large and ample Emperie Ore France and all her almost Kingly Dukedomes Or lay these bones in an vnworthy Vrne Tomblesse with no remembrance ouer them Either our History shall with full mouth Speake freely of our Acts or else our graue Like Turkish mute shall haue a tonguelesse mouth Not worshipt with a waxen Epitaph Enter Ambassadors of France Now are we well prepar'd to know the pleasure Of our faire Cosin Dolphin for we heare Your greeting is from him not from the King Amb. May 't please your Maiestie to giue vs leaue Freely to render what we haue in charge Or shall we sparingly shew you farre off The Dolphins meaning and our Embassie King We are no Tyrant but a Christian King Vnto whose grace our passion is as subiect As is our wretches fettred in our prisons Therefore with franke and with vncurbed plainnesse Tell vs the Dolphins minde Amb. Thus than in few Your Highnesse lately sending into France Did claime some certaine Dukedomes in the right Of your great Predecessor King Edward the third In answer of which claime the Prince our Master Sayes that you sauour too much of your youth And bids you be aduis'd There 's nought in France That can be with a nimble Galliard wonne You cannot reuell into Dukedomes there He therefore sends you meeter for your spirit This Tun of Treasure and in lieu of this Desires you let the dukedomes that you claime Heare no more of you This the Dolphin speakes King What Treasure Vncle Exe. Tennis balles my Liege Kin We are glad the Dolphin is so pleasant with vs His Present and your paines we thanke you for When we haue matcht our Rackets to these Balles We will in France by Gods grace play a set Shall strike his fathers Crowne into the hazard Tell him he hath made a match with such a Wrangler That all the Courts of France will be disturb'd With Chaces And we vnderstand him well How he comes o're vs with our wilder dayes Not measuring what vse we made of them We neuer valew'd this poore seate of England And therefore liuing hence did giue our selfe To barbarous license As 't is euer common That men are merriest when they are from home But tell the Dolphin I will keepe my State Be like a King and shew my sayle of Greatnesse When I do rowse me in my Throne of France For that I haue layd by my Maiestie And plodded like a man for working dayes But I will rise there with so full a glorie That I will dazle all the eyes of France Yea strike the Dolphin blinde to looke on vs And tell the pleasant Prince this Mocke of his Hath turn'd his balles to Gun-stones and his soule Shall stand sore charged for the wastefull vengeance That shall flye with them for many a thousand widows Shall this his Mocke mocke out of their deer husbands Mocke mothers from their sonnes mock Castles downe And some are yet vngotten and vnborne That shal haue cause to curse the Dolphins scorne But this lyes all within the wil of God To whom I do appeale and in whose name Tel you the Dolphin I am comming on To venge me as I may and to put forth My rightfull hand in a wel-hallow'd cause So get you hence in peace And tell the Dolphin His Iest will sauour but of shallow wit When thousands weepe more then did laugh at it Conuey them with safe conduct Fare you well Exeunt Ambassadors Exe. This was a merry Message King We hope to make the Sender blush at it Therefore my Lords omit no happy howre That may giue furth'rance to our Expedition For we haue now no thought in vs but France Saue those to God that runne before our businesse Therefore let our proportions for these Warres Be soone collected and all things thought vpon That may with reasonable swiftnesse adde More Feathers to our Wings for God before Wee 'le chide this Dolphin at his fathers doore Therefore let euery man now taske his thought That this faire Action may on foot be brought Exeunt Flourish Enter Chorus Now all the Youth of England are on fire And silken Dalliance in the Wardrobe lyes Now thriue the Armorers and Honors thought Reignes solely in the breast of euery man They sell the Pasture now to buy the Horse Following the Mirror of all Christian Kings With winged heeles as English Mercuries For now sits Expectation in the Ayre And hides a Sword from Hilts vnto the Point With Crownes Imperiall Crownes and Coronets Promis'd to Harry and his followers The French aduis'd by good intelligence Of this most dreadfull preparation Shake in their feare and with pale Pollicy Seeke to diuert the English purposes O England Modell to thy inward Greatnesse Like little Body with a mightie Heart What mightst thou do that honour would thee do Were all thy children kinde and naturall But see thy fault France hath in thee found out A nest of hollow bosomes which he filles With treacherous Crownes and three corrupted men One Richard Earle of Cambridge and the second Henry Lord Scroope of Masham and the third Sir Thomas Grey Knight of Northumberland Haue for the Gilt of France O guilt indeed Confirm'd Conspiracy with fearefull France And by their hands this grace of Kings must dye If Hell and Treason hold their promises Ere he take ship for France and in Southampton Linger your patience on and wee 'l digest Th' abuse of distance force a play The summe is payde the Traitors are agreed The King is set from London and the Scene Is now transported Gentles to Southampton There is the Play-house now there must you sit And thence to France shall we conuey you safe And bring you backe Charming the narrow seas To giue you gentle Passe for if we may Wee 'l not offend one stomacke with our Play But till the King come forth and not till then Vnto Southampton do we shift our Scene Exit Enter Corporall Nym and Lieutenant Bardolfe Bar. Well met Corporall Nym. Nym. Good morrow Lieutenant Bardolfe Bar. What are Ancient Pistoll and you friends yet Nym. For my part I care not I say little but when time shall serue there shall be smiles but that shall be as it may I dare not fight but I will winke and holde out mine yron it is a simple one but what though It will toste Cheese and it will endure cold as another mans sword will and there 's an end Bar. I will bestow a breakfast to make you friendes and wee 'l bee all three sworne brothers to France Let 't be so good Corporall Nym. Nym. Faith I will liue so long as I may that 's the certaine of it and when I cannot liue any longer I will doe as I may That is my rest that is the rendeuous of it Bar. It is certaine Corporall that he is marryed to Nell Quickly and certainly she did you wrong for you were troth-plight to her Nym. I cannot tell Things must be as they may men may
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
were nail'd For our aduantage on the bitter Crosse But this our purpose is a twelue month old And bootlesse 't is to tell you we will go Therefore we meete not now Then let me heare Of you my gentle Cousin Westmerland What vesternight our Councell did decree In forwarding this deere expedience West My Liege This haste was hot in question And many limits of the Charge set downe But yesternight when all athwart there came A Post from Wales loaden with heauy Newes Whose worst was That the Noble Mortimer Leading the men of Herefordshire to fight Against the irregular and wilde Glendower Was by the rude hands of that Welshman taken And a thousand of his people butchered Vpon whose dead corpes there was such misuse Such beastly shamelesse transformation By those Welshwomen done as may not be Without much shame re-told or spoken of King It seemes then that the tidings of this broile Brake off our businesse for the Holy land West This matcht with other like my gracious Lord Farre more vneuen and vnwelcome Newes Came from the North and thus it did report On Holy-roode day the gallant Hotspurre there Young Harry Percy and braue Archibald That euer-valiant and approoued Scot At Holmeden met where they did spend A fad and bloody houre As by discharge of their Artillerie And shape of likely-hood the newes was told For he that brought them in the very heate And pride of their contention did take horse Vncertaine of the issue any way King Heere is a deere and true industrious friend Sir Walter Blunt new lighted from his Horse Strain'd with the variation of each soyle Betwixt that Holmedon and this Seat of ours And he hath brought vs smooth and welcomes newes The Earle of Dowglas is discomfited Ten thousand bold Scots two and twenty Knights Balk'd in their owne blood did Sir Walter see On Holmedons Plaines Of Prisoners Hotspurre tooke Mordake Earle of Fife and eldest sonne To beaten Dowglas and the Earle of Atholl Of Murry Angus and Menteith And is not this an honourable spoyle A gallant prize Ha Cosin is it not Infaith it is West A Conquest for a Prince to boast of King Yea there thou mak'st me sad mak'st me sin In enuy that my Lord Northumberland Should be the Father of so blest a Sonne A Sonne who is the Theame of Honors tongue Among'st a Groue the very straightest Plant Who is sweet Fortunes Minion and her Pride Whil'st I by looking on the praise of him See Ryot and Dishonor staine the brow Of my yong Harry O that it could be prou'd That some Night-tripping-Faiery had exchang'd In Cradle-clothes our Children where they lay And call'd mine Percy his Plantagenet Then would I haue his Harry and he mine But let him from my thoughts What thinke you Coze Of this young Percies pride The Prisoners Which he in this aduenture hath surpriz'd To his owne vse he keepes and sends me word I shall haue none but Mordake Earle of Fife West This is his Vnckles teaching This is Worcester Maleuolent to you in all Aspects Which makes him prune himselfe and bristle vp The crest of Youth against your Dignity King But I haue sent for him to answer this And for this cause a-while we must neglect Our holy purpose to Ierusalem Cosin on Wednesday next our Councell we will hold At Windsor and so informe the Lords But come your selfe with speed to vs againe For more is to be said and to be done Then out of anger can be vttered West I will my Liege Exeunt Scaena Secunda Enter Henry Prince of Wales Sir Iohn Falstaffe and Pointz Fal. Now Hal what time of day is it Lad Prince Thou art so fat-witted with drinking of olde Sacke and vnbuttoning thee after Supper and sleeping vpon Benches in the afternoone that thou hast forgotten to demand that truely which thou wouldest truly know What a diuell hast thou to do with the time of the day vnlesse houres were cups of Sacke and minutes Capons and clockes the tongues of Bawdes and dialls the signes of Leaping-houses and the blessed Sunne himselfe a faire hot Wench in Flame-coloured Taffata I see no reason why thou shouldest bee so superfluous to demaund the time of the day Fal. Indeed you come neere me now Hal for we that take Purses go by the Moone and seuen Starres and not by Phoebus hee that wand'ring Knight so faire And I prythee sweet Wagge when thou art King as God saue thy Grace Maiesty I should say for Grace thou wilte haue none Prin. What none Fal. No not so much as will serue to be Prologue to an Egge and Butter Prin. Well how then Come roundly roundly Fal. Marry then sweet Wagge when thou art King let not vs that are Squires of the Nights bodie bee call'd Theeues of the Dayes beautie Let vs be Dianaes Forresters Gentlemen of the Shade Minions of the Moone and let men say we be men of good Gouernment being gouerned as the Sea is by our noble and chast mistris the Moone vnder whose countenance we steale Prin. Thou say'st well and it holds well too for the fortune of vs that are the Moones men doeth ebbe and flow like the Sea beeing gouerned as the Sea is by the Moone as for proofe Now a Purse of Gold most resolutely snatch'd on Monday night and most dissolutely spent on Tuesday Morning got with swearing Lay by and spent with crying Bring in now in as low an ebbe as the foot of the Ladder and by and by in as high a flow as the ridge of the Gallowes Fal. Thou say'st true Lad and is not my Hostesse of the Tauerne a most sweet Wench Prin. As is the hony my old Lad of the Castle and is not a Buffe Ierkin a most sweet robe of durance Fal. How now how now mad Wagge What in thy quips and thy quiddities What a plague haue I to doe with a Buffe-Ierkin Prin. Why what a poxe haue I to doe with my Hostesse of the Tauerne Fal. Well thou hast call'd her to a reck'ning many a time and oft Prin. Did I euer call for thee to pay thy part Fal. No I le giue thee thy due thou hast paid al there Prin. Yea and elsewhere so farre as my Coine would stretch and where it would not I haue vs'd my credit Fal. Yea and so vs'd it that were it heere apparant that thou art Heire apparant But I prythee sweet Wag shall there be Gallowes standing in England when thou art King and resolution thus fobb'd as it is with the rustie curbe of old Father Anticke the Law Doe not thou when thou art a King hang a Theefe Prin. No thou shalt Fal. Shall I O rare I le be a braue Iudge Prin. Thou iudgest false already I meane thou shalt haue the hanging of the Theeues and so become a rare Hangman Fal. Well Hal well and in some sort it iumpes with my humour as well as waiting in the Court I can tell you Prin. For obtaining of suites
your Highnesse and yet punish too Grey Sir you shew great mercy if you giue him life After the taste of much correction King Alas your too much loue and care of me Are heauy Orisons ' gainst this poore wretch If little faults proceeding on distemper Shall not be wink'd at how shall we stretch our eye When capitall crimes chew'd swallow'd and digested Appeare before vs Wee 'l yet inlarge that man Though Cambridge Scroope and Gray in their deere care And tender preseruation of our person Wold haue him punish'd And now to our French causes Who are the late Commissioners Cam. I one my Lord Your Highnesse bad me aske for it to day Scro. So did you me my Liege Gray And I my Royall Soueraigne King Then Richard Earle of Cambridge there is yours There yours Lord Scroope of Masham and Sir Knight Gray of Northumberland this same is yours Reade them and know I know your worthinesse My Lord of Westmerland and Vnkle Exeter We will aboord to night Why how now Gentlemen What see you in those papers that you loose So much complexion Looke ye how they change Their cheekes are paper Why what reade you there That haue so cowarded and chac'd your blood Out of apparance Cam. I do confesse my fault And do submit me to your Highnesse mercy Gray Scro. To which we all appeale King The mercy that was quicke in vs but late By your owne counsaile is supprest and kill'd You must not dare for shame to talke of mercy For your owne reasons turne into your bosomes As dogs vpon their maisters worrying you See you my Princes and my Noble Peeres These English monsters My Lord of Cambridge heere You know how apt our loue was to accord To furnish with all appertinents Belonging to his Honour and this man Hath for a few light Crownes lightly conspir'd And sworne vnto the practises of France To kill vs heere in Hampton To the which This Knight no lesse for bounty bound to Vs Then Cambridge is hath likewise sworne But O What shall I say to thee Lord Scroope thou cruell Ingratefull sauage and inhumane Creature Thou that didst beare the key of all my counsailes That knew'st the very bottome of my soule That almost might'st haue coyn'd me into Golde Would'st thou haue practis'd on me for thy vse May it be possible that forraigne hyer Could out of thee extract one sparke of euill That might annoy my finger 'T is so strange That though the truth of it stands off as grosse As blacke and white my eye will scarsely see it Treason and murther euer kept together As two yoake diuels sworne to eythers purpose Working so grossely in an naturall cause That admiration did not hoope at them But thou gainst all proportion didst bring in Wonder to waite on reason and on murther And whatsoeuer cunning fiend it was That wrought vpon thee so preposterously Hath got the voyce in hell for excellence And other diuels that suggest by treasons Do botch and bungle vp damnation With patches colours and with formes being fetcht From glist'ring semblances of piety But he that temper'd thee bad thee stand vp Gaue thee no instance why thou shouldst do treason Vnlesse to dub thee with the name of Traitor If that same Daemon that hath gull'd thee thus Should with his Lyon-gate walke the whole world He might returne to vastie Tartar backe And tell the Legions I can neuer win A soule so easie as that Englishmans Oh how hast thou with iealousie infected The sweetnesse of affiance Shew men dutifull Why so didst thou seeme they graue and learned Why so didst thou Come they of Noble Family Why so didst thou Seeme they religious Why so didst thou Or are they spare in diet Free from grosse passion or of mirth or anger Constant in spirit not sweruing with the blood Garnish'd and deck'd in modest complement Not working with the eye without the eare And but in purged iudgement trusting neither Such and so finely boulted didst thou seeme And thus thy fall hath left a kinde of blot To make thee full fraught man and best indued With some suspition I will weepe for thee For this reuolt of thine me thinkes is like Another fall of Man Their faults are open Arrest them to the answer of the Law And God acquit them of their practises Exe. I arrest thee of High Treason by the name of Richard Earle of Cambridge I arrest thee of High Treason by the name of Thomas Lord Scroope of Marsham I arrest thee of High Treason by the name of Thomas Grey Knight of Northumberland Scro. Our purposes God iustly hath discouer'd And I repent my fault more then my death Which I beseech your Highnesse to forgiue Although my body pay the price of it Cam. For me the Gold of France did not seduce Although I did admit it as a motiue The sooner to effect what I intended But God be thanked for preuention Which in sufferance heartily will reioyce Beseeching God and you to pardon mee Gray Neuer did faithfull subiect more reioyce At the discouery of most dangerous Treason Then I do at this houre ioy ore my selfe Preuented from a damned enterprize My fault but not my body pardon Soueraigne King God quit you in his mercy Hear your sentence You haue conspir'd against Our Royall person Ioyn'd with an enemy proclaim'd and from his Coffers Receyu'd the Golden Earnest of Our death Wherein you would haue sold your King to slaughter His Princes and his Peeres to seruitude His Subiects to oppression and contempt And his whole Kingdome into desolation Touching our person seeke we no reuenge But we our Kingdomes safety must so tender Whose ruine you sought that to her Lawes We do deliuer you Get you therefore hence Poore miserable wretches to your death The taste whereof God of his mercy giue You patience to indure and true Repentance Of all your deare offences Beare them hence Exit Now Lords for France the enterprise whereof Shall be to you as vs like glorious We doubt not of a faire and luckie Warre Since God so graciously hath brought to light This dangerous Treason lurking in our way To hinder our beginnings We doubt not now But euery Rubbe is smoothed on our way Then forth deare Countreymen Let vs deliuer Our Puissance into the hand of God Putting it straight in expedition Chearely to Sea the signes of Warre aduance No King of England if not King of France Flourish Enter Pistoll Nim Bardolph Boy and Hostesse Hostesse ' Prythee honey sweet Husband let me bring thee to Staines Pistoll No for my manly heart doth erne Bardolph be blythe Nim rowse thy vaunting Veines Boy brissle thy Courage vp for Falstaffe hee is dead and wee must erne therefore Bard. Would I were with him wheresomere hee is eyther in Heauen or in Hell Hostesse Nay sure hee 's not in Hell hee 's in Arthurs Bosome if euer man went to Arthurs Bosome a made a finer end and went away and it had
To the Reader This Figure that thou here seest put It was for gentle Shakespeare cut Wherein the Grauer had a strife with Nature to out-doo the life O could he but haue drawne his wit As well in brasse as he hath hit His face the Print would then surpasse All that vvas euer vvrit in brasse But since he cannot Reader looke Not on his Picture but his Booke B.I. M R. WILLIAM SHAKESPEARES COMEDIES HISTORIES TRAGEDIES Published according to the True Originall Copies LONDON Printed by Isaac Iaggard and Ed. Blount 1623. TO THE MOST NOBLE AND INCOMPARABLE PAIRE OF BRETHREN WILLIAM Earle of Pembroke c. Lord Chamberlaine to the Kings most Excellent Maiesty AND PHILIP Earle of Montgomery c. 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It is now publique you wil stand for your priuiledges wee know to read and censure Do so but buy it first That doth best commend a Booke the Stationer saies Then how odde soeuer your braines be or your wisedomes make your licence the same and spare not Iudge your sixe-pen'orth your shillings worth your fiue shillings worth at a time or higher so you rise to the iust rates and welcome But what euer you do Buy Censure will not driue a Trade or make the Iacke go And though you be a Magistrate of wit and sit on the Stage at Black-Friers or the Cock-pit to arraigne Playes dailie know these Playes haue had their triall alreadie and stood out all Appeales and do now come forth quitted rather by a Decree of Court then any purchas'd Letters of commendation It had bene a thing we confesse worthie to haue bene wished that the Author himselfe had liu'd to haue set forth and ouerseen his owne writings But since it hath bin ordain'd otherwise and he by death departed from that right we pray you do not envie his Friends the office of their care and paine to haue collected publish'd them and so to haue publish'd them as where before you were abuâ—'d with diuerse stolne and surreptitious copies maimed and deformed by the frauds and stealthes of iniurious impostors that expos'd them euen those are now offer'd to your view cur'd and perfect of their limbes and all the rest absolute in their numbers as he conceiued theÌ„ Who as he was a happie imitator of Nature was a most gentle expresser of it His mind and hand went together And what he thought he vttered with that easinesse that wee haue scarse receiued from him a blot in his papers But it is not our prouince who onely gather his works and giue them you to praise him It is yours that reade him And there we hope to your diuers capacities you will finde enough both to draw and hold you for his wit can no more lie hid then it could be lost Reade him therefore and againe and againe And if then you doe not like him surely you are in some manifest danger not to vnderstand him And so we leaue you to other of his Friends whom if you need can bee your guides if you neede them not you can leade your selues and others And such Readers we wish him Iohn Heminge Henrie Condell To the memory of my beloued The AVTHOR MR. VVILLIAM SHAKESPEARE AND what he hath left vs. TO draw no enuy Shakespeare on thy name Am I thus ample to thy Booke and Fame While I confesse thy writings to be such As neither Man nor Muse can praise too much 'T is true and all mens suffrage But these wayes Were not the paths I meant vnto thy praise For seeliest Ignorance on these may light Which when it sounds at best but eccho's right Or blinde Affection which doth ne're aduance The truth but gropes and vrgeth all by chance Or crafty Malice might pretend this praise And thinke to ruine where it seem'd to raise These are as some infamous Baud or Whore Should praise a Matron What could hurt her more But thou art proofe against them and indeed Aboue th' ill fortune of them or the need I therefore will begin Soule of the Age The applause delight the wonder of our Stage My Shakespeare rise I will not lodge
