kindnesse For that it made my imprisonment a pleasure I such a pleasure as incaged Birds Conceiue when after many moody Thoughts At last by Notes of Houshold harmonie They quite forget their losse of Libertie But Warwicke after God thou set'st me free And chiefely therefore I thanke God and thee He was the Author thou the Instrument Therefore that I may conquer Fortunes spight By liuing low where Fortune cannot hurt me And that the people of this blessed Land May not be punisht with my thwarting starres Warwicke although my Head still weare the Crowne I here resigne my Gouernment to thee For thou art fortunate in all thy deeds Warw. Your Grace hath still beene fam'd for vertuous And now may seeme as wise as vertuous By spying and auoiding Fortunes malice For few men rightly temper with the Starres Yet in this one thing let me blame your Grace For chusing me when Clarence is in place Clar. No Warwicke thou art worthy of the sway To whom the Heau'ns in thy Natiuitie Adiudg'd an Oliue Branch and Lawrell Crowne As likely to be blest in Peace and Warre And therefore I yeeld thee my free consent Warw. And I chuse Clarence onely for Protector King Warwick and Clarence giue me both your Hands Now ioyne your Hands with your Hands your Hearts That no dissention hinder Gouernment I make you both Protectors of this Land While I my selfe will lead a priuate Life And in deuotion spend my latter dayes To sinnes rebuke and my Creators prayse Warw. What answeres Clarence to his Soueraignes will Clar. That he consents if Warwicke yeeld consent For on thy fortune I repose my selfe Warw. Why then though loth yet must I be content Wee 'le yoake together like a double shadow To Henries Body and supply his place I meane in bearing weight of Gouernment While he enioyes the Honor and his ease And Clarence now then it is more then needfull Forthwith that Edward be pronounc'd a Traytor And all his Lands and Goods confiscate Clar. What else and that Succession be determined Warw. I therein Clarence shall not want his part King But with the first of all your chiefe affaires Let me entreat for I command no more That Margaret your Queene and my Sonne Edward Be sent for to returne from France with speed For till I see them here by doubtfull feare My ioy of libertie is halfe eclips'd Clar. It shall bee done my Soueraigne with all speede King My Lord of Somerset what Youth is that Of whom you seeme to haue so tender care Somers My Liege it is young Henry Earle of Richmond King Come hither Englands Hope Layes his Hand on his Head If secret Powers suggest but truth To my diuining thoughts This prettie Lad will proue our Countries blisse His Lookes are full of peacefull Maiestie His Head by nature fram'd to weare a Crowne His Hand to wield a Scepter and himselfe Likely in time to blesse a Regall Throne Make much of him my Lords for this is hee Must helpe you more then you are hurt by mee Enter a Poste Warw. What newes my friend Poste That Edward is escaped from your Brother And fled as hee heares since to Burgundie Warw. Vnsauorie newes but how made he escape Poste He was conuey'd by Richard Duke of Gloster And the Lord Hastings who attended him In secret ambush on the Forrest side And from the Bishops Huntsmen rescu'd him For Hunting was his dayly Exercise Warw. My Brother was too carelesse of his charge But let vs hence my Soueraigne to prouide A salue for any sore that may betide Exeunt Manet Somerset Richmond and Oxford Som. My Lord I like not of this flight of Edwards For doubtlesse Burgundie will yeeld him helpe And we shall haue more Warres befor 't be long As Henries late presaging Prophecie Did glad my heart with hope of this young Richmond So doth my heart mis-giue me in these Conflicts What may befall him to his harme and ours Therefore Lord Oxford to preuent the worst Forthwith wee 'le send him hence to Brittanie Till stormes be past of Ciuill Enmitie Oxf. I for if Edward re-possesse the Crowne 'T is like that Richmond with the rest shall downe Som. It shall be so he shall to Brittanie Come therefore let 's about it speedily Exeunt Flourish Enter Edward Richard Hastings and Souldiers Edw. Now Brother Richard Lord Hastings and the rest Yet thus farre Fortune maketh vs amends And sayes that once more I shall enterchange My wained state for Henries Regall Crowne Well haue we pass'd and now re-pass'd the Seas And brought desired helpe from Burgundie What then remaines we being thus arriu'd From Rauenspurre Hauen before the Gates of Yorke But that we enter as into our Dukedome Rich. The Gates made fast Brother I like not this For many men that stumble at the Threshold Are well fore-told that danger lurkes within Edw. Tush man aboadments must not now affright vs By faire or foule meanes we must enter in For hither will our friends repaire to vs. Hast. My Liege I le knocke once more to summon them Enter on the Walls the Maior of Yorke and his Brethren Maior My Lords We were fore-warned of your comming And shut the Gates for safetie of our selues For now we owe allegeance vnto Henry Edw. But Master Maior if Henry be your King Yet Edward at the least is Duke of Yorke Maior True my good Lord I know you for no lesse Edw. Why and I challenge nothing but my Dukedome As being well content with that alone Rich. But when the Fox hath once got in his Nose Hee 'le soone finde meanes to make the Body follow Hast. Why Master Maior why stand you in a doubt Open the Gates we are King Henries friends Maior I say you so the Gates shall then be opened He descends Rich. A wise stout Captaine and soone perswaded Hast The good old man would faine that all were wel So 't were not long of him but being entred I doubt not I but we shall soone perswade Both him and all his Brothers vnto reason Enter the Maior and two Aldermen Edw. So Master Maior these Gates must not be shut But in the Night or in the time of Warre What feare not man but yeeld me vp the Keyes Takes his Keyes For Edward will defend the Towne and thee And all those friends that deine to follow mee March Enter Mountgomerie with Drumme and Souldiers Rich. Brother this is Sir Iohn Mountgomerie Our trustie friend vnlesse I be deceiu'd Edw. Welcome Sir Iohn but why come you in Armes Mount To helpe King Edward in his time of storme As euery loyall Subiect ought to doe Edw. Thankes good Mountgomerie But we now forget our Title to the Crowne And onely clayme our Dukedome Till God please to send the rest Mount Then fare you well for I will hence againe I came to serue a King and not a Duke Drummer strike vp and let vs march away The Drumme begins to march Edw. Nay
