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
slaine and all his men Vpon the foot of feare fled with the rest And falling from a hill he was so bruiz'd That the pursuers tooke him At my Tent The Dowglas is and I beseech your Grace I may dispose of him King With all my heart Prin. Then Brother Iohn of Lancaster To you this honourable bounty shall belong Go to the Dowglas and deliuer him Vp to his pleasure ransomlesse and free His Valour shewne vpon our Crests to day Hath taught vs how to cherish such high deeds Euen in the bosome of our Aduersaries King Then this remaines that we diuide our Power You Sonne Iohn and my Cousin Westmerland Towards Yorke shall bend you with your deerest speed To meet Northumberland and the Prelate Scroope Who as we heare are busily in Armes My Selfe and you Sonne Harry will towards Wales To fight with Glendower and the Earle of March Rebellion in this Land shall lose his way Meeting the Checke of such another day And since this Businesse so faire is done Let vs not leaue till all our owne be wonne Exeunt FINIS The Second Part of Henry the Fourth Containing his Death and the Coronation of King Henry the Fift Actus Primus Scoena Prima INDVCTION Enter Rumour OPen your Eares For which of you will stop The vent of Hearing when loud Rumor speakes I from the Orient to the drooping West Making the winde my Post-horse still vnfold The Acts commenced on this Ball of Earth Vpon my Tongue continuall Slanders ride The which in euery Language I pronounce Stuffing the Eares of them with false Reports I speake of Peace while couert Enmitie Vnder the smile of Safety wounds the World And who but Rumour who but onely I Make fearfull Masters and prepar'd Defence Whil'st the bigge yeare swolne with some other griefes Is thought with childe by the sterne Tyrant Warre And no such matter Rumour is a Pipe Blowne by Surmises Ielousies Coniectures And of so easie and so plaine a stop That the blunt Monster with vncounted heads The still discordant wauering Multitude Can play vpon it But what neede I thus My well-knowne Body to Anathomize Among my houshold Why is Rumour heere I run before King Harries victory Who in a bloodie field by Shrewsburie Hath beaten downe yong Hotspurre and his Troopes Quenching the flame of bold Rebellion Euen with the Rebels blood But what meane I To speake so true at first My Office is To noyse abroad that Harry Monmouth fell Vnder the Wrath of Noble Hotspurres Sword And that the King before the Dowglas Rage Stoop'd his Annointed head as low as death This haue I rumour'd through the peasant-Townes Betweene the Royall Field of Shrewsburie And this Worme-eaten-Hole of ragged Stone Where Hotspurres Father old Northumberland Lyes crafty sicke The Postes come tyring on And not a man of them brings other newes Then they haue learn'd of Me. From Rumours Tongues They bring smooth-Comforts-false worse then True-wrongs Exit Scena Secunda Enter Lord Bardolfe and the Porter L. Bar. Who keepes the Gate heere ho◠Where is the Earle Por. What shall I say you are Bar. Tell thou the Earle That the Lord Bardolfe doth attend him heere Por. His Lordship is walk'd forth into the Orchard Please it your Honor knocke but at the Gate And he himselfe will answer Enter Northumberland L. Bar. Heere comes the Earle Nor. What newes Lord Bardolfe Eu'ry minute now Should be the Father of some Stratagem The Times are wilde Contention like a Horse Full of high Feeding madly hath broke loose And beares downe all before him L. Bar. Noble Earle I bring you certaine newes from Shrewsbury Nor. Good and heauen will L. Bar. As good as heart can wish The King is almost wounded to the death And in the Fortune of my Lord your Sonne Prince Harrie slaine out-right and both the Blunts Kill'd by the hand of Dowglas Yong Prince Iohn And Westmerland and Stafford fled the Field And Harrie Monmouth's Brawne the Hulke Sir Iohn Is prisoner to your Sonne O such a Day So fought so follow'd and so fairely wonne Came not till now to dignifie the Times Since Caesars Fortunes Nor. How is this deriu'd Saw you the Field Came you from Shrewsbury L. Bar. I spake with one my L. that came frō thence A Gentleman well bred and of good name That freely render'd me these newes for true Nor. Heere comes my Seruant Trauers whom I sent On Tuesday last to listen after Newes Enter Trauers L. Bar. My Lord I ouer-rod him on the way And he is furnish'd with no certainties More then he haply may retaile from me Nor. Now Trauers what good tidings comes frō you Tra. My Lord Sir Iohn Vmfreuill turn'd me backe With ioyfull tydings and being better hors'd Out-rod me After him came spurring head A Gentleman almost fore-spent with speed That stopp'd by me to breath his bloodied horse He ask'd the way to Chester And of him I did demand what Newes from Shrewsbury He told me that Rebellion had ill lucke And that yong Harry Percies Spurre was cold With that he gaue his able Horse the head And bending forwards strooke his able heeles Against the panting sides of his poore Iade Vp to the Rowell head and starting so He seem'd in running to deuoure the way Staying no longer question North. Ha Againe Said he yong Harrie Percyes Spurre was cold Of Hot-Spurre cold-Spurre that Rebellion Had met ill lucke L. Bar. My Lord I le tell you what If my yong Lord your Sonne haue not the day Vpon mine Honor for a silken point I le giue my Barony Neuer talke of it Nor. Why should the Gentleman that rode by Trauers Giue then such instances of Losse L. Bar. Who he He was some hielding Fellow that had stolne The Horse he rode-on and vpon my life Speake at aduenture Looke here comes more Newes Enter Morton Nor. Yea this mans brow like to a Title-leafe Fore-tels the Nature of a Tragicke Volume So lookes the Strond when the Imperious Flood Hath left a witnest Vsurpation Say Morton did'st thou come from Shrewsbury Mor. I ran from Shrewsbury my Noble Lord Where hatefull death put on his vgliest Maske To fright our party North. How doth my Sonne and Brother Thou trembl'st and the whitenesse in thy Cheeke Is apter then thy Tongue to tell thy Errand Euen such a man so faint so spiritlesse So dull so dead in looke so woe-be-gone Drew Priams Curtaine in the dead of night And would haue told him Halfe his Troy was burn'd But Priam found the Fire ere he his Tongue And I my Percies death ere thou report'st it This thou would'st say Your Sonne did thus and thus Your Brother thus So fought the Noble Dowglas Stopping my greedy eare with their bold deeds But in the end to stop mine Eare indeed Thou hast a Sigh to blow away this Praise Ending with Brother Sonne and all are dead Mor. Dowglas is liuing and your Brother yet But for my Lord your Sonne North. Why
restor'd thou art a Yeoman Yorke My Father was attached not attainted Condemn'd to dye for Treason but no Traytor And that I le proue on better men then Somerset Were growing time once ripened to my will For your partaker Poole and you your selfe I le note you in my Booke of Memorie To scourge you for this apprehension Looke to it well and say you are well warn'd Som. Ah thou shalt finde vs ready for thee still And know vs by these Colours for thy Foes For these my friends in spight of thee shall weare Yorke And by my Soule this pale and angry Rose As Cognizance of my blood-drinking hate Will I for euer and my Faction weare Vntill it wither with me to my Graue Or flourish to the height of my Degree Suff. Goe forward and be choak'd with thy ambition And so farwell vntill I meet thee next Exit Som. Haue with thee Poole Farwell ambitious Richard Exit Yorke How I am brau'd and must perforce endure it Warw. This blot that they obiect against your House Shall be whipt out in the next Parliament Call'd for the Truce of Winchester and Gloucester And if thou be not then created Yorke I will not liue to be accounted Warwicke Meane time in signall of my loue to thee Against prowd Somerset and William Poole Will I vpon thy partie weare this Rose And here I prophecie this brawle to day Growne to this faction in the Temple Garden Shall send betweene the Red-Rose and the White A thousand Soules to Death and deadly Night Yorke Good Master Vernon I am bound to you That you on my behalfe would pluck a Flower Ver. In your behalfe still will I weare the same Lawyer And so will I. Yorke Thankes gentle Come let vs foure to Dinner I dare say This Quarrell will drinke Blood another day Exeunt Enter Mortimer brought in a Chayre and Iaylors Mort. Kind Keepers of my weake decaying Age Let dying Mortimer here rest himselfe Euen like a man new haled from the Wrack So fare my Limbes with long Imprisonment And these gray Locks the Pursuiuants of death Nestor-like aged in an Age of Care Argue the end of Edmund Mortimer These Eyes like Lampes whose wasting Oyle is spent Waxe dimme as drawing to their Exigent Weake Shoulders ouer-borne with burthening Griefe And pyth-lesse Armes like to a withered Vine That droupes his sappe-lesse Branches to the ground Yet are these Feet whose strength-lesse stay is numme Vnable to support this Lumpe of Clay Swift-winged with desire to get a Graue As witting I no other comfort haue But tell me Keeper will my Nephew come Keeper Richard Plantagenet my Lord will come We sent vnto the Temple vnto his Chamber And answer was return'd that he will come Mort. Enough my Soule shall then be satisfied Poore Gentleman his wrong doth equall mine Since Henry Monmouth first began to reigne Before whose Glory I was great in Armes This loathsome sequestration haue I had And euen since then hath Richard beene obscur'd Depriu'd of Honor and Inheritance But now the Arbitrator of Despaires Iust Death kinde Vmpire of mens miseries With sweet enlargement doth dismisse me hence I would his troubles likewise were expir'd That so he might recouer what was lost Enter Richard Keeper My Lord your louing Nephew now is come Mor. Richard Plantagenet my friend is he come Rich. I Noble Vnckle thus ignobly vs'd Your Nephew late despised Richard comes Mort. Direct mine Armes I may embrace his Neck And in his Bosome spend my latter gaspe Oh tell me when my Lippes doe touch his Cheekes That I may kindly giue one fainting Kisse And now declare sweet Stem from Yorkes great Stock Why didst thou say of late thou wert despis'd Rich. First leane thine aged Back against mine Arme And in that ease I le tell thee my Disease This day in argument vpon a Case Some words there grew 'twixt Somerset and me Among which tearmes he vs'd his lauish tongue And did vpbrayd me with my Fathers death Which obloquie set barres before my tongue Else with the like I had requited him Therefore good Vnckle for my Fathers sake In honor of a true Plantagenet And for Alliance sake declare the cause My Father Earle of Cambridge lost his Head Mort. That cause faire Nephew that imprison'd me And hath detayn'd me all my flowring Youth Within a loathsome Dungeon there to pyne Was cursed Instrument of his decease Rich. Discouer more at large what cause that was For I am ignorant and cannot guesse Mort. I will if that my fading breath permit And Death approach not ere my Tale be done Henry the Fourth Grandfather to this King Depos'd his Nephew Richard Edwards Sonne The first begotten and the lawfull Heire Of Edward King the Third of that Descent During whose Reigne the Percies of the North Finding his Vsurpation most vniust Endeuour'd my aduancement to the Throne The reason mou'd these Warlike Lords to this Was for that young Richard thus remou'd Leauing no Heire begotten of his Body I was the next by Birth and Parentage For by my Mother I deriued am From Lionel Duke of Clarence third Sonne To King Edward the Third whereas hee From Iohn of Gaunt doth bring his Pedigree Being but fourth of that Heroick Lyne But marke as in this haughtie great attempt They laboured to plant the rightfull Heire I lost my Libertie and they their Liues Long after this when Henry the Fift Succeeding his Father Bullingbrooke did reigne Thy Father Earle of Cambridge then deriu'd From famous Edmund Langley Duke of Yorke Marrying my Sister that thy Mother was Againe in pitty of my hard distresse Leuied an Army weening to redeeme And haue install'd me in the Diademe But as the rest so fell that Noble Earle And was beheaded Thus the Mortimers In whom the Title rested were supprest Rich. Of which my Lord your Honor is the last Mort. True and thou seest that I no Issue haue And that my fainting words doe warrant death Thou art my Heire the rest I wish thee gather But yet be wary in thy studious care Rich. Thy graue admonishments preuayle with me But yet me thinkes my Fathers execution Was nothing lesse then bloody Tyranny Mort. With silence Nephew be thou pollitick Strong fixed is the House of Lancaster And like a Mountaine not to be remou'd But now thy Vnckle is remouing hence As Princes doe their Courts when they are cloy'd With long continuance in a setled place Rich. O Vnckle would some part of my young yeeres Might but redeeme the passage of your Age. Mort. Thou do'st then wrong me as y t slaughterer doth Which giueth many Wounds when one will kill Mourne not except thou sorrow for my good Onely giue order for my Funerall And so farewell and faire be all thy hopes And prosperous be thy Life in Peace and Warre Dyes Rich. And Peace no Warre befall thy parting Soule In Prison hast thou spent a Pilgrimage And like a Hermite ouer-past thy dayes Well I will locke his
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
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
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
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
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
demeanure in great sorrow That Tyranny which neuer quafft but blood Would by beholding him haue wash'd his Knife With gentle eye-drops Hee is comming hither King But wherefore did hee take away the Crowne Enter Prince Henry Loe where hee comes Come hither to me Harry Depart the Chamber leaue vs heere alone Exit P. Hen. I neuer thought to heare you speake againe King Thy wish was Father Harry to that thought I stay too long by thee I wearie thee Do'st thou so hunger for my emptie Chayre That thou wilt needes inuest thee with mine Honors Before thy howre be ripe O foolish Youth Thou seek'st the Greatnesse that will ouer-whelme thee Stay but a little for my Cloud of Dignitie Is held from falling with so weake a winde That it will quickly drop my Day is dimme Thou hast stolne that which after some few howres Were thine without offence and at my death Thou hast seal'd vp my expectation Thy Life did manifest thou lou'dst me not And thou wilt haue me dye assur'd of it Thou hid'st a thousand Daggers in thy thoughts Which thou hast whetted on thy stonie heart To stab at halfe an howre of my Life What canst thou not forbeare me halfe an howre Then get thee gone and digge my graue thy selfe And bid the merry Bels ring to thy care That thou art Crowned not that I am dead Let all the Teares that should be dew my Hearse Be drops of Balme to sanctifie thy head Onely compound me with forgotten dust Giue that which gaue thee life vnto the Wormes Plucke downe my Officers breake my Decrees For now a time is come to mocke at Forme Henry the fift is Crown'd Vp Vanity Downe Royall State All you sage Counsailors hence And to the English Court assemble now From eu'ry Region Apes of Idlenesse Now neighbor-Confines purge you of your Scum Haue you a Ruffian that swill sweare drinke dance Reuell the night Rob Murder and commit The oldest sinnes the newest kinde of wayes Be happy he will trouble you no more England shall double gill'd His trebble guilt England shall giue him Office Honor Might For the Fift Harry from curb'd License pluckes The muzzle of Restraint and the wilde Dogge Shall flesh his tooth in euery Innocent O my poore Kingdome sicke with ciuill blowes When that my Care could not with-hold thy Ryots What wilt thou do when Ryot is thy Care O thou wilt be a Wildernesse againe Peopled with Wolues thy old Inhabitants Prince O pardon me my Liege But for my Teares The most Impediments vnto my Speech I had fore-stall'd this deere and deepe Rebuke Ere you with greefe had spoke and I had heard The course of it so farre There is your Crowne And he that weares the Crowne immortally Long guard it yours If I affect it more Then as your Honour and as your Renowne Let me no more from this Obedience rise Which my most true and inward duteous Spirit Teacheth this prostrate and exteriour bending Heauen witnesse with me when I heere came in And found no course of breath within your Maiestie How cold it strooke my heart If I do faine O let me in my present wildenesse dye And neuer liue to shew th' incredulous World The Noble change that I haue purposed Comming to looke on you thinking you dead And dead almost my Liege to thinke you were I spake vnto the Crowne as hauing sense And thus vpbraided it The Care on thee depending Hath fed vpon the body of my Father Therefore thou best of Gold art worst of Gold Other lesse fine in Charâ—act is more precious Preseruing life in Medâ—cine potable But thou most Fine most Honour'd most Renown'd Hast eate the Bearer vp Thus my Royall Liege Accusing it I put it on my Head To try with it as with an Enemie That had before my face murdred my Father The Quarrell of a true Inheritor But if it did infect my blood with Ioy Or swell my Thoughts to any straine of Pride If any Rebell or vaine spirit of mine Did with the least Affection of a Welcome Giue entertainment to the might of it Let heauen for euer keepe it from my head And make me as the poorest Vassaile is That doth with awe and terror kneele to it King O my Sonne Heauen put it in thy minde to take it hence That thou might'st ioyne the more thy Fathers loue Pleading so wisely in excuse of it Come hither Harrie sit thou by my bedde And heare I thinke the very latest Counsell That euer I shall breath Heauen knowes my Sonne By what by-pathes and indirect crook'd-wayes I met this Crowne and I my selfe know well How troublesome it sate vpon my head To thee it shall descend with better Quiet Better Opinion better Confirmation For all the soyle of the Atchieuement goes With me into the Earth It seem'd in mee But as an Honour snatch'd with boyst'rous hand And I had many liuing to vpbraide My gaine of it by their Assistances Which dayly grew to Quarrell and to Blood-shed Wounding supposed Peace All these bold Feares Thou seest with perill I haue answered For all my Reigne hath beene but as a Scene Acting that argument And now my death Changes the Moode For what in me was purchas'd Falles vpon thee in a more Fayrer sort So thou the Garland wear'st successiuely Yet though thou stand'st more sure then I could do Thou art-not firme enough since greefes are greene And all thy Friends which thou must make thy Friends Haue but their stings and teeth newly tak'n out By whose fell working I was first aduanc'd And by whose power I well might lodge a Feare To be againe displac'd Which to auoyd I cut them off and had a purpose now To leade out many to the Holy Land Least rest and lying still might make them looke Too neere vnto my State Therefore my Harrie Be it thy course to busie giddy Mindes With Forraigne Quarrels that Action hence borne out May waste the memory of the former dayes More would I but my Lungs are wasted so That strength of Speech is vtterly deni'de mee How I came by the Crowne O heauen forgiue And grant it may with thee in true peace liue Prince My gracious Liege You wonne it wore it kept it gaue it me Then plaine and right must my possession be Which I with more then with a Common paine ' Gainst all the World will rightfully maintaine Enter Lord Iohn of Lancaster and Warwicke King Looke looke Heere comes my Iohn of Lancaster Iohn Health Peace and Happinesse To my Royall Father King Thou bring'st me happinesse and Peace Sonne Iohn But health alacke with youthfull wings is flowne From this bare wither'd Trunke Vpon thy sight My worldly businesse makes a period Where is my Lord of Warwicke 〈◊〉 My Lord of Warwicke â—ng Doth any name particular belong 〈◊〉 â—he Lodging where I first did swoon'd â—r 'T is call'd Ierusalem my Noble Lord. â—iâ—g Laud be to heauen Euâ— there my life must end It hath beene prophesi'de to
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
return'd againe That dog'd the mighty Army of the Dolphin Mess They are return'd my Lord and giue it out That he is march'd to Burdeaux with his power To fight with Talbot as he march'd along By your espyals were discouered Two mightier Troopes then that the Dolphin led Which ioyn'd with him and made their march for Burdeaux Yorke A plague vpon that Villaine Somerset That thus delayes my promised supply Of horsemen that were leuied for this siege Renowned Talbot doth expect my ayde And I am lowted by a Traitor Villaine And cannot helpe the noble Cheualier God comfort him in this necessity If he miscarry farewell Warres in France Enter another Messenger 2. Mes Thou Princely Leader of our English strength Neuer so needfull on the earth of France Spurre to the rescue of the Noble Talbot Who now is girdled with a waste of Iron And hem'd about with grim destruction To Burdeaux warlike Duke to Burdeaux Yorke Else farwell Talbot France and Englands honor Yorke O God that Somerset who in proud heart Doth stop my Cornets were in Talbots place So should wee saue a valiant Gentleman By forteyting a Traitor and a Coward Mad ire and wrathfull fury makes me weepe That thus we dye while remisse Traitors sleepe Mes O send some succour to the distrest Lord. Yorke He dies we loose I breake my warlike word We mourne France smiles We loose they dayly get All long of this vile Traitor Somerset Mes Then God take mercy on braue Talbots soule And on his Sonne yong Iohn who two houres since I met in trauaile toward his warlike Father This seuen yeeres did not Talbot see his sonne And now they meete where both their liues are done Yorke Alas what ioy shall noble Talbot haue To bid his yong sonne welcome to his Graue Away vexation almost stoppes my breath That sundred friends greete in the houre of death Lucie farewell no more my fortune can But curse the cause I cannot ayde the man Maine Bloys Poytiers and Toures are wonne away Long all of Somerset and his delay Exit Mes Thus while the Vulture of sedition Feedes in the bosome of such great Commanders Sleeping neglection doth betray to losse The Conquest of our scarse-cold Conqueror That euer-liuing man of Memorie Henrie the fift Whiles they each other crosse Liues Honours Lands and all hurrie to losse Enter Somerset with his Armie Som. It is too late I cannot send them now This expedition was by Yorke and Talbot Too rashly plotted All our generall force Might with a sally of the very Towne Be buckled with the ouer-daring Talbot Hath sullied all his glosse of former Honor By this vnheedfull desperate wilde aduenture Yorke set him on to fight and dye in shame That Talbot dead great Yorke might beare the name Cap. Heere is Sir William Lucie who with me Set from our ore-matcht forces forth for ayde Som. How now Sir William whether were you sent Lu. Whether my Lord from bought sold L. Talbot Who ring'd about with bold aduersitie Cries out for noble Yorke and Somerset To beate assayling death from his weake Regions And whiles the honourable Captaine there Drops bloody swet from his warre-wearied limbes And in aduantage lingring lookes for rescue You his false hopes the trust of Englands honor Keepe off aloofe with worthlesse emulation Let not your priuate discord keepe away The leuied succours that should lend him ayde While he renowned Noble Gentleman Yeeld vp his life vnto a world of oddes Orleance the Bastard Charles Burgundie Alanson Reignard compasse him about And Talbot perisheth by your default Som. Yorke set him on Yorke should haue sent him ayde Luc. And Yorke as fast vpon your Grace exclaimes Swearing that you with-hold his leuied hoast Collected for this expidition Som. York lyes He might haue sent had the Horse I owe him little Dutie and lesse Loue And take foule scorne to fawne on him by sending Lu. The fraud of England not the force of France Hath now intrapt the Noble-minded Talbot Neuer to England shall he beare his life But dies betraid to fortune by your strife Som. Come go I will dispatch the Horsemen strait Within sixe houres they will be at his ayde Lu. Too late comes rescue he is tane or slaine For flye he could not if he would haue fled And flye would Talbot neuer though he might Som. If he be dead braue Talbot then adieu Lu. His Fame liues in the world His Shame in you Exeunt Enter Talbot and his Sonne Tal. O yong Iohn Talbot I did send for thee To tutor thee in stratagems of Warre That Talbots name might be in thee reuiu'd When saplesse Age and weake vnable limbes Should bring thy Father to his drooping Chaire But O malignant and ill-boading Starres Now thou art come vnto a Feast of death A terrible and vnauoyded danger Therefore deere Boy mount on my swiftest horse And I le direct thee how thou shalt escape By sodaine flight Come dally not be gone Iohn Is my name Talbot and am I your Sonne And shall I flye O if you loue my Mother Dishonor not her Honorable Name To make a Bastard and a Slaue of me The World will say he is not Talbots blood That basely fled when Noble Talbot stood Talb. Flye to reuenge my death if I be slaine Iohn He that flyes so will ne're returne againe Talb. If we both stay we both are sure to dye Iohn Then let me stay and Father doe you flye Your losse is great so your regard should be My worth vnknowne no losse is knowne in me Vpon my death the French can little boast In yours they will in you all hopes are lost Flight cannot stayne the Honor you haue wonne But mine it will that no Exploit haue done You fled for Vantage euery one will sweare But if I bow they 'le say it was for feare There is no hope that euer I will stay If the first howre I shrinke and run away Here on my knee I begge Mortalitie Rather then Life preseru'd with Infamie Talb. Shall all thy Mothers hopes lye in one Tombe Iohn I rather then I le shame my Mothers Wombe Talb. Vpon my Blessing I command thee goe Iohn To fight I will but not to flye the Foe Talb. Part of thy Father may be sau'd in thee Iohn No part of him but will be shame in mee Talb. Thou neuer hadst Renowne nor canst not lose it Iohn Yes your renowned Name shall flight abuse it Talb. Thy Fathers charge shal cleare thee from y t staine Iohn You cannot witnesse for me being slaine If Death be so apparant then both flye Talb. And leaue my followers here to fight and dye My Age was neuer tainted with such shame Iohn And shall my Youth be guiltie of such blame No more can I be seuered from your side Then can your selfe your selfe in twaine diuide Stay goe doe what you will the like doe I For liue I will not if my Father dye Talb. Then here I take
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
Coale-Black as Iet King Why then thou know'st what Colour Iet is of Suff. And yet I thinke Iet did he neuer see Glost But Cloakes and Gownes before this day a many Wife Neuer before this day in all his life Glost Tell me Sirrha what 's my Name Simpc. Alas Master I know not Glost What 's his Name Simpc. I know not Glost Nor his Simpc. No indeede Master Glost What 's thine owne Name Simpc. Saunder Simpcoxe and if it please you Master Glost Then Saunder sit there The lying'st Knaue in Christendome If thou hadst beene borne blinde Thou might'st as well haue knowne all our Names As thus to name the seuerall Colours we doe weare Sight may distinguish of Colours But suddenly to nominate them all It is impossible My Lords Saint Albone here hath done a Miracle And would ye not thinke it Cunning to be great That could restore this Cripple to his Legges againe Simpc. O Master that you could Glost My Masters of Saint Albones Haue you not Beadles in your Towne And Things call'd Whippes Maior Yes my Lord if it please your Grace Glost Then send for one presently Maior Sirrha goe fetch the Beadle hither straight Exit Glost Now fetch me a Stoole hither by and by Now Sirrha if you meane to saue your selfe from Whipping leape me ouer this Stoole and runne away Simpc. Alas Master I am not able to stand alone You goe about to torture me in vaine Enter a Beadle with Whippes Glost Well Sir we must haue you finde your Legges Sirrha Beadle whippe him till he leape ouer that same Stoole Beadle I will my Lord. Come on Sirrha off with your Doublet quickly Simpc. Alas Master what shall I doe I am not able to stand After the Beadle hath hit him once he leapes ouer the Stoole and runnes away and they follow and cry A Miracle King O God seest thou this and bearest so long Queene It made me laugh to see the Villaine runne Glost Follow the Knaue and take this Drab away Wife Alas Sir we did it for pure need Glost Let thē be whipt through euery Market Towne Till they come to Barwick from whence they came Exit Card. Duke Humfrey ha's done a Miracle to day Suff. True made the Lame to leape and flye away Glost But you haue done more Miracles then I You made in a day my Lord whole Townes to flye Enter Buckingham King What Tidings with our Cousin Buckingham Buck. Such as my heart doth tremble to vnfold A sort of naughtie persons lewdly bent Vnder the Countenance and Confederacie Of Lady Elianor the Protectors Wife The Ring-leader and Head of all this Rout Haue practis'd dangerously against your State Dealing with Witches and with Coniurers Whom we haue apprehended in the Fact Raysing vp wicked Spirits from vnder ground Demanding of King Henries Life and Death And other of your Highnesse Priuie Councell As more at large your Grace shall vnderstand Card. And so my Lord Protector by this meanes Your Lady is forth-comming yet at London This Newes I thinke hath turn'd your Weapons edge 'T is like my Lord you will not keepe your houre Glost Ambitious Church-man leaue to afflict my heart Sorrow and griefe haue vanquisht all my powers And vanquisht as I am I yeeld to thee Or to the meanest Groome King O God what mischiefes work the wicked ones Heaping confusion on their owne heads thereby Queene Gloster see here the Taincture of thy Nest And looke thy selfe be faultlesse thou wert best Glost Madame for my selfe to Heauen I doe appease How I haue lou'd my King and Common-weale And for my Wife I know not how it stands Sorry I am to heare what I haue heard Noble shee is but if shee haue forgot Honor and Vertue and conuers't with such As like to Pytch defile Nobilitie I banish her my Bed and Companie And giue her as a Prey to Law and Shame That hath dis-honored Glosters honest Name King Well for this Night we will repose vs here To morrow toward London back againe To looke into this Businesse thorowly And call these foule Offendors to their Answeres And poyse the Cause in Iustice equall Scales Whose Beame stands sure whose rightful cause preuailes Flourish Exeunt Enter Yorke Salisbury and Warwick Yorke Now my good Lords of Salisbury Warwick Our simple Supper ended giue me leaue In this close Walke to satisfie my selfe In crauing your opinion of my Title Which is infallible to Englands Crowne Salisb. My Lord I long to heare it at full Warw. Sweet Yorke begin and if thy clayme be good The Neuills are thy Subiects to command Yorke Then thus Edward the third my Lords had seuen Sonnes The first Edward the Black-Prince Prince of Wales The second William of Hatfield and the third Lionel Duke of Clarence next to whom Was Iohn of Gaunt the Duke of Lancaster The fift was Edmond Langley Duke of Yorke The sixt was Thomas of Woodstock Duke of Gloster William of Windsor was the seuenth and last Edward the Black-Prince dyed before his Father And left behinde him Richard his onely Sonne Who after Edward the third's death raign'd as King Till Henry Bullingbrooke Duke of Lancaster The eldest Sonne and Heire of Iohn of Gaunt Crown'd by the Name of Henry the fourth Seiz'd on the Realme depos'd the rightfull King Sent his poore Queene to France from whence she came And him to Pumfret where as all you know Harmelesse Richard was murthered traiterously Warw. Father the Duke hath told the truth Thus got the House of Lancaster the Crowne Yorke Which now they hold by force and not by right For Richard the first Sonnes Heire being dead The Issue of the next Sonne should haue reign'd Salisb. But William of Hatfield dyed without an Heire Yorke The third Sonne Duke of Clarence From whose Line I clayme the Crowne Had Issue Phillip a Daughter Who marryed Edmond Mortimer Earle of March Edmond had Issue Roger Earle of March Roger had Issue Edmond Anne and Elianor Salisb. This Edmond in the Reigne of Bullingbrooke As I haue read layd clayme vnto the Crowne And but for Owen Glendour had beene King Who kept him in Captiuitie till he dyed But to the rest Yorke His eldest Sister Anne My Mother being Heire vnto the Crowne Marryed Richard Earle of Cambridge Who was to Edmond Langley Edward the thirds fift Sonnes Sonne By her I clayme the Kingdome She was Heire to Roger Earle of March Who was the Sonne of Edmond Mortimer Who marryed Phillip sole Daughter Vnto Lionel Duke of Clarence So if the Issue of the elder Sonne Succeed before the younger I am King Warw. What plaine proceedings is more plain then this Henry doth clayme the Crowne from Iohn of Gaunt The fourth Sonne Yorke claymes it from the third Till Lionels Issue fayles his should not reigne It fayles not yet but flourishes in thee And in thy Sonnes faire slippes of such a Stock Then Father Salisbury kneele we together And in this priuate Plot be we the first
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
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
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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
at thy dyn Cal. No 'pray thee I must obey his Art is of such pow'r It would controll my Dams god Setebos And make a vassaile of him Pro. So slaue hence Exit Cal. Enter Ferdinand Ariel inuisible playing singing Ariel Song Come vnto these yellow sands and then take hands Curt sied when you haue and kist the wilde waues whist Foote it featly heere and there and sweete Sprights beare the burthen Burthen dispersedly Harke harke bowgh wawgh the watch-Dogges barke bowgh-wawgh Ar. Hark hark I heare the straine of strutting Chanticlere cry cockadidle-dowe Fer. Where shold this Musick be I' th aire or th' earth It sounds no more and sure it waytes vpon Some God ' o th' Iland sitting on a banke Weeping againe the King my Fathers wracke This Musicke crept by me vpon the waters Allaying both their fury and my passion With it's sweet ayre thence I haue follow'd it Or it hath drawne me rather but 't is gone No it begins againe Ariell Song Full fadom fiue thy Father lies Of his bones are Corrall made Those are pearles that were his eies Nothing of him that doth fade But doth suffer a Sea-change Into something rich strange Sea-Nimphs hourly ring his knell Burthen ding-dong Harke now I heare them ding-dong bell Fer. The Ditty do's remember my drown'd father This is no mortall busines nor no found That the earth owes I heare it now aboue me Pro. The fringed Curtaines of thine eye aduance And say what thou see'st yond Mira. What is' t a Spirit Lord how it lookes about Beleeue me sir It carries a braue forme But 't is a spirit Pro. No wench it eats and sleeps hath such senses As we haue such This Gallant which thou seest Was in the wracke and but hee 's something stain'd With greefe that 's beauties canker y u might'st call him A goodly person he hath lost his fellowes And strayes about to finde ' em Mir. I might call him A thing diuine for nothing naturall I euer saw so Noble Pro. It goes on I see As my soule prompts it Spirit fine spirit I le free thee Within two dayes for this Fer. Most sure the Goddesse On whom these ayres attend Vouchsafe my pray'r May know if you remaine vpon this Island And that you will some good instruction giue How I may beare me heere my prime request Which I do last pronounce is O you wonder If you be Mayd or no Mir. No wonder Sir But certainly a Mayd Fer. My Language Heauens I am the best of them that speake this speech Were I but where 't is spoken Pro. How the best What wer 't thou if the King of Naples heard thee Fer. A single thing as I am now that wonders To heare thee speake of Naples he do's heare me And that he do's I weepe my selfe am Naples Who with mine eyes neuer since at ebbe beheld The King my Father wrack't Mir. Alacke for mercy Fer. Yes faith all his Lords the Duke of Millaine And his braue sonne being twaine Pro. The Duke of Millaine And his more brauer daughter could controll thee If now 't were sit to do 't At the first sight They haue chang'd eyes Delicate Ariel I le set thee free for this A word good Sir I feare you haue done your selfe some wrong A word Mir. Why speakes my father so vngently This Is the third man that ere I saw the first That ere I sigh'd for pitty moue my father To be enclin'd my way Fer. O if a Virgin And your affection not gone forth I le make you The Queene of Naples Pro. Soft sir one word more They are both in eythers pow'rs But this swift busines I must vneasie make least too light winning Make the prize light One word more I charge thee That thou attend me Thou do'st heere vsurpe The name thou ow'st not and hast put thy selfe Vpon this Island as a spy to win it From me the Lord on 't Fer. No as I am a man Mir. Ther 's nothing ill can dwell in such a Temple If the ill-spirit haue so fayre a house Good things will striue to dwell with 't Pro. Follow me Pros Speake not you for him hee 's a Traitor come I le manacle thy necke and feete together Sea water shalt thou drinke thy food shall be The fresh-brooke Mussels wither'd roots and huskes Wherein the Acorne cradled Follow Fer. No I will resist such entertainment till Mine enemy ha's more pow'r He drawes and is charmed from mouing Mira. O deere Father Make not too rash a triall of him for Hee 's gentle and not fearfull Pros What I say My foote my Tutor Put thy sword vp Traitor Who mak'st a shew but dar'st not strike thy conscience Is so possest with guilt Come from thy ward For I can heere disarme thee with this sticke And make thy weapon drop Mira. Beseech you Father Pros Hence hang not on my garments Mira. Sir haue pity I le be his surety Pros Silence One word more Shall make me chide thee if not hate thee What An aduocate for an Impostor Hush Thou think'st there is no more such shapes as he Hauing seene but him and Caliban Foolish wench To th' most of men this is a Caliban And they to him are Angels Mira. My affections Are then most humble I haue no ambition To see a goodlier man Pros Come on obey Thy Nerues are in their infancy againe And haue no vigour in them Fer. So they are My spirits as in a dreame are all bound vp My Fathers losse the weaknesse which I feele The wracke of all my friends nor this mans threats To whom I am subdude are but light to me Might I but through my prison once a day Behold this Mayd all corners else o' th' Earth Let liberty make vse of space enough Haue I in such a prison Pros It workes Come on Thou hast done well fine Ariell follow me Harke what thou else shalt do mee Mira. Be of comfort My Fathers of a better nature Sir Then he appeares by speech this is vnwonted Which now came from him Pros Thou shalt be as free As mountaine windes but then exactly do All points of my command Ariell To th' syllable Pros Come follow speake not for him Exeunt Actus Secundus Scoena Prima Enter Alonso Sebastian Anthonio Gonzalo Adrian Francisco and others Gonz. Beseech you Sir be merry you haue cause So haue we all of ioy for our escape Is much beyond our losse our hint of woe Is common euery day some Saylors wife The Masters of some Merchant and the Merchant Haue iust our Theame of woe But for the miracle I meane our preseruation few in millions Can speake like vs then wisely good Sir weigh Our sorrow with our comfort Alons Prethee peace Seb. He receiues comfort like cold porredge Ant. The Visitor will not giue him ore so Seb. Looke hee 's winding vp the watch of his wit By and by it will strike Gon. Sir Seb. One Tell. Gon.