man of peace Shal. Body-kins M. Page though I now be old and of the peace if I see a sword out my finger itches to make one though wee are Iustices and Doctors and Church-men M. Page wee haue some salt of our youth in vs we are the sons of women M. Page Page 'T is true M r. Shallow Shal. It wil be found so M. Page M. Doctor Caius I am come to fetch you home I am sworn of the peace you haue show'd your selfe a wise Physician and Sir Hugh hath showne himselfe a wise and patient Church-man you must goe with me M. Doctor Host Pardon Guest-Iustice a Mounseur Mocke-water Cai. Mock-vater vat is dat Host Mock-water in our English tongue is Valour Bully Cai. By gar then I haue as much Mock-vater as de Englishman scuruy-Iack-dog-Priest by gar mee vill cut his eares Host He will Clapper-claw thee tightly Bully Cai. Clapper-de-claw vat is dat Host That is he will make thee amends Cai. By-gar me doe looke hee shall clapper-de-claw me for by-gar me vill haue it Host And I will prouoke him to 't or let him wag Cai. Me tanck you for dat Host And moreouer Bully but first M r. Ghuest and M. Page eeke Caualeiro Slender goe you through the Towne to Frogmore Page Sir Hugh is there is he Host He is there see what humor he is in and I will bring the Doctor about by the Fields will it doe well Shal. We will doe it All. Adieu good M. Doctor Cai. By-gar me vill kill de Priest for he speake for a Iack-an-Ape to Anne Page Host Let him die sheath thy impatience throw cold water on thy Choller goe about the fields with mee through Frogmore I will bring thee where Mistris Anne Page is at a Farm-house a Feasting and thou shalt wooe her Cride-game said I well Cai. By-gar mee dancke you vor dat by gar I loue you and I shall procure 'a you de good Guest de Earle de Knight de Lords de Gentlemen my patients Host For the which I will be thy aduersary toward Anne Page said I well Cai. By-gar 't is good vell said Host Let vs wag then Cai. Come at my heeles Iack Rugby Exeunt Actus Tertius Scoena Prima Enter Euans Simple Page Shallow Slender Host Caius Rugby Euans I pray you now good Master Slenders seruing-man and friend Simple by your name which way haue you look'd for Master Caius that calls himselfe Doctor of Phisicke Sim. Marry Sir the pittie-ward the Parke-ward euery way olde Windsor way and euery way but the Towne-way Euan. I most fehemently desire you you will also looke that way Sim. I will sir Euan. ' Plesse my soule how full of Chollors I am and trempling of minde I shall be glad if he haue deceiued me how melancholies I am I will knog his Vrinalls about his knaues costard when I haue good oportunities for the orke ' Plesse my soule To shallow Ruiers to whose falls melodious Birds sings Madrigalls There will we make our Peds of Roses and a thousand fragrant posies To shallow ' Mercie on mee I haue a great dispositions to cry Melodious birds sing Madrigalls When as I sat in Pabilon and a thousand vagram Posies To shallow c. Sim. Yonder he is comming this way Sir Hugh Euan. Hee 's welcome To shallow Riuers to whose fals Heauen prosper the right what weapons is he Sim. No weapons Sir there comes my Master M r. Shallow and another Gentleman from Frogmore ouer the stile this way Euan. Pray you giue mee my gowne or else keepe it in your armes Shal. How now Master Parson good morrow good Sir Hugh keepe a Gamester from the dice and a good Studient from his booke and it is wonderfull Slen. Ah sweet Anne Page Page ' Saue you good Sir Hugh Euan. ' Plesse you from his mercy-sake all of you Shal. What the Sword and the Word Doe you study them both M r. Parson Page And youthfull still in your doublet and hose this raw-rumaticke day Euan. There is reasons and causes for it Page We are come to you to doe a good office M r. Parson Euan. Fery-well what is it Page Yonder is a most reuerend Gentleman who be-like hauing receiued wrong by some person is at most odds with his owne grauity and patience that euer you saw Shal. I haue liued foure-score yeeres and vpward I neuer heard a man of his place grauity and learning so wide of his owne respect Euan. What is he Page I thinke you know him M r. Doctor Caius the renowned French Physician Euan. Got's-will and his passion of my heart I had as lief you would tell me of a messe of porredge Page Why Euan. He has no more knowledge in Hibocrates and Galen and hee is a knaue besides a cowardly knaue as you would desires to be acquainted withall Page I warrant you hee 's the man should fight with him Slen. O sweet Anne Page Shal. It appeares so by his weapons keepe them asunder here comes Doctor Caius Page Nay good M r. Parson keepe in your weapon Shal. So doe you good M r. Doctor Host Disarme them and let them question let them keepe their limbs whole and hack our English Cai. I pray you let-a-mee speake a word with your eare vherefore vill you not meet-a me Euan. Pray you vse your patience in good time Cai. By-gar you are de Coward de Iack dog Iohn Ape Euan. Pray you let vs not be laughing-stocks to other mens humors I desire you in friendship and I will one way or other make you amends I will knog your Vrinal about your knaues Cogs-combe Cai. Diablo Iack Rugby mine Host de Iarteer haue I not stay for him to kill him haue I not at deplace I did appoint Euan. As I am a Christians-soule now looke your this is the place appointed I le bee iudgement by mine Host of the Garter Host Peace I say Gallia and Gaule French Welch Soule-Curer and Body-Curer Cai. I dat is very good excellant Host Peace I say heare mine Host of the Garter Am I politiâ—ke Am I subtle Am I a Machiuell Shall I loose my Doctor No hee giues me the Potions and the Motions Shall I loose my Parson my Priest my Sir Hugh No he giues me the Prouerbes and the No-verbes Giue me thy hand Celestiall so Boyes of Art I haue deceiu'd you both I haue directed you to wrong places your hearts are mighty your skinnes are whole and let burn'd Sacke be the issue Come lay their swords to pawne Follow me Lad of peace follow follow follow Shal. Trust me a mad Host follow Gentlemen follow Slen. O sweet Anne Page Cai. Ha' do I perceiue dat Haue you make-a-de-sot of vs ha ha Eua. This is well he has made vs his vlowting-stog I desire you that we may be friends and let vs knog our praines together to be reuenge on this same scall scuruy-cogging-companion the Host of the Garter Cai. By gar with all my heart he
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
are gone and fled As well assur'd Richard their King is dead Exit Sal. Ah Richard with eyes of heauie mind I see thy Glory like a shooting Starre Fall to the base Earth from the Firmament Thy Sunne sets weeping in the lowly West Witnessing Stormes to come Woe and Vnrest Thy Friends are fled to wait vpon thy Foes And crossely to thy good all fortune goes Exit Actus Tertius Scena Prima Enter Bullingbrooke Yorke Northumberland Rosse Percie Willoughby with Bushie and Greene Prisoners Bull. Bring forth these men Bushie and Greene I will not vex your soules Since presently your soules must part your bodies With too much vrging your pernitious liues For 't were no Charitie yet to wash your blood From off my hands here in the view of men I will vnfold some causes of your deaths You haue mis-led a Prince a Royall King A happie Gentleman in Blood and Lineaments By you vnhappied and disfigur'd cleane You haue in manner with your sinfull houres Made a Diuorce betwixt his Queene and him Broke the possession of a Royall Bed And stayn'd the beautie of a faire Queenes Cheekes With teares drawn froÌ„ her eyes with your foule wrongs My selfe a Prince by fortune of my birth Neere to the King in blood and neere in loue Till you did make him mis-interprete me Haue stoopt my neck vnder your iniuries And sigh'd my English breath in forraine Clouds Eating the bitter bread of banishment While you haue fed vpon my Seignories Dis-park'd my Parkes and fell'd my Forrest Woods From mine owne Windowes torne my Household Coat Raz'd out my Impresse leauing me no signe Saue mens opinions and my liuing blood To shew the World I am a Gentleman This and much more much more then twice all this Condemnes you to the death see them deliuered ouer To execution and the hand of death Bushie More welcome is the stroake of death to me Then Bullingbrooke to England Greene. My comfort is that Heauen will take our soules And plague Iniustice with the paines of Hell Bull. My Lord Northumberland see them dispatch'd Vnckle you say the Queene is at your House For Heauens sake fairely let her be entreated Tell her I send to her my kind commends Take speciall care my Greetings be deliuer'd York A Gentleman of mine I haue dispatch'd With Letters of your loue to her at large Bull. Thankes gentle Vnckle come Lords away To fight with Glendoure and his Complices A while to worke and after holliday Exeunt Scena Secunda Drums Flourish and Colours Enter Richard Aumerle Carlile and Souldiers Rich. Barkloughly Castle call you this at hand Au. Yea my Lord how brook your Grace the ayre After your late tossing on the breaking Seas Rich. Needs must I like it well I weepe for ioy To stand vpon my Kingdome once againe Deere Earth I doe salute thee with my hand Though Rebels wound thee with their Horses hoofes As a long parted Mother with her Child Playes fondly with her teares and smiles in meeting So weeping smiling greet I thee my Earth And doe thee fauor with my Royall hands Feed not thy Soueraignes Foe my gentle Earth Nor with thy Sweetes comfort his rauenous sence But let thy Spiders that suck vp thy Venome And heauie-gated Toades lye in their way Doing annoyance to the trecherous feete Which with vsurping steps doe trample thee Yeeld stinging Nettles to mine Enemies And when they from thy Bosome pluck a Flower Guard it I prethee with a lurking Adder Whose double tongue may with a mortall touch Throw death vpon thy Soueraignes Enemies Mock not my sencelesse Coniuration Lords This Earth shall haue a feeling and these Stones Proue armed Souldiers ere her Natiue King Shall falter vnder foule Rebellious Armes Car. Feare not my Lord that Power that made you King Hath power to keepe you King in spight of all Aum. He meanes my Lord that we are too remisse Whilest Bullingbrooke through our securitie Growes strong and great in substance and in friends Rich. Discomfortable Cousin knowest thou not That when the searching Eye of Heauen is hid Behind the Globe that lights the lower World Then Theeues and Robbers raunge abroad vnseene In Murthers and in Out-rage bloody here But when from vnder this Terrestriall Ball He fires the prowd tops of the Easterne Pines And darts his Lightning through eu'ry guiltie hole Then Murthers Treasons and detested sinnes The Cloake of Night being pluckt from off their backs Stand bare and naked trembling at themselues So when this Theefe this Traytor Bullingbrooke Who all this while hath reuell'd in the Night Shall see vs rising in our Throne the East His Treasons will sit blushing in his face Not able to endure the sight of Day But selfe-affrighted tremble at his sinne Not all the Water in the rough rude Sea Can wash the Balme from an anoynted King The breath of worldly men cannot depose The Deputie elected by the Lord For euery man that Bullingbrooke hath prest To lift shrewd Steele against our Golden Crowne Heauen for his Richard hath in heauenly pay A glorious Angell then if Angels fight Weake men must fall for Heauen still guards the right Enter Salisbury Welcome my Lord how farre off lyes your Power Salisb. Nor neere nor farther off my gracious Lord Then this weake arme discomfort guides my tongue And bids me speake of nothing but despaire One day too late I feare my Noble Lord Hath clouded all thy happie dayes on Earth Oh call backe Yesterday bid Time returne And thou shalt haue twelue thousand fighting men To day to day vnhappie day too late Orethrowes thy Ioyes Friends Fortune and thy State For all the Welchmen hearing thou wert dead Are gone to Bullingbrooke disperst and fled Aum. Comfort my Liege why lookes your Grace so pale Rich. But now the blood of twentie thousand men Did triumph in my face and they are fled And till so much blood thither come againe Haue I not reason to looke pale and dead All Soules that will be safe flye from my side For Time hath set a blot vpon my pride Aum. Comfort my Liege remember who you are Rich. I had forgot my selfe Am I not King Awake thou sluggard Maiestie thou sleepest Is not the Kings Name fortie thousand Names Arme arme my Name a punie subiect strikes At thy great glory Looke not to the ground Ye Fauorites of a King are wee not high High be our thoughts I know my Vnckle Yorke Haâ—h Power enough to serue our turne But who comes here Enter Scroope Scroope More health and happinesse betide my Liege Then can my care-tun'd tongue deliuer him Rich. Mine eare is open and my heart prepar'd The worst is worldly losse thou canst vnfold Say Is my Kingdome loft why 't was my Care And what losse is it to be rid of Care Striues Bullingbrooke to be as Great as wee Greater he shall not be If hee serue God Wee 'l serue him too and be his Fellow so Reuolt our Subiects That we cannot mend
They breake their Faith to God as well as vs Cry Woe Destruction Ruine Losse Decay The worst is Death and Death will haue his day Scroope Glad am I that your Highnesse is so arm'd To beare the tidings of Calamitie Like an vnseasonable stormie day Which make the Siluer Riuers drowne their Shores As if the World were all dissolu'd to teares So high aboue his Limits swells the Rage Of Bullingbrooke couering your fearefull Land With hard bright Steele and hearts harder then Steele White Beares haue arm'd their thin and hairelesse Scalps Against thy Maiestie and Boyes with Womens Voyces Striue to speake bigge and clap their female ioints In stiffe vnwâ—eldie Armes against thy Crowne Thy very Beads-men learne to bend their Bowes Of double fatall Eugh against thy State Yea Distaffe-Women manage rustie Bills Against thy Seat both young and old rebell And all goes worse then I haue power to tell Rich. Too well too well thou tell'st a Tale so ill Where is the Earle of Wiltshire where is Bagot What is become of Bushie where is Greene That they haue let the dangerous Enemie Measure our Confines with such peacefull steps If we preuaile their heads shall pay for it I warrant they haue made peace with Bullingbrooke Scroope Peace haue they made with him indeede my Lord. Rich. Oh Villains Vipers damn'd without redemption Dogges easily woon to fawne on any man Snakes in my heart blood-warm'd that sting my heart Three Iudasses each one thrice worse then Iudas Would they make peace terrible Hell make warre Vpon their spotted Soules for this Offence Scroope Sweet Loue I see changing his propertie Turnes to the sowrest and most deadly hate Againe vncurse their Soules their peace is made With Heads and not with Hands those whom you curse Haue felt the worst of Deaths destroying hand And lye full low grau'd in the hollow ground Aum. Is Bushie Greene and the Earle of Wiltshire dead Scroope Yea all of them at Bristow lost their heads Aum. Where is the Duke my Father with his Power Rich. No matter where of comfort no man speake Let 's talke of Graues of Wormes and Epitaphs Make Dust our Paper and with Raynie eyes Write Sorrow on the Bosome of the Earth Let 's chuse Executors and talke of Wills And yet not so for what can we bequeath Saue our deposed bodies to the ground Our Lands our Liues and all are Bullingbrookes And nothing can we call our owne but Death And that small Modell of the barren Earth Which serues as Paste and Couer to our Bones For Heauens sake let vs sit vpon the ground And tell sad stories of the death of Kings How some haue been depos'd some slaine in warre Some haunted by the Ghosts they haue depos'd Some poyson'd by their Wiues some sleeping kill'd All murther'd For within the hollow Crowne That rounds the mortall Temples of a King Keepes Death his Court and there the Antique sits Scoffing his State and grinning at his Pompe Allowing him a breath a little Scene To Monarchize be fear'd and kill with lookes Infusing him with selfe and vaine conceit As if this Flesh which walls about our Life Were Brasse impregnable and humor'd thus Comes at the last and with a little Pinne Bores through his Castle Walls and farwell King Couer your heads and mock not flesh and blood With solemne Reuerence throw away Respect Tradition Forme and Ceremonious dutie For you haue but mistooke me all this while I liue with Bread like you feele Want Taste Griefe need Friends subiected thus How can you say to me I am a King Carl. My Lord wise men ne're waile their present woes But presently preuent the wayes to waile To feare the Foe since feare oppresseth strength Giues in your weakenesse strength vnto your Foe Feare and be slaine no worse can come to fight And fight and die is death destroying death Where fearing dying payes death seruile breath Aum. My Father hath a Power enquire of him And learne to make a Body of a Limbe Rich. Thou chid'st me well proud Bullingbrooke I come To change Blowes with thee for our day of Doome This ague fit of feare is ouer-blowne An easie taske it is to winne our owne Say Scroope where lyes our Vnckle with his Power Speake sweetly man although thy lookes be sowre Scroope Men iudge by the complexion of the Skie The state and inclination of the day So may you by my dull and heauie Eye My Tongue hath but a heauier Tale to say I play the Torturer by small and small To lengthen out the worst that must be spoken Your Vnckle Yorke is ioyn'd with Bullingbrooke And all your Northerne Castles yeelded vp And all your Southerne Gentlemen in Armes Vpon his Faction Rich. Thou hast said enough Beshrew thee Cousin which didst lead me forth Of that sweet way I was in to despaire What say you now What comfort haue we now By Heauen I le hate him euerlastingly That bids me be of comfort any more Goe to Flint Castle there I le pine away A King Woes slaue shall Kingly Woe obey That Power I haue discharge and let 'em goe To eare the Land that hath some hope to grow For I haue none Let no man speake againe To alter this for counsaile is but vaine Aum. My Liege one word Rich. He does me double wrong That wounds me with the flatteries of his tongue Discharge my followers let them hence away From Richards Night to Bullingbrookes faire Day Exeunt Scaena Tertia Enter with Drum and Colours Bullingbrooke Yorke Northumberland Attendants Bull. So that by this intelligence we learne The Welchmen are dispers'd and Salisbury Is gone to meet the King who lately landed With some few priuate friends vpon this Coast North. The newes is very faire and good my Lord Richard not farre from hence hath hid his head York It would beseeme the Lord Northumberland To say King Richard alack the heauie day When such a sacred King should hide his head North. Your Grace mistakes onely to be briefe Left I his Title out York The time hath beene Would you haue beene so briefe with him he would Haue beene so briefe with you to shorten you For taking so the Head your whole heads length Bull. Mistake not Vnckle farther then you should York Take not good Cousin farther then you should Least you mistake the Heauens are ore your head Bull. I know it Vnckle and oppose not my selfe Against their will But who comes here Enter Percie Welcome Harry what will not this Castle yeeld Per. The Castle royally is mann'd my Lord Against thy entrance Bull. Royally Why it containes no King Per. Yes my good Lord It doth containe a King King Richard lyes Within the limits of yond Lime and Stone And with him the Lord Aumerle Lord Salisbury Sir Stephen Scroope besides a Clergie man Of holy reuerence who I cannot learne North. Oh belike it is the Bishop of Carlâ—le Bull. Noble Lord Goe to the rude Ribs of that ancient
Castle Through Brazen Trumpet send the breath of Parle Into his ruin'd Eares and thus deliuer Henry Bullingbrooke vpon his knees doth kisse King Richards hand and sends allegeance And true faith of heart to his Royall Person hither come Euen at his feet to lay my Armes and Power Prouided that my Banishment repeal'd And Lands restor'd againe be freely graunted If not I le vse th' aduantage of my Power And lay the Summers dust with showers of blood Rayn'd from the wounds of slaughter'd Englishmen The which how farre off from the mind of Bullingbrooke It is such Crimson Tempest should bedrench The fresh greene Lap of faire King Richards Land My stooping dutie tenderly shall shew Goe signifie as much while here we march Vpon the Grassie Carpet of this Plaine Let 's march without the noyse of threatning Drum That from this Castles tatter'd Battlements Our faire Appointments may be well perus'd Me thinkes King Richard and my selfe should meet With no lesse terror then the Elements Of Fire and Water when their thundring smoake At meeting teares the cloudie Cheekes of Heauen Be he the fire I le be the yeelding Water The Rage be his while on the Earth I raine My Waters on the Earth and not on him March on and marke King Richard how he lookes Parle without and answere within then a Flourish Enter on the Walls Richard Carlile Aumerle Scroop Salisbury See see King Richard doth himselfe appeare As doth the blushing discontented Sunne From out the fierie Portall of the East When he perceiues the enuious Clouds are bent To dimme his glory and to staine the tract Of his bright passage to the Occident York Yet lookes he like a King behold his Eye As bright as is the Eagles lightens forth Controlling Maiestie alack alack for woe That any harme should staine so faire a shew Rich. Wee are amaz'd and thus long haue we stood To watch the fearefull bending of thy knee Because we thought our selfe thy lawfull King And if we be how dare thy ioynts forget To pay their awfull dutie to our presence If we be not shew vs the Hand of God That hath dismiss'd vs from our Stewardship For well wee know no Hand of Blood and Bone Can gripe the sacred Handle of our Scepter Vnlesse he doe prophane steale or vsurpe And though you thinke that all as you haue done Haue torne their Soules by turning them from vs And we are barren and bereft of Friends Yet know my Master God Omnipotent Is mustring in his Clouds on our behalfe Armies of Pestilence and they shall strike Your Children yet vnborne and vnbegot That lift your Vassall Hands against my Head And threat the Glory of my precious Crowne Tell Bullingbrooke for yond me thinkes he is That euery stride he makes vpon my Land Is dangerous Treason He is come to ope The purple Testament of bleeding Warre But ere the Crowne he lookes for liue in peace Ten thousand bloody crownes of Mothers Sonnes Shall ill become the flower of Englands face Change the complexion of her Maid-pale Peace To Scarlet Indignation and bedew Her Pastors Grasse with faithfull English Blood North. The King of Heauen forbid our Lord the King Should so with ciuill and vnciuill Armes Be rush'd vpon Thy thrice-noble Cousin Harry Bullingbrooke doth humbly kisse thy hand And by the Honorable Tombe he sweares That stands vpon your Royall Grandsires Bones And by the Royalties of both your Bloods Currents that spring from one most gracious Head And by the buried Hand of Warlike Gaunt And by the Worth and Honor of himselfe Comprising all that may be sworne or said His comming hither hath no further scope Then for his Lineall Royalties and to begge Infranchisement immediate on his knees Which on thy Royall partie graunted once His glittering Armes he will commend to ' Rust His barbed Steedes to Stables and his heart To faithfull seruice of your Maiestie This sweares he as he is a Prince is iust And as I am a Gentleman I credit him Rich. Northumberland say thus The King returnes His Noble Cousin is right welcome hither And all the number of his faire demands Shall be accomplish'd without contradiction With all the gracious vtterance thou hast Speake to his gentle hearing kind commends We doe debase our selfe Cousin doe we not To looke so poorely and to speake so faire Shall we call back Northumberland and send Defiance to the Traytor and so die Aum. No good my Lord let 's fight with gentle words Till tune lend friends and friends their helpeful Swords Rich. Oh God oh God that ere this tongue of mine That layd the Sentence of dread Banishment On yond prowd man should take it off againe With words of sooth Oh that I were as great As is my Griefe or lesser then my Name Or that I could forget what I haue beene Or not remember what I must be now Swell'st thou prowd heart I le giue thee scope to beat Since Foes haue scope to beat both thee and me Aum. Northumberland comes backe from Bullingbrooke Rich. What must the King doe now must he submit The King shall doe it Must he be depos'd The King shall be contented Must he loose The Name of King o' Gods Name let it goe I le giue my Iewels for a sett of Beades My gorgeous Pallace for a Hermitage My gay Apparrell for an Almes-mans Gowne My figur'd Goblets for a Dish of Wood My Scepter for a Palmers walking Staffe My Subiects for a payre of carued Saints And my large Kingdome for a little Graue A little little Graue an obscure Graue Or I le be buryed in the Kings high-way Some way of common Trade where Subiects feet May howrely trample on their Soueraignes Head For on my heart they tread now whilest I liue And buryed once why not vpon my Head Aumerle thou weep'st my tender-hearted Cousin Wee 'le make foule Weather with despised Teares Our sighes and they shall lodge the Summer Corne And make a Dearth in this reuolting Land Or shall we play the Wantons with our Woes And make some prettie Match with shedding Teares As thus to drop them still vpon one place Till they haue fretted vs a payre of Graues Within the Earth and therein lay'd there lyes Two Kinsmen digg'd their Graues with weeping Eyes Would not this ill doe well Well well I see I talke but idly and you mock at mee Most mightie Prince my Lord Northumberland What sayes King Bullingbrooke Will his Maiestie Giue Richard leaue to liue till Richard die You make a Legge and Bullingbrooke sayes I. North. My Lord in the base Court he doth attend To speake with you may it please you to come downe Rich. Downe downe I come like glist'ring Phaeton Wanting the manage of vnruly Iades In the base Court base Court where Kings grow base To come at Traytors Calls and doe them Grace In the base Court come down down Court down King For night-Owls shrike where moūting Larks should sing Bull. What sayes his Maiestie
