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
Queene This Candle burnes not cleere 't is I must snuffe it Then out it goes What though I know her vertuous And well deseruing yet I know her for A spleeny Lutheran and not wholsome to Our cause that she should lye i' th' bosome of Our hard rul'd King Againe there is sprung vp An Heretique an Arch-one Cranmer one Hath crawl'd into the fauour of the King And is his Oracle Nor. He is vex'd at something Enter King reading of a Scedule Sur. I would 't wer somthing y t would fret the string The Master-cord on 's heart Suf. The King the King King What piles of wealth hath he accumulated To his owne portion And what expence by ' th' houre Seemes to flow from him How i' th' name of Thrift Does he rake this together Now my Lords Saw you the Cardinall Nor. My Lord we haue Stood heere obseruing him Some strange Commotion Is in his braine He bites his lip and starts Stops on a sodaine lookes vpon the ground Then layes his finger on his Temple straight Springs out into fast gate then stops againe Strikes his brest hard and anon he casts His eye against the Moone in most strange Postures We haue seene him set himselfe King It may well be There is a mutiny in 's minde This morning Papers of State he sent me to peruse As I requir'd and wot you what I found There on my Conscience put vnwittingly Forsooth an Inuentory thus importing The seuerall parcels of his Plate his Treasure Rich Stuffes and Ornaments of Houshold which I finde at such proud Rate that it out-speakes Possession of a Subiect Nor. It 's Heauens will Some Spirit put this paper in the Packet To blesse your eye withall King If we did thinke His Contemplation wâ—re aboue the earth And fixt on Spirituall obiect he should still Dwell in his Musings but I am affraid His Thinkings are below the Moone not worth His serious considering King takes his Seat whispers Louell who goes to the Cardinall Car. Heauen forgiue me Euer God blesse your Highnesse King Good my Lord You are full of Heauenly stuffe and beare the Inuentory Of your best Graces in your minde the which You were now running o're you haue scarse time To steale from Spirituall leysure a briefe span To keepe your earthly Audit sure in that I deeme you an ill Husband and am gald To haue you therein my Companion Car. Sir For Holy Offices I haue a time a time To thinke vpon the part of businesse which I beare i' th' State and Nature does require Her times of preseruation which perforce I her fraile sonne among'st my Brethren mortall Must giue my tendance to King You haue said well Car. And euer may your Highnesse yoake together As I will lend you cause my doing well With my well saying King 'T is well said agen And 't is a kinde of good deede to say well And yet words are no deeds My Father lou'd you He said he did and with his deed did Crowne His word vpon you Since I had my Office I haue kept you next my Heart haue not alone Imploy'd you where high Profits might come home But par'd my present Hauings to bestow My Bounties vpon you Car. What should this meane Sur. The Lord increase this businesse King Haue I not made you The prime man of the State I pray you tell me If what I now pronounce you haue found true And if you may confesse it say withall If you are bound to vs or no. What say you Car. My Soueraigne I confesse your Royall graces Showr'd on me daily haue bene more then could My studied purposes requite which went Beyond all mans endeauors My endeauors Haue euer come too short of my Desires Yet fill'd with my Abilities Mine owne ends Haue beene mine so that euermore they pointed To ' th' good of your most Sacred Person and The profit of the State For your great Graces Heap'd vpon me poore Vndeseruer I Can nothing render but Allegiant thankes My Prayres to heauen for you my Loyaltie Which euer ha's and euer shall be growing Till death that Winter kill it King Fairely answer'd A Loyall and obedient Subiect is Therein illustrated the Honor of it Does pay the Act of it as i' th' contrary The fowlenesse is the punishment I presume That as my hand ha's open'd Bounty to you My heart drop'd Loue my powre rain'd Honor more On you then any So your Hand and Heart Your Braine and euery Function of your power Should notwithstanding that your bond of duty As 't wer in Loues particular be more To me your Friend then any Car. I do professe That for your Highnesse good I euer labour'd More then mine owne that am haue and will be Though all the world should cracke their duty to you And throw it from their Soule though perils did Abound as thicke as thought could make 'em and Appeare in formes more horrid yet my Duty As doth a Rocke against the chiding Flood Should the approach of this wilde Riuer breake And stand vnshaken yours King 'T is Nobly spoken Take notice Lords he ha's a Loyall brest For you haue seene him open 't Read o're this And after this and then to Breakfast with What appetite you haue Exit King frowning vpon the Cardinall the Nobles throng after him smiling and whispering Car. What should this meane What sodaine Anger 's this How haue I reap'd it He parted Frowning from me as if Ruine Leap'd from his Eyes So lookes the chafed Lyon Vpon the daring Huntsman that has gall'd him Then makes him nothing I must reade this paper I feare the Story of his Anger 'T is so This paper ha's vndone me 'T is th' Accompt Of all that world of Wealth I haue drawne together For mine owne ends Indeed to gaine the Popedome And fee my Friends in Rome O Negligence Fit for a Foole to fall by What crosse Diuell Made me put this maine Secret in the Packet I sent the King Is there no way to cure this No new deuice to beate this from his Braines I know 't will stirre him strongly yet I know A way if it take right in spight of Fortune Will bring me off againe What 's this To th' Pope The Letter as I liue with all the Businesse I writ too 's Holinesse Nay then farewell I haue touch'd the highest point of all my Greatnesse And from that full Meridian of my Glory I haste now to my Setting I shall fall Like a bright exhalation in the Euening And no man see me more Enter to Woolsey the Dukes of Norfolke and Suffolke the Earle of Surrey and the Lord Chamberlaine Nor. Heare the Kings pleasure Cardinall Who commands you To render vp the Great Seale presently Into our hands and to Confine your selfe To Asher-house my Lord of Winchesters Till you heare further from his Highnesse Car. Stay Where 's your Commission Lords words cannot carrie Authority so weighty Suf. Who dare crosse 'em Bearing the Kings will
beleeue me These I know Who 's that that beares the Scepter 1 Marquesse Dorset And that the Earle of Surrey with the Rod. 2 A bold braue Gentleman That should bee The Duke of Suffolke 1 'T is the same high Steward 2 And that my Lord of Norfolke 1 Yes 2 Heauen blesse thee Thou hast the sweetest face I euer look'd on Sir as I haue a Soule she is an Angell Our King has all the Indies in his Armes And more and richer when he straines that Lady I cannot blame his Conscience 1 They that beare The Cloath of Honour ouer her are foure Barons Of the Cinque Ports 2 Those men are happy And so are all are neere her I take it she that carries vp the Traine Is that old Noble Lady Dutchesse of Norfolke 1 It is and all the rest are Countesses 2 Their Coronets say so These are Starres indeed And sometimes falling ones 2 No more of that Enter a third Gentleman 1 God saue you Sir Where haue you bin broiling 3 Among the crow'd i' th' Abbey where a finger Could not be wedg'd in more I am stifled With the meere ranknesse of their ioy 2 You saw the Ceremony 3 That I did 1 How was it 3 Well worth the seeing 2 Good Sir speake it to vs 3 As well as I am able The rich streame Of Lords and Ladies hauing brought the Queene To a prepar'd place in the Quiâ—e fell off A distance from her while her Grace sate downe To rest a while some halfe an houre or so In a rich Chaire of State opposing freely The Beauty of her Person to the People Beleeue me Sir she is the goodliest Woman That euer lay by man which when the people Had the full view of such a noyse arose As the shrowdes make at Sea in a stiffe Tempest As lowd and to as many Tunes Hats Cloakes Doublets I thinke flew vp and had their Faces Bin loose this day they had beene lost Such ioy I neuer saw before Great belly'd women That had not halfe a weeke to go like Rammes In the old time of Warre would shake the prease And make 'em reele before ' em No man liuing Could say this is my wife there all were wouen So strangely in one peece 2 But what follow'd 3 At length her Grace rose and with modest paces Came to the Altar where she kneel'd and Saint-like Cast her faire eyes to Heauen and pray'd deuoutly Then rose againe and bow'd her to the people When by the Arch-byshop of Canterbury She had all the Royall makings of a Queene As holy Oyle Edward Confessors Crowne The Rod and Bird of Peace and all such Emblemes Laid Nobly on her which perform'd the Quire With all the choysest Musicke of the Kingdome Together sung Te Deum So she parted And with the same full State pac'd backe againe To Yorke-Place where the Feast is held 1 Sir You must no more call it Yorke-place that 's past For since the Cardinall fell that Titles lost 'T is now the Kings and call'd White-Hall 3 I know it But 't is so lately alter'd that the old name Is fresh about me 2 What two Reuerend Byshops Were those that went on each side of the Queene 3 Stokeley and Gardiner the one of Winchester Newly preferr'd from the Kings Secretary The other London 2 He of Winchester Is held no great good louer of the Archbishops The vertuous Cranmer 3 All the Land knowes that How euer yet there is no great breach when it comes Cranmer will finde a Friend will not shrinke from him 2 Who may that be I pray you 3 Thomas Cromwell A man in much esteeme with th' King and truly A worthy Friend The King ha's made him Master o' th' Iewell House And one already of the Priuy Councell 2 He will deserue more 3 Yes without all doubt Come Gentlemen ye shall go my way Which is to ' th Court and there ye shall be my Guests Something I can command As I walke thither I le tell ye more Both. You may command vs Sir Exeunt Scena Secunda Enter Katherine Dowager sicke lead betweene Griffith her Gentleman Vsher and Patience her Woman Grif. How do's your Grace Kath. O Griffith sicke to death My Legges like loaden Branches bow to ' th' Earth Willing to leaue their burthen Reach a Chaire So now me thinkes I feele a little ease Did'st thou not tell me Griffith as thou lead'st mee That the great Childe of Honor Cardinall Wolsey Was dead Grif. Yes Madam but I thanke your Grace Out of the paine you suffer'd gaue no eare too 't Kath. Pre'thee good Griffith tell me how he dy'de If well he stept before me happily For my example Grif. Well the voyce goes Madam For after the stout Earle Northumberland Arrested him at Yoâ—ke and brought him forward As a man sorely tainted to his Answer He fell sicke sodainly and grew so ill He could not sit his Mule Kath. Alas poore man Grif. At last with easie Rodes he came to Leicester Lodg'd in the Abbey where the reuerend Abbot With all his Couent honourably receiu'd him To whom he gaue these words O Father Abbot An old man broken with the stormes of State Is come to lay his weary bones among ye Giue him a little earth for Charity So went to bed where eagerly his sicknesse Pursu'd him still and three nights after this About the houre of eight which he himselfe Foretold should be his last full of Repentance Continuall Meditations Teares and Sorrowes He gaue his Honors to the world agen His blessed part to Heauen and slept in peace Kath. So may he rest His Faults lye gently on him Yet thus farre Griffith giue me leaue to speake him And yet with Charity He was a man Of an vnbounded stomacke euer ranking Himselfe with Princes One that by suggestion Ty'de all the Kingdome Symonie was faire play His owne Opinion was his Law I' th' presence He would say vntruths and be euer double Both in his words and meaning He was neuer But where he meant to Ruine pittifull His Promises were as he then was Mighty But his performance as he is now Nothing Of his owne body he was ill and gaue The Clergy ill example Grif. Noble Madam Mens euill manners liue in Brasse their Vertues We write in Water May it please your Highnesse To heare me speake his good now Kath. Yes good Griffith I were malicious else Grif. This Cardinall Though from an humble Stocke vndoubtedly Was fashion'd to much Honor. From his Cradle He was a Scholler and a ripe and good one Exceeding wise faire spoken and perswading Lofty and sowre to them that lou'd him not But to those men that sought him sweet as Summer And though he were vnsatisfied in getting Which was a sinne yet in bestowing Madam He was most Princely Euer witnesse for him Those twinnes of Learning that he rais'd in you Ipswich and Oxford one of which fell with him Vnwilling to out-liue the good that did it The other
tender of my life In this faire rescue thou hast brought to mee Prin. O heauen they did me too much iniury That euer said I hearkned to your death If it were so I might haue let alone The insulting hand of Dowglas ouer you Which would haue bene as speedy in your end As all the poysonous Potions in the world And sau'd the Treacherous labour of your Sonne K. Make vp to Clifton I le to Sir Nicholas Gausey Exit Enter Hotspur Hot. If I mistake not thou art Harry Monmouth Prin. Thou speak'st as if I would deny my name Hot. My name is Harrie Percie Prin. Why then I see a very valiant rebel of that name I am the Prince of Wales and thinke not Percy To share with me in glory any more Two Starres keepe not their motion in one Sphere Nor can one England brooke a double reigne Of Harry Percy and the Prince of Wales Hot. Nor shall it Harry for the houre is come To end the one of vs and would to heauen Thy name in Armes were now as great as mine Prin. I le make it greater ere I part from thee And all the budding Honors on thy Crest I le crop to make a Garland for my head Hot. I can no longer brooke thy Vanities Fight Enter Falstaffe Fal. Well said Hal to it Hal. Nay you shall finde no Boyes play heere I can tell you Enter Dowglas he fights with Falstaffe who fals down as if he were dead The Prince killeth Percie Hot. Oh Harry thou hast rob'd me of my youth I better brooke the losse of brittle life Then those proud Titles thou hast wonne of me They wound my thoghts worse then the sword my flesh But thought 's the slaue of Life and Life Times foole And Time that takes suruey of all the world Must haue a stop O I could Prophesie But that the Earth and the cold hand of death Lyes on my Tongue No Percy thou art dust And food for Prin. For Wormeâ— braue Percy Farewell great heart Ill-weau'd Ambition how much art thou shrunke When that this bodie did containe a spirit A Kingdome for it was too small a bound But now two paces of the vilest Earth Is roome enough This Earth that beares the dead Beares not aliue so stout a Gentleman If thou wer 't sensible of curtesie I should not make so great a shew of Zeale But let my fauours hide thy mangled face And euen in thy behalfe I le thanke my selfe For doing these fayre Rites of Tendernesse Adieu and take thy praise with thee to heauen Thy ignomy sleepe with thee in the graue But not remembred in thy Epitaph What Old Acquaintance Could not all this flesh Keepe in a little life Poore Iacke farewell I could haue better spar'd a better man O I should haue a heauy misse of thee If I were much in loue with Vanity Death hath not strucke so fat a Deere to day Though many dearer in this bloody Fray Imbowell'd will I see thee by and by Till then in blood by Noble Percie lye Exit Falstaffe riseth vp Falst Imbowell'd If thou imbowell mee to day I le giue you leaue to powder me and eat me too to morow 'T was time to counterfet or that hotte Termagant Scot had paid the scot and lot too Counterfeit I am no counterfeit to dye is to be a counterfeit for hee is but the counterfeit of a man who hath not the life of a man But to counterfeit dying when a man thereby liueth is to be no counterfeit but the true and perfect image of life indeede The better part of Valour is Discretion in the which better part I haue saued my life I am affraide of this Gun-powder Percy though he be dead How if hee should counterfeit too and rise I am afraid hee would proue the better counterfeit therefore I le make him sure yea and I le sweare I kill'd him Why may not hee rise as well as I Nothing confutes me but eyes and no-bodie sees me Therefore sirra with a new wound in your thigh come you along me Takes Hotspurre on his backe Enter Prince and Iohn of Lancaster Prin. Come Brother Iohn full brauely hast thou flesht thy Maiden sword Iohn But soft who haue we heere Did you not tell me this Fat man was dead Prin. I did I saw him dead Breathlesse and bleeding on the ground Art thou aliue Or is it fantasie that playes vpon our eye-sight I prethee speake we will not trust our eyes Without our eares Thou art not what thou seem'st Fal. No that 's certaine I am not a double man but if I be not Iacke Falstaffe then am I a Iacke There is Percy if your Father will do me any Honor so if not let him kill the next Percie himselfe I looke to be either Earle or Duke I can assure you Prin. Why Percy I kill'd my selfe and saw thee dead Fal. Did'st thou Lord Lord how the world is giuen to Lying I graunt you I was downe and out of Breath and so was he but we rose both at an instant and fought a long houre by Shrewsburie clocke If I may bee beleeued so if not let them that should reward Valour beare the sinne vpon their owne heads I le take 't on my death I gaue him this wound in the Thigh if the man vvere aliue and would deny it I would make him eate a peece of my sword Iohn This is the strangest Tale that e're I heard Prin. This is the strangest Fellow Brother Iohn Come bring your luggage Nobly on your backe For my part if a lye may do thee grace I le gil'd it with the happiest tearmes I haue A Retreat is sounded The Trumpets sound Retreat the day is ours Come Brother let 's to the highest of the field To see what Friends are liuing who are dead Exeunt Fal. I le follow as they say for Reward Hee that rewards me heauen reward him If I do grow great again I le grow lesse For I le purge and leaue Sacke and liue cleanly as a Nobleman should do Exit Scaena Quarta The Trumpets sound Enter the King Prince of Wales Lord Iohn of Lancaster Earle of Westmerland with Worcester Vernon Prisoners King Thus euer did Rebellion finde Rebuke Ill-spirited Worcester did we not send Grace Pardon and tearmes of Loue to all of you And would'st thou turne our offers contrary Misuse the tenor of thy Kinsmans trust Three Knights vpon our party slaine to day A Noble Earle and many a creature else Had beene aliue this houre If like a Christian thou had'st truly borne Betwixt out Armies true Intelligence Wor. What I haue done my safety vrg'd me to And I embrace this fortune patiently Since not to be auoyded it fals on mee King Beare Worcester to death and Vernon too Other Offenders we will pause vpon Exit Worcester and Vernon How goes the Field Prin. The Noble Scot Lord Dowglas when hee saw The fortune of the day quite turn'd from him The Noble Percy
the Swords of common Souldiers slaine Edw. Lord Staffords Father Duke of Buckingham Is either slaine or wounded dangerous I cleft his Beauer with a down-right blow That this is true Father behold his blood Mount And Brother here 's the Earle of Wiltshires blood Whom I encountred as the Battels ioyn'd Rich. Speake thou for me and tell them what I did Plan. Richard hath best deseru'd of all my sonnes But is your Grace dead my Lord of Somerset Nor. Such hope haue all the line of Iohn of Gaunt Rich. Thus do I hope to shake King Henries head Warw. And so doe I victorious Prince of Yorke Before I see thee seated in that Throne Which now the House of Lancaster vsurpes I vow by Heauen these eyes shall neuer close This is the Pallace of the fearefull King And this the Regall Seat possesse it Yorke For this is thine and not King Henries Heires Plant. Assist me then sweet Warwick and I will For hither we haue broken in by force Norf. Wee 'le all assist you he that flyes shall dye Plant. Thankes gentle Norfolke stay by me my Lords And Souldiers stay and lodge by me this Night They goe vp Warw. And when the King comes offer him no violence Vnlesse he seeke to thrust you out perforce Plant. The Queene this day here holds her Parliament But little thinkes we shall be of her counsaile By words or blowes here let vs winne our right Rich. Arm'd as we are let 's stay within this House Warw. The bloody Parliament shall this be call'd Vnlesse Plantagenet Duke of Yorke be King And bashfull Henry depos'd whose Cowardize Hath made vs by-words to our enemies Plant. Then leaue me not my Lords be resolute I meane to take possession of my Right Warw. Neither the King nor he that loues him best The prowdest hee that holds vp Lancaster Dares stirre a Wing if Warwick shake his Bells I le plant Plantagenet root him vp who dares Resolue thee Richard clayme the English Crowne Flourish Enter King Henry Clifford Northumberland Westmerland Exeter and the rest Henry My Lords looke where the sturdie Rebell sits Euen in the Chayre of State belike he meanes Backt by the power of Warwicke that false Peere To aspire vnto the Crowne and reigne as King Earle of Northumberland he slew thy Father And thine Lord Clifford you both haue vow'd reuenge On him his sonnes his fauorites and his friends Northumb. If I be not Heauens be reueng'd on me Clifford The hope thereof makes Clifford mourne in Steele Westm What shall we suffer this le ts pluck him down My heart for anger burnes I cannot brooke it Henry Be patient gentle Earle of Westmerland Clifford Patience is for Poultroones such as he He durst not sit there had your Father liu'd My gracious Lord here in the Parliament Let vs assayle the Family of Yorke North Well hast thou spoken Cousin be it so Henry Ah know you not the Citie fauours them And they haue troupes of Souldiers at their beck Westm But when the Duke is slaine they 'le quickly flye Henry Farre be the thought of this from Henries heart To make a Shambles of the Parliament House Cousin of Exeter frownes words and threats Shall be the Warre that Henry meanes to vse Thou factious Duke of Yorke descend my Throne And kneele for grace and mercie at my feet I am thy Soueraigne Yorke I am thine Exet. For shame come downe he made thee Duke of Yorke Yorke It was my Inheritance as the Earledome was Exet. Thy Father was a Traytor to the Crowne Warw. Exeter thou art a Traytor to the Crowne In following this vsurping Henry Clifford Whom should hee follow but his naturall King Warw. True Clifford that 's Richard Duke of Yorke Henry And shall I stand and thou sit in my Throne Yorke It must and shall be so content thy selfe Warw. Be Duke of Lancaster let him be King Westm He is both King and Duke of Lancaster And that the Lord of Westmerland shall maintaine Warw. And Warwick shall disproue it You forget That we are those which chas'd you from the field And slew your Fathers and with Colours spread Marcht through the Citie to the Pallace Gates Northumb. Yes Warwicke I remember it to my griefe And by his Soule thou and thy House shall rue it Westm Plantagenet of thee and these thy Sonnes Thy Kinsmen and thy Friends I le haue more liues Then drops of bloud were in my Fathers Veines Cliff Vrge it no more left that in stead of words I send thee Warwicke such a Messenger As shall reuenge his death before I stirre Warw. Poore Clifford how I scorne his worthlesse Threats Plant. Will you we shew our Title to the Crowne If not our Swords shall pleade it in the field Henry What Title hast thou Traytor to the Crowne My Father was as thou art Duke of Yorke Thy Grandfather Roger Mortimer Earle of March I am the Sonne of Henry the Fift Who made the Dolphin and the French to stoupe And seiz'd vpon their Townes and Prouinces Warw. Talke not of France sith thou hast lost it all Henry The Lord Protector lost it and not I When I was crown'd I was but nine moneths old Rich. You are old enough now And yet me thinkes you loose Father teare the Crowne from the Vsurpers Head Edward Sweet Father doe so set it on your Head Mount Good Brother As thou lou'st and honorest Armes Let 's fight it out and not stand cauilling thus Richard Sound Drummes and Trumpets and the King will flye Plant. Sonnes peace Henry Peace thou and giue King Henry leaue to speake Warw. Plantagenet shal speake first Heare him Lords And be you silent and attentiue too For he that interrupts him shall not liue Hen. Think'st thou that I will leaue my Kingly Throne Wherein my Grandsire and my Father sat No first shall Warre vnpeople this my Realme I and their Colours often borne in France And now in England to our hearts great sorrow Shall be my Winding-sheet Why faint you Lords My Title 's good and better farre then his Warw. Proue it Henry and thou shalt be King Hen. Henry the Fourth by Conquest got the Crowne Plant. 'T was by Rebellion against his King Henry I know not what to say my Titles weake Tell me may not a King adopt an Heire Plant. What then Henry And if he may then am I lawfull King For Richard in the view of many Lords Resign'd the Crowne to Henry the Fourth Whose Heire my Father was and I am his Plant. He rose against him being his Soueraigne And made him to resigne his Crowne perforce Warw. Suppose my Lords he did it vnconstrayn'd Thinke you 't were preiudiciall to his Crowne Exet. No for he could not so resigne his Crowne But that the next Heire should succeed and reigne Henry Art thou against vs Duke of Exeter Exet. His is the right and therefore pardon me Plant. Why whisper you my Lords and answer not Exet. My Conscience tells me
he is lawfull King Henry All will reuolt from me and turne to him Northumb. Plantagenet for all the Clayme thou lay'st Thinke not that Henry shall be so depos'd Warw. Depos'd he shall be in despight of all Northumb. Thou art deceiu'd 'T is not thy Southerne power Of Essex Norfolke Suffolke nor of Kent Which makes thee thus presumptuous and prowd Can set the Duke vp in despight of me Clifford King Henry be thy Title right or wrong Lord Clifford vowes to fight in thy defence May that ground gape and swallow me aliue Where I shall kneele to him that slew my Father Henry Oh Clifford how thy words reuiue my heart Plant. Henry of Lancaster resigne thy Crowne What mutter you or what conspire you Lords Warw. Doe right vnto this Princely Duke of Yorke Or I will fill the House with armed men And ouer the Chayre of State where now he sits Write vp his Title with vsurping blood He stampes with his foot and the Souldiers shew themselues Henry My Lord of Warwick heare but one word Let me for this my life time reigne as King Plant. Confirme the Crowne to me and to mine Heires And thou shalt reigne in quiet while thou liu'st Henry I am content Richard Plantagenet Enioy the Kingdome after my decease Clifford What wrong is this vnto the Prince your Sonne Warw. What good is this to England and himselfe Westm Base fearefull and despayring Henry Clifford How hast thou iniur'd both thy selfe and vs Westm I cannot stay to heare these Articles Northumb. Nor I. Clifford Come Cousin let vs tell the Queene these Newes Westm Farwell faint-hearted and degenerate King In whose cold blood no sparke of Honor bides Northumb. Be thou a prey vnto the House of Yorke And dye in Bands for this vnmanly deed Cliff In dreadfull Warre may'st thou be ouercome Or liue in peace abandon'd and despis'd Warw. Turne this way Henry and regard them not Exeter They seeke reuenge and therefore will not yeeld Henry Ah Exeter Warw. Why should you sigh my Lord Henry Not for my selfe Lord Warwick but my Sonne Whom I vnnaturally shall dis-inherite But be it as it may I here entayle The Crowne to thee and to thine Heires for euer Conditionally that heere thou take an Oath To cease this Ciuill Warre and whil'st I liue To honor me as thy King and Soueraigne And neyther by Treason nor Hostilitie To seeke to put me downe and reigne thy selfe Plant. This Oath I willingly take and will performe Warw. Long liue King Henry Plantagenet embrace him Henry And long liue thou and these thy forward Sonnes Plant. Now Yorke and Lancaster are reconcil'd Exet. Accurst be he that seekes to make them foes Senet Here they come downe Plant. Farewell my gracious Lord I le to my Castle Warw. And I le keepe London with my Souldiers Norf. And I to Norfolke with my followerâ— Mount And I vnto the Sea from whence I came Henry And I with griefe and sorrow to the Court. Enter the Queene Exeter Heere comes the Queene Whose Lookes be wray her anger I le steale away Henry Exeter so will I. Queene Nay goe not from me I will follow thee Henry Be patient gentle Queene and I will stay Queene Who can be patient in such extreames Ah wretched man would I had dy'de a Maid And neuer seene thee neuer borne thee Sonne Seeing thou hast prou'd so vnnaturall a Father Hath he deseru'd to loose his Birth-right thus Hadst thou but lou'd him halfe so well as I Or felt that paine which I did for him once Or nourisht him as I did with my blood Thou would'st haue left thy dearest heart-blood there Rather then haue made that sauage Duke thine Heire And dis-inherited thine onely Sonne Prince Father you cannot dis-inherite me If you be King why should not I succeede Henry Pardon me Margaret pardon me sweet Sonne The Earle of Warwick and the Duke enforc't me Quee. Enforc't thee Art thou King and wilt be forc't I shame to heare thee speake ah timorous Wretch Thou hast vndone thy selfe thy Sonne and me And giu'n vnto the House of Yorke such head As thou shalt reigne but by their sufferance To entayle him and his Heires vnto the Crowne What is it but to make thy Sepulcher And creepe into it farre before thy time Warwick is Chancelor and the Lord of Callice Sterne Falconbridge commands the Narrow Seas The Duke is made Protector of the Realme And yet shalt thou be safe Such safetie findes The trembling Lambe inuironned with Wolues Had I beene there which am a silly Woman The Souldiers should haue toss'd me on their Pikes Before I would haue granted to that Act. But thou preferr'st thy Life before thine Honor. And seeing thou do'st I here diuorce my selfe Both from thy Table Henry and thy Bed Vntill that Act of Parliament be repeal'd Whereby my Sonne is dis-inherited The Northerne Lords that haue forsworne thy Colours Will follow mine if once they see them spread And spread they shall be to thy foule disgrace And vtter ruine of the House of Yorke Thus doe I leaue thee Come Sonne let 's away Our Army is ready come wee 'le after them Henry Stay gentle Margaret and heare me speake Queene Thou hast spoke too much already get thee gone Henry Gentle Sonne Edward thou wilt stay me Queene I to be murther'd by his Enemies Prince When I returne with victorie to the field I le see your Grace till then I le follow her Queene Come Sonne away we may not linger thus Henry Poore Queene How loue to me and to her Sonne Hath made her breake out into termes of Rage Reueng'd may she be on that hatefull Duke Whose haughtie spirit winged with desire Will cost my Crowne and like an emptie Eagle Tyre on the flesh of me and of my Sonne The losse of those three Lords torments my heart I le write vnto them and entreat them faire Come Cousin you shall be the Messenger Exet. And I I hope shall reconcile them all Exit Flourish Enter Richard Edward and Mountague Richard Brother though I bee youngest giue mee leaue Edward No I can better play the Orator Mount But I haue reasons strong and forceable Enter the Duke of Yorke Yorke Why how now Sonnes and Brother at a strife What is your Quarrell how began it first Edward No Quarrell but a slight Contention Yorke About what Rich. About that which concernes your Grace and vs The Crowne of England Father which is yours Yorke Mine Boy not till King Henry be dead Richard Your Right depends not on his life or death Edward Now you are Heire therefore enioy it now By giuing the House of Lancaster leaue to breathe It will out-runne you Father in the end Yorke I tooke an Oath that hee should quietly reigne Edward But for a Kingdome any Oath may be broken I would breake a thousand Oathes to reigne one yeere Richard No God forbid your Grace should be forsworne Yorke I shall be if I clayme by open
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
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
erre he did it Now this followes Which as I take it is a kinde of Puppie To th' old dam Treason Charles the Emperour Vnder pretence to see the Queene his Aunt For t was indeed his colour but he came To whisper Wolsey here makes visitation His feares were that the Interview betwixt England and France might through their amity Breed him some preiudice for from this League Peep'd harmes that menac'd him Priuily Deales with our Cardinal and as I troa Which I doe well for I am sure the Emperour Paid ere he promis'd whereby his Suit was granted Ere it was ask'd But when the way was made And pau'd with gold the Emperor thus desir'd Thaâ— he would please to alter the Kings course And breake the foresaid peace Let the King know As soone he shall by me that thus the Cardinall Does buy and sell his Honour as he pleases And for his owne aduantage Norf. I am sorry To heare this of him and could wish he were Somthing mistaken in 't Buck. No not a sillable I doe pronounce him in that very shape He shall appeare in proofe Enter Brandon a Sergeant at Armes before him and two or theee of the Guard Brandon Your Office Sergeant execute it Sergeant Sir My Lord the Duke of Buckingham and Earle Of Hertford Stafford and Northampton I Arrest thee of High Treason in the name Of our most Soueraigne King Buck. Lo you my Lord The net has falne vpon me I shall perish Vnder deuice and practise Bran. I am sorry To see you tane from liberty to looke on The busines present T is his Highnes pleasure You shall to th' Tower Buck. It will helpe me nothing To plead mine Innocence for that dye is on me Which makes my whit'st part black The will of Heau'n Be done in this and all things I obey O my Lord Aburgany Fare you well Bran. Nay he must beare you company The King Is pleas'd you shall to th' Tower till you know How he determines further Abur As the Duke said The will of Heauen be done and the Kings pleasure By me obey'd Bran. Here is a warrant from The King t'attach Lord Mountacute and the Bodies Of the Dukes Confessor Iohn de la Car One Gilbert Pecke his Councellour Buck. So so These are the limbs o' th' Plot no more I hope Bra. A Monke o' th' Chartreux Buck O Michaell Hopkins Bra. He. Buck. My Surueyor is falce The ore-great Cardinall Hath shew'd him gold my life is spand already I am the shadow of poore Buckingham Whose Figure euen this instant Clowd puts on By Darkning my cleere Sunne My Lords farewell Exe. Scena Secunda Cornets Enter King Henry leaning on the Cardinals shoulder the Nobles and Sir Thomas Louell the Cardinall places himselfe vnder the Kings feete on his right side King My life it selfe and the best heart of it Thankes you for this great care I stood i' th' leuell Of a full-charg'd consederacie and giue thankes To you that choak'd it Let be cald before vs That Gentleman of Buckinghams in person I le heare him his confessions iustifie And point by point the Treasons of his Maister He shall againe relate A noyse within crying roome for the Queene vsher'd by the Duke of Norfolke Enter the Queene Norfolke and Suffolke she kneels King riseth from his State takes her vp kisses and placeth her by him Queen Nay we must longer kneele I am a Suitor King Arise and take place by vs halfe your Suit Neuer name to vs you haue halfe our power The other moity ere you aske is giuen Repeat your will and take it Queen Thanke your Maiesty That you would loue your selfe and in that loue Not vnconsidered leaue your Honour nor The dignity of your Office is the poynt Of my Petition Kin. Lady mine proceed Queen I am solicited not by a few And those of true condition That your Subiects Are in great grieuance There haue beene Commissions Sent downe among 'em which hath flaw'd the heart Of all their Loyalties wherein although My good Lord Cardinall they vent reproches Most bitterly on you as putter on Of these exactions yet the King our Maister Whose Honor Heauen shield from soile euen he escapes not Language vnmannerly yea such which breakes The sides of loyalty and almost appeares In lowd Rebellion Norf. Not almost appeares It doth appeare for vpon these Taxations The Clothiers all not able to maintaine The many to them longing haue put off The Spinsters Carders Fullers Weauers who Vnfit for other life compeld by hunger And lack of other meanes in desperate manner Daring th' euent too th' teeth are all in vprore And danger serues among them Kin. Taxation Wherein and what Taxation My Lord Cardinall You that are blam'd for it alike with vs Know you of this Taxation Card. Please you Sir I know but of a single part in ought Pertaines to th' State and front but in that File Where others tell steps with me Queen No my Lord You know no more then others But you frame Things that are knowne alike which are not wholsome To those which would not know them and yet must Perforce be their acquaintance These exactions Whereof my Soueraigne would haue note they are Most pestilent to th' hearing and to beare 'em The Backe is Sacrifice to th' load They say They are deuis'd by you er else you suffer Too hard an exclamation Kin. Still Exaction The nature of it in what kinde let 's know Is this Exaction Queen I am much too venturous In tempting of your patience but am boldned Vnder your promis'd pardon The Subiects griefe Comes through Commissions which compels from each The sixt part of his Substance to be leuied Without delay and the pretence for this Is nam'd your warres in France this makes bold mouths Tongues spit their duties out and cold hearts freeze Allegeance in them their curses now Liue where their prayers did and it 's come to passe This tractable obedience is a Slaue To each incensed Will I would your Highnesse Would giue it quicke consideration for There is no primer basenesse Kin. By my life This is against our pleasure Card. And for me I haue no further gone in this then by A single voice and that not past me but By learned approbation of the Iudges If I am Traduc'd by ignorant Tongues which neither know My faculties nor person yet will be The Chronicles of my doing Let me say 'T is but the fate of Place and the rough Brake That Vertue must goe through we must not stint Our necessary actions in the feare To cope malicious Censurers which euer As rau'nous Fishes doe a Vessell follow That is new trim'd but benefit no further Then vainly longing What we oft doe best By sicke Interpreters once weake ones is Not ours or not allow'd what worst as oft Hitting a grosser quality is cride vp For our best Act if we shall stand still In feare our motion will be mock'd or carp'd at We
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
from his mouth expressely Car. Till I finde more then will or words to do it I meane your malice know Officious Lords I dare and must deny it Now I feele Of what course Mettle ye are molded Enuy How eagerly ye follow my Disgraces As if it fed ye and how sleeke and wanton Ye appeare in euery thing may bring my ruine Follow your enuious courses men of Malice You haue Christian warrant for 'em and no doubt In time will finde their fit Rewards That Seale You aske with such a Violence the King Mine and your Master with his owne hand gaue me Bad me enioy it with the Place and Honors During my life and to confirme his Goodnesse Ti'de it by Letters Patents Now who 'll take it Sur. The King that gaue it Car. It must be himselfe then Sur. Thou art a proud Traitor Priest Car. Proud Lord thou lyest Within these fortie houres Surrey durst better Haue burnt that Tongue then saide so Sur. Thy Ambition Thou Scarlet sinne robb'd this bewailing Land Of Noble Buckingham my Father-in-Law The heads of all thy Brother-Cardinals With thee and all thy best parts bound together Weigh'd not a haire of his Plague of your policie You sent me Deputie for Ireland Farre from his succour from the King from all That might haue mercie on the fault thou gau'st him Whil'st your great Goodnesse out of holy pitty Absolu'd him with an Axe Wol. This and all else This talking Lord can lay vpon my credit I answer is most false The Duke by Law Found his deserts How innocent I was From any priuate malice in his end His Noble Iurie and foule Cause can witnesse If I lou'd many words Lord I should tell you You haue as little Honestie as Honor That in the way of Loyaltie and Truth Toward the King my euer Roiall Master Dare mate a sounder man then Surrie can be And all that loue his follies Sur. By my Soule Your long Coat Priest protects you Thou should'st feele My Sword i' th' life blood of thee else My Lords Can ye endure to heare this Arrogance And from this Fellow If we liue thus tamely To be thus Iaded by a peece of Scarlet Farewell Nobilitie let his Grace go forward And dare vs with his Cap like Larkes Card. All Goodnesse Is poyson to thy Stomacke Sur. Yes that goodnesse Of gleaning all the Lands wealth into one Into your owne hands Card'nall by Extortion The goodnesse of your intercepted Packets You writ to ' th Pope against the King your goodnesse Since you prouoke me shall be most notorious My Lord of Norfolke as you are truly Noble As you respect the common good the State Of our despis'd Nobilitie our Issues Whom if he liue will scarse be Gentlemen Produce the grand summe of his sinnes the Articles Collected from his life I le startle you Worse then the Sacring Bell when the browne Wench Lay kissing in your Armes Lord Cardinall Car. How much me thinkes I could despise this man But that I am bound in Charitie against it Nor. Those Articles my Lord are in the Kings hand But thus much they are foule ones Wol. So much fairer And spotlesse shall mine Innocence arise When the King knowes my Truth Sur. This cannot saue you I thanke my Memorie I yet remember Some of these Articles and out they shall Now if you can blush and crie guiltie Cardinall You 'l shew a little Honestie Wol. Speake on Sir I dare your worst Obiections If I blush It is to see a Nobleman want manners Sur. I had rather want those then my head Haue at you First that without the Kings assent or knowledge You wrought to be a Legate by which power You maim'd the Iurisdiction of all Bishops Nor. Then That in all you writ to Rome or else To Forraigne Princes Ego Rex meus Was still inscrib'd in which you brought the King To be your Seruant Suf. Then that without the knowledge Either of King or Councell when you went Ambassador to the Emperor you made bold To carry into Flanders the Great Seale Sur. Item You sent a large Commission To Gregory de Cassado to conclude Without the Kings will or the States allowance A League betweene his Highnesse and Ferrara Suf. That out of meere Ambition you haue caus'd Your holy-Hat to be stampt on the Kings Coine Sur. Then That you haue sent inumerable substance By what meanes got I leaue to your owne conscience To furnish Rome and to prepare the wayes You haue for Dignities to the meere vndooing Of all the Kingdome Many more there are Which since they are of you and odious I will not taint my mouth with Cham. O my Lord Presse not a falling man too farre 't is Vertue His faults lye open to the Lawes let â—em Not you correct him My heart weepes to see him So little of his great Selfe Sur. I forgiue him Suf. Lord Cardinall the Kings further pleasure is Because all those things you haue done of late By your power Legatiue within this Kingdome Fall into ' th' compasse of a Premunire That therefore such a Writ be sued against you To forfeit all your Goods Lands Tenements Castles and whatsoeuer and to be Out of the Kings protection This is my Charge Nor. And so wee 'l leaue you to your Meditations How to liue better For your stubborne answer About the giuing backe the Great Seale to vs The King shall know it and no doubt shal thanke you So fare you well my little good Lord Cardinall Exeunt all but Wolsey Wol. So farewell to the little good you beare me Farewell A long farewell to all my Greatnesse This is the state of Man to day he puts forth The tender Leaues of hopes to morrow Blossomes And beares his blushing Honors thicke vpon him The third day comes a Frost a killing Frost And when he thinkes good easie man full surely His Greatnesse is a ripening nippes his roote And then he fals as I do I haue ventur'd Like little wanton Boyes that swim on bladders This many Summers in a Sea of Glory But farre beyond my depth my high-blowne Pride At length broke vnder me and now ha's left me Weary and old with Seruice to the mercy Of a rude streame that must for euer hide me Vaine pompe and glory of this World I hate ye I feele my heart new open'd Oh how wretched Is that poore man that hangs on Princes fauours There is betwixt that smile we would aspire too That sweet Aspect of Princes and their ruine More pangs and feares then warres or women haue And when he falles he falles like Lucifer Neuer to hope againe Enter Cromwell standing amazed Why how now Cromwell Crom. I haue no power to speake Sir Car. What amaz'd At my misfortunes Can thy Spirit wonder A great man should decline Nay and you weep I am falne indeed Crom. How does your Grace Card. Why well Neuer so truly happy my good Cromwell I know my selfe now and I feele within
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
drowne my booke Solemne musicke Heere enters Ariel before Then Alonso with a franticke gesture attended by Gonzalo Sebastian and Anthonio in like manner attended by Adrian and Francisco They all enter the circle which Prospero had made and there stand charm'd which Prospero obseruing speakes A solemne Ayre and the best comforter To an vnsetled fancie Cure thy braines Now vselesse boile within thy skull there stand For you are Spell-stopt Holy Gonzallo Honourable man Mine eyes ev'n sociable to the shew of thine Fall fellowly drops The charme dissolues apace And as the morning steales vpon the night Melting the darkenesse so their rising sences Begin to chace the ignorant fumes that mantle Their cleerer reason O good Gonzallo My true preseruer and a loyall Sir To him thou follow'st I will pay thy graces Home both in word and deede Most cruelly Did thou Alonso vse me and my daughter Thy brother was a furtherer in the Act Thou art pinch'd for 't now Sebastian Flesh and bloud You brother mine that entertaine ambition Expelld remorse and nature whom with Sebastian Whose inward pinches therefore are most strong Would heere haue kill'd your King I do forgiue thee Vnnaturall though thou art Their vnderstanding Begins to swell and the approching tide Will shortly fill the reasonable shore That now ly foule and muddy not one of them That yet lookes on me or would know me Ariell Fetch me the Hat and Rapier in my Cell I will discase me and my selfe present As I was sometime Millaine quickly Spirit Thou shalt ere long be free Ariell sings and helps to attire him Where the Bee sucks there suck I In a Cowslips bell I lie There I cowch when Owles doe crie On the Batts backe I doe flie after Sommer merrily Merrily merrily shall I liue now Vnder the blossom that hangs on the Bow Pro. Why that 's my dainty Ariell I shall misse Thee but yet thou shalt haue freedome so so so To the Kings ship inuisible as thou art There shalt thou finde the Marriners asleepe Vnder the Hatches the Master and the Boat-swaine Being awake enforce them to this place And presently I pre'thee Ar. I drinke the aire before me and returne Or ere your pulse twice beate Exit Gon. All torment trouble wonder and amazement Inhabits heere some heauenly power guide vs Out of this fearefull Country Pro. Behold Sir King The wronged Duke of Millaine Prospero For more assurance that a liuing Prince Do's now speake to thee I embrace thy body And to thee and thy Company I bid A hearty welcome Alo. Where thou bee'st he or no Or some inchanted triflle to abuse me As late I haue beene I not know thy Pulse Beats as of flesh and blood and since I saw thee Th' affliction of my minde amends with which I feare a madnesse held me this must craue And if this be at all a most strange story Thy Dukedome I resigne and doe entreat Thou pardon me my wrongs But how shold Prospero Be liuing and be heere Pro. First noble Frend Let me embrace thine age whose honor cannot Be measur'd or confin'd Gonz. Whether this be Or be not I 'le not sweare Pro. You doe yet taste Some subtleties o' th' Isle that will not let you Beleeue things certaine Wellcome my friends all But you my brace of Lords were I so minded I heere could plucke his Highnesse frowne vpon you And iustifie you Traitors at this time I will tell no tales Seb. The Diuell speakes in him Pro. No For you most wicked Sir whom to call brother Would euen infect my mouth I do forgiue Thy rankest fault all of them and require My Dukedome of thee which perforce I know Thou must restore Alo. If thou beest Prospero Giue vs particulars of thy preferuation How thou hast met vs heere whom three howres since Were wrackt vpon this shore where I haue lost How sharp the point of this remembrance is My deere sonne Ferdinand Pro. I am woe for 't Sir Alo. Irreparable is the losse and patience Saies it is past her cure Pro. I rather thinke You haue not sought her helpe of whose soft grace For the like losse I haue her soueraigne aid And rest my selfe content Alo. You the like losse Pro. As great to me as late and supportable To make the deere losse haue I meanes much weaker Then you may call to comfort you for I Haue lost my daughter Alo. A daughter Oh heauens that they were liuing both in Nalpes The King and Queene there that they were I wish My selfe were mudded in that oo-zie bed Where my sonne lies when did you lose your daughter Pro. In this last Tempest I perceiue these Lords At this encounter doe so much admire That they deuoure their reason and scarce thinke Their eies doe offices of Truth Their words Are naturall breath but howsoeu'r you haue Beene iustled from your sences know for certain That I am Prospero and that very Duke Which was thrust forth of Millaine who most strangely Vpon this shore where you were wrackt was landed To be the Lord on 't No more yet of this For 't is a Chronicle of day by day Not a relation for a break-fast nor Befitting this first meeting Welcome Sir This Cell's my Court heere haue I few attendants And Subiects none abroad pray you looke in My Dukedome since you haue giuen me againe I will requite you with as good a thing At least bring forth a wonder to content ye As much as me my Dukedome Here Prospero discouers Ferdinand and Miranda playing at Chessei Mir. Sweet Lord you play me false Fer. No my dearest loue I would not for the world Mir. Yes for a score of Kingdomes you should wrangle And I would call it faire play Alo. If this proue A vision of the Island one deere Sonne Shall I twice loose Seb. A most high miracle Fer. Though the Seas threaten they are mercifull I haue curs'd them without cause Alo. Now all the blessings Of a glad father compasse thee about Arise and say how thou cam'st heere Mir. O wonder How many goodly creatures are there heere How beauteous mankinde is O braue new world That has such people in 't Pro. 'T is new to thee Alo. What is this Maid with whom thou was 't at play Your eld'st acquaintance cannot be three houres Is she the goddesse that hath seuer'd vs And brought vs thus together Fer. Sir she is mortall But by immortall prouidence she 's mine I chose her when I could not aske my Father For his aduise nor thought I had one She Is daughter to this famous Duke of Millaine Of whom so often I haue heard renowne But neuer saw before of whom I haue Receiu'd a second life and second Father This Lady makes him to me Alo. I am hers But O how odly will it sound that I Must aske my childe forgiuenesse Pro. There Sir stop Let vs not burthen our remembrances with A heauinesse that 's gon Gon. I haue inly wept Or should haue
spoke ere this looke downe you gods And on this couple drop a blessed crowne For it is you that haue chalk'd forth the way Which brought vs hither Alo. I say Amen Gonzallo Gon. Was Millaine thrust from Millaine that his Issue Should become Kings of Naples O reioyce Beyond a common ioy and set it downe With gold on lasting Pillers In one voyage Did Claribell her husband finde at Tunis And Ferdinand her brother found a wife Where he himselfe was lost Prospero his Dukedome In a poore Isle and all of vs our selues When no man was his owne Alo. Giue me your hands Let griefe and sorrow still embrace his heart That doth not wish you ioy Gon. Be it so Amen Enter Ariell with the Master and Boatswaine amazedly following O looke Sir looke Sir here is more of vs I prophesi'd if a Gallowes were on Land This fellow could not drowne Now blasphemy That swear'st Grace ore-boord not an oath on shore Hast thou no mouth by land What is the newes Bot. The best newes is that we haue safely found Our King and company The next our Ship Which but three glasses since we gaue out split Is tyte and yare and brauely rig'd as when We first put out to Sea Ar. Sir all this seruice Haue I done since I went Pro. My tricksey Spirit Alo. These are not naturall euens they strengthen From strange to stranger say how came you hither Bot. If I did thinke Sir I were well awake I 'ld striue to tell you we were dead of sleepe And how we know not all clapt vnder hatches Where but euen now with strange and seuerall noyses Of roring shreeking howling gingling chaines And mo diuersitie of sounds all horrible We were awak'd straight way at liberty Where we in all our trim freshly beheld Our royall good and gallant Ship our Master Capring to eye her on a trice so please you Euen in a dreame were we diuided from them And were brought moaping hither Ar. Was 't well done Pro. Brauely my diligence thou shalt be free Alo. This is as strange a Maze as ere men trod And there is in this businesse more then nature Was euer conduct of some Oracle Must rectifie our knowledge Pro. Sir my Leige Doe not infest your minde with beating on The strangenesse of this businesse at pickt leisure Which shall be shortly single I 'le resolue you Which to you shall seeme probable of euery These happend accidents till when be cheerefull And thinke of each thing well Come hither Spirit Set Caliban and his companions free Vntye the Spell How fares my gracious Sir There are yet missing of your Companie Some few odde Lads that you remember not Enter Ariell driuing in Caliban Stephano and Trinculo in their stolne Apparell Ste. Euery man shift for all the rest and let No man take care for himselfe for all is But fortune Coragio Bully-Monster Corasio Tri. If these be true spies which I weare in my head here 's a goodly sight Cal. O Setebos these be braue Spirits indeede How fine my Master is I am afraid He will chastise me Seb. Ha ha What things are these my Lord Anthonio Will money buy em Ant. Very like one of them Is a plaine Fish and no doubt marketable Pro. Marke but the badges of these men my Lords Then say if they be true This mishapen knaue His Mother was a Witch and one so strong That could controle the Moone make flowes and ebâ— And deale in her command without her power These three haue robd me and this demy-diuell For he 's a bastard one had plotted with them To take my life two of these Fellowes you Must know and owne this Thing of darkenesse I Acknowledge mine Cal. I shall be pincht to death Alo. Is not this Stephano my drunken Butler Seb. He is drunke now Where had he wine Alo. And Trinculo is reeling ripe where should they Finde this grand Liquor that hath gilded ' em How cam'st thou in this pickle Tri. I haue bin in such a pickle since I saw you last That I feare me will neuer out of my bones I shall not feare fly-blowing Seb. Who how now Stephano Ste. O touch me not I am not Stephano but a Cramp Pro. You 'ld be King o' the Isle Sirha Ste. I should haue bin a sore one then Alo. This is a strange thing as ere I look'd on Pro. He is as disproportion'd in his Manners As in his shape Goe Sirha to my Cell Take with you your Companions as you looke To haue my pardon trim it handsomely Cal. I that I will and I le be wise hereafter And seeke for grace what a thrice double Asse Was I to take this drunkard for a god And worship this dull foole Pro. Goe to away Alo. Hence and bestow your luggage where you found it Seb. Or stole it rather Pro. Sir I inuite your Highnesse and your traine To my poore Cell where you shall take your rest For this one night which part of it I le waste With such discourse as I not doubt shall make it Goe quicke away The story of my life And the particular accidents gon by Since I came to this Isle And in the morne I 'le bring you to your ship and so to Naples Where I haue hope to see the nuptiall Of these our deere-belou'd solemnized And thence retire me to my Millaine where Euery third thought shall be my graue Alo. I long To heare the story of your life which must Take the eare starngely Pro. I 'le deliuer all And promise you calme Seas auspicious gales And saile so expeditious that shall catch Your Royall fleete farre off My Ariel chicke That is thy charge Then to the Elements Be free and fare thou well please you draw neere Exeunt omnes EPILOGVE spoken by Prospero NOw my Charmes are all ore-throwne And what strength I haue's mine owne Which is most faint now 't is true I must be heere confinde by you Or sent to Naples Let me not Since I haue my Dukedome got And pardon'd the deceiuer dwell In this bare Island by your Spell But release me from my bands With the helpe of your good hands Gentle breath of yours my Sailes Must fill or else my proiect failes Which was to please Now I want Spirits to enforce Art to inchant And my ending is despaire Vnlesse I be relieu'd by praier Which pierces so that it assaults Mercy it selfe and frees all faults As you from crimes would pardon'd be Let your Indulgence set me free Exit The Scene an vn-inhabited Island Names of the Actors Alonso K. of Naples Sebastian his Brother Prospero the right Duke of Millaine Anthonio his brother the vsurping Duke of Millaine Ferdinand Son to the King of Naples Gonzalo an honest old Councellor Adrian Francisco Lords Caliban a saluage and deformed slaue Trinculo a Iester Stephano a drunken Butler Master of a Ship Boate-Swaine Marriners Miranda daughter to Prospero Ariell an ayrie spirit Iris Spirits Ceres Spirits Iuno Spirits
