the Cardinall And meerely to reuenge him on the Emperour For not bestowing on him at his asking The Archbishopricke of Toledo this is purpos'd 2. I thinke You haue hit the marke but is' t not cruell That she should feele the smart of this the Cardinall Will haue his will and she must fall 1. 'T is wofull Wee are too open heere to argue this Let 's thinke in priuate more Exeunt Scena Secunda Enter Lord Chamberlaine reading this Letter MY Lord the Horses your Lordship sent for with all the care I had I saw well chosen ridden and furnish'd They were young and handsome and of the best breed in the North. When they were ready to set out for London a man of my Lord Cardinalls bâ— Commission and maine power tooke 'em from me with this reason his maister would bee seru'd before a Subiect if not before the King which stop'd our mouthes Sir I feare he will indeede well let him haue them hee will haue all I thinke Enter to the Lord Chamberlaine the Dukes of Norfolke and Suffolke Norf. Well met my Lord Chamberlaine Cham. Good day to both your Graces Suff. How is the King imployd Cham. I left him priuate Full of sad thoughts and troubles Norf. What 's the cause Cham. It seemes the Marriage with his Brothers Wife Ha's crept too neere his Conscience Suff. No his Conscience Ha's crept too neere another Ladie Norf. T is so This is the Cardinals doing The King-Cardinall That blinde Priest like the eldest Sonne of Fortune Turnes what he list The King will know him one day Suff. Pray God he doe Hee 'l neuer know himselfe else Norf. How holily he workes in all his businesse And with what zeale For now he has crackt the League Between vs the Emperor the Queens great Nephew He diues into the Kings Soule and there scatters Dangers doubts wringing of the Conscience Feares and despaires and all these for his Marriage And out of all these to restore the King He counsels a Diuorce a losse of her That like a Iewell ha's hung twenty yeares About his necke yet neuer lost her lustre Of her that loues him with that excellence That Angels loue good men with Euen of her That when the greatest stroake of Fortune falls Will blesse the King and is not this course pious Cham. Heauen keep me from such councel t is most true These newes are euery where euery tongue speaks 'em And euery true heart weepes for 't All that dare Looke into these affaires see this maine end The French Kings Sister Heauen will one day open The Kings eyes that so long haue slept vpon This bold bad man Suff. And free vs from his slauery Norf. We had need pray And heartily for our deliuerance Or this imperious man will worke vs all From Princes into Pages all mens honours Lie like one lumpe before him to be fashion'd Into what pitch he please Suff. For me my Lords I loue him not nor feare him there 's my Creede As I am made without him so I le stand If the King please his Curses and his blessings Touch me alike th' are breath I not beleeue in I knew him and I know him so I leaue him To him that made him proud the Pope Norf. Let 's in And with some other busines put the King From these sad thoughts that work too much vpon him My Lord you le beare vs company Cham. Excuse me The King ha's sent me otherwhere Besides You 'l finde a most vnfit time to disturbe him Health to your Lordships Norfolke Thankes my good Lord Chamberlaine Exit Lord Chamberlaine and the King drawes the Curtaine and sits reading pensiuely Suff. How sad he lookes sure he is much afflicted Kin. Who 's there Ha Norff. Pray God he be not angry Kin. Who 's there I say How dare you thrust your selues Into my priuate Meditations Who am I Ha Norff. A gracious King that pardons all offences Malice ne're meant Our
Thomas Louell what 's the matter It seemes you are in hast and if there be No great offence belongs too 't giue your Friend Some touch of your late businesse Affaires that walke As they say Spirits do at midnight haue In them a wilder Nature then the businesse That seekes dispatch by day Lou. My Lord I loue you And durst commend a secret to your eare Much waightier then this worke The Queens in Labor They say in great Extremity and fear'd Shee 'l with the Labour end Gard. The fruite she goes with I pray for heartily that it may finde Good time and liue but for the Stocke Sir Thomas I wish it grubb'd vp now Lou. Me thinkes I could Cry the Amen and yet my Conscience sayes Shee 's a good Creature and sweet-Ladie do's Deserue our better wishes Gard. But Sir Sir Heare me Sir Thomas y' are a Gentleman Of mine owne way I know you Wise Religious And let me tell you it will ne're be well 'T will not Sir Thomas Louell tak 't of me Till Cranmer Cromwel her two hands and shee Sleepe in their Graues Louell Now Sir you speake of two The most remark'd i' th' Kingdome as for Cromwell Beside that of the Iewell-House is made Master O' th' Rolles and the Kings Secretary Further Sir Stands in the gap and Trade of moe Preferments With which the Lime will loade him Th' Archbyshop Is the Kings hand and tongue and who dare speak One syllable against him Gard. Yes yes Sir Thomas There are that Date and I my selfe haue ventur'd To speake my minde of him and indeed this day Sir I may tell it you I thinke I haue Incenst the Lords o' th' Councell that he is For so I know he is they know he is A most Arch-Heretique a Pestilence That does infect the Land with which they moued Haue broken with the King who hath so farre Giuen care to our Complaint of his great Grace And Princely Care fore-seeing those fell Mischiefes Our Reasons layd before him hath commanded To morrow Morning to the Councell Boord He be conuented He 's a ranke weed Sir Thomas And we must root him out From your Affaires I hinder you too long Good night Sir Thomas Exit Gardiner and Page Lou. Many good nights my Lord I rest your seruant Enter King and Suffolke King Charles I will play no more to night My mindes not on 't you are too hard for me Suff. Sir I did neuer win of you before King But little Charles Nor shall not when my Fancies on my play Now Louel from the Queene what is the Newes Lou. I could not personally deliuer to her What you commanded me but by her woman I sent your Message who return'd her thankes In the great'st humâ—se and desir'd your Highnesse Most heartily to pr◠〈◊〉 King What say 〈◊〉 Ha To pray for her Wha◠〈◊〉 â—e crying out Lou. So said her woman and that her suffrance made Almost each pang a death King Alas good Lady Suf. God safely quit her of her Burthen and With gentle Trauaile to the gladding of Your Highnesse with an Heire King 'T is midnight Charles Prythee to bed and in thy Prayres remember Th' estate of my poore Queene Leaue me alone For I must thinke of that which company Would not be friendly too Suf. I wish your Highnesse A quiet night and my good Mistris will Remember in my Prayers King Charles good night Exit Suffolke Well Sir what followes Enter Sir Anthony Denny Den. Sir I haue brought my Lord the Arch-byshop As you commanded me King Ha Canterbury Den. I my good Lord. King 'T is true where is he Denny Den. He attends your Highnesse pleasure King Bring him to Vs. Lou. This is about that which the Byshop spake I am happily come hither Enter Cranmer and Denny King Auoyd the Gallery Louel seemes to stay Ha I haue said Be gone What Exeunt Louell and Denny Cran. I am fearefull Wherefore frownes he thus 'T is his Aspect of Terror All 's not well King How now my Lord You do desire to know wherefore I sent for you Cran. It is my dutie T' attend your Highnesse pleasure King Pray you arise My good and gracious Lord of Canterburie Come you and I must walke a turne together I haue Newes to tell you Come come giue me your hand Ah my good Lord I greeue at what I speake And am right sorrie to repeat what followes I haue and most vnwillingly of late Heard many greeuous I do say my Lord Greeuous complaints of you which being consider'd Haue mou'd Vs and our Councell that you shall This Morning come before vs where I know You cannot with such freedome purge your selfe But that till further Triall in those Charges Which will require your Answer you must take Your patience to you and be well contented To make your house our Towre you a Brother of vs It fits we thus proceed or else no witnesse Would come against you Cran. I humbly thanke your Highnesse And am right glad to catch this good occasion Most throughly to be winnowed where my Chaffe And Corne shall flye asunder For I know There 's none stands vnder more calumnious tongues Then I my selfe poore man King Stand vp good Canterbury Thy Truth and thy Integrity is rooted In vs thy Friend Giue me thy hand stand vp Prythee let 's walke Now by my Holydame What manner of man are you My Lord I look'd You would haue giuen me your Petition that I should haue tane some paines to bring together Your selfe and your Accusers and to haue heard you Without indurance further Cran. Most dread Liege The good I stand on is my Truth and Honestie If they shall faile I with mine Enemies Will triumph o're my person which I waigh not Being of those Vertues vacant I feare nothing What can be said against me King Know you not How your state stands i' th' world with the whole world Your Enemies are many and not small their practises Must beare the same proportion and not euer The Iustice and the Truth o' th' question carries The dew o' th' Verdict with it at what case Might corrupt mindes procure Knaues as corrupt To sweare against you Such things haue bene done You are Potently oppos'd and with a Malice Of as great Size Weene you of better lucke I meane in periur'd Witnesse then your Master Whose Minister you are whiles heere he liu'd Vpon this naughty Earth Go too go too You take a Precepit for no leape of danger And woe your owne destruction Cran. God and your Maiesty Protect mine innocence or I fall into The trap is laid for me King Be of good cheere They shall no more preuaile then we giue way too Keepe comfort to you and this Morning see You do appeare before them If they shall chance In charging you with matters to commit you The best perswasions to the contrary Faile not to vse and with what vehemencie Th' occasion shall instruct you If intreaties
Will render you no remedy this Ring Deliuer them and your Appeale to vs There make before them Looke the goodman weeps He 's honest on mine Honor. Gods blest Mother I sweare he is true-hearted and a soule None better in my Kingdome Get you gone And do as I haue bid you Exit Cranmer He ha's strangled his Language in his teares Enter Olde Lady Gent within Come backe what meane you Lady I le not come backe the tydings that I bring Will make my boldnesse manners Now good Angels Fly o're thy Royall head and shade thy person Vnder their blessed wings King Now by thy lookes I gesse thy Message Is the Queene deliuer'd Say I and of a boy Lady I I my Liege And of a louely Boy the God of heauen Both now and ever blesse her 'T is a Gyrle Promises Boyes heereafter Sir your Queen Desires your Visitation and to be Acquainted with this stranger 't is as like you As Cherry is to Cherry King Louell Lou. Sir King Giue her an hundred Markes I le to the Queene Exit King Lady An hundred Markes By this light I le ha more An ordinary Groome is for such payment I will haue more or scold it out of him Said I for this the Gyrle was like to him I le Haue more or else vnsay't and now while 't is hot I le put it to the issue Exit Ladie Scena Secunda Enter Cranmer Archbyshop of Canterbury Cran. I hope I am not too late and yet the Gentleman That was sent to me from the Councell pray'd me To make great hast All fast What meanes this Hoa Who waites there Sure you know me Enter Keeper Keep Yes my Lord But yet I cannot helpe you Cran. Why Keep Your Grace must waight till you be call'd for Enter Doctor Buts Cran. So. Buts This is a Peere of Malice I am glad I came this way so happily The King Shall vnderstand it presently Exit Buts Cran. 'T is Buts The Kings Physitian as he past along How earnestly he cast his eyes vpon me Pray heauen he sound not my disgrace for certaine This is of purpose laid by some that hate me God turne their hearts I neuer sought their malice To quench mine Honor they would shame to make me Wait else at doore a fellow Councellor 'Mong Boyes Groomes and Lackeyes But their pleasures Must be fulfill'd and I attend with patience Enter the King and Buts at a Windowe aboue Buts I le shew your Grace the strangest fight King What 's that Buts Butts I thinke your Highnesse saw this many a day Kin. Body a me where is it Butts There my Lord The high promotion of his Grace of Canterbury Who holds his State at dore ' mongst Purseuants Pages and Foot-boyes Kin. Ha 'T is he indeed Is this the Honour they doe one another 'T is well there 's one aboue 'em yet I had thought They had parted so much honesty among 'em At least good manners as not thus to suffer A man of his Place and so neere our fauour To dance attendance on their Lordships pleasures And at the dore too like a Post with Packets By holy Mary Butts there 's knauery Let 'em alone and draw the Curtaine close We shall heare more anon A Councell Table brought in with Chayres and Stooles and placed vnder the State Enter Lord Chancellour places himselfe at the vpper end of the Table on the left hand A Seate being left void aboue him as for Canterburies Seate Duke of Suffolke Duke of Norfolke Surrey Lord Chamberlaine Gardiner seat themselues in Order on each side Cromwell at lower end as Secretary Chan. Speake to the businesse M. Secretary Why are we met in Councell Crom. Please your Honours The chiefe cause concernes his Grace of Canterbury Gard. Ha's he had knowledge of it Crom. Yes Norf. Who waits there Keep Without my Noble Lords Gard. Yes Keep My Lord Archbishop And ha's done halfe an houre to know your pleasures Chan. Let him come in Keep Your Grace may enter now Cranmer approches the Councell Table Chan. My good Lord Archbishop I 'm very sorry To sit heere at this present and behold That Chayre stand empty But we all are men In our owne natures fraile and capable Of our flesh few are Angels out of which frailty And want of wisedome you that best should teach vs Haue misdemean'd your selfe and not a little Toward the King first then his Lawes in filling The whole Realme by your teaching your Chaplaines For so we are inform'd with new opinions Diuers and dangerous which are Heresies And not reform'd may proue pernicious Gard. Which Reformation must be sodaine too My Noble Lords for those that tame wild Horses Pace 'em not in their hands to make 'em gentle But stop their mouthes with stubborn Bits spurre 'em Till they obey the mannage If we suffer Out of our easinesse and childish pitty To one mans Honour this contagious sicknesse Farewell all Physicke and what followes then Commotions vprores with a generall Taint Of the whole State as of late dayes our neighbours The vpper Germany can deerely witnesse Yet freshly pittied in our memories Cran. My good Lords Hitherto in all the Progresse Both of my Life and Office I haue labour'd And with no little study that my teaching And the strong course of my Authority Might-goe one way and safely and the end Was euer to doe well nor is there liuing I speake it with a single heart my Lords A man that more detests more stirres against Both in his priuate Conscience and his place Desacers of a publique peace then I doe Pray Heauen the King may neuer find a heart With lesse Allegeance in it Men that make Enuy and crooked malice nourishment Dare bite the best I doe beseech your Lordships That in this case of Iustice my Accusers Be what they will may stand forth face to face And freely vrge against me Suff. Nay my Lord That cannot be you are a Counsellor And by that vertue no man dare accuse you Gard. My Lord because we haue busines of more moment We will be short with you 'T is his Highnesse pleasure And our consent for better tryall of you From hence you be committed to the Tower Where being but a priuate man againe You shall know many dare accuse you boldly More then I feare you are prouided for Cran. Ah my good Lord of Winchester I thanke you You are alwayes my good Friend if your will passe I shall both finde your Lordship Iudge and Iuror You are so mercifull I see your end 'T is my vndoing Loue and meekenesse Lord Become a Churchman better then Ambition Win straying Soules with modesty againe Cast none away That I shall cleere my selfe Lay all the weight ye can vpon my patience I make as little doubt as you doe conscience In doing dayly wrongs I could say more But reuerence to your calling makes me modest Gard. My Lord my Lord you are a Sectary That 's the plaine truth
Let me ne're hope to see a Chine againe And that I would not for a Cow God saue her Within Do you heare M. Porter Port. I shall be with you presently good M. Puppy Keepe the dore close Sirha Man What would you haue me doe Por. What should you doe But knock 'em downe by th' dozens Is this More fields to muster in Or haue wee some strange Indian with the great Toole come to Court the women so besiege vs Blesse me what a fry of Fornication is at dore On my Christian Conscience this one Christening will beget a thousand here will bee Father God-father and all together Man The Spoones will be the bigger Sir There is a fellow somewhat neere the doore he should be a Brasier by his face for o' my conscience twenty of the Dog-dayes now reigne in 's Nose all that stand about him are vnder the Line they need no other pennance that Fire-Drake did I hit three times on the head and three times was his Nose discharged against mee hee stands there like a Morter-piece to blow vs. There was a Habberdashers Wife of small wit neere him that rail'd vpon me till her pinck'd porrenger fell off her head for kindling such a combustion in the State I mist the Meteor once and hit that Woman who cryed out Clubbes when I might see from farre some forty Truncheoners draw to her succour which were the hope o' th' Strond where she was quartered they fell on I made good my place at length they came to th' broome staffe to me I defide 'em stil when sodainly a File of Boyes behind 'em loose shot deliuer'd such a showre of Pibbles that I was faine to draw mine Honour in and let 'em win the Worke the Diuell was amongst 'em I thinke surely Por. These are the youths that thunder at a Playhouse and fight for bitten Apples that no Audience but the tribulation of Tower Hill or the Limbes of Limehouse their deare Brothers are able to endure I haue some of 'em in Limbo Patrum and there they are like to dance these three dayes besides the running Banquet of two Beadles that is to come Enter Lord Chamberlaine Cham. Mercy o' me what a Multitude are heere They grow still too from all Parts they are comming As if we kept a Faire heere Where are these Porters These lazy knaues Y' haue made a fine hand fellowes There 's a trim rabble let in are all these Your faithfull friends o' th' Suburbs We shall haue Great store of roome no doubt left for the Ladies When they passe backe from the Christening Por. And 't please your Honour We are but men and what so many may doe Not being torne a pieces we haue done An Army cannot rule ' em Cham. As I liue If the King blame me for 't I le lay ye all By th' heeles and sodainly and on your heads Clap round Fines for neglect y' are lazy knaues And heere ye lye baiting of Bombards when Ye should doe Seruice Harke the Trumpets sound Th' are come already from the Christening Go breake among the preasse and finde away out To let the Troope passe fairely or I le finde A Marshallsey shall hold ye play these two Monthes Por. Make way there for the Princesse Man You great fellow Stand close vp or I le make your head ake Por. You i' th' Chamblet get vp o' th' raile I le pecke you o're the pales esse Exeunt Scena Quarta Enter Trumpets sounding Then two Aldermen L. Maior Garter Cranmer Duke of Norfolke with his Marshals Staffe Duke of Suffolke two Noblemen bearing great standing Bowles for the Christening Guifts Then foure Noblemen bearing a Canopy vnder which the Dutchesse of Norfolke Godmother bearing the Childe richly habited in a Mantle c. Traine borne by a Lady Then followes the Marchionesse Dorset the other Godmother and Ladies The Troope passe once about the Stage and Garter speakes Gart. Heauen From thy endlesse goodnesse send prosperous life Long and euer happie to the high and Mighty Princesse of England Elizabeth Flourish Enter King and Guard Cran. And to your Royall Grace the good Queen My Noble Partners and my selfe thus pray All comfort ioy in this most gracious Lady Heauen euer laid vp to make Parents happy May hourely fall vpon ye Kin. Thanke you good Lord Archbishop What is her Name Cran. Elizabeth Kin. Stand vp Lord With this Kisse take my Blessing God protect thee Into whose hand I giue thy Life Cran. Amen Kin. My Noble Gossips y' haue beene too Prodigall I thanke ye heartily So shall this Lady When she ha's so much English Cran. Let me speake Sir For Heauen now bids me and the words I vtter Let none thinke Flattery for they 'l finde 'em Truth This Royall Infant Heauen still moue about her Though in her Cradle yet now promises Vpon this Land a thousand thousand Blessings Which Time shall bring to ripenesse She shall be But few now liuing can behold that goodnesse A Patterne to all Princes liuing with her And all that shall succeed Saba was neuer More couetous of Wisedome and faire Vertue Then this pure Soule shall be All Princely Graces That mould vp such a mighty Piece as this is With all the Vertues that attend the good Shall still be doubled on her Truth shall Nurse her Holy and Heauenly thoughts still Counsell her She shall be lou'd and fear'd Her owne shall blesse her Her Foes shake like a Field of beaten Corne And hang their heads with sorrow Good growes with her In her dayes Euery Man shall eate in safety Vnder hâ—s owne Vine what he plants and sing The merry Songs of Peace to all his Neighbours God shall be truely knowne and those about her From her shall read the perfect way of Honour And by those claime their greatnesse not by Blood Nor shall this peace sleepe with her But as when The Bird of Wonder dyes the Mayden Phoenix Her Ashes new create another Heyre As great in admiration as her selfe So shall she leaue her Blessednesse to One When Heauen shal call her from this clowd of darknes Who from the sacred Ashes of her Honour Shall Star-like rise as great in fame as she was And so stand fix'd Peace Plenty Loue Truth Terror That were the Seruants to this chosen Infant Shall then be his and like a Vine grow to him Where euer the bright Sunne of Heauen shall shine His Honour and the greatnesse of his Name Shall be and make new Nations He shall flourish And like a Mountaine Cedar reach his branches To all the Plaines about him Our Childrens Children Shall see this and blesse Heauen Kin. Thou speakest wonders Cran. She shall be to the happinesse of England An aged Princesse many dayes shall see her And yet no day without a deed to Crowne it Would I had knowne no more But she must dye She must the Saints must haue her yet a Virgin A most vnspotted Lilly shall she passe To th' ground
chides blacknesse Aia. I le let his humours bloud Ag. He will be the Physitian that should be the patient Aia. And all men were a my minde Vlis Wit would be out of fashion Aia. A should not beare it so a should eate Swords first shall pride carry it Nest And 't would you 'ld carry halfe Vlis A would haue ten shares Aia. I will knede him I le make him supple hee 's not yet through warme Nest Force him with praises poure in poure in his ambition is dry Vlis My L. you feede too much on this dislike Nest Our noble Generall doe not doe so Diom. You must prepare to fight without Achilles Vlis Why 't is this naming of him doth him harme Here is a man but 't is before his face I will be silent Nest Wherefore should you so He is not emulous as Achilles is Vlis ' Know the whole world he is as valiant Aia. A horson dog that shal palter thus with vs would he were a Troian Nest What a vice were it in Aiax now Vlis If he were proud Dio. Or couetous of praise Vlis I or surley borne Dio. Or strange or selfe affected Vl. Thank the heauens L. thou art of sweet composure Praise him that got thee she that gaue thee sucke Fame by thy Tutor and thy parts of nature Thrice fam'd beyond beyond all erudition But he that disciplin'd thy armes to fight Let Mars deuide Eternity in twaine And giue him halfe and for thy vigour Bull-bearing Milo his addition yeelde To sinnowie Aiax I will not praise thy wisdome Which like a bourne a pale a shore confines Thy spacious and dilated parts here 's Nestor Instructed by the Antiquary times He must he is he cannot but be wise But pardon Father Nestor were your dayes As greene as Aiax and your braine so temper'd You should not haue the eminence of him But be as Aiax Aia. Shall I call you Father Vlis I my good Sonne Dio. Be rul'd by him Lord Aiax Vlis There is no tarrying here the Hart Achilles Keepes thicker please it our Generall To call together all his state of warre Fresh Kings are come to Troy to morrow We must with all our maine of power stand fast And here 's a Lord come Knights from East to West And cull their flowre Aiax shall cope the best Ag. Goe we to Counsaile let Achilles sleepe Light Botes may saile swift though greater bulkes draw deepe Exeunt Musicke sounds within Enter Pandarus and a Seruant Pan. Friend you pray you a word Doe not you follow the yong Lord Paris Ser. I sir when he goes before me Pan. You depend vpon him I meane Ser. Sir I doe depend vpon the Lord. Pan. You depend vpon a noble Gentleman I must needes praise him Ser. The Lord be praised Pa. You know me doe you not Ser. Faith sir superficially Pa. Friend know me better I am the Lord Pandarus Ser. I hope I shall know your honour better Pa. I doe desire it Ser. You are in the state of Grace Pa. Grace not so friend honor and Lordship are my title What Musique is this Ser. I doe but partly know sir it is Musicke in parts Pa. Know you the Musitians Ser. Wholly sir Pa. Who play they to Ser. To the hearers sir Pa. At whose pleasure friend Ser. At mine sir and theirs that loue Musicke Pa. Command I meane friend Ser. Who shall I command sir Pa. Friend we vnderstand not one another I am too courtly and thou art too cunning At whose request doe these men play Ser. That 's too 't indeede sir marry sir at the request of Paris my L. who 's there in person with him the mortall Venus the heart bloud of beauty loues inuisible soule Pa. Who my Cosin Cressida Ser. No sir Helen could you not finde out that by her attributes Pa. It should seeme fellow that thou hast not seen the Lady Cressida I come to speake with Paris from the Prince Troylus I will make a complementall assault vpon him for my businesse seethes Ser. Sodden businesse there 's a stewed phrase indeede Enter Paris and Helena Pan. Faire be to you my Lord and to all this faire company faire desires in all faire measure fairely guide them especially to you faire Queene faire thoughts be your faire pillow Hel. Deere L. you are full of faire words Pan. You speake your faire pleasure sweete Queene faire Prince here is good broken Musicke Par. You haue broke it cozen and by my life you shall make it whole againe you shall peece it out with a peece of your performance Nel he is full of harmony Pan. Truely Lady no. Hel. O sir Pan. Rude in sooth in good sooth very rude Paris Well said my Lord well you say so in fits Pan. I haue businesse to my Lord deere Queene my Lord will you vouchsafe me a word Hel. Nay this shall not hedge vs out wee le heare you sing certainely Pan. Well sweete Queene you are pleasant with me but marry thus my Lord my deere Lord and most esteemed friend your brother Troylus Hel. My Lord Pandarus hony sweete Lord. Pan. Go too sweete Queene goe to Commends himselfe most affectionately to you Hel. You shall not bob vs out of our melody If you doe our melancholly vpon your head Pan. Sweete Queene sweete Queene that 's a sweete Queene I faith Hel. And to make a sweet Lady sad is a sower offence Pan. Nay that shall not serue your turne that shall it not in truth la. Nay I care not for such words no no. And my Lord he desires you that if the King call for him at Supper you will make his excuse Hel. My Lord Pandarus Pan. What saies my sweete Queene my very very sweete Queene Par. What exploit's in hand where sups he to night Hel. Nay but my Lord Pan. What saies my sweere Queene my cozen will fall out with you Hel. You must not know where he sups Par. With my disposer Cressida Pan. No no no such matter you are wide come your disposer is sicke Par. Well I le make excuse Pan. I good my Lord why should you say Cressida no your poore disposer's sicke Par. I spie Pan. You spie what doe you spie come giue me an Instrument now sweete Queene Hel. Why this is kindely done Pan. My Neece is horrible in loue with a thing you haue sweete Queene Hel. She shall haue it my Lord if it be not my Lord Paris Pand. Hee no shee le none of him they two are twaine Hel. Falling in after falling out may make them three Pan. Come come I le heare no more of this I le sing you a song now Hel. I I prethee now by my troth sweet Lord thou hast a fine fore-head Pan. I you may you may Hel. Let thy song be loue this loue will vndoe vs al. Oh Cupid Cupid Cupid Pan. Loue I that it shall yfaith Par. I good now loue loue no thing but loue Pan. In good troth it begins so Loue loue nothing but