Amen Am I both Priest and Clarke well then Amen God saue the King although I be not hee And yet Amen if Heauen doe thinke him mee To doe what seruice am I sent for hither Yorke To doe that office of thine owne good will Which tyred Maiestie did make thee offer The Resignation of thy State and Crowne To Henry Bullingbrooke Rich. Giue me the Crown Here Cousin seize y e Crown Here Cousin on this side my Hand on that side thine Now is this Golden Crowne like a deepe Well That owes two Buckets filling one another The emptier euer dancing in the ayre The other downe vnseene and full of Water That Bucket downe and full of Teares am I Drinking my Griefes whil'st you mount vp on high Bull. I thought you had been willing to resigne Rich. My Crowne I am but still my Griefes are mine You may my Glories and my State depose But not my Griefes still am I King of those Bull. Part of your Cares you giue me with your Crowne Rich. Your Cares set vp do not pluck my Cares downe My Care is losse of Care by old Care done Your Care is gaine of Care by new Care wonne The Cares I giue I haue though giuen away They ' tend the Crowne yet still with me they stay Bull. Are you contended to resigne the Crowne Rich. I no no I for I must nothing bee Therefore no no for I resigne to thee Now marke me how I will vndoe my selfe I giue this heauie Weight from off my Head And this vnwieldie Scepter from my Hand The pride of Kingly sway from out my Heart With mine owne Teares I wash away my Balme With mine owne Hands I giue away my Crowne With mine owne Tongue denie my Sacred State With mine owne Breath release all dutious Oathes All Pompe and Maiestie I doe forsweare My Manors Rents Reuenues I forgoe My Acts Decrees and Statutes I denie God pardon all Oathes that are broke to mee God keepe all Vowes vnbroke are made to thee Make me that nothing haue with nothing grieu'd And thou with all pleas'd that hast all atchieu'd Long may'st thou liue in Richards Seat to sit And soone lye Richard in an Earthie Pit God saue King Henry vn-King'd Richard sayes And send him many yeeres of Sunne-shine dayes What more remaines North. No more but that you reade These Accusations and these grieuous Crymes Committed by your Person and your followers Against the State and Profit of this Land That by confessing them the Soules of men May deeme that you are worthily depos'd Rich. Must I doe so and must I rauell out My weau'd-vp follyes Gentle Northumberland If thy Offences were vpon Record Would it not shame thee in so faire a troupe To reade a Lecture of them If thou would'st There should'st thou finde one heynous Article Contayning the deposing of a King And cracking the strong Warrant of an Oath Mark'd with a Blot damn'd in the Booke of Heauen Nay all of you that stand and looke vpon me Whil'st that my wretchednesse doth bait my selfe Though some of you with Pilate wash your hands Shewing an outward pittie yet you Pilates Haue here deliuer'd me to my sowre Crosse And Water cannot wash away your sinne North. My Lord dispatch reade o're these Articles Rich. Mine Eyes are full of Teares I cannot see And yet salt-Water blindes them not so much But they can see a sort of Traytors here Nay if I turne mine Eyes vpon my selfe I finde my selfe a Traytor with the rest For I haue giuen here my Soules consent T'vndeck the pompous Body of a King Made Glory base a Soueraigntie a Slaue Prowd Maiestie a Subiect State a Pesant North. My Lord. Rich. No Lord of thine thou haught-insulting man No nor no mans Lord I haue no Name no Title No not that Name was giuen me at the Font. But 't is vsurpt alack the heauie day That I haue worne so many Winters out And know not now what Name to call my selfe Oh that I were a Mockerie King of Snow Standing before the Sunne of Bullingbrooke To melt my selfe away in Water-drops Good King great King and yet not greatly good And if my word be Sterling yet in England Let it command a Mirror hither straight That it may shew me what a Face I haue Since it is Bankrupt of his Maiestie Bull. Goe some of you and fetch a Looking-Glasse North. Read o're this Paper while y c Glasse doth come Rich. Fiend thou torments me ere I come to Hell Bull. Vrge it no more my Lord Northumberland North. The Commons will not then be satisfy'd Rich. They shall be satisfy'd I le reade enough When I doe see the very Booke indeede Where all my sinnes are writ and that 's my selfe Enter one with a Glasse Giue me that Glasse and therein will I reade No deeper wrinckles yet hath Sorrow strucke So many Blowes vpon this Face of mine And made no deeper Wounds Oh flatt'ring Glasse Like to my followers in prosperitie Thou do'st beguile me Was this Face the Face That euery day vnder his House-hold Roofe Did keepe ten thousand men Was this the Face That like the Sunne did make beholders winke Is this the Face which fac'd so many follyes That was at last out-fac'd by Bullingbrooke A brittle Glory shineth in this Face As brittle as the Glory is the Face For there it is crackt in an hundred shiuers Marke silent King the Morall of this sport How soone my Sorrow hath destroy'd my Face Bull. The shadow of your Sorrow hath destroy'd The shadow of your Face Rich. Say that againe The shadow of my Sorrow ha let 's see 'T is very true my Griefe lyes all within And these externall manner of Laments Are meerely shadowes to the vnseene Griefe That swells with silence in the tortur'd Soule There lyes the substance and I thanke thee King For thy great bountie that not onely giu'st Me cause to wayle but teachest me the way How to lament the cause I le begge one Boone And then be gone and trouble you no more Shall I obtaine it Bull. Name it faire Cousin Rich. Faire Cousin I am greater then a King For when I was a King my flatterers Were then but subiects being now a subiect I haue a King here to my flatterer Being so great I haue no neede to begge Bull. Yet aske Rich. And shall I haue Bull. You shall Rich. Then giue me leaue to goe Bull. Whither Rich. Whither you will so I were from your sights Bull. Goe some of you conuey him to the Tower Rich. Oh good conuey Conueyers are you all That rise thus nimbly by a true Kings fall Bull. On Wednesday next we solemnly set downe Our Coronation Lords prepare your selues Exeunt Abbot A wofull Pageant haue we here beheld Carl. The Woes to come the Children yet vnborne Shall feele this day as sharpe to them as Thorne Aum. You holy Clergie-men is there no Plot To rid the Realme of this pernicious Blot Abbot Before I freely
speake my minde herein You shall not onely take the Sacrament To bury mine intents but also to effect What euer I shall happen to deuise I see your Browes are full of Discontent Your Heart of Sorrow and your Eyes of Teares Come home with me to Supper I le lay a Plot Shall shew vs all a merry day Exeunt Actus Quintus Scena Prima Enter Queene and Ladies Qu. This way the King will come this is the way To Iulius Caesars ill-erected Tower To whose flint Bosome my condemned Lord Is doom'd a Prisoner by prowd Bullingbrooke Here let vs rest if this rebellious Earth Haue any resting for her true Kings Queene Enter Richard and Guard But soft but see or rather doe not see My faire Rose wither yet looke vp behold That you in pittie may dissolue to dew And wash him fresh againe with true-loue Teares Ah thou the Modell where old Troy did stand Thou Mappe of Honor thou King Richards Yombe And not King Richard thou most beauteous Inne Why should hard-fauor'd Griefe be lodg'd in thee When Triumph is become an Ale-house Guest Rich. Ioyne not with griefe faire Woman do not so To make my end too sudden learne good Soule To thinke our former State a happie Dreame From which awak'd the truth of what we are Shewes vs but this I am sworne Brother Sweet To grim Necessitie and hee and I Will keepe a League till Death High thee to France And Cloyster thee in some Religious House Our holy liues must winne a new Worlds Crowne Which our prophane houres here haue stricken downe Qu. What is my Richard both in shape and minde Transform'd and weaken'd Hath Bullingbrooke Depos'd thine Intellect hath he beene in thy Heart The Lyon dying thrusteth forth his Paw And wounds the Earth if nothing else with rage To be o're-powr'd and wilt thou Pupill-like Take thy Correction mildly kisse the Rodde And fawne on Rage with base Humilitie Which art a Lyon and a King of Beasts Rich. A King of Beasts indeed if aught but Beasts I had beene still a happy King of Men. Good sometime Queene prepare thee hence for France Thinke I am dead and that euen here thou tak'st As from my Death-bed my last liuing leaue In Winters tedious Nights sit by the fire With good old folkes and let them tell thee Tales Of wofull Ages long agoe betide And ere thou bid good-night to quit their griefe Tell thou the lamentable fall of me And send the hearers weeping to their Beds For why the sencelesse Brands will sympathize The heauie accent of thy mouing Tongue And in compassion weepe the fire out And some will mourne in ashes some coale-black For the deposing of a rightfull King Enter Northumberland North. My Lord the mind of Bullingbrooke is chang'd You must to Pomfret not vnto the Tower And Madame there is order ta'ne for you With all swift speed you must away to France Rich. Northumberland thou Ladder wherewithall The mounting Bullingbrooke ascends my Throne The time shall not be many houres of age More then it is ere foule sinne gathering head Shall breake into corruption thou shalt thinke Though he diuide the Realme and giue thee halfe It is too little helping him to all He shall thinke that thou which know'st the way To plant vnrightfull Kings wilt know againe Being ne're so little vrg'd another way To pluck him headlong from the vsurped Throne The Loue of wicked friends conuerts to Feare That Feare to Hate and Hate turnes one or both To worthie Danger and deserued Death North. My guilt be on my Head and there an end Take leaue and part for you must part forthwith Rich. Doubly diuorc'd bad men ye violate A two-fold Marriage 'twixt my Crowne and me And then betwixt me and my marryed Wife Let me vn-kisse the Oath 'twixt thee and me And yet not so for with a Kisse 't was made Part vs Northumberland I towards the North Where shiuering Cold and Sicknesse pines the Clyme My Queene to France from whence set forth in pompe She came adorned hither like sweet May Sent back like Hollowmas or short'st of day Qu. And must we be diuided must we part Rich. I hand from hand my Loue and heart frō heart Qu. Banish vs both and send the King with me North. That were some Loue but little Pollicy Qu. Then whither he goes thither let me goe Rich. So two together weeping make one Woe Weepe thou for me in France I for thee heere Better farre off then neere be ne're the neere Goe count thy Way with Sighes I mine with Groanes Qu. So longest Way shall haue the longest Moanes Rich. Twice for one step I le groane y e Way being short And peece the Way out with a heauie heart Come come in wooing Sorrow let 's be briefe Since wedding it there is such length in Griefe One Kisse shall stop our mouthes and dumbely part Thus giue I mine and thus take I thy heart Qu. Giue me mine owne againe 't were no good part To take on me to keepe and kill thy heart So now I haue mine owne againe be gone That I may striue to kill it with a groane Rich. We make Woe wanton with this fond delay Once more adieu the rest let Sorrow say Exeunt Scoena Secunda Enter Yorke and his Duchesse Duch. My Lord you told me you would tell the rest When weeping made you breake the story off Of our two Cousins comming into London Yorke Where did I leaue Duch. At that sad stoppe my Lord Where rude mis-gouern'd hands from Windowes tops Threw dust and rubbish on King Richards head Yorke Then as I said the Duke great Bullingbrooke Mounted vpon a hot and fierie Steed Which his aspiring Rider seem'd to know With slow but stately pace kept on his course While all tongues cride God saue thee Bullingbrooke You would haue thought the very windowes spake So many greedy lookes of yong and old Through Casements darted their desiring eyes Vpon his visage and that all the walles With painted Imagery had said at once Iesu preserue thee welcom Bullingbrooke Whil'st he from one side to the other turning Bare-headed lower then his proud Steeds necke Bespake them thus I thanke you Countrimen And thus still doing thus he past along Dutch Alas poore Richard where rides he the whilst Yorke As in a Theater the eyes of men After a well grac'd Actor leaues the Stage Are idlely bent on him that enters next Thinking his prattle to be tedious Euen so or with much more contempt mens eyes Did scowle on Richard no man cride God saue him No ioyfull tongue gaue him his welcome home But dust was throwne vpon his Sacred head Which with such gentle sorrow he shooke off His face still combating with teares and smiles The badges of his greefe and patience That had not God for some strong purpose steel'd The hearts of men they must perforce haue melted And Barbarisme it selfe haue pittied him But heauen hath a hand in these euents
from henceforth rather be my Selfe Mighty and to be fear'd then my condition Which hath beene smooth as Oyle soft as yong Downe And therefore lost that Title of respect Which the proud soule ne're payes but to the proud Wor. Our house my Soueraigne Liege little deserues The scourge of greatnesse to be vsed on it And that same greatnesse too which our owne hands Haue holpe to make so portly Nor. My Lord. King Worcester get thee gone for I do see Danger and disobedience in thine eye O sir your presence is too bold and peremptory And Maiestie might neuer yet endure The moody Frontier of a seruant brow You haue good leaue to leaue vs. When we need Your vse and counsell we shall send for you You were about to speake North. Yea my good Lord. Those Prisoners in your Highnesse demanded Which Harry Percy heere at Holmedon tooke Were as he sayes not with such strength denied As was deliuered to your Maiesty Who either through enuy or misprision Was guilty of this fault and not my Sonne Hot. My Liege I did deny no Prisoners But I remember when the fight was done When I was dry with Rage and extreame Toyle Breathlesse and Faint leaning vpon my Sword Came there a certaine Lord neat and trimly drest Fresh as a Bride-groome and his Chin new reapt Shew'd like a stubble Land at Haruest home He was perfumed like a Milliner And 'twixt his Finger and his Thumbe he held A Pouncet-box which euer and anon He gaue his Nose and took 't away againe Who therewith angry when it next came there Tooke it in Snuffe And still he smil'd and talk'd And as the Souldiers bare dead bodies by He call'd them vntaught Knaues Vnmannerly To bring a slouenly vnhandsome Coarse Betwixt the Winde and his Nobility With many Holiday and Lady tearme He question'd me Among the rest demanded My Prisoners in your Maiesties behalfe I then all-smarting with my wounds being cold To be so pestered with a Popingay Out of my Greefe and my Impatience Answer'd neglectingly I know not what He should or should not For he made me mad To see him shine so briske and smell so sweet And talke so like a Waiting-Gentlewoman Of Guns Drums and Wounds God saue the marke And telling me the Soueraign'st thing on earth Was Parmacity for an inward bruise And that it was great pitty so it was That villanous Salt-peter should be digg'd Out of the Bowels of the harmlesse Earth Which many a good Tall Fellow had destroy'd So Cowardly And but for these vile Gunnes He would himselfe haue beene a Souldier This bald vnioynted Chat of his my Lord Made me to answer indirectly as I said And I beseech you let not this report Come currant for an Accusation Betwixt my Loue and your high Maiesty Blunt The circumstance considered good my Lord What euer Harry Percie then had said To such a person and in such a place At such a time with all the rest retold May reasonably dye and neuer rise To do him wrong or any way impeach What then he said so he vnsay it now King Why yet doth deny his Prisoners But with Prouiso and Exception That we at our owne charge shall ransome straight His Brother-in-Law the foolish Mortimer Who in my soule hath wilfully betraid The liues of those that he did leade to Fight Against the great Magitian damn'd Glendower Whose daughter as we heare the Earle of March Hath lately married Shall our Coffers then Be emptied to redeeme a Traitor home Shall we buy Treason and indent with Feares When they haue lost and forfeyted themselues No on the barren Mountaine let him sterue For I shall neuer hold that man my Friend Whose tongue shall aske me for one peny cost To ransome home reuolted Mortimer Hot. Reuolted Mortimer He neuer did fall off my Soueraigne Liege But by the chance of Warre to proue that true Needs no more but one tongue For all those Wounds Those mouthed Wounds which valiantly he tooke When on the gentle Seuernes siedgie banke In single Opposition hand to hand He did confound the best part of an houre In changing hardiment with great Glendower Three times they breath'd and three times did they drink Vpon agreement of swift Seuernes flood Who then affrighted with their bloody lookes Ran fearefully among the trembling Reeds And hid his crispe-head in the hollow banke Blood-stained with these Valiant Combatants Neuer did base and rotten Policy Colour her working with such deadly wounds Nor neuer could the Noble Mortimer Receiue so many and all willingly Then let him not be sland'red with Reuolt King Thou do'st bely him Percy thou dost bely him He neuer did encounter with Glendower I tell thee he durst as well haue met the diuell alone As Owen Glendower for an enemy Art thou not asham'd But Sirrah henceforth Let me not heare you speake of Mortimer Send me your Prisoners with the speediest meanes Or you shall heare in such a kinde from me As will displease ye My Lord Northumberland We License your departure with your sonne Send vs your Prisoners or you 'l heare of it Exit King Hot. And if the diuell come and roare for them I will not send them I will after straight And tell him so for I will ease my heart Although it be with hazard of my head Nor. What drunke with choller stay pause awhile Heere comes your Vnckle Enter Worcester Hot. Speake of Mortimer Yes I will speake of him and let my soule Want mercy if I do not ioyne with him In his behalfe I le empty all these Veines And shed my deere blood drop by drop i' th dust But I will lift the downfall Mortimer As high i' th Ayre as this Vnthankfull King As this Ingrate and Cankred Bullingbrooke Nor. Brother the King hath made your Nephew mad Wor. Who strooke this heate vp after I was gone Hot. He will forsooth haue all my Prisoners And when I vrg'd the ransom once againe Of my Wiues Brother then his cheeke look'd pale And on my face he turn'd an eye of death Trembling euen at the name of Mortimer Wor. I cannot blame him was he not proclaim'd By Richard that dead is the next of blood Nor. He was I heard the Proclamation And then it was when the vnhappy King Whose wrongs in vs God pardon did set forth Vpon his Irish Expedition From whence he intercepted did returne To be depos'd and shortly murthered Wor. And for whose death we in the worlds wide mouth Liue scandaliz'd and fouly spoken of Hot. But soft I pray you did King Richard then Proclaime my brother Mortimer Heyre to the Crowne Nor. He did my selfe did heare it Hot. Nay then I cannot blame his Cousin King That wish'd him on the barren Mountaines staru'd But shall it be that you that set the Crowne Vpon the head of this forgetfull man And for his sake wore the detested blot Of murtherous subornation Shall it be That you a world of curses vndergoe
with Communitie Affoord no extraordinarie Gaze Such as is bent on Sunne-like Maiestie When it shines seldome in admiring Eyes But rather drowz'd and hung their eye-lids downe Slept in his Face and rendred such aspect As Cloudie men vse to doe to their aduersaries Being with his presence glutted gorg'd and full And in that very Line Harry standest thou For thou hast lost thy Princely Priuiledge With vile participation Not an Eye But is a wearie of thy common sight Saue mine which hath desir'd to see thee more Which now doth that I would not haue it doe Make blinde it selfe with foolish tendernesse Prince I shall hereafter my thrice gracious Lord Be more my selfe King For all the World As thou art to this houre was Richard then When I from France set foot at Rauenspurgh And euen as I was then is Percy now Now by my Scepter and my Soule to boot He hath more worthy interest to the State Then thou the shadow of Succession For of no Right nor colour like to Right He doth fill fields with Harneis in the Realme Turnes head against the Lyons armed Iawes And being no more in debt to yeeres then thou Leades ancient Lords and reuerent Bishops on To bloody Battailes and to brusing Armes What neuer-dying Honor hath he got Against renowned Dowglas whose high Deedes Whose hot Incursions and great Name in Armes Holds from all Souldiers chiefe Maioritie And Militarie Title Capitall Through all the Kingdomes that acknowledge Christ Thrice hath the Hotspur Mars in swathing Clothes This Infant Warrior in his Enterprises Discomfited great Dowglas ta'ne him once Enlarged him and made a friend of him To fill the mouth of deepe Defiance vp And shake the peace and safetie of our Throne And what say you to this Percy Northumberland The Arch-bishops Grace of Yorke Dowglas Mortimer Capitulate against vs and are vp But wherefore doe I tell these Newes to thee Why Harry doe I tell thee of my Foes Which art my neer'st and dearest Enemie Thou that art like enough through vassall Feare Base Inclination and the start of Spleene To fight against me vnder Percies pay To dogge his heeles and curtsie at his frownes To shew how much thou art degenerate Prince Doe not thinke so you shall not finde it so And Heauen forgiue them that so much haue sway'd Your Maiesties good thoughts away from me I will redeeme all this on Percies head And in the closing of some glorious day Be bold to tell you that I am your Sonne When I will weare a Garment all of Blood And staine my fauours in a bloody Maske Which washt away shall scowre my shame with it And that shall be the day when ere it lights That this same Child of Honor and Renowne This gallant Hotspur this all-praysed Knight And your vnthought-of Harry chance to meet For euery Honor fitting on his Helme Would they were multitudes and on my head My shames redoubled For the time will come That I shall make this Northerne Youth exchange His glorious Deedes for my Indignities Percy is but my Factor good my Lord To engrosse vp glorious Deedes on my behalfe And I will call him to so strict account That he shall render euery Glory vp Yea euen the sleightest worship of his time Or I will teare the Reckoning from his Heart This in the Name of Heauen I promise here The which if I performe and doe suruiue I doe beseech your Maiestie may salue The long-growne Wounds of my intemperature If not the end of Life cancells all Bands And I will dye a hundred thousand Deaths Ere breake the smallest parcell of this Vow King A hundred thousand Rebels dye in this Thou shalt haue Charge and soueraigne trust herein Enter Blunt How now good Blunt thy Lookes are full of speed Blunt So hath the Businesse that I come to speake of Lord Mortimer of Scotland hath sent word That Dowglas and the English Rebels met The eleuenth of this moneth at Shrewsbury A mightie and a fearefull Head they are If Promises be kept on euery hand As euer offered foule play in a State King The Earle of Westmerland set forth to day With him my sonne Lord Iohn of Lancaster For this aduertisement is fiue dayes old On Wednesday next Harry thou shalt set forward On Thursday wee our selues will march Our meeting is Bridgenorth and Harry you shall march Through Glocestershire by which account Our Businesse valued some twelue dayes hence Our generall Forces at Bridgenorth shall meete Our Hands are full of Businesse let 's away Aduantage feedes him fat while men delay Exeunt Scena Tertia Enter Falstaffe and Bardolph Falst. Bardolph am I not falne away vilely since this last action doe I not bate doe I not dwindle Why my skinne hangs about me like an olde Ladies loose Gowne I am withered like an olde Apple Iohn Well I le repent and that suddenly while I am in some liâ—ing I shall be out of heart shortly and then I shall haue no strength to repent And I haue not forgotten what the in-side of a Church is made of I am a Pepper Corne a Brewers Horse the in-side of a Church Company villanous Company hath beene the spoyle of me Bard. Sir Iohn you are so fretfull you cannot liue long Falst Why there is it Come sing me a bawdy Song make me merry I was as vertuously giuen as a Gentleman need to be vertuous enough swore little dic'd not aboue seuen times a weeke went to a Bawdy-house not aboue once in a quarter of an houre payd Money that I borrowed three or foure times liued well and in good compasse and now I liue out of all order out of compasse Bard. Why you are so fat Sir Iohn that you must â—edes bee out of all compasse out of all reasonable compasse Sir Iohn Falst Doe thou amend thy Face and I le amend thy Life Thou art our Admirall thou bearest the Lanterne in the Poope but 't is in the Nose of thee thou art the Knight of the burning Lampe Bard. Why Sir Iohn my Face does you no harme Falst No I le be sworne I make as good vse of it as many a man doth of a Deaths-Head or a Memento Mori I neuer see thy Face but I thinke vpon Hell fire and Diues that liued in Purple for there he is in his Robes burning burning If thou wert any way giuen to vertue I would sweare by thy Face my Oath should bee By this Fire But thou art altogether giuen ouer and wert indeede but for the Light in thy Face the Sunne of vtter Darkenesse When thou raâ—'st vp Gads-Hill in the Night to catch my Horse if I did not thinke that thou hadst beene an Ignis fatnus or a Ball of Wild-fire there 's no Purchase in Money O thou art a perpetuall Triumph an euerlasting Bone-fire-Light thou hast saued me a thousand Markes in Linkes and Torches walking with thee in the Night betwixt Tauerne and Tauerne But the Sack that thou hast drunke me