forget that Iulia is aliue Remembring that my Loue to her is dead And Valentine I le hold an Enemie Ayming at Siluia as a sweeter friend I cannot now proue constant to my selfe Without some treachery vs'd to Valentine This night he meaneth with a Corded-ladder To climbe celestiall Siluia's chamber window My selfe in counsaile his competitor Now presently I le giue her father notice Of their disguising and pretended flight Who all inrag'd will banish Valentine For Thurio he intends shall wed his daughter But Valentine being gon I le quickely crosse By some slie tricke blunt Thurio's dull proceeding Loue lend me wings to make my purpose swift As thou hast lent me wit to plot this drift Exit Scoena septima Enter Iulia and Lucetta Iul. Counsaile Lucetta gentle girle assist me And eu'n in kinde loue I doe coniure thee Who art the Table wherein all my thoughts Are visibly Character'd and engrau'd To lesson me and tell me some good meane How with my honour I may vndertake A iourney to my louing Protheus Luc. Alas the way is wearisome and long Iul. A true-deuoted Pilgrime is not weary To measure Kingdomes with his feeble steps Much lesse shall she that hath Loues wings to flie And when the flight is made to one so deere Of such diuine perfection as Sir Protheus Luc. Better forbeare till Protheus make returne Iul. Oh know'st y u not his looks are my soules food Pitty the dearth that I haue pined in By longing for that food so long a time Didst thou but know the inly touch of Loue Thou wouldst as soone goe kindle fire with snow As seeke to quench the fire of Loue with words Luc. I doe not seeke to quench your Loues hot fire But qualifie the fires extreame rage Lest it should burne aboue the bounds of reason Iul. The more thou dam'st it vp the more it burnes The Current that with gentle murmure glides Thou know'st being stop'd impatiently doth rage But when his faire course is not hindered He makes sweet musicke with th' enameld stones Giuing a gentle kisse to euery sedge He ouer-taketh in his pilgrimage And so by many winding nookes he straies With willing sport to the wilde Ocean Then let me goe and hinder not my course I le be as patient as a gentle streame And make a pastime of each weary step Till the last step haue brought me to my Loue And there I le rest as after much turmoile A blessed soule doth in Elizium Luc. But in what habit will you goe along Iul. Not like a woman for I would preuent The loose encounters of lasciuious men Gentle Lucetta fit me with such weedes As may beseeme some well reputed Page Luc. Why then your Ladiship must cut your haire Iul. No girle I le knit it vp in silken strings With twentie od-conceited true-loue knots To be fantastique may become a youth Of greater time then I shall shew to be Luc. What fashion Madam shall I make your breeches Iul. That fits as well as tell me good my Lord What compasse will you weare your Farthingale Why eu'n what fashion thou best likes Lucetta Luc. You must needs haue thē with a cod-peece Madam Iul. Out out Lucetta that wil be illfauourd Luc. A round hose Madam now 's not worth a pin Vnlesse you haue a cod-peece to stick pins on Iul. Lucetta as thou lou'st me let me haue What thou think'st meet and is most mannerly But tell me wench how will the world repute me For vndertaking so vnstaid a iourney I feare me it will make me scandaliz'd Luc. If you thinke so then stay at home and go not Iul. Nay that I will not Luc. Then neuer dreame on Infamy but go If Protheus like your iourney when you come No matter who 's displeas'd when you are gone I feare me he will scarce be pleas'd with all Iul. That is the least Lucetta of my feare A thousand oathes an Ocean of his teares And instances of infinite of Loue Warrant me welcome to my Protheus Luc. All these are seruants to deceitfull men Iul. Base men that vse them to so base effect But truer starres did gouerne Protheus birth His words are bonds his oathes are oracles His loue sincere his thoughts immaculate His teares pure messengers sent from his heart His heart as far from fraud as heauen from earth Luc. Pray heau'n he proue so when you come to him Iul. Now as thou lou'st me do him not that wrong To beare a hard opinion of his truth Onely deserue my loue by louing him And presently goe with me to my chamber To take a note of what I stand in need of To furnish me vpon my longing iourney All that is mine I leaue at thy dispose My goods my Lands my reputation Onely in lieu thereof dispatch me hence Come answere not but to it presently I am impatient of my tarriance Exeunt Actus Tertius Scena Prima Enter Duke Thurio Protheus Valentine Launce Speed Duke Sir Thurio giue vs leaue I pray a while We haue some secrets to confer about Now tell me Protheus what 's your will with me Pro. My gracious Lord that which I wold discouer The Law of friendship bids me to conceale But when I call to minde your gracious fauours Done to me vndeseruing as I am My dutie pricks me on to vtter that Which else no worldly good should draw from me Know worthy Prince Sir Valentine my friend This night intends to steale away your daughter My selfe am one made priuy to the plot I know you haue determin'd to bestow her On Thurio whom your gentle daughter hates And should she thus be stolne away from you It would be much vexation to your age Thus for my duties sake I rather chose To crosse my friend in his intended drift Then by concealing it heap on your head A pack of sorrowes which would presse you downe Being vnpreuented to your timelesse graue Duke Protheus I thank thee for thine honest care Which to requite command me while I liue This loue of theirs my selfe haue often seene Haply when they haue iudg'd me fast asleepe And oftentimes haue purpos'd to forbid Sir Valentine her companie and my Court But fearing lest my iealous ayme might erre And so vnworthily disgrace the man A rashnesse that I euer yet haue shun'd I gaue him gentle lookes thereby to finde That which thy selfe hast now disclos'd to me And that thou maist perceiue my feare of this Knowing that tender youth is soone suggested I nightly lodge her in an vpper Towre The key whereof my selfe haue euer kept And thence she cannot be conuay'd away Pro. Know noble Lord they haue deuis'd a meane How he her chamber-window will ascend And with a Corded-ladder fetch her downe For which the youthfull Louer now is gone And this way comes he with it presently Where if it please you you may intercept him But good my Lord doe it so cunningly That my discouery be not aimed at For loue of you not hate
vnto my friend Hath made me publisher of this pretence Duke Vpon mine Honor he shall neuer know That I had any light from thee of this Pro. Adiew my Lord Sir Valentine is comming Duk. Sir Valentine whether away so fast Val. Please it your Grace there is a Messenger That stayes to beare my Letters to my friends And I am going to deliuer them Duk. Be they of much import Val. The tenure of them doth but signifie My health and happy being at your Court. Duk. Nay then no matter stay with me a while I am to breake with thee of some affaires That touch me neere wherein thou must be secret 'T is not vnknown to thee that I haue sought To match my friend Sir Thurio to my daughter Val. I know it well my Lord and sure the Match Were rich and honourable besides the gentleman Is full of Vertue Bounty Worth and Qualities Beseeming such a Wife as your faire daughter Cannot your Grace win her to fancie him Duk. No trust me She is peeuish sullen froward Prowd disobedient stubborne lacking duty Neither regarding that she is my childe Nor fearing me as if I were her father And may I say to thee this pride of hers Vpon aduice hath drawne my loue from her And where I thought the remnant of mine age Should haue beene cherish'd by her child-like dutie I now am full resolu'd to take a wife And tur◠her out to who will take her in Then let her beauty be her wedding dowre For me and my possessions she esteemes not Val. What would your Grace haue me to do in this Duk. There is a Lady in Verona heere Whom I affect but she is nice and coy And naught esteemes my aged eloquence Now therefore would I haue thee to my Tutor For long agone I haue forgot to court Besides the fashion of the time is chang'd How and which way I may bestow my selfe To be regarded in her sun-bright eye Val. Win her with gifts if she respect not words Dumbe Iewels often in their silent kinde More then quicke words doe moue a womans minde Duk. But she did scorne a present that I sent her Val. A woman somtime scorns what best cōtents her Send her another neuer giue her ore For scorne at first makes after-loue the more If she doe frowne 't is not in hate of you But rather to beget more loue in you If she doe chide 't is not to haue you gone For why the fooles are mad if left alone Take no repulse what euer she doth say For get you gon she doth not meane away Flatter and praise commend extoll their graces Though nere so blacke say they haue Angells faces That man that hath a tongue I say is no man If with his tongue he cannot win a woman Duk. But she I meane is promis'd by her friends Vnto a youthfull Gentleman of worth And kept seuerely from resort of men That no man hath accesse by day to her Val. Why then I would resort to her by night Duk. I but the doores be lockt and keyes kept safe That no man hath recourse to her by night Val What letts but one may enter at her window Duk. Her chamber is aloft far from the ground And built so sheluing that one cannot climbe it Without apparant hazard of his life Val Why then a Ladder quaintly made of Cords To cast vp with a paire of anchoring hookes Would serue to scale another Hero's towre So bold Leander would aduenture it Duk. Now as thou art a Gentleman of blood Aduise me where I may haue such a Ladder Val. When would you vse it pray sir tell me that Duk. This very night for Loue is like a childe That longs for euery thing that he can come by Val. By seauen a clock I le get you such a Ladder Duk But harke thee I will goe to her alone How shall I best conuey the Ladder thither Val. It will be light my Lord that you may beare it Vnder a cloake that is of any length Duk. A cloake as long as thine will serue the turne Val I my good Lord. Duk. Then let me see thy cloake I le get me one of such another length Val. Why any cloake will serue the turn my Lord Duk. How shall I fashion me to weare a cloake I pray thee let me feele thy cloake vpon me What Letter is this same what 's here to Siluia And heere an Engine fit for my proceeding I le be so bold to breake the seale for once My thoughts do harbour with my Siluia nightly And slaues they are to me that send them flying Oh could their Master come and goe as lightly Himselfe would lodge where senceles they are lying My Herald Thoughts in thy pure bosome rest-them While I their King that thither them importune Doe curse the grace that with such grace hath blest them Because my selfe doe want my seruants fortune I curse my selfe for they are sent by me That they should harbour where their Lord should be What 's here Siluia this night I will enfranchise thee 'T is so and heere 's the Ladder for the purpose Why Phaeton for thou art Merops sonne Wilt thou aspire to guide the heauenly Car And with thy daring folly burne the world Wilt thou reach stars because they shine on thee Goe base Intruder ouer-weening Slaue Bestow thy fawning smiles on equall mates And thinke my patience more then thy desert Is priuiledge for thy departure hence Thanke me for this more then for all the fauors Which all too much I haue bestowed on thee But if thou linger in my Territories Longer then swiftest expedition Will giue thee time to leaue our royall Court By heauen my wrath shall farre exceed the loue I euer bore my daughter or thy selfe Be gone I will not heare thy vaine excuse But as thou lou'st thy life make speed from hence Val. And why not death rather then liuing torment To die is to be banisht from my selfe And Siluia is my selfe banish'd from her Is selfe from selfe A deadly banishment What light is light if Siluia be not seene What ioy is ioy if Siluia be not by Vnlesse it be to thinke that she is by And feed vpon the shadow of perfection Except I be by Siluia in the night There is no musicke in the Nightingale Vnlesse I looke on Siluia in the day There is no day for me to looke vpon Shee is my essence and I leaue to be If I be not by her faire influence Foster'd illumin'd cherish'd kept aliue I flie not death to flie his deadly doome Tarry I heere I but attend on death But flie I hence I flie away from life Pro. Run boy run run and seeke him out Lau. So-hough Soa hough Pro. What seest thou Lau. Him we goe to finde There 's not a haire on 's head but t' is a Valentine Pro. Valentine Val. No. Pro. Who then his Spirit Val. Neither Pro. What then Val Nothing Lau. Can nothing speake Master shall
change their shapes then men their minds Pro. Then men their minds t is true oh heuen were man But Constant he were perfect that one error Fils him with faults makes him run through all th' sins Inconstancy falls-off ere it begins What is in Siluia's face but I may spie More fresh in Iulia's with a constant eye Val Come come a hand from either Let me be blest to make this happy close 'T were pitty two such friends should be long foes Pro. Beare witnes heauen I haue my wish for euer Iul. And I mine Out-l. A prize a prize a prize Val. Forbeare forbeare I say It is my Lord the Duke Your Grace is welcome to a man disgrac'd Banished Valentine Duke Sir Valentine Thu. Yonder is Siluia and Siluia's mine Val. Thurio giue backe or else embrace thy death Come not within the measure of my wrath Doe not name Siluia thine if once againe Verona shall not hold thee heere she stands Take but possession of her with a Touch I dare thee but to breath vpon my Loue. Thur. Sir Valentine I care not for her I I hold him but a foole that will endanger His Body for a Girle that loues him not I claime her not and therefore she is thine Duke The more degenerate and base art thou To make such meanes for her as thou hast done And leaue her on such slight conditions Now by the honor of my Ancestry I doe applaud thy spirit Valentine And thinke thee worthy of an Empresse loue Know then I heere forget all former greefes Cancell all grudge repeale thee home againe Plead a new state in thy vn-riual'd merit To which I thus subscribe Sir Valentine Thou art a Gentleman and well deriu'd Take thou thy Siluia for thou hast deseru'd her Val I thank your Grace y e gift hath made me happy I now beseech you for your daughters sake To grant one Boone that I shall aske of you Duke I grant it for thine owne what ere it be Val. These banish'd men that I haue kept withall Are men endu'd with worthy qualities Forgiue them what they haue committed here And let them be recall'd from their Exile They are reformed ciuill full of good And fit for great employment worthy Lord. Duke Thou hast preuaild I pardon them and thee Dispose of them as thou knowst their deserts Come let vs goe we will include all iarres With Triumphes Mirth and rare solemnity Val. And as we walke along I dare be bold With our discourse to make your Grace to smile What thinke you of this Page my Lord Duke I think the Boy hath grace in him he blushes Val. I warrant you my Lord more grace then Boy Duke What meane you by that saying Val. Please you I le tell you as we passe along That you will wonder what hath fortuned Come Protheus 't is your pennance but to heare The story of your Loues discouered That done our day of marriage shall be yours One Feast one house one mutuall happinesse Exeunt The names of all the Actors Duke Father to Siluia Valentine the two Gentlemen Protheus the two Gentlemen Anthonio father to Protheus Thurio a foolish riuall to Valentine Eglamoure Agent for Siluia in her escape Host where Iulia lodges Out-lawes with Valentine Speed a clownish seruant to Valentine Launce the like to Protheus Panthion seruant to Antonio Iulia beloued of Protheus Siluia beloued of Valentine Lucetta waighting-woman to Iulia. FINIS THE Merry Wiues of Windsor Actus primus Scena prima Enter Iustice Shallow Slender Sir Hugh Euans Master Page Falstoffe Bardolph Nym Pistoll Anne Page Mistresse Ford Mistresse Page Simple Shallow SIr Hugh perswade me not I will make a Star-Chamber matter of it if hee were twenty Sir Iohn Falstoffs he shall not abuse Robert Shallow Esquire Slen. In the County of Glocester Iustice of Peace and Coram Shal. I Cosen Slender and Cust-alorum Slen. I and Rato lorum too and a Gentleman borne Master Parson who writes himselfe Armigero in any Bill Warrant Quittance or Obligation Armigero Shal. I that I doe and haue done any time these three hundred yeeres Slen. All his successors gone before him hath don 't and all his Ancestors that come after him may they may giue the dozen white Luces in their Coate Shal. It is an olde Coate Euans The dozen white Lowses doe become an old Coat well it agrees well passant It is a familiar beast to man and signifies Loue. Shal. The Luse is the fresh-fish the salt-fish is an old Coate Slen. I may quarter Coz Shal. You may by marrying Euans It is marring indeed if he quarter it Shal. Not a whit Euan. Yes per-lady if he ha's a quarter of your coat there is but three Skirts for your selfe in my simple coniectures but that is all one if Sir Iohn Falstaffe haue committed disparagements vnto you I am of the Church and will be glad to do my beneuolence to make attonements and compremises betweene you Shal. The Councell shall heare it it is a Riot Euan. It is not meet the Councell heare a Riot there is no feare of Got in a Riot The Councell looke you shall desire to heare the feare of Got and not to heare a Riot take your viza-ments in that Shal. Ha o' my life if I were yong againe the sword should end it Euans It is petter that friends is the sword and end it and there is also another deuice in my praine which peraduenture prings goot discretions with it There is Anne Page which is daughter to Master Thomas Page which is pretty virginity Slen. Mistris Anne Page she has browne haire and speakes small like a woman Euans It is that ferry person for all the orld as iust as you will desire and seuen hundred pounds of Moneyes and Gold and Siluer is her Grand-sire vpon his deaths-bed Got deliuer to a ioyfull resurrections giue when she is able to ouertake seuenteene yeeres old It were a goot motion if we leaue our pribbles and prabbles and desire a marriage betweene Master Abraham and Mistris Anne Page Slen. Did her Grand-sire leaue her seauen hundred pound Euan. I and her father is make her a petter penny Slen. I know the young Gentlewoman she has good gifts Euan. Seuen hundred pounds and possibilities is goot gifts Shal. Wel let vs see honest M r Page is Falstaffe there Euan. Shall I tell you a lye I doe despise a lyer as I doe despise one that is false or as I despise one that is not true the Knight Sir Iohn is there and I beseech you be ruled by your well-willers I will peat the doore for M r. Page What hoa Got-plesse your house heere M r. Page Who 's there Euan. Here is go't's plessing and your friend and Iustice Shallow and heere yong Master Slender that peraduentures shall tell you another tale if matters grow to your likings Mâ— Page I am glad to see your Worships well I thanke you for my Venison Master Shallow Shal. Master Page I
the decay of lust and late-walking through the Realme Mist Page Why Sir Iohn do you thinke though wee would haue thrust vertue out of our hearts by the head and shoulders and haue giuen our selues without scruple to hell that euer the deuill could haue made you our delight Ford What a hodge-pudding A bag of flax Mist Page A puft man Page Old cold wither'd and of intollerable entrailes Ford. And one that is as slanderous as Sathan Page And as poore as Iob Ford. And as wicked as his wife Euan. And giuen to Fornications and to Tauernes and Sacke and Wine and Metheglins and to drinkings and swearings and starings Pribles and prables Fal. Well I am your Theame you haue the start of me I am deiected I am not able to answer the Welch Flannell Ignorance it selfe is a plummet ore me vse me as you will Ford. Marry Sir wee 'l bring you to Windsor to one M r Broome that you haue cozon'd of money to whom you should haue bin a Pander ouer and aboue that you haue suffer'd I thinke to repay that money will be a biting affliction Page Yet be cheerefull Knight thou shalt eat a posset to night at my house wher I will desire thee to laugh at my wife that now laughes at thee Tell her M r Slender hath married her daughter Mist Page Doctors doubt that If Anne Page be my daughter she is by this Doctour Caius wife Slen. Whoa hoe hoe Father Page Page Sonne How now How now Sonne Haue you dispatch'd Slen. Dispatch'd I le make the best in Gloftershire know on 't would I were hang'd la else Page Of what sonne Slen. I came yonder at Eaton to marry Mistris Anne Page and she 's a great lubberly boy If it had not bene i' th Church I would haue swing'd him or hee should haue swing'd me If I did not thinke it had beene Anne Page would I might neuer stirre and 't is a Post-masters Boy Page Vpon my life then you tooke the wrong Slen. What neede you tell me that I think so when I tooke a Boy for a Girle If I had bene married to him for all he was in womans apparrell I would not haue had him Page Why this is your owne folly Did not I tell you how you should know my daughter By her garments Slen. I went to her in greene and cried Mum and she cride budget as Anne and I had appointed and yet it was not Anne but a Post-masters boy Mist. Page Good George be not angry I knew of your purpose turn'd my daughter into white and indeede she is now with the Doctor at the Deanrie and there married Cai. Ver is Mistris Page by gar I am cozoned I ha married oon Garsoon a boy oon pesant by gar A boy it is not An Page by gar I am cozened M. Page VVhy did you take her in white Cai. I bee gar and 't is a boy be gar I le raise all Windsor Ford. This is strange Who hath got the right Anne Page My heart misgiues me here comes M r Fenton How now M r Fenton Anne Pardon good father good my mother pardon Page Now Mistris How chance you went not with M r Slender M. Page Why went you not with M r Doctor maid Fen. You do amaze her heare the truth of it You would haue married her most shamefully Where there was no proportion held in loue The truth is she and I long since contracted Are now so sure that nothing can dissolue vs Th' offence is holy that she hath committed And this deceit looses the name of craft Of disobedience or vnduteous title Since therein she doth euitate and shun A thousand irreligious cursed houres Which forced marriage would haue brought vpon her Ford. Stand not amaz'd here is no remedie In Loue the heauens themselues do guide the state Money buyes Lands and wiues are sold by fate Fal. I am glad though you haue tane a special stand to strike at me that your Arrow hath glanc'd Page Well what remedy Fenton heauen giue thee ioy what cannot be eschew'd must be embrac'd Fal. When night-dogges run all sorts of Deere are chac'd Mist Page Well I will muse no further M r Fenton Heauen giue you many many merry dayes Good husband let vs euery one go home And laugh this sport ore by a Countrie fire Sir Iohn and all Ford. Let it be so Sir Iohn To Master Broome you yet shall hold your word For he to night shall lye with Mistris Ford Exeunt FINIS MEASVRE For Measure Actus primus Scena prima Enter Duke Escalus Lords Duke EScalus Esc My Lord. Duk. Of Gouernment the properties to vnfold Would seeme in me t' affect speech discourse Since I am put to know that your owne Science Exceedes in that the lists of all aduice My strength can giue you Then no more remaines But that to your sufficiency as your worth is able And let them worke The nature of our People Our Cities Institutions and the Termes For Common Iustice y' are as pregnant in As Art and practise hath inriched any That we remember There is our Commission From which we would not haue you warpe call hither I say bid come before vs Angelo What figure of vs thinke you he will beare For you must know we haue with speciall soule Elected him our absence to supply Lent him our terror drest him with our loue And giuen his Deputation all the Organs Of our owne powre What thinke you of it Esc If any in Vienna be of worth To vndergoe such ample grace and honour It is Lord Angelo Enter Angelo Duk. Looke where he comes Ang. Alwayes obedient to your Graces will I come to know your pleasure Duke Angelo There is a kinde of Character in thy life That to th' obseruer doth thy history Fully vnfold Thy selfe and thy belongings Are not thine owne so proper as to waste Thy selfe vpon thy vertues they on thee Heauen doth with vs as we with Torches doe Not light them for themselues For if our vertues Did not goe forth of vs 't were all alike As if we had them not Spirits are not finely touch'd But to fine issues nor nature neuer lends The smallest scruple of her excellence But like a thrifty goddesse she determines Her selfe the glory of a creditour Both thanks and vse but I do bend my speech To one that can my part in him aduertise Hold therefore Angelo In our remoue be thou at full our selfe Mortallitie and Mercie in Vienna Liue in thy tongue and heart Old Escalus Though first in question is thy secondary Take thy Commission Ang. Now good my Lord Let there be some more test made of my mettle Before so noble and so great a figure Be stamp't vpon it Duk. No more euasion We haue with a leauen'd and prepared choice Proceeded to you therefore take your honors Our haste from hence is of so quicke condition That it prefers it selfe and leaues vnquestion'd Matters of needfull value We
brother die More then our Brother is our Chastitie I le tell him yet of Angelo's request And fit his minde to death for his soules rest Exit Actus Tertius Scena Prima Enter Duke Claudio and Prouost Du. So then you hope of pardon from Lord Angelo Cla. The miserable haue no other medicine But onely hope I' haue hope to liue and am prepar'd to die Duke Be absolute for death either death or life Shall thereby be the sweeter Reason thus with life If I do loose thee I do loose a thing That none but fooles would keepe a breath thou art Seruile to all the skyie-influences That dost this habitation where thou keepst Hourely afflict Meerely thou art deaths foole For him thou labourst by thy flight to shun And yet runst toward him still Thou art not noble For all th' accommodations that thou bearst Are nurst by basenesse Thou' rt by no meanes valiant For thou dost feare the soft and tender forke Of a poore worme thy best of rest is sleepe And that thou oft prouoakst yet grosselie fearst Thy death which is no more Thou art not thy selfe For thou exists on manie a thousand graines That issue out of dust Happie thou art not For what thou hast not still thou striu'st to get And what thou hast forgetst Thou art not certaine For thy complexion shifts to strange effects After the Moone If thou art rich thou' rt poore For like an Asse whose backe with Ingots bowes Thou bearst thy heauie riches but a iournie And death vnloads thee Friend hast thou none For thine owne bowels which do call thee fire The meere effusion of thy proper loines Do curse the Gowt Sapego and the Rheume For ending thee no sooner Thou hast nor youth nor age But as it were an after-dinners sleepe Dreaming on both for all thy blessed youth Becomes as aged and doth begge the almes Of palsied-Eld and when thou art old and rich Thou hast neither heate affection limbe nor beautie To make thy riches pleasant what 's yet in this That beares the name of life Yet in this life Lie hid moe thousand deaths yet death we feare That makes these oddes all euen Cla. I humblie thanke you To sue to liue I finde I seeke to die And seeking death finde life Let it come on Enter Isabella Isab What hoa Peace heere Grace and good companie Pro. Who 's there Come in the wish deserues a welcome Duke Deere sir ere long I le visit you againe Cla. Most bolie Sir I thanke you Isa My businesse is a word or two with Claudio Pro. And verie welcom looke Signior here 's your sister Duke Prouost a word with you Pro. As manie as you please Duke Bring them to heare me speak where I may be conceal'd Cla. Now sister what 's the comfort Isa Why As all comforts are most good most good indeede Lord Angelo hauing affaires to heauen Intends you for his swift Ambassador Where you shall be an euerlasting Leiger Therefore your best appointment make with speed To Morrow you set on Clau. Is there no remedie Isa None but such remedie as to saue a head To cleaue a heart in twaine Clau. But is there anie Isa Yes brother you may liue There is a diuellish mercie in the Iudge If you 'l implore it that will free your life But fetter you till death Cla. Perpetuall durance Isa I iust perpetuall durance a restraint Through all the worlds vastiditie you had To a determin'd scope Clau. But in what nature Isa In such a one as you consenting too 't Would barke your honor from that trunke you beare And leaue you naked Clau. Let me know the point Isa Oh I do feare thee Claudio and I quake Least thou a feauorous life shouldst entertaine And six or seuen winters more respect Then a perpetuall Honor. Dar'st thou die The sence of death is most in apprehension And the poore Beetle that we treade vpon In corporall sufferance finds a pang as great As when a Giant dies Cla. Why giue you me this shame Thinke you I can a resolution fetch From flowrie tendernesse If I must die I will encounter darknesse as a bride And hugge it in mine armes Isa There spake my brother there my fathers graue Did vtter forth a voice Yes thou must die Thou art too noble to conserue a life In base appliances This outward sainted Deputie Whose setled visagn and deliberate word Nips youth i' th head and follies doth â—new As Falcon doth the Fowle is yet a diuell His filth within being cast he would appeare A pond as deepe as hell Cla. The prenzie Angelo Isa Oh 't is the cunning Liuerie of hell The damnest bodie to inuest and couer In prenzie gardes dost thou thinke Claudio If I would yeeld him my virginitie Thou might'st be freed Cla. Oh heauens it cannot be Isa Yes he would giu 't thee from this rank offence So to offend him still This night 's the time That I should do what I abhorre to name Or else thou diest to morrow Clau. Thou shalt not do 't Isa O were it but my life I 'de throw it downe for your deliuerance As frankely as a pin Clau. Thankes deere Isabell Isa Be readie Claudio for your death to morrow Clau. Yes Has he affections in him That thus can make him bite the Law by th' nose When he would force it Sure it is no sinne Or of the deadly seuen it is the least Isa Which is the least Cla. If it were damnable he being so wise Why would he for the momentarie tricke Be perdurablie fin'de Oh Isabell Isa What saies my brother Cla. Death is a fearefull thing Isa And shamed life a hatefull Cla. I but to die and go we know not where To lie in cold obstruction and to rot This sensible warme motion to become A kneaded clod And the delighted spirit To bath in fierie floods or to recide In thrilling Region of thicke-ribbed Ice To be imprison'd in the viewlesse windes And blowne with restlesse violence round about The pendant world or to be worse then worst Of those that lawlesse and incertaine thought Imagine howling 't is too horrible The weariest and most loathed worldly life That Age Ache periury and imprisonment Can lay on nature is a Paradise To what we feare of death Isa Alas alas Cla. Sweet Sister let me liue What sinne you do to saue a brothers life Nature dispenses with the deede so farre That it becomes a vertue Isa Oh you beast Oh faithlesse Coward oh dishonest wretch Wilt thou be made a man out of my vice Is' t not a kinde of Incest to take life From thine owne sisters shame What should I thinke Heauen shield my Mother plaid my Father faire For such a warped slip of wildernesse Nere issu'd from his blood Take my defiance Die perish Might but my bending downe Repreeue thee from thy fate it should proceede I le pray a thousand praiers for thy death No word to saue thee Cla. Nay heare
thinke What 't is to cram a maw or cloath a backe From such a filthie vice say to thy selfe From their abhominable and beastly touches I drinke I eate away my selfe and liue Canst thou beleeue thy liuing is a life So stinkingly depending Go mend go mend Clo. Indeed it do's stinke in some sort Sir But yet Sir I would proue Duke Nay if the diuell haue giuen thee proofs for sin Thou wilt proue his Take him to prison Officer Correction and Instruction must both worke Ere this rude beast will profit Elb. He must before the Deputy Sir he ha's giuen him warning the Deputy cannot abide a Whore-master if he be a Whore-monger and comes before him he were as good go a mile on his errand Duke That we were all as some would seeme to bee From our faults as faults from seeming free Enter Lucio Elb. His necke will come to your wast a Cord sir Clo. I spy comfort I cry baile Here 's a Gentleman and a friend of mine Luc. How now noble Pompey What at the wheels of Caesar Art thou led in triumph What is there none of Pigmalions Images newly made woman to bee had now for putting the hand in the pocket and extracting clutch'd What reply Ha What saist thou to this Tune Matter and Method Is' t not drown'd i' th last raine Ha What saist thou Trot Is the world as it was Man Which is the vvay Is it sad and few words Or how The tricke of it Duke Still thus and thus still vvorse Luc. How doth my deere Morsell thy Mistris Procures she still Ha Clo. Troth sir shee hath eaten vp all her beefe and she is her selfe in the tub Luc. Why 't is good It is the right of it it must be so Euer your fresh Whore and your pouder'd Baud an vnshun'd consequence it must be so Art going to prison Pompey Clo. Yes faith sir Luc. Why 't is not amisse Pompey farewell goe say I sent thee thether for debt Pompey Or how Elb. For being a baud for being a baud Luc. Well then imprison him If imprisonment be the due of a baud why 't is his right Baud is he doubtlesse and of antiquity too Baud borne Farwell good Pompey Commend me to the prison Pompey you will turne good husband now Pompey you vvill keepe the house Clo. I hope Sir your good Worship wil be my baile Luc. No indeed vvil I not Pompey it is not the wear I will pray Pompey to encrease your bondage if you take it not patiently Why your mettle is the more Adieu trustie Pompey Blesse you Friar Duke And you Luc. Do's Bridgeâ— paint still Pompey Ha Elb. Come your waies sir come Clo. You will not baile me then Sir Luc. Then Pompey nor now what newes abroad Frier What newes Elb. Come your waies sir come Luc. Goe to kennell Pompey goe What newes Frier of the Duke Duke I know none can you tell me of any Luc. Some say he is with the Emperor of Russia other some he is in Rome but where is he thinke you Duke I know not where but wheresoeuer I wish him well Luc. It was a mad fantasticall tricke of him to steale from the State and vsurpe the beggerie hee was neuer borne to Lord Angelo Dukes it well in his absence he puts transgression too 't Duke He do's well in 't Luc. A little more lenitie to Lecherie would doe no harme in him Something too crabbed that way Frier Duk. It is too general a vice and seueritie must cure it Luc. Yes in good sooth the vice is of a great kindred it is vvell allied but it is impossible to extirpe it quite Frier till eating and drinking be put downe They say this Angelo vvas not made by Man and Woman after this downe-right vvay of Creation is it true thinke you Duke How should he be made then Luc. Some report a Sea-maid spawn'd him Some that he vvas begot betweene two Stock-fishes But it is certaine that when he makes water his Vrine is congeal'd ice that I know to bee true and he is a motion generatiue that 's infallible Duke You are pleasant sir and speake apace Luc. Why what a ruthlesse thing is this in him for the rebellion of a Cod-peece to take away the life of a man Would the Duke that is absent haue done this Ere he vvould haue hang'd a man for the getting a hundred Bastards he vvould haue paide for the Nursing a thousand He had some feeling of the sport hee knew the seruice and that instructed him to mercie Duke I neuer heard the absent Duke much detected for Women he was not enclin'd that vvay Luc. Oh Sir you are deceiu'd Duke 'T is not possible Luc. Who not the Duke Yes your beggar of fifty and his vse was to put a ducket in her Clack-dish the Duke had Crochets in him Hee would be drunke too that let me informe you Duke You do him wrong surely Luc. Sir I vvas an inward of his a shie fellow vvas the Duke and I beleeue I know the cause of his vvithdrawing Duke What I prethee might be the cause Luc. No pardon 'T is a secret must bee looke within the teeth and the lippes but this I can let you vnderstand the greater file of the subiect held the Duke to be vvise Duke Wise Why no question but he was Luc. A very superficiall ignorant vnweighing fellow Duke Either this is Enuie in you Folly or mistaking The very streame of his life and the businesse he hath helmed must vppon a warranted neede giue him a better proclamation Let him be but testimonied in his owne bringings forth and hee shall appeare to the enuious a Scholler a Statesman and a Soldier therefore you speake vnskilfully or if your knowledge bee more it is much darkned in your malice Luc. Sir I know him and I loue him Duke Loue talkes with better knowledge knowledge with deare loue Luc. Come Sir I know what I know Duke I can hardly beleeue that since you know not what you speake But if euer the Duke returne as our praiers are he may let mee desire you to make your answer before him if it bee honest you haue spoke you haue courage to maintaine it I am bound to call vppon you and I pray you your name Luc. Sir my name is Lucio wel known to the Duke Duke He shall know you better Sir if I may liue to report you Luc. I feare you not Duke O you hope the Duke will returne no more or you imagine me to vnhurtfull an opposite but indeed I can doe you little harme You 'll for-sweare this againe Luc. I le be hang'd first Thou art deceiu'd in mee Friar But no more of this Canst thou tell if Claudio die to morrow or no Duke Why should he die Sir Luc. Why For filling a bottle with a Tunne-dish I would the Duke we talke of were return'd againe this vngenitur'd Agent will vn-people the Prouince with Continencie Sparrowes must not build in his
houseeeues because they are lecherous The Duke yet would haue darke deeds darkelie answered hee would neuer bring them to light would hee were return'd Marrie this Claudio is condemned for vntrussing Farwell good Friar I prethee pray for me The Duke I say to thee againe would eate Mutton on Fridaies He 's now past it yet and I say to thee hee would mouth with a beggar though she smelt browne-bread and Garlicke say that I said so Farewell Exit Duke No might nor greatnesse in mortality Can censure scape Back-wounding calumnie The whitest vertue strikes What King so strong Can tie the gall vp in the slanderous tong But who comes heere Enter Escalus Prouost and Bawd Esc Go away with her to prison Bawd Good my Lord be good to mee your Honor is accounted a mercifull man good my Lord. Esc Double and trebble admonition and still forfeite in the same kinde This would make mercy sweare and play the Tirant Pro. A Bawd of eleuen yeares continuance may it please your Honor. Bawd My Lord this is one Lucio's information against me Mistris Kate Keepe-downe was with childe by him in the Dukes time he promis'd her marriage his Childe is a yeere and a quarter olde come Philip and Iacob I haue kept it my selfe and see how hee goes about to abuse me Esc That fellow is a fellow of much License Let him be call'd before vs. Away with her to prison Goe too no more words Prouost my Brother Angelo will not be alter'd Claudio must die to morrow Let him be furnish'd with Diuines and haue all charitable preparation If my brother wrought by my pitie it should not be so with him Pro. So please you this Friar hath beene with him and aduis'd him for th' entertainment of death Esc Good'euen good Father Duke Blisse and goodnesse on you Esc Of whence are you Duke Not of this Countrie though my chance is now To vse it for my time I am a brother Of gracious Order late come from the Sea In speciall businesse from his Holinesse Esc What newes abroad i' th World Duke None but that there is so great a Feauor on goodnesse that the dissolution of it must cure it Noueltie is onely in request and as it is as dangerous to be aged in any kinde of course as it is vertuous to be constant in any vndertaking There is scarse truth enough aliue to make Societies secure but Securitie enough to make Fellowships accurst Much vpon this riddle runs the wisedome of the world This newes is old enough yet it is euerie daies newes I pray you Sir of what disposition was the Duke Esc One that aboue all other strifes Contended especially to know himselfe Duke What pleasure was he giuen to Esc Rather reioycing to see another merry then merrrie at anie thing which profest to make him reioice A Gentleman of all temperance But leaue wee him to his euents with a praier they may proue prosperous let me desire to know how you finde Claudio prepar'd I am made to vnderstand that you haue lent him visitation Duke He professes to haue receiued no sinister measure from his Iudge but most willingly humbles himselfe to the determination of Iustice yet had he framed to himselfe by the instruction of his frailty manie deceyuing promises of life which I by my good leisure haue discredited to him and now is he resolu'd to die Esc You haue paid the heauens your Function and the prisoner the verie debt of your Calling I haue labour'd for the poore Gentleman to the extremest shore of my modestie but my brother-Iustice haue I found so seuere that he hath forc'd me to tell him hee is indeede Iustice Duke If his owne life Answere the straitnesse of his proceeding It shall become him well wherein if he chance to faile he hath sentenc'd himselfe Esc I am going to visit the prisoner Fare you well Duke Peace be with you He who the sword of Heauen will beare Should be as holy as seueare Patterne in himselfe to know Grace to stand and Vertue go More nor lesse to others paying Then by selfe-offences weighing Shame to him whose cruell striking Kils for faults of his owne liking Twice trebble shame on Angelo To vveede my vice and let his grow Oh what may Man within him hide Though Angel on the outward side How may likenesse made in crimes Making practise on the Times To draw with ydle Spiders strings Most ponderous and substantiall things Craft against vice I must applie With Angelo to night shall lye His old betroathed but despised So disguise shall by th' disguised Pay with falshood falfe exacting And performe an olde contracting Exit Actus Quartus Scoena Prima Enter Mariana and Boy singing Song Take oh take those lips away that so sweetly were for sworne And those eyes the breake of day lights that doe mislead the Morne But my kisses bring againe bring againe Seales of loue but seal'd in vaine seal'd in vaine Enter Duke Mar. Breake off thy song and haste thee quick away Here comes a man of comfort whose aduice Hath often still'd my brawling discontent I cry you mercie Sir and well could wish You had not found me here so musicall Let me excuse me and beleeue me so My mirth it much displeas'd but pleas'd my woe Duk. 'T is good though Musick oft hath such a charme To make bad good and good prouoake to harme I pray you tell me hath any body enquir'd for mee here to day much vpon this time haue I promis'd here to meete Mar. You haue not bin enquir'd after I haue sat here all day Enter Isabell Duk. I doe constantly beleeue you the time is come euen now I shall craue your forbearance a little may be I will call vpon you anone for some aduantage to your selfe Mar. I am alwayes bound to you Exit Duk. Very well met and well come What is the newes from this good Deputie Isab He hath a Garden circummur'd with Bricke Whose westerne side is with a Vineyard back't And to that Vineyard is a planched gate That makes his opening with this bigger Key This other doth command a little doore Which from the Vineyard to the Garden leades There haue I made my promise vpon the Heauy midle of the night to call vpon him Duk. But shall you on your knowledge find this way Isab I haue t'ane a due and wary note vpon 't With whispering and most guiltie diligence In action all of precept he did show me The way twice ore Duk. Are there no other tokens Betweene you 'greed concerning her obseruance Isab No none but onely a repaire i th' darke And that I haue possest him my most stay Can be but briefe for I haue made him know I haue a Seruant comes with me along That staies vpon me whose perswasion is I come about my Brother Duk. 'T is well borne vp I haue not yet made knowne to Mariana Enter Mariana A word of this what hoa within come forth I
pray you be acquainted with this Maid She comes to doe you good Isab I doe desire the like Duk. Do you perswade your selfe that I respect you Mar. Good Frier I know you do and haue found it Duke Take then this your companion by the hand Who hath a storie readie for your eare I shall attend your leisure but make haste The vaporous night approaches Mar. Wilt please you walke aside Exit Duke Oh Place and greatnes millions of false eies Are stucke vpon thee volumes of report Run with these false and most contrarious Quest Vpon thy doings thousand escapes of wit Make thee the father of their idle dreame And racke thee in their fancies Welcome how agreed Enter Mariana and Isabella Isab Shee 'll take the enterprize vpon her father If you aduise it Duke It is not my consent But my entreaty too Isa Little haue you to say When you depart from him but soft and low Remember now my brother Mar. Feare me not Duk. Nor gentle daughter feare you not at all He is your husband on a pre-contract To bring you thus together 't is no sinne Sith that the Iustice of your title to him Doth flourish the deceit Come let vs goe Our Corne's to reape for yet our Tithes to sow Exeunt Scena Secunda Enter Prouost and Clowne Pro. Come hither sirha can you cut off a mans head Clo. If the man be a Bachelor Sir I can But is he be a married man he 's his wiues head And I can neuer cut off a womans head Pro. Come sir leaue me your snatches and yeeld mee a direct answere To morrow morning are to die Claudio and Barnardine heere is in our prison a common executioner who in his office lacks a helper if you will take it on you to assist him it shall redeeme you from your Gyues if not you shall haue your full time of imprisonment and your deliuerance with an vnpittied whipping for you haue beene a notorious bawd Clo. Sir I haue beene an vnlawfull bawd time out of minde but yet I will bee content to be a lawfull hang-man I would bee glad to receiue some instruction from my fellow partner Pro. What hoa Abhorson where 's Abhorson there Enter Abhorson Abh. Doe you call sir Pro. Sirha here 's a fellow will helpe you to morrow in your execution if you thinke it meet compound with him by the yeere and let him abide here with you if not vse him for the present and dismisse him hee cannot plead his estimation with you he hath beene a Bawd Abh. A Bawd Sir fie vpon him he will discredit our mysterie Pro. Goe too Sir you waigh equallie a feather will turne the Scale Exit Clo. Pray sir by your good fauor for surely sir a good fauor you haue but that you haue a hanging look Doe you call sir your occupation a Mysterie Abh. I Sir a Misterie Clo. Painting Sir I haue heard say is a Misterie and your Whores sir being members of my occupation vsing painting do proue my Occupation a Misterie but what Misterie there should be in hanging if I should be hang'd I cannot imagine Abh. Sir it is a Misterie Clo. Proofe Abh. Euerie true mans apparrell fits your Theefe Clo. If it be too little for your theefe your true man thinkes it bigge enough If it bee too bigge for your Theefe your Theefe thinkes it little enough So euerie true mans apparrell fits your Theefe Enter Prouost Pro. Are you agreed Clo. Sir I will serue him For I do finde your Hang-man is a more penitent Trade then your Bawd he doth oftner aske forgiuenesse Pro. You sirrah prouide your blocke and your Axe to morrow foure a clocke Abh. Come on Bawd I will instruct thee in my Trade follow Clo. I do desire to learne sir and I hope if you haue occasion to vse me for your owne turne you shall finde me y' are For truly sir for your kindnesse I owe you a good turne Exit Pro. Call hether Barnardine and Claudio Th' one has my pitie not a iot the other Being a Murtherer though he were my brother Enter Claudio Looke here 's the Warrant Claudio for thy death 'T is now dead midnight and by eight to morrow Thou must be made immortall Where 's Barnardine Cla. As fast lock'd vp in sleepe as guiltlesse labour When it lies starkely in the Trauellers bones He will not wake Pro. Who can do good on him Well go prepare your selfe But harke what noise Heauen giue your spirits comfort by and by I hope it is some pardon or repreeue For the most gentle Claudio Welcome Father Enter Duke Duke The best and wholsomst spirits of the night Inuellop you good Prouost who call'd heere of late Pro. None since the Curphew rung Duke Not Isabell Pro. No. Duke They will then er 't be long Pro. What comfort is for Claudio Duke There 's some in hope Pro. It is a bitter Deputie Duke Not so not so his life is paralel'd Euen with the stroke and line of his great Iustice He doth with holie abstinence subdue That in himselfe which he spurres on his powre To qualifie in others were he meal'd with that Which he corrects then were he tirrannous But this being so he 's iust Now are they come This is a gentle Prouost sildome when The steeled Gaoler is the friend of men How now what noise That spirit 's possest with hast That wounds th' vnsisting Posterne with these strokes Pro. There he must stay vntil the Officer Arise to let him in he is call'd vp Duke Haue you no countermand for Claudio yet But he must die to morrow Pro. None Sir none Duke As heere the dawning Prouost as it is You shall heare more ere Morning Pro. Happely You something know yet I beleeue there comes No countermand no such example haue we Besides vpon the verie siege of Iustice Lord Angelo hath to the publike eare Profest the contrarie Enter a Messenger Duke This is his Lords man Pro. And heere comes Claudio's pardon Mess My Lord hath sent you this note And by mee this further charge That you swerue not from the smallest Article of it Neither in time matter or other circumstance Good morrow for as I take it it is almost day Pro. I shall obey him Duke This is his Pardon purchas'd by such sin For which the Pardoner himselfe is in Hence hath offence his quicke celeritie When it is borne in high Authority When Vice makes Mercie Mercie 's so extended That for the faults loue is th' offender friended Now Sir what newes Pro. I told you Lord Angelo be-like thinking me remisse In mine Office awakens mee With this vnwonted putting on methinks strangely For he hath not vs'd it before Duk. Pray you let 's heare The Letter Whatsoeuer you may heare to the contrary let Claudio be executed by foure of the clocke and in the afternoone Bernardine For my better satisfaction let mee haue Claudios head sent me by fiue Let this be duely performed
with a thought that more depends on it then we must yet deliuer Thus faile not to doe your Office as you will answere it at your perill What say you to this Sir Duke What is that Barnardine who is to be executed in th' afternoone Pro. A Bohemian borne But here nurst vp bred One that is a prisoner nine yeeres old Duke How came it that the absent Duke had not either deliuer'd him to his libertie or executed him I haue heard it was euer his manner to do so Pro. His friends still wrought Repreeues for him And indeed his fact till now in the gouernment of Lord Angelo came not to an vndoubtfull proofe Duke It is now apparant Pro. Most manifest and not denied by himselfe Duke Hath he borne himselfe penitently in prison How seemes he to be touch'd Pro. A man that apprehends death no more dreadfully but as a drunken sleepe carelesse wreaklesse and fearelesse of what 's past present or to come insensible of mortality and desperately mortall Duke He wants aduice Pro. He wil heare none he hath euermore had the liberty of the prison giue him leaue to escape hence hee would not Drunke many times a day if not many daies entirely drunke We haue verie oft awak'd him as if to carrie him to execution and shew'd him a seeming warrant for it it hath not moued him at all Duke More of him anon There is written in your brow Prouost honesty and constancie if I reade it not truly my ancient skill beguiles me but in the boldnes of my cunning I will lay my selfe in hazard Claudio whom heere you haue warrant to execute is no greater forfeit to the Law then Angelo who hath sentenc'd him To make you vnderstand this in a manifested effect I craue but foure daies respit for the which you are to do me both a present and a dangerous courtesie Pro. Pray Sir in what Duke In the delaying death Pro. Alacke how may I do it Hauing the houre limited and an expresse command vnder penaltie to deliuer his head in the view of Angelo I may make my case as Claudio's to crosse this in the smallest Duke By the vow of mine Order I warrant you If my instructions may be your guide Let this Barnardine be this morning executed And his head borne to Angelo Pro. Angelo hath seene them both And will discouer the fauour Duke Oh death 's a great disguiser and you may adde to it Shaue the head and tie the beard and say it was the desire of the penitent to be so bar'de before his death you know the course is common If any thing fall to you vpon this more then thankes and good fortune by the Saint whom I professe I will plead against it with my life Pro. Pardon me good Father it is against my oath Duke Were you sworne to the Duke or to the Deputie Pro. To him and to his Substitutes Duke You will thinke you haue made no offence if the Duke auouch the iustice of your dealing Pro. But what likelihood is in that Duke Not a resemblance but a certainty yet since I see you fearfull that neither my coate integrity nor perswasion can with ease attempt you I wil go further then I meant to plucke all feares out of you Looke you Sir heere is the hand and Seale of the Duke you know the Charracter I doubt not and the Signet is not strange to you Pro. I know them both Duke The Contents of this is the returne of the Duke you shall anon ouer-reade it at your pleasure where you shall finde within these two daies he wil be heere This is a thing that Angelo knowes not for hee this very day receiues letters of strange tenor perchance of the Dukes death perchance entering into some Monasterie but by chance nothing of what is writ Looke th' vnfolding Starre calles vp the Shepheard put not your selfe into amazement how these things should be all difficulties are but easie vvhen they are knowne Call your executioner and off with Barnardines head I will giue him a present shrift and aduise him for a better place Yet you are amaz'd but this shall absolutely resolue you Come away it is almost cleere dawne Exit Scena Tertia Enter Clowne Clo. I am as well acquainted heere as I was in our house of profession one would thinke it vvere Mistris Ouer-dons owne house for heere be manie of her olde Customers First here 's yong M r Rash hee 's in for a commoditie of browne paper and olde Ginger nine score and seuenteene pounds of which hee made fiue Markes readie money marrie then Ginger was not much in request for the olde Women vvere all dead Then is there heere one M r Caper at the suite of Master Three-Pile the Mercer for some foure suites of Peach-colour'd Satten which now peaches him a beggar Then haue vve heere yong Dizie and yong M r Deepe-vow and M r Copperspurre and M r Starue-Lackey the Rapier and dagger man and yong Drop-heire that kild lustie Pudding and M r Forthlight the Tilter and braue M r Shootie the great Traueller and wilde Halfe-Canne that stabb'd Pots and I thinke fortie more all great doers in our Trade and are now for the Lords sake Enter Abhorson Abh. Sirrah bring Barnardine hether Clo. M r Barnardine you must rise and be hang'd M r Barnardine Abh. What hoa Barnardine Barnardine within Bar. A pox o' your throats who makes that noyse there What are you Clo. Your friends Sir the Hangman You must be so good Sir to rise and be put to death Bar. Away you Rogue away I am sleepie Abh. Tell him he must awake And that quickly too Clo Pray Master Barnardine awake till you are executed and sleepe afterwards Ab. Go in to him and fetch him out Clo. He is comming Sir he is comming I heare his Straw russle Enter Barnardine Abh. Is the Axe vpon the blocke sirrah Clo. Verie readie Sir Bar. How now Abhorson What 's the newes vvith you Abh. Truly Sir I would desire you to clap into your prayers for looke you the Warrants come Bar. You Rogue I haue bin drinking all night I am not fitted for 't Clo. Oh the better Sir for he that drinkes all night and is hanged betimes in the morning may sleepe the sounder all the next day Enter Duke Abh. Looke you Sir heere comes your ghostly Father do we iest now thinke you Duke Sir induced by my charitie and hearing how hastily you are to depart I am come to aduise you Comfort you and pray with you Bar. Friar not I I haue bin drinking hard all night and I will haue more time to prepare mee or they shall beat out my braines with billets I will not consent to die this day that 's certaine Duke Oh sir you must and therefore I beseech you Looke forward on the iournie you shall go Bar. I sweare I will not die to day for anie mans perswasion Duke But heare you Bar. Not a word