Ant. Nay good my Lord be not angry Gon. No I warrant you I vvill not aduenture my discretion so weakly Will you laugh me asleepe for I am very heauy Ant. Go sleepe and heare vs. Alon. What all so soone asleepe I wish mine eyes Would with themselues shut vp my thoughts I finde they are inclin'd to do so Seb. Please you Sir Do not omit the heauy offer of it It sildome visits sorrow when it doth it is a Comforter Ant. We two my Lord will guard your person While you take your rest and watch your safety Alon. Thanke you Wondrous heauy Seb. What a strange drowsines possesses them Ant. It is the quality o' th' Clymate Seb. Why Doth it not then our eye-lids sinke I finde Not my selfe dispos'd to sleep Ant. Nor I my spirits are nimble They fell together all as by consent They dropt as by a Thunder-stroke what might Worthy Sebastian O what might no more And yet me thinkes I see it in thy face What thou should'st be th' occasion speaks thee and My strong imagination see 's a Crowne Dropping vpon thy head Seb. What art thou waking Ant. Do you not heare me speake Seb. I do and surely It is a sleepy Language and thou speak'st Out of thy sleepe What is it thou didst say This is a strange repose to be asleepe With eyes wide open standing speaking mouing And yet so fast asleepe Ant. Noble Sebastian Thou let'st thy fortune sleepe die rather wink'st Whiles thou art waking Seb. Thou do'st snore distinctly There 's meaning in thy snores Ant. I am more serious then my custome you Must be so too if heed me which to do Trebbles thee o're Seb. Well I am standing water Ant. I le teach you how to flow Seb. Do so to ebbe Hereditary Sloth instructs me Ant. O! If you but knew how you the purpose cherish Whiles thus you mocke it how in stripping it You more inuest it ebbing men indeed Most often do so neere the bottome run By their owne feare or sloth Seb. ' Pre-thee say on The setting of thine eye and cheeke proclaime A matter from thee and a birth indeed Which throwes thee much to yeeld Ant. Thus Sir Although this Lord of weake remembrance this Who shall be of as little memory When he is earth'd hath here almost perswaded For hee 's a Spirit of perswasion onely Professes to perswade the King his sonne 's aliue 'T is as impossible that hee 's vndrown'd As he that sleepes heere swims Seb. I haue no hope That hee 's vndrown'd Ant. O out of that no hope What great hope haue you No hope that way Is Another way so high a hope that euen Ambition cannot pierce a winke beyond But doubt discouery there Will you grant with me That Ferdinand is drown'd Seb. He 's gone Ant. Then tell me who 's the next heire of Naples Seb. Claribell Ant. She that is Queene of Tunis she that dwels Ten leagues beyond mans life she that from Naples Can haue no note vnlesse the Sun were post The Man i' th Moone 's too slow till new-borne chinnes Be rough and Razor-able She that from whom We all were sea-swallow'd though some cast againe And by that destiny to performe an act Whereof what 's past is Prologue what to come In yours and my discharge Seb. What stuffe is this How say you 'T is true my brothers daughter's Queene of Tunis So is she heyre of Naples 'twixt which Regions There is some space Ant. A space whose eu'ry cubit Seemes to cry out how shall that Claribell Measure vs backe to Naples keepe in Tunis And let Sebastian wake Say this were death That now hath seiz'd them why they were no worse Then now they are There be that can rule Naples As well as he that sleepes Lords that can prate As amply and vnnecessarily As this Gonzallo I my selfe could make A Chough of as deepe chat O that you bore The minde that I do what a sleepe were this For your aduancement Do you vnderstand me Seb. Me thinkes I do Ant. And how do's your content Tender your owne good fortune Seb. I remember You did supplant your Brothet Prospero Ant. True And looke how well my Garments sit vpon me Much feater then before My Brothers seruants Were then my fellowes now they are my men Seb. But for your conscience Ant. I Sir where lies that If 't were a kybe 'T would put me to my slipper But I feele not This Deity in my bosome ' Twentie consciences That stand 'twixt me and Millaine candied be they And melt ere they mollest Heere lies your Brother No better then the earth he lies vpon If he were that which now hee 's like that 's dead Whom I with this obedient steele three inches of it Can lay to bed for euer whiles you doing thus To the perpetuall winke for aye might put This ancient morsell this Sir Prudence who Should not vpbraid our course for all the rest They 'l take suggestion as a Cat laps milke They 'l tell the clocke to any businesse that We say befits the houre Seb. Thy case deere Friend Shall be my president As thou got'st Millaine I 'le come by Naples Draw thy sword one stroke Shall free thee from the tribute which thou paiest And I the King shall loue thee Ant. Draw together And when I reare my hand do you the like To fall it on Gonzalo Seb. O but one word Enter Ariell with Musicke and Song Ariel My Master through his Art foresees the danger That you his friend are in and sends me forth For else his proiect dies to keepe them liuing Sings in Gonzaloes eare While you here do snoaring lie Open-ey'd Conspiracie His time doth take If of Life you keepe a care Shake off slumber and beware Awake awake Ant. Then let vs both be sodaine Gon. Now good Angels preserue the King Alo. Why how now hoa awake why are you drawn Wherefore this ghastly looking Gon. What 's the matter Seb. Whiles we stood here securing your repose Euen now we heard a hollow burst of bellowing Like Buls or rather Lyons did't not wake you It strooke mine eare most terribly Alo. I heard nothing Ant. O 't was a din to fright a Monsters eare To make an earthquake sure it was the roare Of a whole heard of Lyons Alo. Heard you this Gonzalo Gon. Vpon mine honour Sir I heard a humming And that a strange one too which did awake me I shak'd you Sir and cride as mine eyes opend I saw their weapons drawne there was a noyse That 's verily 't is best we stand vpon our guard Or that we quit this place let 's draw our weapons Alo. Lead off this ground let 's make further search For my poore sonne Gon. Heauens keepe him from these Beasts For he is sure i' th Island Alo. Lead away Ariell Prospero my Lord shall know what I haue done So King goe safely on to seeke thy Son Exeunt Scoena Secunda Enter Caliban with
drowne my booke Solemne musicke Heere enters Ariel before Then Alonso with a franticke gesture attended by Gonzalo Sebastian and Anthonio in like manner attended by Adrian and Francisco They all enter the circle which Prospero had made and there stand charm'd which Prospero obseruing speakes A solemne Ayre and the best comforter To an vnsetled fancie Cure thy braines Now vselesse boile within thy skull there stand For you are Spell-stopt Holy Gonzallo Honourable man Mine eyes ev'n sociable to the shew of thine Fall fellowly drops The charme dissolues apace And as the morning steales vpon the night Melting the darkenesse so their rising sences Begin to chace the ignorant fumes that mantle Their cleerer reason O good Gonzallo My true preseruer and a loyall Sir To him thou follow'st I will pay thy graces Home both in word and deede Most cruelly Did thou Alonso vse me and my daughter Thy brother was a furtherer in the Act Thou art pinch'd for 't now Sebastian Flesh and bloud You brother mine that entertaine ambition Expelld remorse and nature whom with Sebastian Whose inward pinches therefore are most strong Would heere haue kill'd your King I do forgiue thee Vnnaturall though thou art Their vnderstanding Begins to swell and the approching tide Will shortly fill the reasonable shore That now ly foule and muddy not one of them That yet lookes on me or would know me Ariell Fetch me the Hat and Rapier in my Cell I will discase me and my selfe present As I was sometime Millaine quickly Spirit Thou shalt ere long be free Ariell sings and helps to attire him Where the Bee sucks there suck I In a Cowslips bell I lie There I cowch when Owles doe crie On the Batts backe I doe flie after Sommer merrily Merrily merrily shall I liue now Vnder the blossom that hangs on the Bow Pro. Why that 's my dainty Ariell I shall misse Thee but yet thou shalt haue freedome so so so To the Kings ship inuisible as thou art There shalt thou finde the Marriners asleepe Vnder the Hatches the Master and the Boat-swaine Being awake enforce them to this place And presently I pre'thee Ar. I drinke the aire before me and returne Or ere your pulse twice beate Exit Gon. All torment trouble wonder and amazement Inhabits heere some heauenly power guide vs Out of this fearefull Country Pro. Behold Sir King The wronged Duke of Millaine Prospero For more assurance that a liuing Prince Do's now speake to thee I embrace thy body And to thee and thy Company I bid A hearty welcome Alo. Where thou bee'st he or no Or some inchanted triflle to abuse me As late I haue beene I not know thy Pulse Beats as of flesh and blood and since I saw thee Th' affliction of my minde amends with which I feare a madnesse held me this must craue And if this be at all a most strange story Thy Dukedome I resigne and doe entreat Thou pardon me my wrongs But how shold Prospero Be liuing and be heere Pro. First noble Frend Let me embrace thine age whose honor cannot Be measur'd or confin'd Gonz. Whether this be Or be not I 'le not sweare Pro. You doe yet taste Some subtleties o' th' Isle that will not let you Beleeue things certaine Wellcome my friends all But you my brace of Lords were I so minded I heere could plucke his Highnesse frowne vpon you And iustifie you Traitors at this time I will tell no tales Seb. The Diuell speakes in him Pro. No For you most wicked Sir whom to call brother Would euen infect my mouth I do forgiue Thy rankest fault all of them and require My Dukedome of thee which perforce I know Thou must restore Alo. If thou beest Prospero Giue vs particulars of thy preferuation How thou hast met vs heere whom three howres since Were wrackt vpon this shore where I haue lost How sharp the point of this remembrance is My deere sonne Ferdinand Pro. I am woe for 't Sir Alo. Irreparable is the losse and patience Saies it is past her cure Pro. I rather thinke You haue not sought her helpe of whose soft grace For the like losse I haue her soueraigne aid And rest my selfe content Alo. You the like losse Pro. As great to me as late and supportable To make the deere losse haue I meanes much weaker Then you may call to comfort you for I Haue lost my daughter Alo. A daughter Oh heauens that they were liuing both in Nalpes The King and Queene there that they were I wish My selfe were mudded in that oo-zie bed Where my sonne lies when did you lose your daughter Pro. In this last Tempest I perceiue these Lords At this encounter doe so much admire That they deuoure their reason and scarce thinke Their eies doe offices of Truth Their words Are naturall breath but howsoeu'r you haue Beene iustled from your sences know for certain That I am Prospero and that very Duke Which was thrust forth of Millaine who most strangely Vpon this shore where you were wrackt was landed To be the Lord on 't No more yet of this For 't is a Chronicle of day by day Not a relation for a break-fast nor Befitting this first meeting Welcome Sir This Cell's my Court heere haue I few attendants And Subiects none abroad pray you looke in My Dukedome since you haue giuen me againe I will requite you with as good a thing At least bring forth a wonder to content ye As much as me my Dukedome Here Prospero discouers Ferdinand and Miranda playing at Chessei Mir. Sweet Lord you play me false Fer. No my dearest loue I would not for the world Mir. Yes for a score of Kingdomes you should wrangle And I would call it faire play Alo. If this proue A vision of the Island one deere Sonne Shall I twice loose Seb. A most high miracle Fer. Though the Seas threaten they are mercifull I haue curs'd them without cause Alo. Now all the blessings Of a glad father compasse thee about Arise and say how thou cam'st heere Mir. O wonder How many goodly creatures are there heere How beauteous mankinde is O braue new world That has such people in 't Pro. 'T is new to thee Alo. What is this Maid with whom thou was 't at play Your eld'st acquaintance cannot be three houres Is she the goddesse that hath seuer'd vs And brought vs thus together Fer. Sir she is mortall But by immortall prouidence she 's mine I chose her when I could not aske my Father For his aduise nor thought I had one She Is daughter to this famous Duke of Millaine Of whom so often I haue heard renowne But neuer saw before of whom I haue Receiu'd a second life and second Father This Lady makes him to me Alo. I am hers But O how odly will it sound that I Must aske my childe forgiuenesse Pro. There Sir stop Let vs not burthen our remembrances with A heauinesse that 's gon Gon. I haue inly wept Or should haue
to post after with oares what 's the matter why weep'st thou man away asse you 'l loose the Tide if you tarry any longer Laun. It is no matter if the tide were lost for it is the vnkindest Tide that euer any man tide Panth. What 's the vnkindest tide Lau. Why he that 's tide here Crab my dog Pant. Tut man I meane thou 'lt loose the flood and in loosing the flood loose thy voyage and in loosing thy voyage loose thy Master and in loosing thy Master loose thy seruice and in loosing thy seruice why dost thou stop my mouth Laun. For feare thou shouldst loose thy tongue Panth. Where should I loose my tongue Laun. In thy Tale. Panth. In thy Taile Laun. Loose the Tide and the voyage and the Master and the Seruice and the tide why man if the Riuer were drie I am able to fill it with my teares if the winde were downe I could driue the boate with my sighes Panth. Come come away man I was sent to call thee Lau. Sir call me what thou dar'st Pant. Wilt thou goe Laun. Well I will goe Exeunt Scena Quarta Enter Valentine Siluia Thurio Speed Duke Protheus Sil. Seruant Val. Mistris Spee Master Sir Thurio frownes on you Val. I Boy it 's for loue Spee Not of you Val. Of my Mistresse then Spee 'T were good you knockt him Sil. Seruant you are sad Val. Indeed Madam I seeme so Thu. Seeme you that you are not Val. Hap'ly I doe Thu. So doe Counterfeyts Val. So doe you Thu. What seeme I that I am not Val. Wise Thu. What instance of the contrary Val. Your folly Thu. And how quoat you my folly Val I quoat it in your Ierkin Thu. My Ierkin is a doublet Val. Well then I le double your folly Thu. How Sil. What angry Sir Thurio do you change colour Val. Giue him leaue Madam he is a kind of Camelion Thu. That hath more minde to feed on your bloud then liue in your ayre Val. You haue said Sir Thu. I Sir and done too for this time Val. I know it wel sir you alwaies end ere you begin Sil. A fine volly of words gentlemē quickly shot off Val. 'T is indeed Madam we thank the giuer Sil. Who is that Seruant Val. Your selfe sweet Lady for you gaue the fire Sir Thurio borrows his wit from your Ladiships lookes And spends what he borrowes kindly in your company Thu. Sir if you spend word for word with me I shall make your wit bankrupt Val. I know it well sir you haue an Exchequer of words And I thinke no other treasure to giue your followers For it appeares by their bare Liueries That they liue by your bare words Sil. No more gentlemen no more Here comes my father Duk. Now daughter Siluia you are hard beset Sir Valentine your father is in good health What say you to a Letter from your friends Of much good newes Val. My Lord I will be thankfull To any happy messenger from thence Duk. Know ye Don Antonio your Countriman Val. I my good Lord I know the Gentleman To be of worth and worthy estimation And not without desert so well reputed Duk. Hath he not a Sonne Val I my good Lord a Son that well deserues The honor and regard of such a father Duk. You know him well Val I knew him as my selfe for from our Infancie We haue conuerst and spent our howres together And though my selfe haue beene an idle Trewant Omitting the sweet benefit of time To cloath mine age with Angel-like perfection Yet hath Sir Protheus for that 's his name Made vse and faire aduantage of his daies His yeares but yong but his experience old His head vn-mellowed but his Iudgement ripe And in a word for far behinde his worth Comes all the praises that I now bestow He is compleat in feature and in minde With all good grace to grace a Gentleman Duk. Beshrew me sir but if he make this good He is as worthy for an Empresse loue As meet to be an Emperors Councellor Well Sir this Gentleman is come to me With Commendation from great Potentates And heere he meanes to spend his time a while I thinke 't is no vn-welcome newes to you Val Should I haue wish'd a thing it had beene he Duk. Welcome him then according to his worth Siluia I speake to you and you Sir Thurio For Valentine I need not cite him to it I will send him hither to you presently Val. This is the Gentleman I told your Ladiship Had come along with me but that his Mistresse Did hold his eyes lockt in her Christall lookes Sil. Be-like that now she hath enfranchis'd them Vpon some other pawne for fealty Val. Nay sure I thinke she holds them prisoners stil Sil. Nay then he should be blind and being blind How could he see his way to seeke out you Val Why Lady Loue hath twenty paire of eyes Thur. They say that Loue hath not an eye at all Val. To see such Louers Thurio as your selfe Vpon a homely obiect Loue can winke Sil. Haue done haue done here comes y e gentleman Val. Welcome deer Protheus Mistris I beseech you Confirme his welcome with some speciall fauor Sil. His worth is warrant for his welcome hether If this be he you oft haue wish'd to heare from Val Mistris it is sweet Lady entertaine him To be my fellow-seruant to your Ladiship Sil. Too low a Mistres for so high a seruant Pro. Not so sweet Lady but too meane a seruant To haue a looke of such a worthy a Mistresse Val. Leaue off discourse of disabilitie Sweet Lady entertaine him for your Seruant Pro. My dutie will I boast of nothing else Sil. And dutie neuer yet did want his meed Seruant you are welcome to a worthlesse Mistresse Pro. I le die on him that saies so but your selfe Sil. That you are welcome Pro. That you are worthlesse Thur. Madam my Lord your father wold speak with you Sil. I wait vpon his pleasure Come Sir Thurio Goe with me once more new Seruant welcome I le leaue you to confer of home affaires When you haue done we looke too heare from you Pro. Wee 'll both attend vpon your Ladiship Val. Now tell me how do al from whence you came Pro. Your frends are wel haue thē much cōmended Val. And how doe yours Pro. I left them all in health Val. How does your Lady how thriues your loue Pro. My tales of Loue were wont to weary you I know you ioy not in a Loue-discourse Val. I Protheus but that life is alter'd now I haue done pennance for contemning Loue Whose high emperious thoughts haue punish'd me With bitter fasts with penitentiall grones With nightly teares and daily hart-sore sighes For in reuenge of my contempt of loue Loue hath chas'd sleepe from my enthralled eyes And made them watchers of mine owne hearts sorrow O gentle Protheus Loue 's a mighty Lord And hath so humbled me as I confesse There is
vnto my friend Hath made me publisher of this pretence Duke Vpon mine Honor he shall neuer know That I had any light from thee of this Pro. Adiew my Lord Sir Valentine is comming Duk. Sir Valentine whether away so fast Val. Please it your Grace there is a Messenger That stayes to beare my Letters to my friends And I am going to deliuer them Duk. Be they of much import Val. The tenure of them doth but signifie My health and happy being at your Court. Duk. Nay then no matter stay with me a while I am to breake with thee of some affaires That touch me neere wherein thou must be secret 'T is not vnknown to thee that I haue sought To match my friend Sir Thurio to my daughter Val. I know it well my Lord and sure the Match Were rich and honourable besides the gentleman Is full of Vertue Bounty Worth and Qualities Beseeming such a Wife as your faire daughter Cannot your Grace win her to fancie him Duk. No trust me She is peeuish sullen froward Prowd disobedient stubborne lacking duty Neither regarding that she is my childe Nor fearing me as if I were her father And may I say to thee this pride of hers Vpon aduice hath drawne my loue from her And where I thought the remnant of mine age Should haue beene cherish'd by her child-like dutie I now am full resolu'd to take a wife And tur◠her out to who will take her in Then let her beauty be her wedding dowre For me and my possessions she esteemes not Val. What would your Grace haue me to do in this Duk. There is a Lady in Verona heere Whom I affect but she is nice and coy And naught esteemes my aged eloquence Now therefore would I haue thee to my Tutor For long agone I haue forgot to court Besides the fashion of the time is chang'd How and which way I may bestow my selfe To be regarded in her sun-bright eye Val. Win her with gifts if she respect not words Dumbe Iewels often in their silent kinde More then quicke words doe moue a womans minde Duk. But she did scorne a present that I sent her Val. A woman somtime scorns what best cōtents her Send her another neuer giue her ore For scorne at first makes after-loue the more If she doe frowne 't is not in hate of you But rather to beget more loue in you If she doe chide 't is not to haue you gone For why the fooles are mad if left alone Take no repulse what euer she doth say For get you gon she doth not meane away Flatter and praise commend extoll their graces Though nere so blacke say they haue Angells faces That man that hath a tongue I say is no man If with his tongue he cannot win a woman Duk. But she I meane is promis'd by her friends Vnto a youthfull Gentleman of worth And kept seuerely from resort of men That no man hath accesse by day to her Val. Why then I would resort to her by night Duk. I but the doores be lockt and keyes kept safe That no man hath recourse to her by night Val What letts but one may enter at her window Duk. Her chamber is aloft far from the ground And built so sheluing that one cannot climbe it Without apparant hazard of his life Val Why then a Ladder quaintly made of Cords To cast vp with a paire of anchoring hookes Would serue to scale another Hero's towre So bold Leander would aduenture it Duk. Now as thou art a Gentleman of blood Aduise me where I may haue such a Ladder Val. When would you vse it pray sir tell me that Duk. This very night for Loue is like a childe That longs for euery thing that he can come by Val. By seauen a clock I le get you such a Ladder Duk But harke thee I will goe to her alone How shall I best conuey the Ladder thither Val. It will be light my Lord that you may beare it Vnder a cloake that is of any length Duk. A cloake as long as thine will serue the turne Val I my good Lord. Duk. Then let me see thy cloake I le get me one of such another length Val. Why any cloake will serue the turn my Lord Duk. How shall I fashion me to weare a cloake I pray thee let me feele thy cloake vpon me What Letter is this same what 's here to Siluia And heere an Engine fit for my proceeding I le be so bold to breake the seale for once My thoughts do harbour with my Siluia nightly And slaues they are to me that send them flying Oh could their Master come and goe as lightly Himselfe would lodge where senceles they are lying My Herald Thoughts in thy pure bosome rest-them While I their King that thither them importune Doe curse the grace that with such grace hath blest them Because my selfe doe want my seruants fortune I curse my selfe for they are sent by me That they should harbour where their Lord should be What 's here Siluia this night I will enfranchise thee 'T is so and heere 's the Ladder for the purpose Why Phaeton for thou art Merops sonne Wilt thou aspire to guide the heauenly Car And with thy daring folly burne the world Wilt thou reach stars because they shine on thee Goe base Intruder ouer-weening Slaue Bestow thy fawning smiles on equall mates And thinke my patience more then thy desert Is priuiledge for thy departure hence Thanke me for this more then for all the fauors Which all too much I haue bestowed on thee But if thou linger in my Territories Longer then swiftest expedition Will giue thee time to leaue our royall Court By heauen my wrath shall farre exceed the loue I euer bore my daughter or thy selfe Be gone I will not heare thy vaine excuse But as thou lou'st thy life make speed from hence Val. And why not death rather then liuing torment To die is to be banisht from my selfe And Siluia is my selfe banish'd from her Is selfe from selfe A deadly banishment What light is light if Siluia be not seene What ioy is ioy if Siluia be not by Vnlesse it be to thinke that she is by And feed vpon the shadow of perfection Except I be by Siluia in the night There is no musicke in the Nightingale Vnlesse I looke on Siluia in the day There is no day for me to looke vpon Shee is my essence and I leaue to be If I be not by her faire influence Foster'd illumin'd cherish'd kept aliue I flie not death to flie his deadly doome Tarry I heere I but attend on death But flie I hence I flie away from life Pro. Run boy run run and seeke him out Lau. So-hough Soa hough Pro. What seest thou Lau. Him we goe to finde There 's not a haire on 's head but t' is a Valentine Pro. Valentine Val. No. Pro. Who then his Spirit Val. Neither Pro. What then Val Nothing Lau. Can nothing speake Master shall
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
Care my coosin tells him in his eare that he is in my heart Clau. And so she doth coosin Beat. Good Lord for alliance thus goes euery one to the world but I and I am sun-burn'd I may sit in a corner and cry heigh ho for a husband Pedro. Lady Beatrice I will get you one Beat. I would rather haue one of your fathers getting hath your Grace ne're a brother like you your father got excellent husbands if a maid could come by them Prince Will you haue me Lady Beat. No my Lord vnlesse I might haue another for working-daies your Grace is too costly to weare euerie day but I beseech your Grace pardon mee I was borne to speake all mirth and no matter Prince Your silence most offends me and to be merry best becomes you for out of question you were born in a merry howre Beatr. No sure my Lord my Mother cried but then there was a starre daunst and vnder that was I borne cosins God giue you ioy Leonato Neece will you looke to those rhings I told you of Beat. I cry you mercy Vncle by your Graces pardon Exit Beatrice Prince By my troth a pleasant spirited Lady Leon. There 's little of the melancholy element in her my Lord she is neuer sad but when she sleepes and not euer sad then for I haue heard my daughter say she hath often dreamt of vnhappinesse and wakt her selfe with laughing Pedro. Shee cannot indure to heare tell of a husband Leonato O by no meanes she mocks all her wooers out of suite Prince She were an excellent wife for Benedick Leonato O Lord my Lord if they were but a weeke married they would talke themselues madde Prince Counte Claudio when meane you to goe to Church Clau. To morrow my Lord Time goes on crutches till Loue haue all his rites Leonata Not till monday my deare sonne which is hence a iust seuen night and a time too briefe too to haue all things answer minde Prince Come you shake the head at so long a breathing but I warrant thee Claudio the time shall not goe dully by vs I will in the interim vndertake one of Hercules labors which is to bring Signior Benedicke and the Lady Beatrice into a mountaine of affection th' one with th' other I would faine haue it a match and I doubt not but to fashion it if you three will but minister such assistance as I shall giue you direction Leonata My Lord I am for you though it cost mee ten nights watchings Claud. And I my Lord. Prin. And you to gentle Hero Hero I will doe any modest office my Lord to helpe my cosin to a good husband Prin. And Benedick is not the vnhopefullest husband that I know thus farre can I praise him hee is of a noble straine of approued valour and confirm'd honesty I will teach you how to humour your cosin that shee shall fall in loue with Benedicke and I with your two helpes will so practise on Benedicke that in despight of his quicke wit and his queasie stomacke hee shall fall in loue with Beatrice if wee can doe this Cupid is no longer an Archer his glory shall be ours for wee are the onely loue-gods goe in with me and I will tell you my drift Exit Enter Iohn and Borachio Ioh. It is so the Count Claudio shal marry the daughter of Leonato Bora. Yea my Lord but I can crosse it Iohn Any barre any crosse any impediment will be medicinable to me I am sicke in displeasure to him and whatsoeuer comes athwart his affection ranges euenly with mine how canst thou crosse this marriage Bor. Not honestly my Lord but so couertly that no dishonesty shall appeare in me Iohn Shew me breefely how Bor. I thinke I told your Lordship a yeere since how much I am in the fauour of Margaret the waiting gentlewoman to Hero Iohn I remember Bor. I can at any vnseasonable instant of the night appoint her to look out at her Ladies chamber window Iohn What life is in that to be the death of this marriage Bor. The poyson of that lies in you to temper goe you to the Prince your brother spare not to tell him that hee hath wronged his Honor in marrying the renowned Claudio whose estimation do you mightily hold vp to a contaminated stale such a one as Hero Iohn What proofe shall I make of that Bor. Proofe enough to misuse the Prince to vexe Claudio to vndoe Hero and kill Leonato looke you for any other issue Iohn Onely to despight them I will endeauour any thing Bor. Goe then finde me a meete howre to draw on Pedro and the Count Claudio alone tell them that you know that Hero loues me intend a kinde of zeale both to the Prince and Claudio as in a loue of your brothers honor who hath made this match and his friends reputation who is thus like to be cosen'd with the semblance of a maid that you haue discouer'd thus they will scarcely beleeue this without triall offer them instances which shall beare no lesse likelihood than to see mee at her chamber window heare me call Margaret Hero heare Margaret terme me Claudio and bring them to see this the very night before the intended wedding for in the meane time I will so fashion the matter that Hero shall be absent and there shall appeare such seeming truths of Heroes disloyaltie that iealousie shall be cal'd assurance and all the preparation ouerthrowne Iohn Grow this to what aduerse issue it can I will put it in practise be cunning in the working this and thy fee is a thousand ducates Bor. Be thou constant in the accusation and my cunning shall not shame me Iohn I will presentlie goe learne their day of marriage Exit Enter Benedicke alone Bene. Boy Boy Signior Bene. In my chamber window lies a booke bring it hither to me in the orchard Boy I am heere already sir Exit Bene. I know that but I would haue thee hence and heere againe I doe much wonder that one man seeing how much another man is a foole when he dedicates his behauiours to loue will after hee hath laught at such shallow follies in others become the argument of his owne scorne by falling in loue such a man is Claudio I haue known when there was no musicke with him but the drum and the fife and now had hee rather heare the taber and the pipe I haue knowne when he would haue walkt ten mile afoot to see a good armor and now will he lie ten nights awake caruing the fashion of a new dublet he was wont to speake plaine to the purpose like an honest man a souldier and now is he turn'd orthography his words are a very fantasticall banquet iust so many strange dishes may I be so conuerted see with these eyes I cannot tell I thinke not I will not bee sworne but loue may transforme me to an oyster but I le take my oath on it till he haue made
blood ripe as a Pomwater who now hangeth like a Iewell in the eare of Celo the skie the welken the heauen and anon falleth like a Crab on the face of Terra the soyle the land the earth Curat Nath. Truely M. Holofernes the epythithes are sweetly varied like a scholler at the least but sir I assure ye it was a Bucke of the first head Hol. Sir Nathaniel haud credo Dul. 'T was not a haud credo 't was a Pricket Hol. Most barbarous intimation yet a kinde of insinuation as it were in via in way of explication facere as it were replication or rather ostentare to show as it were his inclination after his vndressed vnpolished vneducated vnpruned vntrained or rather vnlettered or ratherest vnconfirmed fashion to insert againe my haud credo for a Deare Dul. I said the Deare was not a haud credo 't was a Pricket Hol. Twice sod simplicitie his coctus O thou monster Ignorance how deformed doost thou looke Nath. Sir hee hath neuer fed of the dainties that are bred in a booke He hath not eate paper as it were He hath not drunke inke His intellect is not replenished hee is onely an animall onely sensible in the duller parts and such barren plants are set before vs that we thankfull should be which we taste and feeling are for those parts that doe fructifie in vs more then he For as it would ill become me to be vaine indiscreet or a foole So were there a patch set on Learning to see him in a Schoole But omne bene say I being of an old Fathers minde Many can brooke the weather that loue not the winde Dul. You two are book-men Can you tell by your wit What was a month old at Cains birth that 's not fiue weekes old as yet Hol. Dictisima goodman Dull dictisima goodman Dull Dul. What is dictima Nath. A title to Phebe to Luna to the Moone Hol. The Moone was a month old when Adam was no more And wrought not to fiue-weekes when he came to fiuescore Th' allusion holds in the Exchange Dul. 'T is true indeede the Collusion holds in the Exchange Hol. God comfort thy capacity I say th' allusion holds in the Exchange Dul. And I say the polusion holds in the Exchange for the Moone is neuer but a month old and I say beside that 't was a Pricket that the Princesse kill'd Hol. Sir Nathaniel will you heare an extemporall Epytaph on the death of the Deare and to humour the ignorant call'd the Deare the Princesse kill'd a Pricket Nath. Perge good M. Holofernes perge so it shall please you to abrogate scurilitie Hol. I will something affect the letter for it argues facilitie The prayfull Princesse pearst and prickt a prettie pleasing Pricket Some say a Sore but not a sore till now made sore with shooting The Dogges did yell put ell to Sore then Sorell iumps from thicket Or Pricket-sore or else Sorell the people fall a hooting If Sore be sore then ell to Sore makes fiftie sores O sorell Of one sore I an hundred make by adding but one more L. Nath. A rare talent Dul. If a talent be a claw looke how he clawes him with a talent Nath. This is a gift that I haue simple simple a foolish extrauagant spirit full of formes figures shapes obiects Ideas apprehensions motions reuolutions These are begot in the ventricle of memorie nourisht in the wombe of primater and deliuered vpon the mellowing of occasion but the gift is good in those in whom it is acute and I am thankfull for it Hol. Sir I praise the Lord for you and so may my parishioners for their Sonnes are well tutor'd by you and their Daughters profit very greatly vnder you you are a good member of the common-wealth Nath. Mehercle If their Sonnes be ingennous they shall want no instruction If their Daughters be capable I will put it to them But Vir sapis qui pauca loquitur a soule Feminine saluteth vs. Enter Iaquenetta and the Clowne Iaqu God giue you good morrow M. Person Nath. Master Person quasi Person And if one should be perst Which is the one Clo. Marry M. Schoolemaster hee that is likest to a hogshead Nath. Of persing a Hogshead a good luster of conceit in a curph of Earth Fire enough for a Flint Pearle enough for a Swine 't is prettie it is well Iaqu Good Master Parson be so good as reade mee this Letter it was giuen mee by Costard and sent mee from Don Armatho I beseech you reade it Nath. Facile procor gellida quando pecas omnia sub vmbraruminat and so forth Ah good old Mantuan I may speake of thee as the traueiler doth of Venice vemchie vencha que non te vnde que non te perreche Old Mantuam old Mantuan Who vnderstandeth thee not vt re sol la mi fa Vnder pardon sir What are the contents or rather as Horrace sayes in his What my soule verses Hol. I sir and very learned Nath. Let me heare a staffe a stanze a verse Lege domine If Loue make me forsworne how shall I sweare to loue Ah neuer faith could hold if not to beautie vowed Though to my selfe forsworn to thee I le faithfull proue Those thoughts to mee were Okes to thee like Osiers bowed Studie his byas leaues and makes his booke thine eyes Where all those pleasures liue that Art would comprehend If knowledge be the marke to know thee shall suffice Well learned is that tongue that well can thee cōmend All ignorant that soule that sees thee without wonder Which is to me some praise that I thy parts admire Thy eye Ioues lightning beares thy voyce his dreadfull thunder Which not to anger bent is musique and sweet fire Celestiall as thou art Oh pardon loue this wrong That sings heauens praise with such an earthly tongue Ped. You finde not the apostraphas and so misse the accent Let me superuise the cangenet Nath. Here are onely numbers ratified but for the elegancy facility golden cadence of poesie caret Ouiddius Naso was the man And why in deed Naso but for smelling out the odoriferous flowers of fancy the ierkes of inuention imitarie is nothing So doth the Hound his master the Ape his keeper the tyred Horse his rider But Damosella virgin Was this directed to you Iaq. I sir from one mounsier Berowne one of the strange Queenes Lords Nath. I will ouerglance the superscript To the snow-white hand of the most beautious Lady Rosaline I will looke againe on the intellect of the Letter for the nomination of the partie written to the person written vnto Your Ladiships in all desired imployment Berowne Per. Sir Holofernes this Berowne is one of the Votaries with the King and here he hath framed a Letter to a sequent of the stranger Queenes which accidentally or by the way of progression hath miscarried Trip and goe my sweete deliuer this Paper into the hand of the King it may concerne much stay
sons Cel. I could match this beginning with an old tale Le Beu Three proper yong men of excellent growth and presence Ros With bils on their neckes Be it knowne vnto all men by these presents Le Beu The eldest of the three wrastled with Charles the Dukes Wrastler which Charles in a moment threw him and broke three of his ribbes that there is little hope of life in him So he seru'd the second and so the third yonder they lie the poore old man their Father making such pittiful dole ouer them that all the beholders take his part with weeping Ros Alas Clo. But what is the sport Monsieur that the Ladies haue lost Le Beu Why this that I speake of Clo. Thus men may grow wiser euery day It is the first time that euer I heard breaking of ribbes was sport for Ladies Cel. Or I I promise thee Ros But is there any else longs to see this broken Musicke in his sides Is there yet another doates vpon rib-breaking Shall we see this wrastling Cosin Le Beu You must if you stay heere for heere is the place appointed for the wrastling and they are ready to performe it Cel. Yonder sure they are comming Let vs now stay and see it Flourish Enter Duke Lords Orlando Charles and Attendants Duke Come on since the youth will not be intreated His owne perill on his forwardnesse Ros Is yonder the man Le Beu Euen he Madam Cel. Alas he is too yong yet he looks successefully Du. How now daughter and Cousin Are you crept hither to see the wrastling Ros I my Liege so please you giue vs leaue Du. You wil take little delight in it I can tell you there is such oddes in the man In pitie of the challengers youth I would faine disswade him but he will not bee entreated Speake to him Ladies see if you can mooue him Cel. Call him hether good Monsieuer Le Beu Duke Do so I le not be by Le Beu Monsieur the Challenger the Princesse cals for you Orl. I attend them with all respect and dutie Ros Young man haue you challeng'd Charles the Wrastler Orl. No faire Princesse he is the generall challenger I come but in as others do to try with him the strength of my youth Cel. Yong Gentleman your spirits are too bold for your yeares you haue seene cruell proofe of this mans strength if you saw your selfe with your eies or knew your selfe with your iudgment the feare of your aduenture would counsel you to a more equall enterprise We pray you for your owne sake to embrace your own safetie and giue ouer this attempt Ros Do yong Sir your reputation shall not therefore be misprised we wil make it our suite to the Duke that the wrastling might not go forward Orl. I beseech you punish mee not with your harde thoughts wherein I confesse me much guiltie to denie so faire and excellent Ladies anie thing But let your faire eies and gentle wishes go with mee to my triall wherein if I bee foil'd there is but one sham'd that vvas neuer gracious if kil'd but one dead that is willing to be so I shall do my friends no wrong for I haue none to lament me the world no iniurie for in it I haue nothing onely in the world I fil vp a place which may bee better supplied when I haue made it emptie Ros The little strength that I haue I would it vvere with you Cel. And mine to eeke out hers Ros Fare you well praie heauen I be deceiu'd in you Cel. Your hearts desires be with you Char. Come where is this yong gallant that is so desirous to lie with his mother earth Orl. Readie Sir but his will hath in it a more modest working Duk. You shall trie but one fall Cha. No I warrant your Grace you shall not entreat him to a second that haue so mightilie perswaded him from a first Orl. You meane to mocke me after you should not haue mockt me before but come your waies Ros Now Hercules be thy speede yong man Cel. I would I were inuisible to catch the strong fellow by the legge Wrastle Ros Oh excellent yong man Cel. If I had a thunderbolt in mine eie I can tell who should downe Shout Duk. No more no more Orl. Yes I beseech your Grace I am not yet well breath'd Duk. How do'st thou Charles Le Beu He cannot speake my Lord. Duk. Beare him awaie What is thy name yong man Orl. Orlando my Liege the yongest sonne of Sir Roland de Boys Duk. I would thou hadst beene son to some man else The world esteem'd thy father honourable But I did finde him still mine enemie Thou should'st haue better pleas'd me with this deede Hadst thou descended from another house But fare thee well thou art a gallant youth I would thou had'st told me of another Father Exit Duke Cel. Were I my Father Coze would I do this Orl. I am more proud to be Sir Rolands sonne His yongest sonne and would not change that calling To be adopted heire to Fredricke Ros My Father lou'd Sir Roland as his soule And all the world was of my Fathers minde Had I before knowne this yong man his sonne I should haue giuen him teares vnto entreaties Ere he should thus haue ventur'd Cel. Gentle Cosen Let vs goe thanke him and encourage him My Fathers rough and enuious disposition Sticks me at heart Sir you haue well deseru'd If you doe keepe your promises in loue But iustly as you haue exceeded all promise Your Mistris shall be happie Ros Gentleman Weare this for me one out of suites with fortune That could giue more but that her hand lacks meanes Shall we goe Coze Cel. I fare you well faire Gentleman Orl. Can I not say I thanke you My better parts Are all throwne downe and that which here stands vp Is but a quintine a meere liuelesse blocke Ros He cals vs back my pride fell with my fortunes I le aske him what he would Did you call Sir Sir you haue wrastled well and ouerthrowne More then your enemies Cel. Will you goe Coze Ros Haue with you fare you well Exit Orl. What passion hangs these waights vpō my toong I cannot speake to her yet she vrg'd conference Enter Le Beu O poore Orlando thou art ouerthrowne Or Charles or something weaker masters thee Le Beu Good Sir I do in friendship counsaile you Te leaue this place Albeit you haue deseru'd High commendation true applause and loue Yet such is now the Dukes condition That he misconsters all that you haue done The Duke is humorous what he is indeede More suites you to conceiue then I to speake of Orl. I thanke you Sir and pray you tell me this Which of the two was daughter of the Duke That here was at the Wrastling Le Beu Neither his daughter if we iudge by manners But yet indeede the taller is his daughter The other is daughter to the banish'd
meane habiliments Our purses shall be proud our garments poore For 't is the minde that makes the bodie rich And as the Sunne breakes through the darkest clouds So honor peereth in the meanest habit What is the Iay more precious then the Larke Because his feathers are more beautifull Or is the Adder better then the Eele Because his painted skin contents the eye Oh no good Kate neither art thou the worse For this poore furniture and meane array If thou accountedst it shame lay it on me And therefore frolicke we will hence forthwith To feast and sport vs at thy fathers house Go call my men and let vs straight to him And bring our horses vnto Long-lane end There wil we mount and thither walke on foote Let 's see I thinke 't is now some seuen a clocke And well we may come there by dinner time Kate. I dare assure you sir 't is almost two And 't will be supper time ere you come there Pet. It shall be seuen ere I go to horse Looke what I speake or do or thinke to doe You are still crossing it sirs let 't alone I will not goe to day and ere I doe It shall be what a clock I say it is Hor. Why so this gallant will command the sunne Enter Tranio and the Pedant drest like Vincentio Tra. Sirs this is the house please it you that I call Ped. I what else and but I be deceiued Signior Baptista may remember me Neere twentie yeares a goe in Genoa Tra. Where we were lodgers at the Pegasus T is well and hold your owne in any case With such austeritie as longeth to a father Enter Biondello Ped. I warrant you but sir here comes your boy T were good he were school'd Tra. Feare you not him sirra Biondello Now doe your dutie throughlie I aduise you Imagine 't were the right Vincentio Bion. Tut feare not me Tra. But hast thou done thy errand to Baptista Bion. I told him that your father was at Venice And that you look't for him this day in Padua Tra. Th' art a tall fellow hold thee that to drinke Here comes Baptista set your countenance sir Enter Baptista and Lucentio Pedant booted and bare headed Tra. Signior Baptista you are happilie met Sir this is the gentleman I told you of I pray you stand good father to me now Giue me Bianca for my patrimony Ped. Soft son sir by your leaue hauing com to Padua To gather in some debts my son Lucentio Made me acquainted with a waighty cause Of loue betweene your daughter and himselfe And for the good report I heare of you And for the loue he beareth to your daughter And she to him to stay him not too long I am content in a good fathers care To haue him matcht and if you please to like No worse then I vpon some agreement Me shall you finde readie and willing With one consent to haue her so bestowed For curious I cannot be with you Signior Baptista of whom I heare so well Bap. Sir pardon me in what I haue to say Your plainnesse and your shortnesse please me well Right true it is your sonne Lucentio here Doth loue my daughter and she loueth him Or both dissemble deepely their affections And therefore if you say no more then this That like a Father you will deale with him And passe my daughter a sufficient dower The match is made and all is done Your sonne shall haue my daughter with consent Tra. I thanke you sir where then doe you know best We be affied and such assurance tane As shall with either parts agreement stand Bap. Not in my house Lucentio for you know Pitchers haue eares and I haue manie seruants Besides old Gremio is harkning still And happilie we might be interrupted Tra. Then at my lodging and it like you There doth my father lie and there this night Wee le passe the businesse priuately and well Send for your daughter by your seruant here My Boy shall fetch the Scriuener presentlie The worst is this that at so slender warning You are like to haue a thin and slender pittance Bap. It likes me well Cambio hie you home and bid Bianca make her readie straight And if you will tell what hath hapned Lucentios Father is arriued in Padua And how she 's like to be Lucentios wife Biond I praie the gods she may withall my heart Exit Tran. Dallie not with the gods but get thee gone Enter Peter Signior Baptista shall I leade the way Welcome one messe is like to be your cheere Come sir we will better it in Pisa Bap. I follow you Exeunt Enter Lucentio and Biondello Bion. Cambio Luc. What saist thou Biondello Biond You saw my Master winke and laugh vpon you Luc. Biondello what of that Biond Faith nothing but has left mee here behinde to expound the meaning or morrall of his signes and tokens Luc. I pray thee moralize them Biond Then thus Baptista is safe talking with the deceiuing Father of a deceitfull sonne Luc. And what of him Biond His daughter is to be brought by you to the supper Luc. And then Bio The old Priest at Saint Lukes Church is at your command at all houres Luc. And what of all this Bion. I cannot tell expect they are busied about a counterfeit assurance take you assurance of her Cum preuilegio ad Impremendum solem to th' Church take the Priest Clarke and some sufficient honest witnesses If this be not that you looke for I haue no more to say But bid Bianca farewell for euer and a day Luc. Hear'st thou Biondello Biond I cannot tarry I knew a wench maried in an afternoone as shee went to the Garden for Parseley to stuffe a Rabit and so may you sir and so adew sir my Master hath appointed me to goe to Saint Lukes to bid the Priest be readie to come against you come with your appendix Exit Luc. I may and will if she be so contented She will be pleas'd then wherefore should I doubt Hap what hap may I le roundly goe about her It shall goe hard if Cambio goe without her Exit Enter Petruchio Kate Hortentio Petr. Come on a Gods name once more toward our fathers Good Lord how bright and goodly shines the Moone Kate. The Moone the Sunne it is not Moonelight now Pet. I say it is the Moone that shines so bright Kate. I know it is the Sunne that shines so bright Pet. Now by my mothers sonne and that 's my selfe It shall be moone or starre or what I list Or ere I iourney to your Fathers house Goe on and fetch our horses backe againe Euermore crost and crost nothing but crost Hort. Say as he saies or we shall neuer goe Kate. Forward I pray since we haue come so farre And be it moone or sunne or what you please And if you please to call it a rush Candle Henceforth I vowe it shall be so for me Petr. I say it is the Moone Kate. I know
for aduantage Hel. So is running away When feare proposes the safetie But the composition that your valour and feare makes in you is a vertue of a good wing and I like the weare well Paroll I am so full of businesses I cannot answere thee acutely I will returne perfect Courtier in the which my instruction shall serue to naturalize thee so thou wilt be capeable of a Courtiers councell and vnderstand what aduice shall thrust vppon thee else thou diest in thine vnthankfulnes and thine ignorance makes thee away farewell When thou hast leysure say thy praiers when thou hast none remember thy Friends Get thee a good husband and vse him as he vses thee So farewell Hel. Our remedies oft in our selues do lye Which we ascribe to heauen the fated skye Giues vs free scope onely doth backward pull Our slow designes when we our selues are dull What power is it which mounts my loue so hye That makes me see and cannot feede mine eye The mightiest space in fortune Nature brings To ioyne like likes and kisse like natiue things Impossible be strange attempts to those That weigh their paines in sence and do suppose What hath beene cannot be Who euer stroue To shew her merit that did misse her loue The Kings disease my proiect may deceiue me But my intents are fixt and will not leaue me Exit Flourish Cornets Enter the King of France with Letters and diuers Attendants King The Florentines and Senoys are by th' eares Haue fought with equall fortune and continue A brauing warre 1. Lo. G. So t is reported sir King Nay t is most credible we heere receiue it A certaintie vouch'd from our Cosin Austria With caution that the Florentine will moue vs For speedie ayde wherein our deerest friend Preiudicates the businesse and would seeme To haue vs make deniall 1. Lo. G. His loue and wisedome Approu'd so to your Maiesty may pleade For amplest credence King He hath arm'd our answer And Florence is deni'de before he comes Yet for our Gentlemen that meane to see The Tuscan seruice freely haue they leaue To stand on either part 2. Lo. E. It well may serue A nursserie to our Gentrie who are sicke For breathing and exploit King What 's he comes heere Enter Bertram Lafew and Parolies 1. Lor. G. It is the Count Rosignoll my good Lord Yong Bertram King Youth thou bear'st thy Fathers face Franke Nature rather curious then in hast Hath well compos'd thee Thy Fathers morall parts Maist thou inherit too Welcome to Paris Ber. My thankes and dutie are your Maiesties Kin. I would I had that corporall soundnesse now As when thy father and my selfe in friendship First tride out souldiership he did looke farre Into the seruice of the time and was Discipled of the brauest He lasted long But on vs both did haggish Age steale on And wore vs out of act It much repaires me To talke of your good father in his youth He had the wit which I can well obserue To day in our yong Lords but they may iest Till their owne scorne returne to them vnnoted Ere they can hide their leuitie in honour So like a Courtier contempt nor bitternesse Were in his pride or sharpnesse if they were His equall had awak'd them and his honour Clocke to it selfe knew the true minute when Exception bid him speake and at this time His tongue obey d his hand Who were below him He vs'd as creatures of another place And bow'd his eminent top to their low rankes Making them proud of his humilitie In their poore praise he humbled Such a man Might be a copie to these yonger times Which followed well would demonstrate them now But goers backward Ber. His good remembrance sir Lies richer in your thoughts then on his tombe So in approofe liues not his Epitaph As in your royall speech King Would I were with him he would alwaies say Me thinkes I heare him now his plausiue words He scatter'd not in eares but grafted them To grow there and to beare Let me not liue This his good melancholly oft began On the Catastrophe and heele of pastime When it was out Let me not liue quoth hee After my flame lackes oyle to be the snuffe Of yonger spirits whose apprehensiue senses All but new things disdaine whose iudgements are Meere fathers of their garments whose constancies Expire before their fashions this he wish'd I after him do after him wish too Since I nor wax nor honie can bring home I quickly were dissolued from my hiue To giue some Labourers roome L. 2. E. You 'r loued Sir They that least lend it you shall lacke you first Kin. I fill a place I know 't how long ist Count Since the Physitian at your fathers died He was much fam'd Ber. Some six moneths since my Lord. Kin. If he were liuing I would try him yet Lend me an arme the rest haue worne me out With seuerall applications Nature and sicknesse Debate it at their leisure Welcome Count My sonne 's no deerer Ber. Thanke your Maiesty Exit Flourish Enter Countesse Steward and Clowne Coun. I will now heare what say you of this gentlewoman Ste. Maddam the care I haue had to euen your content I wish might be found in the Kalender of my past endeuours for then we wound our Modestie and make foule the clearnesse of our deseruings whenof our selues we publish them Coun. What doe's this knaue heere Get you gone sirra the complaints I haue heard of you I do not all beleeue 't is my slownesse that I doe not For I know you lacke not folly to commit them haue abilitie enough to make such knaueries yours Clo. 'T is not vnknown to you Madam I am a poore fellow Coun. Well sir Clo. No maddam 'T is not so well that I am poore though manie of the rich are damn'd but if I may haue your Ladiships good will to goe to the world Isbell the woman and w will doe as we may Coun. Wilt thou needes be a begger Clo. I doe beg your good will in this case Cou. In what case Clo. In Isbels case and mine owne seruice is no heritage and I thinke I shall neuer haue the blessing of God till I haue issue a my bodie for they say barnes are blessings Cou. Tell me thy reason why thou wilt marrie Clo. My poore bodie Madam requires it I am driuen onby the flesh and hee must needes goe that the diuell driues Cou. Is this all your worships reason Clo. Faith Madam I haue other holie reasons such as they are Con. May the world know them Clo. I haue beene Madam a wicked creature as you and all flesh and blood are and indeede I doe marrie that I may repent Cou. Thy marriage sooner then thy wickednesse Clo. I am out a friends Madam and I hope to haue friends for my wiues sake Cou. Such friends are thine enemies knaue Clo. Y' are shallow Madam in great friends for the knaues come to doe that for me