teares of Innocencie and tearmes of Zeale My Father in kinde heart and pitty mou'd Swore him assistance and perform'd it too Now when the Lords and Barons of the Realme Perceiu'd Northumberland did leane to him The more and lesse came in with Cap and Knee Met him in Boroughs Cities Villages Attended him on Bridges stood in Lanes Layd Gifts before him proffer'd him their Oathes Gaue him their Heires as Pages followed him Euen at the heeles in golden multitudes He presently as Greatnesse knowes it selfe Steps me a little higher then his Vow Made to my Father while his blood was poore Vpon the naked shore at Rauenspurgh And now forsooth takes on him to reforme Some certaine Edicts and some strait Decrees That lay too heauie on the Common-wealth Cryes out vpon abuses seemes to weepe Ouer his Countries Wrongs and by this Face This seeming Brow of Iustice did he winne The hearts of all that hee did angle for Proceeded further cut me off the Heads Of all the Fauorites that the absent King In deputation left behinde him heere When hee was personall in the Irish Warre Blunt Tut I came not to heare this Hotsp Then to the point In short time after hee depos'd the King Soone after that depriu'd him of his Life And in the neck of that task't the whole State To make that worse suffer'd his Kinsman March Who is if euery Owner were plac'd Indeede his King to be engag'd in Wales There without Ransome to lye forfeited Disgrac'd me in my happie Victories Sought to intrap me by intelligence Rated my Vnckle from the Councell-Boord In rage dismiss'd my Father from the Court Broke Oath on Oath committed Wrong on Wrong And in conclusion droue vs to seeke out This Head of safetie and withall to prie Into his Title the which wee finde Too indirect for long continuance Blunt Shall I returne this answer to the King Hotsp Not so Sir Walter Wee 'le with-draw a while Goe to the King and let there be impawn'd Some suretie for a safe returne againe And in the Morning early shall my Vnckle Bring him our purpose and so farewell Blunt I would you would accept of Grace and Loue. Hotsp And 't may be so wee shall Blunt Pray Heauen you doe Exeunt Scena Quarta Enter the Arch-Bishop of Yorke and Sir Michell Arch. Hie good Sir Michell beare this sealed Briefe With winged haste to the Lord Marshall This to my Cousin Scroope and all the rest To whom they are directed If you knew how much they doe Import You would make haste Sir Mich. My good Lord I guesse their tenor Arch. Like enough you doe To morrow good Sir Michell is a day Wherein the fortune of ten thousand men Must bide the touch For Sir at Shrewsbury As I am truly giuen to vnderstand The King with mightie and quick-raysed Power Meetes with Lord Harry and I feare Sir Michell What with the sicknesse of Northumberland Whose Power was in the first proportion And what with Owen Glendowers absence thence Who with them was rated firmely too And comes not in ouer-rul'd by Prophecies I feare the Power of Percy is too weake To wage an instant tryall with the King Sir Mich. Why my good Lord you need not feare There is Dowglas and Lord Mortimer Arch. No Mortimer is not there Sir Mich. But there is Mordake Vernon Lord Harry Percy And there is my Lord of Worcester And a Head of gallant Warriors Noble Gentlemen Arch. And so there is but yet the King hath drawne The speciall head of all the Land together The Prince of Wales Lord Iohn of Lancaster The Noble Westmerland and warlike Blunt And many moe Corriuals and deare men Of estimation and command in Armes Sir M. Doubt not my Lord he shall be well oppos'd Arch. I hope no lesse Yet needfull 't is to feare And to preuent the worst Sir Michell speed For if Lord Percy thriue not ere the King Dismisse his power he meanes to visit vs For he hath heard of our Confederacie And 't is but Wisedome to make strong against him Therefore make hast I must go write againe To other Friends and so farewell Sir Michell Exeunt Actus Quintus Scena Prima Enter the King Prince of Wales Lord Iohn of Lancaster Earle of Westmerland Sir Walter Blunt and Falstaffe King How bloodily the Sunne begins to peere Aboue you busky hill the day lookes pale At his distemperature Prin. The Southerne winde Doth play the Trumpet to his purposes And by his hollow whistling in the Leaues Fortels a Tempest and a blust'ring day King Then with the losers let it sympathize For nothing can seeme foule to those that win The Trumpet sounds Enter Worcester King How now my Lord of Worster 'T is not well That you and I should meet vpon such tearmes As now we meet You haue deceiu'd our trust And made vs doffe our easie Robes of Peace To crush our old limbes in vngentle Steele This is not well my Lord this is not well What say you to it Will you againe vnknit This churlish knot of all-abhorred Warre And moue in that obedient Orbe againe Where you did giue a faire and naturall light And be no more an exhall'd Meteor A prodigie of Feare and a Portent Of broached Mischeefe to the vnborne Times Wor. Heare me my Liege For mine owne part I could be well content To entertaine the Lagge-end of my life With quiet houres For I do protest I haue not sought the day of this dislike King You haue not sought it how comes it then Fal. Rebellion lay in his way and he found it Prin. Peace Chewet peace Wor. It pleas'd your Maiesty to turne your lookes Of Fauour from my Selfe and all our House And yet I must remember you my Lord We were the first and dearest of your Friends For you my staffe of Office did I breake In Richards time and poasted day and night To meete you on the way and kisse your hand When yet you were in place and in account Nothing so strong and fortunate as I It was my Selfe my Brother and his Sonne That brought you home and boldly did out-dare The danger of the time You swore to vs And you did sweare that Oath at Doncaster That you did nothing of purpose ' gainst the State Nor claime no further then your new-falne right The seate of Gaunt Dukedome of Lancaster To this we sware our aide But in short space It rain'd downe Fortune showring on your head And such a floud of Greatnesse fell on you What with our helpe what with the absent King What with the iniuries of wanton time The seeming sufferances that you had borne And the contrarious Windes that held the King So long in the vnlucky Irish Warres That all in England did repute him dead And from this swarme of faire aduantages You tooke occasion to be quickly woo'd To gripe the generall sway into your hand Forgot your Oath to vs at Doncaster And being fed by vs you vs'd vs so
heare Of any Prince so wilde at Liberty But be he as he will yet once ere night I will imbrace him with a Souldiers arme That he shall shrinke vnder my curtesie Arme arme with speed And Fellow 's Soldiers Friends Better consider what you haue to do That I that haue not well the gift of Tongue Can lift your blood vp with perswasion Enter a Messenger Mes My Lord heere are Letters for you Hot. I cannot reade them now O Gentlemen the time of life is short To spend that shortnesse basely were too long If life did ride vpon a Dials point Still ending at the arriuall of an houre And if we liue we liue to treade on Kings If dye braue death when Princes dye with vs. Now for our Consciences the Armes is faire When the intent for bearing them is iust Enter another Messenger Mes My Lord prepare the King comes on apace Hot. I thanke him that he cuts me from my tale For I professe not talking Onely this Let each man do his best And heere I draw a Sword Whose worthy temper I intend to staine With the best blood that I can meete withall In the aduenture of this perillous day Now Esperance Percy and set on Sound all the lofty Instruments of Warre And by that Musicke let vs all imbrace For heauen to earth some of vs neuer shall A second time do such a curtesie They embrace the Trumpets sound the King entereth with his power alarum vnto the battell Then enter Dowglas and Sir Walter Blunt Blu. What is thy name that in battel thus y u crossest me What honor dost thou seeke vpon my head Dow. Know then my name is Dowglas And I do haunt thee in the battell thus Because some tell me that thou art a King Blunt They tell thee true Dow. The Lord of Stafford deere to day hath bought Thy likenesse for insted of thee King Harry This Sword hath ended him so shall it thee Vnlesse thou yeeld thee as a Prisoner Blu. I was not borne to yeeld thou haughty Scot And thou shalt finde a King that will reuenge Lords Staffords death Fight Blunt is slaine then enters Hotspur Hot. O Dowglas hadst thou fought at Holmedon thus I neuer had triumphed o're a Scot. Dow. All 's done all 's won here breathles lies the king Hot. Where Dow. Heere Hot. This Dowglas No I know this face full well A gallant Knight he was his name was Blunt Semblably furnish'd like the King himselfe Dow. Ah foole go with thy soule whether it goes A borrowed Title hast thou bought too deere Why didst thou tell me that thou wer 't a King Hot. The King hath many marching in his Coats Dow. Now by my Sword I will kill all his Coates I le murder all his Wardrobe peece by peece Vntill I meet the King Hot. Vp and away Our Souldiers stand full fairely for the day Exeunt Alarum and enter Falstaffe solus Fal. Though I could scape shot-free at London I fear the shot heere here 's no scoring but vpon the pate Soft who are you Sir Walter Blunt there 's Honour for you here 's no vanity I am as hot as molten Lead and as heauy too heauen keepe Lead out of mee I neede no more weight then mine owne Bowelles I haue led my rag of Muffins where they are pepper'd there 's not three of my 150. left aliue and they for the Townes end to beg during life But who comes heere Enter the Prince Pri. What stand'st thou idle here Lend me thy sword Many a Nobleman likes starke and stiffe Vnder the hooues of vaunting enemies Whose deaths are vnreuengâ—d Prethy lend me thy sword Fal. O Hal I prethee giue me leaue to breath awhile Turke Gregory neuer did such deeds in Armes as I haue done this day I haue paid Percy I haue made him sure Prin. He is indeed and liuing to kill thee I prethee lend me thy sword Falst Nay Hal if Percy bee aliue thou getst not my Sword but take my Pistoll if thou wilt Prin. Giue it me What is it in the Case Fal. I Hal 't is hot There 's that will Sacke a City The Prince drawes out a Bottle of Sacke Prin. What is it a time to iest and dally now Exit Throwes it at him Fal. If Percy be aliue I le pierce him if he do come in my way so if he do not if I come in his willingly let him make a Carbonado of me I like not such grinning honour as Sir Walter hath Giue mee life which if I can saue so if not honour comes vnlook'd for and ther 's an end Exit Scena Tertia Alarum excursions enter the King the Prince Lord Iohn of Lancaster and Earle of Westmerland King I prethee Harry withdraw thy selfe thou bleedest too much Lord Iohn of Lancaster go you with him P. Ioh. Not I my Lord vnlesse I did bleed too Prin. I beseech your Maiesty make vp Least you retirement do amaze your friends King I will do so My Lord of Westmerland leade him to his Tent. West Come my Lord I le leade you to your Tent. Prin. Lead me my Lord I do not need your helpe And heauen forbid a shallow scratch should driue The Prince of Wales from such a field as this Where stain'd Nobility lyes troden on And Rebels Armes triumph in massacres Ioh. We breath too long Come cosin Westmerland Our duty this way lies for heauens sake come Prin. By heauen thou hast deceiu'd me Lancaster I did not thinke thee Lord of such a spirit Before I lou'd thee as a Brother Iohn But now I do respect thee as my Soule King I saw him hold Lord Percy at the point With lustier maintenance then I did looke for Of such an vngrowne Warriour Prin. O this Boy lends mettall to vs all Exit Enter Dowglas Dow. Another King They grow like Hydra's heads I am the Dowglas fatall to all those That weare those colours on them What art thou That counterfeit'st the person of a King King The King himselfe who Dowglas grieues at hart So many of his shadowes thou hast met And not the very King I haue two Boyes Seeke Percy and thy selfe about the Field But seeing thou fall'st on me so luckily I will assay thee so defend thy selfe Dow. I feare thou art another counterfeit And yet infaith thou bear'st thee like a King But mine I am sure thou art whoere thou be And thus I win thee They fight the K. being in danger Enter Prince Prin. Hold vp they head vile Scot or thou art like Neuer to hold it vp againe the Spirits Of valiant Sherly Stafford Blunt are in my Armes It is the Prince of Wales that threatens thee Who neuer promiseth but he meanes to pay They Fight Dowglas flyeth Cheerely My Lord how fare's your Grace Sir Nicholas Gawsey hath for succour sent And so hath Clifton I le to Clifton straight King Stay and breath awhile Thou hast redeem'd thy lost opinion And shew'd thou mak'st some
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
slaine and all his men Vpon the foot of feare fled with the rest And falling from a hill he was so bruiz'd That the pursuers tooke him At my Tent The Dowglas is and I beseech your Grace I may dispose of him King With all my heart Prin. Then Brother Iohn of Lancaster To you this honourable bounty shall belong Go to the Dowglas and deliuer him Vp to his pleasure ransomlesse and free His Valour shewne vpon our Crests to day Hath taught vs how to cherish such high deeds Euen in the bosome of our Aduersaries King Then this remaines that we diuide our Power You Sonne Iohn and my Cousin Westmerland Towards Yorke shall bend you with your deerest speed To meet Northumberland and the Prelate Scroope Who as we heare are busily in Armes My Selfe and you Sonne Harry will towards Wales To fight with Glendower and the Earle of March Rebellion in this Land shall lose his way Meeting the Checke of such another day And since this Businesse so faire is done Let vs not leaue till all our owne be wonne Exeunt FINIS The Second Part of Henry the Fourth Containing his Death and the Coronation of King Henry the Fift Actus Primus Scoena Prima INDVCTION Enter Rumour OPen your Eares For which of you will stop The vent of Hearing when loud Rumor speakes I from the Orient to the drooping West Making the winde my Post-horse still vnfold The Acts commenced on this Ball of Earth Vpon my Tongue continuall Slanders ride The which in euery Language I pronounce Stuffing the Eares of them with false Reports I speake of Peace while couert Enmitie Vnder the smile of Safety wounds the World And who but Rumour who but onely I Make fearfull Masters and prepar'd Defence Whil'st the bigge yeare swolne with some other griefes Is thought with childe by the sterne Tyrant Warre And no such matter Rumour is a Pipe Blowne by Surmises Ielousies Coniectures And of so easie and so plaine a stop That the blunt Monster with vncounted heads The still discordant wauering Multitude Can play vpon it But what neede I thus My well-knowne Body to Anathomize Among my houshold Why is Rumour heere I run before King Harries victory Who in a bloodie field by Shrewsburie Hath beaten downe yong Hotspurre and his Troopes Quenching the flame of bold Rebellion Euen with the Rebels blood But what meane I To speake so true at first My Office is To noyse abroad that Harry Monmouth fell Vnder the Wrath of Noble Hotspurres Sword And that the King before the Dowglas Rage Stoop'd his Annointed head as low as death This haue I rumour'd through the peasant-Townes Betweene the Royall Field of Shrewsburie And this Worme-eaten-Hole of ragged Stone Where Hotspurres Father old Northumberland Lyes crafty sicke The Postes come tyring on And not a man of them brings other newes Then they haue learn'd of Me. From Rumours Tongues They bring smooth-Comforts-false worse then True-wrongs Exit Scena Secunda Enter Lord Bardolfe and the Porter L. Bar. Who keepes the Gate heere ho◠Where is the Earle Por. What shall I say you are Bar. Tell thou the Earle That the Lord Bardolfe doth attend him heere Por. His Lordship is walk'd forth into the Orchard Please it your Honor knocke but at the Gate And he himselfe will answer Enter Northumberland L. Bar. Heere comes the Earle Nor. What newes Lord Bardolfe Eu'ry minute now Should be the Father of some Stratagem The Times are wilde Contention like a Horse Full of high Feeding madly hath broke loose And beares downe all before him L. Bar. Noble Earle I bring you certaine newes from Shrewsbury Nor. Good and heauen will L. Bar. As good as heart can wish The King is almost wounded to the death And in the Fortune of my Lord your Sonne Prince Harrie slaine out-right and both the Blunts Kill'd by the hand of Dowglas Yong Prince Iohn And Westmerland and Stafford fled the Field And Harrie Monmouth's Brawne the Hulke Sir Iohn Is prisoner to your Sonne O such a Day So fought so follow'd and so fairely wonne Came not till now to dignifie the Times Since Caesars Fortunes Nor. How is this deriu'd Saw you the Field Came you from Shrewsbury L. Bar. I spake with one my L. that came frō thence A Gentleman well bred and of good name That freely render'd me these newes for true Nor. Heere comes my Seruant Trauers whom I sent On Tuesday last to listen after Newes Enter Trauers L. Bar. My Lord I ouer-rod him on the way And he is furnish'd with no certainties More then he haply may retaile from me Nor. Now Trauers what good tidings comes frō you Tra. My Lord Sir Iohn Vmfreuill turn'd me backe With ioyfull tydings and being better hors'd Out-rod me After him came spurring head A Gentleman almost fore-spent with speed That stopp'd by me to breath his bloodied horse He ask'd the way to Chester And of him I did demand what Newes from Shrewsbury He told me that Rebellion had ill lucke And that yong Harry Percies Spurre was cold With that he gaue his able Horse the head And bending forwards strooke his able heeles Against the panting sides of his poore Iade Vp to the Rowell head and starting so He seem'd in running to deuoure the way Staying no longer question North. Ha Againe Said he yong Harrie Percyes Spurre was cold Of Hot-Spurre cold-Spurre that Rebellion Had met ill lucke L. Bar. My Lord I le tell you what If my yong Lord your Sonne haue not the day Vpon mine Honor for a silken point I le giue my Barony Neuer talke of it Nor. Why should the Gentleman that rode by Trauers Giue then such instances of Losse L. Bar. Who he He was some hielding Fellow that had stolne The Horse he rode-on and vpon my life Speake at aduenture Looke here comes more Newes Enter Morton Nor. Yea this mans brow like to a Title-leafe Fore-tels the Nature of a Tragicke Volume So lookes the Strond when the Imperious Flood Hath left a witnest Vsurpation Say Morton did'st thou come from Shrewsbury Mor. I ran from Shrewsbury my Noble Lord Where hatefull death put on his vgliest Maske To fright our party North. How doth my Sonne and Brother Thou trembl'st and the whitenesse in thy Cheeke Is apter then thy Tongue to tell thy Errand Euen such a man so faint so spiritlesse So dull so dead in looke so woe-be-gone Drew Priams Curtaine in the dead of night And would haue told him Halfe his Troy was burn'd But Priam found the Fire ere he his Tongue And I my Percies death ere thou report'st it This thou would'st say Your Sonne did thus and thus Your Brother thus So fought the Noble Dowglas Stopping my greedy eare with their bold deeds But in the end to stop mine Eare indeed Thou hast a Sigh to blow away this Praise Ending with Brother Sonne and all are dead Mor. Dowglas is liuing and your Brother yet But for my Lord your Sonne North. Why
he is dead See what a ready tongue Suspition hath He that but feares the thing he would not know Hath by Instinct knowledge from others Eyes That what he feard is chanc'd Yet speake Morton Tell thou thy Earle his Diuination Lies And I will take it as a sweet Disgrace And make thee rich for doing me such wrong Mor. You are too great to be by me gainsaid Your Spirit is too true your Feares too certaine North. Yet for all this say not that Percies dead I see a strange Confession in thine Eye Thou shak'st thy head and hold'st it Feare or Sinne To speake a truth If he be slaine say so The Tongue offends not that reports his death And he doth sinne that doth belye the dead Not he which sayes the dead is not aliue Yet the first bringer of vnwelcome Newes Hath but a loosing Office and his Tongue Sounds euer after as a sullen Bell Remembred knolling a departing Friend L. Bar. I cannot thinke my Lord your son is dead Mor. I am sorry I should force you to beleeue That which I would to heauen I had not seene But these mine eyes saw him in bloody state Rend'ring faint quittance wearied and out-breath'd To Henrie Monmouth whose swift wrath beate downe The neuer-daunted Percie to the earth From whence with life he neuer more sprung vp In few his death whose spirit lent a fire Euen to the dullest Peazant in his Campe Being bruited once tooke fire and heate away From the best temper'd Courage in his Troopes For from his Mettle was his Party steel'd Which once in him abated all the rest Turn'd on themselues like dull and heauy Lead And as the Thing that 's heauy in it selfe Vpon enforcement flyes with greatest speede So did our Men heauy in Hotspurres losse Lend to this weight such lightnesse with their Feare That Arrowes fled not swifter toward their ayme Then did our Soldiers ayming at their safety Fly from the field Then was that Noble Worcester Too soone ta'ne prisoner and that furious Scot The bloody Dowglas whose well-labouring sword Had three times slaine th' appearance of the King Gan vaile his stomacke and did grace the shame Of those that turn'd their backes and in his flight Stumbling in Feare was tooke The summe of all Is that the King hath wonne and hath sent out A speedy power to encounter you my Lord Vnder the Conduct of yong Lancaster And Westmerland This is the Newes at full North. For this I shall haue time enough to mourne In Poyson there is Physicke and this newes Hauing beene well that would haue made me sicke Being sicke haue in some measure made me well And as the Wretch whose Feauer-weakned ioynts Like strengthlesse Hindges buckle vnder life Impatient of his Fit breakes like a fire Out of his keepers armes Euen so my Limbes Weak'ned with greefe being now inrag'd with greefe Are thrice themselues Hence therefore thou nice crutch A scalie Gauntlet now with ioynts of Steele Must gloue this hand And hence thou sickly Quoife Thou art a guard too wanton for the head Which Princes flesh'd with Conquest ayme to hit Now binde my Browes with Iron and approach The ragged'st houre that Time and Spight dare bring To frowne vpon th' enrag'd Northumberland Let Heauen kisse Earth now let not Natures hand Keepe the wilde Flood confin'd Let Order dye And let the world no longer be a stage To feede Contention in a ling'ring Act But let one spirit of the First-borne Caine Reigne in all bosomes that each heart being set On bloody Courses the rude Scene may end And darknesse be the burier of the dead L. Bar. Sweet Earle diuorce not wisedom from your Honor. Mor. The liues of all your louing Complices Leane-on your health the which if you giue o're To stormy Passion must perforce decay You cast th' euent of Warre my Noble Lord And summ'd the accompt of Chance before you said Let vs make head It was your presurmize That in the dole of blowes your Son might drop You knew he walk'd o're perils on an edge More likely to fall in then to get o're You were aduis'd his flesh was capeable Of Wounds and Scarres and that his forward Spirit Would lift him where most trade of danger rang'd Yet did you say go forth and none of this Though strongly apprehended could restraine The stiffe-borne Action What hath then befalne Or what hath this bold enterprize bring forth More then that Being which was like to be L. Bar. We all that are engaged to this losse Knew that we ventur'd on such dangerous Seas That if we wrought out life was ten to one And yet we ventur'd for the gaine propos'd Choak'd the respect of likely perill fear'd And since we are o're-set venture againe Come we will all put forth Body and Goods Mor. 'T is more then time And my most Noble Lord I heare for certaine and do speake the truth The gentle Arch-bishop of Yorke is vp With well appointed Powres he is a man Who with a double Surety bindes his Followers My Lord your Sonne had onely but the Corpes But shadowes and the shewes of men to fight For that same word Rebellion did diuide The action of their bodies from their soules And they did fight with queasinesse constrain'd As men drinke Potions that their Weapons only Seem'd on our side but for their Spirits and Soules This word Rebellion it had froze them vp As Fish are in a Pond But now the Bishop Turnes Insurrection to Religion Suppos'd sincere and holy in his Thoughts He 's follow'd both with Body and with Minde And doth enlarge his Rising with the blood Of faire King Richard scrap'd from Pomfret stones Deriues from heauen his Quarrell and his Cause Tels them he doth bestride a bleeding Land Gasping for life vnder great Bullingbrooke And more and lesse do flocke to follow him North. I knew of this before But to speake truth This present greefe had wip'd it from my minde Go in with me and councell euery man The aptest way for safety and reuenge Get Posts and Letters and make Friends with speed Neuer so few nor neuer yet more need Exeunt Scena Tertia Enter Falstaffe and Page Fal. Sirra you giant what saies the Doct. to my water Pag. He said sir the water it selfe was a good healthy water but for the party that ow'd it he might haue more diseases then he knew for Fal. Men of all sorts take a pride to gird at mee the braine of this foolish compounded Clay-man is not able to inuent any thing that tends to laughter more then I inuent or is inuented on me I am not onely witty in my selfe but the cause that wit is in other men I doe heere walke before thee like a Sow that hath o'rewhelm'd all her Litter but one If the Prince put thee into my Seruice for any other reason then to set mee off why then I haue no iudgement Thou horson Mandrake thou art fitter to be worne in my