a Gentlewoman I long to heare him call the drunkard husband And how my men will stay themselues from laughter When they do homage to this simple peasant I le in to counsell them haply my presence May well abate the ouer-merrie spleene Which otherwise would grow into extreames Enter aloft the drunkard with attendants some with apparel Bason and Ewer other appurtenances Lord. Beg. For Gods sake a pot of small Ale 1. Ser. Wilt please your Lord drink a cup of sacke 2. Ser. Wilt please your Honor taste of these Conserues 3. Ser. What raiment wil your honor weare to day Beg. I am Christophero Sly call not mee Honour nor Lordship I ne're drank sacke in my life and if you giue me any Conserues giue me conserues of Beefe nere ask me what raiment I le weare for I haue no more doublets then backes no more stockings then legges nor no more shooes then feet nay sometime more feete then shooes or such shooes as my toes looke through the ouer-leather Lord. Heauen cease this idle humor in your Honor. Oh that a mightie man of such discent Of such possessions and so high esteeme Should be infused with so foule a spirit Beg. What would you make me mad Am not I Christopher Slie old Sies sonne of Burton-heath by byrth a Pedler by education a Cardmaker by transmutation a Beare-heard and now by present profession a Tinker Aske Marrian Hacket the fat Alewife of Wincot if shee know me not if she say I am not xiiii d on the score for sheere Ale score me vp for the lyingst knaue in Christendome What I am not bestraught here 's 3. Man Oh this it is that makes your Ladie mourne 2 Mar. Oh this is it that makes your seruants droop Lord. Hence comes it that your kindred shuns your house As beaten hence by your strange Lunacie Oh Noble Lord bethinke thee of thy birth Call home thy ancient thoughts from banishment And banish hence these abiect lowlie dreames Looke how thy seruants do attend on thee Each in his office readie at thy becke Wilt thou haue Musicke Harke Apollo plaies Musick And twentie caged Nightingales do sing Or wilt thou sleepe Wee 'l haue thee to a Couch Softer and sweeter then the lustfull bed On purpose trim'd vp for Semiramis Say thou wilt walke we wil bestrow the ground Or wilt thou ride Thy horses shal be trap'd Their harnesse studded all with Gold and Pearle Dost thou loue hawking Thou hast hawkes will soare Aboue the morning Larke Or wilt thou hunt Thy hounds shall make the Welkin answer them And fetch shrill ecchoes from the hollow earth 1 Man Say thou wilt course thy gray-hounds are as swift As breathed Stags I fleeter then the Roe 2 M. Dost thou loue pictures we wil fetch thee strait Adonis painted by a running brooke And Citherea all in sedges hid Which seeme to moue and wanton with her breath Euen as the wauing sedges play with winde Lord. Wee 'l shew thee Io as she was a Maid And how she was beguiled and surpriz'd As liuelie painted as the deede was done 3. Man Or Daphne roming through a thornie wood Scratching her legs that one shal sweare she bleeds And at that sight shal sad Apollo weepe So workmanlie the blood and teares are drawne Lord. Thou art a Lord and nothing but a Lord Thou hast a Ladie farre more Beautifull Then any woman in this waining age 1 Man And til the teares that she hath shed for thee Like enuious flouds ore-run her louely face She was the fairest creature in the world And yet shee is inferiour to none Beg. Am I a Lord and haue I such a Ladie Or do I dreame Or haue I dream'd till now I do not sleepe I see I heare I speake I smel sweet sauours and I feele soft things Vpon my life I am a Lord indeede And not a Tinker nor Christopher Slie Well bring our Ladie hither to our sight And once againe a pot o' th smallest Ale 2. Man Wilt please your mightinesse to wash your hands Oh how we ioy to see your wit restor'd Oh that once more you knew but what you are These fifteene yeeres you haue bin in a dreame Or when you wak'd so wak'd as if you slept Beg. These fifteene yeeres by my fay a goodly nap But did I neuer speake of all that time 1. Man Oh yes my Lord but verie idle words For though you lay heere in this goodlie chamber Yet would you say ye were beaten out of doore And raile vpon the Hostesse of the house And say you would prosent her at the Leete Because she brought stone-Iugs and no seal'd quarts Sometimes you would call out for Cicely Hacket Beg. I the womans maide of the house 3. man Why sir you know no house nor no such maid Nor no such men as you haue reckon'd vp As Stephen Slie and old Iohn Naps of Greece And Peter Turph and Henry Pimpernell And twentie more such names and men as these Which neuer were nor no man euer saw Beg. Now Lord be thanked for my good amends All. Amen Enter Lady with Attendants Beg. I thanke thee thou shalt not loose by it Lady How fares my noble Lord Beg. Marrie I fare well for heere is cheere enough Where is my wife La. Heere noble Lord what is thy will with her Beg. Are you my wife and will not cal me husband My men should call me Lord I am your good-man La. My husband and my Lord my Lord and husband I am your wife in all obedience Beg. I know it well what must I call her Lord. Madam Beg. Alce Madam or Ione Madam Lord. Madam and nothing else so Lords cal Ladies Beg. Madame wife they say that I haue dream'd And slept aboue some fifteene yeare or more Lady I and the time seeme's thirty vnto me Being all this time abandon'd from your bed Beg. 