would yet he had liued Alack when once our grace we haue forgot Nothing goes right we would and we would not Exit Scena Quinta Enter Duke and Frier Peter Duke These Letters at fit time deliuer me The Prouost knowes our purpose and our plot The matter being a foote keepe your instruction And hold you euer to our speciall drift Though sometimes you doe blench from this to that As cause doth minister Goe call at Flauia's house And tell him where I stay giue the like notice To Valencius Rowland and to Crassus And bid them bring the Trumpets to the gate But send me Flauius first Peter It shall be speeded well Enter Varrius Duke I thank thee Varrius thou hast made good hast Come we will walke There 's other of our friends Will greet vs heere anon my gentle Varrius Exeunt Scena Sexta Enter Isabella and Mariana Isa To speak so in directly I am loath I would say the truth but to accuse him so That is your part yee I â—m aduis'd to doe it He saies to vaile full purpose Mar. Be rul'd by him Isab Besides he tells me that if peraduenture He speake against me on the aduerse side I should not thinke it strange for 't is a physicke That 's bitter to sweet end Enter Peter Mar. I would Frier Peter Isab Oh peace the Frier is come Peter Come I haue found you out a stand most fit Where you may haue such vantage on the Duke He shall not passe you Twice haue the Trumpets sounded The generous and grauest Citizens Haue hent the gates and very neere vpon The Duke is entring Therefore hence away Exeunt Actus Quintus Scoena Prima Enter Duke Varrius Lords Angelo Esculus Lucio Citizens at seuerall doores Duk. My very worthy Cosen fairely met Our old and faithfull friend we are glad to see you Ang. Esc Happy returne be to your royall grace Duk. Many and harty thankings to you both We haue made enquiry of you and we heare Such goodnesse of your Iustice that our soule Cannot but yeeld you forth to publique thankes Forerunning more requitall Ang. You make my bonds still greater Duk. Oh your desert speaks loud I should wrong it To locke it in the wards of couert bosome When it deserues with characters of brasse A forted residence ' gainst the tooth of time And razure of obliuion Giue we your hand And let the Subiect see to make them know That outward curtesies would faine proclaime Fauours that keepe within Come Escalus You must walke by vs on our other hand And good supporters are you Enter Peter and Isabella Peter Now is your time Speake loud and kneele before him Isab Iustice O royall Duke vaile your regard Vpon a wrong'd I would faine haue said a Maid Oh worthy Prince dishonor not your eye By throwing it on any other obiect Till you haue heard me in my true complaint And giuen me Iustice Iustice Iustice Iustice Duk. Relate your wrongs In what by whom be briefe Here is Lord Angelo shall giue you Iustice Reueale your selfe to him Isab Oh worthy Duke You bid me seeke redemption of the diuell Heare me your selfe for that which I must speake Must either punish me not being beleeu'd Or wring redresse from you Heare me oh heare me heere Ang. My Lord her wits I feare me are not firme She hath bin a suitor to me for her Brother Cut off by course of Iustice Isab By course of Iustice Ang. And she will speake most bitterly and strange Isab Most strange but yet most truely wil I speake That Angelo's forsworne is it not strange That Angelo's a murtherer is' t not strange That Angelo is an adulterous thiefe An hypocrite a virgin violator Is it not strange and strange Duke Nay it is ten times strange Isa It is not truer he is Angelo Then this is all as true as it is strange Nay it is ten times true for truth is truth To th' end of reckning Duke Away with her poore soule She speakes this in th' infirmity of sence Isa Oh Prince I coniure thee as thou beleeu'st There is another comfort then this world That thou neglect me not with that opinion That I am touch'd with madnesse make not impossible That which but seemes vnlike 't is not impossible But one the wickedst caitiffe on the ground May seeme as shie as graue as iust as absolute As Angelo euen so may Angelo In all his dressings caracts titles formes Be an arch-villaine Beleeue it royall Prince If he be lesse he 's nothing but he 's more Had I more name for badnesse Duke By mine honesty If she be mad as I beleeue no other Her madnesse hath the oddest frame of sense Such a dependancy of thing on thing As ere I heard in madnesse Isab Oh gracious Duke Harpe not on that nor do not banish reason For inequality but let your reason serue To make the truth appeare where it seemes hid And hide the false seemes true Duk. Many that are not mad Haue sure more lacke of reason What would you say Isab I am the Sister of one Claudio Condemnd vpon the Act of Fornication To loose his head condemn'd by Angelo I in probation of a Sisterhood Was sent to by my Brother one Lucio As then the Messenger Luc. That 's I and 't like your Grace I came to her from Claudio and desir'd her To try her gracious fortune with Lord Angelo For her poore Brothers pardon Isab That 's he indeede Duk. You were not bid to speake Luc. No my good Lord Nor wish'd to hold my peace Duk. I wish you now then Pray you take note of it and when you haue A businesse for your selfe pray heauen you then Be perfect Luc. I warrant your honor Duk. The warrant 's for your selfe take heede to 't Isab This Gentleman told somewhat of my Tale. Luc. Right Duk. It may be right but you are i' the wrong To speake before your time proceed Isab I went To this pernicious Caitiffe Deputie Duk. That 's somewhat madly spoken Isab Pardon it The phrase is to the matter Duke Mended againe the matter proceed Isab In briefe to set the needlesse processe by How I perswaded how I praid and kneel'd How he refeld me and how I replide For this was of much length the vild conclusion I now begin with griefe and shame to vtter He would not but by gift of my chaste body To his concupiscible intemperate lust Release my brother and after much debatement My sisterly remorse confutes mine honour And I did yeeld to him But the next morne betimes His purpose surfetting he sends a warrant For my poore brothers head Duke This is most likely Isab Oh that it were as like as it is true Duk. By heauen fond wretch y u knowst not what thou speak'st Or else thou art suborn'd against his honor In hatefull practise first his Integritie Stands without blemish next it imports no reason That with such vehemency he should pursue Faults proper to
himselfe if he had so offended He would haue waigh'd thy brother by himselfe And not haue cut him off some one hath set you on Confesse the truth and say by whose aduice Thou cam'st heere to complaine Isab And is this all Then oh you blessed Ministers aboue Keepe me in patience and with ripened time Vnfold the euill which is heere wrapt vp In countenance heauen shield your Grace from woe As I thus wrong'd hence vnbeleeued goe Duke I know you 'ld faine be gone An Officer To prison with her Shall we thus permit A blasting and a scandalous breath to fall On him so neere vs This needs must be a practise Who knew of your intent and comming hither Isa One that I would were heere Frier Lodowick Duk. A ghostly Father belike Who knowes that Lodowicke Luc. My Lord I know him 't is a medling Fryer I doe not like the man had he been Lay my Lord For certaine words he spake against your Grace In your retirment I had swing'd him soundly Duke Words against mee this 'a good Fryer belike And to set on this wretched woman here Against our Substitute Let this Fryer be found Luc. But yesternight my Lord she and that Fryer I saw them at the prison a sawcy Fryar A very scuruy fellow Peter Blessed be your Royall Grace I haue stood by my Lord and I haue heard Your royall eare abus'd first hath this woman Most wrongfully accus'd your Substitute Who is as free from touch or soyle with her As she from one vngot Duke We did beleeue no lesse Know you that Frier Lodowick that she speakes of Peter I know him for a man diuine and holy Not scuruy nor a temporary medler As he 's reported by this Gentleman And on my trust a man that neuer yet Did as he vouches mis-report your Grace Luc. My Lord most villanously beleeue it Peter Well he in time may come to cleere himselfe But at this instant he is sicke my Lord Of a strange Feauor vpon his meere request Being come to knowledge that there was complaint Intended ' gainst Lord Angelo came I hether To speake as from his mouth what he doth know Is true and false And what he with his oath And all probation will make vp full cleare When soeuer he 's conuented First for this woman To iustifie this worthy Noble man So vulgarly and personally accus'd Her shall you heare disproued to her eyes Till she her selfe confesse it Duk. Good Frier let 's heare it Doe you not smile at this Lord Angelo Oh heauen the vanity of wretched fooles Giue vs some seates Come cosen Angelo In this I 'll be impartiall be you Iudge Of your owne Cause Is this the Witnes Frier Enter Mariana First let her shew your face and after speake Mar. Pardon my Lord I will not shew my face Vntill my husband bid me Duke What are you married Mar. No my Lord. Duke Are you a Maid Mar. No my Lord. Duk. A Widow then Mar. Neither my Lord. Duk. Why you are nothing then neither Maid Widow nor Wife Luc. My Lord she may be a Puncke for many of them are neither Maid Widow nor Wife Duk. Silence that fellow I would he had some cause to prattle for himselfe Luc. Well my Lord. Mar. My Lord I doe confesse I nere was married And I confesse besides I am no Maid I haue known my husband yet my husband Knowes not that euer he knew me Luc. He was drunk then my Lord it can be no better Duk. For the benefit of silence would thou wert so to Luc. Well my Lord. Duk. This is no witnesse for Lord Angelo Mar. Now I come to 't my Lord. Shee that accuses him of Fornication In selfe-same manner doth accuse my husband And charges him my Lord with such a time When I 'le depose I had him mine Armes With all th' effect of Loue. Ang. Charges she moe then me Mar. Not that I know Duk. No you say your husband Mar. Why iust my Lord and that is Angelo Who thinkes he knowes that he nere knew my body But knows he thinkes that he knowes Isabels Ang. This is a strange abuse Let 's see thy face Mar. My husband bids me now I will vnmaske This is that face thou cruell Angelo Which once thou sworst was worth the looking on This is the hand which with a vowd contract Was fast belockt in thine This is the body That tooke away the match from Isabell And did supply thee at thy garden-house In her Imagin'd person Duke Know you this woman Luc. Carnallie she saies Duk. Sirha no more Luc. Enoug my Lord. Ang. My Lord I must confesse I know this woman And fiue yeres since there was some speech of marriage Betwixt my selfe and her which was broke off Partly for that her promis'd proportions Came short of Composition But in chiefe For that her reputation was dis-valued In leuitie Since which time of fiue yeres I neuer spake with her saw her nor heard from her Vpon my faith and honor Mar. Noble Prince As there comes light from heauen and words frō breath As there is sence in truth and truth in vertue I am affianced this mans wife as strongly As words could make vp vowes And my good Lord But Tuesday night last gon in 's garden house He knew me as a wife As this is true Let me in safety raise me from my knees Or else for euer be confixed here A Marble Monument Ang. I did but smile till now Now good my Lord giue me the scope of Iustice My patience here is touch'd I doe perceiue These poore informall women are no more But instruments of some more mightier member That sets them on Let me haue way my Lord To finde this practise out Duke I with my heart And punish them to your height of pleasure Thou foolish Frier and thou pernicious woman Compact with her that 's gone thinkst thou thy oathes Though they would swear downe each particular Saint Were testimonies against his worth and credit That 's seald in approbation you Lord Escalus Sit with my Cozen lend him your kinde paines To finde out this abuse whence 't is deriu'd There is another Frier that set them on Let him be sent for Peter Would he were here my Lord for he indeed Hath set the women on to this Complaint Your Prouost knowes the place where he abides And he may fetch him Duke Goe doe it instantly And you my noble and well-warranted Cosen Whom it concernes to heare this matter forth Doe with your iniuries as seemes you best In any chastisement I for a while Will leaue you but stir not you till you haue Well determin'd vpon these Slanderers Exit Esc My Lord wee 'll doe it throughly Signior Lucio did not you say you knew that Frier Lodowick to be a dishonest person Luc. Cucullus non facit Monachum honest in nothing but in his Clothes and one that hath spoke most villanous speeches of the Duke Esc We shall intreat
you to abide heere till he come and inforce them against him we shall finde this Frier a notable fellow Luc. As any in Vienna on my word Esc Call that same Isabell here once againe I would speake with her pray you my Lord giue mee leaue to question you shall see how I le handle her Luc. Not better then he by her owne report Esc Say you Luc. Marry sir I thinke if you handled her priuately She would sooner confesse perchance publikely she 'll be asham'd Enter Duke Prouost Isabella Esc I will goe darkely to worke with her Luc. That 's the way for women are light at midnight Esc Come on Mistris here 's a Gentlewoman Denies all that you haue said Luc. My Lord here comes the rascall I spoke of Here with the Prouost Esc In very good time speake not you to him till we call vpon you Luc. Mum. Esc Come Sir did you set these women on to slander Lord Angelo they haue confes'd you did Duk. 'T is false Esc How Know you where you are Duk. Respect to your great place and let the diuell Be sometime honour'd for his burning throne Where is the Duke 't is he should heare me speake Esc The Duke 's in vs and we will heare you speake Looke you speake iustly Duk. Boldly at least But oh poore soules Come you to seeke the Lamb here of the Fox Good night to your redresse Is the Duke gone Then is your cause gone too The Duke 's vniust Thus to retort your manifest Appeale And put your triall in the villaines mouth Which here you come to accuse Luc. This is the rascall this is he I spoke of Esc Why thou vnreuerend and vnhallowed Fryer Is' t not enough thou hast suborn'd these women To accuse this worthy man but in foule mouth And in the witnesse of his proper eare To call him villaine and then to glance from him To th' Duke himselfe to taxe him with Iniustice Take him hence to th' racke with him we 'll towze you Ioynt by ioynt but we will know his purpose What vniust Duk. Be not so hot the Duke dare No more stretch this finger of mine then he Dare racke his owne his Subiect am I not Nor here Prouinciall My businesse in this State Made me a looker on here in Vienna Where I haue seene corruption boyle and bubble Till it ore-run the Stew Lawes for all faults But faults so countenanc'd that the strong Statutes Stand like the forfeites in a Barbers shop As much in mocke as marke Esc Slander to th' State Away with him to prison Ang. What can you vouch against him Signior Lucio Is this the man that you did tell vs of Luc. 'T is he my Lord come hither goodman bald-pate doe you know me Duk. I remember you Sir by the sound of your voice I met you at the Prison in the absence of the Duke Luc. Oh did you so and do you remember what you said of the Duke Duk. Most notedly Sir Luc. Do you so Sir And was the Duke a flesh-monger a foole and a coward as you then reported him to be Duk. You must Sir change persons with me ere you make that my report you indeede spoke so of him and much more much worse Luc. Oh thou damnable fellow did not I plucke thee by the nose for thy speeches Duk. I protest I loue the Duke as I loue my selfe Ang. Harke how the villaine would close now after his treasonable abuses Esc Such a fellow is not to be talk'd withall Away with him to prison Where is the Prouost away with him to prison lay bolts enough vpon him let him speak no more away with those Giglets too and with the other confederate companion Duk. Stay Sir stay a while Ang. What resists he helpe him Lucio Luc. Come sir come sir come sir foh sir why you bald-pated lying rascall you must be hooded must you show your knaues visage with a poxe to you show your sheepe-biting face and be hang'd an houre will 't not off Duk. Thou art the first knaue that ere mad'st a Duke First Prouost let me bayle these gentle three Sneake not away Sir for the Fryer and you Must haue a word anon lay hold on him Luc. This may proue worse then hanging Duk. What you haue spoke I pardon sit you downe We 'll borrow place of him Sir by your leaue Ha'st thou or word or wit or impudence That yet can doe thee office If thou ha'st Rely vpon it till my tale be heard And hold no longer out Ang. Oh my dread Lord I should be guiltier then my guiltinesse To thinke I can be vndiscerneable When I perceiue your grace like powre diuine Hath look'd vpon my passes Then good Prince No longer Session hold vpon my shame But let my Triall be mine owne Confession Immediate sentence then and sequent death Is all the grace I beg Duk. Come hither Mariana Say was 't thou ere contracted to this woman Ang. I was my Lord. Duk. Goe take her hence and marry her instantly Doe you the office Fryer which consummate Returne him here againe goe with him Prouost Exit Esc My Lord I am more amaz'd at his dishonor Then at the strangenesse of it Duk. Come hither Isabell Your Frier is now your Prince As I was then Aduertysing and holy to your businesse Not changing heart with habit I am still Atturnied at your seruice Isab Oh giue me pardon That I your vassaile haue imploid and pain'd Your vnknowne Soueraigntie Duk. You are pardon'd Isabell And now deere Maide be you as free to vs. Your Brothers death I know sits at your heart And you may maruaile why I obscur'd my selfe Labouring to saue his life and would not rather Make rash remonstrance of my hidden powre Then let him so be lost oh most kinde Maid It was the swift celeritie of his death Which I did thinke with slower foot came on That brain'd my purpose but peace be with him That life is better life past fearing death Then that which liues to feare make it your comfort So happy is your Brother Enter Angelo Maria Peter Prouost Isab I doe my Lord. Duk. For this new-maried man approaching here Whose salt imagination yet hath wrong'd Your well defended honor you must pardon For Mariana's sake But as he adiudg'd your Brother Being criminall in double violation Of sacred Chastitie and of promise-breach Thereon dependant for your Brothers life The very mercy of the Law cries out Most audible euen from his proper tongue An Angelo for Claudio death for death Haste still paies haste and leasure answers leasure Like doth quit like and Measure still for Measure Then Angelo thy fault 's thus manifested Which though thou would'st deny denies thee vantage We doe condemne thee to the very Blocke Where Claudio stoop'd to death and with like haste Away with him Mar. Oh my most gracious Lord I hope you will not mocke me with a husband Duk. It is your husband mock't you with a husband
Consenting to the safe-guard of your honor I thought your marriage fit else Imputation For that he knew you might reproach your life And choake your good to come For his Possessions Although by confutation they are ours We doe en-state and widow you with all To buy you a better husband Mar. Oh my deere Lord I craue no other nor no better man Duke Neuer craue him we are definitiue Mar. Gentle my Liege Duke You doe but loose your labour Away with him to death Now Sir to you Mar. Oh my good Lord sweet Isabell take my part Lend me your knees and all my life to come I 'll lend you all my life to doe you seruice Duke Against all sence you doe importune her Should she kneele downe in mercie of this fact Her Brothers ghost his paued bed would breake And take her hence in horror Mar. Isabell Sweet Isabel doe yet but kneele by me Hold vp your hands say nothing I 'll speake all They say best men are moulded out of faults And for the most become much more the better For being a little bad So may my husband Oh Isabel will you not lend a knee Duke He dies for Claudio's death Isab Most bounteous Sir Looke if it please you on this man condemn'd As if my Brother liu'd I partly thinke A due sinceritie gouerned his deedes Till he did looke on me Since it is so Let him not die my Brother had but Iustice In that he did the thing for which he dide For Angelo his Act did not ore-take his bad intent And must be buried but as an intent That perish'd by the way thoughts are no subiects Intents but meerely thoughts Mar. Meerely my Lord. Duk. Your suite's vnprofitable stand vp I say I haue bethought me of another fault Prouost how came it Claudio was beheaded At an vnusuall howre Pro. It was commanded so Duke Had you a speciall warrant for the deed Pro. No my good Lord it was by priuate message Duk. For which I doe discharge you of your office Giue vp your keyes Pro. Pardon me noble Lord I thought it was a fault but knew it not Yet did repent me after more aduice For testimony whereof one in the prison That should by priuate order else haue dide I haue reseru'd aliue Duk. What 's he Pro. His name is Barnardine Duke I would thou hadst done so by Claudio Goe fetch him hither let me looke vpon him Esc I am sorry one so learned and so wise As you Lord Angelo haue stil appear'd Should slip so grosselie both in the heat of bloud And lacke of temper'd iudgement afterward Ang. I am sorrie that such sorrow I procure And so deepe sticks it in my penitent heart That I craue death more willingly then mercy 'T is my deseruing and I doe entreat it Enter Barnardine and Prouost Claudio Iulietta Duke Which is that Barnardine Pro. This my Lord. Duke There was a Friar told me of this man Sirha thou art said to haue a stubborne soule That apprehends no further then this world And squar'st thy life according Thou' rt condemn'd But for those earthly faults I quit them all And pray thee take this mercie to prouide For better times to come Frier aduise him I leaue him to your hand What muffeld fellow 's that Pro. This is another prisoner that I sau'd Who should haue di'd when Claudio lost his head As like almost to Claudio as himselfe Duke If he be like your brother for his sake Is he pardon'd and for your louelie sake Giue me your hand and say you will be mine He is my brother too But fitter time for that By this Lord Angelo perceiues he 's safe Methinkes I see a quickning in his eye Well Angelo your euill quits you well Looke that you loue your wife her worth worth yours I finde an apt remission in my selfe And yet heere 's one in place I cannot pardon You sirha that knew me for a foole a Coward One all of Luxurie an asse a mad man Wherein haue I so deseru'd of you That you extoll me thus Luc. Faith my Lord I spoke it but according to the trick if you will hang me for it you may but I had rather it would please you I might be whipt Duke Whipt first sir and hang'd after Proclaime it Prouost round about the Citie If any woman wrong'd by this lewd fellow As I haue heard him sweare himselfe there 's one whom he begot with childe let her appeare And he shall marry her the nuptiall finish'd Let him be whipt and hang'd Luc. I beseech your Highnesse doe not marry me to a Whore your Highnesse said euen now I made you a Duke good my Lord do not recompence me in making me a Cuckold Duke Vpon mine honor thou shalt marrie her Thy slanders I forgiue and therewithall Remit thy other forfeits take him to prison And see our pleasure herein executed Luc. Marrying a punke my Lord is pressing to death Whipping and hanging Duke Slandering a Prince deserues it She Claudio that you wrong'd looke you restore Ioy to you Mariana loue her Angelo I haue confes'd her and I know her vertue Thanks good friend Escalus for thy much goodnesse There 's more behinde that is more gratulate Thanks Prouost for thy care and secrecie We shall imploy thee in a worthier place Forgiue him Angelo that brought you home The head of Ragozine for Claudio's Th' offence pardons it selfe Deere Isabell I haue a motion much imports your good Whereto if you 'll a willing eare incline What 's mine is yours and what is yours is mine So bring vs to our Pallace where wee 'll show What 's yet behinde that meete you all should know The Scene Vienna The names of all the Actors Vincentio the Duke Angelo the Deputie Escalus an ancient Lord. Claudio a yong Gentleman Lucio a fantastique 2. Other like Gentlemen Prouost Thomas 2. Friers Peter 2. Friers Elbow a simple Constable Froth a foolish Gentleman Clowne Abhorson an Executioner Barnardine a dissolute prisoner Isabella sister to Claudio Mariana betrothed to Angelo Iuliet beloued of Claudio Francisca a Nun. Mistris Ouer-don a Bawd FINIS The Comedie of Errors Actus primus Scena prima Enter the Duke of Ephesus with the Merchant of Siracusa Iaylor and other attendants Marchant PRoceed Solinus to procure my fall And by the doome of death end woes and all Duke Merchant of Siracusa plead no more I am not partiall to infringe our Lawes The enmity and discord which of late Sprung from the rancorous outrage of your Duke To Merchants our well-dealing Countrimen Who wanting gilders to redeeme their liues Haue seal'd his rigorous statutes with their blouds Excludes all pitty from our threatning lookes For since the mortall and intestine iarres Twixt thy seditious Countrimen and vs It hath in solemne Synodes beene decreed Both by the Siracusians and our selues To admit no trafficke to our aduerse townes Nay more if any borne at Ephesus Be seene at any Siracusian Marts and Fayres
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
I gain'd my freedome and immediately Ran hether to your Grace whom I beseech To giue me ample satisfaction For these deepe shames and great indignities Gold My Lord in truth thus far I witnes with him That he din'd not at home but was lock'd out Duke But had he such a Chaine of thee or no Gold He had my Lord and when he ran in heere These people saw the Chaine about his necke Mar. Besides I will be sworne these eares of mine Heard you confesse you had the Chaine of him After you first forswore it on the Mart And thereupon I drew my sword on you And then you fled into this Abbey heere From whence I thinke you are come by Miracle E. Ant. I neuer came within these Abbey wals Nor euer didst thou draw thy sword on me I neuer saw the Chaine so helpe me heauen And this is false you burthen me withall Duke Why what an intricate impeach is this I thinke you all haue drunke of Circes cup If heere you hous'd him heere he would haue bin If he were mad he would not pleade so coldly You say he din'd at home the Goldsmith heere Denies that saying Sirra what say you E. Dro. Sir he din'de with her there at the Porpentine Cur. He did and from my finger snacht that Ring E. Anti. T is true my Liege this Ring I had of her Duke Saw'st thou him enter at the Abbey heere Curt. As sure my Liege as I do see your Grace Duke Why this is straunge Go call the Abbesse hither I thinke you are all mated or starke mad Exit one to the Abbesse Fa. Most mighty Duke vouchsafe me speak a word Haply I see a friend will saue my life And pay the sum that may deliuer me Duke Speake freely Siracusian what thou wilt Fath. Is not your name sir call'd Antipholus And is not that your bondman Dromio E. Dro. Within this houre I was his bondman sir But he I thanke him gnaw'd in two my cords Now am I Dromio and his man vnbound Fath. I am sure you both of you remember me Dro. Our selues we do remember sir by you For lately we were bound as you are now You are not Pinches patient are you sir Father Why looke you strange on me you know me well E. Ant. I neuer saw you in my life till now Fa. Oh! griefe hath chang'd me since you saw me last And carefull houres with times deformed hand Haue written strange defeatures in my face But tell me yet dost thou not know my voice Ant. Neither Fat Dromio nor thou Dro. No trust me sir nor I. Fa. I am sure thou dost E. Dromio I sir but I am sure I do not and whatsoeuer a man denies you are now bound to beleeue him Fath. Not know my voice oh times eâ—tremity Hast thou so crack'd and splitted my poore tongue In seuen short yeares that heere my onely sonne Knowes not my feeble key of vntun'd cares Though now this grained face of mine be hid In sap-consuming Winters drizled snow And all the Conduits of my blood froze vp Yet hath my night of life some memorie My wasting lampes some fading glimmer left My dull deafe eares a little vse to heare All these old witnesses I cannot erre Tell me thou art my sonne Antipholus Ant. I neuer saw my Father in my life Fa. But seuen yeares since in Siracusa boy Thou know'st we parted but perhaps my sonne Thou sham'st to acknowledge me in miserie Ant. The Duke and all that know me in the City Can witnesse with me that it is not so I ne're saw Siracusa in my life Duke I tell thee Siracusian twentie yeares Haue I bin Patron to Antipholus During which time he ne're saw Siracusa I see thy age and dangers make thee dote Enter the Abbesse with Antipholus Siracusa and Dromio Sir Abbesse Most mightie Duke behold a man much wrong'd All gather to see them Adr. I see two husbands or mine eyes deceiue me Duke One of these men is genius to the other And so of these which is the naturall man And which the spirit Who deciphers them S. Dromio I Sir am Dromio command him away E. Dro. I Sir am Dromio pray let me stay S. Ant. Egeon art thou not or else his ghost S. Drom. Oh my olde Master who hath bound him heere Abb. Who euer bound him I will lose his bonds And gaine a husband by his libertie Speake olde Egeon if thou bee'st the man That hadst a wife once call'd Aemilia That bore thee at a burthen two faire sonnes Oh if thou bee'st the same Egeon speake And speake vnto the same Aemilia Duke Why heere begins his Morning storie right These two Antipholus these two so like And these two Dromio's one in semblance Besides her vrging of her wracke at sea These are the parents to these children Which accidentally are met together Fa. If I dreame not thou art Aemilia If thou art she tell me where is that sonne That floated with thee on the fatall rafte Abb. By men of Epidamium he and I And the twin Dromio all were taken vp But by and by rude Fishermen of Corinth By force tooke Dromio and my sonne from them And me they left with those of Epidamium What then became of them I cannot tell I to this fortune that you see mee in Duke Antipholus thou cam'st from Corinth first S. Ant. No sir not I I came from Siracuse Duke Stay stand apart I know not which is which E. Ant. I came from Corinth my most gracious Lord E. Dro. And I with him E. Ant. Brought to this Town by that most famous Warriour Duke Menaphon your most renowned Vnckle Adr. Which of you two did dine with me to day S. Ant. I gentle Mistris Adr. And are not you my husband E. Ant. No I say nay to that S. Ant. And so do I yet did she call me so And this faire Gentlewoman her sister heere Did call me brother What I told you then I hope I shall haue leisure to make good If this be not a dreame I see and heare Goldsmith That is the Chaine sir which you had of mee S. Ant. I thinke it be sir I denie it not E. Ant. And you sir for this Chaine arrested me Gold I thinke I did sir I deny it not Adr. I sent you monie sir to be your baile By Dromio but I thinke he brought it not E. Dro. No none by me S. Ant. This purse of Duckets I receiu'd from you And Dromio my man did bring them me I see we still did meete each others man And I was tane for him and he for me And thereupon these errors are arose E. Ant. These Duckets pawne I for my father heere Duke It shall not neede thy father hath his life Cur. Sir I must haue that Diamond from you E. Ant. There take it and much thanks for my good cheere Abb. Renowned Duke vouchsafe to take the paines To go with vs into the Abbey heere And heare at large
key With pompe with triumph and with reuelling Enter Egeus and his daughter Hermia Lysander and Demetrius Ege Happy be Theseus our renowned Duke The. Thanks good Egeus what 's the news with thee Ege Full of vexation come I with complaint Against my childe my daughter Hermia Stand forth Dometrius My Noble Lord This man hath my consent to marrie her Stand forth Lysander And my gracious Duke This man hath bewitch'd the bosome of my childe Thou thou Lysander thou hast giuen her rimes And interchang'd loue-tokens with my childe Thou hast by Moone-light at her window sung With faining voice verses of faining loue And stolne the impression of her fantasie With bracelets of thy haire rings gawdes conceits Knackes trifles Nose-gaies sweet meats messengers Of strong preuailment in vnhardned youth With cunning hast thou filch'd my daughters heart Turn'd her obedience which is due to me To stubborne harshnesse And my gracious Duke Be it so she will not heere before your Grace Consent to marrie with Demetrius I beg the ancient priuiledge of Athens As she is mine I may dispose of her Which shall be either to this Gentleman Or to her death according to our Law Immediately prouided in that case The. What say you Hermia be aduis'd faire Maide To you your Father should be as a God One that compos'd your beauties yea and one To whom you are but as a forme in waxe By him imprinted and within his power To leaue the figure or disfigure it Demetrius is a worthy Gentleman Her So is Lysander The. In himselfe he is But in this kinde wanting your fathers voyce The other must be held the worthier Her I would my father look'd but with my eyes The. Rather your eies must with his iudgment looke Her I do entreat your Grace to pardon me I know not by what power I am made bold Nor how it may concerne my modestie In such a presence heere to pleade my thoughts But I beseech your Grace that I may know The worst that may befall me in this case If I refuse to wed Demetrius The. Either to dye the death or to abiure For euer the society of men Therefore faire Hermia question your desires Know of your youth examine well your blood Whether if you yeeld not to your fathers choice You can endure the liuerie of a Nunne For aye to be in shady Cloister mew'd To liue a barren sister all your life Chanting faint hymnes to the cold fruitlesse Moone Thrice blessed they that master so their blood To vndergo such maiden pilgrimage But earthlier happie is the Rose distil'd Then that which withering on the virgin thorne Growes liues and dies in single blessednesse Her So will I grow so liue so die my Lord Ere I will yeeld my virgin Patent vp Vnto his Lordship whose vnwished yoake My soule consents not to giue soueraignty The. Take time to pause and by the next new Moon The sealing day betwixt my loue and me For euerlasting bond of fellowship Vpon that day either prepare to dye For disobedience to your fathers will Or else to wed Demetrius as hee would Or on Dianaes Altar to protest For aie austerity and single life Dem. Relent sweet Hermia and Lysander yeelde Thy crazed title to my certaine right Lys You haue her fathers loue Demetrius Let me haue Hermiaes do you marry him Egeus Scornfull Lysander true he hath my Loue And what is mine my loue shall render him And she is mine and all my right of her I do estate vnto Demetrius Lys I am my Lord as well deriu'd as he As well possest my loue is more then his My fortunes euery way as fairely ranck'd If not with vantage as Demetrius And which is more then all these boasts can be I am belou'd of beauteous Hermia Why should not I then prosecute my right Demetrius I le auouch it to his head Made loue to Nedars daughter Helena And won her soule and she sweet Ladie dotes Deuoutly dotes dotes in Idolatry Vpon this spotted and inconstant man The. I must confesse that I haue heard so much And with Demetrius thought to haue spoke thereof But being ouer-full of selfe-affaires My minde did lose it But Demetrius come And come Egeus you shall go with me I haue some priuate schooling for you both For you faire Hermia looke you arme your selfe To fit your fancies to your Fathers will Or else the Law of Athens yeelds you vp Which by no meanes we may extenuate To death or to a vow of single life Come my Hippolita what cheare my loue Demetrius and Egeus go along I must imploy you in some businesse Against our nuptiall and conferre with you Of something neerely that concernes your selues Ege With dutie and desire we follow you Exeunt Manet Lysander and Hermia Lys How now my loue Why is your cheek so pale How chance the Roses there do fade so fast Her Belike for want of raine which I could well Beteeme them from the tempest of mine eyes Lys For ought that euer I could reade Could euer heare by tale or historie The course of true loue neuer did run smooth But either it was different in blood Her O crosse too high to be enthral'd to loue Lys Or else misgraffed in respect of yeares Her O spight too old to be ingag'd to yong Lys Or else it stood vpon the choise of merit Her O hell to choose loue by anothers eie Lys Or if there were a simpathie in choise Warre death or sicknesse did lay siege to it Making it momentarie as a sound Swift as a shadow short as any dreame Briefe as the lightning in the collied night That in a spleene vnfolds both heauen and earth And ere a man hath power to say behold The iawes of darknesse do deuoure it vp So quicke bright things come to confusion Her If then true Louers haue beene euer crost It stands as an edict in destinie Then let vs teach our triall patience Because it is a customarie crosse As due to loue as thoughts and dreames and sighes Wishes and teares poore Fancies followers Lys A good perswasion therefore heare me Hermia I haue a Widdow Aunt a dowager Of great reuennew and she hath â—o childe From Athens is her house remouâ— seuen leagues And she respects me as her onely sonne There gentle Hermia may I marrie thee And to that place the sharpe Athenian Law Cannot pursue vs. If thou lou'st me then Steale forth thy fathers house to morrow night And in the wood a league without the towne Where I did meete thee once with Helena To do obseruance for a morne of May There will I stay for thee Her My good Lysander I sweare to thee by Cupids strongest bow By his best arrow with the golden head By the simplicitie of Venus Doues By that which knitteth soules and prospers loue And by that fire which burn'd the Carthage Queene When the false Troyan vnder saile was seene By all the vowes that euer men haue broke In number more
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
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
it be so the first intergatory That my Nerrissa shall be sworne on is Whether till the next night she had rather stay Or goe to bed now being two houres to day But were the day come I should wish it darke Till I were couching with the Doctors Clarke Well while I liue I le feare no other thing So sore as keeping safe Nerrissas ring Exeunt FINIS As you Like it Actus primus Scoena Prima Enter Orlando and Adam Orlando AS I remember Adam it was vpon this fashion bequeathed me by will but poore a thousand Crownes and as thou saift charged my brother on his blessing to breed mee well and there begins my sadnesse My brother Iaques he keepes at schoole and report speakes goldenly of his profit for my part he keepes me rustically at home or to speak more properly staies me heere at home vnkept for call you that keeping for a gentleman of my birth that differs not from the stalling of an Oxe his horses are bred better for besides that they are faire with their feeding they are taught their mannage and to that end Riders deerely hir'd but I his brother gaine nothing vnder him but growth for the which his Animals on his dunghils are as much bound to him as I besides this nothing that he so plentifully giues me the something that nature gaue mee his countenance seemes to take from me hee lets mee feede with his Hindes barres mee the place of a brother and as much as in him lies mines my gentility with my education This is it Adam that grieues me and the spirit of my Father which I thinke is within mee begins to mutinie against this seruitude I will no longer endure it though yet I know no wise remedy how to auoid it Enter Oliuer Adam Yonder comes my Master your brother Orlan Goe a-part Adam and thou shalt heare how he will shake me vp Oli. Now Sir what make you heere Orl. Nothing I am not taught to make any thing Oli. What mar you then sir Orl. Marry sir I am helping you to mar that which God made a poore vnworthy brother of yours with idlenesse Oliuer Marry sir be better employed and be naught a while Orlan Shall I keepe your hogs and eat huskes with them what prodigall portion haue I spent that I should come to such penury Oli. Know you where you are sir Orl. O sir very well heere in your Orchard Oli. Know you before whom sir Orl. I better then him I am before knowes mee I know you are my eldest brother and in the gentle condition of bloud you should so know me the courtesie of nations allowes you my better in that you are the first borne but the same tradition takes not away my bloud were there twenty brothers betwixt vs I haue as much of my father in mee as you albeit I confesse your comming before me is neerer to his reuerence Oli. What Boy Orl. Come come elder brother you are too yong in this Oli. Wilt thou lay hands on me villaine Orl. I am no villaine I am the yongest sonne of Sir Rowland de Boys he was my father and he is thrice a villaine that saies such a father begot villaines wert thou not my brother I would not take this hand from thy throat till this other had puld out thy tongue for saying so thou hast raild on thy selfe Adam Sweet Masters bee patient for your Fathers remembrance be at accord Oli. Let me goe I say Orl. I will not till I please you shall heare mee my father charg'd you in his will to giue me good education you haue train'd me like a pezant obscuring and hiding from me all gentleman-like qualities the spirit of my father growes strong in mee and I will no longer endure it therefore allow me such exercises as may become a gentleman or giue mee the poore allottery my father left me by testament with that I will goe buy my fortunes Oli. And what wilt thou do beg when that is spent Well sir get you in I will not long be troubled with you you shall haue some part of your will I pray you leaue me Orl. I will no further offend you then becomes mee for my good Oli. Get you with him you olde dogge Adam Is old dogge my reward most true I haue lost my teeth in your seruice God be with my olde master he would not haue spoke such a word Ex. Orl. Ad. Oli. Is it euen so begin you to grow vpon me I will physicke your ranckenesse and yet giue no thousand crownes neyther holla Dennis Enter Dennis Den. Calls your worship Oli. Was not Charles the Dukes Wrastler heere to speake with me Den. So please you he is heere at the doore and importunes accesse to you Oli. Call him in 't will be a good way and to morrow the wrastling is Enter Charles Cha. Good morrow to your worship Oli. Good Mounsier Charles what 's the new newes at the new Court Charles There 's no newes at the Court Sir but the olde newes that is the old Duke is banished by his yonger brother the new Duke and three or foure louing Lords haue put themselues into voluntary exile with him whose lands and reuenues enrich the new Duke therefore he giues them good leaue to wander Oli. Can you tell if Rosalind the Dukes daughter bee banished with her Father Cha. O no for the Dukes daughter her Cosen so loues her being euer from their Cradles bred together that hee would haue followed her exile or haue died to stay behind her she is at the Court and no lesse beloued of her Vncle then his owne daughter and neuer two Ladies loued as they doe Oli. Where will the old Duke liue Cha. They say hee is already in the Forrest of Arden and a many merry men with him and there they liue like the old Robin Hood of England they say many yong Gentlemen flocke to him euery day and fleet the time carelesly as they did in the golden world Oli. What you wrastle to morrow before the new Duke Cha. Marry doe I sir and I came to acquaint you with a matter I am giuen sir secretly to vnderstand that your yonger brother Orlando hath a disposition to come in disguis'd against mee to try a fall to morrow sir I wrastle for my credit and hee that escapes me without some broken limbe shall acquit him well your brother is but young and tender and for your loue I would bee loth to foyle him as I must for my owne honour if hee come in therefore out of my loue to you I came hither to acquaint you withall that either you might stay him from his intendment or brooke such disgrace well as he shall runne into in that it is a thing of his owne search and altogether against my will Oli. Charles I thanke thee for thy loue to me which thou shalt finde I will most kindly require I had my selfe notice of my Brothers purpose heerein and haue
sons Cel. I could match this beginning with an old tale Le Beu Three proper yong men of excellent growth and presence Ros With bils on their neckes Be it knowne vnto all men by these presents Le Beu The eldest of the three wrastled with Charles the Dukes Wrastler which Charles in a moment threw him and broke three of his ribbes that there is little hope of life in him So he seru'd the second and so the third yonder they lie the poore old man their Father making such pittiful dole ouer them that all the beholders take his part with weeping Ros Alas Clo. But what is the sport Monsieur that the Ladies haue lost Le Beu Why this that I speake of Clo. Thus men may grow wiser euery day It is the first time that euer I heard breaking of ribbes was sport for Ladies Cel. Or I I promise thee Ros But is there any else longs to see this broken Musicke in his sides Is there yet another doates vpon rib-breaking Shall we see this wrastling Cosin Le Beu You must if you stay heere for heere is the place appointed for the wrastling and they are ready to performe it Cel. Yonder sure they are comming Let vs now stay and see it Flourish Enter Duke Lords Orlando Charles and Attendants Duke Come on since the youth will not be intreated His owne perill on his forwardnesse Ros Is yonder the man Le Beu Euen he Madam Cel. Alas he is too yong yet he looks successefully Du. How now daughter and Cousin Are you crept hither to see the wrastling Ros I my Liege so please you giue vs leaue Du. You wil take little delight in it I can tell you there is such oddes in the man In pitie of the challengers youth I would faine disswade him but he will not bee entreated Speake to him Ladies see if you can mooue him Cel. Call him hether good Monsieuer Le Beu Duke Do so I le not be by Le Beu Monsieur the Challenger the Princesse cals for you Orl. I attend them with all respect and dutie Ros Young man haue you challeng'd Charles the Wrastler Orl. No faire Princesse he is the generall challenger I come but in as others do to try with him the strength of my youth Cel. Yong Gentleman your spirits are too bold for your yeares you haue seene cruell proofe of this mans strength if you saw your selfe with your eies or knew your selfe with your iudgment the feare of your aduenture would counsel you to a more equall enterprise We pray you for your owne sake to embrace your own safetie and giue ouer this attempt Ros Do yong Sir your reputation shall not therefore be misprised we wil make it our suite to the Duke that the wrastling might not go forward Orl. I beseech you punish mee not with your harde thoughts wherein I confesse me much guiltie to denie so faire and excellent Ladies anie thing But let your faire eies and gentle wishes go with mee to my triall wherein if I bee foil'd there is but one sham'd that vvas neuer gracious if kil'd but one dead that is willing to be so I shall do my friends no wrong for I haue none to lament me the world no iniurie for in it I haue nothing onely in the world I fil vp a place which may bee better supplied when I haue made it emptie Ros The little strength that I haue I would it vvere with you Cel. And mine to eeke out hers Ros Fare you well praie heauen I be deceiu'd in you Cel. Your hearts desires be with you Char. Come where is this yong gallant that is so desirous to lie with his mother earth Orl. Readie Sir but his will hath in it a more modest working Duk. You shall trie but one fall Cha. No I warrant your Grace you shall not entreat him to a second that haue so mightilie perswaded him from a first Orl. You meane to mocke me after you should not haue mockt me before but come your waies Ros Now Hercules be thy speede yong man Cel. I would I were inuisible to catch the strong fellow by the legge Wrastle Ros Oh excellent yong man Cel. If I had a thunderbolt in mine eie I can tell who should downe Shout Duk. No more no more Orl. Yes I beseech your Grace I am not yet well breath'd Duk. How do'st thou Charles Le Beu He cannot speake my Lord. Duk. Beare him awaie What is thy name yong man Orl. Orlando my Liege the yongest sonne of Sir Roland de Boys Duk. I would thou hadst beene son to some man else The world esteem'd thy father honourable But I did finde him still mine enemie Thou should'st haue better pleas'd me with this deede Hadst thou descended from another house But fare thee well thou art a gallant youth I would thou had'st told me of another Father Exit Duke Cel. Were I my Father Coze would I do this Orl. I am more proud to be Sir Rolands sonne His yongest sonne and would not change that calling To be adopted heire to Fredricke Ros My Father lou'd Sir Roland as his soule And all the world was of my Fathers minde Had I before knowne this yong man his sonne I should haue giuen him teares vnto entreaties Ere he should thus haue ventur'd Cel. Gentle Cosen Let vs goe thanke him and encourage him My Fathers rough and enuious disposition Sticks me at heart Sir you haue well deseru'd If you doe keepe your promises in loue But iustly as you haue exceeded all promise Your Mistris shall be happie Ros Gentleman Weare this for me one out of suites with fortune That could giue more but that her hand lacks meanes Shall we goe Coze Cel. I fare you well faire Gentleman Orl. Can I not say I thanke you My better parts Are all throwne downe and that which here stands vp Is but a quintine a meere liuelesse blocke Ros He cals vs back my pride fell with my fortunes I le aske him what he would Did you call Sir Sir you haue wrastled well and ouerthrowne More then your enemies Cel. Will you goe Coze Ros Haue with you fare you well Exit Orl. What passion hangs these waights vpō my toong I cannot speake to her yet she vrg'd conference Enter Le Beu O poore Orlando thou art ouerthrowne Or Charles or something weaker masters thee Le Beu Good Sir I do in friendship counsaile you Te leaue this place Albeit you haue deseru'd High commendation true applause and loue Yet such is now the Dukes condition That he misconsters all that you haue done The Duke is humorous what he is indeede More suites you to conceiue then I to speake of Orl. I thanke you Sir and pray you tell me this Which of the two was daughter of the Duke That here was at the Wrastling Le Beu Neither his daughter if we iudge by manners But yet indeede the taller is his daughter The other is daughter to the banish'd