grauy grauy grauy Iust You follow the yong Prince vp and downe like his euill Angell Fal. Not so my Lord your ill Angell is light but I hope he that lookes vpon mee will take mee without weighing and yet in some respects I grant I cannot go I cannot tell Vertue is of so little regard in these Costormongers that true valor is turn'd Beare-heard Pregnancie is made a Tapster and hath his quicke wit wasted in giuing Recknings all the other gifts appertinent to man as the malice of this Age shapes them are not woorth a Gooseberry You that are old consider not the capacities of vs that are yong you measure the heat of our Liuers with the bitternes of your gals we that are in the vaward of our youth I must confesse are wagges too Iust Do you set downe your name in the scrowle of youth that are written downe old with all the Charracters of age Haue you not a moist eye a dry hand a yellow cheeke a white beard a decreasing leg an incresing belly Is not your voice broken your winde short your wit single and euery part about you blasted with Antiquity and wil you cal your selfe yong Fy fy fy sir Iohn Fal. My Lord I was borne with a white head somthing a round belly For my voice I haue lost it with hallowing and singing of Anthemes To approue my youth farther I will not the truth is I am onely olde in iudgement and vnderstanding and he that will caper with mee for a thousand Markes let him lend me the mony haue at him For the boxe of th' eare that the Prince gaue you he gaue it like a rude Prince and you tooke it like a sensible Lord. I haue checkt him for it and the yong Lion repents Marry not in ashes and sacke-cloath but in new Silke and old Sacke Iust Wel heauen send the Prince a better companion Fal. Heauen send the Companion a better Prince I cannot rid my hands of him Iust Well the King hath seuer'd you and Prince Harry I heare you are going with Lord Iohn of Lancaster against the Archbishop and the Earle of Northumberland Fal. Yes I thanke your pretty sweet wit for it but looke you pray all you that kisse my Ladie Peace at home that our Armies ioyn not in a hot day for if I take but two shirts out with me and I meane not to sweat extraordinarily if it bee a hot day if I brandish any thing but my Bottle would I might neuer spit white againe There is not a daungerous Action can peepe out his head but I am thrust vpon it Well I cannot last euer Iust Well be honest be honest and heauen blesse your Expedition Fal. Will your Lordship lend mee a thousand pound to furnish me forth Iust Not a peny not a peny you are too impatient to beare crosses Fare you well Commend mee to my Cosin Westmerland Fal. If I do fillop me with a three-man-Beetle A man can no more separate Age and Couetousnesse then he can part yong limbes and letchery but the Gowt galles the one and the pox pinches the other and so both the Degrees preuent my curses Boy Page Sir Fal. What money is in my purse Page Seuen groats and two pence Fal. I can get no remedy against this Consumption of the purse Borrowing onely lingers and lingers it out but the disease is incureable Go beare this letter to my Lord of Lancaster this to the Prince this to the Earle of Westmerland and this to old Mistris Vrsula whome I haue weekly sworne to marry since I perceiu'd the first white haire on my chin About it you know where to finde me A pox of this Gowt or a Gowt of this Poxe for the one or th' other playes the rogue with my great toe It is no matter if I do halt I haue the warres for my colour and my Pension shall seeme the more reasonable A good wit will make vse of any thing I will turne diseases to commodity Exeunt Scena Quarta Enter Archbishop Hastings Mowbray and Lord Bardolfe Ar. Thus haue you heard our causes kno our Means And my most noble Friends I pray you all Speake plainly your opinions of our hopes And first Lord Marshall what say you to it Mow. I well allow the occasion of our Armes But gladly would be better satisfied How in our Meanes we should aduance our selues To looke with forhead bold and big enough Vpon the Power and puisance of the King Hast Our present Musters grow vpon the File To fiue and twenty thousand men of choice And our Supplies liue largely in the hope Of great Northumberland whose bosome burnes With an incensed Fire of Iniuries L. Bar. The question then Lord Hastings standeth thus Whether our present fiue and twenty thousand May hold-vp-head without Northumberland Hast With him we may L. Bar. I marry there 's the point But if without him we be thought to feeble My iudgement is we should not step too farre Till we had his Assistance by the hand For in a Theame so bloody fac'd as this Coniecture Expectation and Surmise Of Aydes incertaine should not be admitted Arch. 'T is very true Lord Bardolfe for indeed It was yong Hotspurres case at Shrewsbury L. Bar. It was my Lord who liu'd himself with hope Eating the ayre on promise of Supply Flatt'ring himselfe with Proiect of a power Much smaller then the smallest of his Thoughts And so with great imagination Proper to mad men led his Powers to death And winking leap'd into destruction Hast But by your leaue it neuer yet did hurt To lay downe likely-hoods and formes of hope L. Bar. Yes if this present quality of warre Indeed the instant action a cause on foot Liues so in hope As in an early Spring We see th' appearing buds which to proue fruite Hope giues not so much warrant as Dispaire That Frosts will bite them When we meane to build We first suruey the Plot then draw the Modell And when we see the figure of the house Then must we rate the cost of the Erection Which if we finde out-weighes Ability What do we then but draw a-new the Modell In fewer offices Or at least desist To builde at all Much more in this great worke Which is almost to plucke a Kingdome downe And set another vp should we suruey The plot of Situation and the Modell Consent vpon a sure Foundation Question Surueyors know our owne estate How able such a Worke to vndergo To weigh against his Opposite Or else We fortifie in Paper and in Figures Vsing the Names of men instead of men Like one that drawes the Modell of a house Beyond his power to builde it who halfe through Giues o're and leaues his part-created Cost A naked subiect to the Weeping Clouds And waste for churlish Winters tyranny Hast Grant that our hopes yet likely of faire byrth Should be still-borne and that we now possest The vtmost man of expectation I thinke we are a
soule and she sayes vp downe the town that her eldest son is like you She hath bin in good case the truth is pouerty hath distracted her but for these foolish Officers I beseech you I may haue redresse against them Iust Sir Iohn sir Iohn I am well acquainted with your maner of wrenching the true cause the false way It is not a confident brow nor the throng of wordes that come with such more then impudent sawcines from you can thrust me from a leuell consideration I know you ha' practis'd vpon the easie-yeelding spirit of this woman Host Yes in troth my Lord. Iust Prethee peace pay her the debt you owe her and vnpay the villany you haue done her the one you may do with sterling mony the other with currant repentance Fal. My Lord I will not vndergo this sneape without reply You call honorable Boldnes impudent Sawcinesse If a man wil curt'sie and say nothing he is vertuous No my Lord your humble duty remeÌ„bred I will not be your sutor I say to you I desire deliu'rance from these Officers being vpon hasty employment in the Kings Affaires Iust You speake as hauing power to do wrong But answer in the effect of your Reputation and satisfie the poore woman Falst Come hither Hostesse Enter M. Gower Ch. Iust Now Master Gower What newes Gow The King my Lord and Henrie Prince of Wales Are neere at hand The rest the Paper telles Falst As I am a Gentleman Host Nay you said so before Fal. As I am a Gentleman Come no more words of it Host By this Heauenly ground I tread on I must be faine to pawne both my Plate and the Tapistry of my dyning Chambers Fal. Glasses glasses is the onely drinking and for thy walles a pretty slight Drollery or the Storie of the Prodigall or the Germane hunting in Waterworke is worth a thousand of these Bed-hangings and these Fly-bitten Tapistries Let it be tenne pound if thou canst Come if it were not for thy humors there is not a better Wench in England Go wash thy face and draw thy Action Come thou must not bee in this humour with me come I know thou was 't set on to this Host Prethee Sir Iohn let it be but twenty Nobles I loath to pawne my Plate in good earnest la. Fal. Let it alone I le make other shift you 'l be a fool still Host Well you shall haue it although I pawne my Gowne I hope you 'l come to Supper You 'l pay me altogether Fal. Will I liue Go with her with her hooke-on hooke-on Host Will you haue Doll Teare-sheet meet you at supper Fal. No more words Let 's haue her Ch. Iust. I haue heard bitter newes Fal What 's the newes my good Lord Ch. Iu. Where lay the King last night Mes At Basingstoke my Lord. Fal. I hope my Lord all 's well What is the newes my Lord Ch Iust Come all his Forces backe Mes No Fifteene hundred Foot fiue hundred Horse Are march'd vp to my Lord of Lancaster Against Northumberland and the Archbishop Fal. Comes the King backe from Wales my noble L Ch. Iust You shall haue Letteâ—s of me presently Come go along with me good M. Gowre Fal. My Lord. Ch. Iust What 's the matter Fal. Master Gowre shall I entreate you with mee to dinner Gow I must waite vpon my good Lord heere I thanke you good Sir Iohn Ch. Iust Sir Iohn you loyter heere too long being you are to take Souldiers vp in Countries as you go Fal. Will you sup with me Master Gowre Ch. Iust What foolish Master taught you these manners Sir Iohn Fal. Master Gower if they become mee not hee was a Foole that taught them mee This is the right Fencing grace my Lord tap for tap and so part faire Ch. Iust Now the Lord lighten thee thou art a great Foole. Exeunt Scena Secunda Enter Prince Henry Pointz Bardolfe and Page Prin. Trust me I am exceeding weary Poin. Is it come to that I had thought wearines durst not haue attach'd one of so high blood Prin. It doth me though it discolours the complexion of my Greatnesse to acknowledge it Doth it not shew vildely in me to desire small Beere Poin. Why a Prince should not be so loosely studied as to remember so weake a Composition Prince Belike then my Appetite was not Princely got for in troth I do now remember the poore Creature Small Beere But indeede these humble considerations make me out of loue with my Greatnesse What a disgrace is it to me to remember thy name Or to know thy face to morrow Or to take note how many paire of Silk stockings y u hast Viz. these and those that were thy peach-colour'd ones Or to beare the Inuentorie of thy shirts as one for superfluity and one other for vse But that the Tennis-Court-keeper knowes better then I for it is a low ebbe of Linnen with thee when thou kept'st not Racket there as thou hast not done a great while because the rest of thy Low Countries haue made a shift to eate vp thy Holland Poin. How ill it followes after you haue labour'd so hard you should talke so idlely Tell me how many good yong Princes would do so their Fathers lying so sicke as yours is Prin. Shall I tell thee one thing Pointz Poin. Yes and let it be an excellent good thing Prin. It shall serue among wittes of no higher breeding then thine Poin. Go to I stand the push of your one thing that you 'l tell Prin. Why I tell thee it is not meer that I should be sad now my Father is sicke albeit I could tell to thee as to one it pleases me for fault of a better to call my friend I could be sad and sad indeed too Poin Very hardly vpon such a subiect Prin. Thou think'st me as farre in the Diuels Booke as thou and Falstaffe for obduracie and persistencie Let the end try the man But I tell thee my hart bleeds inwardly that my Father is so sicke and keeping such vild company as thou art hath in reason taken from me all ostentation of sorrow Poin. The reason Prin. What would'st thou think of me if I shold weep Poin. I would thinke thee a most Princely hypocrite Prin. It would be euery mans thought and thou art a blessed Fellow to thinke as euery man thinkes neuer a mans thought in the world keepes the Rode-way better then thine euery man would thinke me an Hypocrite indeeâ—e And what accites your most worshipful thought to thinke so Poin. Why because you haue beene so lewde and so much ingraffed to Falstaffe Prin. And to thee Pointz Nay I am well spoken of I can heare it with mine owne eares the worst that they can say of me is that I am a second Brother and that I am a proper Fellowe of my hands and those two things I confesse I canot helpe Looke looke here comes Bardolfe Prince And the Boy that I gaue
by Gads-hill you knew I was at your back and spoke it on purpose to trie my patience Fal. No no no not so I did not thinke thou wast within hearing Prince I shall driue you then to confesse the wilfull abuse and then I know how to handle you Fal. No abuse Hall on mine Honor no abuse Prince Not to disprayse me and call me Pantler and Bread-chopper and I know not what Fal. No abuse Hal. Poin. No abuse Fal. No abuse Ned in the World honest Ned none I disprays'd him before the Wicked that the Wicked might not fall in loue with him In which doing I haue done the part of a carefull Friend and a true Subiect and thy Father is to giue me thankes for it No abuse Hal none Ned none no Boyes none Prince See now whether pure Feare and entire Cowardise doth not make thee wrong this vertuous Gentlewoman to close with vs Is shee of the Wicked Is thine Hostesse heere of the Wicked Or is the Boy of the Wicked Or honest Bardolph whose Zeale burnes in his Nose of the Wicked Poin. Answere thou dead Elme answere Fal. The Fiend hath prickt downe Bardolph irrecouerable and his Face is Lucifers Priuy-Kitchin where hee doth nothing but rost Mault-Wormes for the Boy there is a good Angell about him but the Deuill out-bids him too Prince For the Women Fal. For one of them shee is in Hell alreadie and burnes poore Soules for the other I owe her Money and whether shee bee damn'd for that I know not Host No I warrant you Fal. No I thinke thou art not I thinke thou art quit for that Marry there is another Indictment vpon thee for suffering flesh to bee eaten in thy house contrary to the Law for the which I thinke thou wilt howle Host. All Victuallers doe so What is a Ioynt of Mutton or two in a whole Lent Prince You Gentlewoman Dol. What sayes your Grace Falst His Grace sayes that which his flesh rebells against Host Who knocks so lowd at doore Looke to the doore there Francis Enter Peto Prince Peto how now what newes Peto The King your Father is at Westminster And there are twentie weake and wearied Postes Come from the North and as I came along I met and ouer-tooke a dozen Captaines Bare-headed sweating knocking at the Tauernes And asking euery one for Sir Iohn Falstaffe Prince By Heauen Poines I feele me much to blame So idly to prophane the precious time When Tempest of Commotion like the South Borne with black Vapour doth begin to melt And drop vpon our bare vnarmed heads Giue me my Sword and Cloake Falstaffe good night Exit Falst. Now comes in the sweetest Morsell of the night and wee must hence and leaue it vnpickt More knocking at the doore How now what 's the matter Bard. You must away to Court Sir presently A dozen Captaines stay at doore for you Falst Pay the Musitians Sirrha farewell Hostesse farewell Dol. You see my good Wenches how men of Merit are sought after the vndeseruer may sleepe when the man of Action is call'd on Farewell good Wenches if I be not sent away poste I will see you againe ere I goe Dol. I cannot speake if my heart bee not readie to burst Well sweete Iacke haue a care of thy selfe Falst Farewell farewell Exit Host. Well fare thee well I haue knowne thee these twentie nine yeeres come Pescod-time but an honester and truer-hearted man Well fare thee well Bard. Mistris Teare-sheet Host What 's the matter Bard. Bid Mistris Teare-sheet come to my Master Host Oh runne Dol runne runne good Dol. Exeunt Actus Tertius Scena Prima Enter the King with a Page King Goe call the Earles of Surrey and of Warwick But ere they come bid them ore-reade these Letters And well consider of them make good speed Exit How many thousand of my poorest Subiects Are at this howre asleepe O Sleepe O gentle Sleepe Natures soft Nurse how haue I frighted thee That thou no more wilt weigh my eye-lids downe And steepe my Sences in Forgetfulnesse Why rather Sleepe lyest thou in smoakie Cribs Vpon vneasie Pallads stretching thee And huisht with bussing Night flyes to thy slumber Then in the perfum'd Chambers of the Great Vnder the Canopies of costly State And lull'd with sounds of sweetest Melodie O thou dull God why lyest thou with the vilde In loathsome Beds and leau'st the Kingly Couch A Watch-case or a common Larum-Bell Wilt thou vpon the high and giddie Mast Seale vp the Ship-boyes Eyes and rock his Braines In Cradle of the rude imperious Surge And in the visitation of the Windes Who take the Ruffian Billowes by the top Curling their monstrous heads and hanging them With deaff'ning Clamors in the slipp'ry Clouds That with the hurley Death it selfe awakes Canst thou O partiall Sleepe giue thy Repose To the wet Sea-Boy in an houre so rude And in the calmest and most stillest Night With all appliances and meanes to boote Deny it to a King Then happy Lowe lye downe Vneasie lyes the Head that weares a Crowne Enter Warwicke and Surrey War Many good-morrowes to your Maiestie King Is it good-morrow Lords War 'T is One a Clock and past King Why then good-morrow to you all my Lords Haue you read o're the Letters that I sent you War We haue my Liege King Then you perceiue the Body of our Kingdome How foule it is what ranke Diseases grow And with what danger neere the Heart of it War It is but as a Body yet distemper'd Which to his former strength may be restor'd With good aduice and little Medicine My Lord Northumberland will soone be cool'd King Oh Heauen that one might read the Book of Fate And see the reuolution of the Times Make Mountaines leuell and the Continent Wearie of solide firmenesse melt it selfe Into the Sea and other Times to see The beachie Girdle of the Ocean Too wide for Neptunes hippes how Chances mocks And Changes fill the Cuppe of Alteration With diuers Liquors 'T is not tenne yeeres gone Since Richard and Northumberland great friends Did feast together and in two yeeres after Were they at Warres It is but eight yeeres since This Percie was the man neerest my Soule Who like a Brother toyl'd in my Affaires And layd his Loue and Life vnder my foot Yea for my sake euen to the eyes of Richard Gaue him defiance But which of you was by You Cousin Neuil as I may remember When Richard with his Eye brim-full of Teares Then check'd and rated by Northumberland Did speake these words now prou'd a Prophecie Northumberland thou Ladder by the which My Cousin Bullingbrooke ascends my Throne Though then Heauen knowes I had no such intent But that necessitie so bow'd the State That I and Greatnesse were compell'd to kisse The Time shall come thus did hee follow it The Time will come that foule Sinne gathering head Shall breake into Corruption so went on Fore-telling this same Times Condition And the diuision of our
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
studies his Companions Like a strange Tongue wherein to gaine the Language 'T is needfull that the most immodest word Be look'd vpon and learn'd which once attayn'd Your Highnesse knowes comes to no farther vse But to be knowne and hated So like grosse termes The Prince will in the perfectnesse of time Cast off his followers and their memorie Shall as a Patterne or a Measure liue By which his Grace must mere the liues of others Turning past-euills to aduantages King 'T is seldome when the Bee doth leaue her Combe In the dead Carrion Enter Westmerland Who 's heere Westmerland West Health to my Soueraigne and new happinesse Added to that that I am to deliuer Prince Iohn your Sonne doth kisse your Graces Hand Mowbray the Bishop Scroope Hastings and all Are brought to the Correction of your Law There is not now a Rebels Sword vnsheath'd But Peace puts forth her Oliue euery where The manner how this Action hath beene borne Here at more leysure may your Highnesse reade With euery course in his particular King O Westmerland thou art a Summer Bird Which euer in the haunch of Winter sings The lifting vp of day Enter Harcourt Looke heere 's more newes Harc From Enemies Heauen keepe your Maiestie And when they stand against you may they fall As those that I am come to tell you of The Earle Northumberland and the Lord Bardolfe With a great Power of English and of Scots Are by the Sherife of Yorkeshire ouerthrowne The manner and true order of the fight This Packet please it you containes at large King And wherefore should these good newes Make me sicke Will Fortune neuer come with both hands full But write her faire words still in foulest Letters Shee eyther giues a Stomack and no Foode Such are the poore in health or else a Feast And takes away the Stomack such are the Rich That haue aboundance and enioy it not I should reioyce now at this happy newes And now my Sight fayles and my Braine is giddie O me come neere me now I am much ill Glo. Comfort your Maiestie Cla. Oh my Royall Father West My Soueraigne Lord cheare vp your selfe looke vp War Be patient Princes you doe know these Fits Are with his Highnesse very ordinarie Stand from him giue him ayre Hee 'le straight be well Clar. No no hee cannot long hold out these pangs Th' incessant care and labour of his Minde Hath wrought the Mure that should confine it in So thinne that Life lookes through and will breake out Glo. The people feare me for they doe obserue Vnfather'd Heires and loathly Births of Nature The Seasons change their manners as the Yeere Had found some Moneths asleepe and leap'd them ouer Clar. The Riuer hath thrice flow'd no ebbe betweene And the old folke Times doting Chronicles Say it did so a little time before That our great Grand-fire Edward sick'd and dy'de War Speake lower Princes for the King recouers Glo. This Apoplexie will certaine be his end King I pray you take me vp and beare me hence Into some other Chamber softly ' pray Let there be no noyse made my gentle friends Vnlesse some dull and fauourable hand Will whisper Musicke to my wearie Spirit War Caâ— for the Musicke in the other Roome King Set me the Crowne vpon my Pillow here Clar. His eye is hollow and hee changes much War Lesse noyse lesse noyse Enter Prince Henry P. Hen. Who saw the Duke of Clarence Clar. I am here Brother full of heauinesse P. Hen. How now Raine within doores and none abroad How doth the King Glo. Exceeding ill P. Hen. Heard hee the good newes yet Tell it him Glo. Hee alter'd much vpon the hearing it P. Hen. If hee be sicke with Ioy Hee 'le recouer without Physicke War Not so much noyse my Lords Sweet Prince speake lowe The King your Father is dispos'd to sleepe Clar. Let vs with-draw into the other Roome War Wil 't please your Grace to goe along with vs P. Hen. No I will sit and watch here by the King Why doth the Crowne lye there vpon his Pillow Being so troublesome a Bed-fellow O pollish'd Perturbation Golden Care That keep'st the Ports of Slumber open wide To many a watchfull Night sleepe with it now Yet not so sound and halte so deepely sweete As hee whose Brow with homely Biggen bound Snores out the Watch of Night O Maiestie When thou do'st pinch thy Bearer thou do'st sit Like a rich Armor worne in heat of day That scald'st with safetie by his Gates of breath There lyes a dowlney feather which stirres not Did hee suspitâ— that light and weightlesse dowlne Perforce must moue My gracious Lord my Father This sleepe is sound indeede this is a sleepe That from this Golden Rigoll hath diuorc'd So many English Kings Thy due from me Is Teareâ— and heauie Sorrowes of the Blood Which Nature Loue and filiall tendernesse Shall O deare Father pay thee plenteously My due from thee is this Imperiall Crowne Which as immediate from thy Place and Blood Deriues it selfe to me Loe heere it sits Which Heauen shall guard And put the worlds whole strength into one gyant Arme It shall not force this Lineall Honor from me This from thee will I to mine leaue As 't is left to me Exit Enter Warwicke Gloucester Clarence King Warwicke Gloucester Clarence Clar. Doth the King call War What would your Maiestie how fares your Grace King Why did you leaue me here alone my Lords Cla. We left the Prince my Brother here my Liege Who vndertooke to sit and watch by you King The Prince of Wales where is hee let mee see him War This doore is open hee is gone this way Glo. Hee came not through the Chamber where wee stayd King Where is the Crowne who tooke it from my Pillow War When wee with-drew my Liege wee left it heere King The Prince hath ta'ne it hence Goe seeke him out Is hee so hastie that hee doth suppose My sleepe my death Finde him my Lord of Warwick Chide him hither this part of his conioynes With my disease and helpes to end me See Sonnes what things you are How quickly Nature falls into reuolt When Gold becomes her Obiect For this the foolish ouer-carefull Fathers Haue broke their sleepes with thoughts Their braines with care their bones with industry For this they haue ingrossed and pyl'd vp The canker'd heapes of strange-atchieued Gold For this they haue beene thoughtfull to inuest Their Sonnes with Arts and Martiall Exercises When like the Bee culling from euery flower The vertuous Sweetes our Thighes packt with Wax Our Mouthes with Honey wee bring it to the Hiue And like the Bees are murthered for our paines This bitter taste yeelds his engrossements To the ending Father Enter Warwicke Now where is hee that will not stay so long Till his Friend Sicknesse hath determin'd me War My Lord I found the Prince in the next Roome Washing with kindly Teares his gentle Cheekes With such a deepe