'T is much seruants leaue me and her alone Madam vndresse you and come now to bed La. Thrice noble Lord let me intreat of you To pardon me yet for a night or two Or if not so vntill the Sun be set For your Physitians haue expressely charg'd In perill to incurre your former malady That I should yet absent me from your bed I hope this reason stands for my excuse Beg. I it stands so that I may hardly tarry so long But I would be loth to fall into my dreames againe I wil therefore tarrie in despight of the flesh the blood Enter a Messenger Mes Your Honors Players hearing your amendment Are come to play a pleasant Comedie For so your doctors hold it very meete Seeing too much sadnesse hath congeal'd your blood And melancholly is the Nurse of frenzie Therefore they thought it good you heare a play And frame your minde to mirth and merriment Which barres a thousand harmes and lengthens life Beg. Marrie I will let them play it is not a Comontie a Christmas gambold or a tumbling tricke Lady No my
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
bell so Sighes and Teares and Grones Shew Minutes Houres and Times but my Time Râ—ns poasting on in Bullingbrookes proud ioy While I stand fooling heere his iacke o' th' Clocke This Musicke mads me let it sound no more For though it haue holpe madmen to their wits In me it seemes it will make wise-men mad Yet blessing on his heart that giues it me For 't is a signe of loue and loue to Richard Is a strange Brooch in this all-hating world Enter Groome Groo. Haile Royall Prince Rich. Thankes Noble Peere The cheapest of vs is ten groates too deere What art thou And how com'st thou hither Where no man euer comes but that sad dogge That brings me food to make misfortune liue Groo. I was a poore Groome of thy Stable King When thou wer 't King who trauelling towards Yorke With much adoo at length haue gotten leaue To looke vpon my sometimes Royall masters face O how it yern'd my heart when I beheld In London streets that Coronation day When Bullingbrooke rode on Roane Barbary That horse that thou so often hast bestrid That horse that I so carefully haue drest Rich. Rode he on Barbary Tell me gentle Friend How went he vnder him Groo. So proudly as if he had disdain'd the ground Rich. So proud that Bullingbrooke was on his backe That Iade hath eate bread from my Royall hand This hand hath made him proud with clapping him Would he not stumble Would he not fall downe Since Pride must haue a fall and breake the necke Of that proud man that did vsurpe his backe Forgiuenesse horse Why do I raile on thee Since thou created to be aw'd by man Was 't borne to beare I was not made a horse And yet I beare a burthen like an Asse Spur-gall'd and tyrd by laâ—ntiâ—g Bullingbrooke Enter Keeper with a Dish Keep Fellow giue place heere is 〈◊〉 â—nger â—y Rich. If â—hou loue me 〈◊〉 thou with away Groo. What thy tongue daâ—s not that my heart shall say Exit Keep My Lord will please you to fall too Rich. Taste of it first as thou wer 't wont to doo Keep My Lord I dare not Sir Pierce of Exton Who lately came from th' King commands the contrary Rich. The diuell take Henrie of Lancaster and thee Patience is stale and I am weary of it Keep Helpe helpe helpe Enter Exton and Seruants Ri. How now what meanes Death in this rude assalt Villaine thine owne hand yeelds thy deaths instrument Go thou and fill another roome in hell Exton strikes him downe That hand shall burne in neuer-quenching fire That staggers thus my person Exton thy fierce hand Hath with the Kings blood stain'd the Kings own land Mount mount my soule thy seate is vp on high Whil'st my grosse flesh sinkes downward heere to dye Exton As full of Valor as of Royall blood Both haue I spilt Oh would the deed were good For now the diuell that told me I did well Sayes that this deede is chronicled in hell This dead King to the liuing King I le beare Take hence the rest and giue them buriall heere Exit Scoena Quinta Flourish Enter Bullingbrooke Yorke with other Lords attendants Bul. Kinde Vnkle Yorke the latest newes we heare Is that the Rebels haue consum'd with fire Our Towne of Ciceter in Gloucestershire But whether they be tane or slaine we heare not Enter Northumberland Welcome my Lord What is the newes Nor. First to thy Sacred State wish I all happinesse The next newes is I haue to London sent The heads of Salsbury Spencer Blunt and Kent The manner of their taking may appeare At large discoursed in this paper heere Bul. We thank thee gentle Percy for thy paines And to thy worth will adde right worthy gaines Enter Fitzwaters Fitz. My Lord I haue from Oxford sent to London The heads of Broccas and Sir Bennet Seely Two of the dangerous consorted Traitors That sought at Oxford thy dire ouerthrow Bul. Thy paines Fitzwaters shall not be forgot Right Noble is thy merit well I wot Enter Percy and Carlile Per. The grand Conspirator Abbot of Westminster With clog of Conscience and sowre Melancholly Hath yeelded vp his body to the graue But heere is Carlile liuing to abide Thy Kingly doome and sentence of his pride Bul. Carlile this is your doome Choose out some secret place some reuerend roome More then thou hast and with it ioy thy life So as thou liu'st in peace dye free from strife For though mine enemy thou hast euer beene High sparkes of Honor in thee haue I seene Enter Exton with a Coffin Exton Great King within this Coffin I present Thy buried feare Heerein all breathlesse lies The mightiest of thy greatest enemies Richard of Burdeaux by me hither brought Bul. Exton I thanke thee not for thou hast wrought A deede of Slaughter with thy fatall hand Vpon my head and all this famous Land Ex. From your owne mouth my Lord did I this deed Bul. They loue not poyson that do poyson neede Nor do I thee though I did wish him dead I hate the Murtherer loue him murthered The guilt of conscience take thou for thy labour But neither my good word nor Princely fauour With Caine go wander through the shade of night And neuer shew thy head by day nor light Lords I protest my soule is full of woe That blood should sprinkle me to make me grow Come mourne