loue still more For O loues Bow Shootes Bucke and Doe The Shaft confounds not that it wounds But tickles still the sore These Louers cry oh ho they dye Yet that which seemes the wound to kill Doth turne oh ho to ha ha he So dying loue liues still O ho a while but ha ha ha O ho grones out for ha ha ha hey ho. Hel. In loue yfaith to the very tip of the nose Par. He eates nothing but doues loue and that breeds hot bloud and hot bloud begets hot thoughts and hot thoughts beget hot deedes and hot deedes is loue Pan. Is this the generation of loue Hot bloud hot thoughts and hot deedes why they are Vipers is Loue a generation of Vipers Sweete Lord whose a field to day Par. Hector Deiphoebus Helenus Anthenor and all the gallantry of Troy I would faine haue arm'd to day but my Nell would not haue it so How chance my brother Troylus went not Hel. He hangs the lippe at something you know all Lord Pandarus Pan. Not I hony sweete Queene I long to heare how they sped to day You le remember your brothers excuse Par. To a hayre Pan. Farewell sweete Queene Hel. Commend me to your Neece Pan. I will sweete Queene Sound a retreat Par. They 're come from fielde let vs to Priams Hall To greete the Warriors Sweet Hellen I must woe you To helpe vnarme our Hector his stubborne Buckles With these your white enchanting fingers toucht Shall more obey then to the edge of Steele Or force of Greekish sinewes you shall doe more Then all the Iland Kings disarme great Hector Hel. 'T will make vs proud to be his seruant Paris Yea what he shall receiue of vs in duetie Giues vs more palme in beautie then we haue Yea ouershines our selfe Sweete aboue thought I loue thee Exeunt Enter Pandarus and Troylus Man Pan. How now where 's thy Maister at my Couzen Cressidas Man No sir he stayes for you to conduct him thither Enter Troylus Pan. O here he comes How now how now Troy Sirra walke off Pan. Haue you seene my Cousin Troy No Pandarus I stalke about her doore Like a strange soule vpon the Stigian bankes Staying for waftage O be thou my Charon And giue me swift transportance to those fields Where I may wallow in the Lilly beds Propos'd for the deseruer O gentle Pandarus From Cupids shoulder plucke his painted wings And flye with me to Cressid Pan. Walke here i th' Orchard I le bring her straight Exit Pandarus Troy I am giddy expectation whirles me round Th' imaginary relish is so sweete That it inchants my sence what will it be When that the watry pallats taste indeede Loues thrice reputed Nectar Death I feare me Sounding distruction or some ioy too fine Too subtile potent and too sharpe in sweetnesse For the capacitie of my ruder powers I feare it much and I doe feare besides That I shall loose distinction in my ioyes As doth a battaile when they charge on heapes The enemy flying Enter Pandarus Pan. Shee 's making her ready shee le come straight you must be witty now she does so blush fetches her winde so short as if she were fraid with a sprite I le fetch her it is the prettiest villaine she fetches her breath so short as a new tane Sparrow Exit Pandâ— Troy Euen such a passion doth imbrace my bosome My heart beates thicker then a feauorous pulse And all my powers doe their bestowing loose Like vassâ—lage at vnawares encountring The eye of Maiestie Enter Pandarus and Cressida Pan. Come come what neede you blush Shames a babie here she is now sweare the oathes now to her that you haue sworne to me What are you gone againe you must be watcht ere you be made tame must you come your wayes come your wayes and you draw backward wee le put you i' th fils why doe you not speak to her Come draw this curtaine let 's see your picture Alasse the day how loath you are to offend day light and 't were darke you 'ld close sooner So so rub on and kisse the mistresse how now a kisse in fee-farme build there Carpenter the ayre is sweete Nay you shall fight your hearts out ere I part you The Faulcon as the Tercell for all the Ducks i th Riuer go too go too Troy You haue bereft me of all words Lady Pan. Words pay no debts giue her deedes but shee le bereaue you ' o th' deeds too if shee call your actiuity in question what billing againe here 's in witnesse whereof the Parties interchangeably Come in come in I le go get a fire Cres Will you walke in my Lord Troy O Cressida how often haue I wisht me thus Cres Wisht my Lord the gods grant O my Lord. Troy What should they grant what makes this pretty abruption what too curious dreg espies my sweete Lady in the fountaine of our loue Cres More dregs then water if my eares haue eyes Troy Feares make diuels of Cherubins they neuer see truely Cres Blinde feare that seeing reason leads findes safe footing then blinde reason stumbling without feare to feare the worst oft cures the worse Troy Oh let my Lady apprehend no feare In all Cupids Pageant there is presented no monster Cres Not nothing monstrous neither Troy Nothing but our vndertakings when we vowe to weepe seas liue in fire eate rockes tame Tygers thinking it harder for our Mistresse to deuise imposition inough then for vs to vndergoe any difficultie imposed This is the monstruositie in loue Lady that the will is infinite and the execution confin'd that the desire is boundlesse and the act a slaue to limit Cres They say all Louers sweare more performance then they are able and yet reserue an ability that they neuer performe vowing more then the perfection of ten and discharging lesse then the tenth part of one They that haue the voyce of Lyons and the act of Hares are they not Monsters Troy Are there such such are not we Praise vs as we are tasted allow vs as we proue our head shall goe bare till merit crowne it no perfection in reuersion shall haue a praise in present wee will not name desert before his birth and being borne his addition shall be humble few words to faire faith Troylus shall be such to Cressid as what enuie can say worst shall be a mocke for his truth and what truth can speake truest not truer then Troylus Cres Will you walke in my Lord Enter Pandarus Pan. What blushing still haue you not done talking yet Cres Well Vnckle what folly I commit I dedicate to you Pan. I thanke you for that if my Lord get a Boy of you you le giue him me be true to my Lord if he flinch chide me for it Tro. You know now your hostages your Vnckles word and my firme faith Pan. Nay I le giue my word for her too our kindred though they be long ere they are wooed they are constant being
wonne they are Burres I can tell you they 'le sticke where they are throwne Cres Boldnesse comes to mee now and brings mee heart Prince Troylus I haue lou'd you night and day for many weary moneths Troy Why was my Cressid then so hard to win Cres Hard to seeme won but I was won my Lord With the first glance that euer pardon me If I confesse much you will play the tyrant I loue you now but not till now so much But I might maister it in faith I lye My thoughts were like vnbrideled children grow Too head-strong for their mother see we fooles Why haue I blab'd who shall be true to vs When we are so vnsecret to our selues But though I lou'd you well I woed you not And yet good faith I wisht my selfe a man Or that we women had mens priuiledge Of speaking first Sweet bid me hold my tongue For in this rapture I shall surely speake The thing I shall repent see see your silence Comming in dumbnesse from my weakenesse drawes My soule of counsell from me Stop my mouth Troy And shall albeit sweete Musicke issues thence Pan. Pretty yfaith Cres My Lord I doe beseech you pardon me 'T was not my purpose thus to beg a kisse I am asham'd O Heauens what haue I done For this time will I take my leaue my Lord. Troy Your leaue sweete Cressid Pan. Leaue and you take leaue till to morrow morning Cres Pray you content you Troy What offends you Lady Cres Sir mine owne company Troy You cannot shun your selfe Cres Let me goe and try I haue a kinde of selfe recides with you But an vnkinde selfe that it selfe will leaue To be anothers foole Where is my wit I would be gone I speake I know not what Troy Well know they what they speake that speakes so wisely Cre. Perchance my Lord I shew more craft then loue And fell so roundly to a large confession To Angle for your thoughts but you are wise Or else you loue not for to be wise and loue Exceedes mans might that dwels with gods aboue Troy O that I thought it could be in a woman As if it can I will presume in you To feede for aye her lampe and flames of loue To keepe her constancie in plight and youth Out-liuing beauties outward with a minde That doth renew swifter then blood decaies Or that perswasion could but thus conuince me That my integritie and truth to you Might be affronted with the match and waight Of such a winnowed puriritie in loue How were I then vp-lifted but alas I am as true as truths simplicitie And simpler then the infancie of truth Crâ—s In that I le warre with you Troy O vertuous fight When right with right wars who shall be most right True swaines in loue shall in the world to come Approue their truths by Troylus when their rimes Full of protest of oath and big compare Wants similes truth tir'd with iteration As true as steele as plantage to the Moone As Sunne to day as Turtle to her mate As Iron to Adamant as Earth to th' Center Yet after all comparisons of truth As truths authenticke author to be cited As true as Troylus shall crowne vp the Verse And sanctifie the numbers Cres Prophet may you be If I be false or swerue a haire from truth When time is old and hath forgot it selfe When water drops haue worne the Stones of Troy And blinde obliuion swallow'd Cities vp And mightie States characterlesse are grated To dustie nothing yet let memory From false to false among false Maids in loue Vpbraid my falsehood when they'aue said as false As Aire as Water as Winde as sandie earth As Foxe to Lambe as Wolfe to Heifers Calfe Pard to the Hinde or Stepdame to her Sonne Yea let them say to sticke the heart of falsehood As false as Cressid Pand. Go too a bargaine made seale it seale it I le be the witnesse here I hold your hand here my Cousins feuer you proue false one to another since I haue taken such paines to bring you together let all pittifull goers betweene be cal'd to the worlds end after my name call them all Panders let all constant men be Troylusses all false women Cressids and all brokers betweene Panders say Amen Troy Amen Cres Amen Pan. Amen Whereupon I will shew you a Chamber which bed because it shall not speake of your prettie encounters presse it to death away And Cupid grant all tong-tide Maidens heere Bed Chamber and Pander to prouide this geere Exeunt Enter Vlysses Diomedes Nestor Agamemnon Menelaus and Chalcas Florish Cal. Now Princes for the seruice I haue done you Th' aduantage of the time promps me aloud To call for recompence appeare it to your minde That through the sight I beare in things to loue I haue abandon'd Troy left my possession Incur'd a Traitors name expos'd my selfe From certaine and possest conueniences To doubtfull fortunes sequestring from me all That time acquaintance custome and condition Made tame and most familiar to my nature And here to doe you seruice am become As new into the world strange vnacquainted I doe beseech you as in way of taste To giue me now a little benefit Out of those many registred in promise Which you say liue to come in my behalfe Agam. What would'st thou of vs Troian make demand Cal. You haue a Troian prisoner cal'd Anthenor Yesterday tooke Troy holds him very deere Oft haue you often haue you thankes therefore Desir'd my Cressid in right great exchange Whom Troy hath still deni'd but this Anthenor I know is such a wrest in their affaires That their negotiations all must slacke Wanting his mannage and they will almost Giue vs a Prince of blood a Sonne of Priam In change of him Let him be sent great Princes And he shall buy my Daughter and her presence Shall quite strike off all seruice I haue done In most accepted paine Aga. Let Diomedes beare him And bring vs Cressid hither Calcas shall haue What he requests of vs good Diomed Furnish you fairely for this enterchange Withall bring word if Hector will to morrow Be answer'd in his challenge Aiax is ready Dio. This shall I vndertake and 't is a burthen Which I am proud to beare Exit Enter Achilles and Patroclus in their Tent. Vlis Achilles stands i' th entrance of his Tent Please it our Generall to passe strangely by him As if he were forgot and Princes all Lay negligent and loose regard vpon him I will come last 't is like hee le question me Why such vnplaâ—siue eyes are bent why turn'd on him If so I haue derision medicinable To vse betweene your strangenesse and his pride Which his owne will shall haue desire to drinke It may doe good pride hath no other glasse To show it selfe but pride for supple knees Feede arrogance and are the proud mans fees Agam. Wee le execute your purpose and put on A forme of strangenesse as we passe along So
The issue is embracement Aiax farewell Aia. If I might in entreaties finde successe As seld I haue the chance I would desire My famous Cousin to our Grecian Tents Diom. 'T is Agamemnons wish and great Achilles Doth long to see vnarm'd the valiant Hector Hect. Aeneas call my brother Troylus to me And signifie this louing enterview To the expecters of our Troian part Desire them home Giue me thy hand my Cousin I will goe eate with thee and see your Knights Enter Agamemnon and the rest Aia. Great Agamemnon comes to meete vs here Hect. The worthiest of them tell me name by name But for Achilles mine owne serching eyes Shall finde him by his large and portly size Aga. Worthy of Armes as welcome as to one That would be rid of such an enemie But that 's no welcome vnderstand more cleere What 's past and what 's to come is strew'd with huskes And formelesse ruine of obliuion But in this extant moment faith and troth Strain'd purely from all hollow bias drawing Bids thee with most diuine integritie From heart of very heart great Hector welcome Hect. I thanke thee most imperious Agamemnon Aga. My well-fam'd Lord of Troy no lesse to you Men. Let me confirme my Princely brothers greeting You brace of warlike Brothers welcome hither Hect. Who must we answer Aene. The Noble Menelaus Hect. O you my Lord by Mars his gauntlet thanks Mocke not that I affect th' vntraded Oath Your quondam wife sweares still by Venus Gloue Shee 's well but bad me not commend her to you Men. Name her not now sir she 's a deadly Theame Hect. O pardon I offend Nest I haue thou gallant Troyan seene thee oft Labouring for destiny make cruell way Through rankes of Greekish youth and I haue seen thee As hot as Perseus spurre thy Phrygian Steed And seene thee scorning forfeits and subduments When thou hast hung thy aduanced sword i' th' ayre Not letting it decline on the declined That I haue said vnto my standers by Loe Iupiter is yonder dealing life And I haue seene thee pause and take thy breath When that a ring of Greekes haue hem'd thee in Like an Olympian wrestling This haue I seene But this thy countenance still lockt in steele I neuer saw till now I knew thy Grandsire And once fought with him he was a Souldier good But by great Mars the Captaine of vs all Neuer like thee Let an oldman embrace thee And worthy Warriour welcome to our Tents Aene. 'T is the old Nestor Hect. Let me embrace thee good old Chronicle That hast so long walk'd hand in hand with time Most reuerend Nestor I am glad to claspe thee Ne. I would my armes could match thee in contention As they contend with thee in courtesie Hect. I would they could Nest Ha by this white beard I 'ld fight with thee to morrow Well welcom welcome I haue seen the time Vlys I wonder now how yonder City stands When we haue heere her Base and pillar by vs. Hect. I know your fauour Lord Vlysses well Ah sir there 's many a Greeke and Troyan dead Since first I saw your selfe and Diomed In Illion on your Greekish Embassie Vlys Sir I foretold you then what would ensue My prophesie is but halfe his iourney yet For yonder wals that pertly front your Towne Yond Towers whose wanton tops do busse the clouds Must kisse their owne feet Hect. I must not beleeue you There they stand yet and modestly I thinke The fall of euery Phrygian stone will cost A drop of Grecian blood the end crownes all And that old common Arbitrator Time Will one day end it Vlys So to him we leaue it Most gentle and most valiant Hector welcome After the Generall I beseech you next To Feast with me and see me at my Tent. Achil. I shall forestall thee Lord Vlysses thou Now Hector I haue fed mine eyes on thee I haue with exact view perus'd thee Hector And quoted ioynt by ioynt Hect. Is this Achilles Achil. I am Achilles Hect. Stand faire I prythee let me looke on thee Achil. Behold thy fill Hect. Nay I haue done already Achil. Thou art to breefe I will the second time As I would buy thee view thee limbe by limbe Hect. O like a Booke of sport thou 'lt reade me ore But there 's more in me then thou vnderstand'st Why doest thou so oppresse me with thine eye Achil. Tell me you Heauens in which part of his body Shall I destroy him Whether there or there or there That I may giue the locall wound a name And make distinct the very breach where-out Hectors great spirit flâ—w Answer me heauens Hect. It would discredit the blest Gods proud man To answer such a question Stand againe Think'st thou to catch my life so pleasantly As to prenominate in nice coniecture Where thou wilt hit me dead Achil. I tell thee yea Hect. Wert thou the Oracle to tell me so I 'ld not beleeue thee henceforth guard thee well For I le not kill thee there nor there nor there But by the forge that stythied Mars his helme I le kill thee euery where yea ore and ore You wisest Grecians pardon me this bragge His insolence drawes folly from my lips But I le endeuour deeds to match these words Or may I neuer Aiax Do not chafe thee Cosin And you Achilles let these threats alone Till accident or purpose bring you too 't You may euery day enough of Hector If you haue stomacke The generall state I feare Can scarse intreat you to be odde with him Hect. I pray you let vs see you in the field We haue had pelting Warres since you refus'd The Grecians cause Achil. Dost thou intreat me Hector To morrow do I meete thee fell as death To night all Friends Hect. Thy hand vpon that match Aga. First all you Peeres of Greece go to my Tent There in the full conuiue you Afterwards As Hectors leysure and your bounties shall Concurre together seuerally intreat him Beate lowd the Taborins let the Trumpets blow That this great Souldier may his welcome know Exeunt Troy My Lord Vlysses tell me I beseech you In what place of the Field doth Calchas keepe Vlys At Menelaus Tent most Princely Troylus There Diomed doth feast with him to night Who neither lookes on heauen nor on earth But giues all gaze and bent of amorous view On the faire Cressid Troy Shall I sweet Lord be bound to thee so much After we part from Agamemnons Tent To bring me thither Vlys You shall command me sir As gentle tell me of what Honour was This Cressida in Troy had she no Louer there That wailes her absence Troy O sir to such as boasting shew their scarres A mocke is due will you walke on my Lord She was belou'd she lou'd she is and dooth But still sweet Loue is food for Fortunes tooth Exeunt Enter Achilles and Patroclus Achil. I le heat his blood with Greekish wine to night Which with my
fayre the Tribune speakes To calme my thoughts Bassia Marcus Andronicus so I do affie In thy vprightnesse and Integrity And so I Loue and Honor thee and thine Thy Noble Brother Titus and his Sonnes And Her to whom my thoughts are humbled all Gracious Lauinia Romes rich Ornament That I will heere dismisse my louing Friends And to my Fortunes and the Peoples Fauour Commit my Cause in ballance to be weigh'd Exit Souldiours Saturnine Friends that haue beene Thus forward in my Right I thanke you all and heere Dismisse you all And to the Loue and Fauour of my Countrey Commit my Selfe my Person and the Cause Rome be as iust and gracious vnto me As I am confident and kinde to thee Open the Gates and let me in Bassia Tribunes and me a poore Competitor Flourish They go vp into the Senat house Enter a Captaine Cap. Romanes make way the good Andronicus Patron of Vertue Romes best Champion Successefull in the Battailes that he fights With Honour and with Fortune is return'd From whence he circumscribed with his Sword And brought to yoke the Enemies of Rome Sound Drummes and Trumpets And then enter two of Titus Sonnes After them two men bearing a Coffin couered with blacke then two other Sonnes After them Titus Andronicus and then Tamora the Queene of Gothes her two Sonnes Chiron and Demetrius with Aaron the Moore and others as many as can bee They set downe the Coffin and Titus speakes Andronicus Haile Rome Victorious in thy Mourning Weedes Loe as the Barke that hath discharg'd his fraught Returnes with precious lading to the Bay From whence at first she wegâ—h'd her Anchorage Commeth Andronicus bound with Lawrell bowes To resalute his Country with his teares Teares of true ioy for his returne to Rome Thou great defender of this Capitoll Stand gracious to the Rites that we intend Romaines of fiue and twenty Valiant Sonnes Halfe of the number that King Priam had Behold the poore remaines aliue and dead These that Suruiue let Rome reward with Loue These that I bring vnto their latest home With buriall amongst their Auncestors Heere Gothes haue giuen me leaue to sheath my Sword Titus vnkinde and carelesse of thine owne Why suffer'st thou thy Sonnes vnburied yet To houer on the dreadfull shore of Stix Make way to lay them by their Bretheren They open the Tombe There greete in silence as the dead are wont And sleepe in peace slaine in your Countries warres O sacred receptacle of my ioyes Sweet Cell of vertue and Noblitie How many Sonnes of mine hast thou in store That thou wilt neuer render to me more Luc. Giue vs the proudest prisoner of the Gothes That we may hew his limbes and on a pile Admanus fratrum sacrifice his flesh Before this earthly prison of their bones That so the shadowes be not vnappeas'd Nor we disturb'd with prodigies on earth Tit. I giue him you the Noblest that Suruiues The eldest Son of this distressed Queene Tam. Stay Romaine Bretheren gracious Conqueror Victorious Titus rue the teares I shed A Mothers teares in passion for her sonne And if thy Sonnes were euer deere to thee Oh thinke my sonnes to be as deere to mee Sufficeth not that we are brought to Rome To beautifie thy Triumphs and returne Captiue to thee and to thy Romaine yoake But must my Sonnes be slaughtred in the streetes For Valiant doings in their Countries cause O! If to fight for King and Common-weale Were piety in thine it is in these Andronicus staine not thy Tombe with blood Wilt thou draw neere the nature of the Gods Draw neere them then in being mercifull Sweet mercy is Nobilities true badge Thrice Noble Titus spare my first borne sonne Tit. Patient your selfe Madam and pardon me These are the Brethren whom you Gothes beheld Aliue and dead and for their Bretheren slaine Religiously they aske a sacrifice To this your sonne is markt and die he must T' appease their groaning shadowes that are gone Luc. Away with him and make a fire straight And with our Swords vpon a pile of wood Let 's hew his limbes till they be cleane consum'd Exit Sonnes with Alarbus Tamo O cruell irreligious piety Chi. Was euer Scythia halfe so barbarous Dem. Oppose me Scythia to ambitious Rome Alarbus goes to rest and we suruiue To tremble vnder Titus threatning lookes Then Madam stand resolu'd but hope withall The selfe same Gods that arm'd the Queene of Troy With opportunitie of sharpe reuenge Vpon the Thracian Tyrant in his Tent May fauour Tamora the Queene of Gothes When Gothes were Gothes and Tamora was Queene To quit the bloody wrongs vpon her foes Enter the Sonnes of Andronicus againe Luci. See Lord and Father how we haue perform'd Our Romaine rightes Alarbus limbs are lopt And intrals feede the sacrifising fire Whose smoke like in cense doth perfume the skie Remaineth nought but to interre our Brethren And with low'd Larums welcome them to Rome Tit. Let it be so and let Andronicus Make this his latest farewell to their soules Flourish Then Sound Trumpets and lay the Coffins in the Tombe In peace and Honour rest you heere my Sonnes Romes readiest Champions repose you heere in rest Secure from worldly chaunces and mishaps Heere lurks no Treason heere no enuie swels Heere grow no damned grudges heere are no stormes No noyse but silence and Eternall sleepe In peace and Honour rest you heere my Sonnes Enter Lauinia Laui In peace and Honour liue Lord Titus long My Noble Lord and Father liue in Fame Loe at this Tombe my tributarie teares I render for my Bretherens Obsequies And at thy feete I kneele with teares of ioy Shed on the earth for thy returne to Rome O blesse me heere with thy victorious hand Whose Fortune Romes best Citizens applau'd Ti. Kind Rome That hast thus louingly reseru'd The Cordiall of mine age to glad my hart Lauinia liue out-liue thy Fathers dayes And Fames eternall date for vertues praise Marc. Long liue Lord Titus my beloued brother Gracious Triumpher in the eyes of Rome Tit. Thankes Gentle Tribune Noble brother Marcus Mar. And welcome Nephews from succesfull wars You that suruiue and you that sleepe in Fame Faire Lords your Fortunes are all alike in all That in your Countries seruice drew your Swords But safer Triumph is this Funerall Pompe That hath aspir'd to Solons Happines And Triumphs ouer chaunce in honours bed Titus Andronicus the people of Rome Whose friend in iustice thou hast euer bene Send thee by me their Tribune and their trust This Palliament of white and spotlesse Hue And name thee in Election for the Empire With these our late deceased Emperours Sonnes Be Candidatus then and put it on And helpe to set a head on headlesse Rome Tit. A better head her Glorious body fits Then his that shakes for age and feeblenesse What should I d'on this Robe and trouble you Be chosen with proclamations to day To morrow yeeld vp rule resigne my life And set abroad new businesse
Confedrates in the deed That hath dishonoured all our Family Vnworthy brother and vnworthy Sonnes Luci. But let vs giue him buriall as becomes Giue Mutius buriall with our Bretheren Tit. Traytors away he rest's not in this Tombe This Monument fiue hundreth yeares hath stood Which I haue Sumptuously re-edified Heere none but Souldiers and Romes Seruitors Repose in Fame None basely slaine in braules Bury him where you can he comes not heere Mar. My Lord this is impiety in you My Nephew Mutius deeds do plead for him He must be buried with his bretheren Titus two Sonnes speakes And shall or him we will accompany Ti. And shall What villaine was it spake that word Titus sonne speakes He that would vouch'd it in any place but heere Tit. What would you bury him in my despight Mar. No Noble Titus but intreat of thee To pardon Mutius and to bury him Tit. Marcus Euen thou hast stroke vpon my Crest And with these Boyeâ— mine Honour thou hast wounded My foes I doe repute you euery one So trouble me no more but get you gone 1. Sonne He is not himselfe let vs withdraw 2. Sonne Not I tell Mutius bones be buried The Brother and the sonnes kneele Mar. Brother for in that name doth nature plea'd 2. Sonne Father and in that name doth nature speake Tit. Speake thou no more if all the rest will speede Mar. Renowned Titus more then halfe my soule Luc. Deare Father soule and substance of vs all Mar. Suffer thy brother Marcus to interre His Noble Nephew heere in vertues nest That died in Honour and Lauinia's cause Thou art a Romaine be not barbarous The Greekes vpon aduise did bury Aiax That slew himselfe And Laertes sonne Did graciously plead for his Funerals Let not young Mutius then that was thy ioy Be bar'd his entrance heere Tit. Rise Marcus rise The dismall'st day is this that ere I saw To be dishonored by my Sonnes in Rome Well bury him and bury me the next They put him in the Tombe Luc. There lie thy bones sweet Mutius with thy friends Till we with Trophees do adorne thy Tombe They all kneele and say No man shed teares for Noble Mutius He liues in Fame that di'd in vertues cause Exit Mar. My Lord to step out of these sudden dumps How comes it that the subtile Queene of Gothes Is of a sodaine thus aduanc'd in Rome Ti. I know not Marcus but I know it is Whether by deuise or no the heauens can tell Is she not then beholding to the man That brought her for this high good turne so farre Yes and will Nobly him remunerate Flourish Enter the Emperor Tamora and her two sons with the Moore at one doore Enter at the other doore Bassianus and Lauinia with others Sat. So Bassianus you haue plaid your prize God giue you ioy sir of your Gallant Bride Bass And you of yours my Lord I say no more Nor wish no lesse and so I take my leaue Sat. Traytor if Rome haue law or we haue power Thou and thy Faction shall repent this Rape Bass Rape call you it my Lord to cease my owne My true betrothed Loue and now my wife But let the lawes of Rome determine all Meane while I am possest of that is mine Sat. 'T is good sir you are very short with vs But if we liue wee le be as sharpe with you Bass My Lord what I haue done as best I may Answere I must and shall do with my life Onely thus much I giue your Grace to know By all the duties that I owe to Rome This Noble Gentleman Lord Titus heere Is in opinion and in honour wrong'd That in the rescue of Lauinia With his owne hand did slay his youngest Son In zeale to you and highly mou'd to wrath To be controul'd in that he frankly gaue Receiue him then to fauour Saturnine That hath expre'st himselfe in all his deeds A Father and a friend to thee and Rome Tit. Prince Bassianus leaue to plead my Deeds 'T is thou and those that haue dishonoured me Rome and the righteous heauens be my iudge How I haue lou'd and Honour'd Saturnine Tam. My worthy Lord if euer Tamora Were gracious in those Princely eyes of thine Then heare me speake indifferently for all And at my sute sweet pardon what is past Satu. What Madam be dishonoured openly And basely put it vp without reuenge Tam. Not so my Lord The Gods of Rome for-fend I should be Authour to dishonour you But on mine honour dare I vndertake For good Lord Titus innocence in all Whose fury not dissembled speakes his griefes Then at my sute looke graciously on him Loose not so noble a friend on vaine suppose Nor with sowre lookes afflict his gentle heart My Lord be rul'd by me be wonne at last Dissemble all your griefes and discontents You are but newly planted in your Throne Least then the people and Patricians too Vpon a iust suruey take Titus part And so supplant vs for ingratitude Which Rome reputes to be a hainous sinne Yeeld at intreats and then let me alone I le finde a day to massacre them all And race their faction and their familie The cruell Father and his trayt'rous sonnes To whom I sued for my deare sonnes life And make them know what 't is to let a Queene Kneele in the streetes and beg for grace in vaine Come come sweet Emperour come Andronicus Take vp this good old man and cheere the heart That dies in tempest of thy angry frowne King Rise Titus rise My Empresse hath preuail'd Titus I thanke your Maiestie And her my Lord. These words these lookes Infuse new life in me Tamo Titus I am incorparate in Rome A Roman now adopted happily And must aduise the Emperour for his good This day all quarrels die Andronicus And let it be mine honour good my Lord That I haue reconcil'd your friends and you For you Prince Bassianus I haue past My word and promise to the Emperour That you will be more milde and tractable And feare not Lords And you Lauinia By my aduise all humbled on your knees You shall aske pardon of his Maiestie Son We doe And vow to heauen and to his Highnes That what we did was mildly as we might Tendring our sisters honour and our owne Mar. That on mine honour heere I do protest King Away and talke not trouble vs no more Tamora Nay nay Sweet Emperour we must all be friends The Tribune and his Nephews kneele for grace I will not be denied sweet hart looke back King Marcus For thy sake and thy brothers heere And at my louely Tamora's intreats I doe remit these young mens haynous faults Stand vp Lauinia though you left me like a churle I found a friend and sure as death I sware I would not part a Batchellour from the Priest Come if the Emperours Court can feast two Brides You are my guest Lauinia and your friends This day shall be a Loue-day Tamora Tit. To morrow and it