Duke And here detain'd by her vsurping Vncle To keepe his daughter companie whose loues Are deerer then the naturall bond of Sisters But I can tell you that of late this Duke Hath tane displeasure ' gainst his gentle Neece Grounded vpon no other argument But that the people praise her for her vertues And pittie her for her good Fathers sake And on my life his malice ' gainst the Lady Will sodainly breake forth Sir fare you well Hereafter in a better world then this I shall desire more loue and knowledge of you Orl. I rest much bounden to you fare you well Thus must I from the smoake into the smother From tyrant Duke vnto a tyrant Brother But heauenly Rosaline Exit Scena Tertius Enter Celia and Rosaline Cel. Why Cosen why Rosaline Cupid haue mercie Not a word Ros Not one to throw at a dog Cel. No thy words are too precious to be cast away vpon curs throw some of them at me come lame mee with reasons Ros Then there were two Cosens laid vp when the one should be lam'd with reasons and the other mad without any Cel. But is all this for your Father Ros No some of it is for my childes Father Oh how full of briers is this working day world Cel. They are but burs Cosen throwne vpon thee in holiday foolerie if we walke not in the trodden paths our very petty-coates will catch them Ros I could shake them off my coate these burs are in my heart Cel. Hem them away Ros I would try if I could cry hem and haue him Cel. Come come wrastle with thy affections Ros O they take the part of a better wrastler then my selfe Cel. O a good wish vpon you you will trie in time in dispight of a fall but turning these iests out of seruice let vs talke in good earnest Is it possible on such a sodaine you should fall into so strong a liking with old Sir Roulands yongest sonne Ros The Duke my Father lou'd his Father deerelie Cel. Doth it therefore ensue that you should loue his Sonne deerelie By this kinde of chase I should hate him for my father hated his father deerely yet I hate not Orlando Ros No faith hate him not for my sake Cel. Why should I not doth he not deserue well Enter Duke with Lords Ros Let me loue him for that and do you loue him Because I doe Looke here comes the Duke Cel. With his eies full of anger Duk. Mistris dispatch you with your safest haste And get you from our Court. Ros Me Vncle. Duk. You Cosen Within these ten daies if that thou beest found So neere our publike Court as twentie miles Thou diest sor it Ros I doe beseech your Grace Let me the knowledge of my fault beare with me If with my selfe I hold intelligence Or haue acquaintance with mine owne desires If that I doe not dreame or be not franticke As I doe trust I am not then deere Vncle Neuer so much as in a thought vnborne Did I offend your highnesse Duk. Thus doe all Traitors If their purgation did consist in words They are as innocent as grace it selfe Let it suffice thee that I trust thee not Ros Yet your mistrust cannot make me a Traitor Tell me whereon the likelihoods depends Duk. Thou art thy Fathers daughter there 's enough Ros So was I when your highnes took his Dukdome So was I when your highnesse banisht him Treason is not inherited my Lord Or if we did deriue it from our friends What 's that to me my Father was no Traitor Then good my Leige mistake me not so much To thinke my pouertie is treacherous Cel. Deere Soueraigne heare me speake Duk. I Celia we staid her for your sake Else had she with her Father rang'd along Cel. I did not then intreat to haue her stay It was your pleasure and your owne remorse I was too yong that time to value her But now I know her if she be a Traitor Why so am I we still haue slept together Rose at an instant learn'd plaid eate together And wheresoere we went like Iunos Swans Still we went coupled and inseperable Duk. She is too subtile for thee and her smoothnes Her verie silence and per patience Speake to the people and they pittie her Thou art a foole she robs thee of thy name And thou wilt show more bright seem more vertuous When she is gone then open not thy lips Firme and irreuocable is my doombe Which I haue past vpon her she is banish'd Cel. Pronounce that sentence then on me my Leige I cannot liue out of her companie Duk. You are a foole you Neice prouide your selfe If you out-stay the time vpon mine honor And in the greatnesse of my word you die Exit Duke c. Cel. O my poore Rosaline whether wilt thou goe Wilt thou change Fathers I will giue thee mine I charge thee be not thou more grieu'd then I am Ros I haue more cause Cel. Thou hast not Cosen Prethee be cheerefull know'st thou not the Duke Hath banish'd me his daughter Ros That he hath not Cel. No hath not Rosaline lacks then the loue Which teacheth thee that thou and I am one Shall we be sundred shall we part sweete girle No let my Father seeke another heire Therefore deuise with me how we may flie Whether to goe and what to beare with vs And doe not seeke to take your change vpon you To beare your griefes your selfe and leaue me out For by this heauen now at our sorrowes pale Say what thou canst I le goe along with thee Ros Why whether shall we goe Cel. To seeke my Vncle in the Forrest of Arden Ros Alas what danger will it be to vs Maides as we are to trauell forth so farre Beautie prouoketh theeues sooner then gold Cel. I le put my selfe in poore and meane attire And with a kinde of vmber smirch my face The like doe you so shall we passe along And neuer stir assailants Ros Were it not better Because that I am more then common tall That I did suite me all points like a man A gallant curtelax vpon my thigh A bore-speare in my hand and in my heart Lye there what hidden womans feare there will Wee le haue a swashing and a marshall outside As manie other mannish cowards haue That doe outface it with their semblances Cel. What shall I call thee when thou art a man Ros I le haue no worse a name then Ioues owne Page And therefore looke you call me Ganimed But what will you by call'd Cel. Something that hath a reference to my state No longer Celia but Aliena Ros But Cosen what if we assaid to steale The clownish Foole out of your Fathers Court Would he not be a comfort to our trauaile Cel. Hee le goe along ore the wide world with me Leaue me alone to woe him Let 's away And get our Iewels and our wealth together Deuise the fittest time and
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
Pardon me I pray you I thought that all things had bin sauage heere And therefore put I on the countenance Of sterne command'ment But what ere you are That in this desert inaccessible Vnder the shade of melancholly boughes Loose and neglect the creeping houres of time If euer you haue look'd on better dayes If euer beene where bels haue knoll'd to Church If euer sate at any good mans feast If euer from your eye-lids wip'd a teare And know what 't is to pittie and be pittied Let gentlenesse my strong enforcement be In the which hope I blush and hide my Sword Du. Sen. True is it that we haue seene better dayes And haue with holy bell bin knowld to Church And sat at good mens feasts and wip'd our eies Of drops that sacred pity hath engendred And therefore sit you downe in gentlenesse And take vpon command what helpe we haue That to your wanting may be ministred Orl. Then but forbeare your food a little while Whiles like a Doe I go to finde my Fawne And giue it food There is an old poore man Who after me hath many a weary steppe Limpt in pure loue till he be first suffic'd Opprest with two weake euils age and hunger I will not touch a bit Duke Sen. Go finde him out And we will nothing waste till you returne Orl. I thanke ye and be blest for your good comfort Du Sen. Thou seest we are not all alone vnhappie This wide and vniuersall Theater Presents more wofull Pageants then the Sceane Wherein we play in Ia. All the world 's a stage And all the men and women meerely Players They haue their Exits and their Entrances And one man in his time playes many parts His Acts being seuen ages At first the Infant Mewling and puking in the Nurses armes Then the whining Schoole-boy with his Satchell And shining morning face creeping like snaile Vnwillingly to schoole And then the Louer Sighing like Furnace with a wofull ballad Made to his Mistresse eye-brow Then a Soldier Full of strange oaths and bearded like the Pard Ielous in honor sodaine and quicke in quarrell Seeking the bubble Reputation Euen in the Canons mouth And then the Iustice In faire round belly with good Capon lin'd With eyes seuere and beard of formall cut Full of wise sawes and moderne instances And so he playes his part The sixt age shifts Into the leane and slipper'd Pantaloone With spectacles on nose and pouch on side His youthfull hose well sau'd a world too wide For his shrunke shanke and his bigge manly voice Turning againe toward childish trebble pipes And whistles in his sound Last Scene of all That ends this strange euentfull historie Is second childishnesse and meere obliuion Sans teeth sans eyes sans taste sans euery thing Enter Orlando with Adam Du Sen. Welcome set downe your venerable burthen and let him feede Orl. I thanke you most for him Ad. So had you neede I scarce can speake to thanke you for my selfe Du. Sen. Welcome fall too I wil not trouble you As yet to question you about your fortunes Giue vs some Musicke and good Cozen sing Song Blow blow thou winter windâ— Thou art not so vnkinde as mans ingratitude Thy tooth is not so keene because thou art not seene although thy breath be rude Heigh ho sing heigh ho vnto the greene holly Most frendship is fayning most Louing meere folly The heigh ho the holly This Life is most iolly Freize freize thou bitter skie that dost not bight so nigh as benefitts forgot Though thou the waters warpe thy sting is not so sharpe as freind remembred not Heigh ho sing c. Duke Sen. If that you were the good Sir Rowlands son As you haue whisper'd faithfully you were And as mine eye doth his effigies witnesse Most truly limn'd and liuing in your face Be truly welcome hither I am the Duke That lou'd your Father the residue of your fortune Go to my Caue and tell mee Good old man Thou art right welcome as thy masters is Support him by the arme giue me your hand And let me all your fortunes vnderstand Exeunt Actus Tertius Scena Prima Enter Duke Lords Oliuer Du. Not see him since Sir sir that cannot be But were I not the better part made mercie I should not seeke an absent argument Of my reuenge thou present but looke to it Finde out thy brother wheresoere he is Seeke him with Candle bring him dead or liuing Within this tweluemonth or turne thou no more To seeke a liuing in our Territorie Thy Lands and all things that thou dost call thine Worth seizure do we seize into our hands Till thou canst quit thee by thy brothers mouth Of what we thinke against thee Ol. Oh that your Highnesse knew my heart in this I neuer lou'd my brother in my life Duke More villaine thou Well push him out of dores And let my officers of such a nature Make an extent vpon his house and Lands Do this expediently and turne him going Exeunt Scena Secunda Enter Orlando Orl. Hang there my verse in witnesse of my loue And thou thrice crowned Queene of night suruey With thy chaste eye from thy pale spheare aboue Thy Huntresse name that my full life doth sway O Rosalind these Trees shall be my Bookes And in their barkes my thoughts I le charracter That euerie eye which in this Forrest lookes Shall see thy vertue witnest euery where Run run Orlando carue on euery Tree The faire the chaste and vnexpressiue shee Exit Enter Corin Clowne Co. And how like you this shepherds life M r Touchstone Clow. Truely Shepheard in respect of it selfe it is a good life but in respect that it is a shepheards life it is naught In respect that it is solitary I like it verie well but in respect that it is priuate it is a very vild life Now in respect it is in the fields it pleaseth mee well but in respect it is not in the Court it is tedious As it is a spare life looke you it fits my humor well but as there is no more plentie in it it goes much against my stomacke Has't any Philosophie in thee shepheard Cor. No more but that I know the more one sickens the worse at ease he is and that hee that wants money meanes and content is without three good frends That the propertie of raine is to wet and fire to burne That pood pasture makes fat sheepe and that a great cause of the night is lacke of the Sunne That hee that hath learned no wit by Nature nor Art may complaine of good breeding or comes of a very dull kindred Clo. Such a one is a naturall Philosopher Was 't euer in Court Shepheard Cor. No truly Clo. Then thou art damn'd Cor. Nay I hope Clo. Truly thou art damn'd like an ill roasted Egge all on one side Cor. For not being at Court your reason Clo. Why if thou neuer was 't at Court thou neuer saw'st good manners if
there can be no kernell in this light Nut the soule of this man is his cloathes Trust him not in matter of heauie consequence I haue kept of them tame know their natures Farewell Monsieur I haue spoken better of you then you haue or will to deserue at my hand but we must do good against euill Par. An idle Lord I sweare Ber. I thinke so Par. Why do you not know him Ber. Yes I do know him well and common speech Giues him a worthy passe Heere comes my clog Enter Helena Hel. I haue sir as I was commanded from you Spoke with the King and haue procur'd his leaue For present parting onely he desires Some priuate speech with you Ber. I shall obey his will You must not meruaile Helen at my course Which holds not colour with the time nor does The ministration and required office On my particular Prepar'd I was not For such a businesse therefore am I found So much vnsetled This driues me to intreate you That presently you take your way for home And rather muse then aske why I intreate you For my respects are better then they seeme And my appointments haue in them a neede Greater then shewes it selfe at the first view To you that know them not This to my mother 'T will be two daies ere I shall see you so I leaue you to your wisedome Hel. Sir I can nothing say But that I am your most obedient seruant Ber. Come come no more of that Hel. And euer shall With true obseruance seeke to eeke out that Wherein toward me my homely starres haue faild To equall my great fortune Ber. Let that goe my hast is verie great Farwell Hie home Hel. Pray sir your pardon Ber. Well what would you say Hel. I am not worthie of the wealth I owe Nor dare I say 't is mine and yet it is But like a timorous theefe most faine would steale What law does vouch mine owne Ber. What would you haue Hel. Something and scarse so much nothing indeed I would not tell you what I would my Lord Faith yes Strangers and foes do sunder and not kisse Ber. I pray you stay not but in hast to horse Hel. I shall not breake your bidding good my Lord Where are my other men Monsieur farwell Exit Ber. Go thou toward home where I wil neuer come Whilst I can shake my sword or heare the drumme Away and for our flight Par. Brauely Coragio Actus Tertius Flourish Enter the Duke of Florence the two Frenchmen with a troope of Souldiers Duke So that from point to point now haue you heard The fundamentall reasons of this warre Whose great decision hath much blood let forth And more thirsts after 1. Lord. Holy seemes the quarrell Vpon your Graces part blacke and fearefull On the opposer Duke Therefore we meruaile much our Cosin France Would in so iust a businesse shut his bosome Against our borrowing prayers French E. Good my Lord The reasons of our stare I cannot yeelde But like a common and an outward man That the great figure of a Counsaile frames By selfe vnable motion therefore dare not Say what I thinke of it since I haue found My selfe in my incertaine grounds to faile As often as I guest Duke Be it his pleasure Fren. G. But I am sure the yonger of our nature That surfet on their ease will day by day Come heere for Physicke Duke Welcome shall they bee And all the honors that can flye from vs Shall on them settle you know your places well When better fall for your auailes they fell To morrow to ' th the field Flourish Enter Countesse and Clowne Count. It hath happen'd all as I would haue had it saue that he comes not along with her Clo. By my troth I take my young Lord to be a verie melancholly man Count. By what obseruance I pray you Clo. Why he will looke vppon his boote and sing mend the Ruffe and sing aske questions and sing picke his teeth and sing I know a man that had this tricke of melancholy hold a goodly Mannor for a song Lad. Let me see what he writes and when he meanes to come Clow. I haue no minde to Isbell since I was at Court Our old Lings and our Isbels a' th Country are nothing like your old Ling and your Isbels a' th Court the brains of my Cupid's knock'd out and I beginne to loue as an old man loues money with no stomacke Lad. What haue we heere Clo. In that you haue there exit A Letter I haue sent you a daughter-in-Law shee hath recouered the King and vndone me I haue wedded her not bedded her and sworne to make the not eternall You shall heare I am runne away know it before the report come If there bee bredth enough in the world I will hold a long distance My duty to you Your vnfortunate sonne Bertram This is not well rash and vnbridled boy To flye the fauours of so good a King To plucke his indignation on thy head By the misprising of a Maide too vertuous For the contempt of Empire Enter Clowne Clow. O Madam yonder is heauie newes within betweene two souldiers and my yong Ladie La. What is the matter Clo. Nay there is some comfort in the newes some comfort your sonne will not be kild so soone as I thoght he would La. Why should he be kill'd Clo. So say I Madame if he runne away as I heare he does the danger is in standing too 't that 's the losse of men though it be the getting of children Heere they come will tell you more For my part I onely heare your sonne was run away Enter Hellen and two Gentlemen French E. Saue you good Madam Hel. Madam my Lord is gone for euer gone French G. Do not say so La. Thinke vpon patience pray you Gentlemen I haue felt so many quirkes of ioy and greefe That the first face of neither on the start Can woman me vntoo 't Where is my sonne I pray you Fren. G. Madam he 's gone to serue the Duke of Florence We met him thitherward for thence we came And after some dispatch in hand at Court Thither we bend againe Hel. Looke on his Letter Madam here 's my Pasport When thou canst get the Ring vpon my finger which neuer shall come off and shew mee a childe begotten of thy bodie that I am father too then call me husband but in such a then I write a Neuer This is a dreadfull sentence La. Brought you this Letter Gentlemen 1. G. I Madam and for the Contents sake are sorrie for our paines Old La. I prethee Ladie haue a better cheere If thou engrossest all the greefes are thine Thou robst me of a moity He was my sonne But I do wash his name out of my blood And thou art all my childe Towards Florence is he Fren. G. I Madam La. And to be a souldier Fren. G. Such is his noble purpose and beleeu 't The Duke will lay vpon
G. Is it not meant damnable in vs to be Trumpeters of our vnlawfull intents We shall not then haue his company to night Cap. E. Not till after midnight for hee is dieted to his houre Cap. G. That approaches apace I would gladly haue him see his company anathomiz'd that hee might take a measure of his owne iudgements wherein so curiously he had set this counterfeit Cap. E. We will not meddle with him till he come for his presence must be the whip of the other Cap. G. In the meane time what heare you of these Warres Cap. E. I heare there is an ouerture of peace Cap. G. Nay I assure you a peace concluded Cap. E. What will Count Rossillion do then Will he trauaile higher or returne againe into France Cap. G. I perceiue by this demand you are not altogether of his councell Cap. E. Let it be forbid sir so should I bee a great deale of his act Cap. G. Sir his wife some two months since fledde from his house her pretence is a pilgrimage to Saint Iaques le grand which holy vndertaking with most austere sanctimonie she accomplisht and there residing the tendernesse of her Nature became as a prey to her greefe in fine made a groane of her last breath now she sings in heauen Cap. E. How is this iustified Cap. G. The stronger part of it by her owne Letters which makes her storie true euen to the poynt of her death her death it selfe which could not be her office to say is come was faithfully confirm'd by the Rector of the place Cap. E. Hath the Count all this intelligence Cap. G. I and the particular confirmations point from point to the full arming of the veritie Cap. E. I am heartily sorrie that hee 'l bee gladde of this Cap. G. How mightily sometimes we make vs comforts of our losses Cap. E. And how mightily some other times wee drowne our gaine in teares the great dignitie that his valour hath here acquir'd for him shall at home be encountred with a shame as ample Cap. G. The webbe of our life is of a mingled yarne good and ill together our vertues would bee proud if our faults whipt them not and our crimes would dispaire if they were not cherish'd by our vertues Enter a Messenger How now Where 's your master Ser. He met the Duke in the street sir of whom hee hath taken a solemne leaue his Lordshippe will next morning for France The Duke hath offered him Letters of commendations to the King Cap. E. They shall bee no more then needfull there if they were more then they can commend Enter Count Rossillion Ber. They cannot be too sweete for the Kings tartnesse heere 's his Lordship now How now my Lord i' st not after midnight Ber. I haue to night dispatch'd sixteene businesses a moneths length a peece by an abstract of successe I haue congied with the Duke done my adieu with his neerest buried a wife mourn'd for her writ to my Ladie mother I am returning entertain'd my Conuoy betweene these maine parcels of dispatch affected many nicer needs the last was the greatest but that I haue not ended yet Cap. E. If the businesse bee of any difficulty and this morning your departure hence it requires hast of your Lordship Ber. I meane the businesse is not ended as fearing to heare of it hereafter but shall we haue this dialogue betweene the Foole and the Soldiour Come bring forth this counterfet module haâ—s deceiu'd mee like a double-meaning Prophesier Cap. E. Bring him forth ha's sate i' th stockes all night poore gallant knaue Ber. No matter his heeles haue deseru'd it in vsurping his spurres so long How does he carry himselfe Cap. E. I haue told your Lordship alreadie The stockes carrie him But to answer you as you would be vnderstood hee weepes like a wench that had shed her milke he hath confest himselfe to Morgan whom hee supposes to be a Friar froÌ„ the time of his remembrance to this very instant disaster of his setting i' th stockes and what thinke you he hath confest Ber. Nothing of me ha's a Cap. E. His confession is taken and it shall bee read to his face if your Lordshippe be in 't as I beleeue you are you must haue the patience to heare it Enter Parolles with his Interpreter Ber. A plague vpon him muffeld he can say nothing of me hush hush Cap. G. Hoodman comes Portotartarossa Inter. He calles for the tortures what will you say without em Par. I will confesse what I know without constraint If ye pinch me like a Pasty I can say no more Int. Bosko Chimurcho Cap. Boblibindo chicurmurco Int. You are a mercifull Generall Our Generall bids you answer to what I shall aske you out of a Note Par. And truly as I hope to liue Int. First demand of him how many horse the Duke is strong What say you to that Par. Fiue or sixe thousand but very weake and vnseruiceable the troopes are all scattered and the Commanders verie poore rogues vpon my reputation and credit and as I hope to liue Int. Shall I set downe your answer so Par. Do I le take the Sacrament on 't how which way you will all 's one to him Ber. What a past-sauing slaue is this Cap. G. Y' are deceiu'd my Lord this is Mounsieur Parrolles the gallant militarist that was his owne phrase that had the whole theoricke of warre in the knot of his scarfe and the practise in the chape of his dagger Cap. E. I will neuer trust a man againe for keeping his sword cleane nor beleeue he can haue euerie thing in him by wearing his apparrell neatly Int. Well that 's set downe Par. Fiue or six thousand horse I sed I will say true or thereabouts set downe for I le speake truth Cap. G. He 's very neere the truth in this Ber. But I con him no thankes for 't in the nature he deliuers it Par. Poore rogues I pray you say Int. Well that 's set downe Par. I humbly thanke you sir a truth 's a truth the Rogues are maruailous poore Interp. Demaund of him of what strength they are a foot What say you to that Par. By my troth sir if I were to liue this present houre I will tell true Let me see Spurio a hundred fiftie Sebastian so many Corambus so many Iaques so many Guiltian Cosmo Lodowicke and Gratij two hundred fiftie each Mine owne Company Chitopher Vaumond Bentij two hundred fiftie each so that the muster file rotten and sound vppon my life amounts not to fifteene thousand pole halfe of the which dare not shake the snow from off their Cassockes least they shake themselues to peeces Ber. What shall be done to him Cap. G. Nothing but let him haue thankes Demand of him my condition and what credite I haue with the Duke Int. Well that 's set downe you shall demaund of him whether one Captaine Dumaine bee i' th Campe a
Frenchman what his reputation is with the Duke what his valour honestie and expertnesse in warres or whether he thinkes it were not possible with well-waighing summes of gold to corrupt him to a reuolt What say you to this What do you know of it Par. I beseech you let me answer to the particular of the intergatories Demand them singly Int Do you know this Captaine Dumaine Par. I know him a was a Botchers Prentize in Paris from whence he was whipt for getting the Shrieues fool with childe a dumbe innocent that could not say him nay Ber. Nay by your leaue hold your hands though I know his braines are forfeite to the next tile that fals Int. Well is this Captaine in the Duke of Florences campe Par. Vpon my knowledge he is and lowsie Cay G. Nay looke not so vpon me we shall heare of your Lord anon Int. What is his reputation with the Duke Par. The Duke knowes him for no other but a poore Officer of mine and writ to mee this other day to turne him out a' th band I thinke I haue his Letter in my pocket Int. Marry we 'll search Par. In good sadnesse I do not know either it is there or it is vpon a file with the Dukes other Letters in my Tent. Int. Heere 't is heere 's a paper shall I reade it to you Par. I do not know if it be it or no. Ber. Our Interpreter do's it well Cap. G. Excellently Int. Dian the Counts a foole and full of gold Par. That is not the Dukes letter sir that is an aduertisement to a proper maide in Florence one Diana to take heede of the allurement of one Count Rossillion a foolish idle boy but for all that very ruttish I pray you sir put it vp againe Int. Nay I le reade it first by your fauour Par. My meaning in 't I protest was very honest in the behalfe of the maid for I knew the young Count to be a dangerous and lasciuious boy who is a whale to Virginity and deuours vp all the fry it finds Ber. Damnable both-sides rogue Int Let. When he sweares oathes hid him drop gold and take it After he scores he neuer payes the score Halfe won is match well made match and well make it He nere payes after debts take it before And say a souldier Dian told thee this Men are to mell with boyes are not to kis For count of this the Counts a Foolâ— I know it Who payes before but not when he does owe it Thine as he vow'd to thee in thine eare Parolles Ber. He shall be whipt through the Armie with this rime in 's forehead Cap. E. This is your deuoted friend sir the manifold Linguist and the army-potent souldier Ber. I could endure any thing before but a Cat and now he 's a Cat to me Int. I perceiue sir by your Generals lookes wee shall be faine to hang you Par. My life sir in any case Not that I am afraide to dye but that my offences beeing many I would repent out the remainder of Nature Let me liue sir in a dungeon i' th stockes or any where so I may liue Int. Wee 'le see what may bee done so you confesse freely therefore once more to this Captaine Dumaine you haue answer'd to his reputation with the Duke and to his valour What is his honestie Par. He will steale sir an Egge out of a Cloister for rapes and rauishments he paralels Nessus Hee professes not keeping of oaths in breaking em he is stronger then Hercules He will lye sir with such volubilitie that you would thinke truth were a foole drunkennesse is his best vertue for he will be swine-drunke and in his sleepe he does little harme saue to his bed-cloathes about him but they know his conditions and lay him in straw I haue but little more to say sir of his honesty he ha's euerie thing that an honest man should not haue what an honest man should haue he has nothing Cap. G. I begin to loue him for this Ber. For this description of thine honestie A pox vpon him for me he 's more and more a Cat. Int. What say you to his expertnesse in warre Par. Faith sir ha's led the drumme before the English Tragedians to belye him I will not and more of his souldiership I know not except in that Country he had the honour to be the Officer at a place there called Mile-end to instruct for the doubling of files I would doe the man what honour I can but of this I am not certaine Cap. G. He hath out-villain'd villanie so farre that the raritie redeemes him Ber. A pox on him he 's a Cat still Int. His qualities being at this poore price I neede not to aske you if Gold will corrupt him to reuolt Par. Sir for a Cardceue he will sell the fee-simple of his saluation the inheritance of it and cut th' intaile from all remainders and a perpetuall succession for it perpetually Int. What 's his Brother the other Captain Dumain Cap. E. Why do's he aske him of me Int. What 's he Par. E'ne a Crow a' th same nest not altogether so great as the first in goodnesse but greater a great deale in euill He excels his Brother for a coward yet his Brother is reputed one of the best that is In a retreate hee out-runnes any Lackey marrie in comming on hee ha's the Crampe Int. If your life be saued will you vndertake to betray the Florentine Par. I and the Captaine of his horse Count Rossillion Int. I le whisper with the Generall and knowe his pleasure Par. I le no more drumming a plague of all drummes onely to seeme to deserue well and to beguile the supposition o' that lasciuious yong boy the Count haue I run into this danger yet who would haue suspected an ambush where I was taken Int. There is no remedy sir but you must dye the Generall sayes you that haue so traitorously discouerd the secrets of your army and made such pestifferous reports of men very nobly held can serue the world for no honest vse therefore you must dye Come headesman off with his head Par. O Lord sir let me liue or let me see my death Int. That shall you and take your leaue of all your friends So looke about you know you any heere Count. Good morrow noble Captaine Lo. E. God blesse you Captaine Parolles Cap. G. God saue you noble Captaine Lo. E. Captain what greeting will you to my Lord Lafew I am for France Cap. G. Good Captaine will you giue me a Copy of the sonnet you writ to Diana in behalfe of the Count Rossillion and I were not a verie Coward I 'de compell it of you but far you well Exeunt Int. You are vndone Captaine all but your scarfe that has a knot on 't yet Par. Who cannot be crush'd with a plot Inter. If you could finde out a Countrie where but women were that had receiued so much shame you
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
are scoundrels and substractor that say so of him Who are they Ma. They that adde moreour hee 's drunke nightly in your company To. With drinking healths to my Neece I le drinke to her as long as there is a passage in my throat drinke in Illyria he 's a Coward and a Coystrill that will not drinke to my Neece till his braines turne o' th toe like a parish top What wench Castiliano vulgo for here coms Sir Andrew Agueface Enter Sir Andrew And. Sir Toby Belch How now sir Toby Belch To. Sweet sir Andrew And. Blesse you faire Shrew Mar. And you too sir Tob. Accost Sir Andrew accost And. What 's that To. My Neeces Chamber-maid Ma. Good Mistris accost I desire better acquaintance Ma. My name is Mary sir And. Good mistris Mary accost To You mistake knight Accost is front her boord her woe her assayle her And. By my troth I would not vndertake her in this company Is that the meaning of Accost Ma. Far you well Gentlemen To. And thou let part so Sir Andrew would thou mightst neuer draw sword agen And. And you part so mistris I would I might neuer draw sword agen Faire Lady doe you thinke you haue fooles in hand Ma. Sir I haue not you by ' th hand An. Marry but you shall haue and heere 's my hand Ma. Now sir thought is free I pray you bring your hand to ' th Buttry barre and let it drinke An. Wherefore sweet-heart What 's your Metaphor Ma. It 's dry sir And. Why I thinke so I am not such an asse but I can keepe my hand dry But what 's your iest Ma. A dry iest Sir And. Are you full of them Ma. I Sir I haue them at my fingers ends marry now I let go your hand I am barren Exit Maria To. O knight thou lack'st a cup of Canarie when did I see thee so put downe An. Neuer in your life I thinke vnlesse you see Canarie put me downe mee thinkes sometimes I haue no more wit then a Christian or an ordinary man ha's but I am a great eater of beefe and I beleeue that does harme to my wit To. No question An. And I thought that I 'de forsweare it I le ride home to morrow sir Toby To. Pur-quoy my deere knight An. What is purquoy Do or not do I would I had bestowed that time in the tongues that I haue in fencing dancing and beare-bayting O had I but followed the Arts. To. Then hadst thou had an excellent head of haire An. Why would that haue mended my haire To. Past question for thou seest it will not coole my nature An But it becoms we wel enough dost not To. Excellent it hangs like flax on a distaffe I hope to see a huswife take thee between her legs spin it off An. Faith I le home to morrow sir Toby your niece wil not be seene or if she be it 's four to one she 'l none of me the Count himselfe here hard by wooes her To. Shee 'l none o' th Count she 'l not match aboue hir degree neither in estate yeares nor wit I haue heard her swear 't Tut there 's life in 't man And. I le stay a moneth longer I am a fellow o' th strangest minde i' th world I delight in Maskes and Reuels sometimes altogether To. Art thou good at these kicke-chawses Knight And. As any man in Illyria whatsoeuer he be vnder the degree of my betters yet I will not compare with an old man To. What is thy excellence in a galliard knight And. Faith I can cut a caper To. And I can cut the Mutton too 't And. And I thinke I haue the backe-tricke simply as strong as any man in Illyria To. Wherefore are these things hid Wherefore haue these gifts a Curtaine before ' em Are they like to take dust like mistris Mals picture Why dost thou not goe to Church in a Galliard and come home in a Carranto My verie walke should be a Iigge I would not so much as make water but in a Sinke-a-pace What dooest thou meane Is it a world to hide vertues in I did thinke by the excellent constitution of thy legge it was form'd vnder the starre of a Galliard And I 't is strong and it does indifferent well in a dam'd colour'd stocke Shall we sit about some Reuels To. What shall we do else were we not borne vnder Taurus And. Taurus That sides and heart To. No sir it is leggs and thighes let me see thee caper Ha higher ha ha excellent Exeunt Scena Quarta Enter Valentine and Viola in mans attire Val. If the Duke continue these fauours towards you Cesario you are like to be much aduanc'd he hath known you but three dayes and already you are no stranger Vio. You either feare his humour or my negligence that you call in question the continuance of his loue Is he inconstant sir in his fauours Val No beleeue me Enter Duke Curio and Attendants Vio. I thanke you heere comes the Count. Duke Who saw Cesario hoa Vio. On your attendance my Lord heere Du Stand you a-while aloofe Cesario Thou knowst no lesse but all I haue vnclasp'd To thee the booke euen of my secret soule Therefore good youth addresse thy gate vnto her Be not deni'de accesse stand at her doores And tell them there thy fixed foot shall grow Till thou haue audience Vio Sure my Noble Lord If she be so abandon'd to her sorrow As it is spoke she neuer will admit me Du Be clamorous and leape all ciuill bounds Rather then make vnprofited returne Vio. Say I do speake with her my Lord what then Du. O then vnfold the passion of my loue Surprize her with discourse of my deere faith It shall become thee well to act my woes She will attend it better in thy youth Then in a Nuntio's of more graue aspect Vio. I thinke not so my Lord. Du. Deere Lad beleeue it For they shall yet belye thy happy yeeres That say thou art a man Dianas lip Is not more smooth and rubious thy small pipe Is as the maidens organ shrill and sound And all is semblatiue a womans part I know thy constellation is right apt For this affayre some foure or fiue attend him All if you will for I my selfe am best When least in companie prosper well in this And thou shalt liue as freely as thy Lord To call his fortunes thine Vio I le do my best To woe your Lady yet a barrefull strife Who ere I woe my selfe would be his wife Exeunt Scena Quinta Enter Maria and Clowne Ma. Nay either tell me where thou hast bin or I will not open my lippes so wide as a brissle may enter in way of thy excuse my Lady will hang thee for thy absence Clo. Let her hang me hee that is well hang'de in this world needs to feare no colours Ma. Make that good Clo. He shall see none to feare Ma. A good lenton
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
as we are by this peeuish Towne Turne thou the mouth of thy Artillerie As we will ours against these sawcie walles And when that we haue dash'd them to the ground Why then defie each other and pell-mell Make worke vpon our selues for heauen or hell Fra. Let it be so say where will you assault Iohn We from the West will send destruction Into this Cities bosome Aust I from the North. Fran. Our Thunder from the South Shall raine their drift of bullets on this Towne Bast O prudent discipline From North to South Austria and France shoot in each others mouth I le stirre them to it Come away away Hub. Heare vs great kings vouchsafe awhile to stay And I shall shew you peace and faire-fac'd league Win you this Citie without stroke or wound Rescue those breathing liues to dye in beds That heere come sacrifices for the field Perseuer not but heare me mighty kings Iohn Speake on with favour we are bent to heare Hub. That daughter there of Spaine the Lady Blanch Is neere to England looke vpon the yeeres Of Lewes the Dolphin and that louely maid If lustie loue should go in quest of beautie Where should he finde it fairer theâ— in Blanch If zealous loue should go in search of vertue Where should he finde iâ— purer then in Blanch If loue ambitious sought a match of birth Whose veines bound richer blood then Lady Blanch Such as she is in beautie vertue birth Is the yong Dolphin euery way compleat If not compleat of say he is not shee And she againe wants nothing to name want If want it be not that she is not hee He is the halfe-part oâ— a blessed man Left to be finished by such as shee And she a faire diuided excellence Whose fulnesse of perfection lyes in him O two such siluer currents when they ioyne Do glorifie the bankes that bound them in And two such shores to two such streames made one Two such controlling bounds shall you be kings To these two Princes if you marrie them This Vnion shall do more then batterie can To our fast closed gates for at this match With swifter spleene then powder can enforce The mouth of passage shall we sling wide ope And giue you entrance but without this match The sea enraged is not halfe so deafe Lyons more confident Mountaines and rockes More free from motion no not death himselfe In mortall furie halfe so peremptorie As we to keepe this Citie Bast Heere 's a stay That shakes the rotten carkasse of old death Out of his ragges Here 's a large mouth indeede That spits forth death and mountaines rockes and seas Talkes as familiarly of roaring Lyons As maids of thirteene do of puppi-dogges What Cannoneere begot this Iustie blood He speakes plaine Cannon fire and smoake and bounce He giues the bastinado with his tongue Our eares are cudgel'd not a word of his But buffets better then a fist of France Zounds I was neuer so bethumpt with words Since I first cal'd my brothers father Dad. Old Qu. Son list to this coniunction make this match Giue with our Neece a dowrie large enough For by this knot thou shalt so surely tye Thy now vnsur'd assurance to the Crowne That you greene boy shall haue no Sunne to ripe The bloome that promiseth a mightie fruite I see a yeelding in the lookes of France Marke how they whisper vrge them while their soules Are capeable of this ambition Least zeale now melted by the windie breath Of soft petitions pittie and remorse Coole and congeale againe to what it was Hub. Why answer not the double Maiesties This friendly treatie of our threatned Towne Fra. Speake England first that hath bin forward first To speake vnto this Cittie what say you Iohn If that the Dolphin there thy Princely sonne Can in this booke of beautie râ—ad I loue Her Dowrie shall weigh equall with a Queene For Angiers and faire Toraine Maine Poyctiers And all that we vpon this side the Sea Except this Cittie now by vs besiedg'd Finde liable to our Crowne and Dignitie Shall gild her bridall bed and make her rich In titles honors and promotions As she in beautie education blood Holdes hand with any Princesse of the world Fra. What sai'st thou boy looke in the Ladies face Dol. I do my Lord and in her eie I find A wonder or a wondrous miracle The shadow of my selfe form'd in her eye Which being but the shadow of your sonne Becomes a sonne and makes your sonne a shadow I do protest I neuer lou'd my selfe Till now infixed I beheld my selfe Drawne in the flattering table of her eie Whispers with Blanch. Bast Drawne in the flattering table of her eie Hang'd in the frowning wrinkle of her brow And quarter'd in her heart hee doth espie Himselfe loues traytor this is pittie now That hang'd and drawne and quarter'd there should be In such a loue so vile a Lout as he Blan. My vnckles will in this respect is mine If he see ought in you that makes him like That any thing he see 's which moues his liking I can with ease translate it to my will Or if you will to speake more properly I will enforce it easlie to my loue Further I will not flatter you my Lord That all I see in you is worthie loue Then this that nothing do I see in you Though churlish thoughts themselues should bee your Iudge That I can finde should merit any hate Iohn What saie these yong-ones What say you my Neece Blan. That she is bound in honor still to do What you in wisedome still vouchsafe to say Iohn Speake then Prince Dolphin can you loue this Ladie Dol. Nay aske me if I can refraine from loue For I doe loue her most vnfainedly Iohn Then do I giue Volquessen Toraine Maine Poyctiers and Aniow these fiue Prouinces With her to thee and this addition more Full thirty thousand Markes of English coyne Phillip of France if thou be pleas'd withall Command thy sonne and daughtet to ioyne hands Fra. It likes vs well young Princes close your hands Aust And your lippes too for I am well assur'd That I did so when I was first assur'd Fra. Now Cittizens of Angires ope your gates Let in that amitie which you haue made For at Saint Maries Chappell presently The rights of marriage shall be solemniz'd Is not the Ladie Constance in this troope I know she is not for this match made vp Her presence would haue interrupted much Where is she and her sonne tell me who knowes Dol. She is sad and passionate at your highnes Tent. Fra. And by my faith this league that we haue made Will giue her sadnesse very little cure Brother of England how may we content This widdow Lady In her right we came Which we God knowes haue turnâ—d another way To our owne vantage Iohn We will heale vp all For wee 'l create yong Arthur Duke of Britaine And Earle of Richmond and this rich faire Towne We make him
not I pleas'd not to be pardon'd am content with all Seeke you to seize and gripe into your hands The Royalties and Rights of banish'd Herfoâ—d Is not Gaunt dead and doth not Herford liue Was not Gaunt iust and is not â—arry true Did not the one deserue to haue an heyre Is not his heyre a well-deseruing sonne Take Herfords rights away and take from time His Charters and his customarie rights Let not to morrow then insue to day Be not thy selfe For how art thou a King But by faire sequence and succession Now afore God God forbid I say true If you do wrongfully seize Herfords right Call in his Letters Patents that he hath By his Atturneyes generall to sue His Liuerie and denie his offer'd homage You plucke a thousand â—angers on your head You loose a thousand well-disposed hearts And pricke my tender patience to those thoughts Which honor and allegeance cannnot thinke Ric. Thinke what you will we seiâ—e into our hands His plate his goods his money and his lands Yor. I le noâ— be by the while My Liege farewell What will ensue heereof there 's none can tell But by bad couâ—ses may be vnderstood That their euents can neuer fall out good Exit Rich. Go Bushie to the Earle of Wiltshire streight Bid him repaire to vs to Ely house To see this businesse to morrow next We will for Ireland and 't is time I trow And we create in absence of our selfe Our Vncle Yorke Lord Gouernor of England For he is iust and alwayes louâ—d vs well Come on out Queene to morrow must we part Be merry for our time of stay is short Flourish Manet North Willoughby Ross Nor. Well Lords the Duke of Lancaster is dead Ross And liuing too for now his sonne is Duke Wil. Barely in title not in reuennew Nor. Richly in both if iustice had her right Ross My heart is great but it must break with silence Er 't be disburthen'd with a liberall tongue Nor. Nay speake thy mind let him ne'r speak more That speakes thy words againe to do thee harme Wil. Tends that thou 'dst speake to th' Du of Hereford If it be so out with it boldly man Quicke is mine eare to heare of good towards him Ross No good at all that I can do for him Vnlesse you call it good to pitie him Berest and gelded of his patrimonie Nor. Now afore heauen 't is shame such wrongs are borne In him a royall Prince and many moe Of noble blood in this declining Land The King is not himselfe but basely led By Flatterers and what they will informe Meerely in hate ' gainst any of vs all That will the King seuerely prosecute ' Gainst vs our liues our children and our heires Ros The Commons hath he pil'd with greeuous taxes And quite lost their hearts the Nobles hath he finde For ancient quarrels and quite lost their hearts Wil. And daily new exâ—ctions are deuis'd As blankes beneuolences and I wot not what But what o' Gods name doth become of this Nor. Wars hath not wasted it for war'd he hath not But basely yeelded vpon comprimize That which his Ancestors atchieu'd with blowes More hath he spent in peace then they in warres Ros The Earle of Wiltshire hath the realme in Farme Wil. The Kings growne bankrupt like a broken man Nor. Reproach and dissolution hangeth ouer him Ros He hath not monie for these Irish warres His burthenous taxations notwithstanding But by the robbing of the banish'd Duke Nor. His noble Kinsman most degenerate King But Lords we heare this fearefull tempest sing Yet seeke no shelter to auoid the storme We see the winde sit sore vpon our salles And yet we strike not but securely perish Ros We see the very wracke that we must suffer And â—auoyded is the danger now For â—irstâ—ng so the causes of our wracke Nor. Not so euen through the hollow eyes of death I spâ— life peering but I dare not say How neere the tidings of our comfort is Wil. Nay let vs share thy thoughts as thou dost ours Ros Be confident to speake Northumberland We three are but thy selfe and speaking so Thy words are but as thoughts therefore be bold Nor. Then thus I haue from Port le Blan A Bay in Britaine receiu'd intelligence That Harry Duke of Herford Rainald Lord Cobham That late broke from the Duke of Exeter His brother Archbishop late of Canterbury Sir Thomas Erpingham Sir Iohn Rainston Sir Iohn Norberie Sir Robert Wâ—terton Francis Quoint All these well furnish'd by the Duke of Britaine With eight tall ships three thousand men of warre Are making hither with all due expedience And shortly meane to touch our Northerne shore Perhaps they had ere this but that they stay The first departing of the King for Ireland If then we shall shake off our slauish yoake Impe out our drooping Countries broken wing Redeeme from broaking pawne the blemish'd Crowne Wipe off the dust that hides our Scepters gilt And make high Maiestie looke like it selfe Away with me in poste to Rauenspurgh But if you faint as fearing to do so Stay and be secret and my selfe will go Ros To horse to horse vrge doubts to them y t feare Wil. Hold out my horse and I will first be there Exeunt Scena Secunda Enter Queene Bushy and Bagot Bush Madam your Maiesty is too much sad You promis'd when you parted with the King To lay aside selfe-harming heauinesse And entertaine a cheerefull disposition Qu. To please the King I did to please my selfe I cannot do it yet I know no cause Why I should welcome such a guest as greefe Saue bidding farewell to so sweet a guest As my sweet Richard yet againe me thinkes Some vnborne sorrow ripe in fortunes wombe Is comming towards me and my inward soule With nothing trembles at something it greeues More then with parting from my Lord the King Bush Each substance of a greefe hath twenty shadows Which shewes like greefe it selfe but is not so For sorrowes eye glazed with blinding teares Diuides one thing intire to many obiects Like perspectiues which rightly gaz'd vpon Shew nothing but confusion ey'd awry Distinguish forme so your sweet Maiestie Looking awry vpon your Lords departure Finde shapes of greefe more then himselfe to waile Which look'd on as it is is naught but shadowes Of what it is not then thrice-gracious Queene More then your Lords departure weep not more 's not seene Or if it be 't is with false sorrowes eie Which for things true weepe things imaginary Qu. It may be so but yet my inward soule Perswades me it is otherwise how ere it be I cannot but be sad so heauy sad As though on thinking on no thought I thinke â—akes me with heauy nothing faint and shrinke Bush 'T is nothing but conceit my gracious Lady Qu. 'T is nothing lesse conceit is still deriu'd From some fore father greefe mine is not so For nothing hath begot my something greefe Or
something hath the nothing that I greeue 'T is in reuersion that I do possesse But what it is that is not yet knowne what I cannot name 't is namelesse woe I wot Enter Greene. Gree. Heauen saue your Maiesty and wel met Gentlemen I hope the King is not yet shipt for Ireland Qu. Why hop'st thou so T is better hope he is For his designes craue hast his hast good hope Then wherefore dost thou hope he is not shipt Gre. That he our hope might haue retyr'd his power and driuen into dispaire an enemies hope Who strongly hath set footing in this Land The banish'd Bullingbrooke repeales himselfe And with vp-lifted Armes is safe arriu'd At Rauenspurg Qu. Now God in heauen forbid Gr. O Madam 't is too true and that is worse The L. Northumberland his yong sonne Henrie Percie The Lords of Rosse Beaumond and Willoughby With all their powrefull friends are fled to him Bush Why haue you not proclaim'd Northumberland And the rest of the reuolted faction Traitors Gre. We haue where upon the Earle of Worcester Hath broke his staffe resign'd his Stewardship And al the houshold seruant fled with him to Bullinbrook Qu. So Greene thou art the midwife of my woe And Bullinbrooke my sorrowes dismall heyre Now hath my soule brought forth her prodegie And I a gasping new deliuered mother Haue woe to woe sorrow to sorrow ioyn'd Bush Dispaire not Madam Qu. Who shall hinder me I will dispaire and be at enmitie With couzening hope he is a Flatterer A Parasite a keeper backe of death Who gently would dissolue the bands of life Which false hopes linger in extremity Enter Yorke Gre. Heere comes the Duke of Yorke Qu. With signes of warre about his aged necke Oh full of carefull businesse are his lookes Vncle for heauens sake speake comfortable words Yor. Comfort 's in heauen and we are on the earth Where nothing liues but crosses care and greefe Your husband he is gone to saile farre off Whilst others come to make him loose at home Heere am I left to vnder-prop his Land Who weake with age cannot support my selfe Now comes the sicke houre that his surfet made Now shall he try his friends that flattered him Enter a seruant Ser. My Lord your sonne was gone before I came Yor. He was why so go all which way it will The Nobles they are fled the Commons they are cold And will I feare reuolt on Herfords side Sirra get thee to Plathie to my sister Gloster Bid her send me presently a thousand pound Hold take my Ring Ser. My Lord I had forgot To tell your Lordship to day I came by and call'd there But â— shall greeue you to report the rest Yor. What is' t knaue Ser. An houre before I came the Dutchesse di'de Yor. Heau'n for his mercy what a tide of woes Come rushing on this wofull Land at once I know not what to do I would to heauen So my vntruth had not prouok'd him to it The King had cut off my head with my brothers What are there postes dispatcht for Ireland How shall we do for money for these warres Come sister Cozen I would say pray pardon me Go fellow get thee home poouide some Carts And bring away the Armour that is there Gentlemen will you muster men If I know how or which way to order these affaires Thus disorderly thrust into my hands Neuer beleeue me Both are my kinsmen Th' one is my Soueraigne whom both my oath And dutie bids defend th' other againe Is my kinsman whom the King hath wrong'd Whom conscience and my kindred bids to right Well somewhat we must do Come Cozen I le dispose of you Gentlemen go muster vp your men And meet me presently at Barkley Castle I should to Plashy too but time will not permit All is vneuen and euery thing is left at six and seuen Exit Bush The winde sits faire for newes to go to Ireland But none returnes For vs to leuy power Proportionable to th' enemy is all impossible Gr. Besides our neerenesse to the King in loue Is neere the hate of those loue not the King Ba And that 's the wauering Commons for their loue Lies in their purses and who so empties them By so much fils their hearts with deadly hate Bush Wherein the king stands generally condemn'd Bag. If iudgement lye in them then so do we Because we haue beene euer neere the King Gr. Well I will for refuge straight to Bristoll Castle The Earle of Wiltshire is alreadie there Bush Thither will I with you for little office Will the hatefull Commons performe for vs Except like Curres to teare vs all in peeces Will you go along with vs Bag. No I will to Ireland to his Maiestie Farewell if hearts presages be not vaine We three here part that neu'r shall meete againe Bu. That 's as Yorke thriues to beate back Bullinbroke Gr. Alas poore Duke the taske he vndertakes Iâ— numbring sands and drinking Oceans drie Where one on his side sights thousands will flye Bush Farewell at once for once for all and euer Well we may meete againe Bag. I feare me neuer Exit Scaena Tertia Enter the Duke of Hereford and Northumberland Bul. How farre is it my Lord to Berkley now Nor. Beleeue me noble Lord I am a stranger heere in Gloustershire These high wilde hâ—lles and rough vneeuen waies Drawes out our miles and makes them wearisome And yet our faire discourse hath beene as sugar Making the hard way sweet and delectable But â— bethinke me what a wearie way From Rauenspurgh to Cottshold will be found In Rosse and Willoughby wanting your companie Which I protest hath very much beguild The tediousnesse and processe of my trauell But theirs is sweetned with the hope to haue The present benefit that I possesse And hope to ioy is little lesse in ioy Then hope enioy'd By this the wearie Lords Shall make their way seeme short as mâ—ne hath done By sight of what I haue your Noble Companie Bull. Of much lesse value is my Companie Then your good words but who comes here Enter H. Percie North. It is my Sonne young Harry Percie Sent from my Brother Worcester Whence soeuer Harry how fares your Vnckle Percie I had thought my Lord to haue learn'd his health of you North. Why is he not with the Queene Percie No my good Lord he hath forsook the Court Broken his Staffe of Office and disperst The Household of the King North. What was his reason He was not so resolu'd when we last spake together Percie Because your Lordship was proclaimed Traitor But hee my Lord is gone to Rauenspurgh To offer seruice to the Duke of Hereford And sent me ouer by Barkely to discouer What power the Duke of Yorke had leuied there Then with direction to repaire to Rauenspurgh North. Haue you forgot the Duke of Hereford Boy Percie No my good Lord for that is not forgot Which ne're I did remember to my knowledge I neuer