with me for that I do lament And put on sullen Blacke incontinent I le make a voyage to the Holy-land To wash this blood off from my guilty hand March sadly after grace my mourning heere In weeping after this vntimely Beere Exeunt FINIS The First Part of Henry the Fourth with the Life and Death of HENRY Sirnamed HOT-SPVRRE Actus Primus Scoena Prima Enter the King Lord Iohn of Lancaster Earle of Westmerland with others King SO shaken as we are so wan with care Finde we a time for frighted Peace to pant And breath shortwinded accents of new broils To be commenc'd in Stronds a-farre remote No more the thirsty entrance of this Soile Shall daube her lippes with her owne childrens blood No more shall trenching Warre channell her fields Nor bruise her Flowrets with the Armed hoofes Of hostile paces Those opposed eyes Which like the Meteors of a troubled Heauen All of one Nature of one Substance bred Did lately meete in the intestine shocke And furious cloze of ciuill Butchery Shall now in mutuall well-beseeming rankes March all one way and be no more oppos'd Against Acquaintance Kindred and Allies The edge of Warre like an ill-sheathed knife No more shall cut his Master Therefore Friends As farre as to the Sepulcher of Christ Whose Souldier now vnder whose blessed Crosse We are impressed and ingag'd to fight Forthwith a power of English shall we leuie Whose armes were moulded in their Mothers wombe To chace these Pagans in those holy Fields Ouer whose Acres walk'd those blessed feete Which fourteene hundred yeares ago
Knight Samingo Is' t not so Fal. 'T is so Sil. Is' t so Why then say an old man can do somwhat Dau. If it please your Worshippe there 's one Pistoll come from the Court with newes Fal. From the Court Let him come in Enter Pistoll How now Pistoll Pist Sir Iohn ' saue you sir Fal. What winde blew you hither Pistoll Pist Not the ill winde which blowes none to good sweet Knight Thou art now one of the greatest men in the Realme Sil. Indeed I thinke he bee but Goodman Puffe of Barson Pist. Puffe puffe in thy teeth most recreant Coward base Sir Iohn I am thy Pistoll and thy Friend helter skelter haue I rode to thee and tydings do I bring and luckie ioyes and golden Times and happie Newes of price Fal. I prethee now deliuer them like a man of this World Pist A footra for the World and Worldlings base I speake of Affrica and Golden ioyes Fal. O base Assyrian Knight what is thy newes Let King Couitha know the truth thereof Sil. And Robin-hood Scarlet and Iohn Pist Shall dunghill Curres confront the Hellicons And shall good newes be baffel'd Then Pistoll lay thy head in Furies lappe Shal. Honest Gentleman I know not your breeding Pist Why then Lament therefore Shal. Giue me pardon Sir If sir you come with news from the Court I take it there is but two wayes either to vtter them or to conceale them I am Sir vnder the King in some Authority Pist Vnder which King Bezonian speake or dye Shal. Vnder King Harry Pist Harry the Fourth or Fift Shal. Harry the Fourth Pist A footra for thine Office Sir Iohn thy tender Lamb-kinne now is King Harry the Fift's the man I speake the truth When Pistoll lyes do this and figge-me like The bragging Spaniard Fal. What is the old King dead Pist As naile in doore The things I speake are iust Fal. Away Bardolfe Sadle my Horse Master Robert Shallow choose what Office thou wilt In the Land 't is thine Pistol I will double charge thee With Dignities Bard. O ioyfull day I would not take a Knighthood for my Fortune Pist What I do bring good newes Fal. Carrie Master Silence to bed Master Shallow my Lord Shallow be what thou wilt I am Fortunes Steward Get on thy Boots wee I ride all night Oh sweet Pistoll Away Bardolfe Come Pistoll vtter more to mee and withall deuise something to do thy selfe good Boote boote Master Shallow I know the young King is sick for mee Let vs take any mans Horsfes The Lawes of England are at my command'ment Happie are they which haue beene my Friendes and woe vnto my Lord Chiefe Iustice Pist Let Vultures vil'de seize on his Lungs also Where is the life that late I led say they Why heere it is welcome those pleasant dayes Exeunt Scena Quarta Enter Hostesse Quickly Dol Teare-sheete and Beadles Hostesse No thou arrant knaue I would I might dy that I might haue thee hang'd Thou hast drawne my shoulder out of ioynt Off. The Constables haue deliuer'd her ouer to mee and shee shall haue Whipping cheere enough I warrant her There hath beene a man or two lately kill'd about her Dol. Nut-hooke nut-hooke you Lye Come on I le tell thee what thou damn'd Tripe-visag'd Rascall if the Childe I now go with do miscarrie thou had'st better thou had'st strooke thy Mother thou Paper-fac'd Villaine Host O that Sir Iohn were come hee would make this a bloody day to some body But I would the Fruite of her Wombe might miscarry Officer If it do you shall haue a dozen of Cushions againe you haue but eleuen now Come I charge you both go with me for the man is dead that you and Pistoll beate among you Dol. I le tell thee what thou thin man in a Censor I will haue you as soundly swindg'd for this you blew-Bottel'd Rogue you filthy famish'd Correctioner if you be not swing'd I le forsweare halfe Kirtles Off. Come come you shee-Knight-arrant come Host O that right should thus o'recome might Wel of sufferance comes ease Dol. Come you Rogue come Bring me to a Iustice Host Yes come you staru'd Blood-hound Dol. Goodman death goodman Bones Host Thou Anatomy thou Dol. Come you thinne Thing Come you Rascall Off. Very well Exeunt Scena Quinta Enter two Groomes 1. Groo. More Rushes more Rushes 2. Groo. The Trumpets haue sounded twice 1. Groo. It will be two of the Clocke ere they come from the Coronation Exit Groo. Enter Falstaffe Shallow Pistoll Bardolfe and Page Falstaffe Stand heere by me M. Robert Shallow I will make the King do you Grace I will leere vpon him as he comes by and do but marke the countenance that hee will giue me Pistol Blesse thy Lungs good Knight Falst Come heere Pistol stand behind me O if I had had time to haue made new Liueries I would haue bestowed the thousand pound I borrowed of you But it is no matter this poore shew doth better this doth inferre the zeale I had to see him Shal. It doth so Falst It shewes my earnestnesse in affection Pist It doth so Fal. My deuotion Pist It doth it doth it doth Fal. As it were to ride day and night And not to deliberate not to remember Not to haue patience to shift me Shal. It is most certaine Fal. But to stand stained with Trauaile and sweating with desire to see him thinking of nothing else putting all affayres in obliuion as if there were nothing els to bee done but to see him Pist 'T is semper idem for obsque hoc nihil est 'T is all in euery part Shal. 