Maid That I will show you shining at this Feast And she shew scant shell well that now shewes best Rom. I le goe along no such sight to be showne But to reioyce in splendor of mine owne Enter Capulets Wife and Nurse Wife Nurse wher 's my daughter call her forth to me Nurse Now by my Maidenhead at twelue yeare old I bad her come what Lamb what Ladi-bird God forbid Where 's this Girle what Iuliet Enter Iuliet Iuliet How now who calls Nur. Your Mother Iuliet Madam I am heere what is your will Wife This is the matter Nurse giue leaue awhile we must talke in secret Nurse come backe againe I haue remembred me thou'se heare our counsell Thou knowest my daughter 's of a prety age Nurse Faith I can tell her age vnto an houre Wife Shee 's not fourteene Nurse I le lay fourteene of my teeth And yet to my teene be it spoken I haue but foure shee 's not fourteene How long is it now to Lammas tide Wife A fortnight and odde dayes Nurse Euen or odde of all daies in the yeare come Lammas Eue at night shall she be fourteene Susan she God rest all Christian soules were of an age Well Susan is with God she was too good for me But as I said on Lamas Eue at night shall she be fourteene that shall she marie I remember it well 'T is since the Earth-quake now eleuen yeares and she was wean'd I neuer shall forget it of all the daies of the yeare vpon that day for I had then laid Worme-wood to my Dug sitting in the Sunne vnder the Douehouse wall my Lord and you were then at Mantua nay I doe beare a braine But as I said when it did tast the Worme-wood on the nipple of my Dugge and felt it bitter pretty foole to see it teachie and fall out with the Dugge Shake quoth the Doue-house 't was no neede I trow to bid mee trudge and since that time it is a eleuen yeares for then she could stand alone nay bi ' th' roode she could haue runne wadled all about for euen the day before she broke her brow then my Husband God be with his soule a was a merrie man tooke vp the Child yea quoth hee doest thou fall vpon thy face thou wilt fall backeward when thou hast more wit wilt thou not Iule And by my holy-dam the pretty wretch lefte crying said I to see now how a Iest shall come about I warrant I shall liue a thousand yeares I neuer should forget it wilt thou not Iulet quoth he and pretty foole it stinted and said I. Old La. Inough of this I pray thee hold thy peace Nurse Yes Madam yet I cannot chuse but laugh to thinke it should leaue crying say I and yet I warrant it had vpon it brow a bumpe as big as a young Cockrels stone A perilous knock and it cryed bitterly Yea quoth my husband fall'st vpon thy face thou wilt fall backward when thou commest to age wilt thou not Iule It stinted and said I. Iule And stint thou too I pray thee Nurse say I. Nur. Peace I haue done God marke thee too his grace thou wast the prettiest Babe that ere I nurst and I might liue to see thee married once I haue my wish Old La. Marry that marry is the very theame I came to talke of tell me daughter Iuliet How stands your disposition to be Married Iuli. It is an houre that I dreame not of Nur. An houre were not I thine onely Nurse I would say thou had'st suckt wisedome from thy teat Old La. Well thinke of marriage now yonger then you Heere in Verona Ladies of esteeme Are made already Mothers By my count I was your Mother much vpon these yeares That you are now a Maide thus then in briefe The valiant Paris seekes you for his loue Nurse A man young Lady Lady such a man as all the world Why hee 's a man of waxe Old La. Veronas Summer hath not such a flower Nurse Nay hee 's a flower infaith a very flower Old La What say you can you loue the Gentleman This night you shall behold him at our Feast Read ore the volume of young Paris face And find delight writ there with Beauties pen Examine euery seuerall liniament And see how one another lends content And what obscur'd in this faire volume lies Find written in the Margent of his eyes This precious Booke of Loue this vnbound Louer To Beautifie him onely lacks a Couer The fish liues in the Sea and 't is much pride For faire without the faire within to hide That Booke in manies eyes doth share the glorie That in Gold claspes Lockes in the Golden storie So shall you share all that he doth possesse By hauing him making your selfe no lesse Nurse No lesse nay bigger women grow by men Old La. Speake briefly can you like of Paris loue Iuli. I le looke to like if looking liking moue But no more deepe will I endart mine eye Then your consent giues strength to make flye Enter a Seruing man Ser. Madam the guests are come supper seru'd vp you cal'd my young Lady askt for the Nurse cur'st in the Pantery and euery thing in extremitie I must hence to wait I beseech you follow straight Exit Mo. We follow thee Iuliet the Countie staies Nurse Goe Gyrle seeke happâ—e nights to happy daies Exeunt Enter Romeo Mercutio Benuolio with fiue or sixe other Maskers Torch-bearers Rom. What shall this speeh be spoke for our excuse Or shall we on without Apologie Ben. The date is out of such prolixitie Wee le haue no Cupid hood winkt with a skarfe Bearing a Tartars painted Bow of lath Skaring the Ladies like a Crow-keeper But let them measure vs by what they will Wee le measure them a Measure and be gone Rom. Giue me a Torch I am not for this ambling Being but heauy I will beare the light Mer. Nay gentle Romeo we must haue you dance Rom. Not I beleeue me you haue dancing shooes With nimble soles I haue a soale of Lead So stakes me to the ground I cannot moue Mer. You are a Louer borrow Cupids wings And soare with them aboue a common bound Rom. I am too sore enpearced with his shaft To soare with his light feathers and to bound I cannot bound a pitch aboue dull woe Vnder loues heauy burthen doe I sinke Hora. And to sinke in it should you burthen loue Too great oppression for a tender thing Rom. Is loue a tender thing it is too rough Too rude too boysterous and it pricks like thorne Mer. If loue be rough with you be rough with loue Pricke loue for pricking and you beat loue downe Giue me a Case to put my visage in A Visor for a Visor what care I What curious eye doth quote deformities Here are the Beetle-browes shall blush for me Ben. Come knocke and enter and no sooner in But euery man betake him to his legs Rom. A Torch for
that name shot from the dead leuell of a Gun Did murder her as that names cursed hand Murdred her kinsman Oh tell me Frier tell me In what vile part of this Anatomie Doth my name lodge Tell me that I may sacke The hatefull Mansion Fri. Hold thy desperate hand Art thou a man thy forme cries out thou art Thy teares are womanish thy wild acts denote The vnreasonable Furie of a beast Vnseemely woman in a seeming man And ill beseeming beast in seeming both Thou hast amaz'd me By my holy order I thought thy disposition better temper'd Hast thou slaine Tybalt wilt thou slay thy selfe And slay thy Lady that in thy life lies By doing damned hate vpon thy selfe Why rayl'st thou on thy birth the heauen and earth Since birth and heauen and earth all three do meete In thee at once which thou at once would'st loose Fie fie thou sham'st thy shape thy loue thy wit Which like a Vsurer abound'st in all And vsest none in that true vse indeed Which should bedecke thy shape thy loue thy wit Thy Noble shape is but a forme of waxe Digressing from the Valour of a man Thy deare Loue sworne but hollow periurie Killing that Loue which thou hast vow'd to cherish Thy wit that Ornament to shape and Loue Mishapen in the conduct of them both Like powder in a skillesse Souldiers flaske Is set a fire by thine owne ignorance And thou dismembred with thine owne defence What rowse thee man thy Iuliet is aliue For whose deare sake thou wast but lately dead There art thou happy Tybalt would kill thee But thou slew'st Tybalt there art thou happie The law that threatned death became thy Friend And turn'd it to exile there art thou happy A packe or blessing light vpon thy backe Happinesse Courts thee in her best array But like a mishaped and sullen wench Thou puttest vp thy Fortune and thy Loue Take heed take heed for such die miserable Goe get thee to thy Loue as was decreed Ascend her Chamber hence and comfort her But looke thou stay not till the watch be set For then thou canst not passe to Mantua Where thou shalt liue till we can finde a time To blaze your marriage reconcile your Friends Beg pardon of thy Prince and call thee backe With twenty hundred thousand times more ioy Then thou went'st forth in lamentation Goe before Nurse commend me to thy Lady And bid her hasten all the house to bed Which heauy sorrow makes them apt vnto Romeo is comming Nur. O Lord I could haue staid here all night To heare good counsell oh what learning is My Lord I le tell my Lady you will come Rom. Do so and bid my Sweete prepare to chide Nur. Heere sir a Ring she bid me giue you sir Hie you make hast for it growes very late Rom. How well my comfort is reuiu'd by this Fri. Go hence Goodnight and here stands all your state Either be gone before the watch be set Or by the breake of day disguis'd from hence Soiourne in Mantua I le find out your man And he shall signifie from time to time Euery good hap to you that chaunces heere Giue me thy hand 't is late farewell goodnight Rom. But that a ioy past ioy calls out on me It were a griefe so briefe to part with thee Farewell Exeunt Enter old Capulet his Wife and Paris Cap. Things haue falne ouâ— sir so vnluckily That we haue had no time to moue our Daughter Looke you she Lou'd her kinsman Tybalt dearely And so did I. Well we were borne to die 'T is very late she 'l not come downe to night I promise you but for your company I would haue bin a bed an houre ago Par. These times of wo affoord no times to wooe Madam goodnight commend me to your Daughter Lady I will and know her mind early to morrow To night she is mewed vp to her heauinesse Cap. Sir Paris I will make a desperate tender Of my Childes loue I thinke she will be rul'd In all respects by me nay more I doubt it not Wife go you to her ere you go to bed Acquaint her here of my Sonne Paris Loue And bid her marke you me on Wendsday next But soft what day is this Par. Monday my Lord. Cap. Monday ha ha well Wendsday is too soone A Thursday let it be a Thursday tell her She shall be married to this Noble Earle Will you be ready do you like this hast Wee le keepe no great adoe a Friend or two For harke you Tybalt being slaine so late It may be thought we held him carelesly Being our kinsman if we reuell much Therefore wee le haue some halfe a dozen Friends And there an end But what say you to Thursday Paris My Lord I would that Thursday were to morrow Cap. Well get you gone a Thursday be it then Go you to Iuliet ere you go to bed Prepare her wife against this wedding day Farewell my Lord light to my Chamber hoa Afore me it is so late that we may call ir early by and by Goodnight Exeunt Enter Romeo and Iuliet aloft Iul. Wilt thou be gone It is not yet neere day It was the Nightingale and not the Larke That pier'st the fearefull hollow of thine eare Nightly she sings on yond Pomgranet tree Beleeue me Loue it was the Nightingale Rom. It was the Larke the Herauld of the Morne No Nightingale looke Loue what enuious streakes Do lace the seuering Cloudes in yonder East Nights Candles are burnt out and Iocond day Stands tip to on the mistie Mountaines tops I must be gone and liue or stay and die Iul. Yond light is not daylight I know it I It is some Meteor that the Sun exhales To be to thee this night a Torch-bearer And light thee on thy way to Mantua Therefore stay yet thou need'st not to be gone Rom. Let me be tane let me be put to death I am content so thou wilt haue it so I le say you gray is not the mornings eye 'T is but the pale reflexe of Cinthias brow Nor that is not Larke whose noates do beate The vaulty heauen so high aboue our heads I haue more care to stay then will to go Come death and welcome Iuliet wills it so How i st my soule le ts talke it is not day Iuli. It is it is hie hence be gone away It is the Larke that sings so out of tune Straining harsh Discords and vnpleasing Sharpes Some say the Larke makes sweete Diuision This doth not so for she diuideth vs. Some say the Larke and loathed Toad change eyes O now I would they had chang'd voyces too Since arme from arme that voyce doth vs affray Hunting thee hence with Hunts-vp to the day O now be gone more light and it light growes Rom. More light light more darke darke our woes Enter Madam and Nurse Nur. Madam Iul. Nurse Nur. Your Lady Mother is comming to your chamber The day is broke be wary looke
about Iul. Then window let day in and let life out Rom. Farewell farewell one kisse and I le descend Iul. Art thou gone so Loue Lord ay Husband Friend I must heare from thee euery day in the houre For in a minute there are many dayes O by this count I shall be much in yeares Ere I againe behold my Romeo Rom. Farewell I will omit no oportunitie That may conuey my greetings Loue to thee Iul. O thinkest thou we shall euer meet againe Rom. I doubt it not and all these woes shall serue For sweet discourses in our time to come Iuilet O God! I haue an ill Diuining soule Me thinkes I see thee now thou art so lowe As one dead in the bottome of a Tombe Either my eye-sight failes or thou look'st pale Rom. And trust me Loue in my eye so do you Drie sorrow drinkes our blood Adue adue Exit Iul. O Fortune Fortune all men call thee fickle If thou art fickle what dost thou with him That is renown'd for faith be fickle Fortune For then I hope thou wilt not keepe him long But send him backe Enter Mother Lad. Ho Daughter are you vp Iul Who i st that calls Is it my Lady Mother Is she not downe so late or vp so early What vnaccustom'd cause procures her hither Lad. Why how now Iuliet Iul. Madam I am not well Lad. Euermore weeping for your Cozins death What wilt thou wash him from his graue with teares And if thou could'st thou could'st not make him liue Therefore haue done some griefe shewes much of Loue But much of griefe shewes still some want of wit Iul. Yet let me weepe for such a feeling losse Lad. So shall you feele the losse but not the Friend Which you weepe for Iul. Feeling so the losse I cannot chuse but euer weepe the Friend La. Well Girle thou weep'st not so much for his death As that the Villaine liues which slaughter'd him Iul. What Villaine Madam Lad. That same Villaine Romeo Iul. Villaine and he be many Miles assunder God pardon I doe with all my heart And yet no man like he doth grieue my heart Lad. That is because the Traitor liues Iul. I Madam from the reach of these my hands Would none but I might venge my Cozins death Lad. We will haue vengeance for it feare thou not Then weepe no more I le send to one in Mantua Where that same banisht Run-agâ—te doth liue Shall giue him such an vnaccustom'd dram That he shall soone keepe Tybalt company And then I hope thou wilt be satisfied Iul. Indeed I neuer shall be satisfied With Romeo till I behold him Dead Is my poore heart so for a kinsman vext Madam if you could find out but a man To beare a poyson I would temper it That Romeo should vpon receit thereof Soone sleepe in quiet O how my heart abhors To heare him nam'd and cannot come to him To wreake the Loue I bore my Cozin Vpon his body that hath slaughter'd him Mo. Find thou the meanes and I le find such a man But now I le tell thee ioyfull tidings Gyrle Iul. And ioy comes well in such a needy time What are they beseech your Ladyship Mo. Well well thou hast a carefull Father Child One who to put thee from thy heauinesse Hath sorted out a sudden day of ioy That thou expects not nor I lookt not for Iul. Madam in happy time what day is this Mo. Marry my Child early next Thursday morne The gallant young and Noble Gentleman The Countie Paris at Saint Peters Church Shall happily make thee a ioyfull Bride Iul. Now by Saint Peters Church and Peter too He shall not make me there a ioyfull Bride I wonder at this hast that I must wed Ere he that should be Husband comes to woe I pray you tell my Lord and Father Madam I will not marrie yet and when I doe I sweare It shall be Romeo whom you know I hate Rather then Paris These are newes indeed Mo. Here comes your Father tell him so your selfe And see how he will take it at your hands Enter Capulet and Nurse Cap. When the Sun sets the earth doth drizzle daew But for the Sunset of my Brothers Sonne It raines downright How now A Conduit Gyrle what still in teares Euermore showring in one little body Thou counterfaits a Barke a Sea a Wind For still thy eyes which I may call the Sea Do ebbe and flow with teares the Barke thy body is Sayling in this falt floud the windes thy sighes Who raging with the teares and they with them Without a sudden calme will ouer set Thy tempest tossed body How now wife Haue you deliuered to her our decree Lady I sir But she will none she giues you thankes I would the foole were married to her graue Cap. Soft take me with you take me with you wife How will she none doth she not giue vs thanks Is she not proud doth she not count her blest Vnworthy as she is that we haue wrought So worthy a Gentleman to be her Bridegroome Iul. Not proud you haue But thankfull that you haue Proud can I neuer be of what I haue But thankfull euen for hate that is meant Loue. Cap. How now How now Chopt Logicke what is this Proud and I thanke you and I thanke you not Thanke me no thankings nor proud me no prouds But fettle your fine ioints ' gainst Thursday next To go with Paris to Saint Peters Church Or I will drag thee on a Hurdle thither Out you greene sicknesse carrion out you baggage You tallow face Lady Fie fie what are you mad Iul. Good Father I beseech you on my knees Heare me with patience but to speake a word Fa. Hang thee young baggage disobedient wretch I tell thee what get thee to Church a Thursday Or neuer after looke me in the face Speake not reply not do not answere me My fingers itch wife we scarce thought vs blest That God had lent vs but this onely Child But now I see this one is one too much And that we haue a curse in hauing her Out on her Hilding Nur. God in heauen blesse her You are too blame my Lord to rate her so Fa. And why my Lady wisedome hold your tongue Good Prudence smatter with your gossip go Nur. I speake no treason Father O Godigoden May not one speake Fa. Peace you mumbling foole Vtter your grauitie ore a Gossips bowles For here we need it not La. You are too hot Fa. Gods bread it makes me mad Day night houre ride time worke play Alone in companie still my care hath bin To haue her matcht and hauing now prouided A Gentleman of Noble Parentage Of faire Demeanes Youthfull and Nobly Allied Stuft as they say with Honourable parts Proportion'd as ones thought would wish a man And then to haue a wretched puling foole A whining mammet in her Fortunes tender To answer I le noâ— wed I cannot Loue I am too young I pray you pardon me But and
for cost Nur. Go you Cot-queane go Get you to bed faith you le be sicke to morrow For this nights watching Cap. No not a whit what I haue watcht ere now All night for lesse cause and nere beene sicke La. I you haue bin a Mouse-hunt in your time But I will watch you from such watching now Exit Lady and Nurse Cap. A iealous hood a iealous hood Now fellow what there Enter three or foure with spits and logs and baskets Fel. Things for the Cooke sir but I know not what Cap. Make hast make hast sirrah fetch drier Logs Call Peter he will shew thee where they are Fel. I haue a head sir that will find out logs And neuer trouble Peter for the matter Cap. Masse and well said a merrie horson ha Thou shalt be loggerhead good Father 't is day Play Musicke The Countie will be here with Musicke straight For so he said he would I heare him neere Nurse wife what ho what Nurse I say Enter Nurse Go waken Iuliet go and trim her vp I le go and chat with Paris hie make hast Make hast the Bridegroome he is come already Make hast I say Nur. Mistris what Mistris Iuliet Fast I warrant her she Why Lambe why Lady fie you sluggabed Why Loue I say Madam sweet heart why Bride What not a word You take your peniworths now Sleepe for a weeke for the next night I warrant The Countie Paris hath set vp his rest That you shall rest but little God forgiue me Marrie and Amen how sound is she a sleepe I must needs wake her Madam Madam Madam I let the Countie take you in your bed Hee le fright you vp yfaith Will it not be What drest and in your clothes and downe againe I must needs wake you Lady Lady Lady Alas alas helpe helpe my Ladyes dead Oh weladay that euer I was borne Some Aqua-vitae ho my Lord my Lady Mo. What noise is heere Enter Mother Nur. O lamentable day Mo. What is the matter Nur. Looke looke oh heauie day Mo. O me O me my Child my onely life Reuiue looke vp or I will die with thee Helpe helpe call helpe Enter Father Fa. For shame bring Iuliet forth her Lord is come Nur. Shee 's dead deceast shee 's dead alacke the day M. Alacke the day shee 's dead shee 's dead shee 's dead Fa. Ha Let me see her out alas shee 's cold Her blood is setled and her ioynts are stiffe Life and these lips haue long bene sep erated Death lies on her like an vntimely frost Vpon the swetest flower of all the field Nur. O Lamentable day Mo. O wofull time Fa. Death that hath tane her hence to make me waile Ties vp my tongue and will not let me speake Enter Frier and the Countie Fri. Come is the Bride ready to go to Church Fa. Ready to go but neuer to returne O Sonne the night before thy wedding day Hath death laine with thy wife there she lies Flower as she was deflowred by him Death is my Sonne in-law death is my Heire My Daughter he hath wedded I will die And leaue him all life liuing all is deaths Pa. Haue I thought long to see this mornings face And doth it giue me such a sight as this Mo. Accur'st vnhappie wretched hatefull day Most miserable houre that ere time saw In lasting labour of his Pilgrimage But one poore one one poore and louing Child But one thing to reioyce and solace in And cruell death hath catcht it from my sight Nur. O wo O wofull wofull wofull day Most lamentable day most wofull day That euer euer I did yet behold O day O day O day O hatefull day Neuer was seene so blacke a day as this O wofull day O wofull day Pa. Beguild diuorced wronged spighted slaine Most detestable death by thee beguil'd By cruell cruell thee quite ouerthrowne O loue O life not life but loue in death Fat Despis'd distressed hated martir'd kil'd Vncomfortable time why cam'st thou now To murther murther our solemnitie O Child O Child my soule and not my Child Dead art thou alacke my Child is dead And with my Child my ioyes are buried Fri. Peace ho for shame confusions Care liues not In these confusions heauen and your selfe Had part in this faire Maid now heauen hath all And all the better is it for the Maid Your part in her you could not keepe from death But heauen keepes his part in eternall life The most you sought was her promotion For 't was your heauen she shouldst be aduan'st And weepe ye now seeing she is aduan'st Aboue the Cloudes as high as Heauen it selfe O in this loue you loue your Child so ill That you run mad seeing that she is well Shee 's not well married that liues married long But shee 's best married that dies married yong Drie vp your teares and sticke your Rosemarie On this faire Coarse and as the custome is And in her best array beare her to Church For though some Nature bids all vs lament Yet Natures teares are Reasons merriment Fa. All things that we ordained Festiuall Turne from their office to blacke Funerall Our instruments to melancholy Bells Our wedding cheare to a sad buriall Feast Our solemne Hymnes to sullen Dyrges change Our Bridall flowers serue for a buried Coarse And all things change them to the contrarie Fri. Sir go you in and Madam go with him And go sir Paris euery one prepare To follow this faire Coarse vnto her graue The heauens do lowre vpon you for some ill Moue them no more by crossing their high will Exeunt Mu. Faith we may put vp our Pipes and be gone Nur. Honest good fellowes Ah put vp put vp For well you know this is a pitifull case Mu. I by my troth the case may be amended Enter Peter Pet. Musitions oh Musitions Hearts ease hearts ease O and you will haue me liue play hearts ease Mu. Why hearts ease Pet. O Musitions Because my heart it selfe plaies my heart is full Mu. Not a dump we 't is no time to play now Pet. You will not then Mu. No. Pet. I will then giue it you soundly Mu. What will you giue vs Pet. No money on my faith but the gleeke I will giue you the Minstrell Mu. Then will I giue you the Seruing creature Peter Then will I lay the seruing Creatures Dagger on your pate I will carie no Crochets I le Re you I le Fa you do you note me Mu. And you Re vs and Fa vs you Note vs. 2. M. Pray you put vp your Dagger And put out your wit Then haue at you with my wit Peter I will drie-beate you with an yron wit And put vp my yron Dagger Answere me like men When griping griefes the heart doth wound then Musicke with her siluer sound Why siluer sound why Musicke with her siluer sound what say you Simon Catling Mu. Mary sir because siluer hath a sweet sound Pet. Pratest what say you Hugh
my promise Luc. Humbly I thanke your Lordship neuer may That state or Fortune fall into my keeping Which is not owed to you Exit Poet. Vouchsafe my Labour And long liue your Lordship Tim. I thanke you you shall heare from me anon Go not away What haue you there my Friend Pain A peece of Painting which I do beseech Your Lordship to accept Tim. Painting is welcome The Painting is almost the Naturall man For since Dishonor Traffickes with mans Nature He is but out-side These Pensil'd Figures are Euen such as they giue out I like your worke And you shall finde I like it Waite attendance Till you heare further from me Pain The Gods preserue ye Tim. Well fare you Gentleman giue me your hand We must needs dine together sir your Iewell Hath suffered vnder praise Iewel What my Lord dispraise Tim. A meere saciety of Commendations If I should pay you for 't as 't is extold It would vnclew me quite Iewel My Lord 't is rated As those which sell would giue but you well know Things of like valew differing in the Owners Are prized by their Masters Beleeu't deere Lord You mend the Iewell by the wearing it Tim. Well mock'd Enter Apermantus Mer. No my good Lord he speakes y e common toong Which all men speake with him Tim. Looke who comes heere will you be chid Iewel Wee 'l beare with your Lordship Mer. Hee 'l spare none Tim. Good morrow to thee Gentle Apermantus Ape Till I be gentle stay thou for thy good morrow When thou art Timons dogge and these Knaues honest Tim. Why dost thou call them Knaues thou know'st them not Ape Are they not Athenians Tim. Yes Ape Then I repent not Iew. You know me Apemantus Ape Thou know'st I do I call'd thee by thy name Tim. Thou art proud Apemantus Ape Of nothing so much as that I am not like Timon Tim. Whether art going Ape To knocke out an honest Athenians braines Tim. That 's a deed thou 't dye for Ape Right if doing nothing be death by th' Law Tim. How lik'st thou this picture Apemantus Ape The best for the innocence Tim. Wrought he not well that painted it Ape He wrought better that made the Painter and yet he 's but a filthy peece of worke Pain Y' are a Dogge Ape Thy Mothers of my generation what 's she if I be a Dogge Tim. Wilt dine with me Apemantus Ape No I eate not Lords Tim. And thou should'st thou d'st anger Ladies Ape O they eate Lords So they come by great bellies Tim. That 's a lasciuious apprehension Ape So thou apprehend'st it Take it for thy labour Tim. How dost thou like this Iewell Apemantus Ape Not so well as plain-dealing which wil not cast a man a Doit. Tim. What dost thou thinke 't is worth Ape Not worth my thinking How now Poet Poet. How now Philosopher Ape Thou lyest Poet. Art not one Ape Yes Poet. Then I lye not Ape Art not a Poet Poet. Yes Ape Then thou lyest Looke in thy last worke where thou hast fegin'd him a worthy Fellow Poet. That 's not feign'd he is so Ape Yes he is worthy of thee and to pay thee for thy labour He that loues to be flattered is worthy o' th flatterer Heauens that I were a Lord. Tim. What wouldst do then Apemantus Ape E'ne as Apemantus does now hate a Lord with my heart Tim. What thy selfe Ape I. Tim. Wherefore Ape That I had no angry wit to be a Lord. Art not thou a Merchant Mer. I Apemantus Ape Traffick confound thee if the Gods will not Mer. If Trafficke do it the Gods do it Ape Traffickes thy God thy God confound thee Trumpet sounds Enter a Messenger Tim. What Trumpets that Mes 'T is Alcibiades and some twenty Horse All of Companionship Tim. Pray entertaine them giue them guide to vs. You must needs dine with me go not you hence Till I haue thankt you when dinners done Shew me this peece I am ioyfull of your sights Enter Alcibiades with the rest Most welcome Sir Ape So so their Aches contract and sterue your supple ioynts that there should bee small loue amongest these sweet Knaues and all this Curtesie The straine of mans bred out into Baboon and Monkey Alc. Sir you haue sau'd my longing and I feed Most hungerly on your sight Tim. Right welcome Sir Ere we depart wee 'l share a bounteous time In different pleasures Pray you let vs in Exeunt Enter two Lords 1. Lord What time a day is' t Apemantus Ape Time to be honest 1 That time serues still Ape The most accursed thou that still omitst it 2 Thou art going to Lord Timons Feast Ape I to see meate fill Knaues and Wine heat fooles 2 Farthee well farthee well Ape Thou art a Foole to bid me farewell twice 2 Why Apemantus Ape Should'st haue kept one to thy selfe for I meane to giue thee none 1 Hang thy selfe Ape No I will do nothing at thy bidding Make thy requests to thy Friend 2 Away vnpeaceable Dogge Or I le spurne thee hence Ape I will flye like a dogge the heeles a' th' Asse 1 Hee 's opposite to humanity Comes shall we in And â—aste Lord Timons bountie he out-goes The verie heart of kindnesse 2 He powres it out Plutus the God of Gold Is but his Steward no meede but he repayes Seuen-fold aboue it selfe No guift to him But breeds the giuer a returne exceeding All vse of quittance 1 The Noblest minde he carries That euer gouern'd man 2 Long may he liue in Fortunes Shall we in I le keepe you Company Exeunt Hoboyes Playing lowd Musicke A great Banquet seru'd in and then Enter Lord Timon the States the Athenian Lords Ventigius which Timon redeem'd from prison Then comes dropping after all Apemantus discontentedly like himselfe Ventig Most honoured Timon It hath pleas'd the Gods to remember my Fathers age And call him to long peace He is gone happy and has left me rich Then as in gratefull Vertue I am bound To your free heart I do returne those Talents Doubled with thankes and seruice from whose helpe I deriu'd libertie Tim. O by no meanes Honest Ventigius You mistake my loue I gaue it freely euer and ther 's none Can truely say he giues if he receiues If our betters play at that game we must not dare To imitate them faults that are rich are faire Vint. A Noble spirit Tim. Nay my Lords Ceremony was but deuis'd at first To set a glosse on faint deeds hollow welcomes Recanting goodnesse sorry ere 't is showne But where there is true friendship there needs none Pray sit more welcome are ye to my Fortunes Then my Fortunes to me 1. Lord. My Lord we alwaies haue confest it Aper Ho ho confest it Handg'd it Haue you not Timo. O Apermantus you are welcome Aper No You shall not make me welcome I come to haue thee thrust me out of doores Tim. Fie th' art a churle ye ' haue got a humour