in my life did looke on him North. Then learne to know him now this is the Duke Percie My gracious Lord I tender you my seruice Such as it is being render raw and young Which elder dayes shall ripen and confirme To more approued seruice and desert Bull. I thanke thee gentle Percie and be sure I count my selfe in nothing else so happy As in a Soule remembring my good Friends And as my Fortune ripens with thy Loue It shall be still thy true Loues recompence My Heart this Couenant makes my Hand thus seales it North. How farre is it to Barkely and what stirre Keepes good old Yorke there with his Men of Warre Percie There stands the Castle by yond tuft of Trees Mann'd with three hundred men as I haue heard And in it are the Lords of Yorke Barkely and Seymor None else of Name and noble estimate Enter Rosse aâ—d Willoughby North. Here con nâ— the Lords of Rosse and Willoughby Bloody with spurring siâ— red with hasle Bull. Welcome my Lords I wot your loue pursues A banisht Pray◠〈◊〉 my Treasurie 〈◊〉 that vasel 〈…〉 which more enrichâ—d Shall be your loue and lab was recompence Râ— Your presence makes vs rich most Noble Lord. 〈◊〉 And sure surmounts our labour to attaine it 〈◊〉 Euermore thankes th' Exchequer of the poore Which till my infant-fortune comes to yeeres Stands for my Bountie but who comes here Enter Barkely North. It is my Lord of Barkely as I ghesse Bark My Lord of Hereford my Message is to you Bull. My Lord my Answere is to Lancaster And I am come to seeke that Name in England And I must finde that Title in your Tongue Before I make reply to aught you say Bark Mistake me not my Lord 't is not my meaning To raze one Title of your Honor out To you my Lord I come what Lord you will From the most glorious of this Land The Duke of Yorke to know what pricks you on To take aduantage of the absent time And fright our Natiue Peace with selfe-borne Armes Enter Yorke Bull. I shall not need transport my words by you Here comes his Grace in Person My Noble Vnckle York Shew me thy humble heart and not thy knee Whose dutie is deceiuable and false Bull. My gracious Vnckle York Tut tut Grace me no Grace nor Vnckle me I am no Traytors Vnckle and that word Grace In an vngracious mouth is but prophane Why haue these banish'd and forbidden Legges Dar'd once to touch a Dust of Englands Ground But more then why why haue they dar'd to march So many miles vpon her peacefull Bosome Frighting her pale-fac'd Villages with Warre And oftentation of despised Armes Com'st thou because th' anoynted King is hence Why foolish Boy the King is left behind And in my loyall Bosome lyes his power Were I buâ— now the Lord of such hot youth Aâ— when braue Gaunt thy Father and my selfe Rescued the Black Prince that yong Mars of men From forth the Rankes of many thousand French Oh then how quickly should this Arme of mine Now Prisoner to the Palsie chastise thee And minister correction to thy Fault Bull. My gracious Vnckle let me know my Fault On what Condition stands it and wherein York Euen in Condition of the worst degree In grosse Rebellion and detested Treason Thou art a banish'd man and here art come Before th' expiration of thy time In brauing Atmâ—s against thy Soueraigne Bull. As I was banish'd I was banish'd Hereford But as I come I come for Lancaster And Noble Vnckle I beseech your Grace Looke on my Wrongs with an indifferent eye You are my Father for me thinkes in you I see old Gaunt aliue Oh then my Father Will you permit that I shall stand condemn'd A wandring Vagabond my Rights and Royalties Pluckt from my armes â—erforce and giuen away To vpstart Vnthrifts Wherefore was I borne If that my Cousin King be King of England It must be graunted I am Duke of Lancaster You haue a Sonne Aumerle my Noble Kinsman Had you first died and he beene thus trod downe He should haue found his Vnckle Gaunt a Father To rowze his Wrongs and chase them to the bay I am denyde to sue my Liuerie here And yet my Letters Patents giue me leaue My Fathers goods are all distraynd and sold And these and all are all amisse imployd What would you haue me doe I am a Subiect And challenge Law Attorneyes are deny'd me And therefore personally I lay my claime To my Inheritance of free Discent North. The Noble Duke hath been too much abus'd Ross It stands your Grace vpon to doe him right Willo Base men by his endowments are made great York My Lords of England let me tell you this I haue had feeling of my Cosens Wrongs And labour'd all I could to doe him right But in this kind to come in brauing Armes Be his owne Caruer and cut out his way To find out Right with Wrongs it may not be And you that doe abett him in this kind Cherâ—sh Rebellion and are Rebels all North. The Noble Duke hath sworne his comming is But for his owne and for the right of that Wee all haue strongly sworne to giue him ayd And let him neu'r see Ioy that breakes that Oath York Well well I see the issue of these Armes I cannot mend it I must needes confesse Because my power is weake and all ill left But if I could by him that gaue me life I would attach you all and make you stoope Vnto the Soueraigne Mercy of the King But since I cannot be it knowne to you I doe remaine as Neuter So fare you well Vnlesse you please to enter in the Castle And there repose you for this Night Bull. An offer Vnckle that wee will accept But wee must winne your Grace to goe with vs To Bristow Castle which they say is held By Bushie Bagot and their Complices The Caterpillers of the Commonwealth Which I haue sworne to weed and plucke away York It may be I will go with you but yet I le pawse For I am loth to breake our Countries Lawes Nor Friends nor Foes to me welcome you are Things past redresse are now with me past care Exeunt Scoena Quarta Enter Salisbury and a Captaine Capt. My Lord of Salisbury we haue stayd ten dayes And hardly kept our Countreymen together And yet we heare no tidings from the King Therefore we will disperse our selues farewell Sal. Stay yet another day thou trustie Welchman The King reposeth all his confidence in thee Capt. 'T is thought the King is dead we will not stay The Bay-trees in our Countrey all are wither'd And Meteors fright the fixed Starres of Heauen The pale-fac'd Moone lookes bloody on the Earth And leane-look'd Prophets whisper fearefull change Rich men looke sad and Ruffians dance and leape The one in feare to loose what they enioy The other to enioy by Rage and Warre These signes fore-run the death of Kings Farewell our Countreymen
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
slaughter-men What say you Will you yeeld and this auoyd Or guiltie in defence be thus destroy'd Enter Gouernour Gouer. Our expectation hath this day an end The Dolphin whom of Succours we entreated Returnes vs that his Powers are yet not ready To rayse so great a Siege Therefore great King We yeeld our Towne and Liues to thy soft Mercy Enter our Gates dispose of vs and ours For we no longer are defensible King Open your Gates Come Vnckle Exeter Goe you and enter Harflew there remaine And fortifie it strongly ' gainst the French Vse mercy to them all for vs deare Vnckle The Winter comming on and Sicknesse growing Vpon our Souldiers we will retyre to Calis To night in Harflew will we be your Guest To morrow for the March are we addrest Flourish and enter the Towne Enter Katherine and an old Gentlewoman Kathe. Alice tu as este en Augleterre tu bien parlas le Language Alice En peu Madame Kath. Ie te prie m'ensigniez il faut que ie apprend a parlen Comient appelle vous le main en Anglois Alice Le main il appelle de Hand Kath. De Hand Alice Ele doyts Kat. Le doyts ma foy Ie oublie e doyt mays ie me souemeray le doyts ie pense qu'ils ont appelle de fingres on de fingres Alice Le main de Hand le doyts le Fingres ie pense que ie suis le bon escholier Kath. I' ay gaynie diux mots d' Anglois vistement coment appelle vous le ongles Alice Le ongles les appellons de Nayles Kath. De Nayles escoute dites moy si ie parle bien de Hand de Fingres e de Nayles Alice Cest bien dict Madame il fort bon Anglois Kath. Dites moy l' Anglois pour le bras Alice De Arme Madame Kath. E de coudee Alice D' Elbow Kath. D' Elbow Ie men fay le repiticio de touts les mots que vous maves apprins des a present Alice Il trop difficile Madame comme Ie pense Kath. Excuse moy Alice escoute d' Hand de Fingre de Nayles d' Arma de Bilbow Alice D' Elbow Madame Kath. O Seigneur Dieu ie men oublie d' Elbow coment appelle vous le col Alice De Nick Madame Kath. De Nick e le menton Alice De Chin. Kath. De Sin le col de Nick le menton de Sin Alice Ouy Sauf vostre honneur en verite vous pronouncies les mots ausi droict que le Natifs d' Angleterre Kath. Ie ne doute point d' apprendre par de grace de Dieu en peu de temps Alice N' aue vos y desia oublie ce que ie vous a enfignie Kath. Nome ie recitera a vous promptement d' Hand de Fingre de Maylees Alice De Nayles Madame Kath. De Nayles de Arme de Ilbow Alice Sans vostre honeus d' Elbow Kath. Ainsi de ie d' Elbow de Nick de Sin coment appelle vous les pied de roba Alice Le Foot Madame le Count. Kath. Le Foot le Count O Seignieur Dieu il sont le mots de son mauvais corruptible grosse impudique non pour lo Dames de Honeur d' vser le ne voudray pronouncer ce mots deuant le Seigneurs de France pour toute le monde fo le Foot le Count neant moys Ie recitera vn autrefoys ma lecon ensembe d' Hand de Fingre de Nayles d' Arme d' Elbow de Nick de Sin de Foot le Count. Alice Excellent Madame Kath. C ' est asses pour vne foyes alons nous a diner Exit Enter the King of France the Dolphin the Constable of France and others King 'T is certaine he hath past the Riuer Some Const And if he be not fought withall my Lord Let vs not liue in France let vs quit all And giue our Vineyards to a barbarous People Dolph O Dieu viuant Shall a few Sprayes of vs The emptying of our Fathers Luxurie Our Syens put in wilde and sauage Stock Spirt vp so suddenly into the Clouds And ouer-looke their Grafters Brit. Normans but bastard Normans Norman bastards Mort du mavie if they march along Vnfought withall but I will sell my Dukedome To buy a slobbry and a durtie Farme In that nooke-shotten I le of Albion Const Dieu de Battailes where haue they this mettell Is not their Clymate foggy raw and dull On whom as in despight the Sunne lookes pale Killing their Fruit with frownes Can sodden Water A Drench for sur-reyn'd â—ades their Baâ—ly broth Decoct their cold blood to such valiant heat And shall our quick blood spirited with Wine Seeme frostie O for honor of our Land Let vs not hang like roping Isyckles Vpon our Houses Thatch whiles a more frostie People Sweat drops of gallant Youth in our rich fields Poore we call them in their Natiue Lords Dolphin By Faith and Honor Our Madames mock at vs and plainely say Our Mettell is bred out and they will giue Their bodyes to the Lust of English Youth To new-store France with Bastard Warriors Brit. They bid vs to the English Dancing-Schooles And teach Lauolta's high and swift Carranto's Saying our Grace is onely in our Heeles And that we are most loftie Run-awayes King Where is Montioy the Herald speed him hence Let him greet England with our sharpe defiance Vp Princes and with spirit of Honor edged More sharper then your Swords high to the field Charles Delabreth High Constable of France You Dukes of Orleance Burbon and of Berry Alanson Brabant Bar and Burgonic Iaques Chattillion Rambures Vandemont Beumont Grand Free Roussi and Faulconbridge Loys Lestrale Bouciquall and Charaloyes High Dukes great Princes Barons Lords and Kings For your great Seats now quit you of great shames Barre Harry England that sweepes through our Land With Penons painted in the blood of Haâ—flew Rush on his Hoast as doth the melted Snow Vpon the Valleyes whose low Vassall Seat The Alpes doth spit and void his rhewme vpon Goe downe vpon him you haue Power enough And in a Captiue Chariot into Roan Bring him our Prisoner Const. This becomes the Great Sorry am I his numbers are so few His Souldiers sick and famisht in their March For I am sure when he shall see our Army Hee 'le drop his heart into the sinck of feare And for atchieuement offer vs his Ransome King Therefore Lord Constable hast on Montioy And let him say to England that we send To know what willing Ransome he will giue Prince Dolphin you shall stay with vs in Roan Dolph Not so I doe beseech your Maiestie King Be patient for you shall remaine with vs. Now forth Lord Constable and Princes all And quickly bring vs word of Englands fall Exeunt Enter Captaines English and Welch Gower and Fluellen Gower How now Captaine Fluellen come
that ha's but two legges that shall find himselfe agreesd at this Gloue that is all but I would faine see it once and please God of his grace that I might see King Know'st thou Gower Flu. He is my deare friend and please you King Pray thee goe seeke him and bring him to my Tent. Flu. I will fetch him Exit King My Lord of Warwick and my Brother Gloster Follow Fluellen closely at the heeles The Gloue which I haue giuen him for a fauour May haply purchase him a box a' th' care It is the Souldiers I by bargaine should Weare it my selfe Follow good Cousin Warwick If that the Souldier strike him as I iudge By his blunt bearing he will keepe his word Some sodaine mischiefe may arise of it For I doe know Fluellen valiant And toucht with Choler hot as Gunpowder And quickly will returne an iniurie Follow and see there be no harme betweene them Goe you with me Vnckle of Exeter Exeunt Enter Gower and Williams Will. I warrant it is to Knight you Captaine Enter Fluellen Flu. Gods will and his pleasure Captaine I beseech you now come apace to the King there is more good toward you peraduenture then is in your knowledge to dreame of Will. Sir know you this Gloue Flu. Know the Gloue I know the Gloue is a Gloue Will. I know this and thus I challenge it Strikes him Flu. ' Sblâ—d an arrant Traytor as anyes in the Vniuersall World or in France or in England Gower How now Sir you Villaine Will. Doe you thinke I le be forsworne Flu. Stand away Captaine Gower I will giue Treason his payment into plowes I warrant you Will. I am no Traytor Flu. That 's a Lye in thy Throat I charge you in his Maiesties Name apprehend him he 's a friend of the Duke Alansons Enter Warwick and Gloucester Warw. How now how now what 's the matter Flu. My Lord of Warwick heere is praysed be God for it a most contagious Treason come to light looke you as you shall desire in a Summers day Heere is his Maiestie Enter King and Exeter King How now what 's the matter Flu. My Liege heere is a Villaine and a Traytor that looke your Grace ha's strooke the Gloue which your Maiestie is take out of the Helmet of Alanson Will. My Liege this was my Gloue here is the fellow of it and he that I gaue it to in change promis'd to weare it in his Cappe I promis'd to strike him if he did I met this man with my Gloue in his Cappe and I haue been as good as my word Flu. Your Maiestie heare now sauing your Maiesties Manhood what an arrant rascally beggerly lowsie Knaue it is I hope your Maiestie is peare me testimonie and witnesse and will auouchment that this is the Gloue of Alanson that your Maiestie is giue me in your Conscience now King Giue me thy Gloue Souldier Looke heere is the fellow of it 'T was I indeed thou promised'st to strike And thou hast giuen me most bitter termes Flu. And please your Maiestie let his Neck answere for it if there is any Marshall Law in the World King How canst thou make me satisfaction Will. All offences my Lord come from the heart neuer came any from mine that might offend your Maiestie King It was our selfe thou didst abuse Will. Your Maiestie came not like your selfe you appear'd to me but as a common man witnesse the Night your Garments your Lowlinesse and what your Highnesse suffer'd vnder that shape I beseech you take it for your owne fauâ—t and not mine for had you beene as I tooke you for I made no offence therefore I beseech your Highnesse pardon me King Here Vnckle Exeter fill this Gloue with Crownes And giue it to this fellow Keepe it fellow And weare it for an Honor in thy Cappe Till I doe challenge it Giue him the Crownes And Captaine you must needs be friends with him Flu. By this Day and this Light the fellow ha's mettell enough in his belly Hold there is twelue-pence for you and I pray you to serue God and keepe you out of prawles and prabbles and quarrels and dissentions and I warrant you it is the better for you Will. I will none of your Money Flu. It is with a good will I can tell you it will serue you to mend your shooes come wherefore should you be so pashfull your shooes is not so good 't is a good silling I warrant you or I will change it Enter Herauld King Now Herauld are the dead numbred Herald Heere is the number of the slaught'red French King What Prisoners of good sort are taken Vnckle Exe. Charles Duke of Orleance Nephew to the King Iohn Duke of Burbon and Lord Bouchiquald Of other Lords and Barons Knights and Squires Full fifteene hundred besides common men King This Note doth tell me of ten thousand French That in the field lye slaine of Princes in this number And Nobles bearing Banners there lye dead One hundred twentie six added to these Of Knights Esquires and gallant Gentlemen Eight thousand and foure hundred of the which Fiue hundred were but yesterday dubb'd Knights So that in these ten thousand they haue lost There are but sixteene hundred Mercenaries The rest are Princes Barons Lords Knights Squires And Gentlemen of bloud and qualitie The Names of those their Nobles that lye dead Charles Delabreth High Constable of France Iaques of Chatilion Admirall of France The Master of the Crosse-bowes Lord Rambures Great Master of France the braue Sir Guichard Dolphin Iohn Duke of Alanson Anthonie Duke of Brabant The Brother to the Duke of Burgundie And Edward Duke of Barr of lustie Earles Grandpree and Roussie Fauconbridge and Foyes Beaumont and Marle Vandemont and Lestrale Here was a Royall fellowship of death Where is the number of our English dead Edward the Duke of Yorke the Earle of Suffolke Sir Richard Ketly Dauy Gam Esquire None else of name and of all other men But fiue and twentie O God thy Arme was heere And not to vs but to thy Arme alone Ascribe we all when without stratagem But in plaine shock and euen play of Battaile Was euer knowne so great and little losse On one part and on th' other take it God For it is none but thine Exet. 'T is wonderfull King Come goe me in procession to the Village And be it death proclaymed through our Hoast To boast of this or take that prayse from God Which is his onely Flu. Is it not lawfull and please your Maiestie to tell how many is kill'd King Yes Captaine but with this acknowledgement That God fought for vs. Flu. Yes my conscience he did vs great good King Doe we all holy Rights Let there be sung Non nobis and Te Deum The dead with charitie enclos'd in Clay And then to Callice and to England then Where ne're from France arriu'd more happy men Exeunt Actus Quintus Enter Chorus Vouchsafe to those that haue not read the
is a desperate Homicide He fighteth as one weary of his life The other Lords like Lyons wanting foode Doe rush vpon vs as their hungry prey Alanson Froysard a Countreyman of ours records England all Oliuers and Rowlands breed During the time Edward the third did raigne More truly now may this be verified For none but Samsons and Goliasses It sendeth forth to skirmish one to tenne Leane raw-bon'd Rascals who would e're suppose They had such courage and audacitie Charles Let 's leaue this Towne For they are hayre-brayn'd Slaues And hunger will enforce them to be more eager Of old I know them rather with their Teeth The Walls they 'le teare downe then forsake the Siege Reigneir I thinke by some odde Gimmors or Deuice Their Armes are set like Clocks still to strike on Else ne're could they hold out so as they doe By my consent wee 'le euen let them alone Alanson Be it so Enter the Bastard of Orleance Bastard Where 's the Prince Dolphin I haue newes for him Dolph Bastard of Orleance thrice welcome to vs. Bast Me thinks your looks are sad your chear appal'd Hath the late ouerthrow wrought this offence Be not dismay'd for succour is at hand A holy Maid hither with me I bring Which by a Vision sent to her from Heauen Ordayned is to rayse this tedious Siege And driue the English forth the bounds of France The spirit of deepe Prophecie she hath Exceeding the nine Sibyls of old Rome What 's past and what 's to come she can descry Speake shall I call her in beleeue my words For they are certaine and vnfallible Dolph Goe call her in but first to try her skill Reignier stand thou as Dolphin in my place Question her prowdly let thy Lookes be sterne By this meanes shall we found what skill she hath Enter Ioane Puzel Reigneir Faire Maid is' t thou wilt doe these wondrous feats Puzel Reignier is' t thou that thinkest to beguile me Where is the Dolphin Come come from behinde I know thee well though neuer seene before Be not amaz'd there 's nothing hid from me In priuate will I talke with thee apart Stand back you Lords and giue vs leaue a while Reigneir She takes vpon her brauely at first dash Puzel Dolphin I am by birth a Shepheards Daughter My wit vntrayn'd in any kind of Art Heauen and our Lady gracious hath it pleas'd To shine on my contemptible estate Loe whilest I wayted on my tender Lambes And to Sunnes parching heat display'd my cheekes Gods Mother deigned to appeare to me And in a Vision full of Maiestie Will'd me to leaue my base Vocation And free my Countrey from Calamitie Her ayde she promis'd and assur'd successe In compleat Glory shee reueal'd her selfe And whereas I was black and swart before With those cleare Rayes which shee infus'd on me That beautie am I blest with which you may see Aske me what question thou canst possible And I will answer vnpremeditated My Courage trie by Combat if thou dar'st And thou shalt finde that I exceed my Sex Resolue on this thou shalt be fortunate If thou receiue me for thy Warlike Mate Dolph Thou hast astonisht me with thy high termes Onely this proofe I le of thy Valour make In single Combat thou shalt buckle with me And if thou vanquishest thy words are true Otherwise I renounce all confidence Puzel I am prepar'd here is my keene-edg'd Sword Deckt with fine Flower-de-Luces on each side The which at Touraine in S. Katherines Church-yard Out of a great deale of old Iron I chose forth Dolph Then come a Gods name I feare no woman Puzel And while I liue I le ne're flye from a man Here they fight and Ioane de Puzel ouercomes Dolph Stay stay thy hands thou art an Amazon And fightest with the Sword of Debora Puzel Christs Mother helpes me else I were too weake Dolph Who e're helps thee 't is thou that must help me Impatiently I burne with thy desire My heart and hands thou hast at once subdu'd Excellent Puzel if thy name be so Let me thy seruant and not Soueraigne be 'T is the French Dolphin sueth to thee thus Puzel I must not yeeld to any rights of Loue For my Profession's sacred from aboue When I haue chased all thy Foes from hence Then will I thinke vpon a recompence Dolph Meane time looke gracious on thy prostrate Thrall Reigneir My Lord me thinkes is very long in talke Alans Doubtlesse he shriues this woman to her smock Else ne're could he so long protract his speech Reigneir Shall wee disturbe him since hee keepes no meane Alan He may meane more then we poor men do know These women are shrewd tempters with their tongues Reigneir My Lord where are you what deuise you on Shall we giue o're Orleance or no Puzel Why no I say distrustfull Recreants Fight till the last gaspe I le be your guard Dolph What shee sayes I le confirme wee 'le fight it out Puzel Assign'd am I to be the English Scourge This night the Siege assuredly I le rayse Expect Saint Martins Summer Halcyons dayes Since I haue entred into these Warres Glory is like a Circle in the Water Which neuer ceaseth to enlarge it selfe Till by broad spreading it disperse to naught With Henries death the English Circle ends Dispersed are the glories it included Now am I like that prowd insulting Ship Which Caesar and his fortune bare at once Dolph Was Mahomet inspired with a Doue Thou with an Eagle art inspired then Helen the Mother of Great Constantine Nor yet S. Philips daughters were like thee Bright Starre of Venus falne downe on the Earth How may I reuerently worship thee enough Alanson Leaue off delayes and let vs rayse the Siege Reigneir Woman do what thou canst to saue our honors Driue them from Orleance and be immortaliz'd Dolph Presently wee 'le try come let 's away about it No Prophet will I trust if shee proue false Exeunt Enter Gloster with his Seruing-men Glost I am come to suruey the Tower this day Since Henries death I feare there is Conueyance Where be these Warders that they wait not here Open the Gates 't is Gloster that calls 1. Warder Who 's there that knocks so imperiously Glost 1. Man It is the Noble Duke of Gloster 2. Warder Who ere he be you may not be let in 1. Man Villaines answer you so the Lord Protector 1. Warder The Lord protect him so we answer him We doe no otherwise then wee are will'd Glost. Who willed you or whose will stands but mine There 's none Protector of the Realme but I Breake vp the Gates I le be your warrantize Shall I be flowted thus by dunghill Groomes Glosters men rush at the Tower Gates and Wooduile the Lieutenant speakes within Wooduile What noyse is this what Traytors haue wee here Glost. Lieutenant is it you whose voyce I heare Open the Gates here 's Gloster that would enter Wooduile Haue patience Noble Duke I
and louing Countreymen This token serueth for a Flagge of Truce Betwixt our selues and all our followers So helpe me God as I dissemble not Winch. So helpe me God as I intend it not King Oh louing Vnckle kinde Duke of Gloster How ioyfull am I made by this Contract Away my Masters trouble vs no more But ioyne in friendship as your Lords haue done 1. Seru. Content I le to the Surgeons 2. Seru. And so will I. 3. Seru. And I will see what Physick the Tauerne affords Exeunt Warw. Accept this Scrowle most gracious Soueraigne Which in the Right of Richard Plantagenet We doe exhibite to your Maiestie Glo. Well vrg'd my Lord of Warwick for sweet Prince And if your Grace marke euery circumstance You haue great reason to doe Richard right Especially for those occasions At Eltam Place I told your Maiestie King And those occasions Vnckle were of force Therefore my louing Lords our pleasure is That Richard be restored to his Blood Warw. Let Richard be restored to his Blood So shall his Fathers wrongs be recompenc't Winch. As will the rest so willeth Winchester King If Richard will be true not that all alone But all the whole Inheritance I giue That doth belong vnto the House of Yorke From whence you spring by Lineall Descent Rich. Thy humble seruant vowes obedience And humble seruice till the point of death King Stoope then and set your Knee against my Foot And in reguerdon of that dutie done I gyrt thee with the valiant Sword of Yorke Rise Richard like a true Plantagenet And rise created Princely Duke of Yorke Rich. And so thriue Richard as thy foes may fall And as my dutie springs so perish they That grudge one thought against your Maiesty All. Welcome high Prince the mighty Duke of Yorke Som. Perish base Prince ignoble Duke of Yorke Glost Now will it best auaile your Maiestie To crosse the Seas and to be Crown'd in France The presence of a King engenders loue Amongst his Subiects and his loyall Friends As it dis-animates his Enemies King When Gloster sayes the word King Henry goes For friendly counsaile cuts off many Foes Glost Your Ships alreadie are in readinesse Senet Flourish Exeunt Manet Exeter Exet. I we may march in England or in France Not seeing what is likely to ensue This late dissention growne betwixt the Peeres Burnes vnder fained ashes of forg'd loue And will at last breake out into a flame As festred members rot but by degree Till bones and flesh and sinewes fall away So will this base and enuious discord breed And now I feare that fatall Prophecie Which in the time of Henry nam'd the Fift Was in the mouth of euery sucking Babe That Henry borne at Monmouth should winne all And Henry borne at Windsor loose all Which is so plaine that Exeter doth wish His dayes may finish ere that haplesse time Exit Scoena Secunda Enter Pucell disguis'd with foure Souldiors with Sacks vpon their backs Pucell These are the Citie Gates the Gates of Roan Through which our Pollicy must make a breach Take heed be wary how you place your words Talke like the vulgar sort of Market men That come to gather Money for their Corne. If we haue entrance as I hope we shall And that we finde the slouthfull Watch but weake I le by a signe giue notice to our friends That Charles the Dolphin may encounter them Souldier Our Sacks shall be a meane to sack the City And we be Lords and Rulers ouer Roan Therefore wee 'le knock Knock. Watch. Che la. Pucell Peasauns la pouure gens de Fraunce Poore Market folkes that come to sell their Corne. Watch. Enter goe in the Market Bell is rung Pucell Now Roan I le shake thy Bulwarkes to the ground Exeunt Enter Charles Bastard Alanson Charles Saint Dennis blesse this happy Stratageme And once againe wee 'le sleepe secure in Roan Bastard Here entred Pucell and her Practisants Now she is there how will she specifie Here is the best and safest passage in Reig. By thrusting out a Torch from yonder Tower Which once discern'd shewes that her meaning is No way to that for weaknesse which she entred Enter Pucell on the top thrusting out a Torch burning Pucell Behold this is the happy Wedding Torch That ioyneth Roan vnto her Countreymen But burning fatall to the Talbonites Bastard See Noble Charles the Beacon of our friend The burning Torch in yonder Turret stands Charles Now shine it like a Commet of Reuenge A Prophet to the fall of all our Foes Reig. Deferre no time delayes haue dangerous ends Enter and cry the Dolphin presently And then doe execution on the Watch. Alarum An Alarum Talbot in an Excursion Talb. France thou shalt rue this Treason with thy teares If Talbot but suruiue thy Trecherie Pucell that Witch that damned Sorceresse Hath wrought this Hellish Mischiefe vnawares That hardly we escap't the Pride of France Exit An Alarum Excursions Bedford brought in sicke in a Chayre Enter Talbot and Burgonie without within Pucell Charles Bastard and Reigneir on the Walls Pucell God morrow Gallants want ye Corn for Bread I thinke the Duke of Burgonie will fast Before hee 'le buy againe at such a rate 'T was full of Darnell doe you like the taste Burg. Scoffe on vile Fiend and shamelesse Curtizan I trust ere long to choake thee with thine owne And make thee curse the Haruest of that Corne. Charles Your Grace may starue perhaps before that time Bedf. Oh let no words but deedes reuenge this Treason Pucell What will you doe good gray-beard Breake a Launce and runne a-Tilt at Death Within a Chayre Talb. Foule Fiend of France and Hag of all despight Incompass'd with thy lustfull Paramours Becomes it thee to taunt his valiant Age And twit with Cowardise a man halfe dead Damsell I le haue a bowt with you againe Or else let Talbot perish with this shame Pucell Are ye so hot Sir yet Pucell hold thy peace If Talbot doe but Thunder Raine will follow They whisper together in counsell God speed the Parliament who shall be the Speaker Talb. Dare yee come forth and meet vs in the field Pucell Belike your Lordship takes vs then for fooles To try if that our owne be ours or no. Talb. I speake not to that rayling Hecate But vnto thee Alanson and the rest Will ye like Souldiors come and fight it out Alans Seignior no. Talb. Seignior hang base Muleters of France Like Pesant foot-Boyes doe they keepe the Walls And dare not take vp Armes like Gentlemen Pucell Away Captaines let 's get vs from the Walls For Talbot meanes no goodnesse by his Lookes God b'uy my Lord we came but to tell you That wee are here Exeunt from the Walls Talb. And there will we be too ere it be long Or else reproach be Talbots greatest fame Vow Burgonie by honor of thy House Prickt on by publike Wrongs sustain'd in France Either to get the Towne againe or dye And I
as sure as English Henry liues And as his Father here was Conqueror As sure as in this late betrayed Towne Great Cordelions Heart was buryed So sure I sweare to get the Towne or dye Burg. My Vowes are equall partners with thy Vowes Talb. But ere we goe regard this dying Prince The valiant Duke of Bedford Come my Lord We will bestow you in some better place Fitter for sicknesse and for crasie age Bedf. Lord Talbot doe not so dishonour me Here will I sit before the Walls of Roan And will be partner of your weale or woe Burg. Couragious Bedford let vs now perswade you Bedf. Not to be gone from hence for once I read That stout Pendragon in his Litter sick Came to the field and vanquished his foes Me thinkes I should reuiue the Souldiors hearts Because I euer found them as my selfe Talb. Vndaunted spirit in a dying breast Then be it so Heauens keepe old Bedford safe And now no more adoe braue Burgonie But gather we our Forces out of hand And set vpon our boasting Enemie Exit An Alarum Excursions Enter Sir Iohn Falstaffe and a Captaine Capt. Whither away Sir Iohn Falstaffe in such haste Falst Whither away to saue my selfe by flight We are like to haue the ouerthrow againe Capt. What will you flye and leaue Lord Talbot Falst I all the Talbots in the World to saue my life Exit Capt. Cowardly Knight ill fortune follow thee Exit Retreat Excursions Pucell Alanson and Charles flye Bedf. Now quiet Soule depart when Heauen please For I haue seene our Enemies ouerthrow What is the trust or strength of foolish man They that of late were daring with their scoffes Are glad and faine by flight to saue themselues Bedford dyes and is carryed in by two in his Chaire An Alarum Enter Talbot Burgonie and the rest Talb. Lost and recouered in a day againe This is a double Honor Burgonie Yet Heauens haue glory for this Victorie Burg. Warlike and Martiall Talbot Burgonie Inshrines thee in his heart and there erects Thy noble Deeds as Valors Monuments Talb. Thanks gentle Duke but where is Pucel now I thinke her old Familiar is asleepe Now where 's the Bastards braues and Charles his glikes What all amort Roan hangs her head for griefe That such a valiant Company are fled Now will we take some order in the Towne Placing therein some expert Officers And then depart to Paris to the King For there young Henry with his Nobles lye Burg. What wills Lord Talbot pleaseth Burgonie Talb. But yet before we goe let 's not forget The Noble Duke of Bedford late deceas'd But see his Exequies fulfill'd in Roan A brauer Souldier neuer couched Launce A gentler Heart did neuer sway in Court But Kings and mightiest Potentates must die For that 's the end of humane miserie Exeunt Scaena Tertia Enter Charles Bastard Alanson Pucell Pucell Dismay not Princes at this accident Nor grieue that Roan is so recouered Care is no cure but rather corrosiue For things that are not to be remedy'd Let frantike Talbot triumph for a while And like a Peacock sweepe along his tayle Wee 'le pull his Plumes and take away his Trayne If Dolphin and the rest will be but rul'd Charles We haue been guided by thee hitherto And of thy Cunning had no diffidence One sudden Foyle shall neuer breed distrust Bastard Search out thy wit for secret pollicies And we will make thee famous through the World Alans Wee 'le set thy Statue in some holy place And haue thee reuerenc't like a blessed Saint Employ thee then sweet Virgin for our good Pucell Then thus it must be this doth Ioane deuise By faire perswasions mixt with sugred words We will entice the Duke of Burgonie To leaue the Talbot and to follow vs. Charles I marry Sweeting if we could doe that France were no place for Henryes Warriors Nor should that Nation boast it so with vs But be extirped from our Prouinces Alans For euer should they be expuls'd from France And not haue Title of an Earledome here Pucell Your Honors shall perceiue how I will worke To bring this matter to the wished end Drumme sounds a farre off Hearke by the sound of Drumme you may perceiue Their Powers are marching vnto Paris-ward Here sound an English March. There goes the Talbot with his Colours spred And all the Troupes of English after him French March. Now in the Rereward comes the Duke and his Fortune in fauor makes him lagge behinde Summon a Parley we will talke with him Trumpets sound a Parley Charles A Parley with the Duke of Burgonie Burg. Who craues a Parley with the Burgonie Pucell The Princely Charles of France thy Countrey-man Burg. What say'st thou Charles for I am marching hence Charles Speake Pucell and enchaunt him with thy words Pucell Braue Burgonie vndoubted hope of France Stay let thy humble Hand-maid speake to thee Burg. Speake on but be not ouer-tedious Pucell Looke on thy Country look on fertile France And see the Cities and the Townes defac't By wasting Ruine of the cruell Foe As lookes the Mother on her lowly Babe When Death doth close his tender-dying Eyes See see the pining Maladie of France Behold the Wounds the most vnnaturall Wounds Which thou thy selfe hast giuen her wofull Brest Oh turne thy edged Sword another way Strike those that hurt and hurt not those that helpe One drop of Blood drawne from thy Countries Bosome Should grieue thee more then streames of forraine gore Returne thee therefore with a floud of Teares And wash away thy Countries stayned Spots Burg. Either she hath bewitcht me with her words Or Nature makes me suddenly relent Pucell Besides all French and France exclaimes on thee Doubting thy Birth and lawfull Progenie Who ioyn'st thou with but with a Lordly Nation That will not trust thee but for profits sake When Talbot hath set footing once in France And fashion'd thee that Instrument of Ill Who then but English Henry will be Lord And thou be thrust out like a Fugitiue Call we to minde and marke but this for proofe Was not the Duke of Orleance thy Foe And was he not in England Prisoner But when they heard he was thine Enemie They set him free without his Ransome pay'd In spight of Burgonie and all his friends See then thou fight'st against thy Countreymen And ioyn'st with them will be thy slaughter-men Come come returne returne thou wandering Lord Charles and the rest will take thee in their armes Burg. I am vanquished These haughtie wordes of hers Haue batt'red me like roaring Cannon-shot And made me almost yeeld vpon my knees Forgiue me Countrey and sweet Countreymen And Lords accept this heartie kind embrace My Forces and my Power of Men are yours So farwell Talbot I le no longer trust thee Pucell Done like a Frenchman turne and turne againe Charles Welcome braue Duke thy friendship makes vs fresh Bastard And doth beget new Courage in our Breasts Alans Pucell hath brauely play'd
her part in this And doth deserue a Coronet of Gold Charles Now let vs on my Lords And ioyne our Powers And seeke how we may preiudice the Foe Exeunt Scoena Quarta Enter the King Gloucester Winchester Yorke Suffolke Somerset Warwicke Exeter To them with his Souldiors Talbot Talb. My gracious Prince and honorable Peeres Hearing of your arriuall in this Realme I haue a while giuen Truce vnto my Warres To doe my dutie to my Soueraigne In signe whereof this Arme that hath reclaym'd To your obedience fiftie Fortresses Twelue Cities and seuen walled Townes of strength Beside fiue hundred Prisoners of esteeme Le ts fall his Sword before your Highnesse feet And with submissiue loyaltie of heart Ascribes the Glory of his Conquest got First to my God and next vnto your Grace King Is this the Lord Talbot Vnckle Gloucester That hath so long beene resident in France Glost. Yes if it please your Maiestie my Liege King Welcome braue Captaine and victorious Lord. When I was young as yet I am not old I doe remember how my Father said A stouter Champion neuer handled Sword Long since we were resolued of your truth Your faithfull seruice and your toyle in Warre Yet neuer haue you tasted our Reward Or beene reguerdon'd with so much as Thanks Because till now we neuer saw your face Therefore stand vp and for these good deserts We here create you Earle of Shrewsbury And in our Coronation take your place Senet Flourish Exeunt Manet Vernon and Basset Vern Now Sir to you that were so hot at Sea Disgracing of these Colours that I weare In honor of my Noble Lord of Yorke Dar'st thou maintaine the former words thou spak'st Bass Yes Sir as well as you dare patronage The enuious barking of your sawcie Tongue Against my Lord the Duke of Somerset Vern. Sirrha thy Lord I honour as he is Bass Why what is he as good a man as Yorke Vern Hearke ye not so in witnesse take ye that Strikes him Bass Villaine thou knowest The Law of Armes is such That who so drawes a Sword 't is present death Or else this Blow should broach thy dearest Bloud But I le vnto his Maiestie and craue I may haue libertie to venge this Wrong When thou shalt see I le meet thee to thy cost Vern Well miscreant I le be there as soone as you And after meete you sooner then you would Exeunt Actus Quartus Scena Prima Enter King Glocester Winchester Yorke Suffolke Somerset Warwicke Talbot and Gouernor Exeter Glo. Lord Bishop set the Crowne vpon his head Win. God saue King Henry of that name the sixt Glo. Now Gouernour of Paris take your oath That you elect no other King but him Esteeme none Friends but such as are his Friends And none your Foes but such as shall pretend Malicious practises against his State This shall ye do so helpe you righteous God Enter Falstaffe Fal. My gracious Soueraigne as I rode from Calice To haste vnto your Coronation A Letter was deliuer'd to my hands Writ to your Grace from th' Duke of Burgundy Tal. Shame to the Duke of Burgundy and thee I vow'd base Knight when I did meete the next To teare the Garter from thy Crauens legge Which I haue done because vnworthily Thou was 't installed in that High Degree Pardon me Princely Henry and the rest This Dastard at the battell of Poictiers When but in all I was sixe thousand strong And that the French were almost ten to one Before we met or that a stroke was giuen Like to a trustie Squire did run away In which assault we lost twelue hundred men My selfe and diuers Gentlemen beside Were there surpriz'd and taken prisoners Then iudge great Lords if I haue done amisse Or whether that such Cowards ought to weare This Ornament of Knighthood yea or no Glo. To say the truth this fact was infamous And ill beseeming any common man Much more a Knight a Captaine and a Leader Tal. When first this Order was ordain'd my Lords Knights of the Garter were of Noble birth Valiant and Vertuous full of haughtie Courage Such as were growne to credit by the warres Not fearing Death nor shrinking for Distresse But alwayes resolute in most extreames He then that is not furnish'd in this sort Doth but vsurpe the Sacred name of Knight Prophaning this most Honourable Order And should if I were worthy to be Iudge Be quite degraded like a Hedge-borne Swaine That doth presume to boast of Gentle blood K. Staine to thy Countrymen thou hear'st thy doom Be packing therefore thou that was 't a knight Henceforth we banish thee on paine of death And now Lord Protector view the Letter Sent from our Vnckle Duke of Burgundy Glo. What meanes his Grace that he hath chaung'd his Stile No more but plaine and bluntly To the King Hath he forgot he is his Soueraigne Or doth this churlish Superscription Pretend some alteration in good will What 's heere I haue vpon especiall cause Mou'd with compassion of my Countries wracke Together with the pittifull complaints Of such as your oppression feedes vpon Forsaken your pernitious Faction And ioyn'd with Charles the rightfull king of France O monstrous Treachery Can this be so That in alliance amity and oathes There should be found such false dissembling guile King What doth my Vnckle Burgundy reuolt Glo. He doth my Lord and is become your foe King Is that the worst this Letter doth containe Glo. It is the worst and all my Lord he writes King Why then Lord Talbot there shal talk with him And giue him chasticement for this abuse How say you my Lord are you not content Tal. Content my Liege Yes But y t I am preuented I should haue begg'd I might haue bene employd King Then gather strength and march vnto him straight Let him perceiue how ill we brooke his Treason And what offence it is to flout his Friends Tal. I go my Lord in heart desiring still You may behold confusion of your foes Enter Vernon and Bassit Ver. Grant me the Combate gracious Soueraigne Bas And me my Lord grant me the Combate too Yorke This is my Seruant heare him Noble Prince Som. And this is mine sweet Henry fauour him King Be patient Lords and giue them leaue to speak Say Gentlemen what makes you thus exclaime And wherefore craue you Combate Or with whom Ver. With him my Lord for he hath done me wrong Bas And I with him for he hath done me wrong King What is that wrong wherof you both complain First let me know and then I le answer you Bas Crossing the Sea from England into France This Fellow heere with enuious carping tongue Vpbraided me about the Rose I weare Saying the sanguine colour of the Leaues Did represent my Masters blushing cheekes When stubbornly he did repugne the truth About a certaine question in the Law Argu'd betwixt the Duke of Yorke and him With other vile and ignominious tearmes In confutation of which rude
you all Florish Suf. My Lord Protector so it please your Grace Heere are the Articles of contracted peace Betweene our Soueraigne and the French King Charles For eighteene moneths concluded by consent Clo. Reads Inprimis It is agreed betweene the French K. Charles and William de la Pole Marquesse of Suffolke Ambassador for Henry King of England That the said Henry shal espouse the Lady Margaret daughter vnto Reignier King of Naples Sicillia and Ierusalem and Crowne her Queene of England ere the thirtieth of May next ensuing Item That the Dutchy of Aniou and the County of Main shall be released and deliuered to the King her father King Vnkle how now Glo. Pardon me gracious Lord Some sodaine qualme hath strucke me at the heart And dim'd mine eyes that I can reade no further King Vnckle of Winchester I pray read on Win. Item It is further agreed betweene them That the Dutchesse of Aniou and Maine shall be released and deliuered ouer to the King her Father and shee sent ouer of the King of Englands owne proper Cost and Charges without hauing any Dowry King They please vs well Lord Marques kneel down We heere create thee the first Duke of Suffolke And girt thee with the Sword Cosin of Yorke We heere discharge your Grace from being Regent I' th parts of France till terme of eighteene Moneths Be full expyr'd Thankes Vncle Winchester Gloster Yorke Buckingham Somerset Salisburie and Warwicke We thanke you all for this great fauour done In entertainment to my Princely Queene Come let vs in and with all speede prouide To see her Coronation be perform'd Exit King Queene and Suffolke Manet the rest Glo. Braue Peeres of England Pillars of the State To you Duke Humfrey must vnload his greefe Your greefe the common greefe of all the Land What did my brother Henry spend his youth His valour coine and people in the warres Did he so often lodge in open field In Winters cold and Summers parching heate To conquer France his true inheritance And did my brother Bedford toyle his wits To keepe by policy what Henrie got Haue you your selues Somerset Buckingham Braue Yorke Salisbury and victorious Warwicke Receiud deepe scarres in France and Normandie Or hath mine Vnckle Beauford and my selfe With all the Learned Counsell of the Realme Studied so long sat in the Councell house Early and late debating too and fro How France and Frenchmen might be kept in awe And hath his Highnesse in his infancie Crowned in Paris in despight of foes And shall these Labours and these Honours dye Shall Henries Conquest Bedfords vigilance Your Deeds of Warre and all our Counsell dye O Peeres of England shamefull is this League Fatall this Marriage cancelling your Fame Blotting your names from Bookes of memory Racing the Charracters of your Renowne Defacing Monuments of Conquer'd France Vndoing all as all had neuer bin Car. Nephew what meanes this passionate discourse This preroration with such circumstance For France 't is ours and we will keepe it still Glo. I Vnckle we will keepe it if we can But now it is impossible we should Suffolke the new made Duke that rules the rost Hath giuen the Dutchy of Aniou and Mayne Vnto the poore King Reignier whose large style Agrees not with the leannesse of his purse Sal. Now by the death of him that dyed for all These Counties were the Keyes of Normandie But wherefore weepes Warwicke my valiant sonne War For greefe that they are past recouerie For were there hope to conquer them againe My sword should shed hot blood mine eyes no teares Aniou and Maine My selfe did win them both Those Prouinces these Armes of mine did conquer And are the Citties that I got with wounds Deliuer'd vp againe with peacefull words Mort Dieu Yorke For Suffolkes Duke may he be suffocate That dims the Honor of this Warlike Isle France should haue torne and rent my very hart Before I would haue yeelded to this League I neuer read but Englands Kings haue had Large summes of Gold and Dowries with their wiues And our King Henry giues away his owne To match with her that brings no vantages Hum. A proper iest and neuer heard before That Suffolke should demand a whole Fifteenth For Costs and Charges in transporting her She should haue staid in France and steru'd in France Before Car. My Lord of Gloster now ye grow too hot It was the pleasure of my Lord the King Hum. My Lord of Winchester I know your minde 'T is not my speeches that you do mislike But 't is my presence that doth trouble ye Rancour will out proud Prelate in thy face I see thy furie If I longer stay We shall begin our ancient bickerings Lordings farewell and say when I am gone I prophesied France will be lost ere long Exit Humfrey Car. So there goes our Protector in a rage 'T is knowne to you he is mine enemy Nay more an enemy vnto you all And no great friend I feare me to the King Consider Lords he is the next of blood And heyre apparant to the English Crowne Had Henrie got an Empire by his marriage And all the wealthy Kingdomes of the West There 's reason he should be displeas'd at it Looke to it Lords let not his smoothing words Bewitch your hearts be wise and circumspect What though the common people fauour him Calling him Humfrey the good Duke of Gloster Clapping their hands and crying with loud voyce Iesu maintaine your Royall Excellence With God preserue the good Duke Humfrey I feare me Lords for all this flattering glosse He will be found a dangerous Protector Buc. Why should he then protect our Soueraigne He being of age to gouerne of himselfe Cosin of Somerset ioyne you with me And altogether with the Duke of Suffolke Wee 'l quickly hoyse Duke Humfrey from his seat Car. This weighty businesse will not brooke delay I le to the Duke of Suffolke presently Exit Cardinall Som. Cosin of Buckingham though Humfries pride And greatnesse of his place be greefe to vs Yet let vs watch the haughtie Cardinall His insolence is more intollerable Then all the Princes in the Land beside If Gloster be displac'd hee 'l be Protector Buc. Or thou or I Somerset will be Protectors Despite Duke Humfrey or the Cardinall Exit Buckingham and Somerset Sal. Pride went before Ambition followes him While these do labour for their owne preferment Behooues it vs to labor for the Realme I neuer saw but Humfrey Duke of Gloster Did beare him like a Noble Gentleman Oft haue I seene the haughty Cardinall More like a Souldier then a man o' th' Church As stout and proud as he were Lord of all Sweare like a Ruffian and demeane himselfe Vnlike the Ruler of a Common-weale Warwicke my sonne the comfort of my age Thy deeds thy plainnesse and thy house-keeping Hath wonne the greatest fauour of the Commons Excepting none but good Duke Humfrey And Brother Yorke thy Acts in Ireland In bringing them to ciuill
Discipline Thy late exploits done in the heart of France When thou wert Regent for our Soueraigne Haue made thee fear'd and honor'd of the people Ioyne we together for the publike good In what we can to bridle and suppresse The pride of Suffolke and the Cardinall With Somersets and Buckinghams Ambition And as we may cherish Duke Humfries deeds While they do tend the profit of the Land War So God helpe Warwicke as he loues the Land And common profit of his Countrey Yor. And so sayes Yorke For he hath greatest cause Salisbury Then le ts make hast away And looke vnto the maine Warwicke Vnto the maine Oh Father Maine is lost That Maine which by maine force Warwicke did winne And would haue kept so long as breath did last Main-chance father you meant but I meant Maine Which I will win from France or else be slaine Exit Warwicke and Salisbury Manet Yorke Yorke Aniou and Maine are giuen to the French Paris is lost the state of Normandie Stands on a tickle point now they are gone Suffolke concluded on the Articles The Peeres agreed and Henry was well pleas'd To change two Dukedomes for a Dukes faire daughter I cannot blame them all what is' t to them 'T is thine they giue away and not their owne Pirates may make cheape penyworths of their pillage And purchase Friends and giue to Curtezans Still reuelling like Lords till all be gone While as the silly Owner of the goods Weepes ouer them and wrings his haplesse hands And shakes his head and trembling stands aloofe While all is shar'd and all is borne away Ready to sterue and dare not touch his owne So Yorke must sit and fret and bite his tongue While his owne Lands are bargain'd for and sold Me thinkes the Realmes of England France Ireland Beare that proportion to my flesh and blood As did the fatall brand Althaea burnt Vnto the Princes heart of Calidon Aniou and Maine both giuen vnto the French Cold newes for me for I had hope of France Euen as I haue of fertile Englands soile A day will come when Yorke shall claime his owne And therefore I will take the Neuils parts And make a shew of loue to proud Duke Humfrey And when I spy aduantage claime the Crowne For that 's the Golden marke I seeke to hit Nor shall proud Lancaster vsurpe my right Nor hold the Scepter in his childish Fist Nor weare the Diadem vpon his head Whose Church-like humors fits not for a Crowne Then Yorke be still a-while till time do serue Watch thou and wake when others be asleepe To prie into the secrets of the State Till Henrie surfetting in ioyes of loue With his new Bride Englands deere bought Queen And Humfrey with the Peeres be falne at iarres Then will I raise aloft the Milke-white-Rose With whose sweet smell the Ayre shall be perfum'd And in in my Standard beare the Armes of Yorke To grapple with the house of Lancaster And force perforce I le make him yeeld the Crowne Whose bookish Rule hath pull'd faire England downe Exit Yorke Enter Duke Humfrey and his wife Elianor Elia. Why droopes my Lord like ouer-ripen'd Corn Hanging the head at Ceres plenteous load Why doth the Great Duke Humfrey knit his browes As frowning at the Fauours of the world Why are thine eyes fixt to the sullen earth Gazing on that which seemes to dimme thy sight What seest thou there King Henries Diadem Inchac'd with all the Honors of the world If so Gaze on and grouell on thy face Vntill thy head be circled with the same Put forth thy hand reach at the glorious Gold What is' t too short I le lengthen it with mine And hauing both together heau'd it vp Wee 'l both together lift our heads to heauen And neuer more abase our sight so low As to vouchsafe one glance vnto the ground Hum. O Nell sweet Nell if thou dost loue thy Lord Banish the Canker of ambitious thoughts And may that thought when I imagine ill Against my King and Nephew vertuous Henry Be my last breathing in this mortall world My troublous dreames this night doth make me sad Eli. What dream'd my Lord tell me and I le requite it With sweet rehearsall of my mornings dreame Hum. Me thought this staffe mine Office-badge in Court Was broke in twaine by whom I haue forgot But as I thinke it was by ' th Cardinall And on the peeces of the broken Wand Were plac'd the heads of Edmond Duke of Somerset And William de la Pole first Duke of Suffolke This was my dreame what it doth bode God knowes Eli. Tut this was nothing but an argument That he that breakes a sticke of Glosters groue Shall loose his head for his presumption But list to me my Humfrey my sweete Duke Me thought I sate in Seate of Maiesty In the Cathedrall Church of Westminster And in that Chaire where Kings Queens wer crownd Where Henrie and Dame Margaret kneel'd to me And on my head did set the Diadem Hum. Nay Elinor then must I chide outright Presumptuous Dame ill-nurter'd Elianor Art thou not second Woman in the Realme And the Protectors wife belou'd of him Hast thou not worldly pleasure at command Aboue the reach or compasse of thy thought And wilt thou still be hammering Treachery To tumble downe thy husband and thy selfe From top of Honor to Disgraces feete Away from me and let me heare no more Elia. What what my Lord Are you so chollericke With Elianor for telling but her dreame Next time I le keepe my dreames vnto my selfe And not be check'd Hum. Nay be not angry I am pleas'd againe Enter Messenger Mess My Lord Protector 't is his Highnes pleasure You do prepare to ride vnto S. Albons Where as the King and Queene do meane to Hawke Hu. I go Come Nel thou wilt ride with vs Ex. Hum Eli. Yes my good Lord I le follow presently Follow I must I cannot go before While Gloster beares this base and humble minde Were I a Man a Duke and next of blood I would remoue these tedious stumbling blockes And smooth my way vpon their headlesse neckes And being a woman I will not be slacke To play my part in Fortunes Pageant Where are you there Sir Iohn nay feare not man We are alone here 's none but thee I. Enter Hume Hume Iesus preserue your Royall Maiesty Elia. What saist thou Maiesty I am but Grace Hume But by the grace of God and Humes aduice Your Graces Title shall be multiplied Elia. What saist thou man Hast thou as yet confer'd With Margerie Iordane the cunning Witch With Roger Bollingbrooke the Coniuter And will they vndertake to do me good Hume This they haue promised to shew your Highnes A Spirit rais'd from depth of vnder ground That shall make answere to such Questions As by your Grace shall be propounded him Elianor It is enough I le thinke vpon the Questions When from Saint Albones we doe make returne