which I am a wearie of he that ere 's my Land spares my teame and giues mee leaue to Inne the crop if I be his cuckold hee 's my drudge he that comforts my wife is the cherisher of my flesh and blood hee that cherishes my flesh and blood loues my flesh and blood he that loues my flesh and blood is my friend ergo he that kisses my wife is my friend if men could be contented to be what they are there were no feare in marriage for yong Charbon the Puritan and old Poysam the Papist how somere their hearts are seuer'd in Religion their heads are both one they may ioule horns together like any Deare i' th Herd Cou. Wilt thou euer be a foule mouth'd and calumnious knaue Clo. A Prophet I Madam and I speake the truth the next waie for I the Ballad will repeate which men full true shall finde your marriage comes by destinie your Cuckow sings by kinde Cou. Get you gone sir I le talke with you more anon Stew. May it please you Madam that hee bid Hellen come to you of her I am to speake Cou. Sirra tell my gentlewoman I would speake with her Hellen I meane Clo. Was this faire face the cause quoth she Why the Grecians sacked Troy Fond done done fond was this King Priams ioy With that she sighed as she stood bis And gaue this sentence then among nine bad if one be good among nine bad if one be good there 's yet one good in ten Cou. What one good in tenne you corrupt the song sirra Clo. One good woman in ten Madam which is a purifying ath ' song would God would serue the world so all the yeere weed finde no fault with the tithe woman if I were the Parson one in ten quoth a and wee might haue a good woman borne but ore euerie blazing starre or at an earthquake 't would mend the Lotterie well a man may draw his heart out ere a plucke one Cou. You le begone sir knaue and doe as I command you Clo. That man should be at womans command and yet no hurt done though honestie be no Puritan yet it will doe no hurt it will weare the Surplis of humilitie ouer the blacke-Gowne of a bigge heart I am going forsooth the businesse is for Helen to come hither Exit Cou. Well now Stew. I know Madam you loue your Gentlewoman intirely Cou. Faith I doe her Father bequeath'd her to mee and she her selfe without other aduantage may lawfullie make title to as much loue as shee findes there is more owing her then is paid and more shall be paid her then shee le demand Stew. Madam I was verie late more neere her then I thinke shee wisht mee alone shee was and did communicate to her selfe her owne words to her owne eares shee thought I dare vowe for her they toucht not anie stranger sence her matter was shee loued your Sonne Fortune shee said was no goddesse that had put such difference betwixt their two estates Loue no god that would not extend his might onelie where qualities were leuell Queene of Virgins that would suffer her poore Knight surpris'd without rescue in the first assault or ransome afterward This shee deliuer'd in the most bitter touch of sorrow that ere I heard Virgin exclaime in which I held my dutie speedily to acquaint you withall sithence in the losse that may happen it concernes you something to know it Cou. You haue discharg'd this honestlie keepe it to your selfe manie likelihoods inform'd mee of this before which hung so tottring in the ballance that I could neither beleeue nor misdoubt praie you leaue mee stall this in your bosome and I thanke you for your honest care I will speake with you further anon Exit Steward Enter Hellen. Old Cou. Euen so it vvas vvith me when I was yong If euer vve are natures these are ours this thorne Doth to our Rose of youth righlie belong Our bloud to vs this to our blood is borne It is the show and seale of natures truth Where loues strong passion is imprest in youth By our remembrances of daies forgon Such were our faults or then we thought them none Her eie is sicke on 't I obserue her now Hell What is your pleasure Madam Ol. Cou. You know Hellen I am a mother to you Hell Mine honorable Mistris Ol. Cou. Nay a mother why not a mother when I sed a mother Me thought you saw a serpent what 's in mother That you start at it I say I am your mother And put you in the Catalogue of those That were enwombed mine 't is often seene Adoption striues vvith nature and choise breedes A natiue slip to vs from forraine seedes You nere opprest me with a mothers groane Yet I expresse to you a mothers care Gods mercie maiden dos it curd thy blood To say I am thy mother vvhat 's the matter That this distempered messenger of wet The manie colour'd Iris rounds thine eye Why that you are my daughter Hell That I am not Old Cou. I say I am your Mother Hell Pardon Madam The Count Rosillion cannot be my brother I am from humble he from honored name No note vpon my Parents his all noble My Master my deere Lord he is and I His seruant liue and will his vassall die He must not be my brother Ol. Cou. Nor I your Mother Hell You are my mother Madam would you were So that my Lord your sonne were not my brother Indeede my mother or were you both our mothers I care no more for then I doe for heauen So I were not his sister cant no other But I your daughter he must be my brother Old Cou. Yes Hellen you might be my daughter in law God shield you meane it not daughter and mother So striue vpon your pulse vvhat pale agen My feare hath catcht your fondnesse now I see The mistrie of your louelinesse and finde Your salt teares head now to all sence 't is grosse You loue my sonne inuention is asham'd Against the proclamation of thy passion To say thou doost not therefore tell me true But tell me then 't is so for looke thy cheekes Confesse it ' ton tooth to th' other and thine eies See it so grosely showne in thy behauiours That in their kinde they speake it onely sinne And hellish obstinacie tye thy tongue That truth should be suspected speake i st so If it be so you haue wound a goodly clewe If it be not forsweare't how ere I charge thee As heauen shall worke in me for thine auaile To tell me truelie Hell Good Madam pardon me Cou. Do you loue my Sonne Hell Your pardon noble Mistris Cou. Loue you my Sonne Hell Doe not you loue him Madam Cou. Goe not about my loue hath in 't a bond Whereof the world takes note Come come disclose The state of your affection for your passions Haue to the full appeach'd Hell Then I confesse Here on my knee before high heauen and you
That before you and next vnto high heauen I loue your Sonne My friends were poore but honest so 's my loue Be not offended for it hurts not him That he is lou'd of me I follow him not By any token of presumptuous suite Nor would I haue him till I doe deserue him Yet neuer know how that desert should be I know I loue in vaine striue against hope Yet in this captious and intemible Siue I still poure in the waters of my loue And lacke not to loose still thus Indian like Religious in mine error I adore The Sunne that lookes vpon his worshipper But knowes of him no more My deerest Madam Let not your hate incounter with my loue For louing where you doe but if your selfe Whose aged honor cites a vertuous youth Did euer in so true a flame of liking Wish chastly and loue dearely that your Dian Was both her selfe and loue O then giue pittie To her whose state is such that cannot choose But lend and giue where she is sure to loose That seekes not to finde that her search implies But riddle like liues sweetely where she dies Cou. Had you not lately an intent speake truely To goe to Paris Hell Madam I had Cou. Wherefore tell true Hell I will tell truth by grace it selfe I sweare You know my Father left me some prescriptions Of rare and prou'd effects such as his reading And manifest experience had collected For generall soueraigntie and that he wil'd me In heedefull'st reseruation to bestow them As notes whose faculties inclusiue were More then they were in note Amongst the rest There is a remedie approu'd set downe To cure the desperate languishings whereof The King is render'd lost Cou. This was your motiue for Paris was it speake Hell My Lord your sonne made me to think of this Else Paris and the medicine and the King Had from the conuersation of my thoughts Happily beene absent then Cou. But thinke you Hellen If you should tender your supposed aide He would receiue it He and his Phisitions Are of a minde he that they cannot helpe him They that they cannot helpe how shall they credit A poore vnlearned Virgin when the Schooles Embowel'd of their doctrine haue left off The danger to it selfe Hell There 's something in 't More then my Fathers skill which was the great'st Of his profession that his good receipt Shall for my legacie be sanctified By th' luckiest stars in heauen and would your honor But giue me leaue to trie successe I 'de venture The well lost life of mine on his Graces cure By such a day an houre Cou. Doo'st thou beleeue 't Hell I Madam knowingly Cou. Why Hellen thou shalt haue my leaue and loue Meanes and attendants and my louing greetings To those of mine in Court I le staie at home And praie Gods blessing into thy attempt Begon to morrow and be sure of this What I can helpe thee to thou shalt not misse Exeunt Actus Secundus Enter the King with diuers yong Lords taking leaue for the Florentine warre Count Rosse and Parrolles Florish Cornets King Farewell yong Lords these warlike principles Doe not throw from you and you my Lords farewell Share the aduice betwixt you if both gaine all The guift doth stretch it selfe as 't is receiu'd And is enough for both Lord. G. 'T is our hope sir After well entred souldiers to returne And finde your grace in health King No no it cannot be and yet my heart Will not confesse he owes the mallady That doth my life besiege farwell yong Lords Whether I liue or die be you the sonnes Of worthy French men let higher Italy Those bated that inherit but the fall Of the last Monarchy see that you come Not to wooe honour but to wed it when The brauest questant shrinkes finde what you seeke That fame may cry you loud I say farewell L.G. Health at your bidding serue your Maiesty King Those girles of Italy take heed of them They say our French lacke language to deny If they demand beware of being Captiues Before you serue Bo. Our hearts receiue your warnings King Farewell come hether to me 1. Lo. G. Oh my sweet Lord y t you wil stay behind vs. Parr 'T is not his fault the spark 2. Lo. E. Oh 't is braue warres Parr Most admirable I haue seene those warres Rossill I am commanded here and kept a coyle with Too young and the next yeere and 't is too early Parr And thy minde stand too 't boy Steale away brauely Rossill I shal stay here the for-horse to a smocke Creeking my shooes on the plaine Masonry Till honour be bought vp and no sword worne But one to dance with by heauen I le steale away 1. Lo. G. There 's honour in the theft Parr Commit it Count. 2. Lo. E. I am your accessary and so farewell Ros I grow to you our parting is a tortur'd body 1. Lo. G. Farewll Captaine 2. Lo. E. Sweet Mounsier Parolles Parr Noble Heroes my sword and yours are kinne good sparkes and lustrous a word good mettals You shall finde in the Regiment of the Spinij one Captaine Spurio his sicatrice with an Embleme of warre heere on his sinister cheeke it was this very sword entrench'd it say to him I liue and obserue his reports for me Lo. G. We shall noble Captaine Parr Mars doate on you for his nouices what will ye doe Ross Stay the King Parr Vse a more spacious ceremonie to the Noble Lords you haue restrain'd your selfe within the List of too cold an adieu be more expressiue to them for they weare themselues in the cap of the time there do muster true gate eat speake and moue vnder the influence of the most receiu'd starre and though the deuill leade the measure such are to be followed after them and take a more dilated farewell Ross And I will doe so Parr Worthy fellowes and like to prooue most sinewie sword-men Exeunt Enter Lafew L. Laf. Pardon my Lord for mee and for my tidings King I le see thee to stand vp L. Laf. Then here 's a man stands that has brought his pardon I would you had kneel'd my Lord to aske me mercy And that at my bidding you could so stand vp King I would I had so I had broke thy pate And askt thee mercy for 't Laf. Good faith a-crosse but my good Lord 't is thus Will you be cur'd of your infirmitie King No. Laf. O will you eat no grapes my royall foxe Yes but you will my noble grapes and if My royall foxe could reach them I haue seen a medicine That 's able to breath life into a stone Quicken a rocke and make you dance Canari With sprightly fire and motion whose simple touch Is powerfull to arayse King Pippen nay To giue great Charlemaine a pen in 's hand And write to her a loue-line King What her is this Laf. Why doctor she my Lord there 's one arriu'd If you will see her now by
ten groats is for the hand of an Atturney as your French Crowne for your taffety punke as Tibs rush for Toms fore-finger as a pancake for Shroue-tuesday a Morris for May-day as the naile to his hole the Cuckold to his horne as a scolding queane to a wrangling knaue as the Nuns lip to the Friers mouth nay as the pudding to his skin Lady Haue you I say an answere of such fitnesse for all questions Clo. From below your Duke to beneath your Constable it will fit any question Lady It must be an answere of most monstrous size that must fit all demands Clo. But a triflle neither in good faith if the learned should speake truth of it heere it is and all that belongs to 't Aske mee if I am a Courtier it shall doe you no harme to learne Lady To be young againe if we could I will bee a foole in question hoping to bee the wiser by your answer La. I pray you sir are you a Courtier Clo. O Lord sir there 's a simple putting off more more a hundred of them La. Sir I am a poore freind of yours that loues you Clo. O Lord sir thicke thicke spare not me La. I thinke sir you can eate none of this homely meate Clo. O Lord sir nay put me too 't I warrant you La. You were lately whipt sir as I thinke Clo. O Lord sir spare not me La. Doe you crie O Lord sir at your whipping and spare not me Indeed your O Lord sir is very sequent to your whipping you would answere very well to a whipping if you were but bound too 't Clo. I nere had worse lucke in my life in my O Lord sir I see things may serue long but not serue euer La. I play the noble huswife with the time to entertaine it so merrily with a foole Clo. O Lord sir why there 't serues well agen La. And end sir to your businesse giue Hellen this And vrge her to a present answer backe Commend me to my kinsmen and my sonne This is not much Clo. Not much commendation to them La. Not much imployement for you you vnderstand me Clo Most fruitfully I am there before my legegs La. Hast you agen Exeunt Enter Count Lafew and Parolles Ol. Laf. They say miracles are past and we haue our Philosophicall persons to make moderne and familiar things supernaturall and causelesse Hence is it that we make trifles of terrours ensconcing our selues into seeming knowledge when we should submit our selues to an vnknowne feare Par. Why 't is the rarest argument of wonder that hath shot out in our latter times Ros And so ' t is Ol. Laf. To be relinquisht of the Artists Par. So I say both of Galen and Paracelsus Ol. Laf. Of all the learned and authenticke fellowes Par. Right so I say Ol Laf. That gaue him out incureable Par. Why there 't is so say I too Ol. Laf. Not to be help'd Par. Right as 't were a man assur'd of a Ol. Laf. Vncertaine life and sure death Par. Iust you say well so would I haue said Ol. Laf. I may truly say it is a noueltie to the world Par. It is indeede if you will haue it in shewing you shall reade it in what do ye call there Ol. Laf. A shewing of a heauenly effect in an earthly Actor Par. That 's it I would haue said the verie same Ol. Laf. Why your Dolphin is not lustier fore mee I speake in respect Par. Nay 't is strange 't is very straunge that is the breefe and the tedious of it and he 's of a most facinerious spirit that will not acknowledge it to be the Ol. Laf. Very hand of heauen Par. I so I say Ol. Laf. In a most weake Par. And debile minister great power grear trancendence which should indeede giue vs a further vse to be made then alone then recou'ry of the king as to bee Old Laf. Generally thankfull Enter King Hellen and attendants Par. I would haue said it you say well heere comes the King Ol. Laf. Lustique as the Dutchman saies I le like a maide the Better whil'st I haue a tooth in my head why he 's able to leade her a Carranto Par. Mor du vinager is not this Helen Ol. Laf. Fore God I thinke so King Goe call before mee all the Lords in Court Sit my preseruer by thy patients side And with this healthfull hand whose banisht sence Thou hast repeal'd a second time receyue The confirmation of my promis'd guift Which but attends thy naming Enter 3 or 4 Lords Faire Maide send forth thine eye this youthfull parcell Of Noble Batchellors stand at my bestowing Ore whom both Soueraigne power and fathers voice I haue to vse thy franke election make Thou hast power to choose and they none to forsake Hel. To each of you one faire and vertuous Mistris Fall when loue please marry to each but one Old Laf. I 'de giue bay curtall and his furniture My mouth no more were broken then these boyes And writ as little beard King Peruse them well Not one of those but had a Noble father She addresses her to a Lord. Hel. Gentlemen heauen hath through me restor'd the king to health All. We vnderstand it and thanke heauen for you Hel. I am a simple Maide and therein wealthiest That I protest I simply am a Maide Please it your Maiestie I haue done already The blushes in my cheekes thus whisper mee We blush that thou shouldst choose but be refused Let the white death sit on thy cheeke for euer Wee 'l nere come there againe King Make choise and see Who shuns thy loue shuns all his loue in mee Hel. Now Dian from thy Altar do I fly And to imperiall loue that God most high Do my sighes streame Sir wil you heare my suite 1. Lo And grant it Hel. Thankes sir all the rest is mute Ol. Laf. I had rather be in this choise then throw Ames-ace for my life Hel. The honor sir that flames in your faire eyes Before I speake too threatningly replies Loue make your fortunes twentie times aboue Her that so vvishes and her humble loue 2. Lo. No better if you please Hel. My wish receiue Which great loue grant and so I take my leaue Ol. Laf. Do all they denie her And they were sons of mine I 'de haue them whip'd or I would send them to ' th Turke to make Eunuches of Hel. Be not afraid that I your hand should take I le neuer do you wrong for your owne sake Blessing vpon your vowes and in your bed Finde fairer fortune if you euer wed Old Laf. These boyes are boyes of Ice they 'le none haue heere sure they are bastards to the English the French nere got em La. You are too young too happie and too good To make your selfe a sonne out of my blood 4. Lord. Faire one I thinke not so Ol. Lord There 's one grape yet I am sure thy father drunke wine But if thou best not an asse
I am a youth of fourteene I haue knowne thee already Hel. I dare not say I take you but I giue Me and my seruice euer whilst I liue Into your guiding power This is the man King Why then young Bertram take her shee 's thy wife Ber. My wife my Leige I shal beseech your highnes In such a busines giue me leaue to vse The helpe of mine owne eies King Know'st thou not Bertram what shee ha's done for mee Ber. Yes my good Lord but neuer hope to know why I should marrie her King Thou know'st shee ha's rais'd me from my sickly bed Ber. But followes it my Lord to bring me downe Must answer for your raising I knowe her well Shee had her breeding at my fathers charge A poore Physitians daughter my wife Disdaine Rather corrupt me euer King T is onely title thou disdainst in her the which I can build vp strange is it that our bloods Of colour waight and heat pour'd all together Would quite confound distinction yet stands off In differences so mightie If she bee All that is vertuous saue what thou dislik'st A poore Phisitians daughter thou dislik'st Of vertue for the name but doe not so From lowest place whence vertuous things proceed The place is dignified by th' doers deede Where great additions swell's and vertue none It is a dropsied honour Good a lone Is good without a name Vilenesse is so The propertie by what is is should go Not by the title Shee is young wise faire In these to Nature shee 's immediate heire And these breed honour that is honours scorne Which challenges it selfe as honours borne And is not like the fire Honours thriue When rather from our acts we them deriue Then our fore-goers the meere words a slaue Debosh'd on euerie tombe on euerie graue A lying Trophee and as oft is dumbe Where dust and damn'd obliuion is the Tombe Of honour'd bones-indeed what should be saide If thou canst like this creature as a maide I can create the rest Vertue and shee Is her owne dower Honour and wealth from mee Ber. I cannot loue her nor will striue to doo 't King Thou wrong'st thy selfe if thou shold'st striue to choose Hel. That you are well restor'd my Lord I 'me glad Let the rest go King My Honor 's at the stake which to defeate I must produce my power Heere take her hand Proud scornfull boy vnworthie this good gift That dost in vile misprision shackle vp My loue and her desert that canst not dreame We poizing vs in her defectiue scale Shall weigh thee to the beame That wilt not know It is in Vs to plant thine Honour where We please to haue it grow Cheeke thy contempt Obey Our will which trauailes in thy good Beleeue not thy disdaine but presentlie Do thine owne fortunes that obedient right Which both thy dutie owes and Our power claimes Or I will throw thee from my care for euer Into the staggers and the carelesse lapse Of youth and ignorance both my reuenge and hate Loosing vpon thee in the name of iustice Without all termes of pittie Speake thine answer Ber. Pardon my gracious Lord for I submit My fancie to your eies when I consider What great creation and what dole of honour Flies where you bid it I finde that she which late Was in my Nobler thoughts most base is now The praised of the King who so ennobled Is as 't were borne so King Take her by the hand And tell her she is thine to whom I promise A counterpoize If not to thy estate A ballance more repleat Ber. I take her hand Kin. Good fortune and the fauour of the King Smile vpon this Contract whose Ceremonie Shall seeme expedient on the now borne briefe And be perform'd to night the solemne Feast Shall more attend vpon the coming space Expecting absent friends As thou lou'st her Thy loue 's to me Religious else do's erre Exeunt Parolles and Lafew stay behind commenting of this wedding Laf. Do you heare Monsieur A word with you Par. Your pleasure sir Laf. Your Lord and Master did well to make his recantation Par. Recantation My Lord my Master Laf. I Is it not a Language I speake Par. A most harsh one and not to bee vnderstoode without bloudie succeeding My Master Laf. Are you Companion to the Count Rosillion Par. To any Count to all Counts to what is man Laf. To what is Counts man Counts maister is of another stile Par. You are too old sir Let it satisfie you you are too old Laf. I must tell thee sirrah I write Man to which title age cannot bring thee Par. What I dare too well do I dare not do Laf. I did thinke thee for two ordinaries to bee a prettie wise fellow thou didst make tollerable vent of thy trauell it might passe yet the scarffes and the bannerets about thee did manifoldlie disswade me from beleeuing thee a vessell of too great a burthen I haue now found thee when I loose thee againe I care not yet art thou good for nothing but taking vp and that th' ourt scarce worth Par. Hadst thou not the priuiledge of Antiquity vpon thee Laf. Do not plundge thy selfe to farre in anger least thou hasten thy triall which if Lord haue mercie on thee for a hen so my good window of Lettice fare thee well thy casement I neede not open for I look through thee Giue me thy hand Par. My Lord you giue me most egregious indignity Laf. I with all my heart and thou art worthy of it Par. I haue not my Lord deseru'd it Laf. Yes good faith eu'ry dramme of it and I will not bâ—te thee a scruple Par. Well I shall be wiser Laf. Eu'n as soone as thou can'st for thou hast to pull at a smacke a' th contrarie If euer thou bee'st bound in thy skarfe and beaten thou shall finde what it is to be proud of thy bondage I haue a desire to holde my acquaintance with thee or rather my knowledge that I may say in the default he is a man I know Par. My Lord you do me most insupportable vexation Laf. I would it were hell paines for thy sake and my poore doing eternall for doing I am past as I will by thee in what motion age will giue me leaue Exit Par. Well thou hast a sonne shall take this disgrace off me scuruy old filthy scuruy Lord Well I must be patient there is no fettering of authority I le beate him by my life if I can meete him with any conuenience and he were double and double a Lord. I le haue no more pittie of his age then I would haue of I le beate him and if I could but meet him agen Enter Lafew Laf. Sirra your Lord and masters married there 's newes for you you haue a new Mistris Par. I most vnfainedly beseech your Lordshippe to make some reseruation of your wrongs He is my good Lord whom I serue aboue is my master Laf. Who God Par. I
there can be no kernell in this light Nut the soule of this man is his cloathes Trust him not in matter of heauie consequence I haue kept of them tame know their natures Farewell Monsieur I haue spoken better of you then you haue or will to deserue at my hand but we must do good against euill Par. An idle Lord I sweare Ber. I thinke so Par. Why do you not know him Ber. Yes I do know him well and common speech Giues him a worthy passe Heere comes my clog Enter Helena Hel. I haue sir as I was commanded from you Spoke with the King and haue procur'd his leaue For present parting onely he desires Some priuate speech with you Ber. I shall obey his will You must not meruaile Helen at my course Which holds not colour with the time nor does The ministration and required office On my particular Prepar'd I was not For such a businesse therefore am I found So much vnsetled This driues me to intreate you That presently you take your way for home And rather muse then aske why I intreate you For my respects are better then they seeme And my appointments haue in them a neede Greater then shewes it selfe at the first view To you that know them not This to my mother 'T will be two daies ere I shall see you so I leaue you to your wisedome Hel. Sir I can nothing say But that I am your most obedient seruant Ber. Come come no more of that Hel. And euer shall With true obseruance seeke to eeke out that Wherein toward me my homely starres haue faild To equall my great fortune Ber. Let that goe my hast is verie great Farwell Hie home Hel. Pray sir your pardon Ber. Well what would you say Hel. I am not worthie of the wealth I owe Nor dare I say 't is mine and yet it is But like a timorous theefe most faine would steale What law does vouch mine owne Ber. What would you haue Hel. Something and scarse so much nothing indeed I would not tell you what I would my Lord Faith yes Strangers and foes do sunder and not kisse Ber. I pray you stay not but in hast to horse Hel. I shall not breake your bidding good my Lord Where are my other men Monsieur farwell Exit Ber. Go thou toward home where I wil neuer come Whilst I can shake my sword or heare the drumme Away and for our flight Par. Brauely Coragio Actus Tertius Flourish Enter the Duke of Florence the two Frenchmen with a troope of Souldiers Duke So that from point to point now haue you heard The fundamentall reasons of this warre Whose great decision hath much blood let forth And more thirsts after 1. Lord. Holy seemes the quarrell Vpon your Graces part blacke and fearefull On the opposer Duke Therefore we meruaile much our Cosin France Would in so iust a businesse shut his bosome Against our borrowing prayers French E. Good my Lord The reasons of our stare I cannot yeelde But like a common and an outward man That the great figure of a Counsaile frames By selfe vnable motion therefore dare not Say what I thinke of it since I haue found My selfe in my incertaine grounds to faile As often as I guest Duke Be it his pleasure Fren. G. But I am sure the yonger of our nature That surfet on their ease will day by day Come heere for Physicke Duke Welcome shall they bee And all the honors that can flye from vs Shall on them settle you know your places well When better fall for your auailes they fell To morrow to ' th the field Flourish Enter Countesse and Clowne Count. It hath happen'd all as I would haue had it saue that he comes not along with her Clo. By my troth I take my young Lord to be a verie melancholly man Count. By what obseruance I pray you Clo. Why he will looke vppon his boote and sing mend the Ruffe and sing aske questions and sing picke his teeth and sing I know a man that had this tricke of melancholy hold a goodly Mannor for a song Lad. Let me see what he writes and when he meanes to come Clow. I haue no minde to Isbell since I was at Court Our old Lings and our Isbels a' th Country are nothing like your old Ling and your Isbels a' th Court the brains of my Cupid's knock'd out and I beginne to loue as an old man loues money with no stomacke Lad. What haue we heere Clo. In that you haue there exit A Letter I haue sent you a daughter-in-Law shee hath recouered the King and vndone me I haue wedded her not bedded her and sworne to make the not eternall You shall heare I am runne away know it before the report come If there bee bredth enough in the world I will hold a long distance My duty to you Your vnfortunate sonne Bertram This is not well rash and vnbridled boy To flye the fauours of so good a King To plucke his indignation on thy head By the misprising of a Maide too vertuous For the contempt of Empire Enter Clowne Clow. O Madam yonder is heauie newes within betweene two souldiers and my yong Ladie La. What is the matter Clo. Nay there is some comfort in the newes some comfort your sonne will not be kild so soone as I thoght he would La. Why should he be kill'd Clo. So say I Madame if he runne away as I heare he does the danger is in standing too 't that 's the losse of men though it be the getting of children Heere they come will tell you more For my part I onely heare your sonne was run away Enter Hellen and two Gentlemen French E. Saue you good Madam Hel. Madam my Lord is gone for euer gone French G. Do not say so La. Thinke vpon patience pray you Gentlemen I haue felt so many quirkes of ioy and greefe That the first face of neither on the start Can woman me vntoo 't Where is my sonne I pray you Fren. G. Madam he 's gone to serue the Duke of Florence We met him thitherward for thence we came And after some dispatch in hand at Court Thither we bend againe Hel. Looke on his Letter Madam here 's my Pasport When thou canst get the Ring vpon my finger which neuer shall come off and shew mee a childe begotten of thy bodie that I am father too then call me husband but in such a then I write a Neuer This is a dreadfull sentence La. Brought you this Letter Gentlemen 1. G. I Madam and for the Contents sake are sorrie for our paines Old La. I prethee Ladie haue a better cheere If thou engrossest all the greefes are thine Thou robst me of a moity He was my sonne But I do wash his name out of my blood And thou art all my childe Towards Florence is he Fren. G. I Madam La. And to be a souldier Fren. G. Such is his noble purpose and beleeu 't The Duke will lay vpon
might begin an impudent Nation Fare yee well sir I am for France too we shall speake of you there Exit Par. Yet am I thankfull if my heart were great 'T would burst at this Captaine I le be no more But I will eate and drinke and sleepe as soft As Captaine shall Simply the thing I am Shall make me liue who knowes himselfe a braggart Let him feare this for it will come to passe That euery braggart shall be found an Asse Rust sword coole blushes and Parrolles liue Safest in shame being fool'd by fool'rie thriue There 's place and meanes for euery man aliue I le after them Exit Enter Hellen Widdow and Diana Hel. That you may well perceiue I haue not wrong'd you One of the greatest in the Christian world Shall be my suretie for whose throne 't is needfull Ere I can perfect mine intents to kneele Time was I did him a desired office Deere almost as his life which gratitude Through flintie Tartars bosome would peepe forth And answer thankes I duly am inform'd His grace is at Marcellae to which place We haue conuenient conuoy you must know I am supposed dead the Army breaking My husband hies him home where heauen ayding And by the leaue of my good Lord the King Wee 'l be before our welcome Wid. Gentle Madam You neuer had a seruant to whose trust Your busines was more welcome Hel. Nor your Mistris Euer a friend whose thoughts more truly labour To recompence your loue Doubt not but heauen Hath brought me vp to be your daughters dower As it hath fated her to be my motiue And helper to a husband But O strange men That can such sweet vse make of what they hate When sawcie trusting of the cosin'd thoughts Defiles the pitchy night so lust doth play With what it loathes for that which is away But more of this heereafter you Diana Vnder my poore instructions yet must suffer Something in my behalfe Dia. Let death and honestie Go with your impositions I am yours Vpon your will to suffer Hel. Yet I pray you But with the word the time will bring on summer When Briars shall haue leaues as well as thornes And be as sweet as sharpe we must away Our Wagon is prepar'd and time reuiues vs All 's well that ends well still the fines the Crowne What ere the course the end is the renowne Exeunt Enter Clowne old Lady and Lafew Laf. No no no your sonne was misled with a snipt taffata fellow there whose villanous saffron wold haue made all the vnbak'd and dowy youth of a nation in his colour your daughter-in-law had beene aliue at this houre and your sonne heere at home more aduancâ—d by the King then by that red-tail'd humble Bee I speak of La. I would I had not knowne him it was the death of the most vertuous gentlewoman that euer Nature had praise for creating If she had pertaken of my flesh and cost mee the deerest groanes of a mother I could not haue owed her a more rooted loue Laf. T was a good Lady 't was a good Lady Wee may picke a thousand sallets ere wee light on such another hearbe Clo. Indeed sir she was the sweete Margerom of the sallet or rather the hearbe of grace Laf. They are not hearbes you knaue they are nose-hearbes Clowne I am no great Nabuchadnezar sir I haue not much skill in grace Laf. Whether doest thou professe thy selfe a knaue or a foole Clo. A foole sir at a womans seruice and a knaue at a mans Laf. Your distinction Clo. I would cousen the man of his wife and do his seruice Laf. So you were a knaue at his seruice indeed Clo. And I would giue his wife my bauble sir to doe her seruice Laf. I will subscribe for thee thou art both knaue and foole Clo. At your seruice Laf. No no no. Clo. Why sir if I cannot serue you I can serue as great a prince as you are Laf. Whos 's that a Frenchman Clo. Faith sir a has an English maine but his fisnomie is more hotter in France then there Laf. What prince is that Clo. The blacke prince sir alias the prince of darkenesse alias the diuell Laf. Hold thee there 's my purse I giue thee not this to suggest thee from thy master thou talk'st off serue him still Clo. I am a woodland fellow sir that alwaies loued a great fire and the master I speak of euer keeps a good fire but sure he is the Prince of the world let his Nobilitie remaine in 's Court. I am for the house with the narrow gate which I take to be too little for pompe to enter some that humble themselues may but the manie will be too chill and tender and they le bee for the flowrie way that leads to the broad gate and the great fire Laf. Go thy waies I begin to bee a wearie of thee and I tell thee so before because I would not fall out with thee Go thy wayes let my horses be wel look'd too without any trickes Clo. If I put any trickes vpon em sir they shall bee Iades trickes which are their owne right by the law of Nature exit Laf. A shrewd knaue and an vnhappie Lady So a is My Lord that 's gone made himselfe much sport out of him by his authoritie hee remaines heere which he thinkes is a pattent for his sawcinesse and indeede he has no pace but runnes where he will Laf. I like him well 't is not amisse and I was about to tell you since I heard of the good Ladies death and that my Lord your sonne was vpon his returne home I moued the King my master to speake in the behalfe of my daughter which in the minoritie of them both his Maiestie out of a selfe gracious remembrance did first propose his Highnesse hath promis'd me to doe it and to stoppe vp the displeasure he hath conceiued against your sonne there is no fitter matter How do's your Ladyship like it La. With verie much content my Lord and I wish it happily effected Laf. His Highnesse comes post from Marcellus of as able bodie as when he number'd thirty a will be heere to morrow or I am deceiu'd by him that in such intelligence hath seldome fail'd La. Ir reioyces me that I hope I shall see him ere I die I haue letters that my sonne will be heere to night I shall beseech your Lordship to remaine with mee till they meete together Laf. Madam I was thinking with what manners I might safely be admitted Lad. You neede but pleade your honourable priuiledge Laf. Ladie of that I haue made a bold charter but I thanke my God it holds yet Enter Clowne Clo. O Madam yonder 's my Lord your sonne with a patch of veluet on 's face whether there bee a scar vnder 't or no the Veluet knowes but 't is a goodly patch of Veluet his left cheeke is a cheeke of two pile and a halfe but his right cheeke is worne
bare Laf. A scarre nobly got Or a noble scarre is a good liu'rie of honor So belike is that Clo. But it is your carbinado'd face Laf. Let vs go see your sonne I pray you I long to talke With the yong noble souldier Clowne Faith there 's a dozen of em with delicate fine hats and most courteous feathers which bow the head and nod at euerie man Exeunt Actus Quintus Enter Hellen Widdow and Diana with two Attendants Hel. But this exceeding posting day and night Must wear your spirits low we cannot helpe it But since you haue made the daies and nights as one To weare your gentle limbes in my affayres Be bold you do so grow in my requitall As nothing can vnroote you In happie time Enter a gentle Astringer This man may helpe me to his Maiesties eare If he would spend his power God saue you sir Gent. And you Hel. Sir I haue seene you in the Court of France Gent. I haue beene sometimes there Hel. I do presume sir that you are not falne From the report that goes vpon your goodnesse And therefore goaded with most sharpe occasions Which lay nice manners by I put you to The vse of your owne vertues for the which I shall continue thankefull Gent. What 's your will Hel. That it will please you To giue this poore petition to the King And ayde me with that store of power you haue To come into his presence Gen. The Kings not heere Hel. Not heere sir Gen. Not indeed He hence remou'd last night and with more hast Then is his vse Wid. Lord how we loose our paines Hel. All 's well that ends well yet Though time seeme so aduerse and meanes vnfit I do beseech you whither is he gone Gent. Marrie as I take it to Rossillion Whither I am going Hel. I do beseech you sir Since you are like to see the King before me Commend the paper to his gracious hand Which I presume shall render you no blame But rather make you thanke your paines for it I will come after you with what good speede Our meanes will make vs meanes Gent. This I le do for you Hel. And you shall finde your selfe to be well thankt what e're falles more We must to horse againe Go go prouide Enter Clowne and Parrolles Par. Good M r Lauatch giue my Lord Lafew this letter I haue ere now sir beene better knowne to you when I haue held familiaritie with fresher cloathes but I am now sir muddied in fortunes mood and smell somewhat strong of her strong displeasure Clo. Truely Fortunes displeasure is but sluttish if it smell so strongly as thou speak'st of I will hencefoorth eate no Fish of Fortunes butt'ring Pre thee alow the winde Par. Nay you neede not to stop your nose sir I spake but by a Metaphor Clo. Indeed sir if your Metaphor stinke I will stop my nose or against any mans Metaphor Prethe get thee further Par. Pray you sir deliuer me this paper Clo. Foh prethee stand away a paper from fortunes close-stoole to giue to a Nobleman Looke heere he comes himselfe Enter Lafew Clo. Heere is a purre of Fortunes sir or of Fortunes Cat but not a Muscat that ha's falne into the vncleane fish-pond of her displeasure and as he sayes is muddied withall Pray you sir vse the Carpe as you may for he lookes like a poore decayed ingenious foolish rascally knaue I doe pittie his distresse in my smiles of comfort and leaue him to your Lordship Par. My Lord I am a man whom fortune hath cruelly scratch'd Laf. And what would you haue me to doe 'T is too late to paire her nailes now Wherein haue you played the knaue with fortune that she should scratch you who of her selfe is a good Lady and would not haue knaues thriue long vnder There 's a Cardecue for you Let the Iustices make you and fortune friends I am for other businesse Par. I beseech your honour to heare mee one single word Laf. you begge a single peny more Come you shall haâ—t saue your word Par. My name my good Lord is Parrolles Laf. You begge more then word then Cox my passion giue me your hand How does your drumme Par. O my good Lord you were the first that found mee Laf. Was I insooth And I was the first that lost thee Par. It lies in you my Lord to bring me in some grace for you did bring me out Laf. Out vpon thee knaue doest thou put vpon mee at once both the offiee of God and the diuel one brings thee in grace and the other brings thee out The Kings comming I know by his Trumpets Sirrah inquire further after me I had talke of you last night though you are a foole and a knaue you shall eate go too follow Par. I praise God for you Flourish Enter King old Lady Lafew the two French Lords with attendants Kin. We lost a Iewell of her and our esteeme Was made much poorer by it but your sonne As mad in folly lack'd the sence to know Her estimation home Old La. 'T is past my Liege And I beseech your Maiestie to make it Naturall rebellion done i' th blade of youth When oyle and fire too strong for reasons force Ore-beares it and burnes on Kin. My honour'd Lady I haue forgiuen and forgotten all Though my reuenges were high bent vpon him And watch'd the time to shoote Laf. This I must say But first I begge my pardon the yong Lord Did to his Maiesty his Mother and his Ladie Offence of mighty note but to himselfe The greatest wrong of all He lost a wife Whose beauty did astonish the suruey Of richest eies whose words all eares tooke captiue Whose deere perfection hearts that scorn'd to serue Humbly call'd Mistris Kin. Praising what is lost Makes the remembrance deere Well call him hither We are reconcil'd and the first view shall kill All repetition Let him not aske our pardon The nature of his great offence is dead And deeper then obliuion we do burie Th' incensing reliques of it Let him approach A stranger no offender and informe him So 't is our will he should Gent. I shall my Liege Kin. What sayes he to your daughter Haue you spoke Laf. All that he is hath reference to your Highnes Kin. Then shall we haue a match I haue letters sent me that sets him high in fame Enter Count Bertram Laf. He lookes well on 't Kin. I am not a day of season For thou maist see a sun-shine and a haile In me at once But to the brightest beames Distracted clouds giue way so stand thou forth The time is faire againe Ber. My high repented blames Deere Soueraigne pardon to me Kin. All is whole Not one word more of the consumed time Let 's take the instant by the forward top For we are old and on our quick'st decrees Th' inaudible and noiselesse foot of time Steales ere we can effect them You remember The daughter of this Lord Ber.
neer'st of Kin Cry fie vpon my Graue Leo. I ne're heard yet That any of these bolder Vices wanted Lesse Impudence to gaine-say what they did Then to performe it first Her That 's true enough Though 't is a saying Sir not due to me Leo. You will not owne it Her More then Mistresse of Which comes to me in name of Fault I must not At all acknowledge For Polixenes With whom I am accus'd I doe confesse I lou'd him as in Honor he requir'd With such a kind of Loue as might become A Lady like me with a Loue euen such So and no other as your selfe commanded Which not to haue done I thinke had been in me Both Disobedience and Ingratitude To you and toward your Friend whose Loue had spoke Euen since it could speake from an Infant freely That it was yours Now for Conspiracie I know not how it tastes though it be dish'd For me to try how All I know of it Is that Camillo was an honest man And why he left your Court the Gods themselues Wotting no more then I are ignorant Leo. You knew of his departure as you know What you haue vnderta'ne to doe in 's absence Her Sir You speake a Language that I vnderstand not My Life stands in the leuell of your Dreames Which I le lay downe Leo. Your Actions are my Dreames You had a Bastard by Polixenes And I but dream'd it As you were past all shame Those of your Fact are so so past all truth Which to deny concernes more then auailes for as Thy Brat hath been cast out like to it selfe No Father owning it which is indeed More criminall in thee then it so thou Shalt feele out Iustice in whose easiest passage Looke for no lesse then death Her Sir spare your Threats The Bugge which you would fright me with I seeke To me can Life be no commoditie The crowne and comfort of my Life your Fauor I doe giue lost for I doe feele it gone But know not how it went My second Ioy And first Fruits of my body from his presence I am bar'd like one infectious My third comfort Star'd most vnluckily is from my breast The innocent milke in it most innocent mouth Hal'd out to murther My selfe on euery Post Proclaym'd a Strumpet With immodest hatred The Child-bed priuiledge deny'd which longs To Women of all fashion Lastly horried Here to this place i' th' open ayre before I haue got strength of limit Now my Liege Tell me what blessings I haue here aliue That I should feare to die Therefore proceed But yet heare this mistake me not no Life I prize it not a straw but for mine Honor Which I would free if I shall be condemn'd Vpon surmizes all proofes sleeping else But what your Iealousies awake I tell you 'T is Rigor and not Law Your Honors all I doe referre me to the Oracle Apollo be my Iudge Lord. This your request Is altogether iust therefore bring forth And in Apollo's Name his Oracle Her The Emperor of Russia was my Father Oh that he were aliue and here beholding His Daughters Tryall that he did but see The flatnesse of my miserie yet with eyes Of Pitty not Reuenge Officer You here shal sweare vpon this Sword of Iustice That you Cleomines and Dion haue Been both at Delphos and from thence haue brought This seal'd-vp Oracle by the Hand deliuer'd Of great Apollo's Priest and that since then You haue not dar'd to breake the holy Seale Nor read the Secrets in 't Cleo Dio. All this we sweare Leo. Breake vp the Seales and read Officer Hermione is chast Polixenes blamelesse Camillo a true Subiect Leontes a iealous Tyrant his innocent Babe truly begotten and the King shall liue without an Heire if that which is lost be not found Lords Now blessed be the great Apollo Her Praysed Leo Hast thou read truth Offic. I my Lord euen so as it is here set downe Leo. There is no truth at all i' th' Oracle The Sessions shall proceed this is meere falsehood Ser. My Lord the King the King Leo. What is the businesse Ser. O Sir I shall be hated to report it The Prince your Sonne with meere conceit and feare Of the Queenes speed is gone Leo. How gone Ser. Is dead Leo. Apollo's angry and the Heauens themselues Doe strike at my Iniustice How now there Paul This newes is mortall to the Queene Look downe And see what Death is doing Leo. Take her hence Her heart is but o're-charg'd she will recouer I haue too much beleeu'd mine owne suspition ' Beseech you tenderly apply to her Some remedies for life Apollo pardon My great prophanenesse ' gainst thine Oracle I le reconcile me to Polixenes New woe my Queene recall the good Camillo Whom I proclaime a man of Truth of Mercy For being transported by my Iealousies To bloody thoughts and to reuenge I chose Camillo for the minister to poyson My friend Polixenes which had been done But that the good mind of Camillo tardied My swift command though I with Death and with Reward did threaten and encourage him Not doing it and being done he most humane And fill'd with Honor to my Kingly Guest Vnclasp'd my practise quit his fortunes here Which you knew great and to the hazard Of all Incertainties himselfe commended No richer then his Honor How he glisters Through my Rust and how his Pietie Do's my deeds make the blacker Paul Woe the while O cut my Lace least my heart cracking it Breake too Lord. What fit is this good Lady Paul What studied torments Tyrant hast for me What Wheeles Racks Fires What flaying boyling In Leads or Oyles What old or newer Torture Must I receiue whose euery word deserues To taste of thy most worst Thy Tyranny Together working with thy Iealousies Fancies too weake for Boyes too greene and idle For Girles of Nine O thinke what they haue done And then run mad indeed starke-mad for all Thy by-gone fooleries were but spices of it That thou betrayed'st Polixenes 't was nothing That did but shew thee of a Foole inconstant And damnable ingratefull Nor was 't much Thou would'st haue poyson'd good Camillo's Honor To haue him kill a King poore Trespasses More monstrous standing by whereof I reckon The casting forth to Crowes thy Baby-daughter To be or none or little though a Deuill Would haue shed water out of fire ere don't Nor is' t directly layd to thee the death Of the young Prince whose honorable thoughts Thoughts high for one so tender cleft the heart That could conceiue a grosse and foolish Sire Blemish'd his gracious Dam this is not no Layd to thy answere but the last O Lords When I haue said cry woe the Queene the Oueene The sweet'st deer'st creature 's dead vengeance for 't Not drop'd downe yet Lord. The higher powres forbid Pau. I say she 's dead I le swear 't If word nor oath Preuaile not go and see if you can bring Tincture or lustre in her lip