there Does not become a man 't is much too blame They say my Lords Irafuror breuis est But yond man is verie angrie Go let him haue a Table by himselfe For he does neither affect companie Nor is he fit for 't indeed Aper Let me stay at thine apperill Timon I come to obserue I giue thee warning on 't Tim. I take no heede of thee Th' art an Athenian therefore welcome I my selfe would haue no power prythee let my meate make thee silent Aper I scorne thy meate 't would choake me for I should nere flatter thee Oh you Gods What a number of men eats Timon and he sees 'em not It greeues me to see so many dip there meate in one mans blood and all the madnesse is he cheeres them vp too I wonder men dare trust themselues with men Me thinks they should enuite them without kniues Good for there meate and safer for their liues There 's much example for 't the fellow that sits next him now parts bread with him pledges the breath of him in a diuided draught is the readiest man to kill him 'Tas beene proued if I were a huge man I should feare to drinke at meales least they should spie my wind-pipes dangerous noates great men should drinke with harnesse on their throates Tim. My Lord in heart and let the health go round 2. Lord. Let it flow this way my good Lord. Aper Flow this way A braue fellow He keepes his tides well those healths will make thee and thy state looke ill Timon Heere 's that which is too weake to be a sinner Honest water which nere left man i' th' mire This and my food are equals there 's no ods Feasts are to proud to giue thanks to the Gods Apermantus Grace Immortall Gods I craue no pelfe I pray for no man but my selfe Graunt I may neuer proue so fond To trust man on his Oath or Bond. Or a Harlot for her weeping Or a Dogge that seemes asleeping Or a keeper with my freedome Or my friends if I should need ' em Amen So fall too 't Richmen sin and I eat root Much good dich thy good heart Apermantus Tim. Captaine Alcibiades your hearts in the field now Alci My heart is euer at your seruice my Lord. Tim. You had rather be at a breakefast of Enemies then a dinner of Friends Alc. So they were bleeding new my Lord there 's no meat like 'em I could wish my best friend at such a Feast Aper Would all those Flatterers were thine Enemies then that then thou might'st kill 'em bid me to ' em 1. Lord. Might we but haue that happinesse my Lord that you would once vse our hearts whereby we might expresse some part of our zeales we should thinke our selues for euer perfect Timon Oh no doubt my good Friends but the Gods themselues haue prouided that I shall haue much helpe from you how had you beene my Friends else Why haue you that charitable title from thousands Did not you chiefely belong to my heart I haue told more of you to my selfe then you can with modestie speake in your owne behalfe And thus farre I confirme you Oh you Gods thinke I what need we haue any Friends if we should nere haue need of ' em They were the most needlesse Creatures liuing should we nere haue vse for ' em And would most resemble sweete Instruments hung vp in Cases that keepes there sounds to themselues Why I haue often wisht my selfe poorer that I might come neerer to you we are borne to do benefits And what better or properer can we call our owne then the richer of our Friends Oh what a pretious comfort 't is to haue so many like Brothers commanding one anothers Fortunes Oh ioyes e'ne made away er 't can be borne mine eies cannot hold out wateâ—me thinks to forget their Faults I drinke to you Aper Thou weep'st to make them drinke Timon 2. Lord. Ioy had the like conception in our eies And at that instant like a babe sprung vp Aper Ho ho I laugh to thinke that babe a bastard 3. Lord. I promise you my Lord you mou'd me much Aper Much. Sound Tucket Enter the Maskers of Amazons with Lutes in their hands dauncing and playing Tim. What meanes that Trumpe How now Enter Seruant Ser. Please you my Lord there are certaine Ladies Most desirous of admittance Tim. Ladies what are their wils Ser. There comes with them a fore-runner my Lord which beares that office to signifie their pleasures Tim. I pray let them be admitted Enter Cupid with the Maske of Ladies Cup. Haile to thee worthy Timon and to all that of his Bounties taste the fiue best Sencesa cknowledge thee their Patron and come freely to gratulate thy plentiouâ— bosome There tast touch all pleas'd from thy Table rise They onely now come but to Feast thine eies Timo. They 'r wecome all let 'em haue kind admittance Musicke make their welcome Luc. You see my Lord how ample y' are belou'd Aper Hoyday What a sweepe of vanitie comes this way They daunce They are mad women Like Madnesse is the glory of this life As this pompe shewes to a little oyle and roote We make our selues Fooles to disport our selues And spend our Flatteries to drinke those men Vpon whose Age we voyde it vp agen With poysonous Spight and Enuy. Who liues that 's not depraued or depraues Who dyes that beares not one spurne to their graues Of their Friends guift I should feare those that dance before me now Would one day stampe vpon me 'Tas bene done Men shut their doores against a setting Sunne The Lords rise from Table with much adoring of Timon and to shew their loues each single out an Amazon and all Dance men with women a loftie straine or two to the Hoboyes and cease Tim. You haue done our pleasures Much grace faire Ladies Set a faire fashion on our entertainment Which was not halfe so beautifull and kinde You haue added worth vntoo 't and luster And entertain'd me with mine owne deuice I am to thanke you for 't 1 Lord. My Lord you take vs euen at the best Aper Faith for the worst is filthy and would not hold taking I doubt me Tim. Ladies there is an idle banquet attends you Please you to dispose your selues All La. Most thankfully my Lord. Exeunt Tim. Flauius Fla. My Lord. Tim. The little Casket bring me hither Fla. Yes my Lord. More Iewels yet There is no crossing him in 's humor Else I should tell him well y faith I should When all 's spent hee 'ld be crost then and he could 'T is pitty Bounty had not eyes behinde That man might ne're be wretched for his minde Exit 1 Lord. Where be our men Ser. Heere my Lord in readinesse 2 Lord. Our Horses Tim. O my Friends I haue one word to say to you Looke you my good L. I must intreat you honour me so much As to aduance this Iewell accept it and weare it Kinde my
Lord. 1 Lord. I am so farre already in your guifts All. So are we all Enter a Seruant Ser. My Lord there are certaine Nobles of the Senate newly alighted and come to visit you Tim. They are fairely welcome Enter Flauius Fla. I beseech your Honor vouchsafe me a word it does concerne you neere Tim. Neere why then another time I le heare thee I prythee let 's be prouided to shew them entertainment Fla. I scarse know how Enter another Seruant Ser. May it please your Honor Lord Luciusâ— Out of his free loue hath presented to you Foure Milke-white Horses trapt in Siluer Tim. I shall accept them fairely let the Presents Be worthily entertain'd Enter a third Seruant How now What newes 3. Ser. Please you my Lord that honourable Gentleman Lord Lucullus entreats your companie to morrow to hunt with him and ha's sent your Honour two brace of Grey-hounds Tim. I le hunt with him And let them be receiu'd not without faire Reward Fla. What will this come to He commands vs to prouide and giue great guifts and all out of an empty Coffer Nor will he know his Purse or yeeld me this To shew him what a Begger his heart is Being of no power to make his wishes good His promises flye so beyond his state That what he speaks is all in debt he ows for eu'ry word He is so kinde that he now payes interest for 't His Land 's put to their Bookes Well would I were Gently put out of Office before I were forc'd out Happier is he that has no friend to feede Then such that do e'ne Enemies exceede I bleed inwardly for my Lord. Exit Tim. You do your selues much wrong You bate too much of your owne merits Heere my Lord a trifle of our Loue. 2. Lord. With more then common thankes I will receyue it 3. Lord. O he 's the very soule of Bounty Tim. And now I remember my Lord you gaue good words the other day of a Bay Courser I rod on T is yours because you lik'd it 1 L. Oh I beseech you pardon mee my Lord in that Tim. You may take my word my Lord I know no man can iustly praise but what he does affect I weighe my Friends affection with mine owne I le tell you true I le call to you All Lor. O none so welcome Tim. I take all and your seuerall visitations So kinde to heart 't is not enough to giue Me thinkes I could deale Kingdomes to my Friends And nere be wearie Alcibiades Thou art a Soldiour therefore sildome rich It comes in Charitie to thee for all thy liuing Is mong'st the dead and all the Lands thou hast Lye in a pitcht field Alc. I defil'd Land my Lord. 1. Lord. We are so vertuously bound Tim. And so am I to you 2. Lord. So infinitely endeer'd Tim. All to you Lights more Lights 1. Lord. The best of Happines Honor and Fortunes Keepe with you Lord Timon Tim. Ready for his Friends Exeunt Lords Aper What a coiles heere seruing of beckes and iutting out of bummes I doubt whether their Legges be worth the summes that are giuen for ' em Friendships full of dregges Me thinkes false hearts should neuer haue sound legges Thus honest Fooles lay out their wealth on Curtsies Tim. Now Apermantus if thou wert not sullen I would be good to thee Aper No I le nothing for if I should be brib'd too there would be none left to raile vponthee and then thou wouldst sinne the faster Thou giu'st so long Timon I feare me thou wilt giue away thy selfe in paper shortly What needs these Feasts pompes and Vaine-glories Tim. Nay and you begin to raile on Societie once I am sworne not to giue regard to you Farewell come with better Musicke Exit Aper So Thou wilt not heare mee now thou shalt not then I le locke thy heauen from thee Oh that mens eares should be To Counsell deafe but not to Flatterie Exit Enter a Senator Sen. And late fiue thousand to Varro and to Isidore He owes nine thousand besides my former summe Which makes it fiue and twenty Still in motion Of raging waste It cannot hold it will not If I want Gold steale but a beggers Dogge And giue it Timon why the Dogge coines Gold If I would sell my Horse and buy twenty moe Better then he why giue my Horse to Timon Aske nothing giue it him it Foles me straight And able Horses No Porter at his gate But rather one that smiles and still inuites All that passe by It cannot hold no reason Can sound his state in safety Caphis hoa Caphis I say Enter Caphis Ca. Heere sir what is your pleasure Sen. Get on your cloake hast you to Lord Timon Importune him for my Moneyes be not ceast With slight deniall nor then silenc'd when Commend me to your Master and the Cap Playes in the right hand thus but tell him My Vses cry to me I must serue my turne Out of mine owne his dayes and times are past And my reliances on his fracted dates Haue smit my credit I loue and honour him But must not breake my backe to heale his finger Immediate are my needs and my releefe Must not be tost and turn'd to me in words But finde supply immediate Get you gone Put on a most importunate aspect A visage of demand for I do feare When euery Feather stickes in his owne wing Lord Timon will be left a naked gull Which flashes now a Phoenix get you gone Ca. I go sir Sen. I go sir Take the Bonds along with you And haue the dates in Come Ca. I will Sir Sen. Go. Exeunt Enter Steward with many billes in his hand Stew. No care no stop so senselesse of expence That he will neither know how to maintaine it Nor cease his flow of Riot Takes no accompt How things go from him nor resume no care Of what is to continue neuer minde Was to be so vnwise to be so kinde What shall be done he will not heare till feele I must be round with him now he comes from hunting Fye fie fie fie Enter Caphis Isidore and Varro Cap. Good euen Varro what you come for money Var. Is' t not your businesse too Cap. It is and yours too Isidore Isid It is so Cap. Would we were all discharg'd Var. I feare it Cap. Heere comes the Lord. Enter Timon and his Traine Tim. So soone as dinners done wee 'l forth againe My Alcibiades With me what is your will Cap. My Lord heere is a note of certaine dues Tim. Dues whence are you Cap. Of Athens heere my Lord. Tim. Go to my Steward Cap. Please it your Lordship he hath put me off To the succession of new dayes this moneth My Master is awak'd by great Occasion To call vpon his owne and humbly prayes you That with your other Noble parts you 'l suite In giuing him his right Tim. Mine honest Friend I prythee but repaire to me next morning Cap. Nay good my
Lord. Tim. Containe thy selfe good Friend Var. One Varroes seruant my good Lord. Isid From Isidore he humbly prayes your speedy payment Cap. If you did know my Lord my Masters wants Var. 'T was due on forfeyture my Lord sixe weekes and past Isi Your Steward puts me off my Lord and I Am sent expressely to your Lordship Tim. Giue me breath I do beseech you good my Lords keepe on I le waite vpon you instantly Come hither pray you How goes the world that I am thus encountred With clamorous demands of debt broken Bonds And the detention of long since due debts Against my Honor Stew. Please you Gentlemen The time is vnagreeable to this businesse Your importunacie cease till after dinner That I may make his Lordship vnderstand Wherefore you are not paid Tim. Do so my Friends see them well entertain'd Stew. Pray draw neere Exit Enter Apemantus and Foole. Caph. Stay stay here comes the Foole with Apemantus let 's ha some sport with ' em Var. Hang him hee 'l abuse vs. Isid A plague vpon him dogge Var. How dost Foole Ape Dost Dialogue with thy shadow Var. I speake not to thee Ape No 't is to thy selfe Come away Isi There 's the Foole hangs on your backe already Ape No thou stand'st single th' art not on him yet Cap. Where 's the Foole now Ape He last ask'd the question Poore Rogues and Vsurers men Bauds betweene Gold and want Al. What are we Apemantus Ape Asses All. Why Ape That you ask me what you are do not know your selues Speake to 'em Foole. Foole. How do you Gentlemen All. Gramercies good Foole How does your Mistris Foole. She 's e'ne setting on water to scal'd such Chickens as you are Would we could see you at Corinth Ape Good Gramercy Enter Page Foole. Looke you heere comes my Masters Page Page Why how now Captaine what do you in this wise Company How dost thou Apermantus Ape Would I had a Rod in my mouth that I might answer thee profitably Boy Prythee Apemantus reade me the superscription of these Letters I know not which is which Ape Canst not read Page No. Ape There will litle Learning dye then that day thou art hang'd This is to Lord Timon this to Alcibiades Go thou was 't borne a Bastard and thou 't dye a Bawd Page Thou was 't whelpt a Dogge and thou shalt famish a Dogges death Answer not I am gone Exit Ape E'ne so thou out-runst Grace Foole I will go with you to Lord Timons Foole. Will you leaue me there Ape If Timon stay at home You three serue three Vsurers All. I would they seru'd vs. Ape So would I As good a tricke as euer Hangman seru'd Theefe Foole. Are you three Vsurers men All. I Foole. Foole. I thinke no Vsurer but ha's a Foole to his Seruant My Mistris is one and I am her Foole when men come to borrow of your Masters they approach sadly and go away merry but they enter my Masters house merrily and go away sadly The reason of this Var. I could render one Ap. Do it then that we may account thee a Whoremaster and a Knaue which notwithstanding thou shalt be no lesse esteemed Varro What is a Whoremaster Foole Foole. A Foole in good cloathes and something like thee 'T is a spirit sometime t' appeares like a Lord somtime like a Lawyer sometime like a Philosopher with two stones moe then 's artificiall one Hee is verie often like a Knight and generally in all shapes that man goes vp and downe in from fourescore to thirteen this spirit walkes in Var. Thou art not altogether a Foole. Foole. Nor thou altogether a Wise man As much foolerie as I haue so much wit thou lack'st Ape That answer might haue become Apemantus All. Aside aside heere comes Lord Timon Enter Timon and Steward Ape Come with me Foole come Foole. I do not alwayes follow Louer elder Brother aad Woman sometime the Philosopher Stew. Pray you walk en eere I le speake with you anon Exeunt Tim. You make me meruell wherefore ere this time Had you not fully laide my state before me That I might so haue rated my expence As I had leaue of meanes Stew. You would not heare me At many leysures I propose Tim. Go too Perchance some single vantages you tooke When my indisposition put you backe And that vnaptnesse made your minister Thus to excuse your selfe Stew. O my good Lord At many times I brought in my accompts Laid them before you you would throw them off And say you sound them in mine honestie When for some trifling present you haue bid me Returne so much I haue shooke my head and wept Yea ' gainst th' Authoritie of manners pray'd you To hold your hand more close I did indure Not sildome nor no flight checkes when I haue Prompted you in the ebbe of your estate And your great flow of debts my lou'd Lord Though you heare now too late yet nowes a time The greatest of your hauing lackes a halfe To pay your present debts Tim. Let all my Land be sold Stew. 'T is all engag'd some forfeyted and gone And what remaines will hardly stop the mouth Of present dues the future comes apace What shall defend the interim and at length How goes our reck'ning Tim. To Lacedemon did my Land extend Stew. O my good Lord the world is but a word Were it all yours to giue it in a breath How quickely were it gone Tim. You tell me true Stew. If you suspect my Husbandry or Falshood Call me before th' exactest Auditors And set me on the proofe So the Gods blesse me When all our Offices haue beene opprest With riotous Feeders when our Vaults haue wept With drunken spilth of Wine when euery roome Hath blaz'd with Lights and braid with Minstrelsie I haue retyr'd me to a wastefull cocke And set mine eyes at flow Tim. Prythee no more Stew. Heauens haue I said the bounty of this Lord How many prodigall bits haue Slaues and Pezants This night englutted who is not Timons What heart head sword force meanes but is L. Timons Great Timon Noble Worthy Royall Timon Ah when the meanes are gone that buy this praise The breath is gone whereof this praise is made Feast won fast lost one cloud of Winter showres These flyes are coucht Tim. Come sermon me no further No villanous bounty yet hath past my heart Vnwisely not ignobly haue I giuen Why dost thou weepe canst thou the conscience lacke To thinke I shall lacke friends secure thy heart If I would broach the vessels of my loue And try the argument of hearts by borrowing Men and mens fortunes could I frankely vse As I can bid thee speake Ste. Assurance blesse your thoughts Tim. And in some sort these wants of mine are crown'd That I account them blessings For by these Shall I trie Friends You shall perceiue How you mistake my Fortunes I am wealthie in my Friends Within there Flauius Seruilius Enter
three Seruants Ser. My Lord my Lord. Tim. I will dispatch you seuerally You to Lord Lucius to Lord Lucullus you I hunted with his Honor to day you to Sempronius commend me to their loues and I am proud say that my occasions haue found time to vse 'em toward a supply of mony let the request be fifty Talents Flam. As you haue said my Lord. Stew. Lord Lucius and Lucullus Humh Tim. Go you sir to the Senators Of whom euen to the States best health I haue Deseru'd this Hearing bid 'em send o' th' instant A thousand Talents to me Ste I haue beene bold For that I knew it the most generall way To them to vse your Signet and your Name But they do shake their heads and I am heere No richer in returne Tim. Is' t true Can 't be Stew. They answer in a ioynt and corporate voice That now they are at fall want Treature cannot Do what they would are sorrie you are Honourable But yet they could haue wisht they know not Something hath beene amisse a Noble Nature May catch a wrench would all were well t is pitty And so intending other serious matters After distastefull lookes and these hard Fractions With certaine halfe-caps and cold mouing nods They froze me into Silence Tim. You Gods reward them Prythee man looke cheerely These old Fellowes Haue their ingratitude in them Hereditary Their blood is cak'd 't is cold it sildome flowes 'T is lacke of kindely warmth they are not kinde And Nature as it growes againe toward earth Is fashion'd for the iourney dull and heauy Go to Ventiddius prythee be not sad Thou art true and honest Ingeniously I speake No blame belongs to thee Ventiddius lately Buried his Father by whose death hee 's stepp'd Into a great estate When he was poore Imprison'd and in scarsitie of Friends I cleer'd him with fiue Talents Greet him from me Bid him suppose some good necessity Touches his Friend which craues to be remembred With those fiue Talents that had giue 't these Fellowes To whom 't is instant due Neu'r speake or thinke That Timons fortunes 'mong his Friends can sinke Stew. I would I could not thinke it That thought is Bounties Foe Being free it selfe it thinkes all others so Exeunt Flaminius waiting to speake with a Lord from his Master enters a seruant to him Ser. I haue told my Lord of you he is comming down to you Flam. I thanke you Sir Enter Lucullus Ser. Heere 's my Lord. Luc. One of Lord Timons men A Guift I warrant Why this hits right I dreampt of a Siluer Bason Ewre to night Flaminius honest Flaminius you are verie respectiuely welcome sir Fill me some Wine And how does that Honourable Compleate Free-hearted Gentleman of Athens thy very bountifull good Lord and Mayster Flam. His health is well sir Luc. I am right glad that his health is well sir and what hast thou there vnder thy Cloake pretty Flaminius Flam. Faith nothing but an empty box Sir which in my Lords behalâ— I come to intreat your Honor to supply who hauing great and instant occasion to vse fiftie Talents hath sent to your Lordship to furnish him nothing doubting your present assistance therein Luc. La la la la Nothing doubting sayes hee Alas good Lord a Noble Gentleman 't is if he would not keep so good a house Many a time and often I ha din'd with him and told him on 't and come againe to supper to him of purpose to haue him spend lesse and yet he wold embrace no counsell take no warning by my comming euery man has his fault and honesty is his I ha told him on 't but I could nere get him from 't Enter Seruant with Wine Ser. Please your Lordship heere is the Wine Luc. Flaminius I haue noted thee alwayes wise Heere 's to thee Flam. Your Lordship speakes your pleasure Luc. I haue obserued thee alwayes for a towardlie prompt spirit giue thee thy due and one that knowes what belongs to reason and canst vse the time wel if the time vse thee well Good parts in thee get you gone sirrah Draw neerer honest Flaminius Thy Lords a bountifull Gentleman but thou art wise and thou know'st well enough although thou com'st to me that this is no time to lend money especially vpon bare friendshippe without securitie Here 's three Solidares for thee good Boy winke at me and say thou saw'st mee not Fare thee well Flam. Is' t possible the world should so much differ And we aliue that liued Fly damned basenesse To him that worships thee Luc. Ha Now I see thou art a Foole and sit for thy Master Exit L. Flam May these adde to the number y t may scald thee Let moulten Coine be thy damnation Thou disease of a friend and not himselfe Has friendship such a faint and milkie heart It turnes in lesse then two nights O you Gods I feele my Masters passion This Slaue vnto his Honor Has my Lords meate in him Why should it thriue and turne to Nutriment When he is turn'd to poyson O may Diseases onely worke vpon 't And when he 's sicke to death let not that part of Nature Which my Lord payd for be of any power To expell sicknesse but prolong his hower Exit Enter Lucius with three strangers Luc. Who the Lord Timon He is my very good friend and an Honourable Gentleman 1 We know him for no lesse thogh we are but strangers to him But I can tell you one thing my Lord and which I heare from common rumours now Lord Timons happie howres are done and past and his estate shrinkes from him Lucius Fye no doe not beleeue it hee cannot want for money 2 But beleeue you this my Lord that not long agoe one of his men was with the Lord Lucullus to borrow so many Talents nay vrg'd extreamly for 't and shewed what necessity belong'd too 't and yet was deny'de Luci. How 2 I tell you deny'de my Lord. Luci. What a strange case was that Now before the Gods I am asham'd on 't Denied that honourable man There was verie little Honour shew'd in 't For my owne part I must needes confesse I haue receyued some small kindnesses from him as Money Plate Iewels and such like Trifles nothing comparing to his yet had hee mistooke him and sent to me I should ne're haue denied his Occasion so many Talents Enter Seruilius Seruil See by good hap yonder 's my Lord I haue swet to see his Honor. My Honor'd Lord. Lucil. Seruilius You are kindely met sir Farthewell commend me to thy Honourable vertuous Lord my very exquisite Friend Seruil May it please your Honour my Lord hath sent Luci. Ha what ha's he sent I am so much endeered to that Lord hee 's euer sending how shall I thank him think'st thou And what has he sent now Seruil Has onely sent his present Occasion now my Lord requesting your Lordship to supply his instant vse with so many Talents Lucil. I know