me many yeares I should not dye but in Ierusalem Which vainly I suppos'd the Holy-Land But beare me to that Chamber there I le lye In that Ierusalem shall Harry dye Exeunt Actus Quintus Scoena Prima Enter Shallow Silence Falstaffe Bardolfe Page and Dauie Shal. By Cocke and Pye you shall not away to night What Dauy I say Fal. You must excuse me M. Robert Shallow Shal. I will not excuse you you shall not be excused Excuses shall not be admitted there is no excuse shall serue you shall not be excus'd Why Dauie Dauie Heere sir Shal. Dauy Dauy Dauy let me see Dauy let me see William Cooke bid him come hither Sir Iohn you shal not be excus'd Dauy. Marry sir thus those Precepts cannot bee seru'd and againe sir shall we sowe the head-land with Wheate Shal. With red Wheate Dauy. But for William Cook are there no yong Pigeons Dauy. Yes Sir Heere is now the Smithes note for Shooing And Plough-Irons Shal. Let it be cast and payde Sir Iohn you shall not be excus'd Dauy. Sir a new linke to the Bucket must needes bee had And Sir doe you meane to stoppe any of Williams Wages about the Sacke he lost the other day at Hinckley Fayre Shal. He shall answer it Some Pigeons Dauy a couple of short-legg'd Hennes a ioynt of Mutton and any pretty little tine Kickshawes tell William Cooke Dauy. Doth the man of Warre stay all night sir Shal. Yes Dauy I will vse him well A Friend i' th Court is better then a penny in purse Vse his men well Dauy for they are arrant Knaues and will backe-bite Dauy. No worse then they are bitten sir For they haue maruellous fowle linnen Shallow Well conceited Dauy about thy Businesse Dauy. Dauy. I beseech you sir To countenance William Visor of Woncot against Clement Perkes of the hill Shal. There are many Complaints Dauy against that Visor that Visor is an arrant Knaue on my knowledge Dauy. I graunt your Worship that he is a knaue Sir But yet heauen forbid Sir but a Knaue should haue some Countenance at his Friends request An honest man sir is able to speake for himselfe when a Knaue is not I haue seru'd your Worshippe truely sir these eight yeares and if I cannot once or twice in a Quarter beare out a knaue against an honest man I haue but a very litle credite with your Worshippe The Knaue is mine honest Friend Sir therefore I beseech your Worship let him bee Countenanc'd Shal. Go too I say he shall haue no wrong Looke about Dauy. Where are you Sir Iohn Come off with your Boots Giue me your hand M. Bardolfe Bard. I am glad to see your Worship Shal. I thanke thee with all my heart kinde Master Bardolfe and welcome my tall Fellow Come Sir Iohn Falstaffe I le follow you good Master Robert Shallow Bardolfe looke to our Horsses If I were saw'de into Quantities I should make foure dozen of such bearded Hermites staues as Master Shallow It is a wonderfull thing to see the semblable Cohetence of his mens spirits and his They by obseruing of him do beare themselues like foolish Iustices Hee by conuersing with them is turn'd into a Iustice-like Seruingman Their spirits are so married in Coniunction with the participation of Society that they flocke together in consent like so many Wilde-Geese If I had a suite to Mayster Shallow I would humour his men with the imputation of beeing neere their Mayster If to his Men I would currie with Maister Shallow that no man could better command his Seruants It is certaine that either wise bearing or ignorant Carriage is caught as men take diseases one of another therefore let men take heede of their Companie I will deuise matter enough out of this Shallow to keepe Prince Harry in continuall Laughter the wearing out of sixe Fashions which is foure Tearmes or two Actions and he shall laugh with Interuallums O it is much that a Lye with a flight Oath and a iest with â— sadde brow will doe with a Fellow that neuer had the Ache in his shoulders O you shall see him laugh till his Face be like a wet Cloake ill laid vp Shal. Sir Iohn Falst I come Master Shallow I come Master Shallow Exeunt Scena Secunda Enter the Earle of Warwicke and the Lord Chiefe Iustice Warwicke How now my Lord Chiefe Iustice whether away Ch. Iust How doth the King Warw. Exceeding well his Cares Are now all ended Ch. Iust I hope not dead Warw. Hee 's walk'd the way of Nature And to our purposes he liues no more Ch. Iust I would his Maiesty had call'd me with him The seruice that I truly did his life Hath left me open to all iniuries War Indeed I thinke the yong King loues you not Ch. Iust I know he doth not and do arme my selfe To welcome the condition of the Time Which cannot looke more hideously vpon me Then I haue drawne it in my fantasie Enter Iohn of Lancaster Gloucester and Clarence War Heere come the heauy Issue of dead Harrie O that the liuing Harrie had the temper Of him the worst of these three Gentlemen How many Nobles then should hold their places That must strike saile to Spirits of vilde sort Ch. Iust Alas I feare all will be ouer-turn'd Iohn Good morrow Cosin Warwick good morrow Glou. Cla. Good morrow Cosin Iohn We meet like men that had forgot to speake War We do remember but our Argument Is all too heauy to admit much talke Ioh. Well Peace be with him that hath made vs heauy Ch. Iust Peace be with vs least we be heauier Glou. O good my Lord you haue lost a friend indeed And I dare sweare you borrow not that face Of seeming sorrow it is sure your owne Iohn Though no man be assur'd what grace to finde You stand in coldest expectation I am the sorrier would 't were otherwise Cla. Wel you must now speake Sir Iohn Falstaffe faire Which swimmes against your streame of Quality Ch. Iust Sweet Princes what I did I did in Honor Led by th' Imperiall Conduct of my Soule And neuer shall you see that I will begge A ragged and fore-stall'd Remission If Troth and vpright Innocency fayle me I le to the King my Master that is dead And tell him who hath sent me after him War Heere comes the Prince Enter Prince Henrie Ch. Iust Good morrow and heauen saue your Maiesty Prince This new and gorgeous Garment Maiesty Sits not so easie on me as you thinke Brothers you mixe your Sadnesse with some Feare This is the English not the Turkish Court Not Amurah an Amurah succeeds But Harry Harry Yet be sad good Brothers For to speake truth it very well becomes you Sorrow so Royally in you appeares That I will deeply put the Fashion on And weare it in my heart Why then be sad But entertaine no more of it good Brothers Then a ioynt burthen laid vpon vs all For me by Heauen I bid you be
I haue turn'd away my former Selfe So will I those that kept me Companie When thou dost heare I am as I haue bin Approach me and thou shalt be as thou was 't The Tutor and the Feeder of my Riots Till then I banish thee on paine of death As I haue done the rest of my Misleaders Not to come neere our Person by ten mile For competence of life I will allow you That lacke of meanes enforce you not to euill And as we heare you do reforme your selues We will according to your strength and qualities Giue you aduancement Be it your charge my Lord To see perform'd the tenure of our word Set on Exit King Fal. Master Shallow I owe you a thousand pound Shal. I marry Sir Iohn which I beseech you to let me haue home with me Fal. That can hardly be M. Shallow do not you grieue at this I shall be sent for in priuate to him Looke you he must seeme thus to the world feare not your aduancement I will be the man yet that shall make you great Shal. I cannot well perceiue how vnlesse you should giue me your Doublet and stuffe me out with Straw I beseech you good Sir Iohn let mee haue fiue hundred of my thousand Fal. Sir I will be as good as my word This that you heard was but a colour Shall A colour I feare that you will dye in Sir Iohn Fal. Feare no colours go with me to dinner Come Lieutenant Pistol come Bardolfe I shall be sent for soone at night Ch. Iust Go carry Sir Iohn Falstaffe to the Fleete Take all his Company along with him Fal. My Lord my Lord. Ch. Iust I cannot now speake I will heare you soone Take them away Pist Si fortuna me tormento spera me contento Exit Manet Lancaster and Chiefe Iustice Iohn I like this faire proceeding of the Kings He hath intent his wonted Followers Shall all be very well prouided for But all are banisht till their conuersations Appeare more wise and modest to the world Ch. Iust And so they are Iohn The King hath call'd his Parliament My Lord. Ch. Iust He hath Iohn I will lay oddes that ere this yeere expire We beare our Ciuill Swords and Natiue fire As farre as France I heare a Bird so sing Whose Musicke to my thinking pleas'd the King Come will you hence Exeunt FINIS EPILOGVE FIRST my Feare then my Curtsie last my Speech My Feare is your Displeasure My Curtsie my Dutie And my speech to Begge your Pardons If you looke for a good speech now you vndoe me For what I haue to say is of mine owne making and what indeed I should say will I doubt prooue mine owne marring But to the Purpose and so to the Venture Be it knowne to you as it is very well I was lately heere in the end of a displeasing Play to pray your Patience for it and to promise you a Better I did meane indeede to pay you with this which if like an ill Venture it come vnluckily home I breake and you my gentle Creditors lose Heere I promist you I would be and heere I commit my Bodie to your Mercies Bate me some and I will-pay you some and as most Debtors do promise you infinitely If my Tongue cannot entreate you to acquit me will you command me to vse my Legges And yet that were but light payment to Dance out of your debt But a good Conscience will make any possible satisfaction and so will I. All the Gentlewomen heere haue forgiuen me if the Gentlemen will not then the Gentlemen do not agree with the Gentlewowen which was neuer seene before in such an Assembly One word more I beseech you if you be not too much cloid with Fat Meate our humble Author will continue the Story with Sir Iohn in it and make you merry with faire Katherine of France where for any thing I know Falstaffe shall dye of a sweat vnlesse already he be kill'd with your hard Opinions For Old-Castle dyed a Martyr and this is not the man My Tongue is wearie when my Legs are too I will bid you good night and so kneele downe before you But indeed to pray for the Queene THE ACTORS NAMES RVMOVR the Presentor King Henry the Fourth Prince Henry afterwards Crowned King Henrie the Fift Prince Iohn of Lancaster Humphrey of Gloucester Thomas of Clarence Sonnes to Henry the Fourth brethren to Henry 5. Northumberland The Arch Byshop of Yorke Mowbray Hastings Lord Bardolfe Trauers Morton Coleuile Opposites against King Henrie the Fourth Warwicke Westmerland Surrey Gowre Harecourt Lord Chiefe Iustice Of the Kings Partie Pointz Falstaffe Bardolphe Pistoll Peto Page Irregular Humorists Shallow Silence Both Country Iustices Dauie Seruant to Shallow Phang and Snare 2. Sericants Mouldie Shadow Wait. Feeble Bullcalfe Country Soldiers Drawers Beadles Groomes Northumberlands Wife Percies Widdow Hostesse Quickly Doll Teare-sheete Epilogue The Life of Henry the Fift Enter Prologue O For a Muse of Fire that would ascend The brightest Heauen of Inuention A Kingdome for a Stage Princes to Act And Monarchs to behold the swelling Scene Then should the Warlike Harry like himselfe Assume the Port of Mars and at his heeles Leasht in like Hounds should Famine Sword and Fire Crouch for employment But pardon Gentles all The flat vnraysed Spirits that hath dar'd On this vnworthy Scaffold to bring forth So great an Obiect Can this Cock-Pit hold The vastie fields of France Or may we cramme Within this Woodden O the very Caskes That did affright the Ayre at Agincourt O pardon since a crocked Figure may Attest in little place a Million And let vs Cyphers to this great Accompt On your imaginarie Forces worke Suppose within the Girdle of these Walls Are now confin'd two mightie Monarchies Whose high vp-reared and abutting Fronts The perillous narrow Ocean parts asunder Peece out our imperfections with your thoughts Into a thousand parts diuide one Man And make imaginarie Puissance Thinke when we talke of Horses that you see them Printing their prowd Hoofes i' th' receiuing Earth For 't is your thoughts that now must deck our Kings Carry them here and there Iumping o're Times Turning th' accomplishment of many yeeres Into an Howre-glasse for the which supplie Admit me Chorus to this Historie Who Prologue-like your humble patience pray Gently to heare kindly to iudge our Play Exit Actus Primus Scoena Prima Enter the two Bishops of Canterbury and Ely Bish Cant. MY Lord I le tell you that selfe Bill is vrg'd Which in th' eleuēth yere of y e last Kings reign Was like and had indeed against vs past But that the scambling and vnquiet time Did push it out of farther question Bish Ely But how my Lord shall we resist is now Bish Cant. It must be thought on if it passe against vs We loose the better halfe of our Possession For all the Temporall Lands which men deuout By Testament haue giuen to the Church Would they strip from vs
Planets in the Heauens A farre more glorious Starre thy Soule will make Then Iulius Caesar bright Enter a Messenger Mess My honourable Lords health to you all Sad tidings bring I to you out of France Of losse of slaughter and discomfiture Guyen Champaigne Rheimes Orleance Paris Guysors Poictiers are all quite lost Bedf. What say'st thou man before dead Henry's Coarse Speake softly or the losse of those great Townes Will make him burst his Lead and rise from death Glost. Is Paris lost is Roan yeelded vp If Henry were recall'd to life againe These news would cause him once more yeeld the Ghost Exe. How were they lost what trecherie was vs'd Mess No trecherie but want of Men and Money Amongst the Souldiers this is muttered That here you maintaine seuerall Factions And whil'st a Field should be dispatcht and fought You are disputing of your Generals One would haue lingring Warres with little cost Another would flye swift but wanteth Wings A third thinkes without expence at all By guilefull faire words Peace may be obtayn'd Awake awake English Nobilitie Let not slouth dimme your Honors new begot Cropt are the Flower-de-Luces in your Armes Of Englands Coat one halfe is cut away Exe. Were our Teares wanting to this Funerall These Tidings would call forth her flowing Tides Bedf. Me they concerne Regent I am of France Giue me my steeled Coat I le fight for France Away with these disgracefull wayling Robes Wounds will I lend the French in stead of Eyes To weepe their intermissiue Miseries Enter to them another Messenger Mess Lords view these Letters full of bad mischance France is reuolted from the English quite Except some petty Townes of no import The Dolphin Charles is crowned King in Rheimes The Bastard of Orleance with him is ioyn'd Reynold Duke of Aniou doth take his part The Duke of Alanson flyeth to his side Exit Exe. The Dolphin crown'd King all flye to him O whither shall we flye from this reproach Glost We will not flye but to our enemies throats Bedford if thou be slacke I le fight it out Bed Gloster why doubtst thou of my forwardnesse An Army haue I muster'd in my thoughts Wherewith already France is ouer-run Enter another Messenger Mes My gracious Lords to adde to your laments Wherewith you now bedew King Henries hearse I must informe you of a dismall fight Betwixt the stout Lord Talbot and the French Win. What wherein Talbot ouercame is' t so 3. Mes O no wherein Lord Talbot was o'rethrown The circumstance I le tell you more at large The tenth of August last this dreadfull Lord Retyring from the Siege of Orleance Hauing full scarce six thousand in his troupe By three and twentie thousand of the French Was round incompassed and set vpon No leysure had he to enranke his men He wanted Pikes to set before his Archers In stead whereof sharpe Stakes pluckt out of Hedges They pitched in the ground confusedly To keepe the Horsemen off from breaking in More then three houres the fight continued Where valiant Talbot aboue humane thought Enacted wonders with his Sword and Lance. Hundreds he sent to Hell and none durst stand him Here there and euery where enrag'd he slew The French exclaym'd the Deuill was in Armes All the whole Army stood agaz'd on him His Souldiers spying his vndaunted Spirit A Talbot a Talbot cry'd out amaine And rusht into the Bowels of the Battaile Here had the Conquest fully been seal'd vp If Sir Iohn Falstaffe had not play'd the Coward He being in the Vauward plac't behinde With purpose to relieue and follow them Cowardly fled not hauing struck one stroake Hence grew the generall wrack and massacre Enclosed were they with their Enemies A base Wallon to win the Dolphins grace Thrust Talbot with a Speare into the Back Whom all France with their chiefe assembled strength Durst not presume to looke once in the face Bedf. Is Talbot slaine then I will slay my selfe For liuing idly here in pompe and ease Whil'st such a worthy Leader wanting ayd Vnto his dastard foe-men is betray'd 3. Mess O no he liues but is tooke Prisoner And Lord Scales with him and Lord Hungerforâ— Most of the rest slaughter'd or tooke likewise Bedf. His Ransome there is none but I shall pay I le hale the Dolphin headlong from his Throne His Crowne shall be the Ransome of my friend Foure of their Lords I le change for one of ours Farwell my Masters to my Taske will I Bonfires in France forthwith I am to make To keepe our great Saint Georges Feast withall Ten thousand Souldiers with me I will take Whose bloody deeds shall make all Europe quake 3. Mess So you had need for Orleance is besieg'd The English Army is growne weake and faint The Earle of Salisbury craueth supply And hardly keepes his men from mutinie Since they so few watch such a multitude Exe. Remember Lords your Oathes to Henry sworne Eyther to quell the Dolphin vtterly Or bring him in obedience to your yoake Bedf. I doe remember it and here take my leaue To goe about my preparation Exit Bedford Glost I le to the Tower with all the hast I can To view th' Artillerie and Munition And then I will proclayme young Henry King Exit Gloster Exe. To Eltam will I where the young King is Being ordayn'd his speciall Gouernor And for his safetie there I le best deuise Exit Winch. Each hath his Place and Function to attend I am left out for me nothing remaines But long I will not be Iack out of Office The King from Eltam I intend to send And sit at chiefest Sterne of publique Weale Exit Sound a Flourish Enter Charles Alanson and Reigneir marching with Drum and Souldiers Charles Mars his true mouing euen as in the Heauens So in the Earth to this day is not knowne Late did he shine vpon the English side Now we are Victors vpon vs he smiles What Townes of any moment but we haue At pleasure here we lye neere Orleance Otherwhiles the famisht English like pale Ghosts Faintly besiege vs one houre in a moneth Alan They want their Porredge their fat Bul Beeues Eyther they must be dyeted like Mules And haue their Prouender ty'd to their mouthes Or pitteous they will looke like drowned Mice Reigneir Let 's rayse the Siege why liue we idly here Talbot is taken whom we wont to feare Remayneth none but mad-brayn'd Salisbury And he may well in fretting spend his gall Nor men nor Money hath he to make Warre Charles Sound sound Alarum we will rush on them Now for the honour of the forlorne French Him I forgiue my death that killeth me When he sees me goe back one foot or flye Exeunt Here Alarum they are beaten back by the English with great losse Enter Charles Alarson and Reigneir Charles Who euer saw the like what men haue I Dogges Cowards Dastards I would ne're haue fled But that they left me ' midst my Enemies Reigneir Salisbury