her eye Heate outwardly or breath within I le serue you As I would do the Gods But O thou Tyrant Do not repent these things for they are heauier Then all thy woes can stirre therefore betake thee To nothing but dispaire A thousand knees Ten thousand yeares together naked fasting Vpon a barren Mountaine and still Winter In storme perpetuall could not moue the Gods To looke that way thou wer 't Leo. Go on go on Thou canst not speake too much I haue deseru'd All tongues to talke their bittrest Lord. Say no more How ere the businesse goes you haue made fault I ' th boldnesse of your speech Pau. I am sorry for 't All faults I make when I shall come to know them I do repent Alas I haue shew'd too much The rashnesse of a woman he is toucht To th' Noble heart What 's gone and what 's past helpe Should be past greefe Do not receiue affliction At my petition I beseech you rather Let me be punish'd that haue minded you Of what you should forget Now good my Liege Sir Royall Sir forgiue a foolish woman The loue I bore your Queene Lo foole againe I le speake of her no more nor of your Children I le not remember you of my owne Lord Who is lost too take your patience to you And I le say nothing Leo. Thou didst speake but well When most the truth which I receyue much better Then to be pittied of thee Prethee bring me To the dead bodies of my Queene and Sonne One graue shall be for both Vpon them shall The causes of their death appeare vnto Our shame perpetuall once a day I le visit The Chappell where they lye and teares shed there Shall be my recreation So long as Nature Will beare vp with this exercise so long I dayly vow to vse it Come and leade me To these sorrowes Exeunt Scaena Tertia Enter Antigonus a Marriner Babe Sheepeheard and Clowne Ant. Thou art perfect then our ship hath toucht vpon The Desarts of Bohemia Mar. I my Lord and feare We haue Landed in ill time the skies looke grimly And threaten present blusters In my conscience The heauens with that we haue in hand are angry And frowne vpon 's Ant. Their sacred wil 's be done go get a-boord Looke to thy barke I le not be long before I call vpon thee Mar. Make your best haste and go not Too-farre i' th Land 't is like to be lowd weather Besides this place is famous for the Creatures Of prey that keepe vpon 't Antig. Go thou away I le follow instantly Mar. I am glad at heart To be so ridde o' th businesse Exit Ant. Come poore babe I haue heard but not beleeu'd the Spirits o' th' dead May walke againe if such thing be thy Mother Appear'd to me last night for ne're was dreame So like a waking To me comes a creature Sometimes her head on one side some another I neuer saw a vessell of like sorrow So fill'd and so becomming in pure white Robes Like very sanctity she did approach My Cabine where I lay thrice bow'd before me And gasping to begin some speech her eyes Became two spouts the furie spent anon Did this breake from her Good Antigonus Since Fate against thy better disposition Hath made thy person for the Thower-out Of my poore babe according to thine oath Places remote enough are in Bohemia There weepe and leaue it crying and for the babe Is counted lost for euer Perdita I prethee call 't For this vngentle businesse Put on thee by my Lord thou ne're shalt see Thy Wife Paulina more and so with shrickes She melted into Ayre Affrighted much I did in time collect my selfe and thought This was so and no slumber Dreames are toyes Yet for this once yea superstitiously I will be squar'd by this I do beleeue Hermione hath suffer'd death and that Apollo would this being indeede the issue Of King Polixenes it should heere be laide Either for life or death vpon the earth Of it's right Father Blossome speed thee well There lye and there thy charracter there these Which may if Fortune please both breed thee pretty And still rest thine The storme beginnes poore wretch That for thy mothers fault art thus expos'd To losse and what may follow Weepe I cannot But my heart bleedes and most accurst am I To be by oath enioyn'd to this Farewell The day frownes more and more thou' rt like to haue A lullabie too rough I neuer saw The heauens so dim by day A sauage clamor Well may I get a-boord This is the Chace I am gone for euer Exit pursued by a Beare Shep. I would there were no age betweene ten and three and twenty or that youth would sleep out the rest for there is nothing in the betweene but getting wenches with childe wronging the Auncientry stealing fighting hearke you now would any but these boylde-braines of nineteene and two and twenty hunt this weather They haue scarr'd away two of my best Sheepe which I feare the Wolfe will sooner finde then the Maister if any where I haue them 't is by the sea-side brouzing of Iuy Good-lucke and 't be thy will what haue we heere Mercy on 's a Barne A very pretty barne A boy or a Childe I wonder A pretty one a verie prettie one sure some Scape Though I am not bookish yet I can reade Waiting-Gentlewoman in the scape this has beene some staire-worke some Trunke-worke some behinde-doore worke they were warmer that got this then the poore Thing is heere I le take it vp for pity yet I le tarry till my sonne come he hallow'd but euen now Whoa-ho-hoa Enter Clowne Clo. Hilloa loa Shep. What art so neere If thou 'lt see a thing to talke on when thou art dead and rotten come hither what ayl'st thou man Clo. I haue seene two such sights by Sea by Land but I am not to say it is a Sea for it is now the skie betwixt the Firmament and it you cannot thrust a bodkins point Shep. Why boy how is it Clo. I would you did but see how it chases how it rages how it takes vp the shore but that 's not to the point Oh the most pitteous cry of the poore soules sometimes to see 'em and not to see 'em Now the Shippe boaring the Moone with her maine Mast and anon swallowed with yest and froth as you 'ld thrust a Corke into a hogshead And then for the Land-seruice to see how the Beare tore out his shoulder-bone how he cride to mee for helpe and said his name was Antigonus a Nobleman But to make an end of the Ship to see how the Sea flapdragon'd it but first how the poore soules roared and the sea mock'd them and how the poore Gentleman roared and the Beare mock'd him both roaring lowder then the sea or weather Shep. Name of mercy when was this boy Clo. Now now I haue not wink'd since I saw these sights the men are not yet
Shall be when your first Queene's againe in breath Neuer till then Enter a Seruant Ser. One that giues out himselfe Prince Florizell Sonne of Polixenes with his Princesse she The fairest I haue yet beheld desires accesse To your high presence Leo. What with him he comes not Like to his Fathers Greatnesse his approach So out of circumstance and suddaine tells vs 'T is not a Visitation fram'd but forc'd By need and accident What Trayne Ser. But few And those but meane Leo. His Princesse say you with him Ser. I the most peerelesse peece of Earth I thinke That ere the Sunne shone bright on Paul Oh Hermione As euery present Time doth boast it selfe Aboue a better gone so must thy Graue Giue way to what 's seene now Sir you your selfe Haue said and writ so but your writing now Is colder then that Theame she had not beene Nor was not to be equall'd thus your Verse Flow'd with her Beautie once 't is shrewdly ebb'd To say you haue seene a better Ser. Pardon Madame The one I haue almost forgot your pardon The other when she ha's obtayn'd your Eye Will haue your Tongue too This is a Creature Would she begin a Sect might quench the zealâ— Of all Professors else make Proselytes Of who she but bid follow Paul How not women Ser. Women will loue her that she is a Woman More worth then any Man Men that she is The rarest of all Women Leo. Goe Cleomines Your selfe assisted with your honor'd Friends Bring them to our embracement Still 't is strange He thus should steale vpon vs. Exit Paul Had our Prince Iewell of Children seene this houre he had payr'd Well with this Lord there was not full a moneth Betweene their births Leo. 'Prethee no more cease thou know'st He dyes to me againe when talk'd-of sure When I shall see this Gentleman thy speeches Will bring me to consider that which may Vnfurnish me of Reason They are come Enter Florizell Perdita Cleomines and others Your Mother was most true to Wedlock Prince For she did print your Royall Father off Conceiuing you Were I but twentie one Your Fathers Image is so hit in you His very ayre that I should call you Brother As I did him and speake of something wildly By vs perform'd before Most dearely welcome And your faire Princesse Goddesse oh alas I lost a couple that 'twixt Heauen and Earth Might thus haue stood begetting wonder as You gracious Couple doe and then I lost All mine owne Folly the Societie Amitie too of your braue Father whom Though bearing Miserie I desire my life Once more to looke on him Flo. By his command Haue I here touch'd Sicilia and from him Giue you all greetings that a King at friend Can send his Brother and but Infirmitie Which waits vpon worne times hath something seiz'd His wish'd Abilitie he had himselfe The Lands and Waters 'twixt your Throne and his Measur'd to looke vpon you whom he loues He bad me say so more then all the Scepters And those that beare them liuing Leo. Oh my Brother Good Gentleman the wrongs I haue done thee stirre Afresh within me and these thy offices So rarely kind are as Interpreters Of my behind-hand slacknesse Welcome hither As is the Spring to th' Earth And hath he too Expos'd this Paragon to th' fearefull vsage At least vngentle of the dreadfull Neptune To greet a man not worth her paines much lesse Th' aduenture of her person Flo. Good my Lord She came from Libia Leo. Where the Warlike Smalus That Noble honor'd Lord is fear'd and lou'd Flo. Most Royall Sir From thence from him whose Daughter His Teares proclaym'd his parting with her thence A prosperous South-wind friendly we haue cross'd To execute the Charge my Father gaue me For visiting your Highnesse My best Traine I haue from your Sicilian Shores dismiss'd Who for Bohemia bend to signifie Not onely my successe in Libia Sir But my arriuall and my Wifes in safetie Here where we are Leo. The blessed Gods Purge all Infection from our Ayre whilest you Doe Clymate here you haue a holy Father A gracefull Gentleman against whose person So sacred as it is I haue done sinne For which the Heauens taking angry note Haue left me Issue-lesse and your Father 's bless'd As he from Heauen merits it with you Worthy his goodnesse What might I haue been Might I a Sonne and Daughter now haue look'd on Such goodly things as you Enter a Lord. Lord. Most Noble Sir That which I shall report will beare no credit Were not the proofe so nigh Please you great Sir Bohemia greets you from himselfe by me Desires you to attach his Sonne who ha's His Dignitie and Dutie both cast off Fled from his Father from his Hopes and with A Shepheards Daughter Leo. Where 's Bohemia speake Lord. Here in your Citie I now came from him I speake amazedly and it becomes My meruaile and my Message To your Court Whiles he was hastning in the Chase it seemes Of this faire Couple meetes he on the way The Father of this seeming Lady and Her Brother hauing both their Countrey quitted With this young Prince Flo. Camillo ha's betray'd me Whose honor and whose honestie till now Endur'd all Weathers Lord. Lay 't so to his charge He 's with the King your Father Leo. Who Camillo Lord. Camillo Sir I spake with him who now Ha's these poore men in question Neuer saw I Wretches so quake they kneele they kisse the Earth Forsweare themselues as often as they speake Bohemia stops his eares and threatens them With diuers deaths in death Perd. Oh my poore Father The Heauen sets Spyes vpon vs will not haue Our Contract celebrated Leo. You are marryed Flo. We are not Sir nor are we like to be The Starres I see will kisse the Valleyes first The oddes for high and low's alike Leo. My Lord Is this the Daughter of a King Flo. She is When once she is my Wife Leo. That once I see by your good Fathers speed Will come-on very slowly I am sorry Most sorry you haue broken from his liking Where you were ty'd in dutie and as sorry Your Choise is not so rich in Worth as Beautie That you might well enioy her Flo. Deare looke vp Though Fortune visible an Enemie Should chase vs with my Father powre no iot Hath she to change our Loues Beseech you Sir Remember since you ow'd no more to Time Then I doe now with thought of such Affections Stop forth mine Aduocate at your request My Father will graunt precious things as Trifles Leo. Would he doe so I 'ld beg your precious Mistris Which he counts but a Trifle Paul Sir my Liege Your eye hath too much youth in 't not a moneth 'Fore your Queene dy'd she was more worth such gazes Then what you looke on now Leo. I thought of her Euen in these Lookes I made But your Petition Is yet vn-answer'd I will to your Father Your Honor not o're-throwne by your
vpon with meruaile Come I le fill your Graue vp stirre nay come away Bequeath to Death your numnesse for from him Deare Life redeemes you you perceiue she stirres Start not her Actions shall be holy as You heare my Spell is lawfull doe not shun her Vntill you see her dye againe for then You kill her double Nay present your Hand When she was young you woo'd her now in age Is she become the Suitor Leo. Oh she 's warme If this be Magick let it be an Art Lawfull as Eating Pol. She embraces him Cam. She hangs about his necke If she pertaine to life let her speake too Pol. I and make it manifest where she ha's liu'd Or how stolne from the dead Paul That she is liuing Were it but told you should be hooted at Like an old Tale but it appeares she liues Though yet she speake not Marke a little while Please you to interpose faire Madam kneele And pray your Mothers blessing turne good Lady Our Perdita is found Her You Gods looke downe And from your sacred Viols poure your graces Vpon my daughters head Tell me mine owne Where hast thou bin preseru'd Where liu'd How found Thy Fathers Court For thou shalt heare that I Knowing by Paulina that the Oracle Gaue hope thou wast in being haue preseru'd My selfe to see the yssue Paul There 's ttme enough for that Leaft they desire vpon this push to trouble Your ioyes with like Relation Go together You precious winners all your exultation Partake to euery one I an old Turtle Will wing me to some wither'd bough and there My Mate that 's neuer to be found againe Lament till I am lost Leo. O peace Paulina Thou shouldst a husband take by my consent As I by thine a Wife This is a Match And made betweene's by Vowes Thou hast found mine But how is to be question'd for I saw her As I thought dead and haue in vaine said many A prayer vpon her graue I le not seeke faire For him I partly know his minde to finde thee An honourable husband Come Camillo And take her by the hand whose worth and honesty Is richly noted and heere iustified By Vs a paire of Kings Let 's from this place What looke vpon my Brother both your pardons That ere I put betweene your holy lookes My ill suspition This your Son-in-law And Sonne vnto the King whom heauens directing Is troth-plight to your daughter Good Paulina Leade vs from hence where we may leysurely Each one demand and answere to his part Perform'd in this wide gap of Time since first We were disseuer'd Hastily lead away Exeunt The Names of the Actors LEontes King of Sicillia Mamillus yong Prince of Sicillia Camillo Foure Lords of Sicillia Antigonus Foure Lords of Sicillia Cleomines Foure Lords of Sicillia Dion Foure Lords of Sicillia Hermione Queene to Leontes Perdita Daughter to Leontes and Hermione Paulina wife to Antigonus Emilia a Lady Polixenes King of Bohemia Florizell Prince of Bohemia Old Shepheard reputed Father of Perdita Clowne his Sonne Autolicus a Rogue Archidamus a Lord of Bohemia Other Lords and Gentlemen and Seruants Shepheards and Shephearddesses FINIS The life and death of King Iohn Actus Primus Scaena Prima Enter King Iohn Queene Elinor Pembroke Essex and Salisbury with the Chattylion of France King Iohn NOw say Chatillion what would France with vs Chat. Thus after greeting speakes the King of France In my behauiour to the Maiesty The borrowed Maiesty of England heere Elea. A strange beginning borrowed Maiesty K. Iohn Silence good mother heare the Embassie Chat. Philip of France in right and true behalfe Of thy deceased brother Geffreyes sonne Arthur Plantagines laies most lawfull claime To this faire Iland and the Territories To Ireland Poyctiers Aniowe Torayne Maine Desiring thee to lay aside the sword Which swaies vsurpingly these seuerall titles And put the same into yong Arthurs hand Thy Nephew and right royall Soueraigne K. Iohn What followes if we disallow of this Chat. The proud controle of fierce and bloudy warre To inforce these rights so forcibly with-held K. Io. Heere haue we wat for war bloud for bloud Controlement for controlement so answer France Chat. Then take my Kings defiance from my mouth The farthest limit of my Embassie K. Iohn Beare mine to him and so depart in peace Be thou as lightning in the eies of France For ere thou canst report I will be there The thunder of my Cannon shall be heard So hence be thou the trumpet of our wraths And sullen presage of your owne decay An honourable conduct let him haue Pembroke looke too 't farewell Chattillion Exit Chat and Pem Ele. What now my sonne haue I not euer said How that ambitious Constance would not coast Till she had kindled France and all the world Vpon the right and party of her sonne This might haue beene preueâ—ed and made whole With very easie arguments of loue Which now the maâ—nage of two kingdomes must With fearefull bloudy issue arbitrate K. Iohn Out strong possession and our right for vs Eli. Your strong possessioÌ„ much more then your right Or else it must go wrong with you and me So much my conscience whispers in your eare Which none but heauen and you and I shall heare Enter a Sheriffe Essex My Liege here is the strangest controuersie Come from the Country to be iudg'd by you That ere I heard shall I produce the men K. Iohn Let them approach Our Abbies and our Priories shall pay This expeditious charge what men are you Enter Robert Faulconbridge and Philip. Philip. Your faithfull subiect I a gentleman Borne in Northamptonshire and eldest sonne As I suppose to Robert Faulconbridge A Souldier by the Honor-giuing-hand Of Cordelion Knighted in the field K. Iohn What art thou Robert The son and heire to that same Faulconbridge K. Iohn Is that the elder and art thou the heyre You came not of one mother then it seemes Philip. Most certain of one mother mighty King That is well knowne and as I thinke one father But for the certaine knowledge of that truth I put you o're to heauen and to my mother Of that I doubt as all mens children may Eli. Out on thee rude man y u dost shame thy mother And wound her honor with this diffidence Phil. I Madame No I haue no reason for it That is my brothers plea and none of mine The which if he can proue a pops me out At least from faire fiue hundred pound a yeere Heauen guard my mothers honor and my Land K. Iohn A good blunt fellow why being yonger born Doth he lay claime to thine inheritance Phil. I know not why except to get the land But once he slanderd me with bastardy But where I be as true begot or no That still I lay vpon my mothers head But that I am as well begot my Liege Faire fall the bones that tooke the paines for me Compare our faces and be Iudge your selfe If old Sir Robert
Without a tongue vsing conceit alone Without eyes eares and harmefull sound of words Then in despight of brooded watchfull day I would into thy bosome poure my thoughts But ah I will not yet I loue thee well And by my troth I thinke thou lou'st me well Hub. So well that what you bid me vndertake Though that my death were adiunct to my Act By heauen I would doe it Iohn Doe not I know thou wouldst Good Hubert Hubert Hubert throw thine eye On you young boy I le tell thee what my friend He is a very serpent in my way And wheresoere this foot of mine doth tread He lies before me dost thou vnderstand me Thou art his keeper Hub. And I le keepe him so That he shall not offend your Maiesty Iohn Death Hub. My Lord. Iohn A Graue Hub. He shall not liue Iohn Enough I could be merry now Hubert I loue thee Well I le not say what I intend for thee Remember Madam Fare you well I le send those powers o're to your Maiesty Ele. My blessing goe with thee Iohn For England Cosen goe Hubert shall be your man attend on you Withal true duetie On toward Callice hoa Exeunt Scaena Tertia Enter France Dolphin Pandulpho Attendants Fra. So by a roaring Tempest on the flood A whole Armado of conuicted saile Is scattered and dis-ioyn'd from fellowship Pand. Courage and comfort all shall yet goe well Fra. What can goe well when we haue runne so ill Are we not beaten Is not Angiers lost Arthur tane prisoner diuers deere friends slaine And bloudy England into England gone Ore-bearing interruption spight of France Dol. What he hath won that hath he fortified So hot a speed with such aduice dispos'd Such temperate order in so fierce a cause Doth want example who hath read or heard Of any kindred-action like to this Fra. Well could I beare that England had this praise So we could finde some patterne of our shame Enter Constance Looke who comes heere a graue vnto a soule Holding th' eternall spirit against her will In the vilde prison of afflicted breath I prethee Lady goe away with me Con. Lo now now see the issue of your peace Fra. Patience good Lady comfort gentle Constance Con. No I defie all Counsell all redresse But that which ends all counsell true Redresse Death death O amiable louely death Thou odoriferous stench sound rottennesse Arise forth from the couch of lasting night Thou hate and terror to prosperitie And I will kisse thy detestable bones And put my eye-balls in thy vaultie browes And ring these fingers with thy houshold wormes And stop this gap of breath with fulsome dust And be a Carrion Monster like thy selfe Come grin on me and I will thinke thou smil'st And busse thee as thy wife Miseries Loue O come to me Fra. O faire affliction peace Con. No no I will not hauing breath to cry O that my tongue were in the thunders mouth Then with a passion would I shake the world And rowze from sleepe that fell Anatomy Which cannot heare a Ladies feeble voyce Which scornes a moderne Inuocation Pand. Lady you vtter madnesse and not sorrow Con. Thou art holy to belye me so I am not mad this haire I teare is mine My name is Constance I was Gâ—ffreyes wife Yong Arthur is my sonne and he is lost I am not mad I would to heauen I were For then 't is like I should forget my selfe O if I could what griefe should I forget Preach some Philosophy to make me mad And thou shalt be Canoniz'd Cardinall For being not mad but sensible of greefe My reasonable part produces reason How I may be deliuer'd of these woes And teaches mee to kill or hang my selfe If I were mad I should forget my sonne Or madly thinke a babe of clowes were he I am not mad too well too well I feele The different plague of each calamitie Fra. Binde vp those tresses O what loue I note In the faire multitude of â—hose her haires Where but by chance a siluer drop hath falne Euen to that drop ten thousand wiery fiends Doe glew themselues in sociable griefe Like true inseparable faithfull loues Sticking together in calamitie Con. To England if you will Fra. Binde vp your haires Con. Yes that I will and wherefore will I do it I tore them from their bonds and cride aloud O that these hands could so redeeme my sonne As they haue giuen these hayres their libertie But now I enuie at their libertie And will againe commit them to their bonds Because my poore childe is a prisoner And Father Cardinall I haue heard you say That we shall see and know our friends in heauen If that be true I shall see my boy againe For since the birth of Caine the first male-childe To him that did but yesterday suspire There was not such a gracious creature borne But now will Canker-sorrow eat my bud And chase the natiue beauty from his cheeke And he will looke as hollow as a Ghost As dim and meager as an Agues fitte And so hee 'll dye and rising so againe When I shall meet him in the Court of heauen I shall not know him therefore neuer neuer Must I behold my pretty Arthur more Pand. You hold too heynous a respect of greefe Const He talkes to me that neuer had a sonne Fra. You are as fond of greefe as of your childe Con. Greefe fils the roome vp of my absent childe Lies in his bed walkes vp and downe with me Puts on his pretty lookes repeats his words Remembets me of all his gracious parts Stuffes out his vacant garments with his forme Then haue I reason to be fond of griefe Fareyouwell had you such a losse as I I could giue better comfort then you doe I will not keepe this forme vpon my head When there is such disorder in my witte O Lord my boy my Arthur my faire sonne My life my ioy my food my all the world My widow-comfort and my sorrowes cure Exit Fra. I feare some out-rage and I le follow her Exit Dol. There 's nothing in this world can make me ioy Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale Vexing the dull eare of a drowsie man And bitter shame hath spoyl'd the sweet words taste That it yeelds nought but shame and bitternesse Pand. Before the curing of a strong disease Euen in the instant of repaire and health The fit is strongest Euils that take leaue On their departure most of all shew euill What haue you lost by losing of this day Dol. All daies of glory ioy and happinesse Pan. If you had won it certainely you had No no when Fortune meanes to men most good Shee lookes vpon them with a threatning eye 'T is strange to thinke how much King Iohn hath lost In this which he accounts so clearely wonne Are not you grieu'd that Arthur is his prisoner Dol. As heartily as he is glad he hath him Pan. Your minde is all as youthfull as
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
To whose high will we bound our calme contents To Bullingbrooke are we sworne Subiects now Whose State and Honor I for aye allow Enter Aumerle Dut. Heere comes my sonne Aumerle Yor. Aumerle that was But that is lost for being Richards Friend And Madam you must call him Rutland now I am in Parliament pledge for his truth And lasting fealtie to the new-made King Dut. Welcome my sonne who are the Violets now That strew the greene lap of the new-come Spring Aum. Madam I know not nor I greatly care not God knowes I had as liefe be none as one Yorke Well beare you well in this new-spring of time Least you be cropt before you come to prime What newes from Oxford Hold those Iusts Triumphs Aum. For ought I know my Lord they do Yorke You will be there I know Aum. If God preuent not I purpose so Yor. What Seale is that that hangs without thy bosom Yea look'st thou pale Let me see the Writing Aum. My Lord 't is nothing Yorke No matter then who sees it I will be satisfied let me see the Writing Aum. I do beseech your Grace to pardon me It is a matter of small consequence Which for some reasons I would not haue seene Yorke Which for some reasons sir I meane to see I feare I feare Dut. What should you feare 'T is nothing but some bond that he is enter'd into For gay apparrell against the Triumph Yorke Bound to himselfe What doth he with a Bond That he is bound to Wife thou art a foole Boy let me see the Writing Aum. I do beseech you pardon me I may not shew it Yor. I will be satisfied let me see it I say Snatches it Treason foule Treason Villaine Traitor Slaue Dut. What 's the matter my Lord Yorke Hoa who 's within there Saddle my horse Heauen for his mercy what treachery is heere Dut. Why what is' t my Lord Yorke Giue me my boots I say Saddle my horse Now by my Honor my life my troth I will appeach the Villaine Dut. What is the matter Yorke Peace foolish Woman Dut. I will not peace What is the matter Sonne Aum. Good Mother be content it is no more Then my poore life must answer Dut. Thy life answer Enter Seruant with Boots Yor. Bring me my Boots I will vnto the King Dut. Strike him Aumerle Poore boy y u art amaz'd Hence Villaine neuer more come in my sight Yor. Giue me my Boots I say Dut. Why Yorke what wilt thou do Wilt thou not hide the Trespasse of thine owne Haue we more Sonnes Or are we like to haue Is not my teeming date drunke vp with time And wilt thou plucke my faire Sonne from mine Age And rob me of a happy Mothers name Is he not like thee Is he not thine owne Yor. Thou fond mad woman Wilt thou conceale this darke Conspiracy A dozen of them heere haue tane the Sacrament And interchangeably set downe their hands To kill the King at Oxford Dut. He shall be none Wee 'l keepe him heere then what is that to him Yor. Away fond woman were hee twenty times my Son I would appeach him Dut. Hadst thou groan'd for him as I haue done Thou wouldest be more pittifull But now I know thy minde thou do'st suspect That I haue bene disloyall to thy bed And that he is a Bastard not thy Sonne Sweet Yorke sweet husband be not of that minde He is as like thee as a man may bee Not like to me nor any of my Kin And yet I loue him Yorke Make way vnruly Woman Exit Dut. After Aumerle Mount thee vpon his horse Spurre post and get before him to the King And begge thy pardon ere he do accuse thee I le not be long behind though I be old I doubt not but to ride as fast as Yorke And neuer will I rise vp from the ground Till Bullingbrooke haue pardon'd thee Away be gone Exit Scoena Tertia Enter Bullingbrooke Percie and other Lords Bul. Can no man tell of my vnthriftie Sonne 'T is full three monthes since I did see him last If any plague hang ouer vs 't is he I would to heauen my Lords he might be found Enquire at London ' mongst the Tauernes there For there they say he dayly doth frequent With vnrestrained loose Companions Euen such they say as stand in narrow Lanes And rob our Watch and beate our passengers Which he yong wanton and effeminate Boy Takes on the point of Honor to support So dissolute a crew Per. My Lord some two dayes since I saw the Prince And told him of these Triumphes held at Oxford Bul. And what said the Gallant Per. His answer was he would vnto the Stewes And from the common'st creature plucke a Gloue And weare it as a fauour and with that He would vnhorse the lustiest Challenger Bul. As dissolute as desp'rate yet through both I see some sparkes of better hope which elder dayes May happily bring forth But who comes heere Enter Aumerle Aum. Where is the King Bul. What meanes our Cosin that hee stares And lookes so wildely Aum. God saue your Grace I do beseech your Maiesty To haue some conference with your Grace alone Bul. Withdraw your selues and leaue vs here alone What is the matter with our Cosin now Aum. For euer may my knees grow to the earth My tongue cleaue to my roofe within my mouth Vnlesse a Pardon ere I rise or speake Bul. Intended or committed was this fault If on the first how heynous ere it bee To win thy after loue I pardon thee Aum. Then giue me leaue that I may turne the key That no man enter till my tale me done Bul. Haue thy desire Yorke within Yor. My Liege beware looke to thy selfe Thou hast a Traitor in thy presence there Bul. Villaine I le make thee safe Aum. Stay thy reuengefull hand thou hast no cause to feare Yorke Open the doore secure foole-hardy King Shall I for loue speake treason to thy face Open the doore or I will breake it open Enter Yorke Bul. What is the matter Vnkle speak recouer breath Tell vs how neere is danger That we may arme vs to encounter it Yor. Peruse this writing heere and thou shalt know The reason that my haste forbids me show Aum. Remember as thou read'st thy promise past I do repent me reade not my name there My heart is not confederate with my hand Yor. It was villaine ere thy hand did set it downe I tore it from the Traitors bosome King Feare and not Loue begets his penitence Forget to pitty him least thy pitty proue A Serpent that will sting thee to the heart Bul. Oh heinous strong and bold Conspiracie O loyall Father of a treacherous Sonne Thou sheere immaculate and siluer fountaine From whence this streame through muddy passages Hath had his current and defil'd himselfe Thy ouerflow of good conuerts to bad And thy abundant goodnesse shall excuse This deadly blot in thy digressing sonne Yorke So shall
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
Being the Agents or base second meanes The Cords the Ladder or the Hangman rather O pardon if that I descend so low To shew the Line and the Predicament Wherein you range vnder this subtill King Shall it for shame be spoken in these dayes Or fill vp Chronicles in time to come That men of your Nobility and Power Did gage them both in an vniust behalfe As Both of you God pardon it haue done To put downe Richard that sweet louely Rose And plant this Thorne this Canker Bullingbrooke And shall it in more shame be further spoken That you are fool'd discarded and shooke off By him for whom these shames ye vnderwent No yet time serues wherein you may redeeme Your banish'd Honors and restore your selues Into the good Thoughts of the world againe Reuenge the geering and disdain'd contempt Of this proud King who studies day and night To answer all the Debt he owes vnto you Euen with the bloody Payment of your deaths Therefore I say Wor. Peace Cousin say no more And now I will vnclaspe a Secret booke And to your quicke conceyuing Discontents I le reade you Matter deepe and dangerous As full of perill and aduenturous Spirit As to o're-walke a Current roaring loud On the vnstedfast footing of a Speare Hot. If he fall in good night or sinke or swimme Send danger from the East vnto the West So Honor crosse it from the North to South And let them grapple The blood more stirres To rowze a Lyon then to start a Hare Nor. Imagination of some great exploit Driues him beyond the bounds of Patience Hot. By heauen me thinkes it were an easie leap To plucke bright Honor from the pale-fac'd Moone Or diue into the bottome of the deepe Where Fadome-line could neuer touch the ground And plucke vp drowned Honor by the Lockes So he that doth redeeme her thence might weare Without Co-riuall all her Dignities But out vpon this halfe-fac'd Fellowship Wor. He apprehends a World of Figures here But not the forme of what he should attend Good Cousin giue me audience for a-while And list to me Hot. I cry you mercy Wor. Those same Noble Scottes That are your Prisoners Hot. I le keepe them all By heauen he shall not haue a Scot of them No if a Scot would saue his Soule he shall not I le keepe them by this Hand Wor. You start away And lend no eare vnto my purposes Those Prisoners you shall keepe Hot. Nay I will that 's flat He said he would not ransome Mortimer Forbad my tongue to speake of Mortimer But I will finde him when he lyes asleepe And in his eare I le holla Mortimer Nay I le haue a Starling shall be taught to speake Nothing but Mortimer and giue it him To keepe his anger still in motion Wor. Heare you Cousin a word Hot. All studies heere I solemnly defie Saue how to gall and pinch this Bullingbrooke And that same Sword and Buckler Prince of Wales But that I thinke his Father loues him not And would be glad he met with some mischance I would haue poyson'd him with a pot of Ale Wor. Farewell Kinsman I le talke to you When you are better temper'd to attend Nor. Why what a Waspe-tongu'd impatient foole Art thou to breake into this Womans mood Tying thine eare to no tongue but thine owne Hot. Why look you I am whipt scourg'd with rods Netled and stung with Pismires when I heare Of this vile Politician Bullingbrooke In Richards time What de' ye call the place A plague vpon 't it is in Gloustershire 'T was where the madcap Duke his Vncle kept His Vncle Yorke where I first bow'd my knee Vnto this King of Smiles this Bullingbrooke When you and he came backe from Rauenspurgh Nor. At Barkley Castle Hot. You say true Why what a caudie deale of curtesie This fawning Grey-hound then did proffer me Looke when his infant Fortune came to age And gentle Harry Percy and kinde Cousin O the Diuell take such Couzeners God forgiue me Good Vncle tell your tale for I haue done Wor. Nay if you haue not too 't againe Wee 'l stay your leysure Hot. I haue done insooth Wor. Then once more to your Scottish Prisoners Deliuer them vp without their ransome straight And make the Dowglas sonne your onely meane For powres in Scotland which for diuers reasons Which I shall send you written be assur'd Will easily be granted you my Lord. Your Sonne in Scotland being thus imply'd Shall secretly into the bosome creepe Of that same noble Prelate well belou'd The Archbishop Hot. Of Yorke is' t not Wor. True who beares hard His Brothers death at Bristow the Lord Scroope I speake not this in estimation As what I thinke might be but what I know Is ruminated plotted and set downe And onely stayes but to behold the face Of that occasion that shall bring it on Hot. I smell it Vpon my life it will do wond'rous well Nor. Before the game 's a-foot thou still let'st slip Hot. Why it cannot choose but be a Noble plot And then the power of Scotland and of Yorke To ioyne with Mortimer Ha. Wor. And so they shall Hot. Infaith it is exceedingly well aym'd Wor. And 't is no little reason bids vs speed To saue our heads by raising of a Head For beare our selues as euen as we can The King will alwayes thinke him in our debt And thinke we thinke our selues vnsatisfied Till he hath found a time to pay vs home And see already how he doth beginne To make vs strangers to his lookes of loue Hot. He does he does wee 'l be reueng'd on him Wor. Cousin farewell No further go in this Then I by Letters shall direct your course When time is ripe which will be sodainly I le steale to Glendower and loe Mortimer Where you and Dowglas and our powres at once As I will fashion it shall happily meete To beare our fortunes in our owne strong armes Which now we hold at much vncertainty Nor. Farewell good Brother we shall thriue I trust Hot. Vncle adieu O let the houres be short Till fields and blowes and grones applaud our sport exit Actus Secundus Scena Prima Enter a Carrier with a Lanterne in his hand 1. Car. Heigh-ho an 't be not foure by the day I le be hang'd Charles waine is ouer the new Chimney and yet our horse not packt What Ostler Ost Anon anon 1. Car. I prethee Tom beate Cuts Saddle put a few Flockes in the point the poore Iade is wrung in the withers out of all cesse Enter another Carrier 2. Car. Pease and Beanes are as danke here as a Dog and this is the next way to giue poore Iades the Bottes This house is turned vpside downe since Robin the Ostler dyed 1. Car. Poore fellow neuer ioy'd since the price of oats rose it was the death of him 2. Car. I thinke this is the most villanous house in al London rode for Fleas I am stung
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
reproach And in defence of my Lords worthinesse I craue the benefit of Law of Armes Ver And that is my petition Noble Lord For though he seeme with forged queint conceite To set a glosse vpon his bold intent Yet know my Lord I was prouok'd by him And he first tooke exceptions at this badge Pronouncing that the palenesse of this Flower Bewray'd the faintnesse of my Masters heart Yorke Will not this malice Somerset be left Som. Your priuate grudge my Lord of York wil out Though ne're so cunningly you smother it King Good Lord what madnesse rules in braine-sicke men When for so slight and friuolous a cause Such factious aemulations shall arise Good Cosins both of Yorke and Somerset Quiet your selues I pray and be at peace Yorke Let this dissention first be tried by fight And then your Highnesse shall command a Peace Som. The quarrell toucheth none but vs alone Betwixt our selues let vs decide it then Yorke There is my pledge accept it Somerset Ver. Nay let it rest where it began at first Bass Confirme it so mine honourable Lord. Glo. Confirme it so Confounded be your strife And perish ye with your audacious prate Presumptuous vassals are you not asham'd With this immodest clamorous outrage To trouble and disturbe the King and Vs And you my Lords me thinkes you do not well To beare with their peruerse Obiections Much lesse to take occasion from their mouthes To raise a mutiny betwixt your selues Let me perswade you take a better course Exet. It greeues his Highnesse Good my Lords be Friends King Come hither you that would be Combatants Henceforth I charge you as you loue our fauour Quite to forget this Quarrell and the cause And you my Lords Remember where we are In France amongst a fickle wauering Nation If they perceyue dissention in our lookes And that within our selues we disagree How will their grudging stomackes be prouok'd To wilfull Disobedience and Rebell Beside What infamy will there arise When Forraigne Princes shall be certified That for a toy a thing of no regard King Henries Peeres and cheefe Nobility Destroy'd themselues and lost the Realme of France Oh thinke vpon the Conquest of my Father My tender yeares and let vs not forgoe That for a trifle that was bought with blood Let me be Vmper in this doubtfull strife I see no reason if I weare this Rose That any one should therefore be suspitious I more incline to Somerset than Yorke Both are my kinsmen and I loue them both As well they may vpbray'd me with my Crowne Because forsooth the King of Scots is Crown'd But your discretions better can perswade Then I am able to instruct or teach And therefore as we hither came in peace So let vs still continue peace and loue Cosin of Yorke we institute your Grace To be our Regent in these parts of France And good my Lord of Somerset vnite Your Troopes of horsemen with his Bands of foote And like true Subiects sonnes of your Progenitors Go cheerefully together and digest Your angry Choller on your Enemies Our Selfe my Lord Protector and the rest After some respit will returne to Calice From thence to England where I hope ere long To be presented by your Victories With Charles Alanson and that Traiterous rout Exeunt Manet Yorke Warwick Exeter Vernon War My Lord of Yorke I promise you the King Prettily me thought did play the Orator Yorke And so he did but yet I like it not In that he weares the badge of Somerset War Tush that was but his fancie blame him not I dare presume sweet Prince he thought no harme York And if I wish he did But let it rest Other affayres must now be managed Exeunt Flourish Manet Exeter Exet. Well didst thou Richard to suppresse thy voice For had the passions of thy heart burst out I feare we should haue seene decipher'd there More rancorous spight more furious raging broyles Then yet can be imagin'd or suppos'd But howsoere no simple man that sees This iarring discord of Nobilitie This shouldering of each other in the Court This factious bandying of their Fauourites But that it doth presage some ill euent 'T is much when Scepters are in Childrens hands But more when Enuy breeds vnkinde deuision There comes the ruine there begins confusion Exit Enter Talbot with Trumpe and Drumme before Burdeaux Talb. Go to the Gates of Burdeaux Trumpeter Summon their Generall vnto the Wall Sounds Enter Generall aloft English Iohn Talbot Captaines call you forth Seruant in Armes to Harry King of England And thus he would Open your Citie Gates Be humble to vs call my Soueraigne yours And do him homage as obedient Subiects And I le withdraw me and my bloody power But if you frowne vpon this proffer'd Peace You tempt the fury of my three attendants Leane Famine quartering Steele and climbing Fire Who in a moment eeuen with the earth Shall lay your stately and ayre-brauing Towers If you forsake the offer of their loue Cap. Thou ominous and fearefull Owle of death Our Nations terror and their bloody scourge The period of thy Tyranny approacheth On vs thou canst not enter but by death For I protest we are well fortified And strong enough to issue out and fight If thou retire the Dolphin well appointed Stands with the snares of Warre to tangle thee On either hand thee there are squadrons pitcht To wall thee from the liberty of Flight And no way canst thou turne thee for redresse But death doth front thee with apparant spoyle And pale destruction meets thee in the face Ten thousand French haue tane the Sacrament To ryue their dangerous Artillerie Vpon no Christian soule but English Talbot Loe there thou standst a breathing valiant man Of an inuincible vnconquer'd spirit This is the latest Glorie of thy praise That I thy enemy dew thee withall For ere the Glasse that now begins to runne Finish the processe of his sandy houre These eyes that see thee now well coloured Shall see thee withered bloody pale and dead Drum a farre off Harke harke the Dolphins drumme a warning bell Sings heauy Musicke to thy timorous soule And mine shall ring thy dire departure out Exit Tal. He Fables not I heare the enemie Out some light Horsemen and peruse their Wings O negligent and heedlesse Discipline How are we park'd and bounded in a pale A little Heard of Englands timorous Deere Maz'd with a yelping kennell of French Curres If we be English Deere be then in blood Not Rascall-like to fall downe with a pinch But rather moodie mad And desperate Stagges Turne on the bloody Hounds with heads of Steele And make the Cowards stand aloofe at bay Sell euery man his life as deere as mine And they shall finde deere Deere of vs my Friends God and S. George Talbot and Englands right Prosper our Colours in this dangerous fight Enter a Messenger that meets Yorke Enter Yorke with Trumpet and many Soldiers Yorke Are not the speedy scouts
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
you all Florish Suf. My Lord Protector so it please your Grace Heere are the Articles of contracted peace Betweene our Soueraigne and the French King Charles For eighteene moneths concluded by consent Clo. Reads Inprimis It is agreed betweene the French K. Charles and William de la Pole Marquesse of Suffolke Ambassador for Henry King of England That the said Henry shal espouse the Lady Margaret daughter vnto Reignier King of Naples Sicillia and Ierusalem and Crowne her Queene of England ere the thirtieth of May next ensuing Item That the Dutchy of Aniou and the County of Main shall be released and deliuered to the King her father King Vnkle how now Glo. Pardon me gracious Lord Some sodaine qualme hath strucke me at the heart And dim'd mine eyes that I can reade no further King Vnckle of Winchester I pray read on Win. Item It is further agreed betweene them That the Dutchesse of Aniou and Maine shall be released and deliuered ouer to the King her Father and shee sent ouer of the King of Englands owne proper Cost and Charges without hauing any Dowry King They please vs well Lord Marques kneel down We heere create thee the first Duke of Suffolke And girt thee with the Sword Cosin of Yorke We heere discharge your Grace from being Regent I' th parts of France till terme of eighteene Moneths Be full expyr'd Thankes Vncle Winchester Gloster Yorke Buckingham Somerset Salisburie and Warwicke We thanke you all for this great fauour done In entertainment to my Princely Queene Come let vs in and with all speede prouide To see her Coronation be perform'd Exit King Queene and Suffolke Manet the rest Glo. Braue Peeres of England Pillars of the State To you Duke Humfrey must vnload his greefe Your greefe the common greefe of all the Land What did my brother Henry spend his youth His valour coine and people in the warres Did he so often lodge in open field In Winters cold and Summers parching heate To conquer France his true inheritance And did my brother Bedford toyle his wits To keepe by policy what Henrie got Haue you your selues Somerset Buckingham Braue Yorke Salisbury and victorious Warwicke Receiud deepe scarres in France and Normandie Or hath mine Vnckle Beauford and my selfe With all the Learned Counsell of the Realme Studied so long sat in the Councell house Early and late debating too and fro How France and Frenchmen might be kept in awe And hath his Highnesse in his infancie Crowned in Paris in despight of foes And shall these Labours and these Honours dye Shall Henries Conquest Bedfords vigilance Your Deeds of Warre and all our Counsell dye O Peeres of England shamefull is this League Fatall this Marriage cancelling your Fame Blotting your names from Bookes of memory Racing the Charracters of your Renowne Defacing Monuments of Conquer'd France Vndoing all as all had neuer bin Car. Nephew what meanes this passionate discourse This preroration with such circumstance For France 't is ours and we will keepe it still Glo. I Vnckle we will keepe it if we can But now it is impossible we should Suffolke the new made Duke that rules the rost Hath giuen the Dutchy of Aniou and Mayne Vnto the poore King Reignier whose large style Agrees not with the leannesse of his purse Sal. Now by the death of him that dyed for all These Counties were the Keyes of Normandie But wherefore weepes Warwicke my valiant sonne War For greefe that they are past recouerie For were there hope to conquer them againe My sword should shed hot blood mine eyes no teares Aniou and Maine My selfe did win them both Those Prouinces these Armes of mine did conquer And are the Citties that I got with wounds Deliuer'd vp againe with peacefull words Mort Dieu Yorke For Suffolkes Duke may he be suffocate That dims the Honor of this Warlike Isle France should haue torne and rent my very hart Before I would haue yeelded to this League I neuer read but Englands Kings haue had Large summes of Gold and Dowries with their wiues And our King Henry giues away his owne To match with her that brings no vantages Hum. A proper iest and neuer heard before That Suffolke should demand a whole Fifteenth For Costs and Charges in transporting her She should haue staid in France and steru'd in France Before Car. My Lord of Gloster now ye grow too hot It was the pleasure of my Lord the King Hum. My Lord of Winchester I know your minde 'T is not my speeches that you do mislike But 't is my presence that doth trouble ye Rancour will out proud Prelate in thy face I see thy furie If I longer stay We shall begin our ancient bickerings Lordings farewell and say when I am gone I prophesied France will be lost ere long Exit Humfrey Car. So there goes our Protector in a rage 'T is knowne to you he is mine enemy Nay more an enemy vnto you all And no great friend I feare me to the King Consider Lords he is the next of blood And heyre apparant to the English Crowne Had Henrie got an Empire by his marriage And all the wealthy Kingdomes of the West There 's reason he should be displeas'd at it Looke to it Lords let not his smoothing words Bewitch your hearts be wise and circumspect What though the common people fauour him Calling him Humfrey the good Duke of Gloster Clapping their hands and crying with loud voyce Iesu maintaine your Royall Excellence With God preserue the good Duke Humfrey I feare me Lords for all this flattering glosse He will be found a dangerous Protector Buc. Why should he then protect our Soueraigne He being of age to gouerne of himselfe Cosin of Somerset ioyne you with me And altogether with the Duke of Suffolke Wee 'l quickly hoyse Duke Humfrey from his seat Car. This weighty businesse will not brooke delay I le to the Duke of Suffolke presently Exit Cardinall Som. Cosin of Buckingham though Humfries pride And greatnesse of his place be greefe to vs Yet let vs watch the haughtie Cardinall His insolence is more intollerable Then all the Princes in the Land beside If Gloster be displac'd hee 'l be Protector Buc. Or thou or I Somerset will be Protectors Despite Duke Humfrey or the Cardinall Exit Buckingham and Somerset Sal. Pride went before Ambition followes him While these do labour for their owne preferment Behooues it vs to labor for the Realme I neuer saw but Humfrey Duke of Gloster Did beare him like a Noble Gentleman Oft haue I seene the haughty Cardinall More like a Souldier then a man o' th' Church As stout and proud as he were Lord of all Sweare like a Ruffian and demeane himselfe Vnlike the Ruler of a Common-weale Warwicke my sonne the comfort of my age Thy deeds thy plainnesse and thy house-keeping Hath wonne the greatest fauour of the Commons Excepting none but good Duke Humfrey And Brother Yorke thy Acts in Ireland In bringing them to ciuill