'T is so indeed Pist My Knight I will enflame thy Noble Liuer and make thee rage Thy Dol and Helen of thy noble thoghts is in base Durance and contagious prison Hall'd thither by most Mechanicall and durty hand Rowze vppe Reuenge from Ebon den with fell Alecto's Snake for Dol is in Pistol speakes nought but troth Fal. I will deliuer her Pistol There roar'd the Sea and Trumpet Clangour sounds The Trumpets sound Enter King Henrie the Fift Brothers Lord Chiefe Iustice Falst Saue thy Grace King Hall my Royall Hall Pist The heauens thee guard and keepe most royall Impe of Fame Fal. ' Saue thee my sweet Boy King My Lord Chiefe Iustice speake to that vaine man Ch. Iust Haue you your wits Know you what 't is you speake Falst My King my Ioue I speake to thee my heart King I know thee not old man Fall to thy Prayers How ill white haires become a Foole and Iester I haue long dream'd of such a kinde of man So surfeit-swell'd so old and so prophane But being awake I do despise my dreame Make lesse thy body hence and more thy Grace Leaue gourmandizing Know the Graue doth gape For thee thrice wider then for other men Reply not to me with a Foole-borne Iest Presume not that I am the thing I was For heauen doth know so shall the world perceiue That
I haue turn'd away my former Selfe So will I those that kept me Companie When thou dost heare I am as I haue bin Approach me and thou shalt be as thou was 't The Tutor and the Feeder of my Riots Till then I banish thee on paine of death As I haue done the rest of my Misleaders Not to come neere our Person by ten mile For competence of life I will allow you That lacke of meanes enforce you not to euill And as we heare you do reforme your selues We will according to your strength and qualities Giue you aduancement Be it your charge my Lord To see perform'd the tenure of our word Set on Exit King Fal. Master Shallow I owe you a thousand pound Shal. I marry Sir Iohn which I beseech you to let me haue home with me Fal. That can hardly be M. Shallow do not you grieue at this I shall be sent for in priuate to him Looke you he must seeme thus to the world feare not your aduancement I will be the man yet that shall make you great Shal. I cannot well perceiue how vnlesse you should giue me your Doublet and stuffe me out with Straw I beseech you good Sir Iohn let mee haue fiue hundred of my thousand Fal. Sir I will be as good as my word This that you heard was but a colour Shall A colour I feare that you will dye in Sir Iohn Fal. Feare no colours go with me to dinner Come Lieutenant Pistol come Bardolfe I shall be sent for soone at night Ch. Iust Go carry Sir Iohn Falstaffe to the Fleete Take all his Company along with him Fal. My Lord my Lord. Ch. Iust I cannot now speake I will heare you soone Take them away Pist Si fortuna me tormento spera me contento Exit Manet Lancaster and Chiefe Iustice Iohn I like this faire proceeding of the Kings He hath intent his wonted Followers Shall all be very well prouided for But all are banisht till their conuersations Appeare more wise and modest to the world Ch. Iust And so they are Iohn The King hath call'd his Parliament My Lord. Ch. Iust He hath Iohn I will lay oddes that ere this yeere expire We beare our Ciuill Swords and Natiue fire As farre as France I heare a Bird so sing Whose Musicke to my thinking pleas'd the King Come will you hence Exeunt FINIS EPILOGVE FIRST my Feare then my Curtsie last my Speech My Feare is your Displeasure My Curtsie my Dutie And my speech to Begge your Pardons If you looke for a good speech now you vndoe me For what I haue to say is of mine owne making and what indeed I should say will I doubt prooue mine owne marring But to the Purpose and so to the Venture Be it knowne to you as it is very well I was lately heere in the end of a displeasing Play to pray your Patience for it and to promise you a Better I did meane indeede to pay you with this which if like an ill Venture it come vnluckily home I breake and you my gentle Creditors lose Heere I promist you I would be and heere I commit my Bodie to your Mercies Bate me some and I will-pay you some and as most Debtors do promise you infinitely If my Tongue cannot entreate you to acquit me will you command me to vse my Legges And yet that were but light payment to Dance out of your debt But a good Conscience will make any possible satisfaction and so will I. All the Gentlewomen heere haue forgiuen me if the Gentlemen will not then the Gentlemen do not agree with the Gentlewowen which was neuer seene before in such an Assembly One word more I beseech you if you be not too much cloid with Fat Meate our humble Author will continue the Story with Sir Iohn in it and make you merry with faire Katherine of France where for any thing I know Falstaffe shall dye of a sweat vnlesse already he be kill'd with your hard Opinions For Old-Castle dyed a Martyr and this is not the man My Tongue is wearie when my Legs are too I will bid you good night and so kneele downe before you But indeed to pray for the Queene THE ACTORS NAMES RVMOVR the Presentor King Henry the Fourth Prince Henry afterwards Crowned King Henrie the Fift Prince Iohn of Lancaster Humphrey of Gloucester Thomas of Clarence Sonnes to Henry the Fourth brethren to Henry 5. Northumberland The Arch Byshop of Yorke Mowbray Hastings