Wee 'le see these things effected to the full Here Hume take this reward make merry man With thy Confederates in this weightie cause Exit Elianor Hume Hume must make merry with the Duchesse Gold Marry and shall but how now Sir Iohn Hume Seale vp your Lips and giue no words but Mum The businesse asketh silent secrecie Dame Elianor giues Gold to bring the Witch Gold cannot come amisse were she a Deuill Yet haue I Gold flyes from another Coast I dare not say from the rich Cardinall And from the great and new-made Duke of Suffolke Yet I doe finde it so for to be plaine They knowing Dame Elianors aspiring humor Haue hyred me to vnder-mine the Duchesse And buzze these Coniurations in her brayne They say A craftie Knaue do's need no Broker Yet am I Suffolke and the Cardinalls Broker Hume if you take not heed you shall goe neere To call them both a payre of craftie Knaues Well so it stands and thus I feare at last Humes Knauerie will be the Duchesse Wracke And her Attainture will be Humphreyes fall Sort how it will I shall haue Gold for all Exit Enter three or foure Petitioners the Armorers Man being one 1. Pet. My Masters let 's stand close my Lord Protector will come this way by and by and then wee may deliuer our Supplications in the Quill 2. Pet. Marry the Lord protect him for hee 's a good man Iesu blesse him Enter Suffolke and Queene Peter Here a comes me thinkes and the Queene with him I le be the first sure 2. Pet. Come backe foole this is the Duke of Suffolk and not my Lord Protector Suff. How now fellow would'st any thing with me 1. Pet. I pray my Lord pardon me I tooke ye for my Lord Protector Queene To my Lord Protector Are your Supplications to his Lordship Let me see them what is thine 1. Pet. Mine is and 't please your Grace against Iohn Goodman my Lord Cardinals Man for keeping my House and Lands and Wife and all from me Suff. Thy Wife too that 's some Wrong indeede What 's yours What 's heere Against the Duke of Suffolke for enclosing the Commons of Melforde How now Sir Knaue 2. Pet. Alas Sir I am but a poore Petitioner of our whole Towneship Peter Against my Master Thomas Horner for saying That the Duke of Yorke was rightfull Heire to the Crowne Queene What say'st thou Did the Duke of Yorke say hee was rightfull Heire to the Crowne Peter That my Mistresse was No forsooth my Master said That he was and that the King was an Vsurper Suff. Who is there Enter Seruant Take this fellow in and send for his Master with a Purseuant presently wee 'le heare more of your matter before the King Exit Queene And as for you that loue to be protected Vnder the Wings of our Protectors Grace Begin your Suites anew and sue to him Teare the Supplication Away base Cullions Suffolke let them goe All. Come let 's be gone Exit Queene My Lord of Suffolke say is this the guise Is this the Fashions in the Court of England Is this the Gouernment of Britaines Ile And this the Royaltie of Albions King What shall King Henry be a Pupill still Vnder the surly Glosters Gouernance Am I a Queene in Title and in Stile And must be made a Subiect to a Duke I tell thee Poole when in the Citie Tours Thou ran'st aâ—tilt in honor of my Loue And stol'st away the Ladies hearts of France I thought King Henry had resembled thee In Courage Courtship and Proportion But all his minde is bent to Holinesse To number Aue-Maries on his Beades His Champions are the Prophets and Apostles His Weapons holy Sawes of sacred Writ His Studie is his Tilt-yard and his Loues Are brazen Images of Canonized Saints I would the Colledge of the Cardinalls Would chuse him Pope and carry him to Rome And set the Triple Crowne vpon his Head That were a State fit for his Holinesse Suff. Madame be patient as I was cause Your Highnesse came to England so will I In England worke your Graces full content Queene Beside the haughtie Protector haue we Beauford The imperious Churchman Somerset Buckingham And grumbling Yorke and not the least of these But can doe more in England then the King Suff. And he of these that can doe most of all Cannot doe more in England then the Neuils Salisbury and Warwick are no simple Peeres Queene Not all these Lords do vex me halfe so much As that prowd Dame the Lord Protectors Wife She sweepes it through the Court with troups of Ladies More like an Empresse then Duke Humphreyes Wife Strangers in Court doe take her for the Queene She beares a Dukes Reuenewes on her backe And in her heart she scornes our Pouertie Shall I not liue to be aueng'd on her Contemptuous base-borne Callot as she is She vaunted ' mongst her Minions t' other day The very trayne of her worst wearing Gowne Was better worth then all my Fathers Lands Till Suffolke gaue two Dukedomes for his Daughter Suff. Madame my selfe haue lym'd a Bush for her And plac't a Quier of such enticing Birds That she will light to listen to the Layes And neuer mount to trouble you againe So let her rest and Madame list to me For I am bold to counsaile you in this Although we fancie not the Cardinall Yet must we ioyne with him and with the Lords Till we haue brought Duke Humphrey in disgrace As for the Duke of Yorke this late Complaint Will make but little for his benefit So one by one wee 'le weed them all at last And you your selfe shall steere the happy Helme Exit Sound a Sennet Enter the King Duke Humfrey Cardinall Buckingham Yorke Salisbury Warwicke and the Duchesse King For my part Noble Lords I care not which Or Somerset or Yorke all 's one to me Yorke If Yorke haue ill demean'd himselfe in France Then let him be denay'd the Regent-ship Som. If Somerset be vnworthy of the Place Let Yorke be Regent I will yeeld to him Warw. Whether your Grace be worthy yea or no Dispute not that Yorke is the worthyer Card. Ambitious Warwicke let thy betters speake Warw. The Cardinall 's not my better in the field Buck. All in this presence are thy betters Warwicke Warw. Warwicke may liue to be the best of all Salisb. Peace Sonne and shew some reason Buckingham Why Somerset should be preferr'd in this Queene Because the King forsooth will haue it so Humf. Madame the King is old enough himselfe To giue his Censure These are no Womens matters Queene If he be old enough what needs your Grace To be Protector of his Excellence Humf. Madame I am Protector of the Realme And at his pleasure will resigne my Place Suff. Resigne it then and leaue thine insolence Since thou wert King as who is King but thou The Common-wealth hath dayly run to wrack The Dolphin hath preuayl'd beyond the Seas And all the Peeres and
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
le prepare My teare-stayn'd eyes to see her Miseries Enter the Duchesse in a white Sheet and a Taper burning in her hand with the Sherife and Officers Seru. So please your Grace wee 'le take her from the Sherife Gloster No stirre not for your liues let her passe by Elianor Come you my Lord to see my open shame Now thou do'st Penance too Looke how they gaze See how the giddy multitude doe point And nodde their heads and throw their eyes on thee Ah Gloster hide thee from their hatefull lookes And in thy Closet pent vp rue my shame And banne thine Enemies both mine and thine Glost Be patient gentle Nell forget this griefe Elianor Ah Gloster teach me to forget my selfe For whilest I thinke I am thy married Wife And thou a Prince Protector of this Land Me thinkes I should not thus be led along Mayl'd vp in shame with Papers on my back And follow'd with a Rabble that reioyce To see my teares and heare my deepe-fet groanes The ruthlesse Flint doth cut my tender feet And when I start the enuious people laugh And bid me be aduised how I treade Ah Humfrey can I beare this shamefull yoake Trowest thou that ere I le looke vpon the World Or count them happy that enioyes the Sunne No Darke shall be my Light and Night my Day To thinke vpon my Pompe shall be my Hell Sometime I le say I am Duke Humfreyes Wife And he a Prince and Ruler of the Land Yet so he rul'd and such a Prince he was As he stood by whilest I his forlorne Duchesse Was made a wonder and a pointing stock To euery idle Rascall follower But be thou milde and blush not at my shame Nor stirre at nothing till the Axe of Death Hang ouer thee as sure it shortly will For Suffolke he that can doe all in all With her that hateth thee and hates vs all And Yorke and impious Beauford that false Priest Haue all lym'd Bushes to betray thy Wings And flye thou how thou canst they 'le tangle thee But feare not thou vntill thy foot be snar'd Nor neuer seeke preuention of thy foes Glost Ah Nell forbeare thou aymest all awry I must offend before I be attainted And had I twentie times so many foes And each of them had twentie times their power All these could not procure me any scathe So long as I am loyall true and crimelesse Would'st haue me rescue thee from this reproach Why yet thy scandall were not wipt away But I in danger for the breach of Law Thy greatest helpe is quiet gentle Nell I pray thee sort thy heart to patience These few dayes wonder will be quickly worne Enter a Herald Her I summon your Grace to his Maiesties Parliament Holden at Bury the first of this next Moneth Glost And my consent ne're ask'd herein before This is close dealing Well I will be there My Nell I take my leaue and Master Sherife Let not her Penance exceede the Kings Commission Sh. And 't please your Grace here my Commission stayes And Sir Iohn Stanly is appointed now To take her with him to the I le of Man Glost Must you Sir Iohn protect my Lady here Stanly So am I giuen in charge may 't please your Grace Glost Entreat her not the worse in that I pray You vse her well the World may laugh againe And I may liue to doe you kindnesse if you doe it her And so Sir Iohn farewell Elianor What gone my Lord and bid me not farewell Glost Witnesse my teares I cannot stay to speake Exit Gloster Elianor Art thou gone to all comfort goe with thee For none abides with me my Ioy is Death Death at whose Name I oft haue beene afear'd Because I wish'd this Worlds eternitie Stanley I prethee goe and take me hence I care not whither for I begge no fauor Onely conuey me where thou art commanded Stanley Why Madame that is to the I le of Man There to be vs'd according to your State Elianor That 's bad enough for I am but reproach And shall I then be vs'd reproachfully Stanley Like to a Duchesse and Duke Humfreyes Lady According to that State you shall be vs'd Elianor Sherife farewell and better then I fare Although thou hast beene Conduct of my shame Sherife It is my Office and Madame pardon me Elianor I I farewell thy Office is discharg'd Come Stanley shall we goe Stanley Madame your Penance done Throw off this Sheet And goe we to attyre you for our Iourney Elianor My shame will not be shifted with my Sheet No it will hang vpon my richest Robes And shew it selfe attyre me how I can Goe leade the way I long to see my Prison Exeunt Sound a Senet Enter King Queene Cardinall Suffolke Yorke Buckingham Salisbury and Warwicke to the Parliament King I muse my Lord of Gloster is not come 'T is not his wont to be the hindmost man What e're occasion keepes him from vs now Queene Can you not see or will ye not obserue The strangenesse of his alter'd Countenance With what a Maiestie he beares himselfe How insolent of late he is become How prowd how peremptorie and vnlike himselfe We know the time since he was milde and affable And if we did but glance a farre-off Looke Immediately he was vpon his Knee That all the Court admir'd him for submission But meet him now and be it in the Morne When euery one will giue the time of day He knits bis Brow and shewes an angry Eye And passeth by with stiffe vnbowed Knee Disdaining dutie that to vs belongs Small Curres are not regarded when they grynne But great men tremble when the Lyon rores And Humfrey is no little Man in England First note that he is neere you in discent And should you fall he is the next will mount Me seemeth then it is no Pollicie Respecting what a rancorous minde he beares And his aduantage following your decease That he should come about your Royall Person Or be admitted to your Highnesse Councell By flatterie hath he wonne the Commons hearts And when he please to make Commotion 'T is to be fear'd they all will follow him Now 't is the Spring and Weeds are shallow-rooted Suffer them now and they 'le o're-grow the Garden And choake the Herbes for want of Husbandry The reuerent care I beare vnto my Lord Made me collect these dangers in the Duke If it be fond call it a Womans feare Which feare if better Reasons can supplant I will subscribe and say I wrong'd the Duke My Lord of Suffolke Buckingham and Yorke Reproue my allegation if you can Or else conclude my words effectuall Suff. Well hath your Highnesse seene into this Duke And had I first beene put to speake my minde I thinke I should haue told your Graces Tale. The Duchesse by his subornation Vpon my Life began her diuellish practises Or if he were not priuie to those Faults Yet by reputing of his high discent As next the King
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
and watch me as Ascanius did When he to madding Dido would vnfold His Fathers Acts commenc'd in burning Troy Am I not witcht like her Or thou not false like him Aye me I can no more Dye Elinor For Henry weepes that thou dost liue so long Noyse within Enter Warwicke and many Commons War It is reported mighty Soueraigne That good Duke Humfrey Traiterously is murdred By Suffolke and the Cardinall Beaufords meanes The Commons like an angry Hiue of Bees That want their Leader scatter vp and downe And care not who they sting in his reuenge My selfe haue calm'd their spleenfull mutinie Vntill they heare the order of his death King That he is dead good Warwick 't is too true But how he dyed God knowes not Henry Enter his Chamber view his breathlesse Corpes And comment then vpon his sodaine death War That shall I do my Liege Stay Salsburie With the rude multitude till I returne King O thou that iudgest all things stay my thoghts My thoughts that labour to perswade my soule Some violent hands were laid on Humfries life If my suspect be false forgiue me God For iudgement onely doth belong to thee Faine would I go to chafe his palie lips With twenty thousand kisses and to draine Vpon his face an Ocean of salt teares To tell my loue vnto his dumbe deafe trunke And with my fingers feele his hand vnfeeling But all in vaine are these meane Obsequies Bed put forth And to suruey his dead and earthy Image What were it but to make my sorrow greater Warw. Come hither gracious Soueraigne view this body King That is to see how deepe my graue is made For with his soule fled all my worldly solace For seeing him I see my life in death War As surely as my soule intends to liue With that dread King that tooke our state vpon him To free vs from his Fathers wrathfull curse I do beleeue that violent hands were laid Vpon the life of this thrice-famed Duke Suf. A dreadfull Oath sworne with a solemn tongue What instance giues Lord Warwicke for his vow War See how the blood is setled in his face Oft haue I seene a timely-parted Ghost Of ashy semblance meager pale and bloodlesse Being all descended to the labouring heart Who in the Conflict that it holds with death Attracts the same for aydance ' gainst the enemy Which with the heart there cooles and ne're returneth To blush and beautifie the Cheeke againe But see his face is blacke and full of blood His eye-balles further out than when he liued Staring full gastly like a strangled man His hayre vp rear'd his nostrils stretcht with strugling His hands abroad display'd as one that graspt And tugg'd for Life and was by strength subdude Looke on the sheets his haire you see is sticking His well proportion'd Beard made ruffe and rugged Like to the Summers Come by Tempest lodged It cannot be but he was murdred heere The least of all these signes were probable Suf. Why Warwicke who should do the D. to death My selfe and Beauford had him in protection And we I hope sir are no murtherers War But both of you were vowed D. Humfries foes And you forsooth had the good Duke to keepe T is like you would not feast him like a friend And 't is well seene he found an enemy Queen Than you belike suspect these Noblemen As guilty of Duke Humfries timelesse death Warw. Who finds the Heyfer dead and bleeding fresh And sees fast-by a Butcher with an Axe But will suspect 't was he that made the slaughter Who finds the Partridge in the Puttocks Nest But may imagine how the Bird was dead Although the Kyte soare with vnbloudied Beake Euen so suspitious is this Tragedie Qu. Are you the Butcher Suffolk where 's your Knife Is Beauford tearm'd a Kyte where are his Tallons Suff. I weare no Knife to slaughter sleeping men But here 's a vengefull Sword rusted with ease That shall be scowred in his rancorous heart That slanders me with Murthers Crimson Badge Say if thou dar'st prowd Lord of Warwickshire That I am faultie in Duke Humfreyes death Warw. What dares not Warwick if false Suffolke dare him Qu. He dares not calme his contumelious Spirit Nor cease to be an arrogant Controller Though Suffolke dare him twentie thousand times Warw. Madame be still with reuerence may I say For euery word you speake in his behalfe Is slander to your Royall Dignitie Suff. Blunt-witted Lord ignoble in demeanor If euer Lady wrong'd her Lord so much Thy Mother tooke into her blamefull Bed Some sterne vntutur'd Churle and Noble Stock Was graft with Crab-tree slippe whose Fruit thou art And neuer of the Neuils Noble Race Warw. But that the guilt of Murther bucklers thee And I should rob the Deaths-man of his Fee Quitting thee thereby of ten thousand shames And that my Soueraignes presence makes me milde I would false murd'rous Coward on thy Knee Make thee begge pardon for thy passed speech And say it was thy Mother that thou meant'st That thou thy selfe wast borne in Bastardie And after all this fearefull Homage done Giue thee thy hyre and send thy Soule to Hell Pernicious blood-sucker of sleeping men Suff. Thou shalt be waking while I shed thy blood If from this presence thou dar'st goe with me Warw. Away euen now or I will drag thee hence Vnworthy though thou art I le cope with thee And doe some seruice to Duke Humfreyes Ghost Exeunt King What stronger Brest-plate then a heart vntainted Thrice is he arm'd that hath his Quarrell iust And he but naked though lockt vp in Steele Whose Conscience with Iniustice is corrupted A noyse within Queene What noyse is this Enter Suffolke and Warwicke with their Weapons drawne King Why how now Lords Your wrathfull Weapons drawne Here in our presence Dare you be so bold Why what tumultuous clamor haue we here Suff. The trayt'rous Warwick with the men of Bury Set all vpon me mightie Soueraigne Enter Salisbury Salisb. Sirs stand apart the King shall know your minde Dread Lord the Commons send you word by me Vnlesse Lord Suffolke straight be done to death Or banished faire Englands Territories They will by violence teare him from your Pallace And torture him with grieuous lingring death They say by him the good Duke Humfrey dy'de They say in him they feare your Highnesse death And meere instinct of Loue and Loyaltie Free from a stubborne opposite intent As being thought to contradict your liking Makes them thus forward in his Banishment They say in care of your most Royall Person That if your Highnesse should intend to sleepe And charge that no man should disturbe your rest In paine of your dislike or paine of death Yet notwithstanding such a strait Edict Were there a Serpent seene with forked Tongue That slyly glyded towards your Maiestie It were but necessarie you were wak't Least being suffer'd in that harmefull slumber The mortall Worme might make the sleepe eternall And therefore doe
Beauford to thy Soueraigne Ca. If thou beest death I le giue thee Englands Treasure Enough to purchase such another Island So thou wilt let me liue and feele no paine King Ah what a signe it is of euill life Where death's approach is seene so terrible War Beauford it is thy Soueraigne speakes to thee Beau. Bring me vnto my Triall when you will Dy'de he not in his bed Where should he dye Can I make men liue where they will or no Oh torture me no more I will confesse Aliue againe Then shew me where he is I le giue a thousand pound to looke vpon him He hath no eyes the dust hath blinded them Combe downe his haire looke looke it stands vpright Like Lime-twigs set to catch my winged soule Giue me some drinke and bid the Apothecarie Bring the strong poyson that I bought of him King Oh thou eternall mouer of the heauens Looke with a gentle eye vpon this Wretch Oh beate away the busie medling Fiend That layes strong siege vnto this wretches soule And from his bosome purge this blacke dispaire War See how the pangs of death do make him grin Sal. Disturbe him not let him passe peaceably King Peace to his soule if Gods good pleasure be Lord Card'nall if thou think'st on heauens blisse Hold vp thy hand make signall of thy hope He dies and makes no signe Oh God forgiue him War So bad a death argues a monstrous life King Forbeare to iudge for we are sinners all Close vp his eyes and draw the Curtaine close And let vs all to Meditation Exeunt Alarum Fight at Sea Ordnance goes off Enter Lieutenant Suffolke and others Lieu. The gaudy blabbing and remorsefull day Is crept into the bosome of the Sea And now loud houling Wolues arouse the Iades That dragge the Tragicke melancholy night Who with their drowsie slow and flagging wings Cleape dead-mens graues and from their misty Iawes Breath foule contagious darknesse in the ayre Therefore bring forth the Souldiers of our prize For whilst our Pinnace Anchors in the Downes Heere shall they make their ransome on the sand Or with their blood staine this discoloured shore Maister this Prisoner freely giue I thee And thou that art his Mate make boote of this The other Walter Whitmore is thy share 1. Gent. What is my ransome Master let me know Ma. A thousand Crownes or else lay down your head Mate And so much shall you giue or oft goes yours Lieu. What thinke you much to pay 2000. Crownes And beare the name and port of Gentlemen Cut both the Villaines throats for dy you shall The liues of those which we haue lost in fight Be counter-poys'd with such a pettie summe 1. Gent. I le giue it sir and therefore spare my life 2. Gent. And so will I and write home for it straight Whitm I lost mine eye in laying the prize aboord And therefore to reuenge it shalt thou dye And so should these if I might haue my will Lieu. Be not so rash take ransome let him liue Suf. Looke on my George I am a Gentleman Rate me at what thou wilt thou shalt be payed Whit. And so am I my name is Walter Whitmore How now why starts thou What doth death affright Suf. Thy name affrights me in whose sound is death A cunning man did calculate my birth And told me that by Water I should dye Yet let not this make thee be bloody-minded Thy name is Gualtier being rightly sounded Whit. Gualtier or Walter which it is I care not Neuer yet did base dishonour blurre our name But with our sword we wip'd away the blot Therefore when Merchant-like I sell reuenge Broke be my sword my Armes torne and defac'd And I proclaim'd a Coward through the world Suf. Stay Whitmore for thy Prisoner is a Prince The Duke of Suffolke William de la Pole Whit The Duke of Suffolke muffled vp in ragges Suf. I but these ragges are no part of the Duke Lieu. But Ioue was neuer slaine as thou shalt be Obscure and lowsie Swaine King Henries blood Suf. The honourable blood of Lancaster Must not be shed by such a iaded Groome Hast thou not kist thy hand and held my stirrop Bare-headed plodded by my foot-cloth Mule And thought thee happy when I shooke my head How often hast thou waited at my cup Fed from my Trencher kneel'd downe at the boord When I haue feasted with Queene Margaret Remember it and let it make thee Crest-falne I and alay this thy abortiue Pride How in our voyding Lobby hast thou stood And duly wayted for my comming forth This hand of mine hath writ in thy behalfe And therefore shall it charme thy riotous tongue Whit. Speak Captaine shall I stab the forlorn Swain Lieu. First let my words stab him as he hath me Suf. Base slaue thy words are blunt and so art thou Lieu. Conuey him hence and on our long boats side Strike off his head Suf. Thou dar'st not for thy owne Lieu. Poole Sir Poole Lord I kennell puddle sinke whose filth and dirt Troubles the siluer Spring where England drinkes Now will I dam vp this thy yawning mouth For swallowing the Treasure of the Realme Thy lips that kist the Queene shall sweepe the ground And thou that smil'dst at good Duke Humfries death Against the senselesse windes shall grin in vaine Who in contempt shall hisse at thee againe And wedded be thou to the Hagges of hell For daring to affye a mighty Lord Vnto the daughter of a worthlesse King Hauing neyther Subiect Wealth nor Diadem By diuellish policy art thou growne great And like ambitious Sylla ouer-gorg'd With gobbets of thy Mother-bleeding heart By thee Aniou and Maine were sold to France The false reuolting Normans thorough thee Disdaine to call vs Lord and Piccardie Hath slaine their Gouernors surpriz'd our Forts And sent the ragged Souldiers wounded home The Princely Warwicke and the Neuils all Whose dreadfull swords were neuer drawne in vaine As hating thee and rising vp in armes And now the House of Yorke thrust from the Crowne By shamefull murther of a guiltlesse King And lofty proud incroaching tyranny Burnes with reuenging fire whose hopefull colours Aduance our halfe-fac'd Sunne striuing to shine Vnder the which is writ Inuitis nubibus The Commons heere in Kent are vp in armes And to conclude Reproach and Beggerie Is crept into the Pallace of our King And all by thee away conuey him hence Suf. O that I were a God to shoot forth Thunder Vpon these paltry seruile abiect Drudges Small things make base men proud This Villaine heere Being Captaine of a Pinnace threatens more Then Bargulus the strong Illyrian Pyrate Drones sucke not Eagles blood but rob Bee-hiues It is impossible that I should dye By such a lowly Vassall as thy selfe Thy words moue Rage and not remorse in me I go of Message from the Queene to France I charge thee waft me safely crosse the Channell Lieu. Water W. Come Suffolke I must waft thee to thy death
to blood If you go forward therefore yeeld or dye Cade As for these silken-coated slaues I passe not It is to you good people that I speake Ouer whom in time to come I hope to raigne For I am rightfull heyre vnto the Crowne Staff Villaine thy Father was a Playsterer And thou thy selfe a Sheareman art thou not Cade And Adam was a Gardiner Bro. And what of that Cade Marry this Edmund Mortimer Earle of March married the Duke of Clarence daughter did he not Staf. I sir Cade By her he had two children at one birth Bro. That 's false Cade I there 's the question But I say 't is true The elder of them being put to nurse Was by a begger-woman stolne away And ignorant of his birth and parentage Became a Bricklayer when he came to age His sonne am I deny it if you can But. Nay 't is too true therefore he shall be King Wea. Sir he made a Chimney in my Fathers house the brickes are aliue at this day to testifie it therefore deny it not Staf. And will you credit this base Drudges Wordes that speakes he knowes not what All. I marry will we therefore get ye gone Bro. Iacke Cade the D. of York hath taught you this Cade He lyes for I inuented it my selfe Go too Sirrah tell the King from me that for his Fathers sake Henry the fift in whose time boyes went to Span-counter for French Crownes I am content he shall raigne but I le be Protector ouer him Butcher And furthermore wee 'l haue the Lord Sayes head for selling the Dukedome of Maine Cade And good reason for thereby is England main'd And faine to go with a staffe but that my puissance holds it vp Fellow-Kings I tell you that that Lord Say hath gelded the Commonwealth and made it an Eunuch more then that he can speake French and therefore hee is a Traitor Staf. O grosse and miserable ignorance Cade Nay answer if you can The Frenchmen are our enemies go too then I ask but this Can he that speaks with the tongue of an enemy be a good Councellour or no All. No no and therefore wee 'l haue his head Bro. Well seeing gentle words will not preuayle Assaile them with the Army of the King Staf. Herald away and throughout euery Towne Proclaime them Traitors that are vp with Cade That those which flye before the battell ends May euen in their Wiues and Childrens sight Be hang'd vp for example at their doores And you that be the Kings Friends follow me Exit Cade And you that loue the Commons follow me Now shew your selues men 't is for Liberty We will not leaue one Lord one Gentleman Spare none but such as go in clouted shooen For they are thrifty honest men and such As would but that they dare not take our parts But. They are all in order and march toward vs. Cade But then are we in order when we are most out of order Come march forward Alarums to the fight wherein both the Staffords are slaine Enter Cade and the rest Cade Where 's Dicke the Butcher of Ashford But. Heere sir Cade They fell before thee like Sheepe and Oxen thou behaued'st thy selfe as if thou hadst beene in thine owne Slaughter-house Therfore thus will I reward thee the Lent shall bee as long againe as it is and thou shalt haue a License to kill for a hundred lacking one But. I desire no more Cade And to speake truth thou deseru'st no lesse This Monument of the victory will I beare and the bodies shall be dragg'd at my horse heeles till I do come to London where we will haue the Maiors sword born before vs. But. If we meane to thriue and do good breake open the Gaoles and let out the Prisoners Cade Feare not that I warrant thee Come let 's march towards London Exeunt Enter the King with a Supplication and the Queene with Suffolkes head the Duke of Buckingham and the Lord Say Queene Oft haue I heard that greefe softens the mind And makes it fearefull and degenerate Thinke therefore on reuenge and cease to weepe But who can cease to weepe and looke on this Heere may his head lye on my throbbing brest But where 's the body that I should imbrace Buc. What answer makes your Grace to the Rebells Supplication King I le send some holy Bishop to intreat For God forbid so many simple soules Should perish by the Sword And I my selfe Rather then bloody Warre shall cut them short Will parley with Iacke Cade their Generall But stay I le read it ouer once againe Qu. Ah barbarous villaines Hath this louely face Rul'd like a wandering Plannet ouer me And could it not inforce them to relent That were vnworthy to behold the same King Lord Say Iacke Cade hath sworne to huae thy head Say I but I hope your Highnesse shall haue his King How now Madam Still lamenting and mourning for Suffolkes death I feare me Loue if that I had beene dead Thou would'st not haue mourn'd so much for me Qu. No my Loue I should not mourne but dye for thee Enter a Messenger King How now What newes Why com'st thou in such haste Mes The Rebels are in Southwarke Fly my Lord Iacke Cade proclaimes himselfe Lord Mortimer Descended from the Duke of Clarence house And calles your Grace Vsurper openly And vowes to Crowne himselfe in Westminster His Army is a ragged multitude Of Hindes and Pezants rude and mercilesse Sir Humfrey Stafford and his Brothers death Hath giuen them heart and courage to proceede All Schollers Lawyers Courtiers Gentlemen They call false Catterpillers and intend their death Kin. Oh gracelesse men they know not what they do Buck. My gracious Lord retire to Killingworth Vntill a power be rais'd to put them downe Qu. Ah were the Duke of Suffolke now aliue These Kentish Rebels would be soone appeas'd King Lord Say the Traitors hateth thee Therefore away with vs to Killingworth Say So might your Graces person be in danger The sight of me is odious in their eyes And therefore in this Citty will I stay And liue alone as secret as I may Enter another Messenger Mess Iacke Cade hath gotten London-bridge The Citizens flye and forsake their houses The Rascall people thirsting after prey Ioyne with the Traitor and they ioyntly sweare To spoyle the City and your Royall Court. Buc. Then linger not my Lord away take horse King Come Margaret God our hope will succor vs. Qu. My hope is gone now Suffolke is deceast King Farewell my Lord trust not the Kentish Rebels Buc. Trust no body for feare you betraid Say The trust I haue is in mine innocence And therefore am I bold and resolute Exeunt Enter Lord Scales vpon the Tower walking Then enters two or three Citizens below Scales How now Is Iacke Cade slaine 1. Cit. No my Lord nor likely to be slaine For they haue wonne the Bridge Killing all those that withstand them The L. Maior
in Capite And we charge and command that their wiues be as free as heart can wish or tongue can tell Dicke My Lord When shall we go to Cheapside and take vp commodities vpon our billes Cade Marry presently All. O braue Enter one with the heads Cade But is not this brauer Let them kisse one another For they lou'd well When they were aliue Now part them againe Least they consult about the giuing vp Of some more Townes in France Soldiers Deferre the spoile of the Citie vntill night For with these borne before vs in steed of Maces Will we ride through the streets at euery Corner Haue them kisse Away Exit Alarum and Retreat Enter againe Cade and all his rabblement Cade Vp Fish-streete downe Saint Magnes corner kill and knocke downe throw them into Thames Sound a parley What noise is this I heare Dare any be so bold to sound Retreat or Parley When I command them kill Enter Buckingham and old Clifford Buc. I heere they be that dare and will disturb thee Know Cade we come Ambassadors from the King Vnto the Commons whom thou hast misled And heere pronounce free pardon to them all That will forsake thee and go home in peace Clif. What say ye Countrimen will ye relent And yeeld to mercy whil'st 't is offered you Or let a rabble leade you to your deaths Who loues the King and will imbrace his pardon Fling vp his cap and say God saue his Maiesty Who hateth him and honors not his Father Henry the fift that made all France to quake Shake he his weapon at vs and passe by All. God saue the King God saue the King Cade What Buckingham and Clifford are ye so braue And you base Pezants do ye beleeue him will you needs be hang'd with your Pardons about your neckes Hath my sword therefore broke through London gates that you should leaue me at the White-heart in Southwarke I thought ye would neuer haue giuen out these Armes til you had recouered your ancient Freedome But you are all Recreants and Dastards and delight to liue in slauerie to the Nobility Let them breake your backes with burthens take your houses ouer your heads rauish your Wiues and Daughters before your faces For me I will make shift for one and so Gods Cursse light vppon you all All. Wee 'l follow Cade Wee 'l follow Cade Clif Is Cade the sonne of Henry the fift That thus you do exclaime you 'l go with him Will he conduct you through the heart of France And make the meanest of you Earles and Dukes Alas he hath no home no place to flye too Nor knowes he how to liue but by the spoile Vnlesse by robbing of your Friends and vs. Wer 't not a shame that whilst you liue at iarre The fearfull French whom you late vanquished Should make a start ore-seas and vanquish you Me thinkes alreadie in this ciuill broyle I see them Lording it in London streets Crying Villiago vnto all they meete Better ten thousand base-borne Cades miscarry Then you should stoope vnto a Frenchmans mercy To France to France and get what you haue lost Spare England for it is your Natiue Coast Henry hath mony you are strong and manly God on our side doubt not of Victorie All. A Clifford a Clifford Wee 'l follow the King and Clifford Cade Was euer Feather so lightly blowne too fro as this multitude The name of Henry the fift hales them to an hundred mischiefes and makes them leaue mee desolate I see them lay their heades together to surprize me My sword make way for me for heere is no staying in despight of the diuels and hell haue through the verie middest of you and heauens and honor be witnesse that no want of resolution in mee but onely my Followers base and ignominious treasons makes me betake mee to my heâ—les Exit Buck. What is he fled Go some and follow him And he that brings his head vnto the King Shall haue a thousand Crownes for his reward Exeunt some of them Follow me souldiers wee 'l deuise a meane To reconcile you all vnto the King Exeunt omnes Sound Trumpets Enter King Queene and Somerset on the Tarras King Was euer King that ioy'd an earthly Throne And could command no more content then I No sooner was I crept out of my Cradle But I was made a King at nine months olde Was neuer Subiect long'd to be a King As I do long and wish to be a Subiect Enter Buckingham and Clifford Buc. Health and glad tydings to your Maiesty Kin. Why Buckingham is the Traitor Cade surpris'd Or is he but retir'd to make him strong Enter Multitudes with Halters about their Neckes Clif. He is fled my Lord and all his powers do yeeld And humbly thus with halters on their neckes Expect your Highnesse doome of life or death King Then heauen set ope thy euerlasting gates To entertaine my vowes of thankes and praise Souldiers this day haue you redeem'd your liues And shew'd how well you loue your Prince Countrey Continue still in this so good a minde And Henry though he be infortunate Assure your selues will neuer be vnkinde And so with thankes and pardon to you all I do dismisse you to your seuerall Countries All. God saue the King God saue the King Enter a Messenger Mes Please it your Grace to be aduertised The Duke of Yorke is newly come from Ireland And with a puissant and a mighty power Of Gallow-glasses and stout Kernes Is marching hitherward in proud array And still proclaimeth as he comes along His Armes are onely to remoue from thee The Duke of Somerset whom he tearmes a Traitor King Thus stands my state 'twixt Cade and Yorke distrest Like to a Ship that hauing scap'd a Tempest Is straight way calme and boorded with a Pyrate But now is Cade driuen backe his men dispierc'd And now is Yorke in Armes to second him I pray thee Buckingham go and meete him And aske him what 's the reason of these Armes Tell him I le send Duke Edmund to the Tower And Somerset we will commit thee thither Vntill his Army be dismist from him Somerset My Lord I le yeelde my selfe to prison willingly Or vnto death to do my Countrey good King In any case be not to rough in termes For he is fierce and cannot brooke hard Language Buc. I will my Lord and doubt not so to deale As all things shall redound vnto your good King Come wife let 's in and learne to gouern better For yet may England curse my wretched raigne Flourish Exeunt Enter Cade Cade Fye on Ambitions fie on my selfe that haue a sword and yet am ready to famish These fiue daies haue I hid me in these Woods and durst not peepe out for all the Country is laid for me but now am I so hungry that if I might haue a Lease of my life for a thousand yeares I could stay no longer Wherefore on a Bricke wall haue I
Warre Richard I le proue the contrary if you 'le heare mee speake Yorke Thou canst not Sonne it is impossible Richard An Oath is of no moment being not tooke Before a true and lawfull Magistrate That hath authoritie ouer him that sweares Henry had none but did vsurpe the place Then seeing 't was he that made you to depose Your Oath my Lord is vaine and friuolous Therefore to Armes and Father doe but thinke How sweet a thing it is to weare a Crowne Within whose Circuit is Elizium And all that Poets faine of Blisse and Ioy. Why doe we linger thus I cannot rest Vntill the White Rose that I weare be dy'de Euen in the luke-warme blood of Henries heart Yorke Richard ynough I will be King or dye Brother thou shalt to London presently And whet on Warwick to this Enterprise Thou Richard shalt to the Duke of Norfolke And tell him priuily of our intent You Edward shall vnto my Lord Cobham With whom the Kentishmen will willingly rise In them I trust for they are Souldiors Wittie courteous liberall full of spirit While you are thus imploy'd what resteth more But that I seeke occasion how to rise And yet the King not priuie to my Drift Nor any of the House of Lancaster Enter Gabriel But stay what Newes Why comm'st thou in such poste Gabriel The Queene With all the Northerne Earles and Lords Intend here to besiege you in your Castle She is hard by with twentie thousand men And therefore fortifie your Hold my Lord. Yorke I with my Sword What think'st thou that we feare them Edward and Richard you shall stay with me My Brother Mountague shall poste to London Let Noble Warwicke Cobham and the rest Whom we haue left Protectors of the King With powrefull Pollicie strengthen themselues And trust not simple Henry nor his Oathes Mount Brother I goe I le winne them feare it not And thus most humbly I doe take my leaue Exit Mountague Enter Mortimer and his Brother York Sir Iohn and Sir Hugh Mortimer mine Vnckles You are come to Sandall in a happie houre The Armie of the Queene meane to besiege vs. Iohn Shee shall not neede wee 'le meete her in the field Yorke What with fiue thousand men Richard I with fiue hundred Father for a neede A Woman's generall what should we feare A March afarre off Edward I heare their Drummes Let 's set our men in order And issue forth and bid them Battaile straight Yorke Fiue men to twentie though the oddes be great I doubt not Vnckle of our Victorie Many a Battaile haue I wonne in France When as the Enemie hath beene tenne to one Why should I not now haue the like successe Alarum Exit Enter Rutland and his Tutor Rutland Ah whither shall I flye to scape their hands Ah Tutor looke where bloody Clifford comes Enter Clifford Clifford Chaplaine away thy Priesthood saues thy life As for the Brat of this accursed Duke Whose Father slew my Father he shall dye Tutor And I my Lord will beare him company Clifford Souldiers away with him Tutor Ah Clifford murther not this innocent Child Least thou be hated both of God and Man Exit Clifford How now is he dead alreadie Or is it feare that makes him close his eyes I le open them Rutland So looks the pent-vp Lyon o're the Wretch That trembles vnder his deuouring Pawes And so he walkes insulting o're his Prey And so be comes to rend his Limbes asunder Ah gentle Clifford kill me with thy Sword And not with such a cruell threatning Looke Sweet Clifford heare me speake before I dye I am too meane a subiect for thy Wrath Be thou reueng'd on men and let me liue Clifford In vaine thou speak'st poore Boy My Fathers blood hath stopt the passage Where thy words should enter Rutland Then let my Fathers blood open it againe He is a man and Clifford cope with him Clifford Had I thy Brethren here their liues and thine Were not reuenge sufficient for me No if I digg'd vp thy fore-fathers Graues And hung their rotten Coffins vp in Chaynes It could not slake mine ire nor ease my heart The sight of any of the House of Yorke Is as a furie to torment my Soule And till I root out their accursed Line And leaue not one aliue I liue in Hell Therefore Rutland Oh let me pray before I take my death To thee I pray sweet Clifford pitty me Clifford Such pitty as my Rapiers point affords Rutland I neuer did thee harme why wilt thou slay me Clifford Thy Father hath Rutland But 't was ere I was borne Thou hast one Sonne for his sake pitty me Least in reuenge thereof sith God is iust He be as miserably slaine as I. Ah let me liue in Prison all my dayes And when I giue occasion of offence Then let me dye for now thou hast no cause Clifford No cause thy Father slew my Father therefore dye Rutland Dij faciant laudis summa sit ista tuae Clifford Plantagenet I come Plantagenet And this thy Sonnes blood cleauing to my Blade Shall rust vpon my Weapon till thy blood Congeal'd with this doe make me wipe off both Exit Alarum Enter Richard Duke of Yorke Yorke The Army of the Queene hath got the field My Vnckle 's both are slaine in rescuing me And all my followers to the eager foe Turne back and flye like Ships before the Winde Or Lambes pursu'd by hunger-starued Wolues My Sonnes God knowes what hath bechanced them But this I know they haue demean'd themselues Like men borne to Renowne by Life or Death Three times did Richard make a Lane to me And thrice cry'de Courage Father fight it out And full as oft came Edward to my side With Purple Faulchion painted to the Hilt In blood of those that had encountred him And when the hardyest Warriors did retyre Richard cry'de Charge and giue no foot of ground And cry'de A Crowne or else a glorious Tombe A Scepter or an Earthly Sepulchre With this we charg'd againe but out alas We bodg'd againe as I haue seene a Swan With bootlesse labour swimme against the Tyde And spend her strength with ouer-matching Waues A short Alarum within Ah hearke the fatall followers doe pursue And I am faint and cannot flye their furie And were I strong I would not shunne their furie The Sands are numbred that makes vp my Life Here must I stay and here my Life must end Enter the Queene Clifford Northumberland the young Prince and Souldiers Come bloody Clifford rough Northumberland I dare your quenchlesse furie to more rage I am your Butt and I abide your Shot Northumb. Yeeld to our mercy proud Plantagenet Clifford I to such mercy as his ruthlesse Arme With downe-right payment shew'd vnto my Father Now Phaeton hath tumbled from his Carre And made an Euening at the Noone-tide Prick Yorke My ashes as the Phoenix may bring forth A Bird that will reuenge vpon you all And in that hope I throw mine eyes to
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
kindnesse For that it made my imprisonment a pleasure I such a pleasure as incaged Birds Conceiue when after many moody Thoughts At last by Notes of Houshold harmonie They quite forget their losse of Libertie But Warwicke after God thou set'st me free And chiefely therefore I thanke God and thee He was the Author thou the Instrument Therefore that I may conquer Fortunes spight By liuing low where Fortune cannot hurt me And that the people of this blessed Land May not be punisht with my thwarting starres Warwicke although my Head still weare the Crowne I here resigne my Gouernment to thee For thou art fortunate in all thy deeds Warw. Your Grace hath still beene fam'd for vertuous And now may seeme as wise as vertuous By spying and auoiding Fortunes malice For few men rightly temper with the Starres Yet in this one thing let me blame your Grace For chusing me when Clarence is in place Clar. No Warwicke thou art worthy of the sway To whom the Heau'ns in thy Natiuitie Adiudg'd an Oliue Branch and Lawrell Crowne As likely to be blest in Peace and Warre And therefore I yeeld thee my free consent Warw. And I chuse Clarence onely for Protector King Warwick and Clarence giue me both your Hands Now ioyne your Hands with your Hands your Hearts That no dissention hinder Gouernment I make you both Protectors of this Land While I my selfe will lead a priuate Life And in deuotion spend my latter dayes To sinnes rebuke and my Creators prayse Warw. What answeres Clarence to his Soueraignes will Clar. That he consents if Warwicke yeeld consent For on thy fortune I repose my selfe Warw. Why then though loth yet must I be content Wee 'le yoake together like a double shadow To Henries Body and supply his place I meane in bearing weight of Gouernment While he enioyes the Honor and his ease And Clarence now then it is more then needfull Forthwith that Edward be pronounc'd a Traytor And all his Lands and Goods confiscate Clar. What else and that Succession be determined Warw. I therein Clarence shall not want his part King But with the first of all your chiefe affaires Let me entreat for I command no more That Margaret your Queene and my Sonne Edward Be sent for to returne from France with speed For till I see them here by doubtfull feare My ioy of libertie is halfe eclips'd Clar. It shall bee done my Soueraigne with all speede King My Lord of Somerset what Youth is that Of whom you seeme to haue so tender care Somers My Liege it is young Henry Earle of Richmond King Come hither Englands Hope Layes his Hand on his Head If secret Powers suggest but truth To my diuining thoughts This prettie Lad will proue our Countries blisse His Lookes are full of peacefull Maiestie His Head by nature fram'd to weare a Crowne His Hand to wield a Scepter and himselfe Likely in time to blesse a Regall Throne Make much of him my Lords for this is hee Must helpe you more then you are hurt by mee Enter a Poste Warw. What newes my friend Poste That Edward is escaped from your Brother And fled as hee heares since to Burgundie Warw. Vnsauorie newes but how made he escape Poste He was conuey'd by Richard Duke of Gloster And the Lord Hastings who attended him In secret ambush on the Forrest side And from the Bishops Huntsmen rescu'd him For Hunting was his dayly Exercise Warw. My Brother was too carelesse of his charge But let vs hence my Soueraigne to prouide A salue for any sore that may betide Exeunt Manet Somerset Richmond and Oxford Som. My Lord I like not of this flight of Edwards For doubtlesse Burgundie will yeeld him helpe And we shall haue more Warres befor 't be long As Henries late presaging Prophecie Did glad my heart with hope of this young Richmond So doth my heart mis-giue me in these Conflicts What may befall him to his harme and ours Therefore Lord Oxford to preuent the worst Forthwith wee 'le send him hence to Brittanie Till stormes be past of Ciuill Enmitie Oxf. I for if Edward re-possesse the Crowne 'T is like that Richmond with the rest shall downe Som. It shall be so he shall to Brittanie Come therefore let 's about it speedily Exeunt Flourish Enter Edward Richard Hastings and Souldiers Edw. Now Brother Richard Lord Hastings and the rest Yet thus farre Fortune maketh vs amends And sayes that once more I shall enterchange My wained state for Henries Regall Crowne Well haue we pass'd and now re-pass'd the Seas And brought desired helpe from Burgundie What then remaines we being thus arriu'd From Rauenspurre Hauen before the Gates of Yorke But that we enter as into our Dukedome Rich. The Gates made fast Brother I like not this For many men that stumble at the Threshold Are well fore-told that danger lurkes within Edw. Tush man aboadments must not now affright vs By faire or foule meanes we must enter in For hither will our friends repaire to vs. Hast. My Liege I le knocke once more to summon them Enter on the Walls the Maior of Yorke and his Brethren Maior My Lords We were fore-warned of your comming And shut the Gates for safetie of our selues For now we owe allegeance vnto Henry Edw. But Master Maior if Henry be your King Yet Edward at the least is Duke of Yorke Maior True my good Lord I know you for no lesse Edw. Why and I challenge nothing but my Dukedome As being well content with that alone Rich. But when the Fox hath once got in his Nose Hee 'le soone finde meanes to make the Body follow Hast. Why Master Maior why stand you in a doubt Open the Gates we are King Henries friends Maior I say you so the Gates shall then be opened He descends Rich. A wise stout Captaine and soone perswaded Hast The good old man would faine that all were wel So 't were not long of him but being entred I doubt not I but we shall soone perswade Both him and all his Brothers vnto reason Enter the Maior and two Aldermen Edw. So Master Maior these Gates must not be shut But in the Night or in the time of Warre What feare not man but yeeld me vp the Keyes Takes his Keyes For Edward will defend the Towne and thee And all those friends that deine to follow mee March Enter Mountgomerie with Drumme and Souldiers Rich. Brother this is Sir Iohn Mountgomerie Our trustie friend vnlesse I be deceiu'd Edw. Welcome Sir Iohn but why come you in Armes Mount To helpe King Edward in his time of storme As euery loyall Subiect ought to doe Edw. Thankes good Mountgomerie But we now forget our Title to the Crowne And onely clayme our Dukedome Till God please to send the rest Mount Then fare you well for I will hence againe I came to serue a King and not a Duke Drummer strike vp and let vs march away The Drumme begins to march Edw. Nay
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
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
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
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
thriue wel bring them to Baynards Castle Where you shall finde me well accompanied With reuerend Fathers and well-learned Bishops Buck. I goe and towards three or foure a Clocke Looke for the Newes that the Guild-Hall affoords Exit Buckingham Rich. Goe Louell with all speed to Doctor Shaw Goe thou to Fryer Peuker bid them both Meet me within this houre at Baynards Castle Exit Now will I goe to take some priuie order To draw the Brats of Clarence out of sight And to giue order that no manner person Haue any time recourse vnto the Princes Exeunt Enter a Scriuener Scr. Here is the Indictment of the good Lord Hastings Which in a set Hand fairely is engross'd That it may be to day read o're in Paules And marke how well the sequell hangs together Eleuen houres I haue spent to write it ouer For yester-night by Catesby was it sent me The Precedent was full as long a doing And yet within these fiue houres Hastings liu'd Vntainted vnexamin'd free at libertie Here 's a good World the while Who is so grosse that cannot see this palpable deuice Yet who so bold but sayes he sees it not Bad is the World and all will come to nought When such ill dealing must be seene in thought Exit Enter Richard and Buckingham at seuerall Doores Rich. How now how now what say the Citizens Buck. Now by the holy Mother of our Lord The Citizens are mum say not a word Rich. Toucht you the Bastardie of Edwards Children Buck I did with his Contract with Lady Lucy And his Contract by Deputie in France Th' vnsatiate greedinesse of his desire And his enforcement of the Citie Wiues His Tyrannie for Trifles his owne Bastardie As being got your Father then in France And his resemblance being not like the Duke Withall I did inferre your Lineaments Being the right Idea of your Father Both in your forme and Noblenesse of Minde Layd open all your Victories in Scotland Your Discipline in Warre Wisdome in Peace Your Bountie Vertue faire Humilitie Indeed left nothing fitting for your purpose Vntoucht or sleightly handled in discourse And when my Oratorie drew toward end I bid them that did loue their Countries good Cry God saue Richard Englands Royall King Rich. And did they so Buck. No so God helpe me they spake not a word But like dumbe Statues or breathing Stones Star'd each on other and look'd deadly pale Which when I saw I reprehended them And ask'd the Maior what meant this wilfull silence His answer was the people were not vsed To be spoke to but by the Recorder Then he was vrg'd to tell my Tale againe Thus sayth the Duke thus hath the Duke inferr'd But nothing spoke in warrant from himselfe When he had done some followers of mine owne At lower end of the Hall hurld vp their Caps And some tenne voyces cry'd God saue King Richard And thus I tooke the vantage of those few Thankes gentle Citizens and friends quoth I This generall applause and chearefull showt Argues your wisdome and your loue to Richard And euen here brake off and came away Rich. What tongue-lesse Blockes were they Would they not speake Will not the Maior then and his Brethren come Buck. The Maior is here at hand intend some feare Be not you spoke with but by mightie suit And looke you get a Prayer-Booke in your hand And stand betweene two Church-men good my Lord For on that ground I le make a holy Descant And be not easily wonne to our requests Play the Maids part still answer nay and take it Rich. I goe and if you plead as well for them As I can say nay to thee for my selfe No doubt we bring it to a happie issue Buck. Go go vp to the Leads the Lord Maior knocks Enter the Maior and Citizens Welcome my Lord I dance attendance here I thinke the Duke will not be spoke withall Enter Catesby Buck. Now Catesby what sayes your Lord to my request Catesby He doth entreat your Grace my Noble Lord To visit him to morrow or next day He is within with two right reuerend Fathers Diuinely bent to Meditation And in no Worldly suites would he be mou'd To draw him from his holy Exercise Buck. Returne good Catesby to the gracious Duke Tell him my selfe the Maior and Aldermen In deepe designes in matter of great moment No lesse importing then our generall good Are come to haue some conference with his Grace Catesby I le signifie so much vnto him straight Exit Buck. Ah ha my Lord this Prince is not an Edward He is not lulling on a lewd Loue-Bed But on his Knees at Meditation Not dallying with a Brace of Curtizans But meditating with two deepe Diuines Not sleeping to engrosse his idle Body But praying to enrich his watchfull Soule Happie were England would this vertuous Prince Take on his Grace the Soueraigntie thereof But sure I feare we shall not winne him to it Maior Marry God defend his Grace should say vs nay Buck. I feare he will here Catesby comes againe Enter Catesby Now Catesby what sayes his Grace Catesby He wonders to what end you haue assembled Such troopes of Citizens to come to him His Grace not being warn'd thereof before He feares my Lord you meane no good to him Buck. Sorry I am my Noble Cousin should Suspect me that I meane no good to him By Heauen we come to him in perfit loue And so once more returne and tell his Grace Exit When holy and deuout Religious men Are at their Beades 't is much to draw them thence So sweet is zealous Contemplation Enter Richard aloft betweene two Bishops Maior See where his Grace stands tweene two Clergie men Buck. Two Props of Vertue for a Christian Prince To stay him from the fall of Vanitie And see a Booke of Prayer in his hand True Ornaments to know a holy man Famous Plantagenet most gracious Prince Lend fauourable eare to our requests And pardon vs the interruption Of thy Deuotion and right Christian Zeale Rich. My Lord there needes no such Apologie I doe beseech your Grace to pardon me Who earnest in the seruice of my God Deferr'd the visitation of my friends But leauing this what is your Graces pleasure Buck. Euen that I hope which pleaseth God aboue And all good men of this vngouern'd I le Rich. I doe suspect I haue done some offence That seemes disgracious in the Cities eye And that you come to reprehend my ignorance Buck. You haue my Lord Would it might please your Grace On our entreaties to amend your fault Rich. Else wherefore breathe I in a Christian Land Buck. Know then it is your fault that you resigne The Supreme Seat the Throne Maiesticall The Sceptred Office of your Ancestors Your State of Fortune and your Deaw of Birth The Lineall Glory of your Royall House To the corruption of a blemisht Stock Whiles in the mildnesse of your sleepie thoughts Which here we waken to our Countries good The