he is lawfull King Henry All will reuolt from me and turne to him Northumb. Plantagenet for all the Clayme thou lay'st Thinke not that Henry shall be so depos'd Warw. Depos'd he shall be in despight of all Northumb. Thou art deceiu'd 'T is not thy Southerne power Of Essex Norfolke Suffolke nor of Kent Which makes thee thus presumptuous and prowd Can set the Duke vp in despight of me Clifford King Henry be thy Title right or wrong Lord Clifford vowes to fight in thy defence May that ground gape and swallow me aliue Where I shall kneele to him that slew my Father Henry Oh Clifford how thy words reuiue my heart Plant. Henry of Lancaster resigne thy Crowne What mutter you or what conspire you Lords Warw. Doe right vnto this Princely Duke of Yorke Or I will fill the House with armed men And ouer the Chayre of State where now he sits Write vp his Title with vsurping blood He stampes with his foot and the Souldiers shew themselues Henry My Lord of Warwick heare but one word Let me for this my life time reigne as King Plant. Confirme the Crowne to me and to mine Heires And thou shalt reigne in quiet while thou liu'st Henry I am content Richard Plantagenet Enioy the Kingdome after my decease Clifford What wrong is this vnto the Prince your Sonne Warw. What good is this to England and himselfe Westm Base fearefull and despayring Henry Clifford How hast thou iniur'd both thy selfe and vs Westm I cannot stay to heare these Articles Northumb. Nor I. Clifford Come Cousin let vs tell the Queene these Newes Westm Farwell faint-hearted and degenerate King In whose cold blood no sparke of Honor bides Northumb. Be thou a prey vnto the House of Yorke And dye in Bands for this vnmanly deed Cliff In dreadfull Warre may'st thou be ouercome Or liue in peace abandon'd and despis'd Warw. Turne this way Henry and regard them not Exeter They seeke reuenge and therefore will not yeeld Henry Ah Exeter Warw. Why should you sigh my Lord Henry Not for my selfe Lord Warwick but my Sonne Whom I vnnaturally shall dis-inherite But be it as it may I here entayle The Crowne to thee and to thine Heires for euer Conditionally that heere thou take an Oath To cease this Ciuill Warre and whil'st I liue To honor me as thy King and Soueraigne And neyther by Treason nor Hostilitie To seeke to put me downe and reigne thy selfe Plant. This Oath I willingly take and will performe Warw. Long liue King Henry Plantagenet embrace him Henry And long liue thou and these thy forward Sonnes Plant. Now Yorke and Lancaster are reconcil'd Exet. Accurst be he that seekes to make them foes Senet Here they come downe Plant. Farewell my gracious Lord I le to my Castle Warw. And I le keepe London with my Souldiers Norf. And I to Norfolke with my followerâ— Mount And I vnto the Sea from whence I came Henry And I with griefe and sorrow to the Court. Enter the Queene Exeter Heere comes the Queene Whose Lookes be wray her anger I le steale away Henry Exeter so will I. Queene Nay goe not from me I will follow thee Henry Be patient gentle Queene and I will stay Queene Who can be patient in such extreames Ah wretched man would I had dy'de a Maid And neuer seene thee neuer borne thee Sonne Seeing thou hast prou'd so vnnaturall a Father Hath he deseru'd to loose his Birth-right thus Hadst thou but lou'd him halfe so well as I Or felt that paine which I did for him once Or nourisht him as I did with my blood Thou would'st haue left thy dearest heart-blood there Rather then haue made that sauage Duke thine Heire And dis-inherited thine onely Sonne Prince Father you cannot dis-inherite me If you be King why should not I succeede Henry Pardon me Margaret pardon me sweet Sonne The Earle of Warwick and the Duke enforc't me Quee. Enforc't thee Art thou King and wilt be forc't I shame to heare thee speake ah timorous Wretch Thou hast vndone thy selfe thy Sonne and me And giu'n vnto the House of Yorke such head As thou shalt reigne but by their sufferance To entayle him and his Heires vnto the Crowne What is it but to make thy Sepulcher And creepe into it farre before thy time Warwick is Chancelor and the Lord of Callice Sterne Falconbridge commands the Narrow Seas The Duke is made Protector of the Realme And yet shalt thou be safe Such safetie findes The trembling Lambe inuironned with Wolues Had I beene there which am a silly Woman The Souldiers should haue toss'd me on their Pikes Before I would haue granted to that Act. But thou preferr'st thy Life before thine Honor. And seeing thou do'st I here diuorce my selfe Both from thy Table Henry and thy Bed Vntill that Act of Parliament be repeal'd Whereby my Sonne is dis-inherited The Northerne Lords that haue forsworne thy Colours Will follow mine if once they see them spread And spread they shall be to thy foule disgrace And vtter ruine of the House of Yorke Thus doe I leaue thee Come Sonne let 's away Our Army is ready come wee 'le after them Henry Stay gentle Margaret and heare me speake Queene Thou hast spoke too much already get thee gone Henry Gentle Sonne Edward thou wilt stay me Queene I to be murther'd by his Enemies Prince When I returne with victorie to the field I le see your Grace till then I le follow her Queene Come Sonne away we may not linger thus Henry Poore Queene How loue to me and to her Sonne Hath made her breake out into termes of Rage Reueng'd may she be on that hatefull Duke Whose haughtie spirit winged with desire Will cost my Crowne and like an emptie Eagle Tyre on the flesh of me and of my Sonne The losse of those three Lords torments my heart I le write vnto them and entreat them faire Come Cousin you shall be the Messenger Exet. And I I hope shall reconcile them all Exit Flourish Enter Richard Edward and Mountague Richard Brother though I bee youngest giue mee leaue Edward No I can better play the Orator Mount But I haue reasons strong and forceable Enter the Duke of Yorke Yorke Why how now Sonnes and Brother at a strife What is your Quarrell how began it first Edward No Quarrell but a slight Contention Yorke About what Rich. About that which concernes your Grace and vs The Crowne of England Father which is yours Yorke Mine Boy not till King Henry be dead Richard Your Right depends not on his life or death Edward Now you are Heire therefore enioy it now By giuing the House of Lancaster leaue to breathe It will out-runne you Father in the end Yorke I tooke an Oath that hee should quietly reigne Edward But for a Kingdome any Oath may be broken I would breake a thousand Oathes to reigne one yeere Richard No God forbid your Grace should be forsworne Yorke I shall be if I clayme by open
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
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
it selfe England is safe if true within it selfe Mount But the safer when 't is back'd with France Hast. 'T is better vsing France then trusting France Let vs be back'd with God and with the Seas Which he hath giu'n for fence impregnable And with their helpes onely defend our selues In them and in our selues our safetie lyes Clar. For this one speech Lord Hastings well deserues To haue the Heire of the Lord Hungerford King I what of that it was my will and graunt And for this once my Will shall stand for Law Rich. And yet me thinks your Grace hath not done well To giue the Heire and Daughter of Lord Scales Vnto the Brother of your louing Bride Shee better would haue fitted me or Clarence But in your Bride you burie Brotherhood Clar. Or else you would not haue bestow'd the Heire Of the Lord Bonuill on your new Wiues Sonne And leaue your Brothers to goe speede elsewhere King Alas poore Clarence is it for a Wife That thou art malecontent I will prouide thee Clarence In chusing for your selfe You shew'd your iudgement Which being shallow you shall giue me leaue To play the Broker in mine owne behalfe And to that end I shortly minde to leaue you King Leaue me or tarry Edward will be King And not be ty'd vnto his Brothers will Lady Grey My Lords before it pleas'd his Maiestie To rayse my State to Title of a Queene Doe me but right and you must all confesse That I was not ignoble of Descent And meaner then my selfe haue had like fortune But as this Title honors me and mine So your dislikes to whom I would be pleasing Doth cloud my ioyes with danger and with sorrow King My Loue forbeare to fawne vpon their frownes What danger or what sorrow can befall thee So long as Edward is thy constant friend And their true Soueraigne whom they must obey Nay whom they shall obey and loue thee too Vnlesse they seeke for hatred at my hands Which if they doe yet will I keepe thee safe And they shall feele the vengeance of my wrath Rich. I heare yet say not much but thinke the more Enter a Poste King Now Messenger what Letters or what Newes from France Post My Soueraigne Liege no Letters few words But such as I without your speciall pardon Dare not relate King Goe too wee pardon thee Therefore in briefe tell me their words As neere as thou canst guesse them What answer makes King Lewis vnto our Letters Post. At my depart these were his very words Goe tell false Edward the supposed King That Lewis of France is sending ouer Maskers To reuell it with him and his new Bride King Is Lewis so braue belike he thinkes me Henry But what said Lady Bona to my Marriage Post These were her words vtt'red with mild disdaine Tell him in hope hee 'le proue a Widower shortly I le weare the Willow Garland for his sake King I blame not her she could say little lesse She had the wrong But what said Henries Queene For I haue heard that she was there in place Post Tell him quoth she My mourning Weedes are done And I am readie to put Armour on King Belike she minds to play the Amazon But what said Warwicke to these iniuries Post He more incens'd against your Maiestie Then all the rest discharg'd me with these words Tell him from me that he hath done me wrong And therefore I le vncrowne him er 't be long King Ha durst the Traytor breath out so prowd words Well I will arme me being thus fore-warn'd They shall haue Warres and pay for their presumption But say is Warwicke friends with Margaret Post I gracious Soueraigne They are so link'd in friendship That yong Prince Edward marryes Warwicks Daughter Clarence Belike the elder Clarence will haue the younger Now Brother King farewell and sit you fast For I will hence to Warwickes other Daughter That though I want a Kingdome yet in Marriage I may not proue inferior to your selfe You that loue me and Warwicke follow me Exit Clarence and Somerset followes Rich. Not I My thoughts ayme at a further matter I stay not for the loue of Edward but the Crowne King Clarence and Somerset both gone to Warwicke Yet am I arm'd against the worst can happen And haste is needfull in this desp'rate case Pembrooke and Stafford you in our behalfe Goe leuie men and make prepare for Warre They are alreadie or quickly will be landed My selfe in person will straight follow you Exeunt Pembrooke and Stafford But ere I goe Hastings and Mountague Resolue my doubt you twaine of all the rest Are neere to Warwicke by bloud and by allyance Tell me if you loue Warwicke more then me If it be so then both depart to him I rather wish you foes then hollow friends But if you minde to hold your true obedience Giue me assurance with some friendly Vow That I may neuer haue you in suspect Mount So God helpe Mountague as hee proues true Hast. And Hastings as hee fauours Edwards cause King Now Brother Richard will you stand by vs Rich. I in despight of all that shall withstand you King Why so then am I sure of Victorie Now therefore let vs hence and lose no howre Till wee meet Warwicke with his forreine powre Exeunt Enter Warwicke and Oxford in England with French Souldiors Warw. Trust me my Lord all hitherto goes well The common people by numbers swarme to vs. Enter Clarence and Somerset But see where Somerset and Clarence comes Speake suddenly my Lords are wee all friends Clar. Feare not that my Lord. Warw. Then gentle Clarence welcome vnto Warwicke And welcome Somerset I hold it cowardize To rest mistrustfull where a Noble Heart Hath pawn'd an open Hand in signe of Loue Else might I thinke that Clarence Edwards Brother Were but a fained friend to our proceedings But welcome sweet Clarence my Daughter shall be thine And now what rests but in Nights Couerture Thy Brother being carelessely encamp'd His Souldiors lurking in the Towne about And but attended by a simple Guard Wee may surprize and take him at our pleasure Our Scouts haue found the aduenture very easie That as Vlysses and stout Diomede With sleight and manhood stole to Rhesus Tents And brought from thence the Thracian fatall Steeds So wee well couer'd with the Nights black Mantle At vnawares may beat downe Edwards Guard And seize himselfe I say not slaughter him For I intend but onely to surprize him You that will follow me to this attempt Applaud the Name of Henry with your Leader They all cry Henry Why then let 's on our way in silent sort For Warwicke and his friends God and Saint George Exeunt Enter three Watchmen to guard the Kings Tent. 1. Watch. Come on my Masters each man take his stand The King by this is set him downe to sleepe 2. Watch. What will he not to Bed 1. Watch. Why no for he hath made a solemne Vow Neuer to
stay Sir Iohn a while and wee 'le debate By what safe meanes the Crowne may be recouer'd Mount What talke you of debating in few words If you 'le not here proclaime your selfe our King I le leaue you to your fortune and be gone To keepe them back that come to succour you Why shall we fight if you pretend no Title Rich. Why Brother wherefore stand you on nice points Edw. When wee grow stronger Then wee 'le make our Clayme Till then 't is wisdome to conceale our meaning Hast Away with scrupulous Wit now Armes must rule Rich. And fearelesse minds clyme soonest vnto Crowns Brother we will proclaime you out of hand The bruit thereof will bring you many friends Edw. Then be it as you will for 't is my right And Henry but vsurpes the Diademe Mount I now my Soueraigne speaketh like himselfe And now will I be Edwards Champion Hast Sound Trumpet Edward shal be here proclaim'd Come fellow Souldior make thou proclamation Flourish Sound Soul Edward the Fourth by the Grace of God King of England and France and Lord of Ireland c. Mount And whosoe're gain sayes King Edwards right By this I challenge him to single fight Throwes downe his Gauntlet All. Long liue Edward the Fourth Edw. Thankes braue Mountgomery And thankes vnto you all If fortune serue me I le requite this kindnesse Now for this Night let 's harbor here in Yorke And when the Morning Sunne shall rayse his Carre Aboue the Border of this Horizon Wee 'le forward towards Warwicke and his Mates For well I wot that Henry is no Souldier Ah froward Clarence how euill it beseemes thee To flatter Henry and forsake thy Brother Yet as wee may wee 'le meet both thee and Warwicke Come on braue Souldiors doubt not of the Day And that once gotten doubt not of large Pay Exeunt Flourish Enter the King Warwicke Mountague Clarence Oxford and Somerset War What counsaile Lords Edward from Belgia With hastie Germanes and blunt Hollanders Hath pass'd in safetie through the Narrow Seas And with his troupes doth march amaine to London And many giddie people flock to him King Let 's leuie men and beat him backe againe Clar. A little fire is quickly trodden out Which being suffer'd Riuers cannot quench War In Warwickshire I haue true-hearted friends Not mutinous in peace yet bold in Warre Those will I muster vp and thou Sonne Clarence Shalt stirre vp in Suffolke Norfolke and in Kent The Knights and Gentlemen to come with thee Thou Brother Mountague in Buckingham Northampton and in Leicestershire shalt find Men well enclin'd to heare what thou command'st And thou braue Oxford wondrous well belou'd In Oxfordshire shalt muster vp thy friends My Soueraigne with the louing Citizens Like to his Iland gyrt in with the Ocean Or modest Dyan circled with her Nymphs Shall rest in London till we come to him Faire Lords take leaue and stand not to reply Farewell my Soueraigne King Farewell my Hector and my Troyes true hope Clar. In signe of truth I kisse your Highnesse Hand King Well-minded Clarence be thou fortunate Mount Comfort my Lord and so I take my leaue Oxf. And thus I seale my truth and bid adieu King Sweet Oxford and my louing Mountague And all at once once more a happy farewell War Farewell sweet Lords let 's meet at Couentry Exeunt King Here at the Pallace will I rest a while Cousin of Exeter what thinkes your Lordship Me thinkes the Power that Edward hath in field Should not be able to encounter mine Exet. The doubt is that he will seduce the rest King That 's not my feare my meed hath got me fame I haue not stopt mine eares to their demands Nor posted off their suites with slow delayes My pittie hath beene balme to heale their wounds My mildnesse hath allay'd their swelling griefes My mercie dry'd their water-flowing teares I haue not been desirous of their wealth Nor much opprest them with great Subsidies Nor forward of reuenge though they much err'd Then why should they loue Edward more then me No Exeter these Graces challenge Grace And when the Lyon fawnes vpon the Lambe The Lambe will neuer cease to follow him Shout within A Lancaster A Lancaster Exet. Hearke hearke my Lord what Shouts are these Enter Edward and his Souldiers Edw. Seize on the shamefac'd Henry beare him hence And once againe proclaime vs King of England You are the Founâ— that makes small Brookes to flow Now stops thy Spring my Sea shall suck them dry And swell so much the higher by their ebbe Hence with him to the Tower let him not speake Exit with King Henry And Lords towards Couentry bend we our course Where peremptorie Warwicke now remaines The Sunne shines hot and if we vse delay Cold biting Winter marres our hop'd-for Hay Rich. Away betimes before his forces ioyne And take the great-growne Traytor vnawares Braue Warriors march amaine towards Couentry Exeunt Enter Warwicke the Maior of Couentry two Messengers and others vpon the Walls War Where is the Post that came from valiant Oxford How farre hence is thy Lord mine honest fellow Mess 1. By this at Dunsmore marching hitherward War How farre off is our Brother Mountague Where is the Post that came from Mountague Mess 2. By this at Daintry with a puissant troope Enter Someruile War Say Someruile what sayes my louing Sonne And by thy guesse how nigh is Clarence now Someru At Southam I did leaue him with his forces And doe expect him here some two howres hence War Then Clarence is at hand I heare his Drumme Someru It is not his my Lord here Southam lyes The Drum your Honor heares marcheth from Warwicke War Who should that be belike vnlook'd for friends Someru They are at hand and you shall quickly know March Flourish Enter Edward Richard and Souldiers Edw. Goe Trumpet to the Walls and sound a Parle Rich. See how the surly Warwicke mans the Wall War Oh vnbid spight is sportfull Edward come Where slept our Scouts or how are they seduc'd That we could heare no newes of his repayre Edw. Now Warwicke wilt thou ope the Citie Gates Speake gentle words and humbly bend thy Knee Call Edward King and at his hands begge Mercy And he shall pardon thee these Outrages War Nay rather wilt thou draw thy forces hence Confesse who set thee vp and pluckt thee downe Call Warwicke Patron and be penitent And thou shalt still remaine the Duke of Yorke Rich. I thought at least he would haue said the King Or did he make the Ieast against his will War Is not a Dukedome Sir a goodly gift Rich. I by my faith for a poore Earle to giue I le doe thee seruice for so good a gift War 'T was I that gaue the Kingdome to thy Brother Edw. Why then 't is mine if but by Warwickes gift War Thou art no Atlas for so great a weight And Weakeling Warwicke takes his gift againe And Henry is my King Warwicke his
to a wofull Bed On me whose All not equals Edwards Moytie On me that halts and am mishapen thus My Dukedome to a Beggerly denier I do mistake my person all this while Vpon my life she findes although I cannot My selfe to be a maru'llous proper man I le be at Charges for a Looking-glasse And entertaine a score or two of Taylors To study fashions to adorne my body Since I am crept in fauour with my selfe I will maintaine it with some little cost But first I le turne you Fellow in his Graue And then returne lamenting to my Loue. Shine out faire Sunne till I haue bought a glasse That I may see my Shadow as I passe exit Scena Tertia Enter the Queene Mother Lord Riuers and Lord Gray Riu. Haue patience Madam ther 's no doubt his Maiesty Will soone recouer his accustom'd health Gray In that you brooke it ill it makes him worse Therefore for Gods sake entertaine good comfort And cheere his Grace with quicke and merry eyes Qu. If he were dead what would betide on me Gray No other harme but losse of such a Lord. Qu. The losse of such a Lord includes all harmes Gray The Heauens haue blest you with a goodly Son To be your Comforter when he is gone Qu. Ah! he is yong and his minority Is put vnto the trust of Richard Glouster A man that loues not me nor none of you Riu. Is it concluded he shall be Protector Qu. It is determin'd not concluded yet But so it must be if the King miscarry Enter Buckingham and Derby Gray Here comes the Lord of Buckingham Derby Buc. Good time of day vnto your Royall Grace Der. God make your Maiesty ioyful as you haue bin Qu. The Countesse Richmond good my L. of Derby To your good prayer will scarsely say Amen Yet Derby notwithstanding shee 's your wife And loues not me be you good Lord assur'd I hate not you for her proud arrogance Der. I do beseech you either not beleeue The enuious slanders of her false Accusers Or if she be accus'd on true report Beare with her weaknesse which I thinke proceeds From wayward sicknesse and no grounded malice Qu. Saw you the King to day my Lord of Derby Der. But now the Duke of Buckingham and I Are come from visiting his Maiesty Que. What likelyhood of his amendment Lords Buc. Madam good hope his Grace speaks chearfully Qu. God grant him health did you confer with him Buc. I Madam he desires to make attonement Betweene the Duke of Glouster and your Brothers And betweene them and my Lord Chamberlaine And sent to warne them to his Royall presence Qu. Would all were well but that will neuer be I feare our happinesse is at the height Enter Richard Rich. They do me wrong and I will not indure it Who is it that complaines vnto the King Thar I forsooth am sterne and loue them not By holy Paul they loue his Grace but lightly That fill his eares with such dissentious Rumors Because I cannot flatter and looke faire Smile in mens faces smooth deceiue and cogge Ducke with French nods and Apish curtesie I must be held a rancorous Enemy Cannot a plaine man liue and thinke no harme But thus his simple truth must be abus'd With silken slye insinuating Iackes Grey To who in all this presence speaks your Grace Rich. To thee that hast nor Honesty nor Grace When haue I iniur'd thee When done thee wrong Or thee or thee or any of your Faction A plague vpon you all His Royall Grace Whom God preserue better then you would wish Cannot be quiet scarse a breathing while But you must trouble him with lewd complaints Qu. Brother of Glouster you mistake the matter The King on his owne Royall disposition And not prouok'd by any Sutor else Ayming belike at your interiour hatred That in your outward action shewes it selfe Against my Children Brothers and my Selfe Makes him to send that he may learne the ground Rich. I cannot tell the world is growne so bad That Wrens make prey where Eagles dare not pearch Since euerie Iacke became a Gentleman There 's many a gentle person made a Iacke Qu. Come come we know your meaning Brother Gloster You enuy my aduancement and my friends God grant we neuer may haue neede of you Rich. Meane time God grants that I haue need of you Our Brother is imprison'd by your meanes My selfe disgrac'd and the Nobilitie Held in contempt while great Promotions Are daily giuen to ennoble those That scarse some two dayes since were worth a Noble Qu. By him that rais'd me to this carefull height From that contented hap which I inioy'd I neuer did incense his Maiestie Against the Duke of Clarence but haue bin An earnest aduocate to plead for him My Lord you do me shamefull iniurie Falsely to draw me in these vile suspects Rich You may deny that you were not the meane Of my Lord Hastings late imprisonment Riu. She may my Lord for Rich. She may Lord Riuers why who knowes not so She may do more sir then denying that She may helpe you to many faire preferments And then deny her ayding hand therein And lay those Honors on your high desert What may she not she may I marry may she Riu. What marry may she Ric. What marrie may she Marrie with a King A Batcheller and a handsome stripling too I wis your Grandam had a worser match Qu. My Lord of Glouster I haue too long borne Your blunt vpbraidings and your bitter scoffes By heauen I will acquaint his Maiestie Of those grosse taunts that oft I haue endur'd I had rather be a Countrie seruant maide Then a great Queene with this condition To be so baited scorn'd and stormed at Small ioy haue I in being Englands Queene Enter old Queene Margaret Mar. And lesned be that small God I beseech him Thy honor state and seate is due to me Rich. What threat you me with telling of the King I will auouch't in presence of the King I dare aduenture to be sent to th' Towre 'T is time to speake My paines are quite forgot Margaret Out Diuell I do remember them too well Thou killd'st my Husband Henrie in the Tower And Edward my poore Son at Tewkesburie Rich. Ere you were Queene I or your Husband King I was a packe-horse in his great affaires A weeder out of his proud Aduersaries A liberall rewarder of his Friends To royalize his blood I spent mine owne Margaret I and much better blood Then his or thine Rich. In all which time you and your Husband Grey Were factious for the House of Lancaster And Riuers so were you Was not your Husband In Margarets Battaile at Saint Albons slaine Let me put in your mindes if you forget What you haue beene ere this and what you are Withall what I haue beene and what I am Q.M. A murth'rous Villaine and so still thou art Rich. Poore Clarence did forsake his Father Warwicke I and forswore himselfe
which Iesu pardon Q.M. Which God reuenge Rich. To fight on Edwards partie for the Crowne And for his meede poore Lord he is mewed vp I would to God my heart were Flint like Edwards Or Edwards soft and pittifull like mine I am too childish foolish for this World Q.M. High thee to Hell for shame leaue this World Thou Cacodemon there thy Kingdome is Riu. My Lord of Gloster in those busie dayes Which here you vrge to proue vs Enemies We follow'd then our Lord our Soueraigne King So should we you if you should be our King Rich. If I should be I had rather be a Pedler Farre be it from my heart the thought thereof Qu. As little ioy my Lord as you suppose You should enioy were you this Countries King As little ioy you may suppose in me That I enioy being the Queene thereof Q.M. A little ioy enioyes the Queene thereof For I am shee and altogether ioylesse I can no longer hold me patient Heare me you wrangling Pyrates that fall out In sharing that which you haue pill'd from me Which off you trembles not that lookes on me If not that I am Queene you bow like Subiects Yet that by you depos'd you quake like Rebells Ah gentle Villaine doe not turne away Rich. Foule wrinckled Witch what mak'st thou in my sight Q.M. But repetition of what thou hast marr'd That will I make before I let thee goe Rich. Wert thou not banished on paine of death Q.M. I was but I doe find more paine in banishment Then death can yeeld me here by my abode A Husband and a Sonne thou ow'st to me And thou a Kingdome all of you allegeance This Sorrow that I haue by right is yours And all the Pleasures you vsurpe are mine Rich. The Curse my Noble Father layd on thee When thou didst Crown his Warlike Brows with Paper And with thy scornes drew'st Riuers from his eyes And then to dry them gan'st the Duke a Clowt Steep'd in the faultlesse blood of prettie Rutland His Curses then from bitternesse of Soule Denounc'd against thee are all falne vpon thee And God not we hath plagu'd thy bloody deed Qu. So iust is God to right the innocent Hast O 't was the foulest deed to slay that Babe And the most mercilesse that ere was heard of Riu. Tyrants themselues wept when it was reported Dors No man but prophecied reuenge for it Buck. Northumberland then present wept to see it Q.M. What were you snarling all before I came Ready to catch each other by the throat And turne you all your hatred now on me Did Yorkes dread Curse preuaile so much with Heauen That Henries death my louely Edwards death Their Kingdomes losse my wofull Banishment Should all but answer for that peeuish Brat Can Curses pierce the Clouds and enter Heauen Why then giue way dull Clouds to my quick Curses Though not by Warre by Surfet dye your King As ours by Murther to make him a King Edward thy Sonne that now is Prince of Wales For Edward our Sonne that was Prince of Wales Dye in his youth by like vntimely violence Thy selfe a Queene for me that was a Queene Out-liue thy glory like my wretched selfe Long may'st thou liue to wayle thy Childrens death And see another as I see thee now Deck'd in thy Rights as thou art stall'd in mine Long dye thy happie dayes before thy death And after many length'ned howres of griefe Dye neyther Mother Wife nor Englands Queene Riuers and Dorset you were standers by And so wast thou Lord Hastings when my Sonne Was stab'd with bloody Daggers God I pray him That none of you may liue his naturall age But by some vnlook'd accident cut off Rich. Haue done thy Charme y u hateful wither'd Hagge Q.M. And leaue out thee stay Dog for y u shalt heare me If Heauen haue any grieuous plague in store Exceeding those that I can wish vpon thee O let them keepe it till thy sinnes be ripe And then hurle downe their indignation On thee the troubler of the poore Worlds peace The Worme of Conscience still begnaw thy Soule Thy Friends suspect for Traytors while thou liu'st And take deepe Traytors for thy dearest Friends No sleepe close vp that deadly Eye of thine Vnlesse it be while some tormenting Dreame Affrights thee with a Hell of ougly Deuills Thou eluish mark'd abortiue rooting Hogge Thou that wast seal'd in thy Natiuitie The slaue of Nature and the Sonne of Hell Thou slander of thy heauie Mothers Wombe Thou loathed Issue of thy Fathers Loynes Thou Ragge of Honor thou detested Rich. Margaret Q.M. Richard Rich. Ha. Q.M. I call thee not Rich. I cry thee mercie then for I did thinke That thou hadst call'd me all these bitter names Q.M. Why so I did but look'd for no reply Oh let me make the Period to my Curse Rich. 'T is done by me and ends in Margaret Qu. Thus haue you breath'd your Curse against your self Q.M. Poore painted Queen vain flourish of my fortune Why strew'st thou Sugar on that Bottel'd Spider Whose deadly Web ensnareth thee about Foole foole thou whet'st a Knife to kill thy selfe The day will come that thou shalt wish for me To helpe thee curse this poysonous Bunch-backt Toade Hast False boding Woman end thy frantick Curse Least to thy harme thou moue our patience Q.M. Foule shame vpon you you haue all mou'd mine Ri. Were you wel seru'd you would be taught your duty Q. M To serue me well you all should do me duty Teach me to be your Queene and you my Subiects O serue me well and teach your selues that duty Dors Dispute not with her shee is lunaticke Q.M. Peace Master Marquesse you are malapert Your fire-new stampe of Honor is scarce currant O that your yong Nobility could iudge What 't were to lose it and be miserable They that stand high haue many blasts to shake them And if they fall they dash themselues to peeces Rich. Good counsaile marry learne it learne it Marquesse Dor. It touches you my Lord as much as me Rich. I and much more but I was borne so high Our ayerie buildeth in the Cedars top And dallies with the winde and scornes the Sunne Mar. And turnes the Sun to shade alas alas Witnesse my Sonne now in the shade of death Whose bright out-shining beames thy cloudy wrath Hath in eternall darknesse folded vp Your ayery buildeth in our ayeries Nest O God that seest it do not suffer it As it is wonne with blood lost be it so Buc. Peace peace for shame If not for Charity Mar. Vrge neither charity nor shame to me Vncharitably with me haue you dealt And shamefully my hopes by you are butcher'd My Charity is outrage Life my shame And in that shame still liue my sorrowes rage Buc. Haue done haue done Mar. O Princely Buckingham I le kisse thy hand In signe of League and amity with thee Now faire befall thee and thy Noble house Thy Garments are not spotted with our
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
the Duke of Norfolke King Haue I a tongue to doome my Brothers death And shall that tongue giue pardon to a slaue My Brother kill'd no man his fault was Thought And yet his punishment was bitter death Who sued to me for him Who in my wrath Kneel'd and my feet and bid me be aduis'd Who spoke of Brother-hood who spoke of loue Who told me how the poore soule did forsake The mighty Warwicke and did fight for me Who told me in the field at Tewkesbury When Oxford had me downe he rescued me And said deare Brother liue and be a King Who told me when we both lay in the Field Frozen almost to death how he did lap me Euen in his Garments and did giue himselfe All thin and naked to the numbe cold night All this from my Remembrance brutish wrath Sinfully pluckt and not a man of you Had so much grace to put it in my minde But when your Carters or your wayting Vassalls Haue done a drunken Slaughter and defac'd The precious Image of our deere Redeemer You straight are on your knees for Pardon pardon And I vniustly too must grant it you But for my Brother not a man would speake Nor I vngracious speake vnto my selfe For him poore Soule The proudest of you all Haue bin beholding to him in his life Yet none of you would once begge for his life O God! I feare thy iustice will take hold On me and you and mine and yours for this Come Hastings helpe me to my Closset Ah poore Clarence Exeunt some with K. Queen Rich. This is the fruits of rashnes Markt you not How that the guilty Kindred of the Queene Look'd pale when they did heare of Clarence death O! they did vrge it still vnto the King God will reuenge it Come Lords will you go To comfort Edward with our company Buc. We wait vpon your Grace exeunt Scena Secunda Enter the old Dutchesse of Yorke with the two children of Clarence Edw. Good Grandam tell vs is our Father dead Dutch No Boy Daugh. Why do weepe so oft And beate your Brest And cry O Clarence my vnhappy Sonne Boy Why do you looke on vs and shake your head And call vs Orphans Wretches Castawayes If that our Noble Father were aliue Dut. My pretty Cosins you mistake me both I do lament the sicknesse of the King As loath to lose him not your Fathers death It were lost sorrow to waile one that 's lost Boy Then you conclude my Grandam he is dead The King mine Vnckle is too blame for it God will reuenge it whom I will importune With earnest prayers all to that effect Daugh. And so will I. Dut. Peace children peace the King doth loue you wel Incapeable and shallow Innocents You cannot guesse who caus'd your Fathers death Boy Grandam we can for my good Vnkle Gloster Told me the King prouok'd to it by the Queene Deuis'd impeachments to imprison him And when my Vnckle told me so he wept And pittied me and kindly kist my cheeke Bad me rely on him as on my Father And he would loue me deerely as a childe Dut. Ah! that Deceit should steale such gentle shape And with a vertuous Vizor hide deepe vice He is my sonne I and therein my shame Yet from my dugges he drew not this deceit Boy Thinke you my Vnkle did dissemble Grandam Dut. I Boy Boy I cannot thinke it Hearke what noise is this Enter the Queene with her haire about her ears Riuers Dorset after her Qu. Ah! who shall hinder me to waile and weepe To chide my Fortune and torment my Selfe I le ioyne with blacke dispaire against my Soule And to my selfe become an enemie Dut. What meanes this Scene of rude impatience Qu. To make an act of Tragicke violence Edward my Lord thy Sonne our King is dead Why grow the Branches when the Roote is gone Why wither not the leaues that want their sap If you will liue Lament if dye be breefe That our swift-winged Soules may catch the Kings Or like obedient Subiects follow him To his new Kingdome of nere-changing night Dut. Ah so much interest haue in thy sorrow As I had Title in thy Noble Husband I haue be wept a worthy Husbands death And liu'd with looking on his Images But now two Mirrors of his Princely semblance Are crack'd in pieces by malignant death And I for comfort haue but one false Glasse That greeues me when I see my shame in him Thou art a Widdow yet thou art a Mother And hast the comfort of thy Children left But death hath snatch'd my Husband from mine Armes And pluckt two Crutches from my feeble hands Clarence and Edward O what cause haue I Thine being but a moity of my moane To ouer-go thy woes and drowne thy cries Boy Ah Aunt you wept not for our Fathers death How can we ayde you with our Kindred teares Daugh. Our fatherlesse distresse was left vnmoan'd Your widdow-dolour likewise be vnwept Qu. Giue me no helpe in Lamentation I am not barren to bring forth complaints All Springs reduce their currents to mine eyes That I being gouern'd by the waterie Moone May send forth plenteous teares to drowne the World Ah for my Husband for my deere Lord Edward Chil. Ah for our Father for our deere Lord Clarence Dut. Alas for both both mine Edward and Clarence Qu. What stay had I but Edward and hee 's gone Chil. What stay had we but Clarence and he 's gone Dut. What stayes had I but they and they are gone Qu. Was neuer widdow had so deere a losse Chil. Were neuer Orphans had so deere a losse Dut. Was neuer Mother had so deere a losse Alas I am the Mother of these Greefes Their woes are parcell'd mine is generall She for an Edward weepes and so do I I for a Clarence weepes so doth not shee These Babes for Clarence weepe so do not they Alas you three on me threefold distrest Power all your teares I am your sorrowes Nurse And I will pamper it with Lamentation Dor. Comfort deere Mother God is much displeas'd That you take with vnthankfulnesse his doing In common worldly things 't is call'd vngratefull With dull vnwillingnesse to repay a debt Which with a bounteous hand was kindly lent Much more to be thus opposite with heauen For it requires the Royall debt it lent you Riuers Madam bethinke you like a carefull Mother Of the young Prince your sonne send straight for him Let him be Crown'd in him your comfort liues Drowne desperate sorrow in dead Edwards graue And plant your ioyes in liuing Edwards Throne Enter Richard Buckingham Derbie Hastings and Ratcliffe Rich. Sister haue comfort all of vs haue cause To waile the dimming of our shining Starre But none can helpe our harmes by wayling them Madam my Mother I do cry you mercie I did not see your Grace Humbly on my knee I craue your Blessing Dut. God blesse thee and put meeknes in thy breast Loue Charity Obedience and
Noble I le doth want his proper Limmes His Face defac'd with skarres of Infamie His Royall Stock grafft with ignoble Plants And almost shouldred in the swallowing Gulfe Of darke Forgetfulnesse and deepe Obliuion Which to recure we heartily solicite Your gracious selfe to take on you the charge And Kingly Gouernment of this your Land Not as Protector Steward Substitute Or lowly Factor for anothers gaine But as successiuely from Blood to Blood Your Right of Birth your Empyrie your owne For this consorted with the Citizens Your very Worshipfull and louing friends And by their vehement instigation In this iust Cause come I to moue your Grace Rich. I cannot tell if to depart in silence Or bitterly to speake in your reproofe Best fitteth my Degree or your Condition If not to answer you might haply thinke Tongue-ty'd Ambition not replying yeelded To beare the Golden Yoake of Soueraigntie Which fondly you would here impose on me If to reproue you for this suit of yours So season'd with your faithfull loue to me Then on the other side I check'd my friends Therefore to speake and to auoid the first And then in speaking not to incurre the last Definitiuely thus I answer you Your loue deserues my thankes but my desert Vnmeritable shunnes your high request First if all Obstacles were cut away And that my Path were euen to the Crowne As the ripe Reuenue and due of Birth Yet so much is my pouertie of spirit So mightie and so manie my defects That I would rather hide me from my Greatnesse Being a Barke to brooke no mightie Sea Then in my Greatnesse couet to be hid And in the vapour of my Glory smother'd But God be thank'd there is no need of me And much I need to helpe you were there need The Royall Tree hath left vs Royall Fruit Which mellow'd by the stealing howres of time Will well become the Seat of Maiestie And make no doubt vs happy by his Reigne On him I lay that you would lay on me The Right and Fortune of his happie Starres Which God defend that I should wring from him Buck. My Lord this argues Conscience in your Grace But the respects thereof are nice and triuiall All circumstances well considered You say that Edward is your Brothers Sonne So say we too but not by Edwards Wife For first was be contract to Lady Lucie Your Mother liues a Witnesse to his Vow And afterward by substitute betroth'd To Bona Sister to the King of France These both put off a poore Petitioner A Care-cras'd Mother to a many Sonnes A Beautie-waining and distressed Widow Euen in the after-noone of her best dayes Made prize and purchase of his wanton Eye Seduc'd the pitch and height of his degree To base declension and loath'd Bigamie By her in his vnlawfull Bed he got This Edward whom our Manners call the Prince More bitterly could I expostulate Saue that for reuerence to some aliue I giue a sparing limit to my Tongue Then good my Lord take to your Royall selfe This proffer'd benefit of Dignitie If not to blesse vs and the Land withall Yet to draw forth your Noble Ancestrie From the corruption of abusing times Vnto a Lineall true deriued course Maior Do good my Lord your Citizens entreat you Buck. Refuse not mightie Lord this proffer'd loue Catesb O make them ioyfull grant their lawfull suit Rich. Alas why would you heape this Care on me I am vnfit for State and Maiestie I doe beseech you take it not amisse I cannot nor I will not yeeld to you Buck If you refuse it as in loue and zeale Loth to depose the Child your Brothers Sonne As well we know your tendernesse of heart And gentle kinde effeminate remorse Which we haue noted in you to your Kindred And egally indeede to all Estates Yet know where you accept our suit or no Your Brothers Sonne shall neuer reigne our King But we will plant some other in the Throne To the disgrace and downe-fall of your House And in this resolution here we leaue you Come Citizens we will entreat no more Exeunt Catesb Call him againe sweet Prince accept their suit If you denie them all the Land will rue it Rich. Will you enforce me to a world of Cares Call them againe I am not made of Stones But penetrable to your kinde entreaties Albeit against my Conscience and my Soule Enter Buckingham and the rest Cousin of Buckingham and sage graue men Since you will buckle fortune on my back To beare her burthen where I will or no. I must haue patience to endure the Load But if black Scandall or foule-fac'd Reproach Attend the sequell of your Imposition Your meere enforcement shall acquittance me From all the impure blots and staynes thereof For God doth know and you may partly see How farre I am from the desire of this Maior God blesse your Grace wee see it and will say it Rich. In saying so you shall but say the truth Buck. Then I salute you with this Royall Title Long liue King Richard Englands worthie King All. Amen Buck. To morrow may it please you to be Crown'd Rich. Euen when you please for you will haue it so Buck. To morrow then we will attend your Grace And so most ioyfully we take our leaue Rich. Come let vs to our holy Worke againe Farewell my Cousins farewell gentle friends Exeunt Actus Quartus Scena Prima Enter the Queene Anne Duchesse of Gloucester the Duchesse of Yorke and Marquesse Dorset Duch. Yorke Who meetes vs heere My Neece Plantagenet Led in the hand of her kind Aunt of Gloster Now for my Life shee 's wandring to the Tower On pure hearts loue to greet the tender Prince Daughter well met Anne God giue your Graces both a happie And a ioyfull time of day Qu. As much to you good Sister whither away Anne No farther then the Tower and as I guesse Vpon the like deuotion as your selues To gratulate the gentle Princes there Qu. Kind Sister thankes wee 'le enter all together Enter the Lieutenant And in good time here the Lieutenant comes Master Lieutenant pray you by your leaue How doth the Prince and my young Sonne of Yorke Lieu. Right well deare Madame by your patience I may not suffer you to visit them The King hath strictly charg'd the contrary Qu. The King who 's that Lieu. I meane the Lord Protector Qu. The Lord protect him from that Kingly Title Hath he set bounds betweene their loue and me I am their Mother who shall barre me from them Duch. Yorke I am their Fathers Mother I will see them Anne Their Aunt I am in law in loue their Mother Then bring me to their sights I le beare thy blame And take thy Office from thee on my perill Lieu. No Madame no I may not leaue it so I am bound by Oath and therefore pardon me Exit Lieutenant Enter Stanley Stanley Let me but meet you Ladies one howre hence And I le salute your Grace of
to come to them And soone I le rid you from the feare of them Rich. Thou sing'st sweet Musique Hearke come hither Tyrrel Goe by this token rise and lend thine Eare Whispers There is no more but so say it is done And I will loue thee and preferre thee for it Tyr. I will dispatch it straight Exit Enter Buckingham Buck. My Lord I haue consider'd in my minde The late request that you did sound me in Rich. Well let that rest Dorset is fled to Richmond Buck. I heare the newes my Lord. Rich. Stanley hee is your Wiues Sonne well looke vnto it Buck. My Lord I clayme the gift my due by promise For which your Honor and your Faith is pawn'd Th' Earledome of Hertford and the moueables Which you haue promised I shall possesse Rich. Stanley looke to your Wife if she conuey Letters to Richmond you shall answer it Buck. What sayes your Highnesse to my iust request Rich. I doe remember me Henry the Sixt Did prophecie that Richmond should be King When Richmond was a little peeuish Boy A King perhaps Buck. May it please you to resolue me in my suit Rich. Thou troublest me I am not in the vaine Exit Buck. And is it thus repayes he my deepe seruice With such contempt made I him King for this O let me thinke on Hastings and be gone To Brecnock while my fearefull Head is on Exit Enter Tyrrel Tyr. The tyrannous and bloodie Act is done The most arch deed of pittious massacre That euer yet this Land was guilty of Dighton and Forrest who I did suborne To do this peece of ruthfull Butchery Albeit they were flesht Villaines bloody Dogges Melted with tendernesse and milde compassion Wept like to Children in their deaths sad Story O thus quoth Dighton lay the gentle Babes Thus thus quoth Forrest girdling one another Within their Alablaster innocent Armes Their lips were foure red Roses on a stalke And in their Summer Beauty kist each other A Booke of Prayers on their pillow lay Which one quoth Forrest almost chang'd my minde But oh the Diuell there the Villaine stopt When Dighton thus told on we smothered The most replenished sweet worke of Nature That from the prime Creation ere she framed Hence both are gone with Conscience and Remorse They could not speake and so I left them both To beare this tydings to the bloody King Enter Richard And heere he comes All health my Soueraigne Lord. Ric. Kinde Tirrell am I happy in thy Newes Tir. If to haue done the thing you gaue in charge Be get your happinesse be happy then For it is done Rich. But did'st thou see them dead Tir. I did my Lord. Rich. And buried gentle Tirrell Tir. The Chaplaine of the Tower hath buried them But where to say the truth I do not know Rich. Come to me Tirrel soone and after Supper When thou shalt tell the processe of their death Meane time but thinke how I may do the good And be inheritor of thy desire Farewell till then Tir. I humbly take my leaue Rich. The Sonne of Clarence haue I pent vp close His daughter meanly haue I matcht in marriage The Sonnes of Edward sleepe in Abrahams bosome And Anne my wife hath bid this world good night Now for I know the Britaine Richmond aymes At yong Elizabeth my brothers daughter And by that knot lookes proudly on the Crowne To her go I a iolly thriuing wooer Enter Ratcliffe Rat. My Lord. Rich. Good or bad newes that thou com'st in so bluntly Rat. Bad news my Lord Mourton is fled to Richmond And Buckingham backt with the hardy Welshmen Is in the field and still his power encreaseth Rich. Ely with Richmond troubles me more neere Then Buckingham and his rash leuied Strength Come I haue learn'd that fearfull commenting Is leaden seruitor to dull delay Delay leds impotent and Snaile-pac'd Beggery Then fierie expedition be my wing Ioues Mercury and Herald for a King Go muster men My counsaile is my Sheeld We must be breefe when Traitors braue the Field Exeunt Scena Tertia Enter old Queene Margaret Mar. So now prosperity begins to mellow And drop into the rotten mouth of death Heere in these Confines slily haue I lurkt To watch the waining of mine enemies A dire induction am I witnesse to And will to France hoping the consequence Will proue as bitter blacke and Tragicall Withdraw thee wretched Margaret who comes heere Enter Dutchesse and Queene Qu. Ah my poore Princes ah my tender Babes My vnblowed Flowres new appearing sweets If yet your gentle soules flye in the Ayre And be not fixt in doome perpetuall Houer about me with your ayery wings And heare your mothers Lamentation Mar. Houer about her say that right for right Hath dim'd your Infant morne to Aged night Dut. So many miseries haue craz'd my voyce That my woe-wearied tongue is still and mute Edward Plantagenet why art thou dead Mar. Plantagenet doth quit Plantagenet Edward for Edward payes a dying debt Qu. Wilt thou O God flye from such gentle Lambs And throw them in the intrailes of the Wolfe When didst thou sleepe when such a deed was done Mar. When holy Harry dyed and my sweet Sonne Dut. Dead life blind sight poore mortall liuing ghost Woes Scene Worlds shame Graues due by life vsurpt Breefe abstract and record of tedious dayes Rest thy vnrest on Englands lawfull earth Vnlawfully made drunke with innocent blood Qu. Ah that thou would'st assoone affoord a Graue As thou canst yeeld a melancholly seare Then would I hide my bones not rest them heere Ah who hath any cause to mourne but wee Mar. If ancient sorrow be most reuerent Giue mine the benefit of signeurie And let my greefes frowne on the vpper hand If sorrow can admit Society I had an Edward till a Richard kill'd him I had a Husband till a Richard kill'd him Thou had'st an Edward till a Richard kill'd him Thou had'st a Richard till a Richard kill'd him Dut. I had a Richard too and thou did'st kill him I had a Rutland too thou hop'st to kill him Mar. Thou had'st a Clarence too And Richard kill'd him From forth the kennell of thy wombe hath crept A Hell-hound that doth hunt vs all to death That Dogge that had his teeth before his eyes To worâ—y Lambes and lap their gentle blood That foule defacer of Gods handy worke That reignes in gauled eyes of weeping soules That excellent grand Tyrant of the earth Thy wombe let loose to chase vs to our graues O vpright iust and true-disposing God How do I thanke thee that this carnall Curre Prayes on the issue of his Mothers body And makes her Pue-fellow with others mone Dut. Oh Harries wife triumph not in my woes God witnesse with me I haue wept for thine Mar. Beare with me I am hungry for reuenge And now I cloy me with beholding it Thy Edward he is dead that kill'd my Edward The other Edward dead to quit my Edward Yong Yorke he is but
boote because both they Matcht not the high perfection of my losse Thy Clarence he is dead that stab'd my Edward And the beholders of this franticke play Th' adulterate Hastings Riuers Vaughan Gray Vntimely smother'd in their dusky Graues Richard yet liues Hels blacke Intelligencer Onely reseru'd their Factor to buy soules And send them thither But at hand at hand Insues his pittious and vnpittied end Earth gapes Hell burnes Fiends roare Saints pray To haue him sodainly conuey'd from hence Cancell his bond of life deere God I pray That I may liue and say The Dogge is dead Qu. O thou did'st prophesie the time would come That I should wish for thee to helpe me curse That bottel'd Spider that foule bunch-back'd Toad Mar. I call'd thee then vaine flourish of my fortune I call'd thee then poore Shadow painted Queen The presentation of but what I was The flattering Index of a direfull Pageant One heau'd a high to be hurl'd downe below A Mother onely mockt with two faire Babes A dreame of what thou wast a garish Flagge To be the ayme of euery dangerous Shot A signe of Dignity a Breath a Bubble A Queene in ieast onely to fill the Scene Where is thy Husband now Where be thy Brothers Where be thy two Sonnes Wherein dost thou Ioy Who sues and kneeles and sayes God saue the Queene Where be the bending Peeres that flattered thee Where be the thronging Troopes that followed thee Decline all this and see what now thou art For happy Wife a most distressed Widdow For ioyfull Mother one that wailes the name For one being sued too one that humbly sues For Queene a very Caytiffe crown'd with care For she that scorn'd at me now scorn'd of me For she being feared of all now fearing one For she commanding all obey'd of none Thus hath the course of Iustice whirl'd about And left thee but a very prey to time Hauing no more but Thought of what thou wast To torture thee the more being what thou art Thou didst vsurpe my place and dost thou not Vsurpe the iust proportion of my Sorrow Now thy proud Necke beares halfe my burthen'd yoke From which euen heere I slip my wearied head And leaue the burthen of it all on thee Farwell Yorkes wife and Queene of sad mischance These English woes shall make me smile in France Qu. O thou well skill'd in Curses stay a-while And teach me how to curse mine enemies Mar. Forbeare to sleepe the night and fast the day Compare dead happinesse with liuing woe Thinke that thy Babes were sweeter then they were And he that slew them fowler then he is Bett'ring thy losse makes the bad causer worse Reuoluing this will teach thee how to Curse Qu. My words are dull O quicken them with thine Mar. Thy woes will make them sharpe And pierce like mine Exit Margaret Dut. Why should calamity be full of words Qu. Windy Atturnies to their Clients Woes Ayery succeeders of intestine ioyes Poore breathing Orators of miseries Let them haue scope though what they will impart Helpe nothing els yet do they ease the hart Dut. If so then be not Tongue-ty'd go with me And in the breath of bitter words let 's smother My damned Son that thy two sweet Sonnes smother'd The Trumpet sounds be copious in exclaimes Enter King Richard and his Traine Rich. Who intercepts me in my Expedition Dut. O she that might haue intercepted thee By strangling thee in her accursed wombe From all the slaughters Wretch that thou hast done Qu. Hid'st thou that Forhead with a Golden Crowne Where 't should be branded if that right were right The slaughter of the Prince that ow'd that Crowne And the dyre death of my poore Sonnes and Brothers Tell me thou Villaine-flaue where are my Children Dut. Thou Toad thou Toade Where is thy Brother Clarence And little Ned Plantagenet his Sonne Qu. Where is the gentle Riuers Vaughan Gray Dut. Where is kinde Hastings Rich. A flourish Trumpets strike Alarum Drummes Let not the Heauens heare these Tell-tale women Raile on the Lords Annointed Strike I say Flourish Alarums Either be patient and intreat me fayre Or with the clamorous report of Warre Thus will I drowne your exclamations Dut. Art thou my Sonne Rich. I I thanke God my Father and your selfe Dut. Then patiently heare my impatience Rich. Madam I haue a touch of your condition That cannot brooke the accent of reproofe Dut. O let me speake Rich. Do then but I le not heare Dut I will be milde and gentle in my words Rich. And breefe good Mother for I am in hast Dut. Art thou so hasty I haue staid for thee God knowes in torment and in agony Rich. And came I not at last to comfort you Dut. No by the holy Rood thou know'st it well Thou cam'st on earth to make the earth my Hell A greeuous burthen was thy Birth to me Tetchy and wayward was thy Infancie Thy School-daies frightfull desp'rate wilde and furious Thy prime of Manhood daring bold and venturous Thy Age confirm'd proud subtle slye and bloody More milde but yet more harmfull Kinde in hatred What comfortable houre canst thou name That euer grac'd me with thy company Rich. Faith none but Humfrey Hower That call'd your Grace To Breakefast once forth of my company If I be so disgracious in your eye Let me march on and not offend you Madam Strike vp the Drumme Dut. I prythee heare me speake Rich. You speake too bitterly Dut. Heare me a word For I shall neuer speake to thee againe Rich. So. Dut. Either thou wilt dye by Gods iust ordinance Ere from this warre thou turne a Conqueror Or I with greefe and extreame Age shall perish And neuer more behold thy face againe Therefore take with thee my most greeuous Curse Which in the day of Battell tyre thee more Then all the compleat Armour that thou wear'st My Prayers on the aduerse party fight And there the little soules of Edwards Children Whisper the Spirits of thine Enemies And promise them Successe and Victory Bloody thou art bloody will be thy end Shame serues thy life and doth thy death attend Exit Qu. Though far more cause yet much lesse spirit to curse Abides in me I say Amen to her Rich. Stay Madam I must talke a word with you Qu. I haue no more sonnes of the Royall Blood For thee to slaughter For my Daughters Richard They shall be praying Nunnes not weeping Queenes And therefore leuell not to hit their liues Rich. You haue a daughter call'd Elizabeth Vertuous and Faire Royall and Gracious Qu. And must she dye for this O let her liue And I le corrupt her Manners staine her Beauty Slander my Selfe as false to Edwards bed Throw ouer her the vaile of Infamy So she may liue vnscarr'd of bleeding slaughter I will confesse she was not Edwards daughter Rich. Wrong not her Byrth she is a Royall Princesse Qu. To saue her life I le say she is not so Rich. Her life is