Lord Bardolfe Trauers Morton Coleuile Opposites against King Henrie the Fourth Warwicke Westmerland Surrey Gowre Harecourt Lord Chiefe Iustice Of the Kings Partie Pointz Falstaffe Bardolphe Pistoll Peto Page Irregular Humorists Shallow Silence Both Country Iustices Dauie Seruant to Shallow Phang and Snare 2. Sericants Mouldie Shadow Wait. Feeble Bullcalfe Country Soldiers Drawers Beadles Groomes Northumberlands Wife Percies Widdow Hostesse Quickly Doll Teare-sheete Epilogue The Life of Henry the Fift Enter Prologue O For a Muse of Fire that would ascend The brightest Heauen of Inuention A Kingdome for a Stage Princes to Act And Monarchs to behold the swelling Scene Then should the Warlike Harry like himselfe Assume the Port of Mars and at his heeles Leasht in like Hounds should Famine Sword and Fire Crouch for employment But pardon Gentles all The flat vnraysed Spirits that hath dar'd On this vnworthy Scaffold to bring forth So great an Obiect Can this Cock-Pit hold The vastie fields of France Or may we cramme Within this Woodden O the very Caskes That did affright the Ayre at Agincourt O pardon since a crocked Figure may Attest in little place a Million And let vs Cyphers to this great Accompt On your imaginarie Forces worke Suppose within the Girdle of these Walls Are now confin'd two mightie Monarchies Whose high vp-reared and abutting Fronts The perillous narrow Ocean parts asunder Peece out our imperfections with your thoughts Into a thousand parts diuide one Man And make imaginarie Puissance Thinke when we talke of Horses that you see them Printing their prowd Hoofes i' th' receiuing Earth For 't is your thoughts that now must deck our Kings Carry them here and there Iumping o're Times Turning th' accomplishment of many yeeres Into an Howre-glasse for the which supplie Admit me Chorus to this Historie Who Prologue-like your humble patience pray Gently to heare kindly to iudge our Play Exit Actus Primus Scoena Prima Enter the two Bishops of Canterbury and Ely Bish Cant. MY Lord I le tell you that selfe Bill is vrg'd Which in th' eleuēth yere of y e last Kings reign Was like and had indeed against vs past But that the scambling and vnquiet time Did push it out of farther question Bish Ely But how my Lord shall we resist is now Bish Cant. It must be thought on if it passe against vs We loose the better halfe of our Possession For all the Temporall Lands which men deuout By Testament haue giuen to the Church Would they strip from vs
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
Story That I may prompt them and of such as haue I humbly pray them to admit th' excuse Of time of numbers and due course of things Which cannot in their huge and proper life Be here presented Now we beare the King Toward Callice Graunt him there there seene Heaue him away vpon your winged thoughts Athwart the Sea Behold the English beach Pales in the flood with Men Wiues and Boyes Whose shouts claps out-voyce the deep-mouth'd Sea Which like a mightie Whiffler 'fore the King Seemes to prepare his way So let him land And solemnly see him set on to London So swift a pace hath Thought that euen now You may imagine him vpon Black-Heath Where that his Lords desire him to haue borne His bruised Helmet and his bended Sword Before him through the Citie he forbids it Being free from vain-nesse and selfe-glorious pride Giuing full Trophee Signall and Ostent Quite from himselfe to God But now behold In the quick Forge and working-house of Thought How London doth powre out her Citizens The Maior and all his Brethren in best sort Like to the Senatours of th' antique Rome With the Plebeians swarming at their heeles Goe forth and fetch their Conqu'ring Caesar in As by a lower but by louing likelyhood Were now the Generall of our gracious Empresse As in good time he may from Ireland comming Bringing Rebellion broached on his Sword How many would the peacefull Citie quit To welcome him much more and much more cause Did they this Harry Now in London place him As yet the lamentation of the French Inuites the King of Englands stay at home The Emperour 's comming in behalfe of France To order peace betweene them and omit All the occurrences what euer chanc't Till Harryes backe returne againe to France There must we bring him and my selfe haue play'd The interim by remembring you 't is past Then brooke abridgement and your eyes aduance After your thoughts straight backe againe to France Exit Enter Fluellen and Gower Gower Nay that 's right but why weare you your Leeke to day S. Dauies day is past Flu. There is occasions and causes why and wherefore in all things I will tell you asse my friend Captaine Gower the rascally scauld beggerly lowsie pragging Knaue Pistoll which you and your selfe and all the World know to be no petter then a fellow looke you now of no merits hee is come to me and prings me pread and sault yesterday looke you and bid me eate my Leeke it was in a place where I could not breed no contention with him but I will be so bold as to weare it in my Cap till I see him once againe and then I will tell him a little piece of my desires Enter Pistoll Gower Why heere hee comes swelling like a Turky-cock Flu. 