quicke Qu. O no my Reasons are too deepe and dead Too deepe and dead poore Infants in their graues Harpe on it still shall I till heart-strings breake Rich. Harpe not on that string Madam that is past Now by my George my Garter and my Crowne Qu. Prophan'd dishonor'd and the third vsurpt Rich. I sweare Qu. By nothing for this is no Oath Thy George prophan'd hath lost his Lordly Honor Thy Garter blemish'd pawn'd his Knightly Vertue Thy Crowne vsurp'd disgrac'd his Kingly Glory If something thou would'st sweare to be beleeu'd Sweare then by something that thou hast not wrong'd Rich. Then by my Selfe Qu. Thy Selfe is selfe-misvs'd Rich. Now by the World Qu. 'T is full of thy foule wrongs Rich. My Fathers death Qu. Thy life hath it dishonor'd Rich. Why then by Heauen Qu. Heauens wrong is most of all If thou didd'st feare to breake an Oath with him The vnity the King my husband made Thou had'st not broken nor my Brothers died If thou had'st fear'd to breake an oath by him Th' Imperiall mettall circling now thy head Had grac'd the tender temples of my Child And both the Princes had bene breathing heere Which now two tender Bed-fellowes for dust Thy broken Faith hath made the prey for Wormes What can'st thou sweare by now Rich. The time to come Qu. That thou hast wronged in the time ore-past For I my selfe haue many teares to wash Heereafter time for time past wrong'd by thee The Children liue whose Fathers thou hast slaughter'd Vngouern'd youth to waile it with their age The Parents liue whose Children thou hast butcher'd Old barren Plants to waile it with their Age. Sweare not by time to come for that thou hast Misvs'd ere vs'd by times ill-vs'd repast Rich. As I entend to prosper and repent So thriue I in my dangerous Affayres Of hostile Armes My selfe my selfe confound Heauen and Fortune barre me happy houres Day yeeld me not thy light nor Night thy rest Be opposite all Planets of good lucke To my proceeding if with deere hearts loue Immaculate deuotion holy thoughts I tender not thy beautious Princely daughter In her consists my Happinesse and thine Without her followes to my selfe and thee Her selfe the Land and many a Christian soule Death Desolation Ruine and Decay It cannot be auoyded but by this It will not be auoyded but by this Therefore deare Mother I must call you so Be the Atturney of my loue to her Pleade what I will be not what I haue beene Not my deserts but what I will deserue Vrge the Necessity and state of times And be not peeuish found in great Designes Qu. Shall I be tempted of the Diuel thus Rich. I if the Diuell tempt you to do good Qu. Shall I forget my selfe to be my selfe Rich. I if your selfes remembrance wrong your selfe Qu. Yet thou didst kil my Children Rich. But in your daughters wombe I bury them Where in that Nest of Spicery they will breed Selues of themselues to your recomforture Qu. Shall I go win my daughter to thy will Rich. And be a happy Mother by the deed Qu. I go write to me very shortly And you shal vnderstand from me her mind Exit Q. Rich. Beare her my true loues kisse and so farewell Relenting Foole and shallow-changing Woman How now what newes Enter Ratcliffe Rat. Most mightie Soueraigne on the Westerne Coast Rideth a puissant Nauie to our Shores Throng many doubtfull hollow-hearted friends Vnarm'd and vnresolu'd to beat them backe 'T is thought that Richmond is their Admirall And there they hull expecting but the aide Of Buckingham to welcome them ashore Rich. Some light-foot friend post to y e Duke of Norfolk Ratcliffe thy selfe or Catesby where is hee Cat. Here my good Lord. Rich. Catesby flye to the Duke Cat. I will my Lord with all conuenient haste Rich. Catesby come hither poste to Salisbury When thou com'st thither Dull vnmindfull Villaine Why stay'st thou here and go'st not to the Duke Cat. First mighty Liege tell me your Highnesse pleasure What from your Grace I shall deliuer to him Rich. O true good Catesby bid him leuie straight The greatest strength and power that he can make And meet me suddenly at Salisbury Cat. I goe Exit Rat. What may it please you shall I doe at Salisbury Rich. Why what would'st thou doe there before I goe Rat. Your Highnesse told me I should poste before Rich. My minde is chang'd Enter Lord Stanley Stanley what newes with you Sta. None good my Liege to please you with y e hearing Nor none so bad but well may be reported Rich. Hoyday a Riddle neither good nor bad What need'st thou runne so many miles about When thou mayest tell thy Tale the neerest way Once more what newes Stan. Richmond is on the Seas Rich. There let him sinke and be the Seas on him White-liuer'd Runnagate what doth he there Stan. I know not mightie Soueraigne but by guesse Rich. Well as you guesse Stan. Stirr'd vp by Dorset Buckingham and Morton He makes for England here to clayme the Crowne Rich. Is the Chayre emptie is the Sword vnsway'd Is the King dead the Empire vnpossest What Heire of Yorke is there aliue but wee And who is Englands King but great Yorkes Heire Then tell me what makes he vpon the Seas Stan. Vnlesse for that my Liege I cannot guesse Rich. Vnlesse for that he comes to be your Liege You cannot guesse wherefore the Welchman comes Thou wilt reuolt and flye to him I feare Stan. No my good Lord therefore mistrust me not Rich. Where is thy Power then to beat him back Where be thy Tenants and thy followers Are they not now vpon the Westerne Shore Safe-conducting the Rebels from their Shippes Stan. No my good Lord my friends are in the North. Rich. Cold friends to me what do they in the North When they should serue their Soueraigne in the West Stan. They haue not been commanded mighty King Pleaseth your Maiestie to giue me leaue I le muster vp my friends and meet your Grace Where and what time your Maiestie shall please Rich. I thou would'st be gone to ioyne with Richmond But I le not trust thee Stan. Most mightie Soueraigne You haue no cause to hold my friendship doubtfull I neuer was nor neuer will be false Rich. Goe then and muster men but leaue behind Your Sonne George Stanley looke your heart be firme Or else his Heads assurance is but fraile Stan. So deale with him as I proue true to you Exit Stanley Enter a Messenger Mess My gracious Soueraigne now in Deuonshire As I by friends am well aduertised Sir Edward Courtney and the haughtie Prelate Bishop of Exeter his elder Brother With many moe Confederates are in Armes Enter another Messenger Mess In Kent my Liege the Guilfords are in Armes And euery houre more Competitors Flocke to the Rebels and their power growes strong Enter another Messenger Mess My Lord the Armie of great Buckingham Rich. Out on ye Owles nothing but
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
most malicious Foe and thinke not At all a Friend to truth Wol. I do professe You speake not like your selfe who euer yet Haue stood to Charity and displayd th' effects Of disposition gentle and of wisedome Ore-topping womans powre Madam you do me wrong I haue no Spleene against you nor iniustice For you or any how farre I haue proceeded Or how farre further Shall is warranted By a Commission from the Consistorie Yea the whole Consistorie of Rome You charge me That I haue blowne this Coale I do deny it The King is present If it be knowne to him That I gainsay my Deed how may he wound And worthily my Falsehood yea as much As you haue done my Truth If he know That I am free of your Report he knowes I am not of your wrong Therefore in him It lies to cure me and the Cure is to Remoue these Thoughts from you The which before His Highnesse shall speake in I do beseech You gracious Madam to vnthinke your speaking And to say so no more Queen My Lord my Lord I am a simple woman much too weake T' oppose your cunning Y' are meek humble-mouth'd You signe your Place and Calling in full seeming With Meekenesse and Humilitie but your Heart Is cramm'd with Arrogancie Spleene and Pride You haue by Fortune and his Highnesse fauors Gone slightly o're lowe steppes and now are mounted Where Powres are your Retainers and your words Domestickes to you serue your will as 't please Your selfe pronounce their Office I must tell you You tender more your persons Honor then Your high profession Spirituall That agen I do refuse you for my Iudge and heere Before you all Appeale vnto the Pope To bring my whole Cause 'fore his Holinesse And to be iudg'd by him She Curtsies to the King and offers to depart Camp The Queene is obstinate Stubborne to Iustice apt to accuse it and Disdainfull to be tride by 't t is not well Shee 's going away Kin. Call her againe Crier Katherine Q of England come into the Court. Gent. Vsh Madam you are cald backe Que. What need you note it pray you keep your way When you are cald returne Now the Lord helpe They vexe me past my patience pray you passe on I will not tarry no nor euer more Vpon this businesse my appearance make In any of their Courts Exit Queene and her Attendants Kin. Goe thy wayes Kate That man i' th' world who shall report he ha's A better Wife let him in naught be trusted For speaking false in that thou art alone If thy rare qualities sweet gentlenesse Thy meeknesse Saint-like Wife-like Gouernment Obeying in commanding and thy parts Soueraigne and Piousels could speake thee out The Queene of earthly Queenes Shee 's Noble borne And like her true Nobility she ha's Carried her selfe towards me Wol. Most gracious Sir In humblest manner I require your Highnes That it shall please you to declare in hearing Of all these eares for where I am rob'd and bound There must I be vnloos'd although not there At once and fully satisfide whether euer I Did broach this busines to your Highnes or Laid any scruple in your way which might Induce you to the question on 't or euer Haue to you but with thankes to God for such A Royall Lady spake one the least word that might Be to the preiudice of her present State Or touch of her good Person Kin. My Lord Cardinall I doe excuse you yea vpon mine Honour I free you from 't You are not to be taught That you haue many enemies that know not Why they are so but like to Village Curres Barke when their fellowes doe By some of these The Queene is put in anger y' are excus'd But will you be more iustifi'de You euer Haue wish'd the sleeping of this busines neuer desir'd It to be stir'd but oft haue hindred oft The passages made toward it on my Honour I speake my good Lord Cardnall to this point And thus farre cleare him Now what mou'd me too 't I will be bold with time and your attention Then marke th' inducement Thus it came giue heede too 't My Conscience first receiu'd a tendernes Scruple and pricke on certaine Speeches vtter'd By th' Bishop of Bayon then French Embassador Who had beene hither sent on the debating And Marriage 'twixt the Duke of Orleance and Our Daughter Mary I' th' Progresse of this busines Ere a determinate resolution hee I meane the Bishop did require a respite Wherein he might the King his Lord aduertise Whether our Daughter were legitimate Respecting this our Marriage with the Dowager Sometimes our Brothers Wife This respite shooke The bosome of my Conscience enter'd me Yea with a spitting power and made to tremble The region of my Breast which forc'd such way That many maz'd considerings did throng And prest in with this Caution First me thought I stood not in the smile of Heauen who had Commanded Nature that my Ladies wombe If it conceiu'd a male-child by me should Doe no more Offices of life too 't then The Graue does to th' dead For her Male Issue Or di'de where they were made ot shortly after This world had ayr'd them Hence I tooke a thought This was a Iudgement on me that my Kingdome Well worthy the best Heyre o' th' World should not Be gladded in 't by me Then followes that I weigh'd the danger which my Realmes stood in By this my Issues faile and that gaue to me Many a groaning throw thus hulling in The wild Sea of my Conscience I did steere Toward this remedy whereupon we are Now present heere together that 's to say I meant to rectifie my Conscience which I then did feele full sicke and yet not well By all the Reuerend Fathers of the Land And Doctors learn'd First I began in priuate With you my Lord of Lincolne you remember How vnder my oppression I did reeke When I first mou'd you B. Lin. Very well my Liedge Kin. I haue spoke long be pleas'd your selfe to say How farre you satisfide me Lin. So please your Highnes The question did at first so stagger me Bearing a State of mighty moment in 't And consequence of dread that I committed The daringst Counsaile which I had to doubt And did entreate your Highnes to this course Which you are running heere Kin. I then mou'd you My Lord of Canterbury and got your leaue To make this present Summons vnsolicited I left no Reuerend Person in this Court But by particular consent proceeded Vnder your hands and Seales therefore goe on For no dislike i' th' world against the person Of the good Queene but the sharpe thorny points Of my alleadged reasons driues this forward Proue but our Marriage lawfull by my Life And Kingly Dignity we are contented To weare our mortall State to come with her Katherine our Queene before the primest Creature That 's Parragon'd o' th' World Camp So please your Highnes The Queene being absent 't is a
that Woman when she has done most Yet will I adde an Honor a great Patience Car. Madam you wander from the good We ayme at Qu. My Lord I dare not make my selfe so guiltie To giue vp willingly that Noble Title Your Master wed me to nothing but death Shall e're diuorce my Dignities Car. Pray heare me Qu. Would I had neuer trod this English Earth Or felt the Flatteries that grow vpon it Ye haue Angels Faces but Heauen knowes your hearts What will become of me now wretched Lady I am the most vnhappy Woman liuing Alas poore Wenches where are now your Fortunes Shipwrack'd vpon a Kingdome where no Pitty No Friends no Hope no Kindred weepe for me Almost no Graue allow'd me Like the Lilly That once was Mistris of the Field and flourish'd I le hang my head and perish Car. If your Grace Could but be brought to know our Ends are honest Youl 'd feele more comfort Why shold we good Lady Vpon what cause wrong you Alas our Places The way of our Profession is against it We are to Cure such sorrowes not to sowe ' em For Goodnesse sake consider what you do How you may hurt your selfe I vtterly Grow from the Kings Acquaintance by this Carriage The hearts of Princes kisse Obedience So much they loue it But to stubborne Spirits They swell and grow as terrible as stormes I know you haue a Gentle Noble temper A Soule as euen as a Calme Pray thinke vs Those we professe Peace-makers Friends and Seruants Camp Madam you 'l finde it so You wrong your Vertues With these weake Womens feares A Noble Spirit As yours was put into you euer casts Such doubts as false Coine from it The King loues you Beware you loose it not For vs if you please To trust vs in your businesse we are ready To vse our vtmost Studies in your seruice Qu. Do what ye will my Lords And pray forgiue me If I haue vs'd my selfe vnmannerly You know I am a Woman lacking wit To make a seemely answer to such persons Pray do my seruice to his Maiestie He ha's my heart yet and shall haue my Prayers While I shall haue my life Come reuerend Fathers Bestow your Councels on me She now begges That little thought when she set footing heere She should haue bought her Dignities so deere Exeunt Scena Secunda Enter the Duke of Norfolke Duke of Suffolke Lord Surrey and Lord Chamberlaine Norf. If you will now vnite in your Complaints And force them with a Constancy the Cardinall Cannot stand vnder them If you omit The offer of this time I cannot promise But that you shall sustaine moe new disgraces With these you beare alreadie Sur. I am ioyfull To meete the least occasion that may giue me Remembrance of my Father-in-Law the Duke To be reueng'd on him Suf. Which of the Peeres Haue vncontemn'd gone by him or at least Strangely neglected When did he regard The stampe of Noblenesse in any person Out of himselfe Cham. My Lords you speake your pleasures What he deserues of you and me I know What we can do to him though now the time Giues way to vs I much feare If you cannot Barre his accesse to ' th' King neuer attempt Any thing on him for he hath a Witchcraft Ouer the King in 's Tongue Nor. O feare him not His spell in that is out the King hath found Matter against him that for euer marres The Hony of his Language No he 's setled Not to come off in his displeasure Sur. Sir I should be glad to heare such Newes as this Once euery houre Nor. Beleeue it this is true In the Diuorce his contrarie proceedings Are all vnfolded wherein he appeares As I would wish mine Enemy Sur. How came His practises to light Suf. Most strangely Sur. O how how Suf. The Cardinals Letters to the Pope miscarried And came to th' eye o' th' King wherein was read How that the Cardinall did intreat his Holinesse To stay the Iudgement o' th' Diuorce for if It did take place I do quoth he perceiue My King is tangled in affection to A Creature of the Queenes Lady Anne Bullen Sur. Ha's the King this Suf. Beleeue it Sur. Will this worke Cham. The King in this perceiues him how he coasts And hedges his owne way But in this point All his trickes founder and he brings his Physicke After his Patients death the King already Hath married the faire Lady Sur. Would he had Suf. May you be happy in your wish my Lord For I professe you haue it Sur. Now all my ioy Trace the Coniunction Suf. My Amen too 't Nor. All mens Suf. There 's order giuen for her Coronation Marry this is yet but yong and may be left To some eares vnrecounted But my Lords She is a gallant Creature and compleate In minde and feature I perswade me from her Will fall some blessing to this Land which shall In it be memoriz'd Sur. But will the King Digest this Letter of the Cardinals The Lord forbid Nor. Marry Amen Suf. No no There be moe Waspes that buz about his Nose Will make this sting the sooner Cardinall Campeius Is stolne away to Rome hath ' tane no leaue Ha's left the cause o' th' King vnhandled and Is posted as the Agent of our Cardinall To second all his plot I do assure you The King cry'de Ha at this Cham. Now God incense him And let him cry Ha lowder Norf. But my Lord When returnes Cranmer Suf. He is return'd in his Opinions which Haue satisfied the King for his Diuorce Together with all famous Colledges Almost in Christendome shortly I beleeue His second Marriage shall be publishd and Her Coronation Katherine no more Shall be call'd Queene but Princesse Dowager And Widdow to Prince Arthur Nor. This same Cranmer's A worthy Fellow and hath tane much paine In the Kings businesse Suf. He ha's and we shall see him For it an Arch-byshop Nor. So I heare Suf. 'T is so Enter Wolsey and Cromwell The Cardinall Nor. Obserue obserue hee 's moody Car. The Packet Cromwell Gau 't you the King Crom. To his owne hand in 's Bed-chamber Card. Look'd he o' th' inside of the Paper Crom. Presently He did vnseale them and the first he view'd He did it with a Serious minde a heede Was in his countenance You he bad Attend him heere this Morning Card. Is he ready to come abroad Crom. I thinke by this he is Card. Leaue me a while Exit Cromwell It shall be to the Dutches of Alanson The French Kings Sister He shall marry her Anne Bullen No I le no Anne Bullens for him There 's more in 't then faire Visage Bullen No wee 'l no Bullens Speedily I wish To heare from Rome The Marchionesse of Penbroke Nor. He 's discontented Suf. Maybe he heares the King Does whet his Anger to him Sur. Sharpe enough Lord for thy Iustice Car. The late Queenes Gentlewoman A Knights Daughter To be her Mistris Mistris The Queenes
your painted glosse discouers To men that vnderstand you words and weaknesse Crom. My Lord of Winchester y' are a little By your good fauour too sharpe Men so Noble How euer faultly yet should finde respect For what they haue beene 't is a cruelty To load a falling man Gard. Good M. Secretary I cry your Honour mercie you may worst Of all this Table say so Crom. Why my Lord Gard. Doe not I know you for a Fauourer Of this new Sect ye are not sound Crom. Not sound Gard. Not sound I say Crom. Would you were halfe so honest Mens prayers then would seeke you not their feares Gard. I shall remember this bold Language Crom. Doe Remember your bold life too Cham. This is too much Forbeare for shame my Lords Gard. I haue done Crom. And I. Cham. Then thus for you my Lord it stands agreed I take it by all voyces That forthwith You be conuaid to th' Tower a Prisoner There to remaine till the Kings further pleasure Be knowne vnto vs are you all agreed Lords And by that verte no man dare accuse you And by that vertue no man dare accuse you All. We are Cran. Is there no other way of mercy But I must needs to th' Tower my Lords Gard. What other Would you expect You are strangely troublesome Let some o' th' Guard be ready there Enter the Guard Cran. For me Must I goe like a Traytor thither Gard. Receiue him And see him safe i' th' Tower Cran. Stay good my Lords I haue a little yet to say Looke there my Lords By vertue of that Ring I take my cause Out of the gripes of cruell men and giue it To a most Noble Iudge the King my Maister Cham. This is the Kings Ring Sur. 'T is no counterfeit Suff. 'Ts the right Ring by Heau'n I told ye all When we first put this dangerous stone a rowling 'T wold fall vpon our selues Norf. Doe you thinke my Lords The King will suffer but the little finger Of this man to be vex'd Cham. T is now too certaine How much more is his Life in value with him Would I were fairely out on 't Crom. My mind gaue me In seeking tales and Informations Against this man whose honesty the Diuell And his Disciples onely enuy at Ye blew the fire that burnes ye now haue at ye Enter King frowning on them takes his Seate Gard. Dread Soueraigne How much are we bound to Heauen In dayly thankes that gaue vs such a Prince Not onely good and wise but most religious One that in all obedience makes the Church The cheefe ayme of his Honour and to strengthen That holy duty out of deare respect His Royall selfe in Iudgement comes to heare The cause betwixt her and this great offender Kin. You were euer good at sodaine Commendations Bishop of Winchester But know I come not To heare such flattery now and in my presence They are too thin and base to hide offences To me you cannot reach You play the Spaniell And thinke with wagging of your tongue to win me But whatsoere thou tak'st me for I 'm sure Thou hast a cruell Nature and a bloody Good man sit downe Now let me see the proudest Hee that dares most but wag his finger at thee By all that 's holy he had better starue Then but once thinke his place becomes thee not Sur. May it please your Grace Kin. No Sir it doe's not please me I had thought I had had men of some vnderstanding And wisedome of my Councell but I finde none Was it discretion Lords to let this man This good man few of you deserue that Title This honest man wait like a lowsie Foot-boy At Chamber dore and one as great as you are Why what a shame was this Did my Commission Bid ye so farre forget your selues I gaue ye Power as he was a Counsellour to try him Not as a Groome There 's some of ye I see More out of Malice then Integrity Would trye him to the vtmost had ye meane Which ye shall neuer haue while I liue Chan. Thus farre My most dread Soueraigne may it like your Grace To let my tongue excuse all What was purpos'd Concerning his Imprisonment was rather If there be faith in men meant for his Tryall And faire purgation to the world then malice I 'm sure in me Kin. Well well my Lords respect him Take him and vse him well hee 's worthy of it I will say thus much for him if a Prince May be beholding to a Subiect I Am for his loue and seruice so to him Make memo more adoe but all embrace him Be friends for shame my Lords My Lord of Canterbury I haue a Suite which you must not deny mee That is a faire young Maid that yet wants Baptisme You must be Godfather and answere for her Cran. The greatest Monarch now aliue may glory In such an honour how may I deserue it That am a poore and humble Subiect to you Kin. Come come my Lord you 'd spare your spoones You shall haue two noble Partners with you the old Duchesse of Norfolke and Lady Marquesse Dorset will these please you Once more my Lord of Winchester I charge you Embrace and loue this man Gard. With a true heart And Brother loue I doe it Cran. And let Heauen Witnesse how deare I hold this Confirmation Kin. Good Man those ioyfull teares shew thy true hearts The common voyce I see is verified Of thee which sayes thus Doe my Lord of Canterbury A shrewd turne and hee 's your friend for euer Come Lords we trifle time away I long To haue this young one made a Christian As I haue made ye one Lords one remaine So I grow stronger you more Honour gaine Exeunt Scena Tertia Noyse and Tumult within Enter Porter and his man Port. You 'l leaue your noyse anon ye Rascals doe you take the Court for Parish Garden ye rude Slaues leaue your gaping Within Good M. Porter I belong to th' Larder Port. Belong to th' Gallowes and be hang'd ye Rogue Is this a place to roare in Fetch me a dozen Crab-tree staues and strong ones these are but switches to 'em I le scratch your heads you must be seeing Christenings Do you looke for Ale and Cakes heere you rude Raskalls Man Pray Sir be patient 't is as much impossible Vnlesse wee sweepe 'em from the dore with Cannons To scatter 'em as 't is to make 'em sleepe On May-day Morning which will neuer be We may as well push against Powles as stirre ' em Por. How got they in and be hang'd Man Alas I know not how gets the Tide in As much as one sound Cudgell of foure foote You see the poore remainder could distribute I made no spare Sir Port. You did nothing Sir Man I am not Sampson nor Sir Guy nor Colebrand To mow 'em downe before me but if I spar'd any That had a head to hit either young or old He or shee Cuckold or Cuckold-maker
my dying voyce So tell him with the occurrents more and lesse Which haue solicited The rest is silence O o o o Dyes Hora. Now cracke a Noble heart Goodnight sweet Prince And flights of Angels sing thee to thy rest Why do's the Drumme come hither Enter Fortinbras and English Ambassador with Drumme Colours and Attendants Fortin Where is this sight Hor. What is it ye would see If ought of woe or wonder cease your search For. His quarry cries on hauocke Oh proud death What feast is toward in thine eternall Cell That thou so many Princes at a shoote So bloodily hast strooke Amb. The sight is dismall And our affaires from England come too late The eares are senselesse that should giue vs hearing To tell him his command'ment is fulfill'd That Rosincrance and Guildensterne are dead Where should we haue our thankes Hor. Not from his mouth Had it th' abilitie of life to thanke you He neuer gaue command'ment for their death But since so iumpe vpon this bloodie question You from the Polake warres and you from England Are heere arriued Giue order that these bodies High on a stage be placed to the view And let me speake to th' yet vnknowing world How these things came about So shall you heare Of carnall bloudie and vnnaturall acts Of accidentall iudgements casuall slaughters Of death's put on by cunning and forc'd cause And in this vpshot purposes mistooke Falne on the Inuentors heads All this can I Truly deliuer For. Let vs hast to heare it And call the Noblest to the Audience For me with sorrow I embrace my Fortune I haue some Rites of memory in this Kingdome Which are ro claime my vantage doth Inuite me Hor. Of that I shall haue alwayes cause to speake And from his mouth Whose voyce will draw on more But let this same be presently perform'd Euen whiles mens mindes are wilde Lest more mischance On plots and errors happen For. Let foure Captaines Beare Hamlet like a Soldier to the Stage For he was likely had he beene put on To haue prou'd most royally And for his passage The Souldiours Musicke and the rites of Warre Speake lowdly for him Take vp the body Such a sight as this Becomes the Field but heere shewes much amis Go bid the Souldiers shoote Exeunt Marching after the which a Peale of Ordenance are shot off FINIS THE TRAGEDIE OF KING LEAR Actus Primus Scoena Prima Enter Kent Gloucester and Edmond Kent I Thought the King had more affected the Duke of Albany then Cornwall Glou. It did alwayes seeme so to vs But now in the diuision of the Kingdome it appeares not which of the Dukes hee valewes most for qualities are so weigh'd that curiosity in neither can make choise of eithers moity Kent Is not this your Son my Lord Glou. His breeding Sir hath bin at my charge I haue so often blush'd to acknowledge him that now I am braz'd too 't Kent I cannot conceiue you Glou. Sir this yong Fellowes mother could wherevpon she grew round womb'd and had indeede Sir a Sonne for her Cradle ere she had a husband for her bed Do you smell a fault Kent I cannot wish the fault vndone the issue of it being so proper Glou. But I haue a Sonne Sir by order of Law some yeere elder then this who yet is no deerer in my account though this Knaue came somthing sawcily to the world before he was sent for yet was his Mother fayre there was good sport at his making and the horson must be acknowledged Doe you know this Noble Gentleman Edmond Edm. No my Lord. Glou. My Lord of Kent Remember him heereafter as my Honourable Friend Edm. My seruices to your Lordship Kent I must loue you and sue to know you better Edm. Sir I shall study deseruing Glou. He hath bin out nine yeares and away he shall againe The King is comming Sennet Enter King Lear Cornwall Albany Gonerill Regan Cordelia and attendants Lear. Attend the Lords of France Burgundy Gloster Glou. I shall my Lord. Exit Lear. Meane time we shal expresse our darker purpose Giue me the Map there Know that we haue diuided In three our Kingdome and 't is our fast intent To shake all Cares and Businesse from our Age Conferring them on yonger strengths while we Vnburthen'd crawle toward death Our son of Cornwal And you our no lesse louing Sonne of Albany We haue this houre a constant will to publish Our daughters seuerall Dowers that future strife May be preuented now The Princes France Burgundy Great Riuals in our yongest daughters loue Long in our Court haue made their amorous soiourne And heere are to be answer'd Tell me my daughters Since now we will diuest vs both of Rule Interest of Territory Cares of State Which of you shall we say doth loue vs most That we our largest bountie may extend Where Nature doth with merit challenge Gonerill Our eldest borne speake first Gon. Sir I loue you more then word can weild y e matter Deerer then eye-sight space and libertie Beyond what can be valewed rich or rare No lesse then life with grace health beauty honor As much as Childe ere lou'd or Father found A loue that makes breath poore and speech vnable Beyond all manner of so much I loue you Cor. What shall Cordelia speake Loue and be silent Lear. Of all these bounds euen from this Line to this With shadowie Forrests and with Champains rich'd With plenteous Riuers and wide-skirted Meades We make thee Lady To thine and Albanies issues Be this perpetuall What sayes our second Daughter Our deerest Regan wife of Cornwall Reg. I am made of that selfe-mettle as my Sister And prize me at her worth In my true heart I finde she names my very deede of loue Onely she comes too short that I professe My selfe an enemy to all other ioyes Which the most precious square of sense professes And finde I am alone felicitate In your deere Highnesse loue Cor. Then poore Cordelia And yet not so since I am sure my loue 's More ponderous then my tongue Lear. To thee and thine hereditarie euer Remaine this ample third of our faire Kingdome No lesse in space validitie and pleasure Then that confeir'd on Gonerill Now our Ioy Although our last and least to whose yong loue The Vines of France and Milke of Burgundie Striue to be interest What can you say to draw A third more opilent then your Sisters speake Cor. Nothing my Lord. Lear. Nothing Cor. Nothing Lear. Nothing will come of nothing speake againe Cor. Vnhappie that I am I cannot heaue My heart into my mouth I loue your Maiesty According to my bond no more nor lesse Lear. How how Cordelia Mend your speech a little Least you may marre your Fortunes Cor. Good my Lord You haue begot me bred me lou'd me I returne those duties backe as are right fit Obey you Loue you and most Honour you Why haue my Sisters Husbands if they say They loue you
hither You you Sirrah where 's my Daughter Enter Steward Ste. So please you Exit Lear. What saies the Fellow there Call the Clot-pole backe wher 's my Foole Ho I thinke the world's asleepe how now Where 's that Mungrell Knigh. He saies my Lord your Daughters is not well Lear. Why came not the slaue backe to me when I call'd him Knigh. Sir he answered me in the roundest manner he would not Lear. He would not Knight My Lord I know not what the matter is but to my iudgement your Highnesse is not entertain'd with that Ceremonious affection as you were wont there 's a great abatement of kindnesse appeares as well in the generall dependants as in the Duke himselfe also and your Daughter Lear. Ha Saist thou so Knigh. I beseech you pardon me my Lord if I bee mistaken for my duty cannot be silent when I thinke your Highnesse wrong'd Lear. Thou but remembrest me of mine owne Conception I haue perceiued a most faint neglect of late which I haue rather blamed as mine owne iealous curiositie then as a very pretence and purpose of vnkindnesse I will looke further intoo'tâ— but where 's my Foole I haue not seene him this two daies Knight Since my young Ladies going into France Sir the Foole hath much pined away Lear. No more of that I haue noted it well goe you and tell my Daughter I would speake with her Goe you call hither my Foole Oh you Sir you come you hither Sir who am I Sir Enter Steward Ste. My Ladies Father Lear. My Ladies Father my Lords knaue you whorson dog you slaue you curre Ste. I am none of these my Lord I beseech your pardon Lear. Do you bandy lookes with me you Rascall Ste. I le not be strucken my Lord. Kent Nor tript neither you base Foot-ball plaier Lear. I thanke thee fellow Thou seru'st me and I le loue thee Kent Come sir arise away I le teach you differences away away if you will measure your lubbers length againe tarry but away goe too haue you wisedome so Lear. Now my friendly knaue I thanke thee there 's earnest of thy seruice Enter Foole. Foole. Let me hire him too here 's my Coxcombe Lear. How now my pretty knaue how dost thou Foole. Sirrah you were best take my Coxcombe Lear. Why my Boy Foole. Why for taking ones part that 's out of fauour nay thou canst not smile as the wind sits thou'lt catch colde shortly there take my Coxcombes why this fellow ha's banish'd two on 's Daughters and did the third a blessing against his will if thou follow him thou must needs weare my Coxcombe How now Nunckle would I had two Coxcombes and two Daughters Lear. Why my Boy Fool. If I gaue them all my liuing I 'ld keepe my Coxcombes my selfe there 's mine beg another of thy Daughters Lear. Take heed Sirrah the whip Foole. Truth 's a dog must to kennell hee must bee whipt out when the Lady Brach may stand by ' th' fire and stinke Lear. A pestilent gall to me Foole. Sirha I le teach thee a speech Lear. Do. Foole. Marke it Nuncle Haue more then thou showest Speake lesse then thou knowest Lend lesse then thou owest Ride more then thou goest Learne more then thou trowest Set lesse then thou throwest Leaue thy drinke and thy whore And keepe in a dore And thou shalt haue more Then two tens to a score Kent This is nothing Foole. Foole. Then 't is like the breath of an vnfeed Lawyer you gaue me nothing for 't can you make no vse of nothing Nuncle Lear. Why no Boy Nothing can be made out of nothing Foole. Prythee tell him so much the rent of his land comes to he will not beleeue a Foole. Lear. A bitter Foole. Foole. Do'st thou know the difference my Boy betweene a bitter Foole and a sweet one Lear. No Lad teach me Foole. Nunckle giue me an egge and I le giue thee two Crownes Lear. What two Crownes shall they be Foole. Why after I haue cut the egge i' th' middle and eate vp the meate the two Crownes of the egge when thou clouest thy Crownes i' th' middle and gau'st away both parts thou boar'st thine Asse on thy backe o're the durt thou had'st little wit in thy bald crowne when thou gau'st thy golden one away if I speake like my selfe in this let him be whipt that first findes it so Fooles had nere lesse grace in a yeere For wisemen are growne foppish And know not how their wits to weare Their manners are so apish Le. When were you wont to be so full of Songs sirrah Foole. I haue vsed it Nunckle ere since thou mad'st thy Daughters thy Mothers for when thou gau'st them the rod and put'st downe thine owne breeches then they For sodaine ioy did weepe And I for sorrow sung That such a King should play bo-peepe And goe the Foole among Pry ' thy Nunckle keepe a Schoolemaster that can teach thy Foole to lie I would faine learne to lie Lear. And you lie sirrah wee 'l haue you whipt Foole. I maruell what kin thou and thy daughters are they 'l haue me whipt for speaking true thou'lt haue me whipt for lying and sometimes I am whipt for holding my peace I had rather be any kind o' thing then a foole and yet I would not be thee Nunckle thou hast pared thy wit o' both sides and left nothing i' th' middle heere comes one o' the parings Enter Gonerill Lear. How now Daughter what makes that Frontlet on You are too much of late i' th' frowne Foole. Thou wast a pretty fellow when thou hadst no need to care for her frowning now thou art an O without a figure I am better then thou art now I am a Foole thou art nothing Yes forsooth I will hold my tongue so your face bids me though you say nothing Mum mum he that keepes nor crust not crum Weary of all shall want some That 's a sheal'd Pescod Gon. Not only Sir this your all-lycenc'd Foole But other of your insolent retinue Do hourely Carpe and Quarrell breaking forth In ranke and not to be endur'd riots Sir I had thought by making this well knowne vnto you To haue found a safe redresse but now grow fearefull By what your selfe too late haue spoke and done That you protect this course and put it on By your allowance which if you should the fault Would not scape censure nor the redresses sleepe Which in the tender of a wholesome weale Might in their working do you that offence Which else were shame that then necessitie Will call discreet proceeding Foole. For you know Nunckle the Hedge-Sparrow fed the Cuckoo so long that it 's had it head bit off by it young so out went the Candle and we were left darkling Lear. Are you our Daughter Gon. I would you would make vse of your good wisedome Whereof I know you are fraught and put away These dispositions which of late transport you From what you
vnder Globe That by thy comfortable Beames I may Peruse this Letter Nothing almost sees miracles But miserie I know 't is from Cordelia Who hath most fortunately beene inform'd Of my obscured course And shall finde time From this enormous State seeking to giue Losses their remedies All weary and o're-watch'd Take vantage heauie eyes not to behold This shamefull lodging Fortune goodnight Smile once more turne thy wheele Enter Edgar Edg. I heard my selfe proclaim'd And by the happy hollow of a Tree Escap'd the hunt No Port is free no place That guard and most vnusall vigilance Do's not attend my taking Whiles I may scape I will preserue myselfe and am bethought To take the basest and most poorest shape That euer penury in contempt of man Brought neere to beast my face I le grime with filth Blanket my loines else all my haires in knots And with presented nakednesse out-face The Windes and persecutions of the skie The Country giues me proofe and president Of Bedlam beggers who with roaring voices Strike in their num'd and mortified Armes Pins Wodden-prickes Nayles Sprigs of Rosemarie And with this horrible obiect from low Farmes Poore pelting Villages Sheeps-Coates and Milles Sometimes with Lunaticke bans sometime with Praiers Inforce their charitie poore Turlygod poore Tom That 's something yet Edgar I nothing am Exit Enter Lear Foole and Gentleman Lea. 'T is strange that they should so depart from home And not send backe my Messengers Gent. As I learn'd The night before there was no purpose in them Of this remoue Kent Haile to thee Noble Master Lear. Ha Mak'st thou this shame ahy pastime Kent No my Lord. Foole. Hah ha he weares Cruell Garters Horses are tide by the heads Dogges and Beares by ' th' necke Monkies by ' th' loynes and Men by ' th' legs when a man ouerlustie at legs then he weares wodden nether-stocks Lear. What 's he That hath so much thy place mistooke To set thee heere Kent It is both he and she Your Son and Daughter Lear. No. Kent Yes Lear. No I say Kent I say yea Lear. By Iupiter I sweare no. Kent By Iuno I sweare I. Lear. They durst not do 't They could not would not do 't 't is worse then murther To do vpon respect such violent outrage Resolue me with all modest haste which way Thou might'st deserue or they impose this vsage Comming from vs. Kent My Lord when at their home I did commend your Highnesse Letters to them Ere I was risen from the place that shewed My dutie kneeling came there a reeking Poste Stew'd in his haste halfe breathlesse painting forth From Gonerill his Mistris salutations Deliuer'd Letters spight of intermission Which presently they read on those contents They summon'd vp their meiney straight tooke Horse Commanded me to follow and attend The leisure of their answer gaue me cold lookes And meeting heere the other Messenger Whose welcome I perceiu'd had poison'd mine Being the very fellow which of late Displaid so sawcily against your Highnesse Hauing more man then wit about me drew He rais'd the house with loud and coward cries Your Sonne and Daughter found this trespasse worth The shame which heere it suffers Foole. Winters not gon yet if the wil'd Geese fly that way Fathers that weare rags do make their Children blind But Fathers that beare bags shall see their children kind Fortune that arrant whore nere turns the key to th' poore But for all this thou shalt haue as many Dolors for thy Daughters as thou canst tell in a yeare Lear. Oh how this Mother swels vp toward my heart Historica passio downe thou climing sorrow Thy Elements below where is this Daughter Kent Wirh the Earle Sir here within Lear. Follow me not stay here Exit Gen. Made you no more offence But what you speake of Kent None How chance the the King comes with so small a number Foole. And thou hadst beene set i' th' Stockes for that question thou d'st well deseru'd it Kent Why Foole Foole. Wee 'l set thee to schoole to an Ant to teach thee ther 's no labouring i' th' winter All that follow their noses are led by their eyes but blinde men and there 's not a nose among twenty but can smell him that 's stinking let go thy hold when a great wheele runs downe a hill least it breake thy necke with following But the great one that goes vpward let him draw thee after when a wiseman giues thee better counsell giue me mine againe I would hause none but knaues follow it since a Foole giues it That Sir which serues and seekes for gaine And followes but for forme Will packe when it begins to raine And leaue thee in the storme But I will tarry the Foole will stay And let the wiseman flie The knaue turnes Foole that runnes away The Foole no knaue perdie Enter Lear and Gloster Kent Where learn'd you this Foole Foole. Not i' th' Stocks Foole. Lear. Deny to speake with me They are sicke they are weary They haue trauail'd all the night meere fetches The images of reuolt and flying off Fetch me a better answer Glo. My deere Lord You know the fiery quality of the Duke How vnremoueable and fixt he is In his owne course Lear. Vengeance Plague Death Confusion Fiery What quality Why Gloster Gloster I 'ld speake with the Duke of Cornewall and his wife Glo. Well my good Lord I haue inform'd them so Lear. Inform'd them Do'st thou vnderstand me man Glo. I my good Lord. Lear. The King would speake with Cornwall The deere Father Would with his Daughter speake commands tends seruice Are they inform'd of this My breath and blood Fiery The fiery Duke tell the hot Duke that No but not yet may be he is not well Infirmity doth still neglect all office Whereto our health is bound we are not our selues When Nature being opprest commands the mind To suffer with the body I le forbeare And am fallen out with my more headier will To take the indispos'd and sickly fit For the sound man Death on my state wherefore Should he sit heere This act perswades me That this emotion of the Duke and her Is practise only Giue me my Seruant forth Goe tell the Duke and 's wife I l'd speake with them Now presently bid them come forth and heare me Or at their Chamber doore I le beate the Drum Till it crie sleepe to death Glo. I would haue all well betwixt you Exit Lear. Oh me my heart My rising heart But downe Foole. Cry to it Nunckle as the Cockney did to the Ecles when she put 'em i' th' Paste aliue she knapt 'em o' th' coxcombs with a sticke and cryed downe wantons downe 't was her Brother that in pure kindnesse to his Horse buttered his Hay Enter Cornewall Regan Gloster Seruants Lear. Good morrow to you both Corn. Haile to your Grace Kent here set at liberty Reg I am glad to see your Highnesse Lear. Regan I thinke your are I know what
euery day Le. True Boy Come bring vs to this Houell Exit Foole. This is a braue night to coole a Curtizan I le speake a Prophesie ere I go When Priests are more in word then matter When Brewers marre their Malt with water When Nobles are their Taylors Tutors No Heretiques burn'd but wenches Sutors When euery Case in Law is right No Squire in debt nor no poore Knight When Slanders do not liue in Tongues Nor Cut-purses come not to throngs When Vsurers tell their Gold i' th' Field And Baudes and whores do Churches build Then shal the Realme of Albion come to great confusion Then comes the time who liues to see 't That going shal be vs'd with feet This prophecie Merlin shall make for I liue before his time Exit Scaena Tertia Enter Gloster and Edmund Glo. Alacke alacke Edmund I like not this vnnaturall dealing when I desired their leaue that I might pity him they tooke from me the vse of mine owne house charg'd me on paine of perpetuall displeasure neither to speaâ—e of him entreat for him or any way sustaine him Bast Most sauage and vnnaturall Glo. Go too say you nothing There is diuision betweene the Dukes and a worsse matter then that I haue receiued a Letter this night 't is dangerous to be spoken I haue lock'd the Letter in my Closset these iniuries the King now beares will be reuenged home ther is part of a Power already footed we must incline to the King I will looke him and priuily relieue him goe you and maintaine talke with the Duke that my charity be not of him perceiued If he aske for me I am ill and gone to bed if I die for it as no lesse is threatned me the King my old Master must be relieued There is strange things toward Edmund pray you be carefull Exit Bast This Curtesie forbid thee shall the Duke Instantly know and of that Letter too This seemes a faire deseruing and must draw me That which my Father looses no lesse then all The yonger rises when the old doth fall Exit Scena Quarta Enter Lear Kent and Foole. Kent Here is the place my Lord good my Lord enter The tirrany of the open night 's too rough For Nature to endure Storme still Lear. Let me alone Kent Good my Lord enter heere Lear. Wilt breake my heart Kent I had rather breake mine owne Good my Lord enter Lear. Thou think'st 't is much that this contentious storme Inuades vs to the skinso 't is to thee But where the greater malady is fixt The lesser is scarce felt thou 'dst shun a Beare But if they flight lay toward the roaring Sea thou 'dst meete the Beare i' th' mouth when the mind 's free The bodies delicate the tempest in my mind Doth from my sences take all feeling else Saue what beates there Filliall ingratitude Is it not as this mouth should teare this hand For lifting food too 't But I will punish home No I will weepe no more in such a night To shut me out Poure on I will endure In such a night as this O Regan Gonerill Your old kind Father whose franke heart gaue all O that way madnesse lies let me shun that No more of that Kent Good my Lord enter here Lear. Prythee go in thy selfe seeke thine owne ease This tempest will not giue me leaue to ponder On things would hurt me more but I le goe in In Boy go first You houselesse pouertie Exit Nay get thee in I le pray and then I le sleepe Poore naked wretches where so ere you are That bide the pelting of this pittilesse storme How shall your House-lesse heads and vnfed sides Your lop'd and window'd raggednesse defend you From seasons such as these O I haue tane Too little care of this Take Physicke Pompe Expose thy selfe to feele what wretches feele That thou maist shake the superflux to them And shew the Heauens more iust Enter Edgar and Foole. Edg. Fathom and halfe Fathom and halfe poore Tom. Foole. Come not in heere Nuncle here 's a spirit helpe me helpe me Kent Giue me thy hand who 's there Foole. A spirite a spirite he sayes his name 's poore Tom. Kent What art thou that dost grumble there i' th' straw Come forth Edg. Away the foule Fiend followes me through the sharpe Hauthorne blow the windes Humh goe to thy bed and warme thee Lear. Did'st thou giue all to thy Daughters And art thou come to this Edgar Who giues any thing to poore Tom Whom the foule fiend hath led though Fire and through Flame through Sword and Whirle-Poole o're Bog and Quagmire that hath laid Kniues vnder his Pillow and Halters in his Pue set Rats-bane by his Porredge made him Proud of heart to ride on a Bay trotting Horse ouer foure incht Bridges to course his owne shadow for a Traitor Blisse thy fiue Wits Toms a cold O do de do de do de blisse thee from Whirle-Windes Starre-blasting and taking do poore Tom some charitie whom the foule Fiend vexes There could I haue him now and there and there againe and there Storme still Lear. Ha's his Daughters brought him to this passe Could'st thou saue nothing Would'st thou giue 'em all Foole. Nay he reseru'd a Blanket else we had bin all sham'd Lea. Now all the plagues that in the pendulous ayre Hang fated o're mens faults light on thy Daughters Kent He hath no Daughters Sir Lear. Death Traitor nothing could haue subdu'd Nature To such a lownesse but his vnkind Daughters Is it the fashion that discarded Fathers Should haue thus little mercy on their flesh Iudicious punishment 't was this flesh begot Those Pelicane Daughters Edg. Pillicock sat on Pillicock hill alow alow loo loo Foole. This cold night will turne vs all to Fooles and Madmen Edgar Take heed o' th' foole Fiend obey thy Parents keepe thy words Iustice sweare not commit not with mans sworne Spouse set not thy Sweet-heart on proud array Tomâ—s a cold Lear. What hast thou bin Edg. A Seruingman Proud in heart and minde that curl'd my haire wore Gloues in my cap seru'd the Lust of my Mistris heart and did the acte of darkenesse with her Swore as many Oathes as I spake words broke them in the sweet face of Heauen One that slept in the contriuing of Lust and wak'd to doe it Wine lou'd I deerely Dice deerely and in Woman out-Paramour'd the Turke False of heart light of eare bloody of hand Hog in sloth Foxe in stealth Wolfe in greedinesse Dog in madnes Lyon in prey Let not the creaking of shooes Nor the rustling of Silkes betray thy poore heart to woman Keepe thy foote out of Brothels thy hand out of Plackets thy pen from Lenders Bookes and defye the foule Fiend Still through the Hauthorne blowes the cold winde Sayes suum mun nonny Dolphin my Boy Boy Sesey let him trot by Storme still Lear. Thou wert better in a Graue then to answere with thy vncouer'd body this extremitie