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
weary of their liues Who but for dreaming on this fond exploit For want of meanes poore Rats had hang'd themselues If we be conquered let men conquer vs And not these bastard Britaines whom our Fathers Haue in their owne Land beaten bobb'd and thump'd And on Record left them the heires of shame Shall these enioy our Lands lye with our Wiues Rauish our daughters Drum afarre off Hearke I heare their Drumme Right Gentlemen of England fight boldly yeomen Draw Archers draw your Arrowes to the head Spurre your proud Horses hard and â—ide in blood Amaze the welkin with your broken staues Enter a Messenger What sayes Lord Stanley will he bring his power Mes My Lord he doth deny to come King Off with his sonne Georges head Nor. My Lord the Enemy is past the Marsâ— After the battaile let George Stanley dye King A thousand hearts are great within my bosom Aduance our Standards set vpon our Foes Our Ancient word of Courage faire S. George Inspire vs with the spleene of fiery Dragons Vpon them Victorie sits on our helpes Alarum excursions Enter Catesby Cat. Rescue my Lord of Norfolke Rescue Rescue The King enacts more wonders then a man Daring an opposite to euery danger His horse is slaine and all on foot he fights Seeking for Richmond in the throat of death Rescue faire Lord or else the day is lost Alarums Enter Richard Rich. A Horse a Horse my Kingdome for a Horse Cates. Withdraw my Lord I le helpe you to a Horse Rich. Slaue I haue set my life vpon a cast And I will stand the hazard of the Dye I thinke there be sixe Richmonds in the field Fiue haue I slaine to day in stead of him A Horse a Horse my Kingdome for a Horse Alarum Enter Richard and Richmond they fight Richard is slaine Retreat and Flourish Enter Richmond Derby bearing the Crowne with diuers other Lords Richm. God and your Armes Be prais'd Victorious Friends The day is ours the bloudy Dogge is dead Der. Couragious Richmond Well hast thou acquit thee Loe Heere these long vsurped Royalties From the dead Temples of this bloudy Wretch Haue I pluck'd off to grace thy Browes withall Weare it and make much of it Richm. Great God of Heauen say Amen to all But tell me is yong George Stanley liuing Der. He is my Lord and safe in Leicester Towne Whither if you please we may withdraw vs. Richm. What men of name are slaine on either side Der. Iohn Duke of Norfolke Walter Lord Ferris Sir Robert Brokenbury and Sir William Brandon Richm. Interre their Bodies as become their Births Proclaime a pardon to the Soldiers fled That in submission will returne to vs And then as we haue tane the Sacrament We will vnite the White Rose and the Red. Smile Heauen vpon this faire Coniunction That long haue frown'd vpon their Enmity What Traitor heares me and sayes not Amen England hath long beene mad and scarr'd her selfe The Brother blindely shed the Brothers blood The Father rashly slaughtered his owne Sonne The Sonne compell'd beene Butcher to the Sire All this diuided Yorke and Lancaster Diuided in their dire Diuision O now let Richmond and Elizabeth The true Succeeders of each Royall House By Gods faire ordinance conioyne together And let thy Heires God if thy will be so Enrich the time to come with Smooth-fac'd Peace With smiling Plenty and faire Prosperous dayes Abate the edge of Traitors Gracious Lord That would reduce these bloudy dayes againe And make poore England weepe in Streames of Blood Let them not liue to taste this Lands increase That would with Treason wound this faire Lands peace Now Ciuill wounds are stopp'd Peace liues agen That she may long liue heere God say Amen Exeunt FINIS The Famous History of the Life of King HENRY the Eight THE PROLOGVE I Come no more to make you laugh Things now That beare a Weighty and a Serious Brow Sad high and working full of State and Woe Such Noble Scoenes as draw the Eye to flow We now present Those that can Pitty heere May if they thinke it well let fall a Teare The Subiect will deserue it Such as giue Their Money out of hope they may beleeue May heere finde Truth too Those that come to see Onely a show or two and so agree The Play may passe If they be still and willing I le vndertake may see away their shilling Richly in two short houres Onely they That come to heare a Merry Bawdy Play A noyse of Targets Or to see a Fellow In a long Motley Coate garded with Yellow Will be deceyu'd For gentle Hearers know To ranke our chosen Truth with such a show As Foole and Fight is beside forfeâ—ting Our owne Braines and the Opinion that we bring To make that onely true we now intend Will leaue vs neuer an vnderstanding Friend Therefore for Goodnesse sake and as you are knowne The First and Happiest Hearers of the Towne Be sad as we would make ye Thâ—nkeye see The very Persons of our Noble Story As they were Liuing Thinke you see them Great And follow'd with the generall throng and sweat Of thousand Friends Then in a moment see How soone this Mightinesse meets Misery And if you can be merry then I le say A Man may weepe vpon his Wedding day Actus Primus Scoena Prima Enter the Duke of Norfolke at one doore At the other the Duke of Buckingham and the Lord Aburgauenny Buckingham GOod morrow and well met How haue ye done Since last we saw in France Norf. I thanke your Grace Healthfull and euer since a fresh Admirer Of what I saw there Buck. An vntimely Ague Staid me a Prisoner in my Chamber when Those Sunnes of Glory those two Lights of Men Met in the vale of Andren Nor. 'Twixt Guynes and Arde I was then present saw them salute on Horsebacke Beheld them when they lighted how they clung In their Embracement as they grew together Which had they What foure Thron'd ones could haue weigh'd Such a compounded one Buck. All the whole time I was my Chambers Prisoner Nor. Then you lost The view of earthly glory Men might say Till this time Pompe was single but now married To one aboue it selfe Each following day Became the next dayes master till the last Made former Wonders it 's To day the French All Clinquant all in Gold like Heathen Gods Shone downe the English and to morrow they Made Britaine India Euery man that stood Shewâ—d like a Mine Their Dwarfish Pages were As Cherubins all gilt the Madams too Not vs'd to toyle did almost sweat to beare The Pride vpon them that their very labour Was to them as a Painting Now this Maske Was cry'de incompareable and th' ensuing night Made it a Foole and Begger The two Kings Equall in lustre were now best now worst As presence did present them Him in eye Still him in praise and being present both 'T was said they saw but one and no Discerner Durst wagge his
erre he did it Now this followes Which as I take it is a kinde of Puppie To th' old dam Treason Charles the Emperour Vnder pretence to see the Queene his Aunt For t was indeed his colour but he came To whisper Wolsey here makes visitation His feares were that the Interview betwixt England and France might through their amity Breed him some preiudice for from this League Peep'd harmes that menac'd him Priuily Deales with our Cardinal and as I troa Which I doe well for I am sure the Emperour Paid ere he promis'd whereby his Suit was granted Ere it was ask'd But when the way was made And pau'd with gold the Emperor thus desir'd Thaâ— he would please to alter the Kings course And breake the foresaid peace Let the King know As soone he shall by me that thus the Cardinall Does buy and sell his Honour as he pleases And for his owne aduantage Norf. I am sorry To heare this of him and could wish he were Somthing mistaken in 't Buck. No not a sillable I doe pronounce him in that very shape He shall appeare in proofe Enter Brandon a Sergeant at Armes before him and two or theee of the Guard Brandon Your Office Sergeant execute it Sergeant Sir My Lord the Duke of Buckingham and Earle Of Hertford Stafford and Northampton I Arrest thee of High Treason in the name Of our most Soueraigne King Buck. Lo you my Lord The net has falne vpon me I shall perish Vnder deuice and practise Bran. I am sorry To see you tane from liberty to looke on The busines present T is his Highnes pleasure You shall to th' Tower Buck. It will helpe me nothing To plead mine Innocence for that dye is on me Which makes my whit'st part black The will of Heau'n Be done in this and all things I obey O my Lord Aburgany Fare you well Bran. Nay he must beare you company The King Is pleas'd you shall to th' Tower till you know How he determines further Abur As the Duke said The will of Heauen be done and the Kings pleasure By me obey'd Bran. Here is a warrant from The King t'attach Lord Mountacute and the Bodies Of the Dukes Confessor Iohn de la Car One Gilbert Pecke his Councellour Buck. So so These are the limbs o' th' Plot no more I hope Bra. A Monke o' th' Chartreux Buck O Michaell Hopkins Bra. He. Buck. My Surueyor is falce The ore-great Cardinall Hath shew'd him gold my life is spand already I am the shadow of poore Buckingham Whose Figure euen this instant Clowd puts on By Darkning my cleere Sunne My Lords farewell Exe. Scena Secunda Cornets Enter King Henry leaning on the Cardinals shoulder the Nobles and Sir Thomas Louell the Cardinall places himselfe vnder the Kings feete on his right side King My life it selfe and the best heart of it Thankes you for this great care I stood i' th' leuell Of a full-charg'd consederacie and giue thankes To you that choak'd it Let be cald before vs That Gentleman of Buckinghams in person I le heare him his confessions iustifie And point by point the Treasons of his Maister He shall againe relate A noyse within crying roome for the Queene vsher'd by the Duke of Norfolke Enter the Queene Norfolke and Suffolke she kneels King riseth from his State takes her vp kisses and placeth her by him Queen Nay we must longer kneele I am a Suitor King Arise and take place by vs halfe your Suit Neuer name to vs you haue halfe our power The other moity ere you aske is giuen Repeat your will and take it Queen Thanke your Maiesty That you would loue your selfe and in that loue Not vnconsidered leaue your Honour nor The dignity of your Office is the poynt Of my Petition Kin. Lady mine proceed Queen I am solicited not by a few And those of true condition That your Subiects Are in great grieuance There haue beene Commissions Sent downe among 'em which hath flaw'd the heart Of all their Loyalties wherein although My good Lord Cardinall they vent reproches Most bitterly on you as putter on Of these exactions yet the King our Maister Whose Honor Heauen shield from soile euen he escapes not Language vnmannerly yea such which breakes The sides of loyalty and almost appeares In lowd Rebellion Norf. Not almost appeares It doth appeare for vpon these Taxations The Clothiers all not able to maintaine The many to them longing haue put off The Spinsters Carders Fullers Weauers who Vnfit for other life compeld by hunger And lack of other meanes in desperate manner Daring th' euent too th' teeth are all in vprore And danger serues among them Kin. Taxation Wherein and what Taxation My Lord Cardinall You that are blam'd for it alike with vs Know you of this Taxation Card. Please you Sir I know but of a single part in ought Pertaines to th' State and front but in that File Where others tell steps with me Queen No my Lord You know no more then others But you frame Things that are knowne alike which are not wholsome To those which would not know them and yet must Perforce be their acquaintance These exactions Whereof my Soueraigne would haue note they are Most pestilent to th' hearing and to beare 'em The Backe is Sacrifice to th' load They say They are deuis'd by you er else you suffer Too hard an exclamation Kin. Still Exaction The nature of it in what kinde let 's know Is this Exaction Queen I am much too venturous In tempting of your patience but am boldned Vnder your promis'd pardon The Subiects griefe Comes through Commissions which compels from each The sixt part of his Substance to be leuied Without delay and the pretence for this Is nam'd your warres in France this makes bold mouths Tongues spit their duties out and cold hearts freeze Allegeance in them their curses now Liue where their prayers did and it 's come to passe This tractable obedience is a Slaue To each incensed Will I would your Highnesse Would giue it quicke consideration for There is no primer basenesse Kin. By my life This is against our pleasure Card. And for me I haue no further gone in this then by A single voice and that not past me but By learned approbation of the Iudges If I am Traduc'd by ignorant Tongues which neither know My faculties nor person yet will be The Chronicles of my doing Let me say 'T is but the fate of Place and the rough Brake That Vertue must goe through we must not stint Our necessary actions in the feare To cope malicious Censurers which euer As rau'nous Fishes doe a Vessell follow That is new trim'd but benefit no further Then vainly longing What we oft doe best By sicke Interpreters once weake ones is Not ours or not allow'd what worst as oft Hitting a grosser quality is cride vp For our best Act if we shall stand still In feare our motion will be mock'd or carp'd at We
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
are done ioyes soule lyes in the dooing That she belou'd knowes nought that knowes not this Men prize the thing vngain'd more then it is That she was neuer yet that euer knew Loue got so sweet as when desire did sue Therefore this maxime out of loue I teach Atchieuement is command vngain'd beseech That though my hearts Contents firme loue doth beare Nothing of that shall from mine eyes appeare Exit Senet Enter Agamemnon Nestor Vlysses Diomedes Menelaus with others Agam. Princes What greefe hath set the Iaundies on your cheekes The ample proposition that hope makes In all designes begun on earth below Fayles in the promist largenesse checkes and disasters Grow in the veines of actions highest rear'd As knots by the conflux of meeting sap Infect the sound Pine and diuerts his Graine Tortiue and erant from his course of growth Nor Princes is it matter new to vs That we come short of our suppose so farre That after seuen yeares siege yet Troy walles stand Sith euery action that hath gone before Whereof we haue Record Triall did draw Bias and thwart not answering the ayme And that vnbodied figure of the thought That gaue't surmised shape Why then you Princes Do you with cheekes abash'd behold our workes And thinke them shame which are indeed nought else But the protractiue trials of great Ioue To finde persistiue constancie in men The finenesse of which Mettall is not found In Fortunes loue for then the Bold and Coward The Wise and Foole the Artist and vn-read The hard and soft seeme all affin'd and kin But in the Winde and Tempest of her frowne Distinction with a lowd and powrefull fan Puffing at all winnowes the light away And what hath masse or matter by it selfe Lies rich in Vertue and vnmingled Nestor With due Obseruance of thy godly seat Great Agamemnon Nestor shall apply Thy latest words In the reproofe of Chance Lies the true proofe of men The Sea being smooth How many shallow bauble Boates dare saile Vpon her patient brest making their way With those of Nobler bulke But let the Ruffian Boreas once enrage The gentle Thetis and anon behold The strong ribb'd Barke through liquid Mountaines cut Bounding betweene the two moyst Elements Like Perseus Horse Where 's then the sawcy Boate Whose weake vntimber'd sides but euen now Co-riual'd Greatnesse Either to harbour fled Or made a Toste for Neptune Euen so Doth valours shew and valours worth diuide In stormes of Fortune For in her ray and brightnesse The Heard hath more annoyance by the Brieze Then by the Tyger But when the splitting winde Makes flexible the knees of knotted Oakes And Flies fled vnder shade why then The thing of Courage As rowz'd with rage with rage doth sympathize And with an accent tun'd in selfe-same key Retyres to chiding Fortune Vlys Agamemnon Thou great Commander Nerue and Bone of Greece Heart of our Numbers soule and onely spirit In whom the tempers and the mindes of all Should be shut vp Heare what Vlysses speakes Besides the applause and approbation The which most mighty for thy place and sway And thou most reuerend for thy stretcht-out life I giue to both your speeches which were such As Agamemnon and the hand of Greece Should hold vp high in Brasse and such againe As venerable Nestor hatch'd in Siluer Should with a bond of ayre strong as the Axletree In which the Heauens ride knit all Greekes eares To his experienc'd tongue yet let it please both Thou Great and Wise to heare Vlysses speake Aga. Speak Prince of Ithaca and be 't of lesse expect That matter needlesse of importlesse burthen Diuide thy lips then we are confident When ranke Thersites opes his Masticke iawes We shall heare Musicke Wit and Oracle Vlys Troy yet vpon his basis had bene downe And the great Hectors sword had lack'd a Master But for these instances The specialty of Rule hath beene neglected And looke how many Grecian Tents do stand Hollow vpon this Plaine so many hollow Factions When that the Generall is not like the Hiue To whom the Forragers shall all repaire What Hony is expected Degree being vizarded Th' vnworthiest shewes as fairely in the Maske The Heauens themselues the Planets and this Center Obserue degree priority and place Insisture course proportion season forme Office and custome in all line of Order And therefore is the glorious Planet Sol In noble eminence enthron'd and sphear'd Amid'st the other whose med'cinable eye Corrects the ill Aspects of Planets euill And postes like the Command'ment of a King Sans checke to good and bad But when the Planets In euill mixture to disorder wander What Plagues and what portents what mutiny What raging of the Sea shaking of Earth Commotion in the Windes Frights changes horrors Diuert and cracke rend and deracinate The vnity and married calme of States Quite from their fixure O when Degree is shak'd Which is the Ladder to all high designes The enterprize is sicke How could Communities Degrees in Schooles and Brother-hoods in Cities Peacefull Commerce from diuidable shores The primogenitiue and due of Byrth Prerogatiue of Age Crownes Scepters Lawrels But by Degree stand in Authentique place Take but Degree away vn-tune that string And hearke what Discord followes each thing meetes In meere oppugnancie The bounded Waters Should lift their bosomes higher then the Shores And make a soppe of all this solid Globe Strength should be Lord of imbecility And the rude Sonne should strike his Father dead Force should be right or rather right and wrong Betweene whose endlesse iarre Iustice recides Should loose her names and so should Iustice too Then euery thing includes it selfe in Power Power into Will Will into Appetite And Appetite an vniuersall Wolfe So doubly seconded with Will and Power Must make perforce an vniuersall prey And last eate vp himselfe Great Agamemnon This Chaos when Degree is suffocate Followes the choaking And this neglection of Degree is it That by a pace goes backward in a purpose It hath to climbe The Generall 's disdain'd By him one step below he by the next That next by him beneath so euery step Exampled by the first pace that is sicke Of his Superiour growes to an enuious Feauer Of pale and bloodlesse Emulation And 't is this Feauer that keepes Troy on foote Not her owne sinewes To end a tale of length Troy in our weaknesse liues not in her strength Nest Most wisely hath Vlysses heere discouer'd The Feauer whereof all our power is sicke Aga. The Nature of the sicknesse found Vlysses What is the remedie Vlys The great Achilles whom Opinion crownes The sinew and the fore-hand of our Hoste Hauing his eare full of his ayery Fame Growes dainty of his worth and in his Tent Lyes mocking our designes With him Patroclus Vpon a lazie Bed the liue-long day Breakes scurrill Iests And with ridiculous and aukward action Which Slanderer he imitation call's He Pageants vs. Sometime great Agamemnon Thy toplesse deputation he puts on And like
doe each Lord and either greete him not Or else disdainfully which shall shake him more Then if not lookt on I will lead the way Achil. What comes the Generall to speake with me You know my minde I le fight no more ' gainst Troy Aga. What saies Achilles would he ought with vs Nes Would you my Lord ought with the Generall Achil. No. Nes Nothing my Lord. Aga. The better Achil. Good day good day Men. How doe you how doe you Achi. What do's the Cuckold scorne me Aiax How now Patroclus Achil. Good morrow Aiax Aiax Ha. Achil. Good morrow Aiax I and good next day too Exeunt Achil. What meane these fellowes know they not Achilles Patr. They passe by strangely they were vs'd to bend To send their smiles before them to Achilles To come as humbly as they vs'd to creepe to holy Altars Achil. What am I poore of late 'T is certaine greatnesse once falne out with fortune Must fall out with men too what the declin'd is He shall as soone reade in the eyes of others As feele in his owne fall for men like butter-flies Shew not their mealie wings but to the Summer And not a man for being simply man Hath any honour but honour'd for those honours That are without him as place riches and fauour Prizes of accident as oft as merit Which when they fall as being slippery standers The loue that leand on them as slippery too Doth one plucke downe another and together Dye in the fall But 't is not so with me Fortune and I are friends I doe enioy At ample point all that I did possesse Saue these mens lookes who do me thinkes finde out Something not worth in me such rich beholding As they haue often giuen Here is Vlisses I le interrupt his reading how now Vlisses Vlis Now great Thetis Sonne Achil. What are you reading Vlis A strange fellow here Writes me that man how dearely euer parted How much in hauing or without or in Cannot make boast to haue that which he hath Nor feeles not what he owes but by reflection As when his vertues shining vpon others Heate them and they retort that heate againe To the first giuer Achil. This is not strange Vlisses The beautie that is borne here in the face The bearer knowes not but commends it selfe Not going from it selfe but eye to eye oppos'd Salutes each other with each others forme For speculation turnes not to it selfe Till it hath trauail'd and is married there Where it may see it selfe this is not strange at all Vlis I doe not straine it at the position It is familiar but at the Authors drift Who in his circumstance expresly proues That no may is the Lord of any thing Though in and of him there is much consisting Till he communicate his parts to others Nor doth he of himselfe know them for ought Till he behold them formed in th' applause Where they are extended who like an arch reuerb'rate The voyce againe or like a gate of steele Fronting the Sunne receiues and renders backe His figure and his heate I was much rapt in this And apprehended here immediately The vnknowne Aiax Heauens what a man is there a very Horse That has he knowes not what Nature what things there are Most abiect in regard and deare in vse What things againe most deere in the esteeme And poore in worth now shall we see to morrow An act that very chance doth throw vpon him Aiax renown'd O heauens what some men doe While some men leaue to doe How some men creepe in skittish fortunes hall Whiles others play the Ideots in her eyes How one man eates into anothers pride While pride is feasting in his wantonnesse To see these Grecian Lords why euen already They clap the lubber Aiax on the shoulder As if his foote were on braue Hectors brest And great Troy shrinking Achil. I doe beleeue it For they past by me as my sers doe by beggars Neither gaue to me good word nor looke What are my deedes forgot Vlis Time hath my Lord a wallet at his backe Wherein he puts almes for obliuion A great siz'd monster of ingratitudes Those scraps are good deedes past Which are deuour'd as fast as they are made Forgot as soone as done perseuerance deere my Lord Keepes honor bright to haue done is to hang Quite out of fashion like a rustie male In monumentall mockrie take the instant way For honour trauels in a straight so narrow Where one but goes a breast keepe then the path For emulation hath a thousand Sonnes That one by one pursue if you giue way Or hedge aside from the direct forth right Like to an entred Tyde they all rush by And leaue you hindmost Or like a gallant Horse falne in first ranke Lye there for pauement to the abiect neere Ore-run and trampled on then what they doe in present Though lesse then yours in past must ore-top yours For time is like a fashionable Hoste That slightly shakes his parting Guest by th' hand And with his armes out-stretcht as he would flye Graspes in the commer the welcome euer smiles And farewels goes out sighing O let not vertue seeke Remuneration for the thing it was for beautie wit High birth vigor of bone desert in seruice Loue friendship charity are subiects all To enuious and calumniating time One touch of nature makes the whole world kin That all with one consent praise new borne gaudes Though they are made and moulded of things past And goe to dust that is a little guilt More laud then guilt ore dusted The present eye praises the presâ—nt obiect Then maruell not thou great and compleat man That all the Greekes begin to worship Aiax Since things in motion begin to catch the eye Then what not stiâ—s the cry went out on thee And still it might and yet it may againe If thou would'st not entombe thy selfe aliue And case thy reputation in thy Tent Whose glorious deedes but in these fields of late Made emulous missions ' mongst the gods themselues And draue great Mars to faction Achil. Of this my priuacie I haue strong reasons Vlis But ' gainst your priuacie The reasons are more potent and heroycall 'T is knowne Achilles that you are in loue With one of Priams daughters Achil. Ha knowne Vlis Is that a wonder The prouidence that 's in a watchfull State Knowes almost euery graine of Plutoes gold Findes bottome in th' vncomprehensiue deepes Keepes place with thought and almost like the gods Doe thoughts vnuaile in their dumbe cradles There is a mysterie with whom relation Durst neuer meddle in the soule of State Which hath an operation more diuine Then breath or pen can giue expressure to All the commerse that you haue had with Troy As perfectly is ours as yours my Lord. And better would it fit Achilles much To throw downe Hector then Polixena But it must grieue yong Pirhus now at home When fame shall in her Hand sound her trumpe And all
Menelaus Vlisses Nestor Calcas c. Aga. Here art thou in appointment fresh and faire Anticipating time With starting courage Giue with thy Trumpet a loud note to Troy Thou dreadfull Aiax that the appauled aire May pierce the head of the great Combatant And hale him hither Aia. Thou Trumpet ther 's my purse Now cracke thy lungs and split thy brasen pipe Blow villaine till thy sphered Bias cheeke Out-swell the collicke of puft Aquilon Come stretch thy chest and let thy eyes spout bloud Thou blowest for Hector Vlis No Trumpet answers Achil. 'T is but early dayes Aga. Is not yong Diomed with Calcas daughter Vlis 'T is he I ken the manner of his gate He rises on the toe that spirit of his In aspiration lifts him from the earth Aga. Is this the Lady Cressid Dio. Euen she Aga. Most deerely welcome to the Greekes sweete Lady Nest Our Generall doth salute you with a kisse Vlis Yet is the kindenesse but particular 't were better she were kist in generall Nest And very courtly counsell I le begin So much for Nestor Achil. I le take that winter from your lips faire Lady Achilles bids you welcome Mene. I had good argument for kissing once Patro. But that 's no argument for kissing now For thus pop't Paris in his hardiment Vlis Oh deadly gall and theame of all our scornes For which we loose our heads to gild his hornes Patro. The first was Menelaus kisse this mine Patroclus kisses you Mene. Oh this is trim Patr. Paris and I kisse euermore for him Mene. I le haue my kisse sir Lady by your leaue Cres In kissing doe you render or receiue Patr. Both take and giue Cres I le make my match to liue The kisse you take is better then you giue therefore no kisse Mene. I le giue you boote I le giue you three for one Cres You are an odde man giue euen or giue none Mene. An odde man Lady euery man is odde Cres No Paris is not for you know 't is true That you are odde and he is euen with you Mene. You fillip me a' th' head Cres No I le be sworne Vlis It were no match your naile against his horne May I sweete Lady beg a kisse of you Cres You may Vlis I doe desire it Cres Why begge then Vlis Why then for Venus sake giue me a kisse When Hellen is a maide againe and his Cres I am your debtor claime it when 't is due Vlis Neuer's my day and then a kisse of you Diom. Lady a word I le bring you to your Father Nest A woman of quicke sence Vlis Fie fie vpon her Ther 's a language in her eye her cheeke her lip Nay her foote speakes her wanton spirites looke out At euery ioynt and motiue of her body Oh these encounterers so glib of tongue That giue a coasting welcome ete it comes And wide vnclaspe the tables of their thoughts To euery tickling reader set them downe For sluttish spoyles of opportunitie And daughters of the game Exeunt Enter all of Troy Hector Paris Aeneas Helenus and Attendants Florish All. The Troians Trumpet Aga. Yonder comes the troope Aene. Haile all you state of Greece what shal be done To him that victory commands or doe you purpose A victor shall be knowne will you the Knights Shall to the edge of all extremitie Pursue each other or shall be diuided By any voyce or order of the field Hector bad aske Aga. Which way would Hector haue it Aene. He cares not hee le obey conditions Aga. 'T is done like Hector but securely done A little proudly and great deale disprising The Knight oppos'd Aene. If not Achilles sir what is your name Achil. If not Achilles nothing Aene. Therefore Achilles but what ere know this In the extremity of great and little Valour and pride excell themselues in Hector The one almost as infinite as all The other blanke as nothing weigh him well And that which lookes like pride is curtesie This Aiax is halfe made of Hectors bloud In loue whereof halfe Hector staies at home Halfe heart halfe hand halfe Hector comes to seeke This blended Knight halfe Troian and halfe Greeke Achil. A maiden battaile then O I perceiue you Aga. Here is sir Diomed goe gentle Knight Stand by our Aiax as you and Lord Aeneas Consent vpon the order of their fight So be it either to the vttermost Or else a breach the Combatants being kin Halfe stints their strife before their strokes begin Vlis They are oppos'd already Aga. What Troian is that same that lookes so heauy Vlis The yongest Sonne of Priam A true Knight they call him Troylus Not yet mature yet matchlesse firme of word Speaking in deedes and deedelesse in his tongue Not soone prouok't nor being prouok't soone calm'd His heart and hand both open and both free For what he has he giues what thinkes he shewes Yet giues he not till iudgement guide his bounty Nor dignifies an impaire thought with breath Manly as Hector but more dangerous For Hector in his blaze of wrath subscribes To tender obiects but he in heate of action Is more vindecatiue then iealous loue They call him Troylus and on him erect A second hope as fairely built as Hector Thus saies Aeneas one that knowes the youth Euen to his inches and with priuate soule Did in great Illion thus translate him to me Alarum Aga. They are in action Nest Now Aiax hold thine owne Troy Hector thou sleep'st awake thee Aga. His blowes are wel dispos'd there Aiax trūpets cease Diom. You must no more Aene. Princes enough so please you Aia. I am not warme yet let vs fight againe Diom. As Hector pleases Hect. Why then will I no more Thou art great Lord my Fathers sisters Sonne A cousen german to great Priams seede The obligation of our bloud forbids A gorie emulation 'twixt vs twaine Were thy commixion Greeke and Troian so That thou could'st say this hand is Grecian all And this is Troian the sinewes of this Legge All Greeke and this all Troy my Mothers bloud Runs on the dexter cheeke and this sinister Bounds in my fathers by Ioue multipotent Thou should'st not beare from me a Greekish member Wherein my sword had not impressure made Of our ranke feud but the iust gods gainsay That any drop thou borrwd'st from thy mother My sacred Aunt should by my mortall Sword Be drained Let me embrace thee Aiax By him that thunders thou hast lustie Armes Hector would haue them fall vpon him thus Cozen all honor to thee Aia. I thanke thee Hector Thou art too gentle and too free a man I came to kill thee Cozen and beare hence A great addition earned in thy death Hect. Not Neoptolymus so mirable On whose bright crest fame with her lowd'st O yes Cries This is he could'st promise to himselfe A thought of added honor torne from Hector Aene. There is expectance here from both the sides What further you will doe Hect. Wee le answere it
your way His Tale pronounc'd shall bury His Reasons with his Body Auf. Say no more Heere come the Lords Enter the Lords of the City All Lords You are most welcome home Auff I haue not deseru'd it But worthy Lords haue you with heede perused What I haue written to you All. We haue 1. Lord. And greeue to heare 't What faults he made before the last I thinke Might haue sound easie Fines But there to end Where he was to begin and giue away The benefit of our Leuies answering vs With our owne charge making a Treatie where There was a yeelding this admits no excuse Auf. He approaches you shall heare him Enter Coriolanus marching with Drumme and Colours The Commoners being with him Corio Haile Lords I am return'd your Souldier No more infected with my Countries loue Then when I parted hence but still subsisting Vnder your great Command You are to know That prosperously I haue attempted and With bloody passage led your Warres euen to The gates of Rome Our spoiles we haue brought home Doth more then counterpoize a full third part The charges of the Action We haue made peace With no lesse Honor to the Antiates Then shame to th' Romaines And we heere deliuer Subscrib'd by ' th' Consuls and Patricians Together with the Seale a' th Senat what We haue compounded on Auf. Read it not Noble Lords But tell the Traitor in the highest degree He hath abus'd your Powers Corio Traitor How now Auf. I Traitor Martius Corio Martius Auf. I Martius Caius Martius Do'st thou thinke I le grace thee with that Robbery thy stolne name Coriolanus in Corioles You Lords and Heads a' th' State perfidiously He ha's betray'd your businesse and giuen vp For certaine drops of Salt your City Rome I say your City to his Wife and Mother Breaking his Oath and Resolution like A twist of rotten Silke neuer admitting Counsaile a' th' warre But at his Nurses teares He whin'd and roar'd away your Victory That Pages blush'd at him and men of heart Look'd wond'ring each at others Corio Hear'st thou Mars Auf. Name not the God thou boy of Teares Corio Ha Aufid No more Corio Measurelesse Lyar thou hast made my heart Too great for what containes it Boy Oh Slaue Pardon me Lords 't is the first time that euer I was forc'd to scoul'd Your iudgments my graue Lords Must giue this Curre the Lye and his owne Notion Who weares my stripes imprest vpon him that Must beare my beating to his Graue shall ioyne To thrust the Lye vnto him 1 Lord. Peace â—oth and heare me speake Corio Cut me to peeces Volces men and Lads Staine all your edges on me Boy false Hound If you haue writ your Annales true 't is there That like an Eagle in a Doue-coat I Flatter'd your Volcians in Corioles Alone I did it Boy Auf. Why Noble Lords Will you be put in minde of his blinde Fortune Which was your shame by this vnholy Braggart 'Fore your owne eyes and eares All Consp Let him dye for 't All People Teare him to peeces do it presently He kill'd my Sonne my daughter he kill'd my Cosine Marcus he kill'd my Father 2 Lord. Peace hoe no outrage peace The man is Noble and his Fame folds in This Orbe o' th' earth His last offences to vs Shall haue Iudicious hearing Stand Auffidius And trouble not the peace Corio O that I had him with six Auffidiusses or more His Tribe to vse my lawfull Sword Auf. Insolent Villaine All Consp Kill kill kill kill kill him Draw both the Conspirators and kils Martius who falles Auffidius stands on him Lords Hold hold hold hold Auf. My Noble Masters heare me speake 1. Lord. O Tullus 2. Lord. Thou hast done a deed whereat Valour will weepe 3. Lord. Tread not vpon him Masters all be quiet Put vp your Swords Auf. My Lords When you shall know as in this Rage Prouok'd by him you cannot the great danger Which this mans life did owe you you 'l reioyce That he is thus cut off Please it your Honours To call me to your Senate I le deliuer My selfe your loyall Seruant or endure Your heauiest Censure 1. Lord. Beare from hence his body And mourne you for him Let him be regarded As the most Noble Coarse that euer Herald Did follow to his Vrne 2. Lord. His owne impatience Takes from Auffidius a great part of blame Let 's make the Best of it Auf. My Rage is gone And I am strucke with sorrow Take him vp Helpe three a' th' cheefest Souldiers I le be one Beate thou the Drumme that it speake mournfully Traile your steele Pikes Though in this City hee Hath widdowed and vnchilded many a one Which to this houre bewaile the Iniury Yet he shall haue a Noble Memory Assist Exeunt bearing the Body of Martius A dead March Sounded FINIS The Lamentable Tragedy of Titus Andronicus Actus Primus Scoena Prima Flourish Enter the Tribunes and Senators aloft And then enter Saturninus and his Followers at one doore and Bassianus and his Followers at the other with Drum Colours Saturninus NOble Patricians Patrons of my right Defend the iustice of my Cause with Armes And Countrey-men my louing Followers Pleade my Successiue Title with your Swords I was the first-borne Sonne that was the last That wore the Imperiall Diadem of Rome Then let my Fathers Honours liue in me Nor wrong mine Age with this indignitie Bassianus Romaines Friends Followers Fauourers of my Right If euer Bassianus Caesars Sonne Were gracious in the eyes of Royall Rome Keepe then this passage to the Capitoll And suffer not Dishonour to approach Th' Imperiall Seate to Vertue consecrate To Iustice Continence and Nobility But let Desert in pure Election shine And Romanes fight for Freedome in your Choice Enter Marcus Andronicus aloft with the Crowne Princes that striue by Factions and by Friends Ambitiously for Rule and Empery Know that the people of Rome for whom we stand A speciall Party haue by Common voyce In Election for the Romane Emperie Chosen Andronicus Sur-named Pious For many good and great deserts to Rome A Nobler man a brauer Warriour Liues not this day within the City Walles He by the Senate is accited home From weary Warres against the barbarous Gothes That with his Sonnes a terror to our Foes Hath yoak'd a Nation strong train'd vp in Armes Ten yeares are spent since first he vndertooke This Cause of Rome and chasticed with Armes Our Enemies pride Fiue times he hath return'd Bleeding to Rome bearing his Valiant Sonnes In Coffins from the Field And now at last laden with Honours Spoyles Returnes the good Andronicus to Rome Renowned Titus flourishing in Armes Let vs intreat by Honour of his Name Whom worthily you would haue now succeede And in the Capitoll and Senates right Whom you pretend to Honour and Adore That you withdraw you and abate your Strength Dismisse your Followers and as Suters should Pleade your Deserts in Peace and Humblenesse Saturnine How
for you all Rome I haue bene thy Souldier forty yeares And led my Countries strength successefully And buried one and twenty Valiant Sonnes Knighted in Field slaine manfully in Armes In right and Seruice of their Noble Countrie Giue me a staffe of Honour for mine age But not a Scepter to controule the world Vpright he held it Lords that held it last Mar. Titus thou shalt obtaine and aske the Emperie Sat. Proud and ambitious Tribune can'st thou tell Titus Patience Prince Saturninus Sat. Romaines do me right Patricians draw your Swords and sheath them not Till Saturninus be Romes Emperour Andronicus would thou wert shipt to hell Rather then rob me of the peoples harts Luc. Proud Saturnine interrupter of the good That Noble minded Titus meanes to thee Tit. Content thee Prince I will restore to thee The peoples harts and we are them from themselues Bass Andronicus I do not flatter thee But Honour thee and will doe till I die My Faction if thou strengthen with thy Friend I will most thankefull be and thankes to men Of Noble mindes is Honourable Meede Tit People of Rome and Noble Tribunes heere I aske your voyces and your Suffrages Will you bestow them friendly on Andronicus Tribunes To gratifie the good Andronicus And Gratulate his safe returne to Rome The people will accept whom he admits Tit. Tribunes I thanke you and this sure I make That you Create your Emperours eldest sonne Lord Saturnine whose Vertues will I hope Reflect on Rome as Tytans Rayes on earth And ripen Iustice in this Common-weale Then if you will elect by my aduise Crowne him and say Long liue our Emperour Mar. An. With Voyces and applause of euery sort Patricians and Plebeans we Create Lord Saturninus Romes Great Emperour And say Long liue our Emperour Saturnine A long Flourish till they come downe Satu. Titus Andronicus for thy Fauours done To vs in our Election this day I giue thee thankes in part of thy Deserts And will with Deeds requite thy gentlenesse And for an Onset Titus to aduance Thy Name and Honorable Familie Lauinia will I make my Empresse Romes Royall Mistris Mistris of my hart And in the Sacred Pathan her espouse Tell me Andronicus doth this motion please thee Tit. It doth my worthy Lord and in this match I hold me Highly Honoured of your Grace And heere in fight of Rome to Saturnine King and Commander of our Common-weale The Wide-worlds Emperour do I Consecrate My Sword my Chariot and my Prisonerss Presents well Worthy Romes Imperiall Lord Receiue them then the Tribute that I owe Mine Honours Ensignes humbled at my feete Satu. Thankes Noble Titus Father of my life How proud I am of thee and of thy gifts Rome shall record and when I do forget The least of these vnspeakable Deserts Romans forget your Fealtie to me Tit. Now Madam are your prisoner to an Emperour To him that for you Honour and your State Will vse you Nobly and your followers Satu. A goodly Lady trust me of the Hue That I would choose were I to choose a new Cleere vp Faire Queene that cloudy countenance Though chance of warre Hath wrought this change of cheere Thou com'st not to be made a scorne in Rome Princely shall be thy vsage euery way Rest on my word and let not discontent Daunt all your hopes Madam he comforts you Can make your Greater then the Queene of Gothes Lauinia you are not displeas'd with this Lau. Not I my Lord sith true Nobiliâ—e Warrants these words in Princely curtesie Sat. Thankes sweete Lauinia Romans let vs goe Ransomlesse heere we set our Prisoners free Proclaime our Honors Lords with Trumpe and Drum Bass Lord Titus by your leaue this Maid is mine Tit. How sir Are you in earnest then my Lord Bass I Noble Titus and resolu'd withall To doe my selfe this reason and this right Marc. Suum cuiquam is our Romane Iustice This Prince in Iustice ceazeth but his owne Luc. And that he will and shall if Lucius liue Tit. Traytors auant where is the Emperours Guarde Treason my Lord Lauinia is surpris'd Sat. Surpris'd by whom Bass By him that iustly may Beare his Betroth'd from all the world away Muti. Brothers helpe to conuey her hence away And with my Sword I le keepe this doore safe Tit. Follow my Lord and I le soone bring her backe Mut. My Lord you passe not heere Tit. What villaine Boy bar'st me my way in Rome Mut. Helpe Lucius helpe He kils him Luc. My Lord you are vniust and more then so In wrongfull quarrell you haue slaine your son Tit. Nor thou nor he are any sonnes of mine My sonnes would neuer so dishonour me Traytor restore Lauinia to the Emperour Luc. Dead if you will but not to be his wife That is anothers lawfull promist Loue. Enter aloft the Emperour with Tamora and her two sonnes and Aaron the Moore Empe No Titus no the Emperour needs her not Nor her nor thee nor any of thy stocke I le trust by Leisure him that mocks me once Thee neuer not thy Trayterous haughty sonnes Confederates all thus to dishonour me Was none in Rome to make a stale But Saturnine Full well Andronicus Agree these Deeds with that proud bragge of thine That said'st I beg'd the Empire at thy hands Tit. O monstrous what reproachfull words are these Sat. But goe thy wayes goe giue that changing peece To him that flourisht for her with his Sword A Valliant sonne in-law thou shalt enioy One sit to bandy with thy lawlesse Sonnes To ruffle in the Common-wealth of Rome Tit. These words are Razors to my wounded hart Sat. And therefore louely Tamora Queene of Gothes That like the stately Thebe mong'st her Nimphs Dost ouer-shine the Gallant'st Dames of Rome If thou be pleas'd with this my sodaine choyse Behold I choose thee Tamora for my Bride And will Create thee Empresse of Rome Speake Queene of Goths dost thou applau'd my choyse And heere I sweare by all the Romaine Gods Sith Priest and Holy-water are so neere And Tapers burne so bright and euery thing In readines for Hymeneus stand I will not resâ—lute the streets of Rome Or clime my Pallace till from forth this place I leade espous'd my Bride along with me Tamo And heere in sight of heauen to Rome I sweare If Saturnine aduance the Queen of Gothes Shee will a Hand-maid be to his desires A louing Nurse a Mother to his youth Satur. Ascend Faire Qeene Panthean Lords accompany Your Noble Emperour and his louely Bride Sent by the heauens for Prince Saturnine Whose wisedome hath her Fortune Conquered There shall we Consummate our Spousall rites Exeunt omnes Tit. I am not bid to waite vpon this Bride Titus when wer 't thou wont to walke alone Dishonoured thus and Challenged of wrongs Enter Marcus and Titus Sonnes Mar O Titus see O see what thou hast done In a bad quarrell slaine a Vertuous sonne Tit. No foolish Tribune no No sonne of mine Nor thou nor these
Confedrates in the deed That hath dishonoured all our Family Vnworthy brother and vnworthy Sonnes Luci. But let vs giue him buriall as becomes Giue Mutius buriall with our Bretheren Tit. Traytors away he rest's not in this Tombe This Monument fiue hundreth yeares hath stood Which I haue Sumptuously re-edified Heere none but Souldiers and Romes Seruitors Repose in Fame None basely slaine in braules Bury him where you can he comes not heere Mar. My Lord this is impiety in you My Nephew Mutius deeds do plead for him He must be buried with his bretheren Titus two Sonnes speakes And shall or him we will accompany Ti. And shall What villaine was it spake that word Titus sonne speakes He that would vouch'd it in any place but heere Tit. What would you bury him in my despight Mar. No Noble Titus but intreat of thee To pardon Mutius and to bury him Tit. Marcus Euen thou hast stroke vpon my Crest And with these Boyeâ— mine Honour thou hast wounded My foes I doe repute you euery one So trouble me no more but get you gone 1. Sonne He is not himselfe let vs withdraw 2. Sonne Not I tell Mutius bones be buried The Brother and the sonnes kneele Mar. Brother for in that name doth nature plea'd 2. Sonne Father and in that name doth nature speake Tit. Speake thou no more if all the rest will speede Mar. Renowned Titus more then halfe my soule Luc. Deare Father soule and substance of vs all Mar. Suffer thy brother Marcus to interre His Noble Nephew heere in vertues nest That died in Honour and Lauinia's cause Thou art a Romaine be not barbarous The Greekes vpon aduise did bury Aiax That slew himselfe And Laertes sonne Did graciously plead for his Funerals Let not young Mutius then that was thy ioy Be bar'd his entrance heere Tit. Rise Marcus rise The dismall'st day is this that ere I saw To be dishonored by my Sonnes in Rome Well bury him and bury me the next They put him in the Tombe Luc. There lie thy bones sweet Mutius with thy friends Till we with Trophees do adorne thy Tombe They all kneele and say No man shed teares for Noble Mutius He liues in Fame that di'd in vertues cause Exit Mar. My Lord to step out of these sudden dumps How comes it that the subtile Queene of Gothes Is of a sodaine thus aduanc'd in Rome Ti. I know not Marcus but I know it is Whether by deuise or no the heauens can tell Is she not then beholding to the man That brought her for this high good turne so farre Yes and will Nobly him remunerate Flourish Enter the Emperor Tamora and her two sons with the Moore at one doore Enter at the other doore Bassianus and Lauinia with others Sat. So Bassianus you haue plaid your prize God giue you ioy sir of your Gallant Bride Bass And you of yours my Lord I say no more Nor wish no lesse and so I take my leaue Sat. Traytor if Rome haue law or we haue power Thou and thy Faction shall repent this Rape Bass Rape call you it my Lord to cease my owne My true betrothed Loue and now my wife But let the lawes of Rome determine all Meane while I am possest of that is mine Sat. 'T is good sir you are very short with vs But if we liue wee le be as sharpe with you Bass My Lord what I haue done as best I may Answere I must and shall do with my life Onely thus much I giue your Grace to know By all the duties that I owe to Rome This Noble Gentleman Lord Titus heere Is in opinion and in honour wrong'd That in the rescue of Lauinia With his owne hand did slay his youngest Son In zeale to you and highly mou'd to wrath To be controul'd in that he frankly gaue Receiue him then to fauour Saturnine That hath expre'st himselfe in all his deeds A Father and a friend to thee and Rome Tit. Prince Bassianus leaue to plead my Deeds 'T is thou and those that haue dishonoured me Rome and the righteous heauens be my iudge How I haue lou'd and Honour'd Saturnine Tam. My worthy Lord if euer Tamora Were gracious in those Princely eyes of thine Then heare me speake indifferently for all And at my sute sweet pardon what is past Satu. What Madam be dishonoured openly And basely put it vp without reuenge Tam. Not so my Lord The Gods of Rome for-fend I should be Authour to dishonour you But on mine honour dare I vndertake For good Lord Titus innocence in all Whose fury not dissembled speakes his griefes Then at my sute looke graciously on him Loose not so noble a friend on vaine suppose Nor with sowre lookes afflict his gentle heart My Lord be rul'd by me be wonne at last Dissemble all your griefes and discontents You are but newly planted in your Throne Least then the people and Patricians too Vpon a iust suruey take Titus part And so supplant vs for ingratitude Which Rome reputes to be a hainous sinne Yeeld at intreats and then let me alone I le finde a day to massacre them all And race their faction and their familie The cruell Father and his trayt'rous sonnes To whom I sued for my deare sonnes life And make them know what 't is to let a Queene Kneele in the streetes and beg for grace in vaine Come come sweet Emperour come Andronicus Take vp this good old man and cheere the heart That dies in tempest of thy angry frowne King Rise Titus rise My Empresse hath preuail'd Titus I thanke your Maiestie And her my Lord. These words these lookes Infuse new life in me Tamo Titus I am incorparate in Rome A Roman now adopted happily And must aduise the Emperour for his good This day all quarrels die Andronicus And let it be mine honour good my Lord That I haue reconcil'd your friends and you For you Prince Bassianus I haue past My word and promise to the Emperour That you will be more milde and tractable And feare not Lords And you Lauinia By my aduise all humbled on your knees You shall aske pardon of his Maiestie Son We doe And vow to heauen and to his Highnes That what we did was mildly as we might Tendring our sisters honour and our owne Mar. That on mine honour heere I do protest King Away and talke not trouble vs no more Tamora Nay nay Sweet Emperour we must all be friends The Tribune and his Nephews kneele for grace I will not be denied sweet hart looke back King Marcus For thy sake and thy brothers heere And at my louely Tamora's intreats I doe remit these young mens haynous faults Stand vp Lauinia though you left me like a churle I found a friend and sure as death I sware I would not part a Batchellour from the Priest Come if the Emperours Court can feast two Brides You are my guest Lauinia and your friends This day shall be a Loue-day Tamora Tit. To morrow and it