'T is no matter for his swellings nor his Turky-cocks God plesse you aunchient Pistoll you scuruie lowsie Knaue God plesse you Pist Ha art thou bedlam doest thou thirst base Troian to haue me fold vp Parcas fatall Web Hence I am qualmish at the smell of Leeke Flu. I peseech you heartily scuruie lowsie Knaue at my desires and my requests and my petitions to eate looke you this Leeke because looke you you doe not loue it nor your affections and your appetites and your disgestions doo's not agree with it I would desire you to eate it Pist Not for Cadwallader and all his Goats Flu. There is one Goat for you Strikes him Will you be so good scauld Knaue as eate it Pist Base Troian thou shalt dye Flu. You say very true scauld Knaue when Gods will is I will desire you to liue in the meane time and eate your Victuals come there is sawce for it You call'd me yesterday Mountaine-Squier but I will make you to day a squire of low degree I pray you fall too if you can mocke a Leeke you can eate a Leeke Gour. Enough Captaine you haue astonisht him Flu. I say I will make him eate some part of my leeke or I will peate his pate foure dayes bite I pray you it is good for your greene wound and your ploodie Coxecombe Pist Must I bite Flu. Yes certainly and out of doubt and out of question too and ambiguities Pist By this Leeke I will most horribly reuenge I eate and eate I sweare Flu. Eate I pray you will you haue some more sauce to your Leeke there is not enough Leeke to sweare by Pist Quâ—et thy Cudgell thou dost see I eate Flu. Much good do you scald knaue heartily Nay pray you throw none away the skinne is good for your broken Coxcombe when you take occasions to see Leekes heereafter I pray you mocke at 'em that is all Pist Good Flu. I Leekes is good hold you there is a groat to heale your pate Pist Me a groat Flu Yes verily and in truth you shall take it or I haue another Leeke in my pocket which you shall eate Pist I take thy groat in earnest of reuenge Flu. If I owe you any thing I will pay you in Cudgels you shall be a Woodmonger and buy nothing of me but cudgels God bu'y you and keepe you heale your pate Exit Pist All hell shall stirre for this Gow Go go you are a counterfeit cowardly Knaue will you mocke at an ancient Tradition began vppon an honourable respect and worne as a memorable Trophee of predeceased valor and dare not auouch in your deeds any of your words I haue seene you gleeking galling at this Gentleman twice or thrice You thought because he could not speake English in the natiue garb he could not therefore handle an English Cudgell you finde it otherwise and henceforth let a Welsh correction teach you a good English condition fare ye well Exit Pist Doeth fortune play the huswife with me now Newes haue I that my Doll is dead i' th Spittle of a malady of France and there my rendeuous is quite cut off Old I do waxe and from my wearie limbes honour is Cudgeld Well Baud I le turne and something leane to Cut-purse of quicke hand To England will I steale and there I le steale And patches will I get vnto these cudgeld scarres And swore I got them in the Gallia warres Exit Enter at one doore King Henry Exeter Bedford Warwicke and other Lords At another Queene Isabel the King the Duke of Bourgougne and other French King Peace to this meeting wherefore we are met Vnto our brother France and to our Sister Health and faire time of day Ioy and good wishes To our most faire and Princely Cosine Katherine And as a branch and member of this Royalty By whom this great assembly is contriu'd We do salute you Duke oâ— Burgogne And Princes French and Peeres health to you all 〈◊〉 Right ioyous are we to behold your face Most worthy brother England fairely met So are you Princes English euery one Quee. So happy be the Issue brother Ireland Of this good day and of this gracious meeting
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
vs resolue to scale their flinty bulwarkes Bed Ascend braue Talbot we will follow thee Tal. Not altogether Better farre I guesse That we do make our entrance seuerall wayes That if it chance the one of vs do faile The other yet may rise against their force Bed Agreed I le to yond corner Bur. And I to this Tal. And heere will Talbot mount or make his graue Now Salisbury for thee and for the right Of English Henry shall this night appeare How much in duty I am bound to both Sent. Arme arme the enemy doth make assault Cry S. George A Talbot The French leape ore the walles in their shirts Enter seuerall wayes Bastard Alanson Reignier halfe ready and halfe vnready Alan How now my Lords What all vnreadie so Bast Vnready I and glad we scap'd so well Reig. 'T was time I trow to wake and leaue our beds Hearing Alarums at our Chamber doores Alan Of all exploits since first I follow'd Armes Nere heard I of a warlike enterprize More venturous or desperate then this Bast I thinke this Talbot be a Fiend of Hell Reig. If not of Hell the Heauens sure fauour him Alans Here commeth Charles I maruell how he sped Enter Charles and Ioane Bast Tut holy Ioane was his defensiue Guard Charl. Is this thy cunning thou deceitfull Dame Didst thou at first to flatter vs withall Make vs partakers of a little gayne That now our losse might be ten times so much Ioane Wherefore is Charles impatient with his friend At all times will you haue my Power alike Sleeping or waking must I still preuayle Or will you blame and lay the fault on me Improuident Souldiors had your Watch been good This sudden Mischiefe neuer could haue falne Charl. Duke of Alanson this was your default That being Captaine of the Watch to Night Did looke no better to that weightie Charge Alans Had all your Quarters been as safely kept As that whereof I had the gouernment We had not beene thus shamefully surpriz'd Bast Mine was secure Reig. And so was mine my Lord. Charl. And for my selfe most part of all this Night Within her Quarter and mine owne Precinct I was imploy'd in passing to and fro About relieuing of the Centinels Then how or which way should they first breake in Ioane Question my Lords no further of the case How or which way 't is sure they found some place But weakely guarded where the breach was made And now there rests no other shift but this To gather our Souldiors scatter'd and disperc't And lay new Plat-formes to endammage them Exeunt Alarum Enter a Souldier crying a Talbot a Talbot they slye leauing their Clothes behind Sould. I le be so bold to take what they haue left The Cry of Talbot serues me for a Sword For I haue loaden me with many Spoyles Vsing no other Weapon but his Name Exit Enter Talbot Bedford Burgundie Bedf. The Day begins to breake and Night is fled Whose pitchy Mantle ouer-vayl'd the Earth Here sound Retreat and cease our hot pursuit Retreat Talb. Bring forth the Body of old Salisbury And here aduance it in the Market-Place The middle Centure of this cursed Towne Now haue I pay'd my Vow vnto his Soule For euery drop of blood was drawne from him There hath at least fiue Frenchmen dyed to night And that hereafter Ages may behold What ruine happened in reuenge of him Within their chiefest Temple I le erect A Tombe wherein his Corps shall be interr'd Vpon the which that euery one may reade Shall be engrau'd the sacke of Orleance The trecherous manner of his mournefull death And what a terror he had beene to France But Lords in all our bloudy Massacre I muse we met not with the Dolphins Grace His new-come Champion vertuous Ioane of Acre Nor any of his false Confederates Bedf. 