may not open The Cardinall of Winchester forbids From him I haue expresse commandement That thou nor none of thine shall be let in Glost Faint-hearted Wooduile prizest him 'fore me Arrogant Winchester that haughtie Prelate Whom Henry our late Soueraigne ne're could brooke Thou art no friend to God or to the King Open the Gates or I le shut thee out shortly Seruingmen Open the Gates vnto the Lord Protector Or wee 'le burst them open if that you come not quickly Enter to the Protector at the Tower Gates Winchester and his men in Tawney Coates Winchest How now ambitious Vmpheir what meanes this Glost Piel'd Priest doo'st thou command me to be shut out Winch. I doe thou most vsurping Proditor And not Protector of the King or Realme Glost Stand back thou manifest Conspirator Thou that contriued'st to murther our dead Lord Thou that giu'st Whores Indulgences to sinne I le canuas thee in thy broad Cardinalls Hat If thou proceed in this thy insolence Winch. Nay stand thou back I will not budge a foot This be Damascus be thou cursed Cain To slay thy Brother Abel if thou wilt Glost I will not slay thee but I le driue thee back Thy Scarlet Robes as a Childs bearing Cloth I le vse to carry thee out of this place Winch. Doe what thou dar'st I beard thee to thy face Glost What am I dar'd and bearded to my face Draw men for all this priuiledged place Blew Coats to Tawny Coats Priest beware your Beard I meane to tugge it and to cuffe you soundly Vnder my feet I stampe thy Cardinalls Hat In spight of Pope or dignities of Church Here by the Cheekes I le drag thee vp and downe Winch. Gloster thou wilt answere this before the Pope Glost Winchester Goose I cry a Rope a Rope Now beat them hence why doe you let them stay Thee I le chase hence thou Wolfe in Sheepes array Out Tawney-Coates out Scarlet Hypocrite Here Glosters men beat out the Cardinalls men and enter in the hurly-burly the Maior of London and his Officers Maior Fye Lords that you being supreme Magistrates Thus contumeliously should breake the Peace Glost Peace Maior thou know'st little of my wrongs Here 's Beauford that regards nor God nor King Hath here distrayn'd the Tower to his vse Winch. Here 's Gloster a Foe to Citizens One that still motions Warre and neuer Peace O're-charging your free Purses with large Fines That seekes to ouerthrow Religion Because he is Protector of the Realme And would haue Armour here out of the Tower To Crowne himselfe King and suppresse the Prince Glost I will not answer thee with words but blowes Here they skirmish againe Maior Naught rests for me in this tumultuous strife But to make open Proclamation Come Officer as lowd as e're thou canst cry All manner of men assembled here in Armes this day against Gods Peace and the Kings wee charge and command you in his Highnesse Name to repayre to your seuerall dwelling places and not to weare handle or vse any Sword Weapon or Dagger hence-forward vpon paine of death Glost Cardinall I le be no breaker of the Law But we shall meet and breake our minds at large Winch. Gloster wee 'le meet to thy cost be sure Thy heart-blood I will haue for this dayes worke Maior I le call for Clubs if you will not away This Cardinall 's more haughtie then the Deuill Glost Maior farewell thou doo'st but what thou may'st Winch. Abhominable Gloster guard thy Head For I intend to haue it ere long Exeunt Maior See the Coast clear'd and then we will depart Good God these Nobles should such stomacks beare I my selfe fight not once in fortie yeere Exeunt Enter the Master Gunner of Orleance and his Boy M. Gunner Sirrha thou know'st how Orleance is besieg'd And how the English haue the Suburbs wonne Boy Father I know and oft haue shot at them How e're vnfortunate I miss'd my ayme M. Gunner But now thou shalt not Be thou rul'd by me Chiefe Master Gunner am I of this Towne Something I must doe to procure me grace The Princes espyals haue informed me How the English in the Suburbs close entrencht Went through a secret Grate of Iron Barres In yonder Tower to ouer-peere the Citie And thence discouer how with most aduantage They may vex vs with Shot or with Assault To intercept this inconuenience A Peece of Ordnance ' gainst it I haue plac'd And euen these three dayes haue I watcht If I could see them Now doe thou watch For I can stay no longer If thou spy'st any runne and bring me word And thou shalt finde me at the Gouernors Exit Boy Father I warrant you take you no care I le neuer trouble you if I may spye them Exit Enter Salisbury and Talbot on the Turrets with others Salisb. Talbot my life my ioy againe return'd How wert thou handled being Prisoner Or by what meanes got's thou to be releas'd Discourse I prethee on this Turrets top Talbot The Earle of Bedford had a Prisoner Call'd the braue Lord Ponton de Sautrayle For him was I exchang'd and ransom'd But with a baser man of Armes by farre Once in contempt they would haue barter'd me Which I disdaining scorn'd and craued death Rather then I would be so pil'd esteem'd In fine redeem'd I was as I desir'd But O the trecherous Falstaffe wounds my heart Whom with my bare fists I would execute If I now had him brought into my power Salisb. Yet tell'st thou not how thou wert entertain'd Tal. With scoffes and scornes and contumelious taunts In open Market-place produc't they me To be a publique spectacle to all Here sayd they is the Terror of the French The Scar-Crow that affrights our Children so Then broke I from the Officers that led me And with my nayles digg'd stones out of the ground To hurle at the beholders of my shame My grisly countenance made others flye None durst come neere for feare of suddaine death In Iron Walls they deem'd me not secure So great feare of my Name ' mongst them were spread That they suppos'd I could rend Barres of Steele And spurne in pieces Posts of Adamant Wherefore a guard of chosen Shot I had That walkt about me euery Minute while And if I did but stirre out of my Bed Ready they were to shoot me to the heart Enter the Boy with a Linstock Salisb. I grieue to heare what torments you endur'd But we will be reueng'd sufficiently Now it is Supper time in Orleance Here through this Grate I count each one And view the Frenchmen how they fortifie Let vs looke in the sight will much delight thee Sir Thomas Gargraue and Sir William Glandsdale Let me haue your expresse opinions Where is best place to make our Batt'ry next Gargraue I thinke at the North Gate for there stands Lords Glansdale And 〈◊〉 heere at the Bulwarke of the Bridge Talb. For ought I see this Citie must be famisht Or with light Skirmishes
restor'd thou art a Yeoman Yorke My Father was attached not attainted Condemn'd to dye for Treason but no Traytor And that I le proue on better men then Somerset Were growing time once ripened to my will For your partaker Poole and you your selfe I le note you in my Booke of Memorie To scourge you for this apprehension Looke to it well and say you are well warn'd Som. Ah thou shalt finde vs ready for thee still And know vs by these Colours for thy Foes For these my friends in spight of thee shall weare Yorke And by my Soule this pale and angry Rose As Cognizance of my blood-drinking hate Will I for euer and my Faction weare Vntill it wither with me to my Graue Or flourish to the height of my Degree Suff. Goe forward and be choak'd with thy ambition And so farwell vntill I meet thee next Exit Som. Haue with thee Poole Farwell ambitious Richard Exit Yorke How I am brau'd and must perforce endure it Warw. This blot that they obiect against your House Shall be whipt out in the next Parliament Call'd for the Truce of Winchester and Gloucester And if thou be not then created Yorke I will not liue to be accounted Warwicke Meane time in signall of my loue to thee Against prowd Somerset and William Poole Will I vpon thy partie weare this Rose And here I prophecie this brawle to day Growne to this faction in the Temple Garden Shall send betweene the Red-Rose and the White A thousand Soules to Death and deadly Night Yorke Good Master Vernon I am bound to you That you on my behalfe would pluck a Flower Ver. In your behalfe still will I weare the same Lawyer And so will I. Yorke Thankes gentle Come let vs foure to Dinner I dare say This Quarrell will drinke Blood another day Exeunt Enter Mortimer brought in a Chayre and Iaylors Mort. Kind Keepers of my weake decaying Age Let dying Mortimer here rest himselfe Euen like a man new haled from the Wrack So fare my Limbes with long Imprisonment And these gray Locks the Pursuiuants of death Nestor-like aged in an Age of Care Argue the end of Edmund Mortimer These Eyes like Lampes whose wasting Oyle is spent Waxe dimme as drawing to their Exigent Weake Shoulders ouer-borne with burthening Griefe And pyth-lesse Armes like to a withered Vine That droupes his sappe-lesse Branches to the ground Yet are these Feet whose strength-lesse stay is numme Vnable to support this Lumpe of Clay Swift-winged with desire to get a Graue As witting I no other comfort haue But tell me Keeper will my Nephew come Keeper Richard Plantagenet my Lord will come We sent vnto the Temple vnto his Chamber And answer was return'd that he will come Mort. Enough my Soule shall then be satisfied Poore Gentleman his wrong doth equall mine Since Henry Monmouth first began to reigne Before whose Glory I was great in Armes This loathsome sequestration haue I had And euen since then hath Richard beene obscur'd Depriu'd of Honor and Inheritance But now the Arbitrator of Despaires Iust Death kinde Vmpire of mens miseries With sweet enlargement doth dismisse me hence I would his troubles likewise were expir'd That so he might recouer what was lost Enter Richard Keeper My Lord your louing Nephew now is come Mor. Richard Plantagenet my friend is he come Rich. I Noble Vnckle thus ignobly vs'd Your Nephew late despised Richard comes Mort. Direct mine Armes I may embrace his Neck And in his Bosome spend my latter gaspe Oh tell me when my Lippes doe touch his Cheekes That I may kindly giue one fainting Kisse And now declare sweet Stem from Yorkes great Stock Why didst thou say of late thou wert despis'd Rich. First leane thine aged Back against mine Arme And in that ease I le tell thee my Disease This day in argument vpon a Case Some words there grew 'twixt Somerset and me Among which tearmes he vs'd his lauish tongue And did vpbrayd me with my Fathers death Which obloquie set barres before my tongue Else with the like I had requited him Therefore good Vnckle for my Fathers sake In honor of a true Plantagenet And for Alliance sake declare the cause My Father Earle of Cambridge lost his Head Mort. That cause faire Nephew that imprison'd me And hath detayn'd me all my flowring Youth Within a loathsome Dungeon there to pyne Was cursed Instrument of his decease Rich. Discouer more at large what cause that was For I am ignorant and cannot guesse Mort. I will if that my fading breath permit And Death approach not ere my Tale be done Henry the Fourth Grandfather to this King Depos'd his Nephew Richard Edwards Sonne The first begotten and the lawfull Heire Of Edward King the Third of that Descent During whose Reigne the Percies of the North Finding his Vsurpation most vniust Endeuour'd my aduancement to the Throne The reason mou'd these Warlike Lords to this Was for that young Richard thus remou'd Leauing no Heire begotten of his Body I was the next by Birth and Parentage For by my Mother I deriued am From Lionel Duke of Clarence third Sonne To King Edward the Third whereas hee From Iohn of Gaunt doth bring his Pedigree Being but fourth of that Heroick Lyne But marke as in this haughtie great attempt They laboured to plant the rightfull Heire I lost my Libertie and they their Liues Long after this when Henry the Fift Succeeding his Father Bullingbrooke did reigne Thy Father Earle of Cambridge then deriu'd From famous Edmund Langley Duke of Yorke Marrying my Sister that thy Mother was Againe in pitty of my hard distresse Leuied an Army weening to redeeme And haue install'd me in the Diademe But as the rest so fell that Noble Earle And was beheaded Thus the Mortimers In whom the Title rested were supprest Rich. Of which my Lord your Honor is the last Mort. True and thou seest that I no Issue haue And that my fainting words doe warrant death Thou art my Heire the rest I wish thee gather But yet be wary in thy studious care Rich. Thy graue admonishments preuayle with me But yet me thinkes my Fathers execution Was nothing lesse then bloody Tyranny Mort. With silence Nephew be thou pollitick Strong fixed is the House of Lancaster And like a Mountaine not to be remou'd But now thy Vnckle is remouing hence As Princes doe their Courts when they are cloy'd With long continuance in a setled place Rich. O Vnckle would some part of my young yeeres Might but redeeme the passage of your Age. Mort. Thou do'st then wrong me as y t slaughterer doth Which giueth many Wounds when one will kill Mourne not except thou sorrow for my good Onely giue order for my Funerall And so farewell and faire be all thy hopes And prosperous be thy Life in Peace and Warre Dyes Rich. And Peace no Warre befall thy parting Soule In Prison hast thou spent a Pilgrimage And like a Hermite ouer-past thy dayes Well I will locke his
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
my leaue of thee faire Sonne Borne to eclipse thy Life this afternoone Come side by side together liue and dye And Soule with Soule from France to Heauen flye Exit Alarum Excursions wherein Talbots Sonne is hemm'd about and Talbot rescues him Talb. Saint George and Victory fight Souldiers fight The Regent hath with Talbot broke his word And left vs to the rage of France his Sword Where is Iohn Talbot pawse and take thy breath I gaue thee Life and rescu'd thee from Death Iohn O twice my Father twice am I thy Sonne The Life thou gau'st me first was lost and done Till with thy Warlike Sword despight of Fate To my determin'd time thou gau'st new date Talb. When frō the Dolphins Crest thy Sword struck fire It warm'd thy Fathers heart with prowd desire Of bold-fac't Victorie Then Leaden Age Quicken'd with Youthfull Spleene and Warlike Rage Beat downe Alanson Orleance Burgundie And from the Pride of Gallia rescued thee The irefull Bastard Orleance that drew blood From thee my Boy and had the Maidenhood Of thy first fight I soone encountred And interchanging blowes I quickly shed Some of his Bastard blood and in disgrace Bespoke him thus Contaminated base And mis-begotten blood I spill of thine Meane and right poore for that pure blood of mine Which thou didst force from Talbot my braue Boy Here purposing the Bastard to destroy Came in strong rescue Speake thy Fathers care Art thou not wearie Iohn How do'st thou fare Wilt thou yet leaue the Battaile Boy and flie Now thou art seal'd the Sonne of Chiualrie Flye to reuenge my death when I am dead The helpe of one stands me in little stead Oh too much folly is it well I wot To hazard all our liues in one small Boat If I to day dye not with Frenchmens Rage To morrow I shall dye with mickle Age. By me they nothing gaine and if I stay 'T is but the shortning of my Life one day In thee thy Mother dyes our Households Name My Deaths Reuenge thy Youth and Englands Fame All these and more we hazard by thy stay All these are sau'd if thou wilt flye away Iohn The Sword of Orleance hath not made me smart These words of yours draw Life-blood from my Heart On that aduantage bought with such a shame To saue a paltry Life and slay bright Fame Before young Talbot from old Talbot flye The Coward Horse that beares me fall and dye And like me to the pesant Boyes of France To be Shames scorne and subiect of Mischance Surely by all the Glorie you haue wonne And if I flye I am not Talbots Sonne Then talke no more of flight it is no boot If Sonne to Talbot dye at Talbots foot Talb. Then follow thou thy desp'rate Syre of Creet Thou Icarus thy Life to me is sweet If thou wilt fight fight by thy Fathers side And commendable prou'd let 's dye in pride Exit Alarum Excursions Enter old Talbot led Talb. Where is my other Life mine owne is gone O where 's young Talbot where is valiant Iohn Triumphant Death smear'd with Captiuitie Young Talbots Valour makes me smile at thee When he perceiu'd me shrinke and on my Knee His bloodie Sword he brandisht ouer mee And like a hungry Lyon did commence Rough deeds of Rage and sterne Impatience But when my angry Guardant stood alone Tendring my ruine and assayl'd of none Dizzie-ey'd Furie and great rage of Heart Suddenly made him from my side to start Into the clustring Battaile of the French And in that Sea of Blood my Boy did drench His ouer-mounting Spirit and there di'de My Icarus my Blossome in his pride Enter with Iohn Talbot borne Seru. O my deare Lord loe where your Sonne is borne Tal. Thou antique Death which laugh'st vs here to scorn Anon from thy insulting Tyrannie Coupled in bonds of perpetuitie Two Talbots winged through the lither Skie In thy despight shall scape Mortalitie O thou whose wounds become hard fauoured death Speake to thy father ere thou yeeld thy breath Braue death by speaking whither he will or no Imagine him a Frenchman and thy Foe Poore Boy he smiles me thinkes as who should say Had Death bene French then Death had dyed to day Come come and lay him in his Fathers armes My spirit can no longer beare these harmes Souldiers adieu I haue what I would haue Now my old armes are yong Iohn Talbots graue Dyes Enter Charles Alanson Burgundie Bastard and Pucell Char. Had Yorke and Somerset brought rescue in We should haue found a bloody day of this Bast How the yong whelpe of Talbots raging wood Did flesh his punie-sword in Frenchmens blood Puc Once I encountred him and thus I said Thou Maiden youth be vanquisht by a Maide But with a proud Maiesticall high scorne He answer'd thus Yong Talbot was not borne To be the pillage of a Giglot Wench So rushing in the bowels of the French He left me proudly as vnworthy fight Bur. Doubtlesse he would haue made a noble Knight See where he lyes inherced in the armes Of the most bloody Nursser of his harmes Bast Hew them to peeces hack their bones assunder Whose life was Englands glory Gallia's wonder Char. Oh no forbeare For that which we haue fled During the life let vs not wrong it dead Enter Lucie Lu. Herald conduct me to the Dolphins Tent To know who hath obtain'd the glory of the day Char. On what submissiue message art thou sent Lucy Submission Dolphin Ti◠a meere French word We English Warriours wot not what it meanes I come to know what Prisoner thou hast tane And to suruey the bodies of the dead Char. For prisoners askst thou Hell our prison is But tell me whom thou seek'st Luc. But where 's the great Alcides of the field Valiant Lord Talbot Earle of Shrewsbury Created for his rare successe in Armes Great Earle of Washford Waterford and Valence Lord Talbot of Goodrig and Vrchinfield Lord Strange of Blackmere Lord Verdon of Alton Lord Cromwell of Wingefield Lord Furniuall of Sheffeild The thrice victorious Lord of Falconbridge Knight of the Noble Order of S. George Worthy S. Michael and the Golden Fleece Great Marshall to Henry the sixt Of all his Warres within the Realme of France Puc Heere 's a silly stately stile indeede The Turke that two and fiftie Kingdomes hath Writes not so tedious a Stile as this Him that thou magnifi'st with all these Titles Stinking and fly-blowne lyes heere at our feete Lucy Is Talbot slaine the Frenchmens only Scourge Your Kingdomes terror and blacke Nemesis Oh were mine eye-balles into Bullets turn'd That I in rage might shoot them at your faces Oh that I could but call these dead to life It were enough to fright the Realme of France Were but his Picture left amongst you here It would amaze the prowdest of you all Giue me their Bodyes that I may beare them hence And giue them Buriall as beseemes their worth Pucel I thinke this vpstart is old Talbots
Ghost He speakes with such a proud commanding spirit For Gods sake let him haue him to keepe them here They would but stinke and putrifie the ayre Char. Go take their bodies hence Lucy I le beare them hence but from their ashes shal be reard A Phoenix that shall make all France affear'd Char. So we be rid of them do with him what y u wilt And now to Paris in this conquering vaine All will be ours now bloody Talbots slaine Exit Scena secunda SENNET Enter King Glocester and Exeter King Haue you perus'd the Letters from the Pope The Emperor and the Earle of Arminack Glo. I haue my Lord and their intent is this They humbly sue vnto your Excellence To haue a godly peace concluded of Betweene the Realmes of England and of France King How doth your Grace affect their motion Glo. Well my good Lord and as the only meanes To stop effusion of our Christian blood And stablish quietnesse on euery side King I marry Vnckle for I alwayes thought It was both impious and vnnaturall That such immanity and bloody strife Should reigne among Professors of one Faith Glo. Beside my Lord the sooner to effect And surer binde this knot of amitie The Earle of Arminacke neere knit to Charles A man of great Authoritie in France Proffers his onely daughter to your Grace In marriage with a large and sumptuous Dowrie King Marriage Vnckle Alas my yeares are yong And fitter is my studie and my Bookes Than wanton dalliance with a Paramour Yet call th' Embassadors and as you please So let them haue their answeres euery one I shall be well content with any choyce Tends to Gods glory and my Countries weale Enter Winchester and three Ambassadors Exet. What is my Lord of Winchester install'd And call'd vnto a Cardinalls degree Then I perceiue that will be verified Henry the Fift did sometime prophesie If once he come to be a Cardinall Hee 'l make his cap coequall with the Crowne King My Lords Ambassadors your seuerall suites Haue bin consider'd and debated on Your purpose is both good and reasonable And therefore are we certainly resolu'd To draw conditions of a friendly peace Which by my Lord of Winchester we meane Shall be transported presently to France Glo. And for the proffer of my Lord your Master I haue inform'd his Highnesse so at large As liking of the Ladies vertuous gifts Her Beauty and the valew of her Dower He doth intend she shall be Englands Queene King In argument and proofe of which contract Beare her this Iewell pledge of my affection And so my Lord Protector see them guarded And safely brought to Douer wherein ship'd Commit them to the fortune of the sea Exeunt Win. Stay my Lord Legate you shall first receiue The summe of money which I promised Should be deliuered to his Holinesse For cloathing me in these graue Ornaments Legat. I will attend vpon your Lordships leysure Win. Now Winchester will not submit I trow Or be inferiour to the proudest Peere Humfrey of Gloster thou shalt well perceiue That neither in birth or for authoritie The Bishop will be ouer-borne by thee I le either make thee stoope and bend thy knee Or sacke this Country with a mutiny Exeunt Scoena Tertia Enter Charles Burgundy Alanson Bastard Reignier and Ione Char. These newes my Lords may cheere our drooping spirits 'T is said the stout Parisians do reuolt And turne againe vnto the warlike French Alan Then march to Paris Royall Charles of France And keepe not backe your powers in dalliance Pucel Peace be amongst them if they turne to vs Else ruine combate with their Pallaces Enter Scout Scout Successe vnto our valiant Generall And happinesse to his accomplices Char. What tidings send our Scouts I prethee speak Scout The English Army that diuided was Into two parties is now conioyn'd in one And meanes to giue you battell presently Char. Somewhat too sodaine Sirs the warning is But we will presently prouide for them Bur. I trust the Ghost of Talbot is not there Now he is gone my Lord you neede not feare Pucel Of all base passions Feare is most accurst Command the Conquest Charles it shall be thine Let Henry fret and all the world repine Char. Then on my Lords and France be fortunate Exeunt Alarum Excursions Enter Ione de Pucell Puc The Regent conquers and the Frenchmen flye Now helpe ye charming Spelles and Periapts And ye choise spirits that admonish me And giue me signes of future accidents Thunder You speedy helpers that are substitutes Vnder the Lordly Monarch of the North Appeare and ayde me in this enterprize Enter Fiends This speedy and quicke appearance argues proofe Of your accustom'd diligence to me Now ye Familiar Spirits that are cull'd Out of the powerfull Regions vnder earth Helpe me this once that France may get the field They walke and speake not Oh hold me not with silenee ouer-long Where I was wont to feed you with my blood I le lopâ— member off and giue it you In earnest of a further benefit So you do condiscend to helpe me now They hang their heads No hope to haue redresse My body shall Pay recompence if you will graunt my suite They shake their heads Cannot my body nor blood-sacrifice Intreate you to your wonted furtherance Then take my soule my body soule and all Before that England giue the French the foyle They depart See they forsake me Now the time is come That France must vale her lofty plumed Crest And let her head fall into Englands lappe My ancient Incantations are too weake And hell too strong for me to buckle with Now France thy glory droopcth to the dust Exit Excursions Burgundie and Yorke fight hand to hand French flye Yorke Damsell of France I thinke I haue you fast Vnchaine your spirits now with spelling Charmes And try if they can gaine your liberty A goodly prize fit for the diuels grace See how the vgly Witch doth bend her browes As if with Circe she would change my shape Puc Chang'd to a worser shape thou canst not be Yor. Oh Charles the Dolphin is a proper man No shape but his can please your dainty eye Puc A plaguing mischeefe light on Charles and thee And may ye both be sodainly surpriz'd By bloudy hands in sleeping on your beds Yorke Fell banning Hagge Inchantresse hold thy tongue Puc I prethee giue me leaue to curse awhile Yorke Curse Miscreant when thou comst to the stake Exeunt Alarum Enter Suffolke with Margaret in his hand Suff. Be what thou wilt thou art my prisoner Gazes on her Oh Fairest Beautie do not feare nor flye For I will touch thee but with reuerend hands I kisse these fingers for eternall peace And lay them gently on thy tender side Who art thou say that I may honor thee Mar. Margaret my name and daughter to a King The King of Naples who so ere thou art Suff. An Earle I am and Suffolke am I call'd Be not offended