heere Enter Marcus and Lauinia Mar. Titus prepare thy noble eyes to weepe Or if not so thy noble heart to breake I bring consuming sorrow to thine age Ti. Will it consume me Let me see it then Mar. This was thy daughter Ti. Why Marcus so she is Luc. Aye me this obiect kils me Ti. Faint-harted boy arise and looke vpon her Speake Lauinia what accursed hand Hath made thee handlesse in thy Fathers sight What foole hath added water to the Sea Or brought a faggot to bright burning Troy My griefe was at the height before thou cam'st And now like Nylus it disdaineth bounds Giue me a sword I le chop off my hands too For they haue fought for Rome and all in vaine And they haue nur'st this woe In feeding life In bootelesse prayer haue they bene held vp And they haue seru'd me to effectlesse vse Now all the seruice I require of them Is that the one will helpe to cut the other 'T is well Lauinia that thou hast no hands For hands to do Rome seruice is but vaine Luci. Speake gentle sister who hath martyr'd thee Mar. O that delightfull engine of her thoughts That blab'd them with such pleasing eloquence Is torne from forth that pretty hollow cage Where like a sweet mellodius bird it sung Sweet varied notes inchanting euery eare Luci. Oh say thou for her Who hath done this deed Marc. Oh thus I found her straying in the Parke Seeking to hide herselfe as doth the Deare That hath receiude some vnrecuring wound Tit. It was my Deare And he that wounded her Hath hurt me more then had he kild me dead For now I stand as one vpon a Rocke Inuiron'd with a wildernesse of Sea Who markes the waxing tide Grow waue by waue Expecting euer when some enuious surge Will in his brinish bowels swallow him This way to death my wretched sonnes are gone Heere stands my other sonne a banisht man And heere my brother weeping at my woes But that which giues my soule the greatest spurne Is deere Lauinia deerer then my soule Had I but seene thy picture in this plight It would haue madded me What shall I doe Now I behold thy liuely body so Thou hast no hands to wipe away thy teares Nor tongue to tell me who hath martyr'd thee Thy husband he is dead and for his death Thy brothers are condemn'd and dead by this Looke Marcus ah sonne Lucius looke on her When I did name her brothers then fresh teares Stood on her cheekes as doth the hony dew Vpon a gathred Lillie almost withered Mar. Perchance she weepes because they kil'd her husband Perchance because she knowes him innocent Ti. If they did kill thy husband then be ioyfull Because the law hath tane reuenge on them No no they would not doe so foule a deede Witnes the sorrow that their sister makes Gentle Lauinia let me kisse thy lips Or make some signes how I may do thee ease Shall thy good Vncle and thy brother Lucius And thou and I sit round about some Fountaine Looking all downewards to behold our cheekes How they are stain'd in meadowes yet not dry With miery slime left on them by a flood And in the Fountaine shall we gaze so long Till the fresh taste be taken from that cleerenes And made a brine pit with our bitter teares Or shall we cut away our hands like thine Or shall we bite our tongues and in dumbe shewes Passe the remainder of our hatefull dayes What shall we doe Let vs that haue our tongues Plot some deuise of further miseries To make vs wondred at in time to come Lu. Sweet Father cease your teares for at your griefe See how my wretched sister sobs and weeps Mar. Patience deere Neece good Titus drie thine eyes Ti. Ah Marcus Marcus Brother well I wot Thy napkin cannot drinke a teare of mine For thou poore man hast drown'd it with thine owne Lu. Ah my Lauinia I will wipe thy cheekes Ti Marke Marcus marke I vnderstand her signes Had she a tongue to speake now would she say That to her brother which I said to thee His Napkin with her true teares all be wet Can do no seruice on her sorrowfull cheekes Oh what a simpathy of woe is this As farre from helpe as Limbo is from blisse Enter Aron the Moore alone Moore Titus Andronicus my Lord the Emperour Sends thee this word that if thou loue thy sonnes Let Marcus Lucius or thy selfe old Titus Or any one of you chop off your hand And send it to the King he for the same Will send thee hither both thy sonnes aliue And that shall be the ransome for their fault Ti. Oh gracious Emperour oh gentle Aaron Did euer Rauen sing so like a Larke That giues sweet tydings of the Sunnes vprise With all my heart I le send the Emperour my hand Good Aron wilt thou help to chop it off Lu. Stay Father for that noble hand of thine That hath throwne downe so many enemies Shall not be sent my hand will serue the turne My youth can better spare my blood then you And therfore mine shall saue my brothers liues Mar. Which of your hands hath not defended Rome And rear'd aloft the bloody Battleaxe Writing destruction on the enemies Castle Oh none of both but are of high desert My hand hath bin but idle let it serue To ransome my two nephewes from their death Then haue I kept it to a worthy end Moore Nay come agree whose hand shall goe along For feare they die before their pardon come Mar. My hand shall goe Lu. By heauen it shall not goe Ti. Sirs striue no more such withered hearbs as these Are meete for plucking vp and therefore mine Lu. Sweet Father if I shall be thought thy sonne Let me redeeme my brothers both from death Mar. And for our fathers sake and mothers care Now let me shew a brothers loue to thee Ti. Agree betweene you I will spare my hand Lu. Then I le goe fetch an Axe Mar. But I will vse the Axe Exeunt Ti. Come hither Aaron I le deceiue them both Lend me thy hand and I will giue thee mine Moore If that be cal'd deceit I will be honest And neuer whil'st I liue deceiue men so But I le deceiue you in another sort And that you 'l say ere halfe an houre passe He cuts off Titus hand Enter Lucius and Marcus againe Ti. Now stay you strife what shall be is dispatcht Good Aron giue his Maiestie me hand Tell him it was a hand that warded him From thousand dangers bid him bury it More hath it merited That let it haue As for for my sonnes say I account of them As iewels purchast at an easie price And yet deere too because I bought mine owne Aron I goe Andronicus and for thy hand Looke by and by to haue thy sonnes with thee Their heads I meane Oh how this villany Doth fat me with the very thoughts of it Let fooles doe good and faire men call for
melt thy life away Marcus strikes the dish with a knife What doest thou strike at Marcus with knife Mar. At that that I haue kil'd my Lord a Flys An. Out on the murderour thou kil'st my hart Mine eyes cloi'd with view of Tirranie A deed of death done on the Innocent Becoms not Titus broher get thee gone I see thou art not for my company Mar. Alas my Lord I haue but kild a flie An. But How if that Flie had a father and mother How would he hang his slender gilded wings And buz lamenting doings in the ayer Poore harmelesse Fly That with his pretty buzing melody Came heere to make vs merry And thou hast kil'd him Mar. Pardon me sir It was a blacke illfauour'd Fly Like to the Empresse Moore therefore I kild him An. O o o Then pardon me for reprehending thee For thou hast done a Charitable deed Giue me thy knife I will insult on him Flattering my selfes as if it were the Moore Come hither purposely to poyson me There 's for thy selfe and that 's for Tamira Ah sirra Yet I thinke we are not brought so low But that betweene vs we can kill a Fly That comes in likenesse of a Cole-blacke Moore Mar. Alas poore man griefe ha's so wrought on him He takes false shadowes for true substances An. Come take away Lauinia goe with me I le to thy closset and goe read with thee Sad stories chanced in the times of old Come boy and goe with me thy sight is young And thou shalt read when mine begin to dazell Exeunt Actus Quartus Enter young Lucius and Lauinia running after him and the Boy flies from her with his bookes vnder his arme Enter Titus and Marcus Boy Helpe Grandsier helpe my Aunt Lauinia Followes me euery where I know not why Good Vncle Marcus see how swift she comes Alas sweet Aunt I know not what you meane Mar. Stand by me Lucius doe not feare thy Aunt Titus She loues thee boy too well to doe thee harme Boy I when my father was in Rome she did Mar. What meanes my Neece Lauinia by these signes Ti. Feare not Lucius somewhat doth she meane See Lucius see how much she makes of thee Some whether would she haue thee goe with her Ah boy Cornelia neuer with more care Read to her sonnes then she hath read to thee Sweet Poetry and Tullies Oratour Canst thou not gesse wherefore she plies thee thus Boy My Lord I know not I nor can I gesse Vnlesse some fit or frenzie do possesse her For I haue heard my Grandsier say full oft Extremitie of griefes would make men mad And I haue read that Hecubae of Troy Ran mad through sorrow that made me to feare Although my Lord I know my noble Aunt Loues me as deare as ere my mother did And would not but in fury fright my youth Which made me downe to throw my bookes and flie Causles perhaps but pardon me sweet Aunt And Madam if my Vncle Marcus goe I will most willingly attend your Ladyship Mar. Lucius I will Ti. How now Lauinia Marcus what meanes this Some booke there is that she desires to see Which is it girle of these Open them boy But thou art deeper read and better skild Come and take choyse of all my Library And so beguile thy sorrow till the heauens Reueale the damn'd contriuer of this deed What booke Why lifts she vp her armes in sequence thus Mar. I thinke she meanes that ther was more then one Confederate in the fact I more there was Or else to heauen she heaues them to reuenge Ti. Lucius what booke is that she tosseth so Boy Grandsier 't is Ouids Metamorphosis My mother gaue it me Mar. For loue of her that 's gone Perhahs she culd it from among the rest Ti. Soft so busily she turnes the leaues Helpe her what would she finde Lauinia shall I read This is the tragicke tale of Philomel And treates of Tereus treason and his rape And rape I feare was roote of thine annoy Mar. See brother see note how she quotes the leaues Ti. Lauinia wert thou thus surpriz'd sweet girle Rauisht and wrong'd as Philomela was Forc'd in the ruthlesse vast and gloomy woods See see I such a place there is where we did hunt O had we neuer neuer hunted there Patern'd by that the Poet heere describes By nature made for murthers and for rapes Mar. O why should nature build so foule a den Vnlesse the Gods delight in tragedies Ti. Giue signes sweet girle for heere are none but friends What Romaine Lord it was durst do the deed Or slunke not Saturnine as Tarquin ersts That left the Campe to sinne in Lucrece bed Mar. Sit downe sweet Neece brother sit downe by me Apollo Pallas Ioue or Mercury Inspire me that I may this treason finde My Lord looke heere looke heere Lauinia He writes his Name with his staffe and guides it with feete and mouth This sandie plot is plaine guide if thou canst This after me I haue writ my name Without the helpe of any hand at all Curst be that hart that forc'st vs to that shift Write thou good Neece and heere display at last What God will haue discouered for reuenge Heauen guide thy pen to print thy sorrowes plaine That we may know the Traytors and the truth She takes the staffe in her mouth and guides it with her stumps and writes Ti. Oh doe ye read my Lord what she hath writs Stuprum Chiron Demetrius Mar. What what the lustfull sonnes of Tamora Performers of this hainous bloody deed Ti. Magni Dominator poli Tam lentus audis scelera tam lentus vides Mar. Oh calme thee gentle Lord Although I know There is enough written vpon this earth To stirre a mutinie in the mildest thoughts And arme the mindes of infants to exclaimes My Lord kneele downe with me Lauinia kneele And kneele sweet boy the Romaine Hectors hope And sweare with me as with the wofull Feere And father of that chast dishonoured Dame Lord Iunius Brutus sweare for Lucrece rape That we will prosecute by good aduise Mortall reuenge vpon these traytorous Gothes And see their blood or die with this reproach Ti. T is sure enough and you knew how But if you hunt these Beare-whelpes then beware The Dam will wake and if she winde you once Shee 's with the Lyon deepely still in league And Iulls him whilst she palyeth on her backe And when he sleepes will she do what she list You are a young huntsman Marcus let it alone And come I will goe get a leafe of brasse And with a Gad of steele will write these words And lay it by the angry Northerne winde Will blow these sands like Sibels leaues abroad And where 's your lesson then Boy what say you Boy I say my Lord that if I were a man Their mothers bed-chamber should not be safe For these bad bond-men to the yoake of Rome Mar. I that 's my boy thy father hath full oft For
Why sir that is as fit as can be to serue for your Oration and let him deliuer the Pigions to the Emperour from you Tit. Tell mee can you deliuer an Oration to the Emperour with a Grace Clowne Nay truely sir I could neuer say grace in all my life Tit. Sirrah come hither make no more adoe But giue your Pigeons to the Emperour By me thou shalt haue Iustice at his hands Hold hold meane while her 's money for thy charges Giue me pen and inke Sirrah can you with a Grace deliuer a Supplication Clowne I sir Titus Then here is a Supplication for you and when you come to him at the first approach you must kneele then kisse his foote then deliuer vp your Pigeons and then looke for your reward I le be at hand sir see you do it brauely Clowne I warrant you sir let me alone Tit. Sirrha hast thou a knife Come let me see it Heere Marcus fold it in the Oration For thou hast made it like an humble Suppliant And when thou hast giuen it the Emperour Knocke at my dore and tell me what he sayes Clowne God be with you sir I will Exit Tit. Come Marcus let vs goe Publius follow me Exeunt Enter Emperour and Empresse and her two sonnes the Emperour brings the Arrowes in his hand that Titus shot at him Satur. Why Lords What wrongs are these was euer seene An Emperour in Rome thus ouerborne Troubled Confronted thus and for the extent Of eg all iustice vs'd in such contempt My Lords you know the mightfull Gods How euer these disturbers of our peace Buz in the peoples eares there nought hath past But euen with law against the willfull Sonnes Of old Andronicus And what and if His sorrowes haue so ouerwhelm'd his wits Shall we be thus afflicted in his wreakes His fits his frenzie and his bitternesse And now he writes to heauen for his redresse See heere 's to Ioue and this to Mercury This to Apollo this to the God of warre Sweet scrowles to flie about the streets of Rome What 's this but Libelling against the Senate And blazoning our Iniustice euery where A goodly humour is it not my Lords As who would say in Rome no Iustice were But if I liue his fained extasies Shall be no shelter to these outrages But he and his shall know that Iustice liues In Saturninus health whom if he sleepe Hee 'l so awake as he in fury shall Cut off the proud'st Conspirator that liues Tamo My gracious Lord my louely Saturnine Lord of my life Commander of my thoughts Calme thee and beare the faults of Titus age Th' effects of sorrow for his valiant Sonnes Whose losse hath pier'st him deepe and scar'd his heart And rather comfort his distressed plight Then prosecute the meanest or the best For these contempts Why thus it shall become High witted Tamora to glose with all Aside But Titus I haue touch'd thee to the quicke Thy life blood out If Aaron now be wise Then is all safe the Anchor 's in the Port. Enter Clowne How now good fellow would'st thou speake with vs Clow. Yea forsooth and your Mistership be Emperiall Tam. Empresse I am but yonder sits the Emperour Clo. 'T is he God Saint Stephen giue you good den I haue brought you a Letter a couple of Pigions heere He reads the Letter Satu. Goe take him away and hang him presently Clowne How much money must I haue Tam. Come sirrah you must be hang'd Clow. Hang'd ber Lady then I haue brought vp a neck to a faire end Exit Satu. Despightfull and intollerable wrongs Shall I endure this monstrous villany I know from whence this same deuise proceedes May this be borne As if his traytrous Sonnes That dy'd by law for murther of our Brother Haue by my meanes beene butcher'd wrongfully Goe dragge the villaine hither by the haire Nor Age nor Honour shall shape priuiledge For this proud mocke I le be thy slaughter man Sly franticke wretch that holp'st to make me great In hope thy selfe should gouerne Rome and me Enter Nuntius Emillius Satur. What newes with thee Emillius Emil. Arme my Lords Rome neuer had more cause The Gothes haue gather'd head and with a power Of high resolued men bent to the spoyle They hither march amaine vnder conduct Of Lucius Sonne to old Andronicus Who threats in course of this reuenge to do As much as euer Coriolanus did King Is warlike Lucius Generall of the Gothes These tydings nip me and I hang the head As flowers with frost or grasse beat downe with stormes I now begins our sorrowes to approach 'T is he the common people loue so much My selfe hath often heard them say When I haue walked like a priuate man That Lucius banishment was wrongfully And they haue wisht that Lucius were their Emperour Tam. Why should you feare Is not our City strong King I but the Cittizens fauour Lucius And will reuolt from me to succour him Tam. King be thy thoughts Imperious like thy name Is the Sunne dim'd that Gnats do flie in it The Eagle suffers little Birds to sing And is not carefull what they meane thereby Knowing that with the shadow of his wings He can at pleasure stint their melodie Euen so mayest thou the giddy men of Rome Then cheare thy spirit for know thou Emperour I will enchaunt the old Andronicus With words more sweet and yet more dangerous Then baites to fish or hony stalkes to sheepe When as the one is wounded with the baite The other rotted with delicious foode King But he will not entreat his Sonne for vs. Tam. If Tamora entreat him then he will For I can smooth and fill his aged eare With golden promises that were his heart Almost Impregnable his old eares deafe Yet should both eare and heart obey my tongue Goe thou before to our Embassadour Say that the Emperour requests a parly Of warlike Lucius and appoint the meeting King Emillius do this message Honourably And if he stand in Hostage for his safety Bid him demaund what pledge will please him best Emill Your bidding shall I do effectually Exit Tam. Now will I to that old Andronicus And temper him with all the Art I haue To plucke proud Lucius from the warlike Gothes And now sweet Emperour be blithe againe And bury all thy feare in my deuises Satu. Then goe successantly and plead for him Exit Actus Quintus Flourish Enter Lucius with an Army of Gothes with Drum and Souldiers Luci. Approued warriours and my faithfull Friends I haue receiued Letters from great Rome Which signifies what hate they beare their Emperour And how desirous of our sight they are Therefore great Lords be as your Titles witnesse Imperious and impatient of your wrongs And wherein Rome hath done you any scathe Let him make treble satisfaction Goth. Braue slip sprung from the Great Andronicus Whose name was once our terrour now our comfort Whose high exploits and honourable Deeds Ingratefull Rome requites
He craues a parly at your Fathers house Willing you to demand your Hostages And they shall be immediately deliuered Goth. What saies our Generall Luc. Emillius let the Emperour giue his pledges Vnto my Father and my Vncle Marcus Flourish And we will come I march away Exeunt Enter Tamora and her two Sonnes disguised Tam. Thus in this strange and sad Habilliament I will encounter with Andronicus And say I am Reuenge sent from below To ioyne with him and right his hainous wrongs Knocke at his study where they say he keepes To ruminate strange plots of dire Reuenge Tell him Reuenge is come to ioyne with him And worke confusion on his Enemies They knocke and Titus opens his study dore Tit. Who doth mollest my Contemplation Is it your tricke to make me ope the dore That so my sad decrees may flie away And all my studie be to no effect You are deceiu'd for what I meane to do See heere in bloody lines I haue set downe And what is written shall be executed Tam. Titus I am come to talke with thee Tit. No not a word how can I grace my talke Wanting a hand to giue it action Thou hast the ods of me therefore no more Tam. If thou did'st know me Thou would'st talke with me Tit. I am not mad I know thee well enough Witnesse this wretched stump Witnesse these crimson lines Witnesse these Trenches made by griefe and care Witnesse the trying day and heauie night Witnesse all sorrow that I know thee well For our proud Empresse Mighty Tamora Is not thy comming for my other hand Tamo Know thou sad man I am not Tamora She is thy Enemie and I thy Friend I am Reuenge sent from th' infernall Kingdome To ease the gnawing Vulture of the mind By working wreakefull vengeance on my Foes Come downe and welcome me to this worlds light Conferre with me of Murder and of Death Ther 's not a hollow Caue or lurking place No Vast obscurity or Misty vale Where bloody Murther or detested Rape Can couch for feare but I will finde them out And in their eares tell them my dreadfull name Reuenge which makes the foule offenders quake Tit. Art thou Reuenge and art thou sent to me To be a torment to mine Enemies Tam. I am therefore come downe and welcome me Tit. Doe me some seruice ere I come to thee Loe by thy side where Rape and Murder stands Now giue some surance that thou art Reuenge Stab them or teare them on thy Chariot wheeles And then I le come and be thy Waggoner And whirle along with thee about the Globes Prouide thee two proper Palfries as blacke as Iet To hale thy vengefull Waggon swift away And finde out Murder in their guilty cares And when thy Car is loaden with their heads I will dismount and by the Waggon wheele Trot like a Seruile footeman all day long Euen from Eptons rising in the East Vntill his very downefall in the Sea And day by day I le do this heauy taske So thou destroy Rapine and Murder there Tam. These are my Ministers and come with me Tit. Are them thy Ministers what are they call'd Tam. Rape and Murder therefore called so Cause they take vengeance of such kind of men Tit. Good Lord how like the Empresse Son they are And you the Empresse But we worldly men Haue miserable mad mistaking eyes Oh sweet Reuenge now do I come to thee And if one armes imbracement will content thee I will imbrace thee in it by and by Tam. This closing with him fits his Lunacie What ere I forge to feede his braine-sicke fits Do you vphold and maintaine in your speeches For now he firmely takes me for Reuenge And being Credulous in this mad thought I le make him send for Lucius his Sonne And whil'st I at a Banquet hold him sure I le find some cunning practise out of hand To scatter and disperse the giddle Gothes Or at the least make them his Enemies See heere he comes and I must play my theame Tit. Long haue I bene forlorne and all for thee Welcome dread Fury to my woofull house Rapine and Murther you are welcome too How like the Empresse and her Sonnes you are Well are you fitted had you but a Moore Could not all hell afford you such a deuill For well I wote the Empresse neuer wags But in her company there is a Moore And would you represent our Queene aright It were conuenient you had such a deuill But welcome as you are what shall we doe Tam. What would'st thou haue vs doe Andronicus Dem. Shew me a Murtherer I le deale with him Chi. Shew me a Villaine that hath done a Rape And I am sent to be reueng'd on him Tam. Shew me a thousand that haue done thee wrong And I le be reuenged on them all Tit. Looke round about the wicked streets of Rome And when thou find'st a man that 's like thy selfe Good Murder stab him hee 's a Murtherer Goe thou with him and when it is thy hap To finde another that is like to thee Good Rapine stab him he is a Rauisher Go thou with them and in the Emperours Court There is a Queene attended by a Moore Well maist thou know her by thy owne proportion For vp and downe she doth resemble thee I pray thee doe on them some violent death They haue bene violent to me and mine Tam. Well hast thou lesson'd vs this shall we do But would it please thee good Andronicus To send for Lucius thy thrice Valiant Sonne Who leades towards Rome a Band of Warlike Gothes And bid him come and Banquet at thy house When he is heere euen at thy Solemne Feast I will bring in the Empresse and her Sonnes The Emperour himselfe and all thy Foes And at thy mercy shall they stoop and kneele And on them shalt thou ease thy angry heart What saies Andronicus to this deuise Enter Marcus Tit. Marcus my Brother 't is sad Titus calls Go gentle Marcus to thy Nephew Lucius Thou shalt enquire him out among the Gothes Bid him repaire to me and bring with him Some of the chiefest Princes of the Gothes Bid him encampe his Souldiers where they are Tell him the Emperour and the Empresse too Feasts at my house and he shall Feast with them This do thou for my loue and so let him As he regards his aged Fathers life Mar. This will I do and soone returne againe Tam. Now will I hence about thy businesse And take my Ministers along with me Tit. Nay nay let Rape and Murder stay with me Or els I le call my Brother backe againe And cleaue to no reuenge but Lucius Tam. What say you Boyes will you bide with him Whiles I goe tell my Lord the Emperour How I haue gouern'd our determined iest Yeeld to his Humour smooth and speake him faire And tarry with him till I turne againe Tit. I know them all though they suppose me mad And will ore-reach them in their owne
Fortinbras who by a Seal'd Compact Well ratified by Law and Heraldrie Did forfeite with his life all those his Lands Which he stood seiz'd on to the Conqueror Against the which a Moity competent Was gaged by our King which had return'd To the Inheritance of Fortinbras Had he bin Vanquisher as by the same Cou'nant And carriage of the Article designe His fell to Hamlet Now sir young Fortinbras Of vnimproued Mettle hot and full Hath in the skirts of Norway heere and there Shark'd vp a List of Landlesse Resolutes For Foode and Diet to some Enterprize That hath a stomacke in 't which is no other And it doth well appeare vnto our State But to recouer of vs by strong hand And termes Compulsatiue those foresaid Lands So by his Father lost and this I take it Is the maine Motiue of our Preparations The Sourse of this our Watch and the cheefe head Of this post-hast and Romage in the Land Enter Ghost againe But soft behold Loe where it comes againe I le crosse it though it blast me Stay Illusion If thou hast any sound or vse of Voyce Speake to me If there be any good thing to be done That may to thee do ease and grace to me speak to me If thou art priuy to thy Countries Fate Which happily foreknowing may auoyd Oh speake Or if thou hast vp-hoorded in thy life Extorted Treasure in the wombe of Earth For which they say you Spirits oft walke in death Speake of it Stay and speake Stop it Marcellus Mar. Shall I strike at ir with my Partizan Hor. Do if it will not stand Barn 'T is heere Hor. 'T is heere Mar. 'T is gone Exit Ghost We do it wrong being so Maiesticall To offer it the shew of Violence For it is as the Ayre invulnerable And our vaine blowes malicious Mockery Barn It was about to speake when the Cocke crew Hor. And then it started like a guilty thing Vpon a fearfull Summons I haue heard The Cocke that is the Trumpet to the day Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding Throate Awake the God of Day and at his warning Whether in Sea or Fire in Earth or Ayre Th' extrauagant and erring Spirit hyes To his Confine And of the truth heerein This present Obiect made probation Mar. It faded on the crowing of the Cocke Some sayes that euer ' gainst that Season comes Wherein our Sauiours Birth is celebrated The Bird of Dawning singeth all night long And then they say no Spirit can walke abroad The nights are wholsome then no Planets strike No Faiery talkes nor Witch hath power to Charme So hallow'd and so gracious is the time Hor. So haue I heard and do in part beleeue it But looke the Morne in Russet mantle clad Walkes o're the dew of you high Easterne Hill Breake we our Watch vp and by my aduice Let vs impart what we haue seene to night Vnto yong Hamlet For vpon my life This Spirit dumbe to vs will speake to him Do you consent we shall acquaint him with it As needfull in our Loues fitting our Duty Mar. Let do 't I pray and I this morning know Where we shall finde him most conueniently Exeunt Scena Secunda Enter Claudius King of Denmarke Gertrude the Queene Hamlet Polonius Laertes and his Sister Ophelia Lords Attendant King Though yet of Hamlet our deere Brothers death The memory be greene and that it vs befitted To beare our hearts in greefe and our whole Kingdome To be contracted in one brow of woe Yet so farre hath Discretion fought with Nature That we with wisest sorrow thinke on him Together with remembrance of our selues Therefore our sometimes Sister now our Queen Th' Imperiall Ioyntresse of this warlike State Haue we as 't were with a defeated ioy With one Auspicious and one Dropping eye With mirth in Funerall and with Dirge in Marriage In equall Scale weighing Delight and Dole Taken to Wife nor haue we heerein barr'd Your better Wisedomes which haue freely gone With this affaire along for all our Thankes Now followes that you know young Fortinbras Holding a weake supposall of our worth Or thinking by our late deere Brothers death Our State to be disioynt and out of Frame Colleagued with the dreame of his Aduantage He hath not fayl'd to pester vs with Message Importing the surrender of those Lands Lost by his Father with all Bonds of Law To our most valiant Brother So much for him Enter Voltemand and Cornelius Now for our selfe and for this time of meeting Thus much the businesse is We haue heere writ To Norway Vncle of young Fortinbras Who Impotent and Bedrid scarsely heares Of this his Nephewes purpose to suppresse His further gate heerein In that the Leuies The Lists and full proportions are all made Out of his subiect and we heere dispatch You good Cornelius and you Voltemand For bearing of this greeting to old Norway Giuing to you no further personall power To businesse with the King more then the scope Of these dilated Articles allow Farewell and let your hast commend your duty Volt. In that and all things will we shew our duty King We doubt it nothing heartily farewell Exit Voltemand and Cornelius And now Laertes what 's the newes with you You told vs of some suite What is' t Laertes You cannot speake of Reason to the Dane And loose your voyce What would'st thou beg Laertes That shall not be my Offer not thy Asking The Head is not more Natiue to the Heart The Hand more Instrumentall to the Mouth Then is the Throne of Denmarke to thy Father What would'st thou haue Laertes Laer. Dread my Lord Your leaue and fauour to returne to France From whence though willingly I came to Denmarke To shew my duty in your Coronation Yet now I must confesse that duty done My thoughts and wishes bend againe towards France And bow them to your gracious leaue and pardon King Haue you your Fathers leaue What sayes Pollonius Pol. He hath my Lord I do beseech you giue him leaue to go King Take thy faire houre Laertes time be thine And thy best graces spend it at thy will But now my Cosin Hamlet and my Sonne Ham. A little more then kin and lesse then kinde King How is it that the Clouds still hang on you Ham. Not so my Lord I am too much i' th' Sun Queen Good Hamlet cast thy nightly colour off And let thine eye looke like a Friend on Denmarke Do not for euer with thy veyled lids Seeke for thy Noble Father in the dust Thou know'st 't is common all that liues must dye Passing through Nature to Eternity Ham. I Madam it is common Queen If it be Why seemes it so particular with thee Ham. Seemes Madam Nay it is I know not Seemes 'T is not alone my Inky Cloake good Mother Nor Custōmary suites of solemne Blacke Nor windy suspiration of forc'd breath No nor the fruitfull Riuer in the Eye Nor the deiected hauiour of the Visage Together
about Most Lazar-like with vile and loathsome crust All my smooth Body Thus was I sleeping by a Brothers hand Of Life of Crowne and Queene at once dispatcht Cut off euen in the Blossomes of my Sinne Vnhouzzled disappointed vnnaneld No reckoning made but sent to my account With all my imperfections on my head Oh horrible Oh horrible most horrible If thou hast nature in thee beare it not Let not the Royall Bed of Denmarke be A Couch for Luxury and damned Incest But howsoeuer thou pursuest this Act Taint not thy mind nor let thy Soule contriue Against thy Mother ought leaue her to heauen And to those Thornes that in her bosome lodge To pricke and sting her Fare thee well at once The Glow-worme showes the Matine to be neere And gins to pale his vneffectuall Fire Adue adue Hamlet remember me Exit Ham. Oh all you host of Heauen Oh Earth what els And shall I couple Hell Oh fie hold my heart And you my sinnewes grow not instant Old But beare me stiffely vp Remember thee I thou poore Ghost while memory holds a seate In this distracted Globe Remember thee Yea from the Table of my Memory I le wipe away all triuiall fond Records All sawes of Bookes all formes all presures past That youth and obseruation coppied there And thy Commandment all alone shall liue Within the Booke and Volume of my Braine Vnmixt with baser matter yes yes by Heauen Oh most pernicious woman Oh Villaine Villaine smiling damned Villaine My Tables my Tables meet it is I set it downe That one may smile and smile and be a Villaine At least I 'm sure it may be so in Denmarke So Vnckle there you are now to my word It is Adue Adue Remember me I haue sworn't Hor. Mar. within My Lord my Lord. Enter Horatio and Marcellus Mar. Lord Hamlet Hor. Heauen secure him Mar. So be it Hor. Illo ho ho my Lord. Ham. Hillo ho ho boy come bird come Mar. How ist't my Noble Lord Hor. What newes my Lord Ham. Oh wonderfull Hor. Good my Lord tell it Ham. No you 'l reueale it Hor. Not I my Lord by Heauen Mar. Nor I my Lord. Ham. How say you then would heart of man once think it But you 'l be secret Both. I by Heau'n my Lord. Ham. There 's nere a villaine dwelling in all Denmarke But hee 's an arrant knaue Hor. There needs no Ghost my Lord come from the Graue to tell vs this Ham. Why right you are i' th' right And so without more circumstance at all I hold it-fit that we shake hands and part You as your busines and desires shall point you For euery man ha's businesse and desire Such as it is and for mine owne poore part Looke you I le goe pray Hor. These are but wild and hurling words my Lord. Ham. I 'm sorry they offend you heartily Yes faith heartily Hor. There 's no offence my Lord. Ham. Yes by Saint Patricke but there is my Lord And much offence too touching this Vision heere It is an honest Ghost that let me tell you For your desire to know what is betweene vs O're master't as you may And now good friends As you are Friends Schollers and Soldiers Giue me one poore request Hor. What is' t my Lord we will Ham. Neuer make known what you haue seen to night Both. My Lord we will not Ham Nay but swear 't Hor. Infaith my Lord not I. Mar. Nor I my Lord in faith Ham. Vpon my sword Marcell We haue sworne my Lord already Ham. Indeed vpon my sword Indeed Gho. Sweare Ghost cries vnder the Stage Ham. Ah ha boy sayest thou so Art thou there true-penny Come one you here this fellow in the selleredge Consent to sweare Hor. Propose the Oath my Lord. Ham. Neuer to speake of this that you haue seene Sweare by my sword Gho. Sweare Ham. Hic vbique Then wee 'l shift for grownd Come hither Gentlemen And lay your hands againe vpon my sword Neuer to speake of this that you haue heard Sweare by my Sword Gho. Sweare Ham. Well said old Mole can'st worke i' th' ground so fast A worthy Pioner once more remoue good friends Hor. Oh day and night but this is wondrous strange Ham. And therefore as a stranger giue it welcome There are more things in Heauen and Earth Horatio Then are dream't of in our Philosophy But come Here as before neuer so helpe you mercy How strange or odde so ere I beare my selfe As I perchance heereafter shall thinke meet To put an Anticke disposition on That you at such time seeing me neuer shall With Armes encombred thus or thus head shake Or by pronouncing of some doubtfull Phrase As well we know or we could and if we would Or if we list to speake or there be and if there might Or such ambiguous giuing out to note That you know ought of me this not to doe So grace and mercy at your most neede helpe you Sweare Ghost Sweare Ham. Rest rest perturbed Spirit so Gentlemen With all my loue I doe commend me to you And what so poore a man as Hamlet is May doe t' expresse his loue and friending to you God willing shall not lacke let vs goe in together And still your fingers on your lippes I pray The time is out of ioynt Oh cursed spight That euer I was borne to set it right Nay come let 's goe together Exeunt Actus Secundus Enter Polonius and Reynoldo Polon Giue him his money and these notes Reynoldo Reynol I will my Lord. Polon You shall doe maruels wisely good Reynoldo Before you visite him you make inquiry Of his behauiour Reynol My Lord I did intend it Polon Marry well said Very well said Looke you Sir Enquire me first what Danskers are in Paris And how and who what meanes and where they keepe What company at what expence and finding By this encompassement and drift of question That they doe know my sonne Come you more neerer Then your particular demands will touch it Take you as 't were some distant knowledge of him And thus I know his father and his friends And in part him Doe you marke this Reynoldo Reynol I very well my Lord. Polon And in part him but you may say not well But if 't be hee I meane hee s very wilde Addicted so and so and there put on him What forgeries you please marry none so ranke As may dishonour him take heed of that But Sir such wanton wild and vsuall slips As are Companions noted and most knowne To youth and liberty Reynol As gaming my Lord. Polon I or drinking fencing swearing Quarelling drabbing You may goe so farre Reynol My Lord that would dishonour him Polon Faith no as you may season it in the charge You must not put another scandall on him That hee is open to Incontinencie That 's not my meaning but breath his faults so quaintly That they may seeme the taints of liberty The flash and out-breake of a
fiery minde A sauagenes in vnreclaim'd bloud of generall assault Reynol But my good Lord. Polon Wherefore should you doe this Reynol I my Lord I would know that Polon Marry Sir heere 's my drift And I belieue it is a fetch of warrant You laying these slight sulleyes on my Sonne As 't were a thing a little soil'd i' th' working Marke you your party in conuerse him you would sound Hauing euer seene In the prenominate crimes The youth you breath of guilty be assur'd He closes with you in this consequence Good sir or so or friend or Gentleman According to the Phrase and the Addition Of man and Country Reynol Very good my Lord. Polon And then Sir does he this He does what was I about to say I was about to say somthing where did I leaue Reynol At closes in the consequence At friend or so and Gentleman Polon At closes in the consequence I marry He closes with you thus I know the Gentleman I saw him yesterday or tother day Or then or then with such and such and as you say There was he gaming there o're tooke in 's Rouse There falling out at Tennis or perchance I saw him enter such a house of saile Videlicet a Brothell or so forth See you now Your bait of falshood takes this Cape of truth And thus doe we of wisedome and of reach With windlesses and with assaies of Bias By indirections finde directions out So by my former Lecture and aduice Shall you my Sonne you haue me haue you not Reynol My Lord I haue Polon God buy you fare you well Reynol Good my Lord. Polon Obserue his inclination in your selfe Reynol I shall my Lord. Polon And let him plye his Musicke Reynol Well my Lord. Exit Enter Ophelia Polon Farewell How now Ophelia what 's the matter Ophe. Alas my Lord I haue beene so affrighted Polon With what in the name of Heauen Ophe. My Lord as I was sowing in my Chamber Lord Hamlet with his doublet all vnbrac'd No hat vpon his head his stockings foul'd Vngartred and downe giued to his Anckle Pale as his shirt his knees knocking each other And with a looke so pitious in purport As if he had been loosed out of hell To speake of horrors he comes before me Polon Mad for thy Loue Ophe. My Lord I doe not know but truly I do feare it Polon What said he Ophe. He tooke me by the wrist and held me hard Then goes he to the length of all his arme And with his other hand thus o're his brow He fals to such perusall of my face As he would draw it Long staid he so At last a little shaking of mine Arme And thrice his head thus wauing vp and downe He rais'd a sigh so pittious and profound That it did seeme to shatter all his bulke And end his being That done he lets me goe And with his head ouer his shoulders turn'd He seem'd to finde his way without his eyes For out adores he went without their helpe And to the last bended their light on me Polon Goe with me I will goe seeke the King This is the very extasie of Loue Whose violent property foredoes it selfe And leads the will to desperate Vndertakings As oft as any passion vnder Heauen That does afflict our Natures I am sorrie What haue you giuen him any hard words of late Ophe. No my good Lord but as you did command I did repell his Letters and deny'de His accesse to me Pol. That hath made him mad I am sorrie that with better speed and iudgement I had not quoted him I feare he did but trifle And meant to wracke thee but beshrew my iealousie It seemes it is as proper to our Age To cast beyond our selues in our Opinions As it is common for the yonger sort To lacke discretion Come go we to the King This must be knowne w c being kept close might moue More greefe to hide then hate to vtter loue Exeunt Scena Secunda Enter King Queene Rosincrane and Guildensterne Cumalijs King Welcome deere Rosincrance and Guildensterne Moreouer that we much did long to see you The neede we haue to vse you did prouoke Our hastie sending Something haue you heard Of Hamlets transformation so I call it Since not th' exterior nor the inward man Resembles that it was What it should bee More then his Fathers death that thus hath put him So much from th' vnderstanding of himselfe I cannot deeme of I intreat you both That being of so young dayes brought vp with him And since so Neighbour'd to his youth and humour That you vouchsafe your rest heere in our Court Some little time so by your Companies To draw him on to pleasures and to gather So much as from Occasions you may gleane That open'd lies within our remedie Qu. Good Gentlemen he hath much talk'd of you And sure I am two men there are not liuing To whom he more adheres If it will please you To shew vs so much Gentrie and good will As to expend your time with vs a-while For the supply and profit of our Hope Your Visitation shall receiue such thankes As fits a Kings remembrance Rosin Both your Maiesties Might by the Soueraigne power you haue of vs Put your dread pleasures more into Command Then to Entreatie Guil. We both obey And here giue vp our selues in the full bent To lay our Seruices freely at your feete To be commanded King Thankes Rosincrance and gentle Guildensterne Qu. Thankes Guildensterne and gentle Rosincrance And I beseech you instantly to visit My too much changed Sonne Go some of ye And bring the Gentlemen where Hamlet is Guil. Heauens make our presence and our practises Pleasant and helpfull to him Exit Queene Amen Enter Polonius Pol. Th' Ambassadors from Norwey my good Lord Are ioyfully return'd King Thou still hast bin the Father of good Newes Pol. Haue I my Lord Assure you my good Liege I hold my dutie as I hold my Soule Both to my God one to my gracious King And I do thinke or else this braine of mine Hunts not the traile of Policie so sure As I haue vs'd to do that I haue found The very cause of Hamlets Lunacie King Oh speake of that that I do long to heare Pol. Giue first admittance to th' Ambassadors My Newes shall be the Newes to that great Feast King Thy selfe do grace to them and bring them in He tels me my sweet Queene that he hath found The head and sourse of all your Sonnes distemper Qu. I doubt it is no other but the maine His Fathers death and our o're-hasty Marriage Enter Polonius Voltumand and Cornelius King Well we shall sift him Welcome good Frends Say Voltumand what from our Brother Norwey Volt. Most faire returne of Greetings and Desires Vpon our first he sent out to suppresse His Nephewes Leuies which to him appear'd To be a preparation ' gainst the Poleak But better look'd into he truly found It was against your Highnesse
great matter there Ham. Why Clo. 'T will not be seene in him there the men are as mad as he Ham. How came he mad Clo. Very strangely they say Ham. How strangely Clo. Faith e'ene with loosing his wits Ham. Vpon what ground Clo. Why heere in Denmarke I haue bin sixeteene heere man and Boy thirty yeares Ham. How long will a man lie ' i th' earth ere he rot Clo. I faith if he be not rotten before he die as we haue many pocky Coarses now adaies that will scarce hold the laying in he will last you some eight yeare or nine yeare A Tanner will last you nine yeare Ham. Why he more then another Clo. Why sir his hide is so tan'd with his Trade that he will keepe out water a great while And your water is a sore Decayer of your horson dead body Here 's a Scull now this Scul has laine in the earth three twenty years Ham. Whose was it Clo. A whoreson mad Fellowes it was Whose doe you thinke it was Ham. Nay I know not Clo. A pestlence on him for a mad Rogue a pou'rd a Flaggon of Renish on my head once This same Scull Sir this same Scull sir was Yoricks Scull the Kings Iester Ham. This Clo. E'ene that Ham. Let me see Alas poore Yorick I knew him Horatio a fellow of infinite Iest of most excellent fancy he hath borne me on his backe a thousand times And how abhorred my Imagination is my gorge rises at it Heere hung those lipps that I haue kist I know not how oft VVhere be your libes now Your Gambals Your Songs Your flashes of Merriment that were wont to set the Table on a Rore No one now to mock your own Ieering Quite chopfalne Now get you to my Ladies Chamber and tell her let her paint an inch thicke to this fauour she must come Make her laugh at that prythee Horatio tell me one thing Hor. What 's that my Lord Ham. Dost thou thinke Alexander lookt o' this fashion i' th' earth Hor. E'ene so Ham. And smelt so Puh Hor. E'ene so my Lord. Ham. To what base vses we may returne Horatio Why may not Imagination trace the Noble dust of Alexander till he find it stopping a bunghole Hor. 'T were to consider to curiously to consider so Ham. No faith not a iot But to follow him thether with modestie enough likeliehood to lead it as thus Alexander died Alexander was buried Alexander returneth into dust the dust is earth of earth we make Lome and why of that Lome whereto he was conuerted might they not stopp a Beere-barrell Imperiall Caesar dead and turn'd to clay Might stop a hole to keepe the winde away Oh that that earth which kept the world in awe Should patch a Wall t' expell the winters flaw But soft but soft aside heere comes the King Enter King Queene Laertes and a Coffin with Lords attendant The Queene the Courtiers Who is that they follow And with such maimed rites This doth betoken The Coarse they follow did with disperate hand Fore do it owne life 't was some Estate Couch we a while and mark Laer. What Cerimony else Ham. That is Laertes a very Noble youth Marke Laer. What Cerimony else Priest Her Obsequies haue bin as farre inlarg'd As we haue warrantis her death was doubtfull And but that great Command o're-swaies the order She should in ground vnsanctified haue lodg'd Till the last Trumpet For charitable praier Shardes Flints and Peebles should be throwne on her Yet heere she is allowed her Virgin Rites Her Maiden strewments and the bringing home Of Bell and Buriall Laer. Must there no more be done Priest No more be done We should prophane the seruice of the dead To sing sage Requiem and such rest to her As to peace-parted Soules Laer. Lay her i' th' earth And from her faire and vnpolluted flesh May Violets spring I tell thee churlish Priest A Ministring Angell shall my Sister be When thou liest howling Ham. What the faire Ophelia Queene Sweets to the sweet farewell I hop'd thou should'st haue bin my Hamlets wife I thought thy Bride-bed to haue deckt sweet Maid And not t' haue strew'd thy Graue Laer. Oh terrible woer Fall ten times trebble on that cursed head Whose wicked deed thy most Ingenious sence Depriu'd thee of Hold off the earth a while Till I haue caught her once more in mine armes Leaps in the graue Now pile your dust vpon the quicke and dead Till of this flat a Mountaine you haue made To o're top old Pelion or the skyish head Of blew Olympus Ham. What is he whose griefes Beares such an Emphasis whose phrase of Sorrow Coniure the wandring Starres and makes them stand Like wonder-wounded hearers This is I Hamlet the Dane Laer. The deuill take thy soule Ham. Thou prai'st not well I prythee take thy fingers from my throat Sir though I am not Spleenatiue and rash Yet haue I something in me dangerous Which let thy wisenesse feare Away thy hand King Pluck them asunder Qu. Hamlet Hamlet Gen. Good my Lord be quiet Ham. Why I will fight with him vppon this Theme Vntill my eielids will no longer wag Qu. Oh my Sonne what Theame Ham. I lou'd Ophelia fortie thousand Brothers Could not with all there quantitie of Loue Make vp my summe What wilt thou do for her King Oh he is mad Laertes Qu. For loue of God forbeare him Ham. Come show me what thou'lt doe Woo't weepe Woo't fight Woo't teare thy selfe Woo't drinke vp Esile eate a Crocodile I le doo 't Dost thou come heere to whine To outface me with leaping in her Graue Be buried quicke with her and so will I. And if thou prate of Mountaines let them throw Millions of Akers on vs till our ground Sindging his pate against the burning Zone Make Ossa like a wart Nay and thou l't mouth I le rant as well as thou Kin. This is meere Madnesse And thus awhile the fit will worke on him Anon as patient as the female Doue When that her golden Cuplet are disclos'd His silence will sit drooping Ham. Heare you Sir What is the reason that you vse me thus I loud you euer but it is no matter Let Hercules himselfe doe what he may The Cat will Mew and Dogge will haue his day Exit Kin. I pray you good Horatio wait vpon him Strengthen you patience in our last nights speech Wee 'l put the matter to the present push Good Gertrude set some watch ouer your Sonne This Graue shall haue a liuing Monument An houre of quiet shortly shall we see Till then in patience our proceeding be Exeunt Enter Hamlet and Horatio Ham. So much for this Sir now let me see the other You doe remember all the Circumstance Hor. Remember it my Lord Ham. Sir in my heart there was a kinde of fighting That would not let me sleepe me thought I lay Worse then the mutines in the Bilboes rashly And praise be rashnesse for it let vs know Our
my dying voyce So tell him with the occurrents more and lesse Which haue solicited The rest is silence O o o o Dyes Hora. Now cracke a Noble heart Goodnight sweet Prince And flights of Angels sing thee to thy rest Why do's the Drumme come hither Enter Fortinbras and English Ambassador with Drumme Colours and Attendants Fortin Where is this sight Hor. What is it ye would see If ought of woe or wonder cease your search For. His quarry cries on hauocke Oh proud death What feast is toward in thine eternall Cell That thou so many Princes at a shoote So bloodily hast strooke Amb. The sight is dismall And our affaires from England come too late The eares are senselesse that should giue vs hearing To tell him his command'ment is fulfill'd That Rosincrance and Guildensterne are dead Where should we haue our thankes Hor. Not from his mouth Had it th' abilitie of life to thanke you He neuer gaue command'ment for their death But since so iumpe vpon this bloodie question You from the Polake warres and you from England Are heere arriued Giue order that these bodies High on a stage be placed to the view And let me speake to th' yet vnknowing world How these things came about So shall you heare Of carnall bloudie and vnnaturall acts Of accidentall iudgements casuall slaughters Of death's put on by cunning and forc'd cause And in this vpshot purposes mistooke Falne on the Inuentors heads All this can I Truly deliuer For. Let vs hast to heare it And call the Noblest to the Audience For me with sorrow I embrace my Fortune I haue some Rites of memory in this Kingdome Which are ro claime my vantage doth Inuite me Hor. Of that I shall haue alwayes cause to speake And from his mouth Whose voyce will draw on more But let this same be presently perform'd Euen whiles mens mindes are wilde Lest more mischance On plots and errors happen For. Let foure Captaines Beare Hamlet like a Soldier to the Stage For he was likely had he beene put on To haue prou'd most royally And for his passage The Souldiours Musicke and the rites of Warre Speake lowdly for him Take vp the body Such a sight as this Becomes the Field but heere shewes much amis Go bid the Souldiers shoote Exeunt Marching after the which a Peale of Ordenance are shot off FINIS THE TRAGEDIE OF KING LEAR Actus Primus Scoena Prima Enter Kent Gloucester and Edmond Kent I Thought the King had more affected the Duke of Albany then Cornwall Glou. It did alwayes seeme so to vs But now in the diuision of the Kingdome it appeares not which of the Dukes hee valewes most for qualities are so weigh'd that curiosity in neither can make choise of eithers moity Kent Is not this your Son my Lord Glou. His breeding Sir hath bin at my charge I haue so often blush'd to acknowledge him that now I am braz'd too 't Kent I cannot conceiue you Glou. Sir this yong Fellowes mother could wherevpon she grew round womb'd and had indeede Sir a Sonne for her Cradle ere she had a husband for her bed Do you smell a fault Kent I cannot wish the fault vndone the issue of it being so proper Glou. But I haue a Sonne Sir by order of Law some yeere elder then this who yet is no deerer in my account though this Knaue came somthing sawcily to the world before he was sent for yet was his Mother fayre there was good sport at his making and the horson must be acknowledged Doe you know this Noble Gentleman Edmond Edm. No my Lord. Glou. My Lord of Kent Remember him heereafter as my Honourable Friend Edm. My seruices to your Lordship Kent I must loue you and sue to know you better Edm. Sir I shall study deseruing Glou. He hath bin out nine yeares and away he shall againe The King is comming Sennet Enter King Lear Cornwall Albany Gonerill Regan Cordelia and attendants Lear. Attend the Lords of France Burgundy Gloster Glou. I shall my Lord. Exit Lear. Meane time we shal expresse our darker purpose Giue me the Map there Know that we haue diuided In three our Kingdome and 't is our fast intent To shake all Cares and Businesse from our Age Conferring them on yonger strengths while we Vnburthen'd crawle toward death Our son of Cornwal And you our no lesse louing Sonne of Albany We haue this houre a constant will to publish Our daughters seuerall Dowers that future strife May be preuented now The Princes France Burgundy Great Riuals in our yongest daughters loue Long in our Court haue made their amorous soiourne And heere are to be answer'd Tell me my daughters Since now we will diuest vs both of Rule Interest of Territory Cares of State Which of you shall we say doth loue vs most That we our largest bountie may extend Where Nature doth with merit challenge Gonerill Our eldest borne speake first Gon. Sir I loue you more then word can weild y e matter Deerer then eye-sight space and libertie Beyond what can be valewed rich or rare No lesse then life with grace health beauty honor As much as Childe ere lou'd or Father found A loue that makes breath poore and speech vnable Beyond all manner of so much I loue you Cor. What shall Cordelia speake Loue and be silent Lear. Of all these bounds euen from this Line to this With shadowie Forrests and with Champains rich'd With plenteous Riuers and wide-skirted Meades We make thee Lady To thine and Albanies issues Be this perpetuall What sayes our second Daughter Our deerest Regan wife of Cornwall Reg. I am made of that selfe-mettle as my Sister And prize me at her worth In my true heart I finde she names my very deede of loue Onely she comes too short that I professe My selfe an enemy to all other ioyes Which the most precious square of sense professes And finde I am alone felicitate In your deere Highnesse loue Cor. Then poore Cordelia And yet not so since I am sure my loue 's More ponderous then my tongue Lear. To thee and thine hereditarie euer Remaine this ample third of our faire Kingdome No lesse in space validitie and pleasure Then that confeir'd on Gonerill Now our Ioy Although our last and least to whose yong loue The Vines of France and Milke of Burgundie Striue to be interest What can you say to draw A third more opilent then your Sisters speake Cor. Nothing my Lord. Lear. Nothing Cor. Nothing Lear. Nothing will come of nothing speake againe Cor. Vnhappie that I am I cannot heaue My heart into my mouth I loue your Maiesty According to my bond no more nor lesse Lear. How how Cordelia Mend your speech a little Least you may marre your Fortunes Cor. Good my Lord You haue begot me bred me lou'd me I returne those duties backe as are right fit Obey you Loue you and most Honour you Why haue my Sisters Husbands if they say They loue you