his Lordship is but merry with me He cannot want fifty fiue hundred Talents Seruil But in the mean time he wants lesse my Lord. If his occasion were not vertuous I should not vrge it halfe so faithfully Luc. Dost thou speake seriously Seruilius Seruil Vpon my soule 't is true Sir Luci. What a wicked Beast was I to disfurnish my self against such a good time when I might ha shewn my selfe Honourable How vnluckily it hapned that I shold Purchase the day before for a little part and vndo a great deale of Honour Seruilius now before the Gods I am not able to do the more beast I say I was sending to vse Lord Timon my selfe these Gentlemen can witnesse but I would not for the wealth of Athens I had done 't now Commend me bountifully to his good Lordship and I hope his Honor will conceiue the fairest of mee because I haue no power to be kinde And tell him this from me I count it one of my greatest afflictions say that I cannot pleasure such an Honourable Gentleman Good Seruilius will you befriend mee so farre as to vse mine owne words to him Ser. Yes sir I shall Exit Seruil Lucil. I le looke you out a good turne Seruilius True as you said Timon is shrunke indeede And he that 's once deny'de will hardly speede Exit 1 Do you obserue this Hostilius 2 I to well 1 Why this is the worlds soule And iust of the same peece Is euery Flatterers sport who can call him his Friend That dips in the same dish For in my knowing Timon has bin this Lords Father And kept his credit with his purse Supported his estate nay Timons money Has paid his men their wages He ne're drinkes But Timons Siluer treads vpon his Lip And yet oh see the monstrousnesse of man When he lookes out in an vngratefull shape He does deny him in respect of his What charitable men affoord to Beggers 3 Religion grones at it 1 For mine owne part I neuer tasted Timon in my life Nor came any of his bounties ouer me To marke me for his Friend Yet I protest For his right Noble minde illustrious Vertue And Honourable Carriage Had his necessity made vse of me I would haue put my wealth into Donation And the best halfe should haue return'd to him So much I loue his heart But I perceiue Men must learne now with pitty to dispence For Policy sits aboue Conscience Exeunt Enter a third seruant with Sempronius another of Timons Friends Semp. Must he needs trouble me in 't Hum. ' Boue all others He might haue tried Lord Lucius or Lucullus And now Ventidgius is wealthy too Whom he redeem'd from prison All these Owes their estates vnto him Ser. My Lord They haue all bin touch'd and found Base-Mettle For they haue all denied him Semp. How Haue they deny'de him Has Ventidgius and Lucullus deny'de him And does he send to me Three Humh It shewes but little loue or iudgement in him Must I be his last Refuge His Friends like Physitians Thriue giue him ouer Must I take th' Cure vpon me Has much disgrac'd me in 't I 'me angry at him That might haue knowne my place I see no sense for 't But his Occasions might haue wooed me first For in my conscience I was the first man That ere receiued guift from him And does he thinke so backwardly of me now That I le requite it last No So it may proue an Argument of Laughter To th' rest and ' mong'st Lords be thought a Foole I 'de rather then the worth of thrice the summe Had sent to me first but for my mindes sake I 'de such a courage to do him good But now returne And with their faint reply this answer ioyne Who bates mine Honor shall not know my Coyne Exit Ser. Excellent Your Lordships a goodly Villain the diuell knew not what he did when hee made man Politicke he crossed himselfe by 't and I cannot thinke but in the end the Villanies of man will set him cleere How fairely this Lord striues to appeare foule Takes Vertuous Copies to be wicked like those that vnder hotte ardent zeale would set whole Realmes on fire of such a nature is his politike loue This was my Lords best hope now all are fled Saue onely the Gods Now his Friends are dead Doores that were ne're acquainted with their Wards Many a bounteous yeere must be imploy'd Now to guard sure their Master And this is all a liberall course allowes Who cannot keepe his wealth must keep his house Exit Enter Varro's man meeting others All Timons Creditors to wait for his comming out Then enter Lucius and Hortensius Var man Well met goodmorrow Titus Hortensius Tit. The like to you kinde Varro Hort. Lucius what do we meet together Luci. I and I think one businesse do's command vs all For mine is money Tit. So is theirs and ours Enter Philotus Luci. And sir Philotus too Phil. Good day at once Luci. Welcome good Brother What do you thinke the houre Phil. Labouring for Nine Luci. So much Phil. Is not my Lord seene yet Luci. Not yet Phil. I wonder on 't he was wont to shine at seauen Luci. I but the dayes are waxt shorter with him You must consider that a Prodigall course Is like the Sunnes but not like his recouerable I feare 'T is deepest Winter in Lord Timons purse that is One may reach deepe enough and yet finde little Phil. I am of your feare for that Tit. I le shew you how t' obserue a strange euent Your Lord sends now for Money Hort. Most true he doe's Tit. And he weares Iewels now of Timons guift For which I waite for money Hort. It is against my heart Luci. Marke how strange it showes Timon in this should pay more then he owes And e'ne as if your Lord should weare rich Iewels And send for money for ' em Hort. I 'me weary of this Charge The Gods can witnesse I know my Lord hath spent of Timons wealth And now Ingratitude makes it worse then stealth Varro Yes mine 's three thousand Crownes What 's yours Luci. Fiue thousand mine Varro 'T is much deepe and it should seem by th' sum Your Masters confidence was aboue mine Else surely his had equall'd Enter Flaminius Tit. One of Lord Timons men Luc. Flaminius Sir a word Pray is my Lord readie to come forth Flam. No indeed he is not Tit. We attend his Lordship pray signifie so much Flam. I need not tell him that he knowes you are too diligent Enter Steward in a Cloake muffled Luci. Ha is not that his Steward muffled so He goes away in a Clowd Call him call him Tit. Do you heare sir 2. Varro By your leaue sir Stew. What do ye aske of me my Friend Tit. We waite for certaine Money heere sir Stew. I if Money were as certaine as your waiting 'T were sure enough Why then preferr'd you not your summes and Billes When your false Masters eate
of my Lords meat Then they could smile and fawne vpon his debts And take downe th' Intrest into their glutt'nous Mawes You do your selues but wrong to stirre me vp Let me passe quietly Beleeue 't my Lord and I haue made an end I haue no more to reckon he to spend Luci. I but this answer will not serue Stew. If 't 't will not serue 't is not so base as you For you serue Knaues 1. Varro How What does his casheer'd Worship mutter 2. Varro No matter what hee 's poore and that 's reuenge enough Who can speake broader then hee that has no house to put his head in Such may rayle against great buildings Enter Seruilius Tit. Oh heere 's Seruilius now wee shall know some answere Seru. If I might beseech you Gentlemen to repayre some other houre I should deriue much from 't For tak 't of my soule my Lord leanes wondrously to discontent His comfortable temper has forsooke him he 's much out of health and keepes his Chamber Luci. Many do keepe their Chambers are not sicke And if it be so farre beyond his health Me thinkes he should the sooner pay his debts And make a cleere way to the Gods Seruil Good Gods Titus We cannot take this for answer sir Flaminius within Seruilius helpe my Lord my Lord. Enter Timon in a rage Tim What are my dores oppos'd against my passage Haue I bin euer free and must my house Be my retentiue Enemy My Gaole The place which I haue Feasted does it now Like all Mankinde shew me an Iron heart Luci. Put in now Titus Tit. My Lord heere is my Bill Luci. Here 's mine 1. Var. And mine my Lord. 2. Var. And ours my Lord. Philo. All our Billes Tim. Knocke me downe with 'em cleaue mee to the Girdle Luc. Alas my Lord. Tim. Cut my heart in summes Tit. Mine fifty Talents Tim. Tell out my blood Luc. Fiue thousand Crownes my Lord. Tim. Fiue thousand drops payes that What yours and yours 1. Var. My Lord. 2. Var. My Lord. Tim. Teare me take me and the Gods fall vpon you Exit Timon Hort. Faith I perceiue our Masters may throwe their caps at their money these debts may well be call'd desperate ones for a madman owes ' em Exeunt Enter Timon Timon They haue e'ene put my breath from mee the slaues Creditors Diuels Stew. My deere Lord. Tim. What if it should be so Stew. My Lord. Tim. I le haue it so My Steward Stew. Heere my Lord. Tim. So fitly Go bid all my Friends againe Lucius Lucullus and Sempronius Vllorxa All I le once more feast the Rascals Stew. O my Lord you onely speake from your distracted soule there 's not so much left to furnish out a moderate Table Tim. Be it not in thy care Go I charge thee inuite them all let in the tide Of Knaues once more my Cooke and I le prouide Exeunt Enter three Senators at one doore Alcibiades meeting them with Attendants 1. Sen. My Lord you haue my voyce too 't The faults Bloody 'T is necessary he should dye Nothing imboldens sinne so much as Mercy 2 Most true the Law shall bruise ' em Alc. Honor health and compassion to the Senate 1 Now Captaine Alc. I am an humble Sutor to your Vertues For pitty is the vertue of the Law And none but Tyrants vse it cruelly It pleases time and Fortune to lye heauie Vpon a Friend of mine who in hot blood Hath stept into the Law which is past depth To those that without heede do plundge intoo 't He is a Man setting his Fate aside of comely Vertues Nor did he soyle the fact with Cowardice And Honour in him which buyes out his fault But with a Noble Fury and faire spirit Seeing his Reputation touch'd to death He did oppose his Foe And with such sober and vnnoted passion He did behooue his anger ere 't was spent As if he had but prou'd an Argument 1 Sen. You vndergo too strict a Paradox Striuing to make an vgly deed looke faire Your words haue tooke such paines as if they labour'd To bring Man-slaughter into forme and set Quarrelling Vpon the head of Valour which indeede Is Valour mis-begot and came into the world When Sects and Factions were newly borne Hee 's truly Valiant that can wisely suffer The worst that man can breath And make his Wrongs his Out-sider To weare them like his Rayment carelessely And ne're preferre his iniuries to his heart To bring it into danger If Wrongs be euilles and inforce vs kill What Folly 't is to hazard life for Ill. Alci My Lord. 1. Sen. You cannot make grosse sinnes looke cleare To reuenge is no Valour but to beare Alci My Lords then vnder fauour pardon me If I speake like a Captaine Why do fond men expose themselues to Battell And not endure all threats Sleepe vpon 't And let the Foes quietly cut their Throats Without repugnancy If there be Such Valour in the bearing what make wee Abroad Why then Women are more valiant That stay at home if Bearing carry it And the Asse more Captaine then the Lyon The fellow loaden with Irons wiser then the Iudge If Wisedome be in suffering Oh my Lords As you are great be pittifully Good Who cannot condemne rashnesse in cold blood To kill I grant is sinnes extreamest Gust But in defence by Mercy 't is most iust To be in Anger is impietie But who is Man that is not Angrie Weigh but the Crime with this 2. Sen. You breath in vaine Alci In vaine His seruice done at Lacedemon and Bizantium Were a sufficient briber for his life 1 What 's that Alc. Why say my Lords ha's done faire seruice And slaine in fight many of your enemies How full of valour did he beare himselfe In the last Conflict and made plenteous wounds 2 He has made too much plenty with him He 's a sworne Riotor he has a sinne That often drownes him and takes his valour prisoner If there were no Foes that were enough To ouercome him In that Beastly furie He has bin knowne to commit outrages And cherrish Factions 'T is inferr'd to vs His dayes are foule and his drinke dangerous 1 He dyes Alci Hard fate he might haue dyed in warre My Lords if not for any parts in him Though his right arme might purchase his owne time And be in debt to none yet more to moue you Take my deserts to his and ioyne 'em both And for I know your reuerend Ages loue Security I le pawne my Victories all my Honour to you Vpon his good returnes If by this Crime he owes the Law his life Why let the Warre receiue't in valiant gore For Law is strict and Warre is nothing more 1 We are for Law he dyes vrge it no more On height of our displeasure Friend or Brother He forfeits his owne blood that spilles another Alc. Must it be so It must not bee My Lords I do beseech you know mee 2 How Alc. Call me to
your remembrances 3 What. Alc. I cannot thinke but your Age has forgot me It could not else be I should proue so bace To sue and be deny'de such common Grace My wounds ake at you 1 Do you dare our anger 'T is in few words but spacious in effect We banish thee for euer Alc. Banish me Banish your dotage banish vsurie That makes the Senate vgly 1 If after two dayes shine Athens containe thee Attend our waightier Iudgement And not to swell our Spirit He shall be executed presently Exeunt Alc. Now the Gods keepe you old enough That you may liue Onely in bone that none may looke on you I 'm worse then mad I haue kept backe their Foes While they haue told their Money and let out Their Coine vpon large interest I my selfe Rich onely in large hurts All those for this Is this the Balsome that the vsuring Senat Powres into Captaines wounds Banishment It comes not ill I hate not to be banisht It is a cause worthy my Spleene and Furie That I may strike at Athens I le cheere vp My discontented Troopes and lay for hearts 'T is Honour with most Lands to be at ods Souldiers should brooke as little wrongs as Gods Exit Enter diuers Friends at seuerall doores 1 The good time of day to you sir 2 I also wish it to you I thinke this Honorable Lord did but try vs this other day 1 Vpon that were my thoughts tyring when wee encountred I hope it is not so low with him as he made it seeme in the triall of his seuerall Friends 2 It should not be by the perswasion of his new Feasting 1 I should thinke so He hath sent mee an earnest inuiting which many my neere occasions did vrge mee to put off but he hath coniur'd mee beyond them and I must needs appeare 2 In like manner was I in debt to my importunat businesse but he would not heare my excuse I am sorrie when he sent to borrow of mee that my Prouision was out 1 I am sicke of that greefe too as I vnderstand how all things go 2 Euery man heares so what would hee haue borrowed of you 1 A thousand Peeces 2 A thousand Peeces 1 What of you 2 He sent to me sir Heere he comes Enter Timon and Attendants Tim. With all my heart Gentlemen both and how fare you 1 Euer at the best hearing well of your Lordship 2 The Swallow followes not Summer more willing then we your Lordship Tim. Nor more willingly leaues Winter such Summer Birds are men Gentlemen our dinner will not recompence this long stay Feast your eares with the Musicke awhile If they will fare so harshly o' th' Trumpets sound we shall too 't presently 1 I hope it remaines not vnkindely with your Lordship that I return'd you an empty Messenger Tim. O sir let it not trouble you 2 My Noble Lord. Tim. Ah my good Friend what cheere The Banket brought in 2 My most Honorable Lord I am e'ne sick of shame that when your Lordship this other day sent to me I was so vnfortunate a Beggar Tim. Thinke not on 't sir 2 If you had sent but two houres before Tim. Let it not cumber your better remembrance Come bring in all together 2 All couer'd Dishes 1 Royall Cheare I warrant you 3 Doubt not that if money and the season can yeild it 1 How do you What 's the newes 3 Alcibiades is banish'd heare you of it Both Alcibiades banish'd 3 'T is so be sure of it 1 How How 2 I pray you vpon what Tim. My worthy Friends will you draw neere 3 I le tell you more anon Here 's a Noble feast toward 2 This is the old man still 3 Wilt hold Wilt hold 2 It do's but time will and so 3 I do conceyue Tim. Each man to his stoole with that spurre as hee would to the lip of his Mistris your dyet shall bee in all places alike Make not a Citie Feast of it to let the meat coole ere we can agree vpon the first place Sit sit The Gods require our Thankes You great Benefactors sprinkle our Society with Thankefulnesse For your owne guifts make your selues prais'd But reserue still to giue least your Deities be despised Lend to each man enough that one neede not lend to another For were your Godheads to borrow of men men would forsake the Gods Make the Meate be beloued more then the Man that giues it Let no Assembly of Twenty be without a score of Villaines If there sit twelue Women at the Table let a dozen of them bee as they are The rest of your Fees O Gods the Senators of Athens together with the common legge of People what is amisse in them you Gods make suteable for destruction For these my present Friends as they are to mee nothing so in nothing blesse them and to nothing are they welcome Vncouer Dogges and lap Some speake What do's his Lordship meane Some other I know not Timon May you a better Feast neuer behold You knot of Mouth-Friends Smoke lukewarm water Is your perfection This is Timons last Who stucke and spangled you with Flatteries Washes it off and sprinkles in your faces Your reeking villany Liue loath'd and long Most smiling smooth detested Parasites Curteous Destroyers affable Wolues meeke Beares You Fooles of Fortune Trencher-friends Times Flyes Cap and knee-Slaues vapours and Minute Iackes Of Man and Beast the infinite Maladie Crust you quite o're What do'st thou go Soft take thy Physicke first thou too and thou Stay I will lend thee money borrow none What All in Motion Henceforth be no Feast Whereat a Villaine 's not a welcome Guest Burne house sinke Athens henceforth hated be Of Timon Man and all Humanity Exit Enter the Senators with other Lords 1 How now my Lords 2 Know you the quality of Lord Timons fury 3 Push did you see my Cap 4 I haue lost my Gowne 1 He 's but a mad Lord nought but humors swaies him He gaue me a Iewell th' other day and now hee has beate it out of my hat Did you see my Iewell 2 Did you see my Cap. 3 Heere ' t is 4 Heere lyes my Gowne 1 Let 's make no stay 2 Lord Timons mad 3 I feel 't vpon my bones 4 One day he giues vs Diamonds next day stones Exeunt the Senators Enter Timon Tim. Let me looke backe vpon thee O thou Wall That girdles in those Wolues diue in the earth And fence not Athens Matrons turne incontinent Obedience fayle in Children Slaues and Fooles Plucke the graue wrinkled Senate from the Bench And minister in their steeds to generall Filthes Conuert o' th' Instant greene Virginity Doo 't in your Parents eyes Bankrupts hold fast Rather then render backe out with your Kniues And cut your Trusters throates Bound Seruants steale Large-handed Robbers your graue Masters are And pill by Law Maide to thy Masters bed Thy Mistris is o' th' Brothell Some of sixteen Plucke the lyn'd Crutch from
thee 't is so thou singly honest man Heere take the Gods out of my miserie Ha's sent thee Treasure Go liue rich and happy But thus condition'd Thou shalt build from men Hate all curse all shew Charity to none But let the famisht flesh slide from the Bone Ere thou releeue the Begger Giue to dogges What thou denyest to men Let Prisons swallow 'em Debts wither'em to nothing be men like blasted woods And may Diseases licke vp their false bloods And so farewell and thriue Stew. O let me stay and comfort you my Master Tim. If thou hat'st Curses Stay not flye whil'st thou art blest and free Ne're see thou man and let me ne're see thee Exit Enter Poet and Painter Pain As I tooke note of the place it cannot be farre where he abides Poet. What 's to be thought of him Does the Rumor hold for true That hee 's so full of Gold Painter Certaine Alcibiades reports it Phrinica and Timandylo Had Gold of him He likewise enrich'd Poore stragling Souldiers with great quantity 'T is saide he gaue vnto his Steward A mighty summe Poet. Then this breaking of his Ha's beene but a Try for his Friends Painter Nothing else You shall see him a Palme in Athens againe And flourish with the highest Therefore 't is not amisse we tender our loues To him in this suppos'd distresse of his It will shew honestly in vs And is very likely to loade our purposes With what they trauaile for If it be a iust and true report that goes Of his hauing Poet. What haue you now To present vnto him Painter Nothing at this time But my Visitation onely I will promise him An excellent Peece Poet. I must serue him so too Tell him of an intent that 's comming toward him Painter Good as the best Promising is the verie Ayre o' th' Time It opens the eyes of Expectation Performance is euer the duller for his acte And but in the plainer and simpler kinde of people The deede of Saying is quite out of vse To Promise is most Courtly and fashionable Performance is a kinde of Will or Testament Which argues a great sicknesse in his iudgement That makes it Enter Timon from his Caue Timon Excellent Workeman Thou canst not paint a man so badde As is thy selfe Poet. I am thinking What I shall say I haue prouided for him It must be a personating of himselfe A Satyre against the softnesse of Prosperity With a Discouerie of the infinite Flatteries That follow youth and opulencie Timon Must thou needes Stand for a Villaine in thine owne Worke Wilt thou whip thine owne faults in other men Do so I haue Gold for thee Poet. Nay let 's seeke him Then do we sinne against our owne estate When we may profit meete and come too late Painter True When the day serues before blacke-corner'd night Finde what thou want'st by free and offer'd light Come Tim. I le meete you at the turne What a Gods Gold that he is worshipt In a baser Temple then where Swine feede 'T is thou that rigg'st the Barke and plow'st the Fome Setlest admired reuerence in a Slaue To thee be worshipt and thy Saints for aye Be crown'd with Plagues that thee alone obay Fit I meet them Poet. Haile worthy Timon Pain Our late Noble Master Timon Haue I once liu'd To see two honest men Poet. Sir Hauing often of your open Bounty tasted Hearing you were retyr'd your Friends falne off Whose thankelesse Natures O abhorred Spirits Not all the Whippes of Heauen are large enough What to you Whose Starre-like Noblenesse gaue life and influence To their whole being I am rapt and cannot couer The monstrous bulke of this Ingratitude With any size of words Timon Let it go Naked men may see 't the better You that are honest by being what you are Make them best seene and knowne Pain He and my selfe Haue trauail'd in the great showre of your guifts And sweetly felt it Timon I you are honest man Painter We are hither come To offer you our seruice Timon Most honest men Why how shall I requite you Can you eate Roots and drinke cold water no Both. What we can do Wee 'l do to do you seruice Tim. Y' are honest men Y' haue heard that I haue Gold I am sure you haue speake truth y' are honest men Pain So it is said my Noble Lord but therefore Came not my Friend nor I. Timon Good honest men Thou draw'st a counterfet Best in all Athens th' art indeed the best Thou counterfet'st most liuely Pain So so my Lord. Tim. E'ne so sir as I say And for thy fiction Why thy Verse swels with stuffe so fine and smooth That thou art euen Naturall in thine Art But for all this my honest Natur'd friends I must needs say you haue a little fault Marry 't is not monstrous in you neither wish I You take much paines to mend Both. Beseech your Honour To make it knowne to vs. Tim. You 'l take it ill Both. Most thankefully my Lord. Timon Will you indeed Both. Doubt it not worthy Lord. Tim. There 's neuer a one of you but trusts a Knaue That mightily deceiues you Both. Do we my Lord Tim. I and you heare him cogge See him dissemble Know his grosse patchery loue him feede him Keepe in your bosome yet remaine assur'd That he 's a made-vp-Villaine Pain I know none such my Lord. Poet. Nor I. Timon Looke you I loue you well I le giue you Gold Rid me these Villaines from your companies Hang them or stab them drowne them in a draught Confound them by some course and come to me I le giue you Gold enough Both. Name them my Lord let 's know them Tim. You that way and you this But two in Company Each man a part all single and alone Yet an arch Villaine keepes him company If where thou art two Villaines shall not be Come not neere him If thou would'st not recide But where one Villaine is then him abandon Hence packe there 's Gold you came for Gold ye slaues You haue worke for me there 's payment hence You are an Alcumist make Gold of that Out Rascall dogges Exeunt Enter Steward and two Senators Stew. It is vaine that you would speake with Timon For he is set so onely to himselfe That nothing but himselfe which lookes like man Is friendly with him 1. Sen. Bring vs to his Caue It is our part and promise to th' Athenians To speake with Timon 2. Sen. At all times alike Men are not still the same 't was Time and Greefes That fram'd him thus Time with his fairer hand Offering the Fortunes of his former dayes The former man may make him bring vs to him And chanc'd it as it may Stew. Heere is his Caue Peace and content be heere Lord Timon Timon Looke out and speake to Friends Th' Athenians By two of their most reuerend Senate greet thee Speake to them Noble Timon Enter Timon out of his Canâ— Tim. Thou
an Enterprize Of Honorable dangerous consequence And I doe know by this they stay for me In Pompeyes Porch for now this fearefull Night There is no stirre or walking in the streetes And the Complexion of the Element Is Fauors like the Worke we haue in hand Most bloodie fierie and most terrible Enter Cinna Caska Stand close a while for heere comes one in haste Cassi 'T is Cinna I doe know him by his Gate He is a friend Cinna where haste you so Cinna To finde out you Who 's that Metellus Cymber Cassi No it is Caska one incorporate To our Attempts Am I not stay'd for Cinna Cinna I am glad on 't What a fearefull Night is this There 's two or three of vs haue seene strange sights Cassi Am I not stay'd for tell me Cinna Yes you are O Cassius If you could but winne the Noble Brutus To our party Cassi Be you content Good Cinna take this Paper And looke you lay it in the Pretors Chayre Where Brutus may but finde it and throw this In at his Window set this vp with Waxe Vpon old Brutus Statue all this done Repaire to Pompeyes Porch where you shall finde vs. Is Decius Brutus and Trebonius there Cinna All but Metellus Cymber and hee 's gone To seeke you at your house Well I will hie And so bestow these Papers as you bad me Cassi That done repayre to Pompeyes Theater Exit Cinna Come Caska you and I will yet ere day See Brutus at his house three parts of him Is ours alreadie and the man entire Vpon the next encounter yeelds him ours Cask O he sits high in all the Peoples hearts And that which would appeare Offence in vs His Countenance like richest Alchymie Will change to Vertue and to Worthinesse Cassi Him and his worth and our great need of him You haue right well conceited let vs goe For it is after Mid-night and ere day We will awake him and be sure of him Exeunt Actus Secundus Enter Brutus in his Orchard Brut. What Lucius hoe I cannot by the progresse of the Starres Giue guesse how neere to day Lucius I say I would it were my fault to sleepe so soundly When Lucius when awake I say what Lucius Enter Lucius Luc. Call'd you my Lord Brut. Get me a Tapor in my Study Lucius When it is lighted come and call me here Luc. I will my Lord. Exit Brut. It must be by his death and for my part I know no personall cause to spurne at him But for the generall He would be crown'd How that might change his nature there 's the question It is the bright day that brings forth the Adder And that craues warie walking Crowne him that And then I graunt we put a Sting in him That at his will he may doe danger with Th' abuse of Greatnesse is when it dis-ioynes Remorse from Power And to speake truth of Caesar I haue not knowne when his Affections sway'd More then his Reason But 't is a common proofe That Lowlynesse is young Ambitions Ladder Whereto the Climber vpward turnes his Face But when he once attaines the vpmost Round He then vnto the Ladder turnes his Backe Lookes in the Clouds scorning the base degrees By which he did ascend so Caesar may Then least he may preuent And since the Quarrell Will beare no colour for the thing he is Fashion it thus that what he is augmented Would runne to these and these extremities And therefore thinke him as a Serpents egge Which hatch'd would as his kinde grow mischieuous And kill him in the shell Enter Lucius Luc. The Taper burneth in your Closet Sir Searching the Window for a Flint I found This Paper thus seal'd vp and I am sure It did not lye there when I went to Bed Giues him the Letter Brut. Get you to Bed againe it is not day Is not to morrow Boy the first of March Luc. I know not Sir Brut. Looke in the Calender and bring me word Luc. I will Sir Exit Brut. The exhalations whizzing in the ayre Giue so much light that I may reade by them Opens the Letter and reades Brutus thou sleep'st awake and see thy selfe Shall Rome c. speake strike redresse Brutus thou sleep'st awake Such instigations haue beene often dropt Where I haue tooke them vp Shall Rome c. Thus must I piece it out Shall Rome stand vnder one mans awe What Rome My Ancestors did from the streetes of Rome The Tarquin driue when he was call'd a King Speake strike redresse Am I entreated To speake and strike O Rome I make thee promise If the redresse will follow thou receiuest Thy full Petition at the hand of Brutus Enter Lucius Luc. Sir March is wasted fifteene dayes Knocke within Brut. 'T is good Go to the Gate some body knocks Since Cassius first did whet me against Caesar I haue not slept Betweene the acting of a dreadfull thing And the first motion all the Interim is Like a Phantasma or a hideous Dreame The Genius and the mortall Instruments Are then in councell and the state of a man Like to a little Kingdome suffers then The nature of an Insurrection Enter Lucius Luc. Sir 't is your Brother Cassius at the Doore Who doth desire to see you Brut. Is he alone Luc. No Sir there are moe with him Brut. Doe you know them Luc. No Sir their Hats are pluckt about their Eares And halfe their Faces buried in their Cloakes That by no meanes I may discouer them By any marke of fauour Brut. Let 'em enter They are the Faction O Conspiracie Sham'st thou to shew thy dang'rous Brow by Night When euills are most free O then by day Where wilt thou finde a Cauerne darke enough To maske thy monstrous Visage Seek none Conspiracie Hide it in Smiles and Affabilitie For if thou path thy natiue semblance on Not Erebus it selfe were dimme enough To hide thee from preuention Enter the Conspirators Cassius Caska Decius Cinna Metellus and Trebonius Cass I thinke we are too bold vpon your Rest Good morrow Brutus doe we trouble you Brut. I haue beene vp this howre awake all Night Know I these men that come along with you Cass Yes euery man of them and no man here But honors you and euery one doth wish You had but that opinion of your selfe Which euery Noble Roman beares of you This is Trebonius Brut. He is welcome hither Cass This Decius Brutus Brut. He is welcome too Cass This Caska this Cinna and this Metellus Cymber Brut. They are all welcome What watchfull Cares doe interpose themselues Betwixt your Eyes and Night Cass Shall I entreat a word They whisper Decius Here lyes the East doth not the Day breake heere Cask No. Cin. O pardon Sir it doth and you grey Lines That fret the Clouds are Messengers of Day Cask You shall confesse that you are both deceiu'd Heere as I point my Sword the Sunne arises Which is a great way growing on the South Weighing the youthfull Season of