As thou art Knight neuer to disobey Nor be Rebellious to the Crowne of England Thou nor thy Nobles to the Crowne of England So now dismisse your Army when ye please Hang vp your Ensignes let your Drummes be still For heere we entertaine a solemne peace Exeunt Actus Quintus Enter Suffolke in conference with the King Glocester and Exeter King Your wondrous rare description noble Earle Of beauteous Margaret hath astonish'd me Her vertues graced with externall gifts Do breed Loues setled passions in my heart And like as rigour of tempestuous gustes Prouokes the mightiest Hulke against the tide So am I driuen by breath of her Renowne Either to suffer Shipwracke or arriue Where I may haue fruition of her Loue. Suf. Tush my good Lord this superficiall tale Is but a preface of her worthy praise The cheefe perfections of that louely Dame Had I sufficient skill to vtter them Would make a volume of inticing lines Able to rauish any dull conceit And which is more she is not so Diuine So full repleate with choice of all delights But with as humble lowlinesse of minde She is content to be at your command Command I meane of Vertuous chaste intents To Loue and Honor Henry as her Lord. King And otherwise will Henry ne're presume Therefore my Lord Protector giue consent That Marg'ret may be Englands Royall Queene Glo. So should I giue consent to flatter sinne You know my Lord your Highnesse is betroath'd Vnto another Lady of esteeme How shall we then dispense with that contract And not deface your Honor with reproach Suf. As doth a Ruler with vnlawfull Oathes Or one that at a Triumph hauing vow'd To try his strength forsaketh yet the Listes By reason of his Aduersaries oddes A poore Earles daughter is vnequall oddes And therefore may be broâ—e without offence Gloucester Why what I pray is Margaret more then that Her Father is no better than an Earle Although in glorious Titles he excell Suf. Yes my Lord her Father is a King The King of Naples and Ierusalem And of such great Authoritie in France As his alliance will confirme our peace And keepe the Frenchmen in Allegeance Glo. And so the Earle of Arminacke may doe Because he is neere Kinsman vnto Charles Exet. Beside his wealth doth warrant a liberal dower Where Reignier sooner will receyue than giue Suf. A Dowre my Lords Disgrace not so your King That he should be so abiect base and poore To choose for wealth and not for perfect Loue. Henry is able to enrich his Queene And not to seeke a Queene to make him rich So worthlesse Pezants bargaine for their Wiues As Market men for Oxen Sheepe or Horse Marriage is a matter of more worth Then to be dealt in by Atturney-ship Not whom we will but whom his Grace affects Must be companion of his Nuptiall bed And therefore Lords since he affects her most Most of all these reasons bindeth vs In our opinions she should be preferr'd For what is wedloeke forced but a Hell An Age of discord and continuall strife Whereas the contrarie bringeth blisse And is a patterne of Celestiall peace Whom should we match with Henry being a King But Margaret that is daughter to a King Her peerelesse feature ioyned with her birth Approues her sit for none but for a King Her valiant courage and vndaunted spirit More then in women commonly is seene Will answer our hope in issue of a King For Henry sonne vnto a Conqueror Is likely to beget more Conquerors If with a Lady of so high resolue As is faire Margaret he be link'd in loue Then yeeld my Lords and heere conclude with mee That Margaret shall be Queene and none but shee King Whether it be through force of your report My Noble Lord of Suffolke Or for that My tender youth was neuer yet attaint With any passion of inflaming Ioue I cannot tell but this I am assur'd I feele such sharpe dissention in my breast Such fierce alarums both of Hope and Feare As I am sicke with working of my thoughts Take therefore shipping poste my Lord to France Agree to any couenants and procure That Lady Margaret do vouchsafe to come To crosse the Seas to England and be crown'd King Henries faithfull and annointed Queene For your expences and sufficient charge Among the people gather vp a tenth Be gone I say for till you do returne I rest perplexed with a thousand Cares And you good Vnckle banish all offence If you do censure me by what you were Not what you are I know it will excuse This sodaine execution of my will And so conduct me where from company I may reuolue and ruminate my greefe Exit Glo. I greefe I feare me both at first and last Exit Glocester Suf. Thus Suffolke hath preuail'd and thus he goes As did the youthfull Paris once to Greece With hope to finde the like euent in loue But prosper better than the Troian did Margaret shall now be Queene and rule the King But I will rule both her the King and Realme Exit FINIS The second Part of Henry the Sixt with the death of the Good Duke HVMFREY Actus Primus Scoena Prima Flourish of Trumpets Then Hoboyes Enter King Duke Humfrey Salisbury Warwicke and Beauford on the one side The Queene Suffolke Yorke Somerset and Buckingham on the other Suffolke AS by your high Imperiall Maiesty I had in charge at my depart for France As Procurator to your Excellence To marry Princes Margaret for your Grace So in the Famous Ancient City Toures In presence of the Kings of France and Sicill The Dukes of Orleance Calaber Britaigne and Alanson Seuen Earles twelue Barons twenty reuerend Bishops I haue perform'd my Taske and was espous'd And humbly now vpon my bended knee In sight of England and her Lordly Peeres Deliuer vp my Title in the Queene To your most gracious hands that are the Substance Of that great Shadow I did represent The happiest Gift that euer Marquesse gaue The Fairest Queene that euer King receiu'd King Suffolke arise Welcome Queene Margaret I can expresse no kinder signe of Loue Then this kinde kisse O Lord that lends me life Lend me a heart repleate with thankfulnesse For thou hast giuen me in this beauteous Face A world of earthly blessings to my soule If Simpathy of Loue vnite our thoughts Queen Great King of England my gracious Lord The mutuall conference that my minde hath had By day by night waking and in my dreames In Courtly company or at my Beades With you mine Alder liefest Soueraigne Makes me the bolder to salute my King With ruder termes such as my wit affoords And ouer ioy of heart doth minister King Her sight did rauish but her grace in Speech Her words yclad with wisedomes Maiesty Makes me from Wondring fall to Weeping ioyes Such is the Fulnesse of my hearts content Lords with one cheerefull voice Welcome my Loue. All kneel Long liue Qu. Margaret Englands happines Queene We thanke
rend thy Beare And tread it vnder foot with all contempt Despight the Bearard that protects the Beare Yo. Clif. And so to Armes victorious Father To quell the Rebels and their Complices Rich. Fie Charitie for shame speake not in spight For you shall sup with Iesu Christ to night Yo Clif. Foule stygmaticke that 's more then thou canst tell Ric. If not in heauen you 'l surely sup in hell Exeunt Enter Warwicke War Clifford of Cumberland 't is Warwicke calles And if thou dost not hide thee from the Beare Now when the angrie Trumpet sounds alarum And dead mens cries do fill the emptie ayre Clifford I say come forth and fight with me Proud Northerne Lord Clifford of Cumberland Warwicke is hoarse with calling thee to armes Enter Yorke War How now my Noble Lord What all a-foot Yor. The deadly handed Clifford slew my Steed But match to match I haue encountred him And made a prey for Carrion Kytes and Crowes Euen of the bonnie beast he loued so well Enter Clifford War Of one or both of vs the time is come Yor. Hold Warwick seek thee out some other chace For I my selfe must hunt this Deere to death War Then nobly Yorke 't is for a Crown thou fightst As I intend Clifford to thriue to day It greeues my soule to leaue theee vnassail'd Exit War Clif. What seest thou in me Yorke Why dost thou pause Yorke With thy braue bearing should I be in loue But that thou art so fast mine enemie Clif. Nor should thy prowesse want praise esteeme But that 't is shewne ignobly and in Treason Yorke So let it helpe me now against thy sword As I in iustice and true right expresse it Clif. My soule and bodie on the action both Yor. A dreadfull lay addresse thee instantly Clif. La fia Corrone les eumenes Yor. Thus Warre hath giuen thee peace for y u art still Peace with his soule heauen if it be thy will Enter yong Clifford Clif. Shame and Confusion all is on the rout Feare frames disorder and disorder wounds Where it should guard O Warre thou sonne of hell Whom angry heauens do make their minister Throw in the frozen bosomes of our part Hot Coales of Vengeance Let no Souldier flye He that is truly dedicate to Warre Hath no selfe-loue nor he that loues himselfe Hath not essentially but by circumstance The name of Valour O let the vile world end And the premised Flames of the Last day Knit earth and heauen together Now let the generall Trumpet blow his blast Particularities and pettie sounds To cease Was 't thou ordain'd deere Father To loose thy youth in peace and to atcheeue The Siluer Liuery of aduised Age And in thy Reuerence and thy Chaire-dayes thus To die in Ruffian battell Euen at this sight My heart is turn'd to stone and while 't is mine It shall be stony Yorke not our old men spares No more will I their Babes Teares Virginall Shall be to me euen as the Dew to Fire And Beautie that the Tyrant oft reclaimes Shall to my flaming wrath be Oyle and Flax Henceforth I will not haue to do with pitty Meet I an infant of the house of Yorke Into as many gobbits will I cut it As wilde Medea yong Absirtis did In cruelty will I seeke out my Fame Come thou new ruine of olde Cliffords house As did Aeneas old Anchyses beare So beare I thee vpon my manly shoulders But then Aeneas bare a liuing loade Nothing so heauy as these woes of mine Enter Richard and Somerset to fight Rich. So lye thou there For vnderneath an Ale-house paltry signe The Castle in S. Albons Somerset Hath made the Wizard famous in his death Sword hold thy temper Heart be wrathfull still Priests pray for enemies but Princes kill Fight Excursions Enter King Queene and others Qu. Away my Lord you are slow for shame away King Can we outrun the Heauens Good Margaret stay Qu. What are you made of You 'l nor fight nor fly Now is it manhood wisedome and defence To giue the enemy way and to secure vs By what we can which can no more but flye Alarum a farre off If you be tane we then should see the bottome Of all our Fortunes but if we haply scape As well we may if not through your neglect We shall to London get where you are lou'd And where this breach now in our Fortunes made May readily be stopt Enter Clifford Clif. But that my hearts on future mischeefe set I would speake blasphemy ere bid you flye But flye you must Vncureable discomfite Reignes in the hearts of all our present parts Away for your releefe and we will liue To see their day and them our Fortune giue Away my Lord away Exeunt Alarum Retreat Enter Yorke Richard Warwicke and Soldiers with Drum Colours Yorke Of Salsbury who can report of him That Winter Lyon who in rage forgets Aged contusions and all brush of Time And like a Gallant in the brow of youth Repaires him with Occasion This happy day Is not it selfe nor haue we wonne one foot If Salsbury be lost Rich. My Noble Father Three times to day I holpe him to his horse Three times bestrid him Thrice I led him off Perswaded him from any further act But still where danger was still there I met him And like rich hangings in a homely house So was his Will in his old feeble body But Noble as he is looke where he comes Enter Salisbury Sal. Now by my Sword well hast thou fought to day By ' th ' Masse so did we all I thanke you Richard God knowes how long it is I haue to liue And it hath pleas'd him that three times to day You haue defended me from imminent death Well Lords we haue not got that which we haue 'T is not enough our foes are this time fled Being opposites of such repayring Nature Yorke I know our safety is to follow them For as I heare the King is fled to London To call a present Court of Parliament Let vs pursue him ere the Writs go forth What sayes Lord Warwicke shall we after them War After them nay before them if we can Now by my hand Lords 't was a glorious day Saint Albons battell wonne by famous Yorke Shall be eterniz'd in all Age to come Sound Drumme and Trumpets and to London all And more such dayes as these to vs befall Exeunt FINIS The third Part of Henry the Sixt with the death of the Duke of YORKE Actus Primus Scoena Prima Alarum Enter Plantagenet Edward Richard Norfolke Mountague Warwicke and Souldiers Warwicke I Wonder how the King escap'd our hands Pl. While we pursu'd the Horsmen of y e North He slyly stole away and left his men Whereat the great Lord of Northumberland Whose Warlike eares could neuer brooke retreat Chear'd vp the drouping Army and himselfe Lord Clifford and Lord Stafford all a-brest Charg'd our maine Battailes Front and breaking in Were by
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
Heauen Scorning what ere you can afflict me with Why come you not what multitudes and feare Cliff So Cowards fight when they can flye no further So Doues doe peck the Faulcons piercing Tallons So desperate Theeues all hopelesse of their Liues Breathe out Inuectiues ' gainst the Officers Yorke Oh Clifford but bethinke thee once againe And in thy thought ore-run my former time And if thou canst for blushing view this face And bite thy tongue that slanders him with Cowardice Whose frowne hath made thee faint and flye ere this Clifford I will not bandie with thee word for word But buckler with thee blowes twice two for one Queene Hold valiant Clifford for a thousand causes I would prolong a while the Traytors Life Wrath makes him deafe speake thou Northumberland Northumb. Hold Clifford doe not honor him so much To prick thy finger though to wound his heart What valour were it when a Curre doth grinne For one to thrust his Hand betweene his Teeth When he might spurne him with his Foot away It is Warres prize to take all Vantages And tenne to one is no impeach of Valour Clifford I I so striues the Woodcocke with the Gynne Northumb. So doth the Connie struggle in the Net York So triumph Theeues vpon their conquer'd Booty So True men yeeld with Robbers so o're-matcht Northumb. What would your Grace haue done vnto him now Queene Braue Warriors Clifford and Northumberland Come make him stand vpon this Mole-hill here That raught at Mountaines with out-stretched Armes Yet parted but the shadow with his Hand What was it you that would be Englands King Was 't you that reuell'd in our Parliament And made a Preachment of your high Descent Where are your Messe of Sonnes to back you now The wanton Edward and the lustie George And where 's that valiant Crook-back Prodigie Dickie your Boy that with his grumbling voyce Was wont to cheare his Dad in Mutinies Or with the rest where is your Darling Rutland Looke Yorke I stayn'd this Napkin with the blood That valiant Clifford with his Rapiers point Made issue from the Bosome of the Boy And if thine eyes can water for his death I giue thee this to drie thy Cheekes withall Alas poore Yorke but that I hate thee deadly I should lament thy miserable state I prythee grieue to make me merry Yorke What hath thy fierie heart so parcht thine entrayles That not a Teare can fall for Rutlands death Why art thou patient man thou should'st be mad And I to make thee mad doe mock thee thus Stampe raue and fret that I may sing and dance Thou would'st be fee'd I see to make me sport Yorke cannot speake vnlesse he weare a Crowne A Crowne for Yorke and Lords bow lowe to him Hold you his hands whilest I doe set it on I marry Sir now lookes he like a King I this is he that tooke King Henries Chaire And this is he was his adopted Heire But how is it that great Plantagenet Is crown'd so soone and broke his solemne Oath As I bethinke me you should not be King Till our King Henry had shooke hands with Death And will you pale your head in Henries Glory And rob his Temples of the Diademe Now in his Life against your holy Oath Oh 't is a fault too too vnpardonable Off with the Croâ—ne and with the Crowne his Head And whilest we breathe take time to doe him dead Clifford That is my Office for my Fathers sake Queene Nay stay let 's heare the Orizons hee makes Yorke Shee-Wolfe of France But worse then Wolues of France Whose Tongue more poysons then the Adders Tooth How ill-beseeming is it in thy Sex To triumph like an Amazonian Trull Vpon their Woes whom Fortune captiuates But that thy Face is Vizard-like vnchanging Made impudent with vse of euill deedes I would assay prowd Queene to make thee blush To tell thee whence thou cam'st of whom deriu'd Were shame enough to shame thee Wert thou not shamelesse Thy Father beares the type of King of Naples Of both the Sicils and Ierusalem Yet not so wealthie as an English Yeoman Hath that poore Monarch taught thee to insult It needes not nor it bootes thee not prowd Queene Vnlesse the Adage must be verify'd That Beggers mounted runne their Horse to death 'T is Beautie that doth oft make Women prowd But God he knowes thy share thereof is small 'T is Vertue that doth make them most admir'd The contrary doth make thee wondred at 'T is Gouernment that makes them seeme Diuine The want thereof makes thee abhominable Thou art as opposite to euery good As the Antipodes are vnto vs Or as the South to the Septentrion Oh Tygres Heart wrapt in a Womans Hide How could'st thou drayne the Life-blood of the Child To bid the Father wipe his eyes withall And yet be seene to beare a Womans face Women are soft milde pittifull and flexible Thou sterne obdurate flintie rough remorselesse Bidst thou me rage why now thou hast thy wish Would'st haue me weepe why now thou hast thy will For raging Wind blowes vp incessant showers And when the Rage allayes the Raine begins These Teares are my sweet Rutlands Obsequies And euery drop cryes vengeance for his death ' Gainst thee fell Clifford and thee false French-woman Northumb. Beshrew me but his passions moues me so That hardly can I check my eyes from Teares Yorke That Face of his The hungry Caniballs would not haue toucht Would not haue stayn'd with blood But you are more inhumane more inexorable Oh tenne times more then Tygers of Hyrcania See ruthlesse Queene a haplesse Fathers Teares This Cloth thou dipd'st in blood of my sweet Boy And I with Teares doe wash the blood away Keepe thou the Napkin and goe boast of this And if thou tell'st the heauie storie right Vpon my Soule the hearers will shed Teares Yea euen my Foes will shed fast-falling Teares And say Alas it was a pittious deed There take the Crowne and with the Crowne my Curse And in thy need such comfort come to thee As now I reape at thy too cruell hand Hard-hearted Clifford take me from the World My Soule to Heauen my Blood vpon your Heads Northumb. Had he been slaughter-man to all my Kinne I should not for my Life but weepe with him To see how inly Sorrow gripes his Soule Queen What weeping ripe my Lord Northumberland Thinke but vpon the wrong he did vs all And that will quickly drie thy melting Teares Clifford Heere 's for my Oath heere 's for my Fathers Death Queene And heere 's to right our gentle-hearted King Yorke Open thy Gate of Mercy gracious God My Soule flyes through these wounds to seeke out thee Queene Off with his Head and set it on Yorke Gates So Yorke may ouer-looke the Towne of Yorke Flourish Exit A March Enter Edward Richard and their power Edward I wonder how our Princely Father scap't Or whether he be scap't away or no From Cliffords and Northumberlands pursuit
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
my tongue while heart is drown'd in cares Lewis What ere it be be thou still like thy selfe And sit thee by our side Seats her by him Yeeld not thy necke to Fortunes yoake But let thy dauntlesse minde still ride in triumph Ouer all mischance Be plaine Queene Margaret and tell thy griefe It shall be eas'd if France can yeeld reliefe Marg. Those gracious words Reuiue my drooping thoughts And giue my tongue-ty'd sorrowes leaue to speake Now therefore be it knowne to Noble Lewis That Henry sole possessor of my Loue Is of a King become a banisht man And forc'd to liue in Scotland a Forlorne While prowd ambitious Edward Duke of Yorke Vsurpes the Regall Title and the Seat Of Englands true anoynted lawfull King This is the cause that I poore Margaret With this my Sonne Prince Edward Henries Heire Am come to craue thy iust and lawfull ayde And if thou faile vs all our hope is done Scotland hath will to helpe but cannot helpe Our People and our Peeres are both mis-led Our Treasure seiz'd our Souldiors put to flight And as thou seest our selues in heauie plight Lewis Renowned Queene With patience calme the Storme While we bethinke a meanes to breake it off Marg. The more wee stay the stronger growes our Foe Lewis The more I stay the more I le succour thee Marg. O but impatience waiteth on true sorrow And see where comes the breeder of my sorrow Enter Warwicke Lewis What 's hee approacheth boldly to our presence Marg. Our Earle of Warwicke Edwards greatest Friend Lewis Welcome braue Warwicke what brings thee to France Hee descends Shee ariseth Marg. I now begins a second Storme to rise For this is hee that moues both Winde and Tyde Warw. From worthy Edward King of Albion My Lord and Soueraigne and thy vowed Friend I come in Kindnesse and vnfayned Loue First to doe greetings to thy Royall Person And then to craue a League of Amitie And lastly to confirme that Amitie With Nuptiall Knot if thou vouchsafe to graunt That vertuous Lady Bona thy faire Sister To Englands King in lawfull Marriage Marg. If that goe forward Henries hope is done Warw. And gracious Madame Speaking to Bona. In our Kings behalfe I am commanded with your leaue and fauor Humbly to kisse your Hand and with my Tongue To tell the passion of my Soueraignes Heart Where Fame late entring at his heedfull Eares Hath plac'd thy Beauties Image and thy Vertue Marg. King Lewis and Lady Bona heare me speake Before you answer Warwicke His demand Springs not from Edwards well-meant honest Loue But from Deceit bred by Necessitie For how can Tyrants safely gouerne home Vnlesse abroad they purchase great allyance To proue him Tyrant this reason may suffice That Henry liueth still but were hee dead Yet here Prince Edward stands King Henries Sonne Looke therefore Lewis that by this League and Mariage Thou draw not on thy Danger and Dis-honor For though Vsurpers sway the rule a while Yet Heau'ns are iust and Time suppresseth Wrongs Warw. Iniurious Margaret Edw. And why not Queene Warw. Because thy Father Henry did vsurpe And thou no more art Prince then shee is Queene Oxf. Then Warwicke disanulls great Iohn of Gaunt Which did subdue the greatest part of Spaine And after Iohn of Gaunt Henry the Fourth Whose Wisdome was a Mirror to the wisest And after that wise Prince Henry the Fift Who by his Prowesse conquered all France From thâ—se our Henry lineally descends Warw. Oxford how haps it in this smooth discourse You told not how Henry the Sixt hath lost All that which Henry the Fift had gotten Me thinkes these Peeres of France should smile at that But for the rest you tell a Pedigree Of threescore and two yeeres a silly time To make prescription for a Kingdomes worth Oxf. Why Warwicke canst thou speak against thy Liege Whom thou obeyd'st thirtie and six yeeres And not bewray thy Treason with a Blush Warw. Can Oxford that did euer fence the right Now buckler Falsehood with a Pedigree For shame leaue Henry and call Edward King Oxf. Call him my King by whose iniurious doome My elder Brother the Lord Aubrey Vere Was done to death and more then so my Father Euen in the downe-fall of his mellow'd yeeres When Nature brought him to the doore of Death No Warwicke no while Life vpholds this Arme This Arme vpholds the House of Lancaster Warw. And I the House of Yorke Lewis Queene Margaret Prince Edward and Oxford Vouchsafe at our request to stand aside While I vse further conference with Warwicke They stand aloofe Marg. Heauens graunt that Warwickes wordes bewitch him not Lew. Now Warwicke tell me euen vpon thy conscience Is Edward your true King for I were loth To linke with him that were not lawfull chosen Warw. Thereon I pawne my Credit and mine Honor Lewis But is hee gracious in the Peoples eye Warw. The more that Henry was vnfortunate Lewis Then further all dissembling set aside Tell me for truth the measure of his Loue Vnto our Sister Bona. War Such it seemes As may beseeme a Monarch like himselfe My selfe haue often heard him say and sweare That this his Loue was an externall Plant Whereof the Root was fixt in Vertues ground The Leaues and Fruit maintain'd with Beauties Sunne Exempt from Enuy but not from Disdaine Vnlesse the Lady Bona quit his paine Lewis Now Sister let vs heare your firme resolue Bona. Your graunt or your denyall shall be mine Yet I confesse that often ere this day Speaks to War When I haue heard your Kings desert recounted Mine eare hath tempted iudgement to desire Lewis Then Warwicke thus Our Sister shall be Edwards And now forthwith shall Articles be drawne Touching the Ioynture that your King must make Which with her Dowrie shall be counter-poys'd Draw neere Queene Margaret and be a witnesse That Bona shall be Wife to the English King Pr. Edw. To Edward but not to the English King Marg. Deceitfull Warwicke it was thy deuice By this alliance to make void my suit Before thy comming Lewis was Henries friend Lewis And still is friend to him and Margaret But if your Title to the Crowne be weake As may appeare by Edwards good successe Then 't is but reason that I be releas'd From giuing ayde which late I promised Yet shall you haue all kindnesse at my hand That your Estate requires and mine can yeeld Warw. Henry now liues in Scotland at his ease Where hauing nothing nothing can he lose And as for you your selfe our quondam Queene You haue a Father able to maintaine you And better 't were you troubled him then France Mar. Peace impudent and shamelesse Warwicke Proud setter vp and puller downe of Kings I will not hence till with my Talke and Teares Both full of Truth I make King Lewis behold Thy slye conueyance and thy Lords false loue Post blowing a horne Within For both of you are Birds of selfe-same Feather Lewes Warwicke this is some poste to
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
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
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
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
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
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