Peace be with Burgundie Since that respect and Fortunes are his loue I shall not be his wife Fra. Fairest Cordelia that art most rich being poore Most choise forsaken and most lou'd despis'd Thee and thy vertues here I seize vpon Be it lawfull I take vp what 's cast away Gods Gods 'T is strange that from their cold'st neglect My Loue should kindle to enflam'd respect Thy dowrelesse Daughter King throwne to my chance Is Queene of vs of ours and our faire France Not all the Dukes of watrish Burgundy Can buy this vnpriz'd precious Maid of me Bid them farewell Cordelia though vnkinde Thou loosest here a better where to finde Lear. Thou hast her France let her be thine for we Haue no such Daughter nor shall euer see That face of hers againe therfore be gone Without our Grace our Loue our Benizon Come Noble Burgundie Flourish Exeunt Fra. Bid farwell to your Sisters Cor. The Iewels of our Father with wash'd eies Cordelia leaues you I know you what you are And like a Sister am most loth to call Your faults as they are named Loue well our Father To your professed bosomes I commit him But yet alas stood I within his Grace I would prefer him to a better place So farewell to you both Regn. Prescribe not vs our dutie Gon. Let your study Be to content your Lord who hath receiu'd you At Fortunes almes you haue obedience scanted And well are worth the want that you haue wanted Cor. Time shall vnfold what plighted cunning hides Who couers faults at last with shame derides Well may you prosper Fra. Come my faire Cordelia Exit France and Cor. Gon. Sister it is not little I haue to say Of what most neerely appertaines to vs both I thinke our Father will hence to night Reg. That 's most certaine and with you next moneth with vs. Gon. You see how full of changes his age is the obseruation we haue made of it hath beene little he alwaies lou'd our Sister most and with what poore iudgement he hath now cast her off appeares too grossely Reg. 'T is the infirmity of his age yet he hath euer but slenderly knowne himselfe Gon. The best and soundest of his time hath bin but rash then must we looke from his age to receiue not alone the imperfections of long ingrafted condition but therewithall the vnruly way wardnesse that infirme and cholericke yeares bring with them Reg. Such vnconstant starts are we like to haue from him as this of Kents banishment Gon. There is further complement of leaue-taking betweene France and him pray you let vs sit together it our Father carry authority with such disposition as he beares this last surrender of his will but offend vs. Reg. We shall further thinke of it Gon. We must do something and i' th' heate Exeunt Scena Secunda Enter Bastard Bast Thou Nature art my Goddesse to thy Law My seruices are bound wherefore should I Stand in the plague of custome and permit The curiosity of Nations to depriue me For that I am some twelue or fourteene Moonshines Lag of a Brother Why Bastard Wherefore base When my Dimensions are as well compact My minde as generous and my shape as true As honest Madams issue Why brand they vs With Base With basenes Barstadie Base Base Who in the lustie stealth of Nature take More composition and fierce qualitie Then doth within a dull stale tyred bed Goe to th' creating a whole tribe of Fops Got 'tweene a sleepe and wake Well then Legitimate Edgar I must haue your land Our Fathers loue is to the Bastard Edmond As to th' legitimate fine word Legitimate Well my Legittimate if this Letter speed And my inuention thriue Edmond the base Shall to ' th' Legitimate I grow I prosper Now Gods stand vp for Bastards Enter Gloucester Glo. Kent banish'd thus and France in choller parted And the King gone to night Prescrib'd his powre Confin'd to exhibition All this done Vpon the gad Edmond how now What newes Bast So please your Lordship none Glou. Why so earnestly seeke you to put vp y t Letter Bast I know no newes my Lord. Glou. What Paper were you reading Bast Nothing my Lord. Glou. No what needed then that terrible dispatch of it into your Pocket The quality of nothing hath not such neede to hide it selfe Let 's see come if it bee nothing I shall not neede Spectacles Bast I beseech you Sir pardon mee it is a Letter from my Brother that I haue not all ore-read and for so much as I haue perus'd I finde it not fit for your ore-looking Glou. Giue me the Letter Sir Bast I shall offend either to detaine or giue it The Contents as in part I vnderstand them Are too blame Glou. Let 's see let 's see Bast I hope for my Brothers iustification hee wrote this but as an essay or taste of my Vertue Glou. reads This policie and reuerence of Age makes the world bitter to the best of our times keepes our Fortunes from vs till our oldnesse cannot rellish them I begin to finde an idle and fond bondage in the oppression of aged tyranny who swayes not as it hath power but as it is suffer'd Come to me that of this I may speake more If our Father would sleepe till I wak'd him you should enioy halfe his Reuennew for euer and liue the beloued of your Brother Edgar Hum Conspiracy Sleepe till I wake him you should enioy halfe his Reuennew my Sonne Edgar had hee a hand to write this A heart and braine to breede it in When came you to this Who brought it Bast It was not brought mee my Lord there 's the cunning of it I found it throwne in at the Casement of my Closset Glou. You know the character to be your Brothers Bast If the matter were good my Lord I durst swear it were his but in respect of that I would faine thinke it were not Glou. It is his Bast It is his hand my Lord but I hope his heart is not in the Contents Glo. Has he neuer before sounded you in this busines Bast Neuer my Lord. But I haue heard him oft maintaine it to be fit that Sonnes at perfect age and Fathers declin'd the Father should bee as Ward to the Son and the Sonne manage his Reuennew Glou. O Villain villain his very opinion in the Letter Abhorred Villaine vnnaturall detested brutish Villaine worse then brutish Go sirrah seeke him I le apprehend him Abhominable Villaine where is he Bast I do not well know my L. If it shall please you to suspend your indignation against my Brother til you can deriue from him better testimony of his intent you shold run a certaine course where if you violently proceed against him mistaking his purpose it would make a great gap in your owne Honor and shake in peeces the heart of his obedience I dare pawne downe my life for him that he hath writ this to feele my affection to your Honor
of the Skies Is man no more then this Consider him well Thou ow'st the Worme no Silke the Beast no Hide the Sheepe no Wooll the Cat no perfume Ha Here 's three on 's are sophisticated Thou art the thing it selfe vnaccommodated man is no more but such a poore bare forked Animall as thou art Off off you Lendings Come vnbutton heere Enter Gloucester with a Torch Foole. Prythee Nunckle be contented 't is a naughtie night to swimme in Now a little fire in a wilde Field were like an old Letchers heart a small spark all the rest on 's body cold Looke heere comes a walking fire Edg. This is the foule Flibbertigibbet hee begins at Curfew and walkes at first Cocke Hee giues the Web and the Pin squints the eye and makes the Hare-lippe Mildewes the white Wheate and hurts the poore Creature of earth Swithold footed thrice the old He met the Night-Mare and her nine-fold Bid her a-light and her troth-plight And aroynt thee Witch aroynt thee Kent How fares your Grace Lear. What 's he Kent Who 's there What is' t you seeke Glou. What are you there Your Names Edg. Poore Tom that eates the swimming Frog the Toad the Tod-pole the wall-Neut and the water that in the furie of his heart when the foule Fiend rages eats Cow-dung for Sallets swallowes the old Rat and the ditch-Dogge drinkes the green Mantle of the standing Poole who is whipt from Tything to Tything and stockt punish'd and imprison'd who hath three Suites to his backe sixe shirts to his body Horse to ride and weapon to weare But Mice and Rats and such small Deare Haue bin Toms food for seuen long yeare Beware my Follower Peace Smulkin peace thou Fiend Glou. What hath your Grace no better company Edg. The Prince of Darkenesse is a Gentleman Modo he 's call'd and Mahu Glou. Our flesh and blood my Lord is growne so vilde that it doth hate what gets it Edg. Poore Tom's a cold Glou. Go in with me my duty cannot suffer T' obey in all your daughters hard commands Though their Iniunction be to barre my doores And let this Tyrannous night take hold vpon you Yet haue I ventured to come seeke you out And bring you where both fire and food is ready Lear. First let me talke with this Philosopher What is the cause of Thunder Kent Good my Lord take his offer Go into th' house Lear. I le talke a word with this same lerned Theban What is your study Edg. How to preuent the Fiend and to kill Vermine Lear. Let me aske you one word in priuate Kent Importune him once more to go my Lord His wits begin t' vnsettle Glou. Canst thou blame him Storm still His Daughters seeke his death Ah that good Kent He said it would be thus poore banish'd man Thou sayest the King growes mad I le tell thee Friend I am almost mad my selfe I had a Sonne Now out-law'd from my blood he sought my life But lately very late I lou'd him Friend No Father his Sonne deerer true to tell thee The greefe hath craz'd my wits What a night 's this I do beseech your grace Lear. O cry you mercy Sir Noble Philosopher your company Edg. Tom's a cold Glou. In fellow there into th' Houel keep thee warm Lear. Come let 's in all Kent This way my Lord. Lear. With him I will keepe still with my Philosopher Kent Good my Lord sooth him Let him take the Fellow Glou. Take him you on Kent Sirra come on go along with vs. Lear. Come good Athenian Glou. No words no words hush Edg. Childe Rowland to the darke Tower came His word was still fie foh and fumme I smell the blood of a Brittish man Exeunt Scena Quinta Enter Cornwall and Edmund Corn. I will haue my reuenge ere I depart his house Bast How my Lord I may be censured that Nature thus giues way to Loyaltie something feares mee to thinke of Cornw. I now perceiue it was not altogether your Brothers euill disposition made him seeke his death but a prouoking merit set a-worke by a reprouable badnesse in himselfe Bast How malicious is my fortune that I must repent to be iust This is the Letter which hee spoake of which approues him an intelligent partie to the aduantages of France O Heauens that this Treason were not or not I the detector Corn. Go with me to the Dutchesse Bast If the matter of this Paper be certain you haue mighty businesse in hand Corn. True or false it hath made thee Earle of Gloucester seeke out where thy Father is that hee may bee ready for our apprehension Bast If I finde him comforting the King it will stuffe his suspition more fully I will perseuer in my course of Loyalty though the conflict be sore betweene that and my blood Corn. I will lay trust vpon thee and thou shalt finde a deere Father in my loue Exeunt Scena Sexta Enter Kent and Gloucester Glou. Heere is better then the open ayre take it thankfully I will peece out the comfort with what addition I can I will not be long from you Exit Kent All the powre of his wits haue giuen way to his impatience the Gods reward your kindnesse Enter Lear Edgar and Foole. Edg. Fraterretto cals me and tells me Nero is an Angler in the Lake of Darknesse pray Innocent and beware the foule Fiend Foole. Prythee Nunkle tell me whether a madman be a Gentleman or a Yeoman Lear. A King a King Foole. No he 's a Yeoman that ha's a Gentleman to his Sonne for hee 's a mad Yeoman that sees his Sonne a Gentleman before him Lear. To haue a thousand with red burning spits Come hizzing in vpon ' em Edg. Blesse thy fiue wits Kent O pitty Sir where is the patience now That you so oft haue boasted to retaine Edg. My teares begin to take his part so much They marre my counterfetting Lear. The little dogges and all Trey Blanch and Sweet-heart see they barke at me Edg. Tom will throw his head at them Auaunt you Curres be thy mouth or blacke or white Tooth that poysons if it bite Mastiffe Grey-hound Mongrill Grim Hound or Spaniell Brache or Hym Or Bobtaile tight or Troudle taile Tom will make him weepe and waile For with throwing thus my head Dogs leapt the hatch and all are fled Do de de de sese Come march to Wakes and Fayres And Market Townes poore Tom thy horne is dry Lear. Then let them Anatomize Regan See what breeds about her heart Is there any cause in Nature that make these hard-hearts You sir I entertaine for one of my hundred only I do not like the fashion of your garments You will say they are Persian but let them bee chang'd Enter Gloster Kent Now good my Lord lye heere and rest awhile Lear. Make no noise make no noise draw the Curtaines so so wee 'l go to Supper i' th' morning Foole. And I le go to bed at noone Glou. Come hither Friend
Where is the King my Master Kent Here Sir but trouble him not his wits are gon Glou. Good friend I prythee take him in thy armes I haue ore-heard a plot of death vpon him There is a Litter ready lay him in 't And driue toward Douer friend where thou shalt meete Both welcome and protection Take vp thy Master If thou should'st dally halfe an houre his life With thine and all that offer to defend him Stand in assured losse Take vp take vp And follow me that will to some prouision Giue thee quicke conduct Come come away Exeunt Scena Septima Enter Cornwall Regan Gonerill Bastard and Seruants Corn. Poste speedily to my Lord your husband shew him this Letter the Army of France is landed seeke out the Traitor Glouster Reg. Hang him instantly Gon. Plucke out his eyes Corn. Leaue him to my displeasure Edmond keepe you our Sister company the reuenges wee are bound to take vppon your Traitorous Father are not fit for your beholding Aduice the Duke where you are going to a most festiuate preparation we are bound to the like Our Postes shall be swift and intelligent betwixt vs. Farewell deere Sister farewell my Lord of Glouster Enter Steward How now Where 's the King Stew. My Lord of Glouster hath conuey'd him hence Some fiue or six and thirty of his Knights Hot Questrists after him met him at gate Who with some other of the Lords dependants Are gone with him toward Douer where they boast To haue well armed Friends Corn. Get horses for your Mistris Gon. Farewell sweet Lord and Sister Exit Corn. Edmund farewell go seek the Traitor Gloster Pinnion him like a Theefe bring him before vs Though well we may not passe vpon his life Without the forme of Iustice yet our power Shall do a curt'sie to our wrath which men May blame but not comptroll Enter Gloucester and Seruants Who 's there the Traitor Reg. Ingratefull Fox 't is he Corn. Binde fast his corky armes Glou. What meanes your Graces Good my Friends consider you are my Ghests Do me no foule play Friends Corn. Binde him I say Reg. Hard hard O filthy Traitor Glou. Vnmercifull Lady as you are I 'me none Corn. To this Chaire binde him Villaine thou shalt finde Glou. By the kinde Gods 't is most ignobly done To plucke me by the Beard Reg. So white and such a Traitor Glou. Naughty Ladie These haires which thou dost rauish from my chin Will quicken and accuse thee I am your Host With Robbers hands my hospitable fauours You should not ruffle thus What will you do Corn. Come Sir What Letters had you late from France Reg. Be simple answer'd for we know the truth Corn. And what confederacie haue you with the Traitors late footed in the Kingdome Reg. To whose hands You haue sent the Lunaticke King Speake Glou. I haue a Letter guessingly set downe Which came from one that 's of a newtrall heart And not from one oppos'd Corn. Cunning. Reg. And false Corn. Where hast thou sent the King Glou. To Douer Reg. Wherefore to Douer Was 't thou not charg'd at perill Corn. Wherefore to Douer Let him answer that Glou. I am tyed to ' th' Stake And I must stand the Course Reg. Wherefore to Douer Glou. Because I would not see thy cruell Nailes Plucke out his poore old eyes nor thy fierce Sister In his Annointed flesh sticke boarish phangs The Sea with such a storme as his bare head In Hell-blacke-night indur'd would haue buoy'd vp And quench'd the Stelled fires Yet poore old heart he holpe the Heauens to raine If Wolues had at thy Gate howl'd that sterne time Thou should'st haue said good Porter turne the Key All Cruels else subscribe but I shall see The winged Vengeance ouertake such Children Corn. See 't shalt thou neuer Fellowes hold y e Chaire Vpon these eyes of thine I le set my foote Glou. He that will thinke to liue till he be old Giue me some helpe O cruell O you Gods Reg. One side will mocke another Th' other too Corn. If you see vengeance Seru. Hold your hand my Lord I haue seru'd you euer since I was a Childe But better seruice haue I neuer done you Then now to bid you hold Reg. How now you dogge Ser. If you did weare a beard vpon your chin I 'ld shake it on this quarrell What do you meane Corn. My Villaine Seru. Nay then come on and take the chance of anger Reg. Giue me thy Sword A pezant stand vp thus Killes him Ser. Oh I am slaine my Lord you haue one eye left To see some mischefe on him Oh. Corn. Lest it see more preuent it Out vilde gelly Where is thy luster now Glou. All darke and comfortlesse Where 's my Sonne Edmund Edmund enkindle all the sparkes of Nature To quit this horrid acte Reg. Out treacherous Villaine Thou call'st on him that hates thee It was be That made the ouerture of thy Treasons to vs Who is too good to pitty thee Glou. O my Follies then Edgar was abus'd Kinde Gods forgiue me that and prosper him Reg. Go thrust him out at gates and let him smell His way to Douer Exit with Glouster How is' t my Lord How looke you Corn. I haue receiu'd a hurt Follow me Lady Turne out that eyelesse Villaine throw this Slaue Vpon the Dunghill Regan I bleed apace Vntimely comes this hurt Giue me your arme Exeunt Actus Quartus Scena Prima Enter Edgar Edg. Yet better thus and knowne to be contemn'd Then still contemn'd and flatter'd to be worst The lowest and most deiected thing of Fortune Stands still in esperance liues not in feare The lamentable change is from the best The worst returnes to laughter Welcome then Thou vnsubstantiall ayre that I embrace The Wretch that thou hast blowne vnto the worst Owes nothing to thy blasts Enter Glouster and an Oldman But who comes heere My Father poorely led World World O world But that thy strange mutations make vs hate thee Life would not yeelde to age Oldm. O my good Lord I haue bene your Tenant And your Fathers Tenant these fourescore yeares Glou. Away get thee away good Friend be gone Thy comforts can do me no good at all Thee they may hurt Oldm. You cannot see your way Glou. I haue no way and therefore want no eyes I stumbled when I saw Full oft 't is seene Our meanes secure vs and our meere defects Proue our Commodities Oh deere Sonne Edgar The food of thy abused Fathers wrath Might I but liue to see thee in my touch I 'ld say I had eyes againe Oldm. How now who 's there Edg. O Gods Who is' t can say I am at the worst I am worse then ere I was Old 'T is poore mad Tom. Edg. And worse I may be yet the worst is not So long as we can say this is the worst Oldm. Fellow where goest Glou. Is it a Beggar-man Oldm. Madman and beggar too Glou. He has some reason else he
slackely guarded and the search so slow That could not trace them 1 Howsoere 't is strange Or that the negligence may well be laugh'd at Yet is it true Sir 2 I do well beleeue you 1 We must forbeare Heere comes the Gentleman The Queene and Princesse Exeunt Scena Secunda Enter the Queene Posthumus and Imogen Qu. No be assur'd you shall not finde me Daughter After the slander of most Step-Mothers Euill-ey'd vnto you You 're my Prisoner but Your Gaoler shall deliuer you the keyes That locke vp your restraint For you Posthumus So soone as I can win th' offended King I will be knowne your Aduocate marry yet The fire of Rage is in him and 't were good You lean'd vnto his Sentence with what patience Your wisedome may informe you Post ' Please your Highnesse I will from hence to day Qu. You know the perill I le fetch a turne about the Garden pittying The pangs of barr'd Affections though the King Hath charg'd you should not speake together Exit Imo. O dissembling Curtesie How fine this Tyrant Can tickle where she wounds My deerest Husband I something feare my Fathers wrath but nothing Alwayes reseru'd my holy duty what His rage can do on me You must be gone And I shall heere abide the hourely shot Of angry eyes not comforted to liue But that there is this Iewell in the world That I may see againe Post My Queene my Mistris O Lady weepe no more least I giue cause To be suspected of more tendernesse Then doth become a man I will remaine The loyall'st husband that did ere plight troth My residence in Rome at one Filorio's Who to my Father was a Friend to me Knowne but by Letter thither write my Queene And with mine eyes I le drinke the words you send Though Inke be made of Gall. Enter Queene Qu. Be briefe I pray you If the King come I shall incurre I know not How much of his displeasure yet I le moue him To walke this way I neuer do him wrong But he do's buy my Iniuries to be Friends Payes deere for my offences Post Should we be taking leaue As long a terme as yet we haue to liue The loathnesse to depart would grow Adieu Imo. Nay stay a little Were you but riding forth to ayre your selfe Such parting were too petty Looke heere Loue This Diamond was my Mothers take it Heart But keepe it till you woo another Wife When Imogen is dead Post How how Another You gentle Gods giue me but this I haue And seare vp my embracements from a next With bonds of death Remaine remaine thou heere While sense can keepe it on And sweetest fairest As I my poore selfe did exchange for you To your so infinite losse so in our trifles I still winne of you For my sake weare this It is a Manacle of Loue I le place it Vpon this fayrest Prisoner Imo. O the Gods When shall we see againe Enter Cymbeline and Lords Post Alacke the King Cym. Thou basest thing auoyd hence from my sight If after this command thou fraught the Court With thy vnworthinesse thou dyest Away Thou' rt poyson to my blood Post The Gods protect you And blesse the good Remainders of the Court I am gone Exit Imo. There cannot be a pinch in death More sharpe then this is Cym. O disloyall thing That should'st repayre my youth thou heap'st A yeares age on meâ— Imo. I beseech you Sir Harme not your selfe with your vexation I am senselesse of your Wrath a Touch more rare Subdues all pangs all feares Cym. Past Grace Obedience Imo. Past hope and in dispaire that way past Grace Cym. That might'st haue had The sole Sonne of my Queene Imo. O blessed that I might not I chose an Eagle And did auoyd a Puttocke Cym. Thou took'st a Begger would'st haue made my Throne a Seate for basenesse Imo. No I rather added a lustre to it Cym. O thou vilde one Imo. Sir It is your fault that I haue lou'd Posthumus You bred him as my Play-fellow and he is A man worth any woman Ouer-buyes mee Almost the summe he payes Cym. What art thou mad Imo. Almost Sir Heauen restore me would I were A Neat-heards Daughter and my Leonatus Our Neighbour-Shepheards Sonne Enter Queene Cym. Thou foolish thing They were againe together you haue done Not after our command Away with her And pen her vp Qu. Beseech your patience Peace Deere Lady daughter peace Sweet Soueraigne Leaue vs to our selues and make your self some comfort Out of your best aduice Cym. Nay let her languish A drop of blood a day and being aged Dye of this Folly Exit Enter Pisanio Qu. Fye you must giue way Heere is your Seruant How now Sir What newes Pisa My Lord your Sonne drew on my Master Qu. Hah No harme I trust is done Pisa There might haue beene But that my Master rather plaid then fought And had no helpe of Anger they were parted By Gentlemen at hand Qu. I am very glad on 't Imo. Your Son 's my Fathers friend he takes his part To draw vpon an Exile O braue Sir I would they were in Affricke both together My selfe by with a Needle that I might pricke The goer backe Why came you from your Master Pisa On his command he would not suffer mee To bring him to the Hauen left these Notes Of what commands I should be subiect too When 't pleas'd you to employ me Qu. This hath beene Your faithfull Seruant I dare lay mine Honour He will remaine so Pisa I humbly thanke your Highnesse Qu. Pray walke a-while Imo. About some halfe houre hence Pray you speake with me You shall at least go see my Lord aboord For this time leaue me Exeunt Scena Tertia Enter Clotten and two Lords 1. Sir I would aduise you to shift a Shirt the Violence of Action hath made you reek as a Sacrifice where ayre comes out ayre comes in There 's none abroad so wholesome as that you vent Clot. If my Shirt were bloody then to shift it Haue I hurt him 2 No faith not so much as his patience 1 Hurt him His bodie 's a passable Carkasse if he bee not hurt It is a through-fare for Steele if it be not hurt 2 His Steele was in debt it went o' th' Backe-side the Towne Clot. The Villaine would not stand me 2 No but he fled forward still toward your face 1 Stand you you haue Land enough of your owne But he added to your hauing gaue you some ground 2 As many Inches as you haue Oceans Puppies Clot. I would they had not come betweene vs. 2 So would I till you had measur'd how long a Foole you were vpon the ground Clot. And that shee should loue this Fellow and refuse mee 2 If it be a sin to make a true election she is damn'd 1 Sir as I told you alwayes her Beauty her Braine go not together Shee 's a good signe but I haue seene small reflection of her wit 2
shall we finde The sharded-Beetle in a safer hold Then is the full-wing'd Eagle Oh this life Is Nobler then attending for a checke Richer then doing nothing for a Babe Prouder then rustling in vnpayd-for Silke Such gaine the Cap of him that makes him fine Yet keepes his Booke vncros'd no life to ours Gui. Out of your proofe you speak we poore vnfledg'd Haue neuer wing'd from view o' th' nest nor knowes not What Ayre 's from home Hap'ly this life is best If quiet life be best sweeter to you That haue a sharper knowne Well corresponding With your stiffe Age but vnto vs it is A Cell of Ignorance trauailing a bed A Prison or a Debtor that not dares To stride a limit Arui What should we speake of When we are old as you When we shall heare The Raine and winde beate darke December How In this our pinching Caue shall we discourse The freezing houres away We haue seene nothing We are beastly subtle as the Fox for prey Like warlike as the Wolfe for what we eate Our Valour is to chace what flyes Our Cage We make a Quite as doth the prison'd Bird And sing our Bondage freely Bel. How you speake Did you but know the Citties Vsuries And felt them knowingly the Art o' th' Court As hard to leaue as keepe whose top to climbe Is certaine falling or so slipp'ry that The feare 's as bad as falling The toyle o' th' Warre A paine that onely seemes to seeke out danger I' th' name of Fame and Honor which dyes i' th' search And hath as oft a sland'rous Epitaph As Record of faire Act. Nay many times Doth ill deserue by doing well what 's worse Must curt'sie at the Censure Oh Boyes this Storie The World may reade in me My bodie 's mark'd With Roman Swords and my report was once First with the best of Note Cymbeline lou'd me And when a Souldier was the Theame my name Was not farre off then was I as a Tree Whose boughes did bend with fruit But in one night A Storme or Robbery call it what you will Shooke downe my mellow hangings nay my Leaues And left me bare to weather Gui. Vncertaine fauour Bel. My fault being nothing as I haue told you oft But that two Villaines whose false Oathes preuayl'd Before my perfect Honor swore to Cymbeline I was Confederate with the Romanes so Followed my Banishment and this twenty yeeres This Rocke and these Demesnes haue bene my World Where I haue liu'd at honest freedome payed More pious debts to Heauen then in all The fore-end of my time But vp to ' th' Mountaines This is not Hunters Language he that strikes The Venison first shall be the Lord o' th' Feast To him the other two shall minister And we will feare no poyson which attends In place of greater State I le meete you in the Valleyes Exeunt How hard it is to hide the sparkes of Nature These Boyes know little they are Sonnes to ' th' King Nor Cymbeline dreames that they are aliue They thinke they are mine And though train'd vp thus meanely I' th' Caue whereon the Bowe their thoughts do hit The Roofes of Palaces and Nature prompts them In simple and lowe things to Prince it much Beyond the tricke of others This Paladour The heyre of Cymbeline and Britaine who The King his Father call'd Guiderius Ioue When on my three-foot stoole I sit and tell The warlike feats I haue done his spirits flye out Into my Story say thus mine Enemy fell And thus I set my foote on 's necke euen then The Princely blood flowes in his Cheeke he sweats Straines his yong Nerues and puts himselfe in posture That acts my words The yonger Brother Cadwall Once Aruiragus in as like a figure Strikes life into my speech and shewes much more His owne conceyuing Hearke the Game is rows'd Oh Cymbeline Heauen and my Conscience knowes Thou didd'st vniustly banish me whereon At three and two yeeres old I stole these Babes Thinking to barre thee of Succession as Thou refts me of my Lands Euriphile Thou was 't their Nurse they took thee for their mother And euery day do honor to her graue My selfe Belarius that am Mergan call'd They take for Naturall Father The Game is vp Exit Scena Quarta Enter Pisanio and Imogen Imo. Thou told'st me when we came froÌ„ horse y e place Was neere at hand Ne're long'd my Mother so To see me first as I haue now Pisanio Man Where is Posthumus What is in thy mind That makes thee stare thus Wherefore breaks that sigh From th' inward of thee One but painted thus Would be interpreted a thing perplex'd Beyond selfe-explication Put thy selfe Into a hauiour of lesse feare ere wildnesse Vanquish my stayder Senses What 's the matter Why tender'st thou that Paper to me with A looke vntender If 't be Summer Newes Smile too 't before if Winterly thou need'st But keepe that count'nance stil My Husbands hand That Drug-damn'd Italy hath out-craftied him And hee 's at some hard point Speake man thy Tongue May take off some extreamitie which to reade Would be euen mortall to me Pis Please you reade And you shall finde me wretched man a thing The most disdain'd of Fortune Imogen reades THy Mistris Pisanio hath plaide the Strumpet in my Bed the Testimonies whereof lyes bleeding in me I speak not out of weake Surmises but from proofe as strong as my greefe and as certaine as I expect my Reuenge Th◠〈◊〉 thou Pisanio must acte for me if thy Faith be not tainted with the breach of hers let thine owne hands take away her life I shall giue thee opportunity at Milford Hauen She hath my Letter for the purpose where if thou feare to strike and to make mee certaine it is done thou art the Pander to her dishonour and equally to me disloyall Pâ—s What shall I need to draw my Sword the Paper Hath cut her throat alreadie No 't is Slander Whose edge is sharper then the Sword whose tongue Out-venomes all the Wormes of Nyle whose breath Rides on the posting windes and doth belye All corners of the World Kings Queenes and States Maides Matrons nay the Secrets of the Graue This viperous slander enters What cheere Madam Imo. False to his Bed What is it to be false To lye in watch there and to thinke on him To weepe 'twixt clock and clock If sleep charge Nature To breake it with a fearfull dreame of him And cry my selfe awake That 's false to 's bed Is it Pisa Alas good Lady Imo. I false Thy Conscience witnesse Iachimo Thou didd'st accuse him of Incontinencie Thou then look'dst like a Villaine now me thinkes Thy fauours good enough Some Iay of Italy Whose mother was her painting hath betraid him Poore I am stale a Garment out of fashion And for I am richer then to hang by th' walles I must be ript To peeces with me Oh! Mens Vowes are womens Traitors All good seeming By thy reuolt oâ— Husband shall
and Girles all must As Chimney-Sweepers come to dust Arui Feare no more the frowne o' th' Great Thou art past the Tirants stroake Care no more to cloath and eate To thee the Reede is as the Oake The Scepter Learning Physicke must All follow this and come to dust Guid. Feare no more the Lightning flash Arui Nor th' all-dreaded Thunderstone Gui. Feare not Slander Censure rash Arui Thou hast finish'd Ioy and mâ—ne Both. All Louers young all Louers must Consigne to thee and come to dust Guid. No Exorcisâ—r harme thee Arui Nor no witch-craft charme thee Guid. Ghost vnlaid forbeare thee Arui Nothing ill come neere thee Both. Quiet consumation haue And renowned be thy graue Enter Belarius with the body of Cloten Gui. We haue done our obsequies Come lay him downe Bel. Heere 's a few Flowres but 'bout midnight more The hearbes that haue on them cold dew o' th' night Are strewings fir'st for Graues vpon their Faces You were as Flowres now wither'd euen so These Herbelets shall which we vpon you strew Come on away apart vpon our knees The ground that gaue them first ha's them againe Their pleasures here are past so are their paine Exeunt Imogen awakes Yes Sir to Milford-Hauen which is the way I thanke you by yond bush pray how farre thether ' Ods pittikins can it be sixe mile yet I haue gone all night 'Faith I le lye downe and sleepe But soft no Bedfellow Oh Gods and Goddesses These Flowres are like the pleasures of the World This bloody man the care on 't I hope I dreame For so I thought I was a Caue-keeper And Cooke to honest Creatures But 't is not so 'T was but a bolt of nothing shot at nothing Which the Braine makes of Fumes Our very eyes Are sometimes like our Iudgements blinde Good faith I tremble still with feare but if there be Yet left in Heauen as small a drop of pittie As a Wrens eye fear'd Gods a part of it The Dreame 's heere still euen when I wake it is Without me as within me not imagin'd felt A headlesse man The Garments of Posthumus I know the shape of 's Legge this is his Hand His Foote Mercuriall his martiall Thigh The brawnes of Hercules but his Iouiall face Murther in heauen How 't is gone Pisanio All Curses madded Hecuba gaue the Greekes All mine to boot be darted on thee thou Conspir'd with that Irregulous diuell Cloten Hath heere cut off my Lord. To write and read Be henceforth treacherous Damn'd Pisanio Hath with his forged Letters damn'd Pisanio From this most brauest vessell of the world Strooke the maine top Oh Posthumus alas Where is thy head where 's that Aye me where 's that Pisanio might haue kill'd thee at the heart And left this head on How should this be Pisanio 'T is he and Cloten Malice and Lucre in them Haue laid this Woe heere Oh 't is pregnant pregnant The Drugge he gaue me which hee said was precious And Cordiall to me haue I not found it Murd'rous to ' th' Senses That confirmes it home This is Pisanio's deede and Cloten Oh! Giue colour to my pale cheeke with thy blood That we the horrider may seeme to those Which chance to finde vs. Oh my Lord my Lord Enter Lucius Captaines and a Soothsayer Cap. To them the Legions garrison'd in Gallia After your will haue crost the Sea attending You heere at Milford-Hauen with your Shippes They are heere in readinesse Luc. But what from Rome Cap The Senate hath stirr'd vp the Confiners And Gentlemen of Italy most willing Spirits That promise Noble Seruice and they come Vnder the Conduct of bold Iachimo Syenna's Brother Luc. When expect you them Cap. With the next benefit o' th' winde Luc. This forwardnesse Makes our hopes faire Command our present numbers Be muster'd bid the Captaines looke too 't Now Sir What haue you dream'd of late of this warres purpose Sooth. Last night the very Gods shew'd me a vision I fast and pray'd for their Intelligence thus I saw Ioues Bird the Roman Eagle wing'd From the spungy South to this part of the West There vanish'd in the Sun-beames which portends Vnlesse my sinnes abuse my Diuination Successe to th' Roman hoast Luc. Dreame often so And neuer false Soft hoa what truncke is heere Without his top The ruine speakes that sometime It was a worthy building How a Page Or dead or sleeping on him But dead rather For Nature doth abhorre to make his bed With the defunct or sleepe vpon the dead Let 's see the Boyes face Cap. Hee 's aliue my Lord. Luc. Hee 'l then instruct vs of this body Young one Informe vs of thy Fortunes for it seemes They craue to be demanded who is this Thou mak'st thy bloody Pillow Or who was he That otherwise then noble Nature did Hath alter'd that good Picture What 's thy interest In this sad wracke How came't Who is' t What art thou Imo. I am nothing or if not Nothing to be were better This was my Master A very valiant Britaine and a good That heere by Mountaineers lyes slaine Alas There is no more such Masters I may wander From East to Occident cry out for Seruice Try many all good serue truly neuer Finde such another Master Luc. ' Lacke good youth Thou mou'st no lesse with thy complaining then Thy Maister in bleeding say his name good Friend Imo. Richard du Champ If I do lye and do No harme by it though the Gods heare I hope They 'l pardon it Say you Sir Luc. Thy name Imo. Fidele Sir Luc. Thou doo'st approue thy selfe the very same Thy Name well sits thy Faith thy Faith thy Name Wilt take thy chance with me I will not say Thou shalt be so well master'd but be sure No lesse belou'd The Romane Emperors Letters Sent by a Consull to me should not sooner Then thine owne worth preferre thee Go with me Imo. I le follow Sir But first and 't please the Gods I le hide my Master from the Flies as deepe As these poore Pickaxes can digge and when With wild wood-leaues weeds I ha' strew'd his graue And on it said a Century of prayers Such as I can twice o're I le weepe and sighe And leauing so his seruice follow you So please you entertaine mee Luc. I good youth And rather Father thee then Master thee My Friends The Boy hath taught vs manly duties Let vs Finde out the prettiest Dazied-Plot we can And make him with our Pikes and Partizans A Graue Come Athie him Boy hee 's preferr'd By thee to vs and he shall be interr'd As Souldiers can Be cheerefull wipe thine eyes Some Falles are meanes the happier to arise Exeunt Scena Tertia Enter Cymbeline Lords and Pisanio Cym. Againe and bring me word how 't is with her A Feauour with the absence of her Sonne A madnesse of which her life 's in danger Heauens How deeply you at once do touch me Imogen The great part of my
not speake to me Imo. Your blessing Sir Bel. Though you did loue this youth I blame ye not You had a motiue for 't Cym. My teares that fall Proue holy-water on thee Imogen Thy Mothers dead Imo. I am sorry for 't my Lord. Cym. Oh she was naught and long of her it was That we meet heere so strangely but her Sonne Is gone we know not how nor where Pisa My Lord Now feare is from me I le speake troth Lord Cloten Vpon my Ladies missing came to me With his Sword drawne foam'd at the mouth and swore If I discouer'd not which way she was gone It was my instant death By accident I had a feigned Letter of my Masters Then in my pocket which directed him To seeke her on the Mountaines neere to Milford Where in a frenzie in my Masters Garments Which he inforc'd from me away he postes With vnchaste purpose and with oath to violate My Ladies honor what became of him I further know not Gui. Let me end the Story I slew him there Cym. Marry the Gods forefend I would not thy good deeds should from my lips Plucke a hard sentence Prythee valiant youth Deny 't againe Gui. I haue spoke it and I did it Cym. He was a Prince Gui. A most inciuill one The wrongs he did mee Were nothing Prince-like for he did prouoke me With Language that would make me spurne the Sea If it could so roare to me I cut off's head And am right glad he is not standing heere To tell this tale of mine Cym. I am sorrow for thee By thine owne tongue thou art condemn'd and must Endure our Law Thou' rt dead Imo. That headlesse man I thought had bin my Lord Cym. Binde the Offender And take him from our presence Bel. Stay Sir King This man is better then the man he slew As well descended as thy selfe and hath More of thee merited then a Band of Clotens Had euer scarre for Let his Armes alone They were not borne for bondage Cym. Why old Soldier Wilt thou vndoo the worth thou art vnpayd for By tasting of our wrath How of descent As good as we Arui In that he spake too farre Cym. And thou shalt dye for 't Bel. We will dye all three But I will proue that two one 's are as good As I haue giuen out him My Sonnes I must For mine owne part vnfold a dangerous speech Though haply well for you Arui Your danger 's ours Guid. And our good his Bel. Haue at it then by leaue Thou hadd'st great King a Subiect who Was call'd Belarius Cym. What of him He is a banish'd Traitor Bel. He it is that hath Assum'd this age indeed a banish'd man I know not how a Traitor Cym. Take him hence The whole world shall not saue him Bel. Not too hot First pay me for the Nursing of thy Sonnes And let it be confiscate all so soone As I haue receyu'd it Cym. Nursing of my Sonnes Bel. I am too blunt and sawcy heere 's my knee Ere I arise I will preferre my Sonnes Then spare not the old Father Mighty Sir These two young Gentlemen that call me Father And thinke they are my Sonnes are none of mine They are the yssue of your Loynes my Liege And blood of your begetting Cym. How my Issue Bel. So sure as you your Fathers I old Morgan Am that Belarius whom you sometime banish'd Your pleasure was my neere offence my punishment It selfe and all my Treason that I suffer'd Was all the harme I did These gentle Princes For such and so they are these twenty yeares Haue I train'd vp those Arts they haue as I Could put into them My breeding was Sir As your Highnesse knowes Their Nurse Euriphile Whom for the Theft I wedded stole these Children Vpon my Banishment I moou'd her too 't Hauing receyu'd the punishment before For that which I did then Beaten for Loyaltie Excited me to Treason Their deere losse The more of you 't was felt the more it shap'd Vnto my end of stealing them But gracious Sir Heere are your Sonnes againe and I must loose Two of the sweet'st Companions in the World The benediction of these couering Heauens Fall on their heads liks dew for they are worthie To in-lay Heauen with Starres Cym. Thou weep'st and speak'st The Seruice that you three haue done is more Vnlike then this thou tell'st I lost my Children If these be they I know not how to wish A payre of worthier Sonnes Bel. Be pleas'd awhile This Gentleman whom I call Polidore Most worthy Prince as yours is true Guiderius This Gentleman my Cadwall Aruiragus Your yonger Princely Son he Sir was lapt In a most curious Mantle wrought by th' hand Of his Queene Mother which for more probation I can with ease produce Cym. Guiderius had Vpon his necke a Mole a sanguine Starre It was a marke of wonder Bel. This is he Who hath vpon him still that naturall stampe It was wise Natures end in the donation To be his euidence now Cym. Oh what am I A Mother to the byrth of three Nere Mother Reioyc'd deliuerance more Blest pray you be That after this strange starting from your Orbes You may reigne in them now Oh Imogen Thou hast lost by this a Kingdome Imo. No my Lord I haue got two Worlds by 't Oh my gentle Brothers Haue we thus met Oh neuer say heereafter But I am truest speaker You call'd me Brother When I was but your Sister I you Brothers When we were so indeed Cym. Did you ere meete Arui I my good Lord. Gui. And at first meeting lou'd Continew'd so vntill we thought he dyed Corn. By the Queenes Dramme she swallow'd Cym. O rare instinct When shall I heare all through This fierce abridgment Hath to it Circumstantiall branches which Distinction should be rich in Where how liu'd you And when came you to serue our Romane Captiue How parted with your Brother How first met them Why fled you from the Court And whether these And your three motiues to the Battaile with I know not how much more should be demanded And all the other by-dependances From chance to chance But nor the Time nor Place Will serue our long Interrogatories See Posthumus Anchors vpon Imogen And she like harmlesse Lightning throwes her eye On him her Brothers Me her Master hitting Each obiect with a Ioy the Counter-change Is seuerally in all Let 's quit this ground And smoake the Temple with our Sacrifices Thou art my Brother so wee 'l hold thee euer Imo. You are my Father too and did releeue me To see this gracious season Cym. All ore-ioy'd Saue these in bonds let them be ioyfull too For they shall taste our Comfort Imo. My good Master I will yet do you seruice Luc. Happy be you Cym. The forlorne Souldier that no Nobly fought He would haue well becom'd this place and grac'd The thankings of a King Post I am Sir The Souldier that did company these three In poore beseeming 't was
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
Body strong enough Euen as we are to equall with the King L. Bar. What is the King but fiue twenty thousand Hast To vs no more nay not so much Lord Bardolf For his diuisions as the Times do braul Are in three Heads one Power against the French And one against Glendower Perforce a third Must take vp vs So is the vnfirme King In three diuided and his Coffers sound With hollow Pouerty and Emptinesse Ar. That he should draw his seuerall strengths togither And come against vs in full puissance Need not be dreaded Hast If he should do so He leaues his backe vnarm'd the French and Welch Baying him at the heeles neuer feare that L. Bar. Who is it like should lead his Forces hither Hast The Duke of Lancaster and Westmerland Against the Welsh himselfe and Harrie Monmouth But who is substituted ' gainst the French I haue no certaine notice Arch. Let vs on And publish the occasion of our Armes The Common-wealth is sicke of their owne Choice Their ouer-greedy loue hath surfetted An habitation giddy and vnsure Hath he that buildeth on the vulgar heart O thou fond Many with what loud applause Did'st thou beate heauen with blessing Bullingbrooke Before he was what thou would'st haue him be And being now trimm'd in thine owne desires Thou beastly Feeder art so full of him That thou prouok'st thy selfe to cast him vp So so thou common Dogge did'st thou disgorge Thy glutton-bosome of the Royall Richard And now thou would'st eate thy dead vomit vp And howl'st to finde it What trust is in these Times They that when Richard liu'd would haue him dye Are now become enamour'd on his graue Thou that threw'st dust vpon goodly head When through proud London he came sighing on After th' admired heeles of Bullingbrooke Cri'st now O Earth yeeld vs that King agine And take thou this O thoughts of men accurs'd Past and to Come seemes best things Present worst Mow. Shall we go draw our numbers and set on Hast. We are Times subiects and Time bids be gon Actus Secundus Scoena Prima Enter Hostesse with two Officers Fang and Snare Hostesse Mr. Fang haue you entred the Action Fang It is enter'd Hostesse Wher 's your Yeoman Is it a lusty yeoman Will he stand to it Fang Sirrah where 's Snare Hostesse I I good M. Snare Snare Heere heere Fang Snare we must Arrest Sir Iohn Falstaffe Host I good M. Snare I haue enter'd him and all Sn. It may chance cost some of vs our liues he wil stab Hostesse Alas the day take heed of him he stabd me in mine owne house and that most beastly he cares not what mischeefe he doth if his weapon be out Hee will foyne like any diuell he will spare neither man woman nor childe Fang If I can close with him I care not for his thrust Hostesse No nor I neither I le be at your elbow Fang If I but fist him once if he come but within my Vice Host I am vndone with his going I warrant he is an infinitiue thing vpon my score Good M. Fang hold him sure good M. Snare let him not scape he comes continuantly to Py-Corner sauing your manhoods to buy a saddle and hee is indited to dinner to the Lubbars head in Lombardstreet to M. Smoothes the Silkman I pra'ye since my Exion is enter'd and my Case so openly known to the world let him be brought in to his answer A 100. Marke is a long one for a poore lone woman to beare I haue borne and borne and borne and haue bin fub'd off and fub'd-off from this day to that day that it is a shame to be thought on There is no honesty in such dealing vnles a woman should be made an Asse and a Beast to beare euery Knaues wrong Enter Falstaffe and Bardolfe Yonder he comes and that arrant Malmesey-Nose Bardolfe with him Do your Offices do your offices M. Fang M. Snare do me do me do me your Offices Fal. How now whose Mare 's dead what 's the matter Fang Sir Iohn I arrest you at the suit of Mist Quickly Falst Away Varlets draw Bardolfe Cut me off the Villaines head throw the Queane in the Channel Host Throw me in the channell I le throw thee there Wilt thou wilt thou thou bastardly rogue Murder murder O thou Hony-suckle villaine wilt thou kill Gods officers and the Kings O thou hony-seed Rogue thou art a honyseed a Man-queller and a woman-queller Falst Keep them off Bardolfe Fang A rescu a rescu Host Good people bring a rescu Thou wilt not thou wilt not Do do thou Rogue Do thou Hempseed Page Away you Scullion you Rampallian you Fustillirian I le tucke your Catastrophe Enter Ch. Iustice Iust What 's the matter Keepe the Peace here hoa Host Good my Lord be good to mee I beseech you stand to me Ch. Iust How now sir Iohn What are you brauling here Doth this become your place your time and businesse You should haue bene well on your way to Yorke Stand from him Fellow wherefore hang'st vpon him Host Oh my most worshipfull Lord and 't please your Grace I am a poore widdow of Eastcheap and he is arrested at my suit Ch. Iust For what summe Host It is more then for some my Lord it is for all all I haue he hath eaten me out of house and home hee hath put all my substance into that fat belly of his but I will haue some of it out againe or I will ride thee o' Nights like the Mare Falst I thinke I am as like to ride the Mare if I haue any vantage of ground to get vp Ch Iust How comes this Sir Iohn Fy what a man of good temper would endure this tempest of exclamation Are you not asham'd to inforce a poore Widdowe to so rough a course to come by her owne Falst What is the grosse summe that I owe thee Host Marry if thou wer 't an honest man thy selfe the mony too Thou didst sweare to mee vpon a parcell gilt Goblet sitting in my Dolphin-chamber at the round table by a sea-cole fire on Wednesday in Whitson week when the Prince broke thy head for lik'ning him to a singing man of Windsor Thou didst sweare to me then as I was washing thy wound to marry me and make mee my Lady thy wife Canst y u deny it Did not good wife Keech the Butchers wife come in then and cal me gossip Quickly comming in to borrow a messe of Vinegar telling vs she had a good dish of Prawnes whereby y u didst desire to eat some whereby I told thee they were ill for a greene wound And didst not thou when she was gone downe staires desire me to be no more familiar with such poore people saying that ere long they should call me Madam And did'st y u not kisse me and bid mee fetch thee 30 s I put thee now to thy Book-oath deny it if thou canst Fal. My Lord this is a poore mad