I do good Portia go to bed Por. Is Brutus sicke And is it Physicall To walke vnbraced and sucke vp the humours Of the danke Morning What is Brutus sicke And will he steale out of his wholsome bed To dare the vile contagion of the Night And tempt the Rhewmy and vnpurged Ayre To adde vnto hit sicknesse No my Brutus You haue some sicke Offence within your minde Which by the Right and Vertue of my place I ought to know of And vpon my knees I charme you by my once commended Beauty By all your vowes of Loue and that great Vow Which did incorporate and make vs one That you vnfold to me your selfe your halfe Why you are heauy and what men to night Haue had resort to you for heere haue beene Some sixe or seuen who did hide their faces Euen from darknesse Bru. Kneele not gentle Portia Por. I should not neede if you were gentle Brutus Within tho Bond of Marriage tell me Brutus Is it excepted I should know no Secrets That appertaine to you Am I your Selfe But as it were in sort or limitation To keepe with you at Meales comfort your Bed And talke to you sometimes Dwell I but in the Suburbs Of your good pleasure If it be no more Portia is Brutus Harlot not his Wife Bru. You are my true and honourable Wife As deere to me as are the ruddy droppes That visit my sad heart Por. If this were true then should I know this secret I graunt I am a Woman but withall A Woman that Lord Brutus tooke to Wife I graunt I am a Woman but withall A Woman well reputed Cato's Daughter Thinke you I am no stronger then my Sex Being so Father'd and so Husbanded Tell me your Counsels I will not disclose 'em I haue made strong proofe of my Constancie Giuing my selfe a voluntary wound Heere in the Thigh Can I beare that with patience And not my Husbands Secrets Bru. O ye Gods Render me worthy of this Noble Wife Knocke. Harke harke one knockes Portia go in a while And by and by thy bosome shall partake The secrets of my Heart All my engagements I will construe to thee All the Charractery of my sad browes Leaue me with hast Exit Portia Enter Lucius and Ligarius Lucius who 's that knockes Luc. Heere is a sicke man that would speak with you Bru. Caius Ligarius that Metellus spake of Boy stand aside Caius Ligarius how Cai. Vouchsafe good morrow from a feeble tongue Bru. O what a time haue you chose out braue Caius To weare a Kerchiefe Would you were not sicke Cai. I am not sicke if Brutus haue in hand Any exploit worthy the name of Honor. Bru. Such an exploit haue I in hand Ligarius Had you a healthfull eare to heare of it Cai. By all the Gods that Romans bow before I heere discard my sicknesse Soule of Rome Braue Sonne deriu'd from Honourable Loines Thou like an Exorcist hast coniur'd vp My mortified Spirit Now bid me runne And I will striue with things impossible Yea get the better of them What 's to do Bru. A peece of worke That will make sicke men whole Cai. But are not some whole that we must make sicke Bru. That must we also What it is my Caius I shall vnfold to thee as we are going To whom it must be done Cai. Set on your foote And with a heart new-fir'd I follow you To do I know not what but it sufficeth That Brutus leads me on Thunder Bru. Follow me then Exeunt Thunder Lightning Enter Iulius Caesar in his Night-gowne Caesar Nor Heauen nor Earth Haue beene at peace to night Thrice hath Calphurnia in her sleepe cryed out Helpe ho They murther Caesar Who 's within Enter a Seruant Ser. My Lord. Caes Go bid the Priests do present Sacrifice And bring me their opinions of Successe Ser. I will my Lord. Exit Enter Calphurnia Cal. What mean you Caesar Think you to walk forth You shall not stirre out of your house to day Caes Caesar shall forth the things that threaten'd me Ne're look'd but on my backe When they shall see The face of Caesar they are vanished Calp. Caesar I neuer stood on Ceremonies Yet now they fright me There is one within Besides the things that we haue heard and seene Recounts most horrid sights seene by the Watch. A Lionnesse hath whelped in the streets And Graues haue yawn'd and yeelded vp their dead Fierce fiery Warriours fight vpon the Clouds In Rankes and Squadrons and right forme of Warre Which drizel'd blood vpon the Capitoll The noise of Battell hurtled in the Ayre Horsses do neigh and dying men did grone And Ghosts did shrieke and squeale about the streets O Caesar these things are beyond all vse And I do feare them Caes What can be auoyded Whose end is purpos'd by the mighty Gods Yet Caesar shall go sorth for these Predictions Are to the world in generall as to Caesar Calp. When Beggers dye there are no Comets seen The Heauens themselues blaze forth the death of Princes Caes Cowards dye many times before their deaths The valiant neuer taste of death but once Of all the Wonders that I yet haue heard It seemes to me most strange that men should feare Seeing that death a necessary end Will come when it will come Enter a Seruant What say the Augurers Ser. They would not haue you to stirre forth to day Plucking the intrailes of an Offering forth They could not finde a heart within the beast Caes The Gods do this in shame of Cowardice Caesar should be a Beast without a heart If he should stay at home to day sor feare No Caesar shall not Danger knowes full well That Caesar is more dangerous then he We heare two Lyons litter'd in one day And I the elder and more terrible And Caesar shall go foorth Calp. Alas my Lord Your wisedome is consum'd in confidence Do not go forth to day Call it my feare That keepes you in the house and not your owne Wee 'l send Mark Antony to the Senate house And he shall say you are not well to day Let me vpon my knee preuaile in this Caes Mark Antony shall say I am not well And for thy humor I will stay at home Enter Decius Heere 's Decius Brutus he shall tell them so Deci. Caesar all haile Good morrow worthy Caesar I come to fetch you to the Senate house Caes And you are come in very happy time To beare my greeting to the Senators And tell them that I will not come to day Cannot is false and that I dare not falser I will not come to day tell them so Decius Calp. Say he is sicke Caes Shall Caesar send a Lye Haue I in Conquest stretcht mine Arme so farre To be afear'd to tell Gray-beards the truth Decius go tell them Caesar will not come Deci. Most mighty Caesar let me know some cause Lest I be laught at when I tell them so Caes The cause is in my Will I will
my will As Pompey was am I compell'd to set Vpon one Battell all our Liberties You know that I held Epicurus strong And his Opinion Now I change my minde And partly credit things that do presage Comming from Sardis on our former Ensigne Two mighty Eagles fell and there they pearch'd Gorging and feeding from our Soldiers hands Who to Philippi heere consorted vs This Morning are they fled away and gone And in their steeds do Rauens Crowes and Kites Fly ore our heads and downward looke on vs As we were sickely prey their shadowes seeme A Canopy most fatall vnder which Our Army lies ready to giue vp the Ghost Messa Beleeue not so Cassi I but beleeue it partly For I am fresh of spirit and resolu'd To meete all perils very constantly Bru. Euen so Lucillius Cassi Now most Noble Brutus The Gods to day stand friendly that we may Louers in peace leade on our dayes to age But since the affayres of men rests still incertaine Let 's reason with the worst that may befall If we do lose this Battaile then is this The very last time we shall speake together What are you then determined to do Bru. Euen by the rule of that Philosophy By which I did blame Cato for the death Which he did giue himselfe I know not how But I do finde it Cowardly and vile For feare of what might fall so to preuent The time of life arming my selfe with patience To stay the prouidence of some high Powers That gouerne vs below Cassi Then if we loose this Battaile You are contented to be led in Triumph Thorow the streets of Rome Bru. No Cassius no Thinke not thou Noble Romane That euer Brutus will go bound to Rome He beares too great a minde But this same day Must end that worke the Ides of March begun And whether we shall meete againe I know not Therefore our euerlasting farewell take For euer and for euer farewell Cassius If we do meete againe why we shall smile If not why then this parting was well made Cassi For euer and for euer farewell Brutus If we do meete againe wee 'l smile indeede If not 't is true this parting was well made Bru. Why then leade on O that a man might know The end of this dayes businesse ere it come But it sufficeth that the day will end And then the end is knowne Come ho away Exeunt Alarum Enter Brutus and Messala Bru. Ride ride Messala ride and giue these Billes Vnto the Legions on the other side Lowd Alarum Let them set on at once for I perceiue But cold demeanor in Octauio's wing And sodaine push giues them the ouerthrow Ride ride Messala let them all come downe Exeunt Alarums Enter Cassius and Titinius Cassi O looke Titinius looke the Villaines flye My selfe haue to mine owne turn'd Enemy This Ensigne heere of mine was turning backe I slew the Coward and did take it from him Titin. O Cassius Brutus gaue the word too early Who hauing some aduantage on Octauius Tooke it too eagerly his Soldiers fell to spoyle Whil'st we by Antony are all inclos'd Enter Pindarus Pind. Fly further off my Lord flye further off Mark Antony is in your Tents my Lord Flye therefore Noble Cassius flye farre off Cassi This Hill is farre enough Looke look Titinius Are those my Tents where I perceiue the fire Tit. They are my Lord. Cassi Titinius if thou louest me Mount thou my horse and hide thy spurres in him Till he haue brought thee vp to yonder Troopes And heere againe that I may rest assur'd Whether yond Troopes are Friend or Enemy Tit. I will be heere againe euen with a thought Exit Cassi Go Pindarus get higher on that hill My sight was euer thicke regard Titinius And tell me what thou not'st about the Field This day I breathed first Time is come round And where I did begin there shall I end My life is run his compasse Sirra what newes Pind. Aboue O my Lord. Cassi What newes Pind. Titinius is enclosed round about With Horsemen that make to him on the Spurre Yet he spurres on Now they are almost on him Now Titinius Now some light O he lights too Hee 's tane Showt And hearke they shout for ioy Cassi Come downe behold no more O Coward that I am to liue so long To see my best Friend tane before my face Enter Pindarus Come hither sirrah In Parthia did I take thee Prisoner And then I swore thee sauing of thy life That whatsoeuer I did bid thee do Thou should'st attempt it Come now keepe thine oath Now be a Free-man and with this good Sword That ran through Caesars bowels search this bosome Stand not to answer Heere take thou the Hilts And when my face is couer'd as 't is now Guide thou the Sword Caesar thou art reueng'd Euen with the Sword that kill'd thee Pin. So I am free Yet would not so haue beene Durst I haue done my will O Cassius Farre from this Country Pindarus shall run Where neuer Roman shall take note of him Enter Titinius and Messala Messa It is but change Titinius for Octauius Is ouerthrowne by Noble Brutus power As Cassius Legions are by Antony Titin. These tydings will well comfort Cassius Messa Where did you leaue him Titin. All disconsolate With Pindarus his Bondman on this Hill Messa Is not that he that lyes vpon the ground Titin. He lies not like the Liuing O my heart Messa Is not that hee Titin. No this was he Messala But Cassius is no more O setting Sunne As in thy red Rayes thou doest sinke to night So in his red blood Cassius day is set The Sunne of Rome is set Our day is gone Clowds Dewes and Dangers come our deeds are done Mistrust of my successe hath done this deed Messa Mistrust of good successe hath done this deed O hatefull Error Melancholies Childe Why do'st thou shew to the apt thoughts of men The things that are not O Error soone conceyu'd Thou neuer com'st vnto a happy byrth But kil'st the Mother that engendred thee Tit. What Pindarus Where art thou Pindarus Messa Seeke him Titinius whilst I go to meet The Noble Brutus thrusting this report Into his eares I may say thrusting it For piercing Steele and Darts inuenomed Shall be as welcome to the eares of Brutus As tydings of this sight Tit. Hye you Messala And I will seeke for Pindarus the while Why did'st thou send me forth braue Cassius Did I not meet thy Friends and did not they Put on my Browes this wreath of Victorie And bid me giue it thee Did'st thou not heare their showts Alas thou hast misconstrued euery thing But hold thee take this Garland on thy Brow Thy Brutus bid me giue it thee and I Will do his bidding Brutus come apace And see how I regarded Caius Cassius By your leaue Gods This is a Romans part Come Cassius Sword and finde Titinius hart Dies Alarum Enter Brutus Messala yong Cato Strato Volumnius and Lucillius Bru.
That most may clayme this argument for ours Donal What should be spoken here Where our Fate hid in an augure hole May rush and seize vs Let 's away Our Teares are not yet brew'd Mal. Nor our strong Sorrow Vpon the foot of Motion Banq. Looke to the Lady And when we haue our naked Frailties hid That suffer in exposure let vs meet And question this most bloody piece of worke To know it further Feares and scruples shake vs In the great Hand of God I stand and thence Against the vndivulg'd pretence I fight Of Treasonous Mallice Macd. And so doe I. All. So all Macb. Let 's briefely put on manly readinesse And meet i' th' Hall together All. Well contented Exeunt Malc What will you doe Let 's not consort with them To shew an vnfelt Sorrow is an Office Which the false man do's easie I le to England Don. To Ireland I Our seperated fortune shall keepe vs both the safer Where we are there 's Daggers in mens Smiles The neere in blood the neerer bloody Malc This murtherous Shaft that 's shot Hath not yet lighted and our safest way Is to auoid the ayme Therefore to Horse And let vs not be daintie of leaue-taking But shift away there 's warrant in that Theft Which steales it selfe when there 's no mercie left Exeunt Scena Quarta Enter Rosse with an Old man Old man Threescore and ten I can remember well Within the Volume of which Time I haue seene Houres dreadfull and things strange but this sore Night Hath trifled former knowings Rosse Ha good Father Thou seest the Heauens as troubled with mans Act Threatens his bloody Stage by th' Clock 't is Day And yet darke Night strangles the trauailing Lampe Is' t Nights predominance or the Dayes shame That Darknesse does the face of Earth intombe When liuing Light should kisse it Old man 'T is vnnaturall Euen like the deed that 's done On Tuesday last A Faulcon to wring in her pride of place Was by a Mowsing Owle hawkt at and kill'd Rosse And Duncans Horses A thing most strange and certaine Beauteous and swift the Minions of their Race Turn'd wilde in nature broke their sâ—lls flong out Contending ' gainst Obedience as they would Make Warre with Mankinde Old man 'T is said they eate each other Rosse They did so To th' amazement of mine eyes that look'd vpon 't Enter Macduffe Heere comes the good Macduffe How goes the world Sir now Macd. Why see you not Ross Is' t known who did this more then bloody deed Macd. Those that Macbeth hath slaine Ross Alas the day What good could they pretend Macd. They were subborned Malcolme and Donalbaine the Kings two Sonnes Are stolne away and fled which puts vpon them Suspition of the deed Rosse ' Gainst Nature still Thriftlesse Ambition that will rauen vp Thine owne liues meanes Then 't is most like The Soueraignty will fall vpon Macbeth Macd. He is already nam'd and gone to Scone To be inuested Rosse Where is Duncans body Macd. Carried to Colmekill The Sacred Store-house of his Predecessors And Guardian of their Bones Rosse Will you to Scone Macd. No Cosin I le to Fife Rosse Well I will thither Macd. Well may you see things wel done there Adieu Least our old Robes sit easier then our new Rosse Farewell Father Old M. Gods benyson go with you and with those That would make good of bad and Friends of Foes Exeunt omnes Actus Tertius Scena Prima Enter Banquo Banq. Thou hast it now King Cawdor Glamis all As the weyard Women promis'd and I feare Thou playd'st most fowly for 't yet it was saide It should not stand in thy Posterity But that my selfe should be the Roote and Father Of many Kings If there come truth from them As vpon thee Macbeth their Speeches shine Why by the verities on thee made good May they not be my Oracles as well And set me vp in hope But hush no more Senit sounded Enter Macbeth as King Lady Lenox Rosse Lords and Attendants Macb. Heere 's our chiefe Guest La. If he had beene forgotten It had bene as a gap in our great Feast And all-thing vnbecomming Macb. To night we hold a solemne Supper sir And I le request your presence Banq. Let your Highnesse Command vpon me to the which my duties Are with a most indissoluble tye For euer knit Macb. Ride you this afternoone Ban. I my good Lord. Macb. We should haue else desir'd your good aduice Which still hath been both graue and prosperous In this dayes Councell but wee 'le take to morrow Is' t farre you ride Ban. As farre my Lord as will fill vp the time 'Twixt this and Supper Goe not my Horse the better I must become a borrower of the Night For a darke houre or twaine Macb. Faile not our Feast Ban. My Lord I will not Macb. We heare our bloody Cozens are bestow'd In England and in Ireland not confessing Their cruell Parricide filling their hearers With strange inuention But of that to morrow When therewithall we shall haue cause of State Crauing vs ioyntly Hye you to Horse Adieu till you returne at Night Goes Fleance with you Ban. I my good Lord our time does call vpon 's Macb. I wish your Horses swift and sure of foot And so I doe commend you to their backs Farwell Exit Banquo Let euery man be master of his time Till seuen at Night to make societie The sweeter welcome We will keepe our selfe till Supper time alone While then God be with you Exeunt Lords Sirrha a word with you Attend those men Our pleasure Seruant They are my Lord without the Pallace Gate Macb. Bring them before vs. Exit Seruant To be thus is nothing but to be safely thus Our feares in Banquo sticke deepe And in his Royaltie of Nature reignes that Which would be fear'd 'T is much he dares And to that dauntlesse temper of his Minde He hath a Wisdome that doth guide his Valour To act in safetie There is none but he Whose being I doe feare and vnder him My Genius is rebuk'd as it is said Mark Anthonies was by Caesar He chid the Sisters When first they put the Name of King vpon me And bad them speake to him Then Prophet-like They hayl'd him Father to a Line of Kings Vpon my Head they plac'd a fruitlesse Crowne And put a barren Scepter in my Gripe Thence to be wrencht with an vnlineall Hand No Sonne of mine succeeding if 't be so For Banquo's Issue haue I fil'd my Minde For them the gracious Duncan haue I murther'd Put Rancours in the Vessell of my Peace Onely for them and mine eternall Iewell Giuen to the common Enemie of Man To make them Kings the Seedes of Banquo Kings Rather then so come Fate into the Lyft And champion me to th' vtterance Who 's there Enter Seruant and two Murtherers Now goe to the Doore and stay there till we call Exit Seruant Was it not yesterday we spoke
sence That keepe the word of promise to our eare And breake it to our hope I le not fight with thee Macd. Then yeeld thee Coward And liue to be the shew and gaze o' th' time Wee 'l haue thee as our rarer Monsters are Painted vpon a pole and vnder-writ Heere may you see the Tyrant Macb. I will not yeeld To kisse the ground before young Malcolmes feet And to be baited with the Rabbles curse Though Byrnane wood be come to Dunsinane And thou oppos'd being of no woman borne Yet I will try the last Before my body I throw my warlike Shield Lay on Macduffe And damn'd be him that first cries hold enough Exeunt fighting Alarums Enter Fighting and Macbeth slaine Retreat and Flourish Enter with Drumme and Colours Malcolm Seyward Rosse Thanes Soldiers Mal. I would the Friends we misse were safe arriu'd Sey. Some must go off and yet by these I see So great a day as this is cheapely bought Mal. Macduffe is missing and your Noble Sonne Rosse Your son my Lord ha's paid a souldiers debt He onely liu'd but till he was a man The which no sooner had his Prowesse confirm'd In the vnshrinking station where he fought But like a man he dy'de Sey. Then he is dead Rosse I and brought off the field your cause of sorrow Must not be measur'd by his worth for then It hath no end Sey. Had he his hurts before Rosse I on the Front Sey. Why then Gods Soldier be he Had I as many Sonnes as I haue haires I would not wish them to a fairer death And so his Knell is knoll'd Mal. Hee 's worth more sorrow And that I le spend for him Sey. He 's worth no more They say he parted well and paid his score And so God be with him Here comes newer comfort Enter Macduffe with Macbeths head Macd. Haile King for so thou art Behold where stands Th' Vsurpers cursed head the time is free I see thee compast with thy Kingdomes Pearle That speake my salutation in their minds Whose voyces I desire alowd with mine Haile King of Scotland All. Haile King of Scotland Flourish Mal. We shall not spend a large expence of time Before we reckon with your seuerall loues And make vs euen with you My Thanes and Kinsmen Henceforth be Earles the first that euer Scotland In such an Honor nam'd What 's more to do Which would be planted newly with the time As calling home our exil'd Friends abroad That fled the Snares of watchfull Tyranny Producing forth the cruell Ministers Of this dead Butcher and his Fiend-like Queene Who as 't is thought by selfe and violent hands Tooke off her life This and what needfull else That call's vpon vs by the Grace of Grace We will performe in measure time and place So thankes to all at once and to each one Whom we inuite to see vs Crown'd at Scone Flourish Exeunt Omnes FINIS THE TRAGEDIE OF HAMLET Prince of Denmarke Actus Primus Scoena Prima Enter Barnardo and Francisco two Centinels Barnardo WHo 's there Fran. Nay answer me Stand vnfold your selfe Bar. Long liue the King Fran. Barnardo Bar. He. Fran. You come most carefully vpon your houre Bar. 'T is now strook twelue get thee to bed Francisco Fran. For this releefe much thankes 'T is bitter cold And I am sicke at heart Barn Haue you had quiet Guard Fran. Not a Mouse stirring Barn Well goodnight If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus the Riuals of my Watch bid them make hast Enter Horatio and Marcellus Fran. I thinke I heare them Stand who 's there Hor. Friends to this ground Mar. And Leige-men to the Dane Fran. Giue you good night Mar. O farwel honest Soldier who hath relieu'd you Fra. Barnardo ha's my place giue you goodnight Exit Fran. Mar. Holla Barnardo Bar. Say what is Horatio there Hor. A peece of him Bar. Welcome Horatio welcome good Marcellus Mar. What ha's this thing appear'd againe to night Bar. I haue seene nothing Mar. Horatio saies 't is but our Fantasie And will not let beleefe take hold of him Touching this dreaded sight twice seene of vs Therefore I haue intreated him along With vs to watch the minutes of this Night That if againe this Apparition come He may approue our eyes and speake to it Hor. Tush tush 't will not appeare Bar. Sit downe a-while And let vs once againe assaile your eares That are so fortified against our Story What we two Nights haue seene Hor. Well sit we downe And let vs heare Barnardo speake of this Barn Last night of all When yond same Starre that 's Westward from the Pole Had made his course t' illume that part of Heauen Where now it burnes Marcellus and my selfe The Bell then beating one Mar. Peace breake thee of Enter the Ghost Looke where it comes againe Barn In the same figure like the King that 's dead Mar. Thou art a Scholler speake to it Horatio Barn Lookes it not like the King Marke it Horatio Hora. Most like It harrowes me with fear wonder Barn It would be spoke too Mar. Question it Horatio Hor. What art thou that vsurp'st this time of night Together with that Faire and Warlike forme In which the Maiesty of buried Denmarke Did sometimes march By Heauen I charge thee speake Mar. It is offended Barn See it stalkes away Hor. Stay speake speake I Charge thee speake Exit the Ghost Mar. 'T is gone and will not answer Barn How now Horatio You tremble look pale Is not this something more then Fantasie What thinke you on 't Hor. Before my God I might not this beleeue Without the sensible and true auouch Of mine owne eyes Mar. Is it not like the King Hor. As thou art to thy selfe Such was the very Armour he had on When th' Ambitious Norwey combatted So frown'd he once when in an angry parle He smot the sledded Pollax on the Ice 'T is strange Mar. Thus twice before and iust at this dead houre With Martiall stalke hath he gone by our Watch. Hor. In what particular thought to work I know not But in the grosse and scope of my Opinion This boades some strange erruption to our State Mar. Good now sit downe tell me he that knowes Why this same strict and most obseruant Watch So nightly toyles the subiect of the Land And why such dayly Cast of Brazon Cannon And Forraigne Mart for Implements of warre Why such impresse of Ship-wrights whose sore Taske Do's not diuide the Sunday from the weeke What might be toward that this sweaty hast Doth make the Night ioynt-Labourer with the day Who is' t that can informe me Hor. That can I At least the whisper goes so Our last King Whose Image euen but now appear'd to vs Was as you know by Fortinbras of Norway Thereto prick'd on by a most emulate Pride Dar'd to the Combate In which our Valiant Hamlet For so this side of our knowne world esteem'd him Did slay this
with all Formes Moods shewes of Griefe That can denote me truly These indeed Seeme For they are actions that a man might play But I haue that Within which passeth show These but the Trappings and the Suites of woe King 'T is sweet and commendable In your Nature Hamlet To giue these mourning duties to your Father But you must know your Father lost a Father That Father lost lost his and the Suruiuer bound In filiall Obligation for some terme To do obsequious Sorrow But to perseuer In obstinate Condolement is a course Of impious stubbornnesse 'T is vnmanly greefe It shewes a will most incorrect to Heauen A Heart vnfortified a Minde impatient An Vnderstanding simple and vnschool'd For what we know must be and is as common As any the most vulgar thing to sence Why should we in our peeuish Opposition Take it to heart Fye 't is a fault to Heauen A fault against the Dead a fault to Nature To Reason most absurd whose common Theame Is death of Fathers and who still hath cried From the first Coarse till he that dyed to day This must be so We pray you throw to earth This vnpreuayling woe and thinke of vs As of a Father For let the world take note You are the most immediate to our Throne And with no lesse Nobility of Loue Then that which deerest Father beares his Sonne Do I impart towards you For your intent In going backe to Schoole in Wittenberg It is most retrograde to our desire And we beseech you bend you to remaine Heere in the cheere and comfort of our eye Our cheefest Courtier Cosin and our Sonne Qu. Let not thy Mother lose her Prayers Hamlet I prythee stay with vs go not to Wittenberg Ham. I shall in all my best Obey you Madam King Why 't is a louing and a faire Reply Be as our selfe in Denmarke Madam come This gentle and vnforc'd accord of Hamlet Sits smiling to my heart in grace whereof No iocond health that Denmarke drinkes to day But the great Cannon to the Clowds shall tell And the Kings Rouce the Heauens shall bruite againe Respeaking earthly Thunder Come away Exeunt Manet Hamlet Ham. Oh that this too too solid Flesh would melt Thaw and resolue it selfe into a Dew Or that the Euerlasting had not fixt His Cannon ' gainst Selfe-slaughter O God O God! How weary stale flat and vnprofitable Seemes to me all the vses of this world Fie on 't Oh fie fie 't is an vnweeded Garden That growes to Seed Things rank and grosse in Nature Possesse it meerely That it should come to this But two months dead Nay not so much not two So excellent a King that was to this Hiperion to a Satyre so louing to my Mother That he might not beteene the windes of heauen Visit her face too roughly Heauen and Earth Must I remember why she would hang on him As if encrease of Appetite had growne By what it fed on and yet within a month Let me not thinke on 't Frailty thy name is woman A little Month or ere those shooes were old With which she followed my poore Fathers body Like Niobe all teares Why she euen she O Heauen A beast that wants discourse of Reason Would haue mourn'd longer married with mine Vnkle My Fathers Brother but no more like my Father Then I to Hercules Within a Moneth Ere yet the salt of most vnrighteous Teares Had left the flushing of her gauled eyes She married O most wicked speed to post With such dexterity to Incestuous sheets It is not nor it cannot come to good But breake my heart for I must hold my tongue Enter Horatio Barnard and Marcellus Hor. Haile to your Lordship Ham. I am glad to see you well Horatio or I do forget my selfe Hor. The same my Lord And your poore Seruant euer Ham. Sir my good friend I le change that name with you And what make you from Wittenberg Horatio Marcellus Mar. My good Lord. Ham. I am very glad to see you good euen Sir But what in faith make you from Wittemberge Hor. A truant disposition good my Lord. Ham. I would not haue your Enemy say so Nor shall you doe mine eare that violence To make it truster of your owne report Against your selfe I know you are no Truant But what is your affaire in Elsenour Wee 'l teach you to drinke deepe ere you depart Hor. My Lord I came to see your Fathers Funerall Ham. I pray thee doe not mock me fellow Student I thinke it was to see my Mothers-Wedding Hor. Indeed my Lord it followed hard vpon Ham. Thrift thrift Horatio the Funerall Bakt-meats Did coldly furnish forth the Marriage Tables Would I had met my dearest foe in heauen Ere I had euer seene that day Horatio My father me thinkes I see my father Hor. Oh where my Lord Ham. In my minds eye Horatio Hor. I saw him once he was a goodly King Ham. He was a man take him for all in all I shall not look vpon his like againe Hor. My Lord I thinke I saw him yesternight Ham. Saw Who Hor. My Lord the King your Father Ham. The King my Father Hor. Season your admiration for a while With an attent eare till I may deliuer Vpon the witnesse of these Gentlemen This maruell to you Ham. For Heauens loue let me heare Hor. Two nights together had these Gentlemen Marcellus and Barnardo on their Watch In the dead wast and middle of the night Beene thus encountred A figure like your Father Arm'd at all points exactly Cap a Pe Appeares before them and with sollemne march Goes slow and stately By them thrice he walkt By their opprest and feare-surprized eyes Within his Truncheons length whilst they bestil'd Almost to Ielly with the Act of feare Stand dumbe and speake not to him This to me In dreadfull secrecie impart they did And I with them the third Night kept the Watch Whereas they had deliuer'd both in time Forme of the thing each word made true and good The Apparition comes I knew your Father These hands are not more like Ham. But where was this Mar. My Lord vpon the platforme where we watcht Ham. Did you not speake to it Hor. My Lord I did But answere made it none yet once me thought It lifted vp it head and did addresse It selfe to motion like as it would speake But euen then the Morning Cocke crew lowd And at the sound it shrunke in hast away And vanisht from our sight Ham. T is very strange Hor. As I doe liue my honourd Lord 't is true And we did thinke it writ downe in our duty To let you know of it Ham. Indeed indeed Sirs but this troubles me Hold you the watch to Night Both. We doe my Lord. Ham. Arm'd say you Both. Arm'd my Lord. Ham. From top to toe Both. My Lord from head to foote Ham. Then saw you not his face Hor. O yes my Lord he wore his Beauer vp Ham. What lookt he frowningly Hor. A