Where is the King my Master Kent Here Sir but trouble him not his wits are gon Glou. Good friend I prythee take him in thy armes I haue ore-heard a plot of death vpon him There is a Litter ready lay him in 't And driue toward Douer friend where thou shalt meete Both welcome and protection Take vp thy Master If thou should'st dally halfe an houre his life With thine and all that offer to defend him Stand in assured losse Take vp take vp And follow me that will to some prouision Giue thee quicke conduct Come come away Exeunt Scena Septima Enter Cornwall Regan Gonerill Bastard and Seruants Corn. Poste speedily to my Lord your husband shew him this Letter the Army of France is landed seeke out the Traitor Glouster Reg. Hang him instantly Gon. Plucke out his eyes Corn. Leaue him to my displeasure Edmond keepe you our Sister company the reuenges wee are bound to take vppon your Traitorous Father are not fit for your beholding Aduice the Duke where you are going to a most festiuate preparation we are bound to the like Our Postes shall be swift and intelligent betwixt vs. Farewell deere Sister farewell my Lord of Glouster Enter Steward How now Where 's the King Stew. My Lord of Glouster hath conuey'd him hence Some fiue or six and thirty of his Knights Hot Questrists after him met him at gate Who with some other of the Lords dependants Are gone with him toward Douer where they boast To haue well armed Friends Corn. Get horses for your Mistris Gon. Farewell sweet Lord and Sister Exit Corn. Edmund farewell go seek the Traitor Gloster Pinnion him like a Theefe bring him before vs Though well we may not passe vpon his life Without the forme of Iustice yet our power Shall do a curt'sie to our wrath which men May blame but not comptroll Enter Gloucester and Seruants Who 's there the Traitor Reg. Ingratefull Fox 't is he Corn. Binde fast his corky armes Glou. What meanes your Graces Good my Friends consider you are my Ghests Do me no foule play Friends Corn. Binde him I say Reg. Hard hard O filthy Traitor Glou. Vnmercifull Lady as you are I 'me none Corn. To this Chaire binde him Villaine thou shalt finde Glou. By the kinde Gods 't is most ignobly done To plucke me by the Beard Reg. So white and such a Traitor Glou. Naughty Ladie These haires which thou dost rauish from my chin Will quicken and accuse thee I am your Host With Robbers hands my hospitable fauours You should not ruffle thus What will you do Corn. Come Sir What Letters had you late from France Reg. Be simple answer'd for we know the truth Corn. And what confederacie haue you with the Traitors late footed in the Kingdome Reg. To whose hands You haue sent the Lunaticke King Speake Glou. I haue a Letter guessingly set downe Which came from one that 's of a newtrall heart And not from one oppos'd Corn. Cunning. Reg. And false Corn. Where hast thou sent the King Glou. To Douer Reg. Wherefore to Douer Was 't thou not charg'd at perill Corn. Wherefore to Douer Let him answer that Glou. I am tyed to ' th' Stake And I must stand the Course Reg. Wherefore to Douer Glou. Because I would not see thy cruell Nailes Plucke out his poore old eyes nor thy fierce Sister In his Annointed flesh sticke boarish phangs The Sea with such a storme as his bare head In Hell-blacke-night indur'd would haue buoy'd vp And quench'd the Stelled fires Yet poore old heart he holpe the Heauens to raine If Wolues had at thy Gate howl'd that sterne time Thou should'st haue said good Porter turne the Key All Cruels else subscribe but I shall see The winged Vengeance ouertake such Children Corn. See 't shalt thou neuer Fellowes hold y e Chaire Vpon these eyes of thine I le set my foote Glou. He that will thinke to liue till he be old Giue me some helpe O cruell O you Gods Reg. One side will mocke another Th' other too Corn. If you see vengeance Seru. Hold your hand my Lord I haue seru'd you euer since I was a Childe But better seruice haue I neuer done you Then now to bid you hold Reg. How now you dogge Ser. If you did weare a beard vpon your chin I 'ld shake it on this quarrell What do you meane Corn. My Villaine Seru. Nay then come on and take the chance of anger Reg. Giue me thy Sword A pezant stand vp thus Killes him Ser. Oh I am slaine my Lord you haue one eye left To see some mischefe on him Oh. Corn. Lest it see more preuent it Out vilde gelly Where is thy luster now Glou. All darke and comfortlesse Where 's my Sonne Edmund Edmund enkindle all the sparkes of Nature To quit this horrid acte Reg. Out treacherous Villaine Thou call'st on him that hates thee It was be That made the ouerture of thy Treasons to vs Who is too good to pitty thee Glou. O my Follies then Edgar was abus'd Kinde Gods forgiue me that and prosper him Reg. Go thrust him out at gates and let him smell His way to Douer Exit with Glouster How is' t my Lord How looke you Corn. I haue receiu'd a hurt Follow me Lady Turne out that eyelesse Villaine throw this Slaue Vpon the Dunghill Regan I bleed apace Vntimely comes this hurt Giue me your arme Exeunt Actus Quartus Scena Prima Enter Edgar Edg. Yet better thus and knowne to be contemn'd Then still contemn'd and flatter'd to be worst The lowest and most deiected thing of Fortune Stands still in esperance liues not in feare The lamentable change is from the best The worst returnes to laughter Welcome then Thou vnsubstantiall ayre that I embrace The Wretch that thou hast blowne vnto the worst Owes nothing to thy blasts Enter Glouster and an Oldman But who comes heere My Father poorely led World World O world But that thy strange mutations make vs hate thee Life would not yeelde to age Oldm. O my good Lord I haue bene your Tenant And your Fathers Tenant these fourescore yeares Glou. Away get thee away good Friend be gone Thy comforts can do me no good at all Thee they may hurt Oldm. You cannot see your way Glou. I haue no way and therefore want no eyes I stumbled when I saw Full oft 't is seene Our meanes secure vs and our meere defects Proue our Commodities Oh deere Sonne Edgar The food of thy abused Fathers wrath Might I but liue to see thee in my touch I 'ld say I had eyes againe Oldm. How now who 's there Edg. O Gods Who is' t can say I am at the worst I am worse then ere I was Old 'T is poore mad Tom. Edg. And worse I may be yet the worst is not So long as we can say this is the worst Oldm. Fellow where goest Glou. Is it a Beggar-man Oldm. Madman and beggar too Glou. He has some reason else he
want not time and place will be fruitfully offer'd There is nothing done If hee returne the Conqueror then am I the Prisoner and his bed my Gaole from the loathed warmth whereof deliuer me and supply the place for your Labour Your Wife so I would say affectionate Seruant Gonerill Oh indinguish'd space of Womans will A plot vpon her vertuous Husbands life And the exchange my Brother heere in rhe sands Thee I le rake vp the poste vnsanctified Of murtherous Letchers and in the mature time With this vngracious paper strike the sight Of the death-practis'd Duke for him 't is well That of thy death and businesse I can tell Glou. The King is mad How stiffe is my vilde sense That I stand vp and haue ingenious feeling Of my huge Sorrowes Better I were distract So should my thoughts be seuer'd from my greefes Drum afarre off And woes by wrong imaginations loose The knowledge of themselues Edg. Giue me your hand Farre off methinkes I heare the beaten Drumme Come Father I le bestow you with a Friend Exeunt Scaena Septima Enter Cordelia Kent and Gentleman Cor. O thou good Kent How shall I liue and worke To match thy goodnesse My life will be too short And euery measure faile me Kent To be acknowledg'd Madam is ore-pai'd All my reports go with the modest truth Nor more nor clipt but so Cor. Be better suited These weedes are memories of those worser houres I prythee put them off Kent Pardon deere Madam Yet to be knowne shortens my made intent My boone I make it that you know me not Till time and I thinke meet Cor. Then be 't so my good Lord How do's the King Gent. Madam sleepes still Cor. O you kind Gods Cure this great breach in his abused Nature Th' vntun'd and iarring senses O winde vp Of this childe-changed Father Gent. So please your Maiesty That we may wake the King he hath slept long Cor. Be gouern'd by your knowledge and proceede I' th' sway of your owne will is he array'd Enter Lear in a chaire carried by Seruants Gent. I Madam in the heauinesse of sleepe We put fresh garments on him Be by good Madam when we do awake him I doubt of his Temperance Cor. O my deere Father restauratian hang Thy medicine on my lippes and let this kisse Repaire those violent harmes that my two Sisters Haue in thy Reuerence made Kent Kind and deere Princesse Cor. Had you not bin their Father these white flâ—kes Did challenge pitty of them Was this a face To be oppos'd against the iarring windes Mine Enemies dogge though he had bit me Should haue stood that night against my fire And was 't thou faine poore Father To houell thee with Swine and Rogues forlorne In short and musty straw Alacke alacke 'T is wonder that thy life and wits at once Had not concluded all He wakes speake to him Gen. Madam do you 't is fittest Cor. How does my Royall Lord How fares your Maiesty Lear. You do me wrong to take me out o' th' graue Thou art a Soule in blisse but I am bound Vpon a wheele of fire that mine owne teares Do scal'd like molten Lead Cor. Sir do you know me Lear. You are a spirit I know where did you dye Cor. Still still farre wide Gen. He 's scarse awake Let him alone a while Lear Where haue I bin Where am I Faire day light I am mightily abus'd I should eu'n dye with pitty To see another thus I know not what to say I will not sweare these are my hands let 's see I feele this pin pricke would I were assur'd Of my condition Cor. O looke vpon me Sir And hold your hand in benediction o're me You must not kneele Lear. Pray do not mocke me I am a very foolish fond old man Fourescore and vpward Not an houre more nor lesse And to deale plainely I feare I am not in my perfect mind Me thinkes I should know you and know this man Yet I am doubtfull For I am mainely ignorant What place this is and all the skill I haue Remembers not these garments nor I know not Where I did lodge last night Do not laugh at me For as I am a man I thinke this Lady To be my childe Cordelia Cor. And so I am I am Lear. Be your teares wet Yes faith I pray weepe not If you haue poyson for me I will drinke it I know you do not loue me for your Sisters Haue as I do remember done me wrong You haue some cause they haue not Cor. No cause no cause Lear. Am I in France Kent In your owne kingdome Sir Lear. Do not abuse me Gent. Be comforted good Madam the great rage You see is kill'd in him desire him to go in Trouble him no more till further setling Cor. Wilt please your Highnesse walke Lear. You must beare with me Pray you now forget and forgiue I am old and foolish Exeunt Actus Quintus Scena Prima Enter with Drumme and Colours Edmund Regan Gentlemen and Souldiers Bast Know of the Duke if his last purpose hold Or whether since he is aduis'd by ought To change the course he 's full of alteration And selfe reprouing bring his constant pleasure Reg. Our Sisters man is certainely miscarried Bast 'T is to be doubted Madam Reg. Now sweet Lord You know the goodnesse I intend vpon you Tell me but truly but then speake the truth Do you not loue my Sister Bast In honour'd Loue. Reg. But haue you neuer found my Brothers way To the fore-fended place Bast No by mine honour Madam Reg. I neuer shall endure her deere my Lord Be not familiar with her Bast Feare not she and the Duke her husband Enter with Drum and Colours Albany Gonerill Soldiers Alb. Our very louing Sister well be-met Sir this I heard the King is come to his Daughter With others whom the rigour of our State Forc'd to cry out Regan Why is this reasond Gone Combine together ' gainst the Enemie For these domesticke and particurlar broiles Are not the question heere Alb. Let 's then determine with th' ancient of warre On our proceeding Reg. Sister you 'le go with vs Gon. No. Reg. 'T is most conuenient pray go with vs. Gon. Oh ho I know the Riddle I will goe Exeunt both the Armies Enter Edgar Edg. If ere your Grace had speech with man so poore Heare me one word Alb. I le ouertake you speake Edg. Before you fight the Battaile ope this Letter If you haue victory let the Trumpet sound For him that brought it wretched though I seeme I can produce a Champion that will proue What is auouched there If you miscarry Your businesse of the world hath so an end And machination ceases Fortune loues you Alb. Stay till I haue read the Letter Edg. I was forbid it When time shall serue let but the Herald cry And I le appeare againe Exit Alb. Why farethee well I will o're-looke thy paper Enter Edmund Bast The
Lord of Call the Lady Constance Some speedy Messenger bid her repaire To our solemnity I trust we shall If not fill vp the measure of her will Yet in some measure satisfie her so That we shall stop her exclamation Go we as well as hast will suffer vs To this vnlook'd for vnprepared pompe Exeunt Bast Mad world mad kings mad composition Iohn to stop Arthurs Title in the whole Hath willingly departed with a part And France whose armour Conscience buckled on Whom zeale and charitie brought to the field As Gods owne souldier rounded in the eare With that same purpose-changer that slye diuel That Broker that still breakes the pate of faith That dayly breake-vow he that winnes of all Of kings of beggers old men yong men maids Who hauing no externall thing to loose But the word Maid cheats the poore Maide of that That smooth-fac'd Gentleman tickling commoditie Commoditie the byas of the world The world who of it selfe is peysed well Made to run euen vpon euen ground Till this aduantage this vile drawing byas This sway of motion this commoditie Makes it take head from all indifferency From all direction purpose course intent And this same byas this Commoditie This Bawd this Broker this all-changing-word Clap'd on the outward eye of fickle France Hath drawne him from his owne determin'd ayd From a resolu'd and honourable warre To a most base and vile-concluded peace And why rayle I on this Commoditie But for because he hath not wooed me yet Not that I haue the power to clutch my hand When his faire Angels would salute my palme But for my hand as vnattempted yet Like a poore begger raileth on the rich Well whiles I am a begger I will raile And say there is no sin but to be rich And being rich my vertue then shall be To say there is no vice but beggerie Since Kings breake faith vpon commoditie Gaine be my Lord for I will worship thee Exit Actus Secundus Enter Constance Arthur and Salisbury Con. Gone to be married Gone to sweare a peace False blood to false blood ioyn'd Gone to be freinds Shall Lewis haue Blaunch and Blaunch those Prouinces It is not so thou hast mispoke misheard Be well aduis'd tell ore thy tale againe It cannot be thou do'st but say 't is so I trust I may not trust thee for thy word Is but the vaine breath of a common man Beleeue me I doe not beleeue thee man I haue a Kings oath to the contrarie Thou shalt be punish'd for thus frighting me For I am sicke and capeable of feares Opprest with wrongs and therefore full of feares A widdow husbandles subiect to feares A woman naturally borne to feares And though thou now confesse thou didst but iest With my vext spirits I cannot take a Truce But they will quake and tremble all this day What dost thou meane by shaking of thy head Why dost thou looke so sadly on my sonne What meanes that hand vpon that breast of thine Why holdes thine eie that lamentable rhewme Like a proud riuer peering ore his bounds Be these sad signes confirmers of thy words Then speake againe not all thy former tale But this one word whether thy tale be true Sal. As true as I beleeue you thinke them false That giue you cause to proue my saying true Con. Oh if thou teach me to beleeue this sorrow Teach thou this sorrow how to make me dye And let beleefe and life encounter so As doth the furie of two desperate men Which in the very meeting fall and dye Lewes marry Blaunch O boy then where art thou France friend with England what becomes of me Fellow be gone I cannot brooke thy sight This newes hath made thee a most vgly man Sal. What other harme haue I good Lady done But spoke the harme that is by others done Con. Which harme within it selfe so heynous is As it makes harmefull all that speake of it Ar. I do beseech you Madam be content Con. If thou that bidst me be content wert grim Vgly and slandrous to thy Mothers wombe Full of vnpleasing blots and sightlesse staines Lame foolish crooked swart prodigious Patch'd with foule Moles and eye-offending markes I would not care I then would be content For then I should not loue thee no nor thou Become thy great birth nor deserue a Crowne But thou art faire and at thy birth deere boy Nature and Fortune ioyn'd to make thee great Of Natures guifts thou mayst with Lillies boast And with the halfe-blowne Rose But Fortune oh She is corrupted chang'd and wonne from thee Sh' adulterates hourely with thine Vnckle Iohn And with her golden hand hath pluckt on France To tread downe faire respect of Soueraigntie And made his Maiestie the bawd to theirs France is a Bawd to Fortune and king Iohn That strumpet Fortune that vsurping Iohn Tell me thou fellow is not France forsworne Euvenom him with words or get thee gone And leaue those woes alone which I alone Am bound to vnder-beare Sal. Pardon me Madam I may not goe without you to the kings Con. Thou maist thou shalt I will not go with thee I will instruct my sorrowes to bee proud For greefe is proud and makes his owner stoope To me and to the state of my great greefe Let kings assemble for my greefe's so great That no supporter but the huge firme earth Can hold it vp here I and sorrowes sit Heere is my Throne bid kings come bow to it Actus Tertius Scaena prima Enter King Iohn France Dolphin Blanch Elianor Philip Austria Constance Fran. 'T is true faire daughter and this blessed day Euer in France shall be kept festiuall To solemnize this day the glorious sunne Stayes in his course and playes the Alchymist Turning with splendor of his precious eye The meager cloddy earth to glittering gold The yearely coursâ— that brings this day about Shall neuer see it but a holy day Const A wicked day and not a holy day What hath this day deseru'd what hath it done That it in golden letters should be set Among the high tides in the Kalender Nay rather turne this day out of the weeke This day of shame oppression periury Or if it must stand still let wiues with childe Pray that their burthens may not fall this day Lest that their hopes prodigiously be crost But on this day let Sea-men feare no wracke No bargaines breake that are not this day made This day all things begun come to ill end Yea faith it selfe to hollow falshood change Fra. By heauen Lady you shall haue no cause To curse the faire proceedings of this day Haue I not pawn'd to you my Maiesty Const You haue beguil'd me with a counterfeit Resembling Maiesty which being touch'd and tride Proues valuelesse you are forsworne forsworne You came in Armes to spill mine enemies bloud But now in Armes you strengthen it with yours The grapling vigor and rough frowne of Warre Is cold in amitie and painted peace And
Enter Falstaffe and Bardolph Falst Bardolph get thee before to Couentry fill me a Bottle of Sack our Souldiers shall march through wee 'le to Sutton-cop-hill to Night Bard. Will you giue me Money Captaine Falst. Lay out lay out Bard. This Bottle makes an Angell Falst And if it doe take it for thy labour and if it make twentie take them all He answere the Coynage Bid my Lieutenant Peto meete me at the Townes end Bard. I will Captaine farewell Exit Falst If I be not asham'd of my Souldiers I am a sowc't-Gurnet I haue mis-vs'd the Kings Presse damnably I haue got in exchange of a hundred and fiftie Souldiers three hundred and odde Pounds I presse me none but good House-holders Yeomens Sonnes enquire me out contracted Batchelers such as had beene ask'd twice on the Banes such a Commoditie of warme slaues as had as lieue heare the Deuill as a Drumme such as feare the report of a Caliuer worse then a struck-Foole or a hurt wilde-Ducke I prest me none but such Tostes and Butter with Hearts in their Bellyes no bigger then Pinnes heads and they haue bought out their seruices And now my whole Charge consists of Ancients Corporals Lieutenants Gentlemen of Companies Slaues as ragged as Lazarus in the painted Cloth where the Gluttons Dogges licked his Sores and such as indeed were neuer Souldiers but dis-carded vniust Seruingmen younger Sonnes to younger Brothers reuolted Tapsters and Ostlers Trade-falne the Cankers of a calme World and long Peace tenne times more dis-honorable ragged then an old-fac'd Ancient and such haue I to fill vp the roomes of them that haue bought out their seruices that you would thinke that I had a hundred and fiftie totter'd Prodigalls lately come from Swine-keeping from eating Draffe and Huskes A mad fellow met me on the way and told me I had vnloaded all the Gibbets and prest the dead bodyes No eye hath seene such skar-Crowes I le not march through Couentry with them that 's flat Nay and the Villaines march wide betwixt the Legges as if they had Gyues on for indeede I had the most of them out of Prison There 's not a Shirt and a halfe in all my Company and the halfe Shirt is two Napkins tackt together and throwne ouer the shoulders like a Heralds Coat without sleeues and the Shirt to say the truth stolne from my Host of S. Albones or the Red-Nose Inne-keeper of Dauintry But that 's all one they 'le finde Linnen enough on euery Hedge Enter the Prince and the Lord of Westmerland Prince How now blowne Iack how now Quilt Falst What Hal How now mad Wag what a Deuill do'st thou in Warwickshire My good Lord of Westmerland I cry you mercy I thought your Honour had already beene at Shrewsbury West 'Faith Sir Iohn 't is more then time that I were there and you too but my Powers are there alreadie The King I can tell you lookes for vs all we must away all to Night Falst Tut neuer feare me I am as vigilant as a Cat to steale Creame Prince I thinke to steale Creame indeed for thy theft hath alreadie made thee Butter but tell me Iack whose fellowes are these that come after Falst Mine Hal mine Prince I did neuer see such pittifull Rascals Falst Tut tut good enough to tosse foode for Powder foode for Powder they 'le fill a Pit as well as better tush man mortall men mortall men Westm I but Sir Iohn me thinkes they are exceeding poore and bare too beggarly Falst Faith for their pouertie I know not where they had that and for their barenesse I am sure they neuer learn'd that of me Prince No I le be sworne vnlesse you call three fingers on the Ribbes bare But sirra make haste Percy is already in the field Falst What is the King encamp'd Westm Hee is Sir Iohn I feare wee shall stay too long Falst Well to the latter end of a Fray and the beginning of a Feast fits a dull fighter and a keene Guest Exeunt Scoena Tertia Enter Hotspur Worcester Dowglas and Vernon Hotsp Wee 'le fight with him to Night Worc. It may not be Dowg You giue him then aduantage Vern. Not a whit Hotsp Why say you so lookes he not for supply Vern. So doe wee Hotsp His is certaine ours is doubtfull Worc. Good Cousin be aduis'd stirre not to night Vern. Doe not my Lord. Dowg You doe not counsaile well You speake it out of feare and cold heart Vern. Doe me no slander Dowglas by my Life And I dare well maintaine it with my Life If well-respected Honor bid me on I hold as little counsaile with weake feare As you my Lord or any Scot that this day liues Let it be seene to morrow in the Battell Which of vs feares Dowg Yea or to night Vern. Content Hotsp To night say I. Vern. Come come it may not be I wonder much being mē of such great leading as you are That you fore-see not what impediments Drag backe our expedition certaine Horse Of my Cousin Vernons are not yet come vp Your Vnckle Worcesters Horse came but to day And now their pride and mettall is asleepe Their courage with hard labour tame and dull That not a Horse is halfe the halfe of himselfe Hotsp So are the Horses of the Enemie In generall iourney bated and brought low The better part of ours are full of rest Worc. The number of the King exceedeth ours For Gods sake Cousin stay till all come in The Trumpet sounds a Parley Enter Sir Walter Blunt Blunt I come with gracious offers from the King If you vouchsafe me hearing and respect Hotsp Welcome Sir Walter Blunt And would to God you were of our determination Some of vs loue you well and euen those some Enuie your great deseruings and good name Because you are not of our qualitie But stand against vs like an Enemie Blunt And Heauen defend but still I should stand so So long as out of Limit and true Rule You stand against anoynted Maiestie But to my Charge The King hath sent to know The nature of your Griefes and whereupon You coniure from the Brest of Ciuill Peace Such bold Hostilitie teaching his dutious Land Audacious Crueltie If that the King Haue any way your good Deserts forgot Which he confesseth to be manifold He bids you name your Griefes and with all speed You shall haue your desires with interest And Pardon absolute for your selfe and these Herein mis-led by your suggestion Hotsp The King is kinde And well wee know the King Knowes at what time to promise when to pay My Father my Vnckle and my selfe Did giue him that same Royaltie he weares And when he was not sixe and twentie strong Sicke in the Worlds regard wretched and low A poore vnminded Out-law sneaking home My Father gaue him welcome to the shore And when he heard him sweare and vow to God He came but to be Duke of Lancaster To sue his Liuerie and begge his Peace With
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
reproach And in defence of my Lords worthinesse I craue the benefit of Law of Armes Ver And that is my petition Noble Lord For though he seeme with forged queint conceite To set a glosse vpon his bold intent Yet know my Lord I was prouok'd by him And he first tooke exceptions at this badge Pronouncing that the palenesse of this Flower Bewray'd the faintnesse of my Masters heart Yorke Will not this malice Somerset be left Som. Your priuate grudge my Lord of York wil out Though ne're so cunningly you smother it King Good Lord what madnesse rules in braine-sicke men When for so slight and friuolous a cause Such factious aemulations shall arise Good Cosins both of Yorke and Somerset Quiet your selues I pray and be at peace Yorke Let this dissention first be tried by fight And then your Highnesse shall command a Peace Som. The quarrell toucheth none but vs alone Betwixt our selues let vs decide it then Yorke There is my pledge accept it Somerset Ver. Nay let it rest where it began at first Bass Confirme it so mine honourable Lord. Glo. Confirme it so Confounded be your strife And perish ye with your audacious prate Presumptuous vassals are you not asham'd With this immodest clamorous outrage To trouble and disturbe the King and Vs And you my Lords me thinkes you do not well To beare with their peruerse Obiections Much lesse to take occasion from their mouthes To raise a mutiny betwixt your selues Let me perswade you take a better course Exet. It greeues his Highnesse Good my Lords be Friends King Come hither you that would be Combatants Henceforth I charge you as you loue our fauour Quite to forget this Quarrell and the cause And you my Lords Remember where we are In France amongst a fickle wauering Nation If they perceyue dissention in our lookes And that within our selues we disagree How will their grudging stomackes be prouok'd To wilfull Disobedience and Rebell Beside What infamy will there arise When Forraigne Princes shall be certified That for a toy a thing of no regard King Henries Peeres and cheefe Nobility Destroy'd themselues and lost the Realme of France Oh thinke vpon the Conquest of my Father My tender yeares and let vs not forgoe That for a trifle that was bought with blood Let me be Vmper in this doubtfull strife I see no reason if I weare this Rose That any one should therefore be suspitious I more incline to Somerset than Yorke Both are my kinsmen and I loue them both As well they may vpbray'd me with my Crowne Because forsooth the King of Scots is Crown'd But your discretions better can perswade Then I am able to instruct or teach And therefore as we hither came in peace So let vs still continue peace and loue Cosin of Yorke we institute your Grace To be our Regent in these parts of France And good my Lord of Somerset vnite Your Troopes of horsemen with his Bands of foote And like true Subiects sonnes of your Progenitors Go cheerefully together and digest Your angry Choller on your Enemies Our Selfe my Lord Protector and the rest After some respit will returne to Calice From thence to England where I hope ere long To be presented by your Victories With Charles Alanson and that Traiterous rout Exeunt Manet Yorke Warwick Exeter Vernon War My Lord of Yorke I promise you the King Prettily me thought did play the Orator Yorke And so he did but yet I like it not In that he weares the badge of Somerset War Tush that was but his fancie blame him not I dare presume sweet Prince he thought no harme York And if I wish he did But let it rest Other affayres must now be managed Exeunt Flourish Manet Exeter Exet. Well didst thou Richard to suppresse thy voice For had the passions of thy heart burst out I feare we should haue seene decipher'd there More rancorous spight more furious raging broyles Then yet can be imagin'd or suppos'd But howsoere no simple man that sees This iarring discord of Nobilitie This shouldering of each other in the Court This factious bandying of their Fauourites But that it doth presage some ill euent 'T is much when Scepters are in Childrens hands But more when Enuy breeds vnkinde deuision There comes the ruine there begins confusion Exit Enter Talbot with Trumpe and Drumme before Burdeaux Talb. Go to the Gates of Burdeaux Trumpeter Summon their Generall vnto the Wall Sounds Enter Generall aloft English Iohn Talbot Captaines call you forth Seruant in Armes to Harry King of England And thus he would Open your Citie Gates Be humble to vs call my Soueraigne yours And do him homage as obedient Subiects And I le withdraw me and my bloody power But if you frowne vpon this proffer'd Peace You tempt the fury of my three attendants Leane Famine quartering Steele and climbing Fire Who in a moment eeuen with the earth Shall lay your stately and ayre-brauing Towers If you forsake the offer of their loue Cap. Thou ominous and fearefull Owle of death Our Nations terror and their bloody scourge The period of thy Tyranny approacheth On vs thou canst not enter but by death For I protest we are well fortified And strong enough to issue out and fight If thou retire the Dolphin well appointed Stands with the snares of Warre to tangle thee On either hand thee there are squadrons pitcht To wall thee from the liberty of Flight And no way canst thou turne thee for redresse But death doth front thee with apparant spoyle And pale destruction meets thee in the face Ten thousand French haue tane the Sacrament To ryue their dangerous Artillerie Vpon no Christian soule but English Talbot Loe there thou standst a breathing valiant man Of an inuincible vnconquer'd spirit This is the latest Glorie of thy praise That I thy enemy dew thee withall For ere the Glasse that now begins to runne Finish the processe of his sandy houre These eyes that see thee now well coloured Shall see thee withered bloody pale and dead Drum a farre off Harke harke the Dolphins drumme a warning bell Sings heauy Musicke to thy timorous soule And mine shall ring thy dire departure out Exit Tal. He Fables not I heare the enemie Out some light Horsemen and peruse their Wings O negligent and heedlesse Discipline How are we park'd and bounded in a pale A little Heard of Englands timorous Deere Maz'd with a yelping kennell of French Curres If we be English Deere be then in blood Not Rascall-like to fall downe with a pinch But rather moodie mad And desperate Stagges Turne on the bloody Hounds with heads of Steele And make the Cowards stand aloofe at bay Sell euery man his life as deere as mine And they shall finde deere Deere of vs my Friends God and S. George Talbot and Englands right Prosper our Colours in this dangerous fight Enter a Messenger that meets Yorke Enter Yorke with Trumpet and many Soldiers Yorke Are not the speedy scouts
true Dutie Rich. Amen and make me die a good old man That is the butt-end of a Mothers blessing I maruell that her Grace did leaue it out Buc. You clowdy-Princes hart-sorowing-Peeres That beare this heauie mutuall loade of Moane Now cheere each other in each others Loue Though we haue spent our Haruest of this King We are to reape the Haruest of his Sonne The broken rancour of your high-swolne hates But lately splinter'd knit and ioyn'd together Must gently be preseru'd cherisht and kept Me seemeth good that with some little Traine Forthwith from Ludlow the young Prince be set Hither to London to be crown'd our King Riuers Why with some little Traine My Lord of Buckingham Buc. Marrie my Lord least by a multitude The new-heal'd wound of Malice should breake out Which would be so much the more dangerous By how much the estate is greene and yet vngouern'd Where euery Horse beares his commanding Reine And may direct his course as please himselfe As well the feare of harme as harme apparant In my opinion ought to be preuented Rich. I hope the King made peace with all of vs And the compact is firme and true in me Riu. And so in me and so I thinke in all Yet since it is but greene it should be put To no apparant likely-hood of breach Which haply by much company might be vrg'd Therefore I say with Noble Buckingham That it is meete so few should fetch the Prince Hast And so say I. Rich. Then be it so and go we to determine Who they shall be that strait shall poste to London Madam and you my Sister will you go To giue your censures in this businesse Exeunt Manet Buckingham and Richard Buc. My Lord who euer iournies to the Prince For God sake let not vs two stay at home For by the way I le sort occasion As Index to the story we late talk'd of To part the Queenes proud Kindred from the Prince Rich. My other selfe my Counsailes Consistory My Oracle My Prophet my deere Cosin I as a childe will go by thy direction Toward London then for wee 'l not stay behinde Exeunt Scena Tertia Enter one Citizen at one doore and another at the other 1 Cit. Good morrow Neighbour whether away so fast 2. Cit. I promise you I scarsely know my selfe Heare you the newes abroad 1. Yes that the King is dead 2. Ill newes byrlady seldome comes the better I feare I feare 't will proue a giddy world Enter another Citizen 3. Neighbours God speed 1. Giue you good morrow sir 3. Doth the newes hold of good king Edwards death 2. I sir it is too true God helpe the while 3. Then Masters looke to see a troublous world 1. No no by Gods good grace his Son shall reigne 3. Woe to that Land that 's gouern'd by a Childe 2. In him there is a hope of Gouernment Which in his nonage counsell vnder him And in his full and ripened yeares himselfe No doubt shall then and till then gouerne well 1. So stood the State when Henry the sixt Was crown'd in Paris but at nine months old 3. Stood the State so No no good friends God wot For then this Land was famously enrich'd With politike graue Counsell then the King Had vertuous Vnkles to protect his Grace 1. Why so hath this both by his Father and Mother 3. Better it were they all came by his Father Or by his Father there were none at all For emulation who shall now be neerest Will touch vs all too neere if God preuent not O full of danger is the Duke of Glouster And the Queenes Sons and Brothers haught and proud And were they to be rul'd and not to rule This sickly Land might solace as before 1. Come come we feare the worst all will be well 3. When Clouds are seen wisemen put on their clokes When great leaues fall then Winter is at hand When the Sun sets who doth not looke for night Vntimely stormes makes men expect a Dearth All may be well but if God sort it so 'T is more then we deserue or I expect 2. Truly the hearts of men are full of feare You cannot reason almost with a man That lookes not heauily and full of dread 3. Before the dayes of Change still is it so By a diuine instinct mens mindes mistrust Pursuing danger as by proofe we see The Water swell before a boyst'rous storme But leaue it all to God Whither away 2 Marry we were sent for to the Iustices 3 And so was I I le beare you company Exeunt Scena Quarta Enter Arch-bishop yong Yorke the Queene and the Dutchesse Arch. Last night I heard they lay at Stony Stratford And at Northampton they do rest to night To morrow or next day they will be heere Dut. I long with all my heart to see the Prince I hope he is much growne since last I saw him Qu. But I heare no they say my sonne of Yorke Ha's almost ouertane him in his growth Yorke I Mother but I would not haue it so Dut. Why my good Cosin it is good to grow Yor. Grandam one night as we did sit at Supper My Vnkle Riuers talk'd how I did grow More then my Brother I quoth my Vnkle Glouster Small Herbes haue grace great Weeds do grow apace And since me thinkes I would not grow so fast Because sweet Flowres are slow and Weeds make hast Dut. Good faith good faith the saying did not hold In him that did obiect the same to thee He was the wretched'st thing when he was yong So long a growing and so leysurely That if his rule were true he should be gracious Yor. And so no doubt he is my gracious Madam Dut. I hope he is but yet let Mothers doubt Yor. Now by my troth if I had beene remembred I could haue giuen my Vnkles Grace a flout To touch his growth neerer then he toucht mine Dut. How my yong Yorke I prythee let me heare it Yor. Marry they say my Vnkle grew so fast That he could gnaw a crust at two houres old 'T was full two yeares ere I could get a tooth Grandam this would haue beene a byting Iest Dut. I prythee pretty Yorke who told thee this Yor. Grandam his Nursse Dut. His Nurse why she was dead ere y u wast borne Yor. If 't were not she I cannot tell who told me Qu. A parlous Boy go too you are too shrew'd Dut. Good Madam be not angry with the Childe Qu. Pitchers haue eares Enter a Messenger Arch. Heere comes a Messenger What Newes Mes Such newes my Lord as greeues me to report Qu. How doth the Prince Mes Well Madam and in health Dut. What is thy Newes Mess Lord Riuers and Lord Grey Are sent to Pomfret and with them Sir Thomas Vaughan Prisoners Dut. Who hath committed them Mes The mighty Dukes Glouster and Buckingham Arch. For what offence Mes The summe of all I can I haue disclos'd Why or for
haue done my poore house grace For which I pay 'em a thousand thankes And pray 'em take their pleasures Choose Ladies King and An Bullen King The fairest hand I euer touch'd O Beauty Till now I neuer knew thee Musicke Dance Card. My Lord. Cham. Your Grace Card. Pray tell 'em thus much from me There should be one amongst 'em by his person More worthy this place then my selfe to whom If I but knew him with my loue and duty I would surrender it Whisper Cham. I will my Lord. Card. What say they Cham. Such a one they all confesse There is indeed which they would haue your Grace Find out and he will take it Card. Let me see then By all your good leaues Gentlemen heere I le make My royall choyce Kin. Ye haue found him Cardinall You hold a faire Assembly you doe well Lord You are a Churchman or I le tell you Cardinall I should iudge now vnhappily Card. I am glad Your Grace is growne so pleasant Kin. My Lord Chamberlaine Prethee come hither what faire Ladie 's that Cham. An 't please your Grace Sir Thomas Bullens Daughter the Viscount Rochford One of her Highnesse women Kin. By Heauen she is a dainty one Sweet heart I were vnmannerly to take you out And not to kisse you A health Gentlemen Let it goe round Card. Sir Thomas Louell is the Banket ready I' th' Priuy Chamber Lou. Yes my Lord. Card. Your Grace I feare with dancing is a little heated Kin. I feare too much Card. There 's fresher ayre my Lord In the next Chamber Kin. Lead in your Ladies eu'ry one Sweet Partner I must not yet forsake you Let 's be merry Good my Lord Cardinall I haue halfe a dozen healths To drinke to these faire Ladies and a measure To lead 'em once againe and then let 's dreame Who 's best in fauour Let the Musicke knock it Exeunt with Trumpets Actus Secundus Scena Prima Enter two Gentlemen at seuerall Doores 1. Whether away so fast 2. O God saue ye Eu'n to the Hall to heare what shall become Of the great Duke of Buckingham 1. I le saue you That labour Sir All 's now done but the Ceremony Of bringing backe the Prisoner 2. Were you there 1. Yes indeed was I. 2. Pray speake what ha's happen'd 1. You may guesse quickly what 2. Is he found guilty 1. Yes truely is he And condemn'd vpon 't 2. I am sorry for t 1. So are a number more 2. But pray how past it 1. I le tell you in a little The great Duke Came to the Bar where to his accusations He pleaded still not guilty and alleadged Many sharpe reasons to defeat the Law The Kings Atturney on the contrary Vrg'd on the Examinations proofes confessions Of diuers witnesses which the Duke desir'd To him brought vina voce to his face At which appear'd against him his Surueyor Sir Gilbert Pecke his Chancellour and Iohn Car Confessor to him with that Diuell Monke Hopkins that made this mischiefe 2. That was hee That fed him with his Prophecies 1. The same All these accus'd him strongly which â—e faine Would haue flung from him but indeed he could not And so his Peeres vpon this euidence Haue found him guilty of high Treason Much He spoke and learnedly for life But all Was either pittied in him or forgotten 2. After all this how did he beare himselfe â— When he was brought agen to th' Bar to heare His Knell rung out his Iudgement he was stir'd With such an Agony he sweat extreamly And somthing spoke in choller ill and hasty But he fell to himselfe againe and sweetly In all the rest shew'd a most Noble patience 2. I doe not thinke he feares death 1. Sure he does not He neuer was so womanish the cause He may a little grieue at 2. Certainly The Cardinall is the end of this 1. T is likely By all coniectures First Kildares Attendure Then Deputy of Ireland who remou'd Earle Surrey was sent thither and in hast too Least he should helpe his Father 2. That tricke of State Was a deepe enuious one 1. At his returne No doubt he will requite it this is noted And generally who euer the King fauours The Cardnall instantly will finde imployment And farre enough from Court too 2. All the Commons Hate him perniciously and o' my Conscience Wish him ten faddom deepe This Duke as much They loue and doate on call him bounteous Buckingham The Mirror of all courtesie Enter Buckingham from his Arraignment Tipstaues before him the Axe with the edge towards him Halberds on each side accompanied with Sir Thomas Louell Sir Nicholas Vaux Sir Walter Sands and common people c. 1. Stay there Sir And see the noble ruin'd man you speake of 2. Let 's stand close and behold him Buck All good people You that thus farre haue come to pitty me Heare what I say and then goe home and lose me I haue this day receiu'd a Traitors iudgement And by that name must dye yet Heauen beare witnes And if I haue a Conscience let it sincke me Euen as the Axe falls if I be not faithfull The Law I beare no mallice for my death T' has done vpon the premises but Iustice But those that sought it I could wish more Christians Be what they will I heartily forgiue'em Yet let 'em looke they glory not in mischiefe Nor build their euils on the graues of great men For then my guiltlesse blood must cry against ' em For further life in this world I ne're hope Nor will I sue although the King haue mercieâ— More then I dare make faults You few that lou'd me And dare be bold to weepe for Buckingham His Noble Friends and Fellowes whom to leaue Is only bitter to him only dying Goe with me like good Angels to my end And as the long diuorce of Steele fals on me Make of your Prayers one sweet Sacrifice And lift my Soule to Heauen Lead on a Gods name Louell I doe beseech your Grace for charity If euer any malice in your heart Were hid against me now to forgiue me frankly Buck. Sir Thomas Louell I as free forgiue you As I would be forgiuen I forgiue all There cannot be those numberlesse offences Gainst me that I cannot take peace with No blacke Enuy shall make my Graue Commend mee to his Grace And if he speake of Buckingham pray tell him You met him halfe in Heauen my vowes and prayers Yet are the Kings and till my Soule forsake Shall cry for blessings on him May he liue Longer then I haue time to tell his yeares Euer belou'd and louing may his Rule be And when old Time shall lead him to his end Goodnesse and he fill vp one Monument Lou. To th' water side I must conduct your Grace Then giue my Charge vp to Sir Nicholas Vaux Who vndertakes you to your end Vaux Prepare there The Duke is comming See the Barge be ready And fit it with such furniture as
spight of Nature Of Yeares of Country Credite euery thing To fall in Loue with what she fear'd to looke on It is a iudgement main'd and most imperfect That will confesse Perfection so could erre Against all rules of Nature and must be driuen To find out practises of cunning hell Why this should be I therefore vouch againe That with some Mixtures powrefull o're the blood Or with some Dram coniur'd to this effect He wtought vp on her To vouch this is no proofe Without more wider and more ouer Test Then these thin habits and poore likely-hoods Of moderne seeming do prefer against him Sen. But Othello speake Did you by indirect and forced courses Subdue and poyson this yong Maides affections Or came it by request and such faire question As soule to soule affordeth Othel. I do beseech you Send for the Lady to the Sagitary And let her speake of me before her Father If you do finde me foule in her report The Trust the Office I do hold of you Not onely take away but let your Sentence Euen fall vpon my life Duke Fetch Desdemona hither Othe Aunciant conduct them You best know the place And tell she come as truely as to heauen I do confesse the vices of my blood So iustly to your Graue eares I le present How I did thriue in this faire Ladies loue And she in mine Duke Say it Othello Othe Her Father lou'd me oft inuited me Still question'd me the Storie of my life From yeare to yeare the Battaile Sieges Fortune That I haue past I ran it through euen from my boyish daies To th' very moment that he bad me tell it Wherein I spoke of most disastrous chances Of mouing Accidents by Flood and Field Of haire-breadth scapes i' th' imminent deadly breach Of being taken by the Insolent Foe And sold to slauery Of my redemption thence And portance in my Trauellours historie Wherein of Antars vast and Desarts idle Rough Quarries Rocks Hills whose head touch heauen It was my hint to speake Such was my Processe And of the Canibals that each others eate The Antropophague and men whose heads Grew beneath their shoulders These things to heare Would Desdemona seriously incline But still the house Affaires would draw her hence Which euer as she could with haste dispatch She'l'd come againe and with a greedie eare Deuoure vp my discourse Which I obseruing Tooke once a pliant houre and found good meanes To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart That I would all my Pilgrimage dilate Whereof by parcels she had something heard But not instinctiuely I did consent And often did beguile her of her teares When I did speake of some distressefull stroke That my youth suffer'd My Storie being done She gaue me for my paines a world of kisses She swore in faith 't was strange 't was passing strange 'T was pittifull 't was wondrous pittifull She wish'd she had not heard it yet she wish'd That Heauen had made her such a man She thank'd me And bad me if I had a Friend that lou'd her I should but teach him how to tell my Story And that would wooe her Vpon this hint I spake She lou'd me for the dangers I had past And I lou'd her that she did pitty them This onely is the witch-craft I haue vs'd Here comes the Ladie Let her witnesse it Enter Desdemona Iago Attendants Duke I thinke this tale would win my Daughter too Good Brabantio take vp this mangled matter at the best Men do their broken Weapons rather vse Then their bare hands Bra. I pray you heare her speake If she confesse that she was halfe the wooer Destruction on my head if my bad blame Light on the man Come hither gentle Mistris Do you perceiue in all this Noble Companie Where most you owe obedience Des My Noble Father I do perceiue heere a diuided dutie To you I am bound for life and education My life and education both do learne me How to respect you You are the Lord of duty I am hitherto your Daughter But heere 's my Husband And so much dutie as my Mother shew'd To you preferring you before her Father So much I challenge that I may professe Due to the Moore my Lord. Bra. God be with you I haue done Please it your Grace on to the State Affaires I had rather to adopt a Child then get it Come hither Moore I here do giue thee that with all my heart Which but thou hast already with all my heart I would keepe from thee For your sake Iewell I am glad at soule I haue no other Child For thy escape would teach me Tirranie To hang clogges on them I haue done my Lord. Duke Let me speake like your selfe And lay a Sentence Which as a grise or step may helpe these Louers When remedies are past the griefes are ended By seeing the worst which late on hopes depended To mourne a Mischeefe that is past and gon Is the next way to draw new mischiefe on What cannot be presern'd when Fortune takes Patience her Iniury a mock'ry makes The rob'd that smiles steales something from the Thiefe He robs himselfe that spends a bootelesse griefe Bra. So let the Turke of Cyprus vs beguile We loose it not so long as we can smile He beares the Sentence well that nothing beares But the free comfort which from thence he heares But he beares both the Sentence and the sorrow That to pay griefe must of poore Patience borrow These Sentences to Sugar or to Gall Being strong on both sides are Equiuocall But words are words I neuer yet did heare That the bruized heart was pierc'd through the eareâ— I humbly beseech you proceed to th' Affaires of State Duke The Turke with a most mighty Preparation makes for Cyprus Othello the Fortitude of the place is best knowne to you And though we haue there a Substitute of most allowed sufficiencie yet opinion a more soueraigne Mistris of Effects throwes a more safer voice on you you must therefore be content to slubber the glosse of your new Fortunes with this more stubborne and boystrous expedition Othe The Tirant Custome most Graue Senators Hath made the flinty and Steele Coach of Warre My thrice-driuen bed of Downe I do agnize A Naturall and prompt Alacartie I finde in hardnesse and do vndertake This present Warres against the Ottamites Most humbly therefore bending to your State I craue fit disposition for my Wife Due reference of Place and Exhibition With such Accomodation and besort As leuels with her breeding Duke Why at her Fathers Bra. I will not haue it so Othe Nor I. Des Nor would I there recide To put my Father in impatient thoughts By being in his eye Most Grcaious Duke To my vnfolding lend your prosperous eare And let me finde a Charter in your voice T' assist my simplenesse Duke What would you Desdemona Des That I loue the Moore to liue with him My downe-right violence and storme of Fortunes May trumpet to
the world My heart 's subdu'd Euen to the very quality of my Lord I saw Othello's visage in his mind And to his Honours and his valiant parts Did I my soule and Fortunes consecrate So that deere Lords if I be left behind A Moth of Peace and he go to the Warre The Rites for why I loue him are bereft me And I a heauie interim shall support By his deere absence Let me go with him Othe Let her haue your voice Vouch with me Heauen I therefore beg it not To please the pallate of my Appetite Nor to comply with heat the yong affects In my defunct and proper satisfaction But to be free and bounteous to her minde And Heauen defend your good soules that you thinke I will your serious and great businesse scant When she is with me No when light wing'd Toyes Of feather'd Cupid seele with wanton dulnesse My speculatiue and offic'd Instrument That my Disports corrupt and taint my businesse Let House-wiues make a Skillet of my Helme And all indigne and base aduersities Make head against my Estimation Duke Be it as you shall priuately determine Either for her stay or going th' Affaire cries hast And speed must answer it Sen. You must away to night Othe With all my heart Duke At nine i' th' morning here wee 'l meete againe Othello leaue some Officer behind And he shall our Commission bring to you And such things else of qualitie and respect As doth import you Othe So please your Grace my Ancient A man he is of honesty and trust To his conueyance I assigne my wife With what else needfull your good Grace shall think To be sent after me Duke Let it be so Good night to euery one And Noble Signior If Vertue no delighted Beautie lacke Your Son-in-law is farre more Faire then Blacke Sen. Adieu braue Moore vse Desdemona well Bra. Looke to her Moore if thou hast eies to see She ha's deceiu'd her Father and may thee Exit Othe My life vpon her faith Honest Iago My Desdemona must I leaue to thee I prythee let thy wife attend on her And bring them after in the best aduantage Come Desdemona I haue but an houre Of Loue of wordly matter and direction To spend with thee We must obey the the time Exit Rod. Iago Iago What saist thou Noble heart Rod. What will I do think'st thou Iago Why go to bed and sleepe Rod. I will incontinently drowne my selfe Iago If thou do'st I shall neuer loue thee after Why thou silly Gentleman Rod. It is sillynesse to liue when to liue is torment and then haue we a prescription to dye when death is our Physition Iago Oh villanous I haue look'd vpon the world for foure times seuen yeares and since I could distinguish betwixt a Benefit and an Iniurie I neuer found man that knew how to loue himselfe Ere I would say I would drowne my selfe for the loue of a Gynney Hen I would change my Humanity with a Baboone Rod. What should I do I confesse it is my shame to be so fond but it is not in my vertue to amend it Iago Vertue A figge 't is in our selues that we are thus or thus Our Bodies are our Gardens to the which our Wills are Gardiners So that if we will plant Nettels or sowe Lettice Set Hisope and weede vp Time Supplie it with one gender of Hearbes or distract it with many either to haue it sterrill with idlenesse or manured with Industry why the power and Corrigeable authoritie of this lies in our Wills If the braine of our liues had not one Scale of Reason to poize another of Sensualitie the blood and basenesse of our Natures would conduct vs to most prepostrous Conclusions But we haue Reason to coole our raging Motions our carnall Stings or vnbitted Lusts whereof I take this that you call Loue to be a Sect or Seyen Rod. It cannot be Iago It is meerly a Lust of the blood and a permission of the will Come be a man drowne thy selfe Drown Cats and blind Puppies I haue profest me thy Friend and I confesse me knit to thy deseruing with Cables of perdurable toughnesse I could neuer better steed thee then now Put Money in thy purse follow thou the Warres defeate thy fauour with an vsurp'd Beard I say put Money in thy purse It cannot be long that Desdemona should continue her loue to the Moore Put Money in thy purse nor he his to her It was a violent Commencement in her and thou shalt see an answerable Sequestration put but Money in thy purse These Moores are changeable in their wils fill thy purse with Money The Food that to him now is as lushious as Locusts shal be to him shortly as bitter as Coloquintida She must change for youth when she is sated with his body she will find the errors of her choice Therefore put Money in thy purse If thou wilt needs damne thy selfe do it a more delicate way then drowning Make all the Money thou canst If Sanctimonie and a fraile vow betwixt an erring Barbarian and super-subtle Venetian be not too hard for my wits and all the Tribe of hell thou shalt enioy her therefore make Money a pox of drowning thy selfe it is cleane out of the way Seeke thou rather to be hang'd in Compassing thy ioy then to be drown'd and go without her Rodo. Wilt thou be fast to my hopes if I depend on the issue Iago Thou art sure of me Go make Money I haue told thee often and I re-tell thee againe and againe I hate the Moore My cause is hearted thine hath no lesse reason Let vs be coniunctiue in our reuenge against him If thou canst Cuckold him thou dost thy selfe a pleasure me a sport There are many Euents in the Wombe of Time which wil be deliuered Trauerse go prouide thy Money We will haue more of this to morrow Adieu Rod. Where shall we meete i' th' morning Iago At my Lodging Rod. I le be with thee betimes Iago Go too farewell Do you heare Rodorigo Rod. I le sell all my Land Exit Iago Thus do I euer make my Foole my purse For I mine owne gain'd knowledge should prophane If I would time expend with such Snpe But for my Sport and Profit I hate the Moore And it is thought abroad that 'twixt my sheets She ha's done my Office I know not if 't be true But I for meere suspition in that kinde Will do as if for Surety He holds me well The better shall my purpose worke on him Cassio's a proper man Let me see now To get his Place and to plume vp my will In double Knauery How How Let 's see After some time to abuse Othello's eares That he is too familiar with his wife He hath a person and a smooth dispose To be suspected fram'd to make women false The Moore is of a free and open Nature That thinkes men honest that but seeme to be so And will as tenderly be lead by