countenance more in sorrow then in anger Ham. Pale or red Hor. Nay very pale Ham. And fixt his eyes vpon you Hor. Most constantly Ham. I would I had beene there Hor. It would haue much amaz'd you Ham. Very like very like staid it long Hor. While one with moderate hast might tell a hundred All. Longer longer Hor. Not when I saw 't Ham. His Beard was grisly no. Hor. It was as I haue seene it in his life A Sable Siluer'd Ham. I le watch to Night perchance 't will wake againe Hor. I warrant you it will Ham. If it assume my noble Fathers person I le speake to it though Hell it selfe should gape And bid me hold my peace I pray you all If you haue hitherto conceald this sight Let it bee treble in your silence still And whatsoeuer els shall hap to night Giue it an vnderstanding but no tongue I will requite your loues so fare ye well Vpon the Platforme twixt eleuen and twelue I le visit you All. Our duty to your Honour Exeunt Ham. Your loue as mine to you farewell My Fathers Spirit in Armes All is not well I doubt some foule play would the Night were come Till then sit still my soule foule deeds will rise Though all the earth orewhelm them to mens eies Exit Scena Tertia Enter Laertes and Ophelia Laer. My necessaries are imbark't Farewell And Sister as the Winds giue Benefit And Conuoy is assistant doe not sleepe But let me heare from you Ophel Doe you doubt that Laer. For Hamlet and the trifling of his fauours Hold it a fashion and a toy in Bloud A Violet in the youth of Primy Nature Froward not permanent sweet not lasting The suppliance of a minute No more Ophel No more but so Laer. Thinke it no more For nature cressant does not grow alone In thewes and Bulke but as his Temple waxes The inward seruice of the Minde and Soule Growes wide withall Perhaps he loues you now And now no soyle nor cautell doth besmerch The vertue of his feare but you must feare His greatnesse weigh'd his will is not his owne For hee himselfe is subiect to his Birth Hee may not as vnuallued persons doe Carue for himselfe for on his choyce depends The sanctity and health of the weole State And therefore must his choyce be circumscrib'd Vnto the voyce and yeelding of that Body Whereof he is the Head Then if he sayes he loues you It fits your wisedome so farre to beleeue it As he in his peculiar Sect and force May giue his saying deed which is no further Then the maine voyce of Denmarke goes withall Then weigh what losse your Honour may sustaine If with too credent eare you list his Songs Or lose your Heart or your chast Treasure open To his vnmastred importunity Feare it Ophelia feare it my deare Sister And keepe within the reare of your Affection Out of the shot and danger of Desire The chariest Maid is Prodigall enough If she vnmaske her beauty to the Moone Vertue it selfe scapes not calumnious stroakes The Canker Galls the Infants of the Spring Too oft before the buttons be disclos'd And in the Morne and liquid dew of Youth Contagious blastments are most imminent Be wary then best safety lies in feare Youth to it selfe rebels though none else neere Ophe. I shall th' effect of this good Lesson keepe As watchmen to my heart but good my Brother Doe not as some vngracious Pastors doe Shew me the steepe and thorny way to Heauen Whilst like a puft and recklesse Libertine Himselfe the Primrose path of dalliance treads And reaks not his owne reade Laer. Oh feare me not Enter Polonius I stay too long but here my Father comes A double blessing is a double grace Occasion smiles vpon a second leaue Polon Yet heere Laertes Aboord aboord for shame The winde sits in the shoulder of your saile And you are staid for there my blessing with you And these few Precepts in thy memory See thou Character Giue thy thoughts no tongue Nor any vnproportion'd thought his Act Be thou familiar but by no meanes vulgar The friends thou hast and their adoption tride Grapple them to thy Soule with hoopes of Steele But doe not dull thy palme with entertainment Of each vnhatch't vnfledg'd Comrade Beware Of entrance to a quarrell but being in Bear 't that th' opposed may beware of thee Giue euery man thine eare but few thy voyce Take each mans censure but reserue thy iudgement Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy But not exprest in fancie rich not gawdies For the Apparell oft proclaimes the man And they in France of the best ranck and station Are of a most select and generous cheff in that Neither a borrower nor a lender be For lone oft loses both it selfe and friend And borrowing duls the edge of Husbandry This aboue all to thine owne selfe be true And it must follow as the Night the Day Thou canst not then be false to any man Farewell my Blessing season this in thee Laer. Most humbly doe I take my leaue my Lord. Polon The time inuites you goe your seruants tend Laer. Farewell Ophelia and remember well What I haue said to you Ophe. T is in my memory lockt And you your selfe shall keepe the key of it Laer. Farewell Exit Laer. Polon What i st Ophelia he hath said to you Ophe. So please you somthing touching the L. Hamlet Polon Marry well bethought T is told me he hath very oft of late Giuen priuate time to you and you your selfe Haue of your audience beene most free and bounteous If it be so as so t is put on me And that in way of caution I must tell you You doe not vnderstand your selfe so cleerely As it behoues my Daughter and your Honour What is betweene you giue me vp the truth Ophe. He hath my Lord of late made many tenders Of his affection to me Polon Affection puh You speake like a greene Girle Vnsifted in such perillous Circumstance Doe you beleeue his tenders as you call them Ophe. I do not know my Lord what I should thinke Polon Marry I le teach you thinke your selfe a Baby That you haue tane his tenders for true pay Which are not starling Tender your selfe more dearly Or not to crack the winde of the poore Phrase Roaming it thus you 'l tender me a foole Ophe. My Lord he hath importun'd me with loue In honourable fashion Polon I fashion you may call it go too go too Ophe. And hath giuen countenance to his speech My Lord with all the vowes of Heauen Polon I Springes to catch Woodcocks I doe know When the Bloud burnes how Prodigall the Soule Giues the tongue vowes these blazes Daughter Giuing more light then heate extinct in both Euen in their promise as it is a making You must not take for fire For this time Daughter Be somewhat scanter of your Maiden presence Set your entreatments at a higher rate Then a command to
Bodkin Who would these Fardles beare To grunt and sweat vnder a weary life But that the dread of something after death The vndiscouered Countrey from whose Borne No Traueller returnes Puzels the will And makes vs rather beare those illes we haue Then flye to others that we know not of Thus Conscience does make Cowards of vs all And thus the Natiue hew of Resolution Is sicklied o're with the pale cast of Thought And enterprizes of great pith and moment With this regard their Currants turne away And loose the name of Action Soft you now The faire Ophelia Nimph in thy Orizons Be all my sinnes remembred Ophe. Good my Lord How does your Honor for this many a day Ham. I humbly thanke you well well well Ophe. My Lord I haue Remembrances of yours That I haue longed long to re-deliuer I pray you now receiue them Ham. No no I neuer gaue you ought Ophe. My honor'd Lord I know right well you did And with them words of so sweet breath compos'd As made the things more rich then perfume left Take these againe for to the Noble minde Rich gifts wax poore when giuers proue vnkinde There my Lord. Ham. Ha ha Are you honest Ophe. My Lord. Ham. Are you faire Ophe. What meanes your Lordship Ham. That if you be honest and faire your Honesty should admit no discourse to your Beautie Ophe. Could Beautie my Lord haue better Comerce then your Honestie Ham. I trulie for the power of Beautie will sooner transforme Honestie from what it is to a Bawd then the force of Honestie can translate Beautie into his likenesse This was sometime a Paradox but now the time giues it proofe I did loue you once Ophe. Indeed my Lord you made me beleeue so Ham. You should not haue beleeued me For vertue cannot so innocculate our old stocke but we shall-rellish of it I loued you not Ophe. I was the more deceiued Ham. Get thee to a Nunnerie Why would'st thou be a breeder of Sinners I am my selfe indifferent honest but yet I could accuse me of such things that it were better my Mother had not borne me I am very prowd reuengefull Ambitious with more offences at my becke then I haue thoughts to put them in imagination to giue them shape or time to acte them in What should such Fellowes as I do crawling betweene Heauen and Earth We are arrant Knaues all beleeue none of vs. Goe thy wayes to a Nunnery Where 's your Father Ophe. At home my Lord. Ham. Let the doores be shut vpon him that he may play the Foole no way but in 's owne house Farewell Ophe. O helpe him you sweet Heauens Ham. If thou doest Marry I le giue thee this Plague for thy Dowrie Be thou as chast as Ice as pure as Snow thou shalt not escape Calumny Get thee to a Nunnery Go Farewell Or if thou wilt needs Marry marry a fool for Wise men know well enough what monsters you make of them To a Nunnery go and quickly too Farwell Ophe. O heauenly Powers restore him Ham. I haue heard of your pratlings too wel enough God has giuen you one pace and you make your selfe another you gidge you amble and you lispe and nickname Gods creatures and make your Wantonnesse your Ignorance Go too I le no more on 't it hath made me mad I say we will haue no more Marriages Those that are married already all but one shall liue the rest shall keep as they are To a Nunnery go Exit Hamlet Ophe. O what a Noble minde is heere o're-throwne The Courtiers Soldiers Schollers Eye tongue sword Th' expectansie and Rose of the faire State The glasse of Fashion and the mould of Forme Th' obseru'd of all Obseruers quite quite downe Haue I of Ladies most deiect and wretched That suck'd the Honie of his Musicke Vowes Now see that Noble and most Soueraigne Reason Like sweet Bels â—angled out of tune and harsh That vnmatch'd Forme and Feature of blowne youth Blasted with extasie Oh woe is me T' haue seene what I haue seene see what I see Enter King and Polonius King Loue His affections do not that way tend Nor what he spake though it lack'd Forme a little Was not like Madnesse There 's something in his soule O're which his Melancholly sits on brood And I do doubt the hatch and the disclose Will be some danger which to preuent I haue in quicke determination Thus set it downe He shall with speed to England For the demand of our neglected Tribute Haply the Seas and Countries different With variable Obiects shall expell This something setled matter in his heart Whereon his Braines still beating puts him thus From fashion of himselfe What thinke you on 't Pol. It shall do well But yet do I beleeue The Origin and Commencement of this greefe Sprung from neglected loue How now Ophelia You neede not tell vs what Lord Hamlet saide We heard it all My Lord do as you please But if you hold it fit after the Play Let his Queene Mother all alone intreat him To shew his Greefes let her be round with him And I le be plac'd so please you in the eare Of all their Conference If she finde him not To England send him Or confine him where Your wisedome best shall thinke King It shall be so Madnesse in great Ones must not vnwatch'd go Exeunt Enter Hamlet and two or three of the Players Ham. Speake the Speech I pray you as I pronounc'd it to you trippingly on the Tongue But if you mouth it as many of your Players do I had as liue the Town-Cryer had spoke my Lines Nor do not saw the Ayre too much your hand thus but vse all gently for in the verie Torrent Tempest and as I may say the Whirle-winde of Passion you must acquire and beget a Temperance that may giue it Smoothnesse O it offends mee to the Soule to see a robustious Pery-wig-pated Fellow teare a Passion to tatters to verie ragges to split the eares of the Groundlings who for the most part are capeable of nothing but inexplicable dumbe shewes noise I could haue such a Fellow whipt for o're-doing Termagant it out Herod's Herod Pray you auoid it Player I warrant your Honor. Ham. Be not too tame neyther but let your owne Discretion be your Tutor Sute the Action to the Word the Word to the Action with this speciall obseruance That you ore-stop not the modestie of Nature for any thing so ouer-done is froÌ„ the purpose of Playing whose end both at the first and now was and is to hold as 't wer the Mirrour vp to Nature to shew Vertue her owne Feature Scorne her owne Image and the verie Age and Bodie of the Time his forme and pressure Now this ouer-done or come tardie off though it make the vnskilfull laugh cannot but make the Iudicious greeue The censure of the which One must in your allowance o're-way a whole Theater of Others Oh there bee Players that I haue seene
Creature she might lye by an Emperours side and command him Taskes Iago Nay that 's not your way Othe Hang her I do but say what she is so delicate with her Needle an admirable Musitian Oh she will sing the Sauagenesse out of a Beare of so high and plenteous wit and inuention Iago She 's the worse for all this Othe Oh a thousand a thousand times And theâ— of so gentle a condition Iago I too gentle Othe Nay that 's certaine But yet the pitty of it Iago oh Iago the pitty of it Iago Iago If you are so fond ouer her iniquitie giue her pattent to offend for if it touch not you it comes neere no body Oth. I will chop her into Messes Cuckold me Iago Oh 't is foule in her Oth. With mine Officer Iago That 's fouler Othe Get me some poyson Iago this night I le not expostulate with her least her body and beautie vnprouide my mind againe this night Iago Iago Do it not with poyson strangle her in her bed Euen the bed she hath contaminated Oth. Good good The Iustice of it pleases very good Iago And for Cassio let me be his vndertaker You shall heare more by midnight Enter Lodouico Desdemona and Attendants Othe Excellent good What Trumpet is that same Iago I warrant something from Venice 'T is Lodouico this comes from the Duke See your wife 's with him Lodo. Saue you worthy Generall Othe With all my heart Sir Lod. The Duke and the Senators of Venice greet you Othe I kisse the Instrument of their pleasures Des And what 's the newes good cozen Lodouico Iago I am very glad to see you Signior Welcome to Cyprus Lod. I thanke you how do's Lieutenant Cassio Iago Liues Sir Des Cozen there 's falne betweene him my Lord An vnkind breach but you shall make all well Othe Are you sure of that Des My Lord Othe This faile you not to do as you will Lod. He did not call he 's busie in the paper Is there deuision 'twixt my Lord and Cassio Des A most vnhappy one I would do much T' attone them for the loue I beare to Cassio Oth. Fire and brimestone Des My Lord. Oth. Are you wise Des What is he angrie Lod. May be th Letter mou'd him For as I thinke they do command him home Deputing Cassio in his Gouernment Des Trust me I am glad on 't Othe Indeed Des My Lord Othe I am glad to see you mad Des Why sweete Othello Othe Diuell Des I haue not deseru'd this Lod. My Lord this would not be beleeu'd in Venice Though I should sweare I saw 't 'T is very much Make her amends she weepes Othe Oh diuell diuell If that the Earth could teeme with womans teares Each drop she falls would proue a Crocodile Out of my sight Des I will not stay to offend you Lod. Truely obedient Lady I do beseech your Lordship call her backe Othe Mistris Des My Lord. Othe What would you with her Sir Lod. Who I my Lord Othe I you did wish that I would make her turne Sir she can turne and turne and yet go on And turne againe And she can weepe Sir weepe And she 's obedient as you say obedient Very obedient proceed you in your teares Concerning this Sir oh well-painted passion I am commanded home get you away I le send for you anon Sir I obey the Mandate And will returne to Venice Hence auaunt Cassio shall haue my Place And Sir to night I do entreat that we may sup together You are welcome Sir to Cyprus Goates and Monkeys Exit Lod. Is this the Noble Moore whom our full Senate Call all in all sufficient Is this the Nature Whom Passion could not shake Whose solid vertue The shot of Accident nor dart of Chance Could neither graze nor pierce Iago He is much chang'd Lod. Are his wits safe Is he not light of Braine Iago He 's that he is I may not breath my censure What he might be if what he might he is not I would to heauen he were Lod. What Strike his wife Iago 'Faith that was not so well yet would I knew That stroke would proue the worst Lod. Is it his vse Or did the Letters worke vpon his blood And new create his fault Iago Alas alas It is not honestie in me to speake What I haue seene and knowne You shall obserue him And his owne courses will deonte him so That I may saue my speech do but go after And marke how he continues Lod. I am sorry that I am deceiu'd in him Exeunt Scena Secunda Enter Othello and Aemilia Othe You haue seene nothing then Aemil. Nor euer heard nor euer did suspect Othe Yes you haue seene Cassio and she together Aemi. But then I saw no harme and then I heard Each syllable that breath made vp betweene them Othe What Did they neuer whisper Aemil. Neuer my Lord. Othe Nor send you out o' th' way Aemil. Neuer Othe To fetch her Fan her Gloues her Mask nor nothing Aemil. Neuer my Lord. Othe That 's strange Aemil. I durst my Lord to wager she is honest Lay downe my Soule at stake If you thinke other Remoue your thought It doth abuse your bosome If any wretch haue put this in your head Let Heauen requit it with the Serpents curse For if she be not honest chaste and true There 's no man happy The purest of their Wiues Is foule as Slander Othe Bid her come hither go Exit Aemilia She saies enough yet she 's a simple Baud That cannot say as much This is a subtile Whore A Closset Locke and Key of Villanous Secrets And yet she 'le kneele and pray I haue seene her do 't Enter Desdemona and Aemilia Des My Lord what is your will Othe Pray you Chucke come hither Des What is your pleasure Oth. Let me see your eyes looke in my face Des What horrible Fancie's this Othe Some of your Function Mistris Leaue Procreants alone and shut the doore Cough or cry hem if any body come Your Mystery your Mystery May dispatch Exit Aemi Des Vpon my knee what doth your speech import I vnderstand a Fury in your words Othe Why What art thou Des Your wife my Lord your true and loyall wife Othello Come sweare it damne thy selfe least being like one of Heauen the diuells themselues should feare to ceaze thee Therefore be double damn'd sweare thou art honest Des Heauen doth truely know it Othe Heauen truely knowes that thou art false as hell Des To whom my Lord With whom How am I false Othe Ah Desdemon away away away Des Alas the heauy day why do you weepe Am I the motiue of these teares my Lord If happely you my Father do suspect An Instrument of this your calling backe Lay not your blame on me if you haue lost him I haue lost him too Othe Hadâ—t pleas'd Heauen To try me with Affliction had they rain'd All kind of Sores and Shames on
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
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
slackely guarded and the search so slow That could not trace them 1 Howsoere 't is strange Or that the negligence may well be laugh'd at Yet is it true Sir 2 I do well beleeue you 1 We must forbeare Heere comes the Gentleman The Queene and Princesse Exeunt Scena Secunda Enter the Queene Posthumus and Imogen Qu. No be assur'd you shall not finde me Daughter After the slander of most Step-Mothers Euill-ey'd vnto you You 're my Prisoner but Your Gaoler shall deliuer you the keyes That locke vp your restraint For you Posthumus So soone as I can win th' offended King I will be knowne your Aduocate marry yet The fire of Rage is in him and 't were good You lean'd vnto his Sentence with what patience Your wisedome may informe you Post ' Please your Highnesse I will from hence to day Qu. You know the perill I le fetch a turne about the Garden pittying The pangs of barr'd Affections though the King Hath charg'd you should not speake together Exit Imo. O dissembling Curtesie How fine this Tyrant Can tickle where she wounds My deerest Husband I something feare my Fathers wrath but nothing Alwayes reseru'd my holy duty what His rage can do on me You must be gone And I shall heere abide the hourely shot Of angry eyes not comforted to liue But that there is this Iewell in the world That I may see againe Post My Queene my Mistris O Lady weepe no more least I giue cause To be suspected of more tendernesse Then doth become a man I will remaine The loyall'st husband that did ere plight troth My residence in Rome at one Filorio's Who to my Father was a Friend to me Knowne but by Letter thither write my Queene And with mine eyes I le drinke the words you send Though Inke be made of Gall. Enter Queene Qu. Be briefe I pray you If the King come I shall incurre I know not How much of his displeasure yet I le moue him To walke this way I neuer do him wrong But he do's buy my Iniuries to be Friends Payes deere for my offences Post Should we be taking leaue As long a terme as yet we haue to liue The loathnesse to depart would grow Adieu Imo. Nay stay a little Were you but riding forth to ayre your selfe Such parting were too petty Looke heere Loue This Diamond was my Mothers take it Heart But keepe it till you woo another Wife When Imogen is dead Post How how Another You gentle Gods giue me but this I haue And seare vp my embracements from a next With bonds of death Remaine remaine thou heere While sense can keepe it on And sweetest fairest As I my poore selfe did exchange for you To your so infinite losse so in our trifles I still winne of you For my sake weare this It is a Manacle of Loue I le place it Vpon this fayrest Prisoner Imo. O the Gods When shall we see againe Enter Cymbeline and Lords Post Alacke the King Cym. Thou basest thing auoyd hence from my sight If after this command thou fraught the Court With thy vnworthinesse thou dyest Away Thou' rt poyson to my blood Post The Gods protect you And blesse the good Remainders of the Court I am gone Exit Imo. There cannot be a pinch in death More sharpe then this is Cym. O disloyall thing That should'st repayre my youth thou heap'st A yeares age on meâ— Imo. I beseech you Sir Harme not your selfe with your vexation I am senselesse of your Wrath a Touch more rare Subdues all pangs all feares Cym. Past Grace Obedience Imo. Past hope and in dispaire that way past Grace Cym. That might'st haue had The sole Sonne of my Queene Imo. O blessed that I might not I chose an Eagle And did auoyd a Puttocke Cym. Thou took'st a Begger would'st haue made my Throne a Seate for basenesse Imo. No I rather added a lustre to it Cym. O thou vilde one Imo. Sir It is your fault that I haue lou'd Posthumus You bred him as my Play-fellow and he is A man worth any woman Ouer-buyes mee Almost the summe he payes Cym. What art thou mad Imo. Almost Sir Heauen restore me would I were A Neat-heards Daughter and my Leonatus Our Neighbour-Shepheards Sonne Enter Queene Cym. Thou foolish thing They were againe together you haue done Not after our command Away with her And pen her vp Qu. Beseech your patience Peace Deere Lady daughter peace Sweet Soueraigne Leaue vs to our selues and make your self some comfort Out of your best aduice Cym. Nay let her languish A drop of blood a day and being aged Dye of this Folly Exit Enter Pisanio Qu. Fye you must giue way Heere is your Seruant How now Sir What newes Pisa My Lord your Sonne drew on my Master Qu. Hah No harme I trust is done Pisa There might haue beene But that my Master rather plaid then fought And had no helpe of Anger they were parted By Gentlemen at hand Qu. I am very glad on 't Imo. Your Son 's my Fathers friend he takes his part To draw vpon an Exile O braue Sir I would they were in Affricke both together My selfe by with a Needle that I might pricke The goer backe Why came you from your Master Pisa On his command he would not suffer mee To bring him to the Hauen left these Notes Of what commands I should be subiect too When 't pleas'd you to employ me Qu. This hath beene Your faithfull Seruant I dare lay mine Honour He will remaine so Pisa I humbly thanke your Highnesse Qu. Pray walke a-while Imo. About some halfe houre hence Pray you speake with me You shall at least go see my Lord aboord For this time leaue me Exeunt Scena Tertia Enter Clotten and two Lords 1. Sir I would aduise you to shift a Shirt the Violence of Action hath made you reek as a Sacrifice where ayre comes out ayre comes in There 's none abroad so wholesome as that you vent Clot. If my Shirt were bloody then to shift it Haue I hurt him 2 No faith not so much as his patience 1 Hurt him His bodie 's a passable Carkasse if he bee not hurt It is a through-fare for Steele if it be not hurt 2 His Steele was in debt it went o' th' Backe-side the Towne Clot. The Villaine would not stand me 2 No but he fled forward still toward your face 1 Stand you you haue Land enough of your owne But he added to your hauing gaue you some ground 2 As many Inches as you haue Oceans Puppies Clot. I would they had not come betweene vs. 2 So would I till you had measur'd how long a Foole you were vpon the ground Clot. And that shee should loue this Fellow and refuse mee 2 If it be a sin to make a true election she is damn'd 1 Sir as I told you alwayes her Beauty her Braine go not together Shee 's a good signe but I haue seene small reflection of her wit 2
by foure o' th' clock I prythee call me Sleepe hath ceiz'd me wholly To your protection I commend me Gods From Fayâ—ies and the Tempters of the night Guard me beseech yee Sleepes Iachimo from the Trunke Iach. The Crickets sing and mans ore-labor'd sense Repaires it selfe by rest Our Tarquine thus Did softly presse the Rushes ere he waken'd The Chastitie he wounded Cytherea How brauely thou becom'st thy Bed fresh Lilly And whiter then the Sheetes that I might touch But kisse one kisse Rubies vnparagon'd How deerely they doo 't 'T is her breathing that Perfumes the Chamber thus the Flame o' th' Taper Bowes toward her and would vnder-peepe her lids To see th' inclosed Lights now Canopied Vnder these windowes White and Azure lac'd With Blew of Heauens owne tinct But my designe To note the Chamber I will write all downe Such and such pictures There the window such Th' adronement of her Bed the Arras Figures Why such and such and the Contents o' th' Story Ah but some naturall notes about her Body Aboue ten thousand meaner Moueables Would testifie t' enrich mine Inuentorie O sleepe thou Ape of death lye dull vpon her And be her Sense but as a Monument Thus in a Chappell lying Come off come off As slippery as the Gordian-knot was hard 'T is mine and this will witnesse outwardly As strongly as the Conscience do's within To ' th' madding of her Lord. On her left brest Amole Cinque-spotted Like the Crimson drops I' th' bottome of a Cowslippe Heere 's a Voucher Stronger then euer Law could make this Secret Will force him thinke I haue pick'd the lock and t'ane The treasure of her Honour No more to what end Why should I write this downe that 's riuete Screw'd to my memorie She hath bin reading late The Tale of Tereus heere the leaffe's turn'd downe Where Philomele gaue vp I haue enough To ' th' Truncke againe and shut the spring of it Swift swift you Dragons of the night that dawning May beare the Rauens eye I lodge in feare Though this a heauenly Angell hell is heere Clocke strikes One two three time time Exit Scena Tertia Enter Clotten and Lords 1. Your Lordship is the most patient man in losse the most coldest that euer turn'd vp Ace Clot. It would make any man cold to loose 1. But not euery man patient after the noble temper of your Lordship You are most hot and furious when you winne Clot Winning will put any man into courage if I could get this foolish Imogen I should haue Gold enough it 's almost morning is' t not 1 Day my Lord. Clot. I would this Musicke would come I am aduised to giue her Musicke a mornings they say it will penetrate Enter Musitians Come on tune If you can penetrate her with your fingering so wee 'l try with tongue too if none will do let her remaine but I le neuer giue o're First a very excellent good conceyted thingâ— after a wonderful sweet aire with admirable rich words to it and then let her consider SONG Hearke hearke the Larke at Heauens gate sings and Phoebus gins arise His Steeds to water at those Springs on chalic'd Flowres that lyes And winking Mary-buds begin to ope their Golden eyes With euery thing that pretty is my Lady sweet arise Arise arise So get you gone if this penâ—trate I will consider your Musicke the better if it do not it is a voyce in her eares which Horse-haires and Calues-guts nor the voyce of vnpaued Eunuch to boot can neuer amed Enter Cymbaline and Queene 2 Heere comes the King Clot. I am glad I was vp so late for that 's the reason I was vp so earely he cannot choose but take this Seruice I haue done fatherly Good morrow to your Maiesty and to my gracious Mother Cym. Attend you here the doore of our stern daughter Will she not forth Clot. I haue assayl'd her with Musickes but she vouchsafes no notice Cym. The Exile of her Minion is too new She hath not yet forgot him some more time Must weare the print of his remembrance on 't And then she 's yours Qu. You are most bound to ' th' King Who let 's go by no vantages that may Preferre you to his daughter Frame your selfe To orderly solicity and be friended With aptnesse of the season make denials Encrease your Seruices so seeme as if You were inspir'd to do those duties which You tender to her that you in all obey her Saue when command to your dismission tends And therein you are senselesse Clot. Senselesse Not so Mes So like you Sir Ambassadors from Rome The one is Caius Lucius Cym. A worthy Fellow Albeit he comes on angry purpose now But that 's no fault of his we must receyue him According to the Honor of his Sender And towards himselfe his goodnesse fore-spent on vs We must extend our notice Our deere Sonne When you haue giuen good morning to your Mistris Attend the Queene and vs we shall haue neede T' employ you towards this Romane Come our Queene Exeunt Clot. If she be vp I le speake with her if not Let her lye still and dreame by your leaue hoa I know her women are about her what If I do line one of their handâ— 't is Gold Which buyes admittance oft it doth yea and makes Diana's Rangers false themselues yeeld vp Their Deere to ' th' stand o' th' Stealer and 't is Gold Which makes the True-man kill'd and saues the Theefe Nay sometime hangs both Theefe and True-man what Can it not do and vndoo I will make One of her women Lawyer to me for I yet not vnderstand the case my selfe By your leaue Knockes Enter a Lady La. Who 's there that knockes Clot. A Gentleman La. No more Clot. Yes and a Gentlewomans Sonne La. That 's more Then some whose Taylors are as deere as yours Can iustly boast of what 's your Lordships pleasure Clot. Your Ladies person is she ready La. I to keepe her Chamber Clot. There is Gold for you Sell me your good report La. How my good name or to report of you What I shall thinke is good The Princesse Enter Imogen Clot. Good morrow fairest Sister your sweet hand Imo. Good morrow Sir you lay out too much paines For purchasing but trouble the thankes I giue Is telling you that I am poore of thankes And scarse can spare them Clot. Still I sweare â— loue you Imo. If you but said so 't were as deepe with me If you sweare still your recompence is still That I regard it not Clot. This is no answer Imo. But that you shall not say I yeeld being silent I would not speake I pray you spare me 'faith I shall vnfold equall discourtesie To your best kindnesse one of your great knowing Should learne being taught forbearance Clot. To leaue you in your madnesse 't were my sin I will not Imo. Fooles are not mad Folkes Clot. Do you call me Foole Imo. As I am mad I
vs with a Blanket or put the Moon in his pocket we will pay him Tribute for light else Sir no more Tribute pray you now Cym. You must know Till the iniurious Romans did extort This Tribute from vs we were free Caesars Ambition Which swell'd so much that it did almost stretch The sides o' th' World against all colour heere Did put the yoake vpon 's which to shake off Becomes a warlike people whom we reckon Our selues to be we do Say then to Caesar Our Ancestor was that Mulmutius which Ordain'd our Lawes whose vse the Sword of Caesar Hath too much mangled whose repayre and franchise Shall by the power we hold be our good deed Tho Rome be therfore angry Mulmutius made our lawes Who was the first of Britaine which did put His browes within a golden Crowne and call'd Himselfe a King Luc. I am sorry Cymbeline That I am to pronounce Augustus Caesar Caesar that hath moe Kings his Seruants then Thy selfe Domesticke Officers thine Enemy Receyue it from me then Warre and Confusion In Caesars name pronounce I ' gainst thee Looke For fury not to be resisted Thus defide I thanke thee for my selfe Cym. Thou art welcome Caius Thy Caesar Knighted me my youth I spent Much vnder him of him I gather'd Honour Which he to seeke of me againe perforce Behooues me keepe at vtterance I am perfect That the Pannonians and Dalmatians for Their Liberties are now in Armes a President Which not to reade would shew the Britaines cold So Caesar shall not finde them Luc. Let proofe speake Clot. His Maiesty biddes you welcome Make pastime with vs a day or two or longer if you seek vs afterwards in other tearmes you shall finde vs in our Salt-water-Girdle if you beate vs out of it it is yours if you fall in the aduenture our Crowes shall fare the better for you and there 's an end Luc. So sir Cym. I know your Masters pleasure and he mine All the Remaine is welcome Exeunt Scena Secunda Enter Pisanio reading of a Letter Pis How of Adultery Wherefore write you not What Monsters her accuse Leonatus Oh Master what a strange infection Is falne into thy eare What false Italian As poysonous tongu'd as handed hath preuail'd On thy too ready hearing Disloyall No. She 's punish'd for her Truth and vndergoes More Goddesse-like then Wife-like such Assaults As would take in some Vertue Oh my Master Thy mind to her is now as lowe as were Thy Fortunes How That I should murther her Vpon the Loue and Truth and Vowes which I Haue made to thy command I her Her blood If it be so to go do od seruice neuer Let me be counted seruiceable How looke I That I should seeme to lacke humanity So much as this Fact comes to Doo 't The Letter That I haue sent her by her owne command Shall giue thee opportunitie Oh damn'd paper Blacke as the Incke that 's on thee senselesse bauble Art thou a Foedarie for this Act and look'st So Virgin-like without Loe her she comes Enter Imogen I am ignorant in what I am commanded Imo. How now Pisanio Pis Madam heere is a Letter from my Lord. Imo. Who thy Lord That is my Lord Leonatus Oh learn'd indeed were that Astronomer That knew the Starres as I his Characters Heel'd lay the Future open You good Gods Let what is heere contain'd rellish of Loue Of my Lords health of his content yet not That we two are asunder let that grieue him Some griefes are medcinable that is one of them For it doth physicke Loue of his content All but in that Good Wax thy leaue blest be You Bees that make these Lockes of counsaile Louers And men in dangerous Bondes pray not alike Though Forfeytours you cast in prison yet You claspe young Cupids Tables good Newes Gods IVstice and your Fathers wrath should he take me in his Dominion could not be so cruell to me as you oh the deerest of Creatures would euen renew me with your eyes Take notic◠〈◊〉 I am in Cambria at Milford-Hauen what your owne Loue will out of this aduise you follow So he wishes you all happinesse that remaines loyall to his Vow and your encreasing in Loue. Leonatus-Posthumus Oh for a Horse with wings Hear'st thou Pisanio He is at Milford-Hauen Read and tell me How farre 't is thither If one of meane affaires May plod it in a weeke why may not I Glide thither in a day Then true Pisanio Who long'st like me to see thy Lord who long'st Oh let me bate but not like me yet long'st But in a fainter kinde Oh not like me For mine 's beyond beyond say and speake thicke Loues Counsailor should fill the bores of hearing To ' th' smothering of the Sense how farre it is To this same blessed Milford And by ' th' way Tell me how Wales was made so happy as T' inherite such a Hauen But first of all How we may steale from hence nd for the gap That we shall make in Time from our hence-going And our returne to excuse but first how get hence Why should excuse be borne or ere begot Wee le talke of that heereafter Prythee speake How many store of Miles may we well rid Twixt houre and houre Pis One score 'twixt Sun and Sun Madam's enough for you and too much too Imo. Why one that rode to 's Excution Man Could neuer go so slow I haue heard of Riding wagers Where Horses haue bin nimbler then the Sands That run i' th' Clocks behalfe But this is Foolrie Go bid my Woman faigne a Sicknesse say She 'le home to her Father and prouide me presently A Riding Suit No costlier then would fit A Franklins Huswife Pisa Madam you 're best consider Imo. I see before me Man nor heere not heere Nor what ensues but haue a Fog in them That I cannot looke through Away I prythee Do as I bid thee There 's no more to say Accessible is none but Milford way Exeunt Scena Tertia Enter Belarius Guiderius and Aruiragus Bel. A goodly day not to keepe house with such Whose Roofe 's as lowe as ours Sleepe Boyes this gate Instructs you how t' adore the Heauens and bowes you To a mornings holy office The Gates of Monarches Are Arch'd so high that Giants may â—et through And keepe their impious Turbonds on without Good morrow to the Sun Haile thou faire Heauen We house i' th' Rocke yet vse thee not so hardly As prouder liuers do Guid. Haile Heauen Aruir Haile Heauen Bela. Now for our Mountaine sport vp to yond hill Your legges are yong I le tread these Flats Consider When you aboue perceiue me like a Crow That it is Place which lessen's and sets off And you may then reuolue what Tales I haue told you Of Courts of Princes of the Tricks in Warre This Seruice is not Seruice so being done But being so allowed To apprehend thus Drawes vs a profit from all things we see And osten to our comfort
Sir I desire of you A Conduct ouer Land to Milford-Hauen Madam all ioy befall your Grace and you Cym. My Lords you are appointed for that Office The due of Honor in no point omit So farewell Noble Lucius Luc. Your hand my Lord. Clot. Receiue it friendly but from this time forth I weare it as your Enemy Luc. Sir the Euent Is yet to name the winner Fare you well Cym. Leaue not the worthy Lucius good my Lords Till he haue crost the Seuern Happines Exit Lucius c Qu. He goes hence frowning but it honours vs That we haue giuen him cause Clot. 'T is all the better Your valiant Britaines haue their wishes in it Cym. Lucius hath wrote already to the Emperor How it goes heere It fits vs therefore ripely Our Chariots and our Horsemen be in readinesse The Powres that he already hath in Gallia Will soone be drawne to head from whence he moues His warre for Britaine Qu. 'T is not sleepy businesse But must be look'd too speedily and strongly Cym. Our expectation that it would be thus Hath made vs forward But my gentle Queene Where is our Daughter She hath not appear'd Before the Roman nor to vs hath tender'd The duty of the day She looke vs like A thing more made of malice then of duty We haue noted it Call her before vs for We haue beene too slight in sufferance Qu. Royall Sir Since the exile of Posthumus most retyr'd Hath her life bin the Cure whereof my Lord. 'T is time must do Beseech your Maiesty Forbeare sharpe speeches to her Shee 's a Lady So tender of rebukes that words are stroke And strokes death to her Enter a Messenger Cym. Where is she Sir How Can her contempt be answer'd Mes Please you Sir Her Chambers are all lock'd and there 's no answer That will be giuen to ' th' lowd of noise we make Qu. My Lord when last I went to visit her She pray'd me to excuse her keeping close Whereto constrain'd by her infirmitie She should that dutie leaue vnpaide to you Which dayly she was bound to proffer this She wish'd me to make knowne but our great Court Made me too blame in memory Cym. Her doores lock'd Not seene of late Grant Heauens that which I Feare proue false Exit Qu. Sonne I say follow the King Clot. That man of hers Pisanio her old Seruant I haue not seene these two dayes Exit Qu. Go looke after Pisanio thou that stand'st so for Posthumus He hath a Drugge of mine I pray his absence Proceed by swallowing that For he beleeues It is a thing most precious But for her Where is she gone Haply dispaire hath seiz'd her Or wing'd with feruour of her loue she 's flowne To her desir'd Posthumus gone she is To death or to dishonor and my end Can make good vse of either Shee being downe I haue the placing of the Brittish Crowne Enter Cloten How now my Sonne Clot. 'T is certaine she is fled Go in and cheere the King he rages none Dare come about him Qu. All the better may This night fore-stall him of the comming day Exit Qu. Clo. I loue and hate her for she 's Faire and Royall And that she hath all courtly parts more exquisite Then Lady Ladies Woman from euery one The best she hath and she of all compounded Out-selles them all I loue her therefore but Disdaining me and throwing Fauours on The low Posthumus slanders so her iudgement That what 's else rare is choak'd and in that point I will conclude to hate her nay indeede To be reueng'd vpon her For when Fooles shall Enter Pisanio Who is heere What are you packing sirrah Come hither Ah you precious Pandar Villaine Where is thy Lady In a word or else Thou art straightway with the Fiends Pis Oh good my Lord. Clo. Where is thy Lady Or by Iupiter I will not aske againe Close Villaine I le haue this Secret from thy heart or rip Thy heart to finde it Is she with Posthumus From whose so many waights of basenesse cannot A dram of worth be drawne Pis Alas my Lord How can she be with him When was she miss'd He is in Rome Clot. Where is she Sir Come neerer No farther halting satisfie me home What is become of her Pis Oh my all-worthy Lord. Clo. All-worthy Villaine Discouer where thy Mistris is at once At the next word no more of worthy Lord Speake or thy silence on the instant is Thy condemnation and thy death Pis Then Sir This Paper is the historie of my knowledge Touching her flight Clo. Let 's see 't I will pursue her Euen to Augustus Throne Pis Or this or perish She 's farre enough and what he learnes by this May proue his trauell not her danger Clo. Humh Pis I le write to my Lord she 's dead Oh Imogen Safe mayst thou wander safe returne agen Clot. Sirra is this Letter true Pis Sir as I thinke Clot. It is Posthumus hand I know 't Sirrah if thou would'st not be a Villain but do me true seruice vndergo those Imployments wherin I should haue cause to vse thee with a serious industry that is what villainy soere I bid thee do to performe it directly and truely I would thinke thee an honest man thou should'st neither want my meanes for thy releefe nor my voyce for thy preferment Pis Well my good Lord. Clot. Wilt thou serue mee For since patiently and constantly thou hast stucke to the bare Fortune of that Begger Posthumus thou canst not in the course of gratitude but be a diligent follower of mine Wilt thou serue mee Pis Sir I will Clo. Giue mee thy hand heere 's my purse Hast any of thy late Masters Garments in thy possession Pisan I haue my Lord at my Lodging the same Suite he wore when he tooke leaue of my Ladie Mistresse Clo. The first seruice thou dost mee fetch that Suite hither let it be thy first seruice go Pis I shall my Lord. Exit Clo. Meet thee at Milford-Hauen I forgot to aske him one thing I le remember 't anon euen there thou villaine Posthumus will I kill thee I would these Garments were come She saide vpon a time the bitternesse of it I now belch from my heart that shee held the very Garment of Posthumus in more respect then my Noble and naturall person together with the adornement of my Qualities With that Suite vpon my backe wil I rauish her first kill him and in her eyes there shall she see my valour which wil then be a torment to hir contempt He on the ground my speech of insulment ended on his dead bodie and when my Lust hath dined which as I say to vex her I will execute in the Cloathes that she so prais'd to the Court I le knock her backe foot her home againe She hath despis'd mee reioycingly and I le bee merry in my Reuenge Enter Pisanio Be those the Garments Pis I my Noble Lord. Clo. How long is' t since
mine are titles but of scorne If that thy Gentry Britaine go before This Lowt as he exceeds our Lords the oddes Is that we scarse are men and you are Goddes Exit The Battaile continues the Britaines fly Cymbeline is taken Then enter to his rescue Bellarius Guiderius and Aruiragus Bel. Stand stand we haue th' aduantage of the ground The Lane is guarded Nothing rowts vs but The villany of our feares Gui. Arui Stand stand and fight Enter Posthumus and seconds the Britaines They Rescue Cymbeline and Exeunt Then enter Lucius Iachimo and Imogen Luc. Away boy from the Troopes and saue thy selfe For friends kil friends and the disorder's such As warre were hood-wink'd Iac. 'T is their fresh supplies Luc. It is a day turn'd strangely or betimes Let 's re-inforce or fly Exeunt Scena Tertia Enter Posthumus and a Britaine Lord. Lor. Cam'st thou from where they made the stand Post I did Though you it seemes come from the Fliers Lo I did Post No blame be to you Sir for all was lost But that the Heauens fought the King himselfe Of his wings destitute the Army broken And but the backes of Britaines seene all flying Through a strait Lane the Enemy full-hearted Lolling the Tongue with slaught'ring hauing worke More plentifull then Tooles to doo 't strooke downe Some mortally some slightly touch'd some falling Meerely through feare that the strait passe was damm'd With deadmen hurt behinde and Cowards liuing To dye with length'ned shame Lo. Where was this Lane Post Close by the battell ditch'd wall'd with turph Which gaue aduantage to an ancient Soldiour An honest one I warrant who deseru'd So long a breeding as his white beard came to In doing this for 's Country Athwart the Lane He with two striplings Lads more like to run The Country base then to commit such slaughter With faces fit for Maskes or rather fayrer Then those for preseruation cas'd or shame Made good the passage cryed to those that fled Our Britaines hearts dye flying not our men To darknesse fleete soules that flye backwards stand Or we are Romanes and will giue you that Like beasts which you shun beastly and may saue But to looke backe in frowne Stand stand These three Three thousand confident in acte as many For three performers are the File when all The rest do nothing With this word stand stand Accomodated by the Place more Charming With their owne Noblenesse which could haue turn'd A Distaffe to a Lance guilded pale lookes Part shame part spirit renew'd that some turn'd coward But by example Oh a sinne in Warre Damn'd in the first beginners gan to looke The way that they did and to grin like Lyons Vpon the Pikes o' th' Hunters Then beganne A stop i' th' Chaser a Retyre Anon A Rowt confusion thicke forthwith they flye Chickens the way which they stopt Eagles Slaues The strides the Victors made and now our Cowards Like Fragments in hard Voyages became The life o' th' need hauing found the backe doore open Of the vnguarded hearts heauens how they wound Some slaine before some dying some their Friends Ore-borne i' th' former waue ten chac'd by one Are now each one the slaughter-man of twenty Those that would dye or ere resist are growne The mortall bugs o' th' Field Lord. This was strange chance A narrow Lane an old man and two Boyes Post Nay do not wonder at it you are made Rather to wonder at the things you heare Then to worke any Will you Rime vpon 't And vent it for a Mock'rie Heere is one Two Boyes an Oldman twice a Boy a Lane Preseru'd the Britaines was the Romanes bane Lord. Nay be not angry Sir Post Lacke to what end Who dares not stand his Foe I le be his Friend For if hee 'l do as he is made to doo I know hee 'l quickly flye my friendship too You haue put me into Rime Lord. Farewell you 're angry Exit Post Still going This is a Lord Oh Noble misery To be i' th' Field and aske what newes of me To day how many would haue giuen their Honours To haue sau'd their Carkasses Tooke heele to doo 't And yet dyed too I in mine owne woe charm'd Could not finde death where I did heare him groane Nor feele him where he strooke Being an vgly Monster 'T is strange he hides him in fresh Cups soft Beds Sweet words or hath moe ministers then we That draw his kniues i' th' War Well I will finde him For being now a Fauourer to the Britaine No more a Britaine I haue resum'd againe The part I came in Fight I will no more But yeeld me to the veriest Hinde that shall Once touch my shoulder Great the slaughter is Heere made by ' th' Romane great the Answer be Britaines must take For me my Ransome 's death On eyther side I come to spend my breath Which neyther heere I le keepe nor beare agen But end it by some meanes for Imogen Enter two Captaines and Soldiers 1 Great Iupiter be prais'd Lucius is taken 'T is thought the old man and his sonnes were Angels 2 There was a fourth man in a silly habit That gaue th' Affront with them 1 So 't is reported But none of 'em can be found Stand who 's there Post A Roman Who had not now beene drooping heere if Seconds Had answer'd him 2 Lay hands on him a Dogge A legge of Rome shall not returne to tell What Crows haue peckt them here he brags his seruice As if he were of note bring him to ' th' King Enter Cymbeline Belarius Guiderius Aruiragus Pisanio and Romane Captiues The Captaines present Posthumus to Cymbeline who deliuers him ouer to a Gaoler Scena Quarta Enter Posthumus and Gaoler Gao You shall not now be stolne You haue lockes vpon you So graze as you finde Pasture 2. Gao I or a stomacke Post Most welcome bondage for thou art a way I thinke to liberty yet am I better Then one that 's sicke o' th' Gowt since he had rather Groane so in perpetuity then be cur'd By ' th ' sure Physitian Death who is the key T'vnbarre these Lockes My Conscience thou art fetter'd More then my shanks wrists you good Gods giue me The penitent Instrument to picke that Bolt Then free for euer Is' t enough I am sorry So Children temporall Fathers do appease Gods are more full of mercy Must I repent I cannot do it better then in Gyues Desir'd more then constrain'd to satisfie If of my Freedome 't is the maine part take No stricter render of me then my All. I know you are more clement then vilde men Who of their broken Debtors take a third A sixt a tenth letting them thriue againe On their abatement that 's not my desire For Imogens deere life take mine and though 'T is not so deere yet 't is a life you coyn'd it 'Tweene man and man they waigh not euery stampe Though light take Peeces for the figures sake You rather mine
and all the World shall mourne her Kin. O Lord Archbishop Thou hast made me now a man neuer before This happy Child did I get any thing This Oracle of comfort ha's so pleas'd me That when I am in Heauen I shall desire To see what this Child does and praise my Maker I thanke ye all To you my good Lord Maior And you good Brethren I am much beholding I haue receiu'd much Honour by your presence And ye shall find me thankfull Lead the way Lords Ye must all see the Queene and she must thanke ye She will be sicke els This day no man thinke ' Has businesse at his house for all shall stay This Little-One shall make it Holy-day Exeunt THE EPILOGVE T Is ten to one this Play can neuer please All that are heere Some come to take their case And sleepe an Act or two but those we feare W' haue frighted with our Tumpets so 't is cleare They 'l say t is naught Others to heare the City Abus'd extreamly and to cry that 's witty Which wee haue not done neither that I feare All the expected good w' are like to heare For this Play at this time is onely in The mercifull construction of good women For such a one we shew'd em If they smile And say t will doe I know within a while All the best men are ours for 't is ill hap If they hold when their Ladies bid 'em clap FINIS The Prologue IN Troy there lyes the Scene From Iles of Greece The Princes Orgillous their high blood chaf'd Haue to the Port of Athens sent their shippes Fraught with the ministers and instruments Of cruell Warre Sixty and nine that wore Their Crownets Regall from th' Athenian bay Put forth toward Phrygia and their vow is made To ransacke Troy within whose strong emures The rauish'd Helen Menelaus Queene With wanton Paris sleepes and that 's the Quarrell To Tenedos they come And the deepe-drawing Barke do there disgorge Their warlike frautage now on Dardan Plaines The fresh and yet vnbruised Greekes do pitch Their braue Pauillions Priams six-gated City Dardan and Timbria Helias Chetas Troien And Antenonidus with massie Staples And corresponsiue and fulfilling Bolts Stirre vp the Sonnes of Troy Now Expectation tickling skittish spirits On one and other side Troian and Greeke Sets all on hazard And hither am J come A Prologue arm'd but not in confidence Of Authors pen or Actors voyce but suited Jn like conditions as our Argument To tell you faire Beholders that our Play Leapes ore the vaunt and firstlings of those broyles Beginning in the middle starting thence away To what may be digested in a Play Like or finde fault do as your pleasures are Now good or bad 't is but the chance of Warre THE TRAGEDIE OF Troylus and Cressida Actus Primus Scoena Prima Enter Pandarus and Troylus Troylus CAll here my Varlet I le vnarme againe Why should I warre without the wals of Troy That finde such cruell battell here within Each Troian that is master of his heart Let him to field Troylus alas hath none Pan. Will this geere nere be mended Troy The Greeks are strong skilful to their strength Fierce to their skill and to their fiercenesse Valiant But I am weaker then a womans teare Tamer then sleepe fonder then ignorance Lesse valiant then the Virgin in the night And skillesse as vnpractis'd Infancie Pan. Well I haue told you enough of this For my part I le not meddle nor make no farther Hee that will haue a Cake out of the Wheate must needes tarry the grinding Troy Haue I not tarried Pan. I the grinding but you must tarry the bolting Troy Haue I not tarried Pan. I the boulting but you must tarry the leau'ing Troy Still haue I tarried Pan. I to the leauening but heere 's yet in the word hereafter the Kneading the making of the Cake the heating of the Ouen and the Baking nay you must stay the cooling too or you may chance to burne your lips Troy Patience her selfe what Goddesse ere she be Doth lesser blench at sufferance then I doe At Priams Royall Table doe I sit And when faire Cressid comes into my thoughts So Traitor then she comes when she is thence Pan. Well She look'd yesternight fairer then euer I saw her looke Or any woman else Troy I was about to tell thee when my heart As wedged with a sigh would riue in twaine Least Hector or my Father should perceiue me I haue as when the Sunne doth light a-scorne Buried this sigh in wrinkle of a smile But sorrow that is couch'd in seeming gladnesse Is like that mirth Fate turnes to sudden sadnesse Pan. And her haire were not somewhat darker then Helens well go too there were no more comparison betweene the Women But for my part she is my Kinswoman I would not as they tearme it praise it but I wold some-body had heard her talke yesterday as I did I will not dispraise your sister Cassandra's wit but Troy Oh Pandarus I tell thee Pandarus When I doe tell thee there my hopes lye drown'd Reply not in how many Fadomes deepe They lye indrench'd I tell thee I am mad In Cressids loue Thou answer'st she is Faire Powr'st in the open Vlcer of my heart Her Eyes her Haire her Cheeke her Gate her Voice Handlest in thy discourse O that her Hand In whose comparison all whites are Inke Writing their owne reproach to whose soft seizure The Cignets Downe is harsh and spirit of Sense Hard as the palme of Plough-man This thou tel'st me As true thou tel'st me when I say I loue her But saying thus instead of Oyle and Balme Thou lai'st in euery gash that loue hath giuen me The Knife that made it Pan. I speake no more then truth Troy Thou do'st not speake so much Pan. Faith I le not meddle in 't Let her be as shee is if she be faire 't is the better for her and she be not she ha's the mends in her owne hands Troy Good Pandarus How now Pandarus Pan. I haue had my Labour for my trauell ill thought on of her and ill thought on of you Gone betweene and betweene but small thankes for my labour Troy What art thou angry Pandarus what with me Pan. Because she 's Kinne to me therefore shee 's not so faire as Helen and she were not kin to me she would be as faire on Friday as Helen is on Sunday But what care I I care not and she were a Black-a-Moore 't is all one to me Troy Say I she is not faire Troy I doe not care whether you doe or no. Shee 's a Foole to stay behinde her Father Let her to the Greeks and so I le tell her the next time I see her for my part I le meddle nor make no more i' th' matter Troy Pandarus Pan. Not I. Troy Sweete Pandarus Pan. Pray you speake no more to me I will leaue all as I found it and there an end Exit Pand.