'T is thought Lord Talbot when the fight began Rows'd on the sudden from their drowsie Beds They did amongst the troupes of armed men Leape o're the Walls for refuge in the field Burg. My selfe as farre as I could well discerne For smoake and duskie vapours of the night Am sure I scar'd the Dolphin and his Trull When Arme in Arme they both came swiftly running Like to a payre of louing Turtle-Doues That could not liue asunder day or night After that things are set in order here Wee 'le follow them with all the power we haue Enter a Messenger Mess All hayle my Lords which of this Princely trayne Call ye the Warlike Talbot for his Acts So much applauded through the Realme of France Talb. Here is the Talbot who would speak with him Mess The vertuous Lady Countesse of Ouergne With modestie admiring thy Renowne By me entreats great Lord thou would'st vouchsafe To visit her poore Castle where she lyes That she may boast she hath beheld the man Whose glory fills the World with lowd report Burg. Is it euen so Nay then I see our Warres Will turne vnto a peacefull Comick sport When Ladyes craue to be encountred with You may not my Lord despise her gentle suit Talb. Ne're trust me then for when a World of men Could not preuayle with all their Oratorie Yet hath a Womans kindnesse ouer-rul'd And therefore tell her I returne great thankes And in submission will attend on her Will not your Honors beare me company Bedf. No truly 't is more then manners will And I haue heard it sayd Vnbidden Guests Are often welcommest when they are gone Talb. Well then alone since there 's no remedie I meane to proue this Ladyes courtesie Come hither Captaine you perceiue my minde Whispers Capt. I doe my Lord and meane accordingly Exeunt Enter Countesse Count. Porter remember what I gaue in charge And when you haue done so bring the Keyes to me Port. Madame I will Exit Count. The Plot is layd if all things fall out right I shall as famous be by this exploit As Scythian Tomyris by Cyrus death Great is the rumour of this dreadfull Knight And his atchieuements of no lesse account Faine would mine eyes be witnesse with mine eares To giue their censure of these rare reports Enter Messenger and Talbot Mess Madame according as your Ladyship desir'd By Message crau'd so is Lord Talbot come Count. And he is welcome what is this the man Mess Madame it is Count. Is this the Scourge of France Is this the Talbot so much fear'd abroad That with his Name the Mothers still their Babes I see Report is fabulous and false I thought I should haue seene some Hercules A second Hector for his grim aspect And large proportion of his strong knit Limbes Alas this is a Child a silly Dwarfe It cannot be this weake and writhled shrimpe Should strike such terror to his Enemies Talb. Madame I haue beene bold to trouble you But since your Ladyship is not at leysure I le sort some other time to visit you Count. What meanes he now Goe aske him whither he goes Mess Stay my Lord Talbot
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
as sure as English Henry liues And as his Father here was Conqueror As sure as in this late betrayed Towne Great Cordelions Heart was buryed So sure I sweare to get the Towne or dye Burg. My Vowes are equall partners with thy Vowes Talb. But ere we goe regard this dying Prince The valiant Duke of Bedford Come my Lord We will bestow you in some better place Fitter for sicknesse and for crasie age Bedf. Lord Talbot doe not so dishonour me Here will I sit before the Walls of Roan And will be partner of your weale or woe Burg. Couragious Bedford let vs now perswade you Bedf. Not to be gone from hence for once I read That stout Pendragon in his Litter sick Came to the field and vanquished his foes Me thinkes I should reuiue the Souldiors hearts Because I euer found them as my selfe Talb. Vndaunted spirit in a dying breast Then be it so Heauens keepe old Bedford safe And now no more adoe braue Burgonie But gather we our Forces out of hand And set vpon our boasting Enemie Exit An Alarum Excursions Enter Sir Iohn Falstaffe and a Captaine Capt. Whither away Sir Iohn Falstaffe in such haste Falst Whither away to saue my selfe by flight We are like to haue the ouerthrow againe Capt. What will you flye and leaue Lord Talbot Falst I all the Talbots in the World to saue my life Exit Capt. Cowardly Knight ill fortune follow thee Exit Retreat Excursions Pucell Alanson and Charles flye Bedf. Now quiet Soule depart when Heauen please For I haue seene our Enemies ouerthrow What is the trust or strength of foolish man They that of late were daring with their scoffes Are glad and faine by flight to saue themselues Bedford dyes and is carryed in by two in his Chaire An Alarum Enter Talbot Burgonie and the rest Talb. Lost and recouered in a day againe This is a double Honor Burgonie Yet Heauens haue glory for this Victorie Burg. Warlike and Martiall Talbot Burgonie Inshrines thee in his heart and there erects Thy noble Deeds as Valors Monuments Talb. Thanks gentle Duke but where is Pucel now I thinke her old Familiar is asleepe Now where 's the Bastards braues and Charles his glikes What all amort Roan hangs her head for griefe That such a valiant Company are fled Now will we take some order in the Towne Placing therein some expert Officers And then depart to Paris to the King For there young Henry with his Nobles lye Burg. What wills Lord Talbot pleaseth Burgonie Talb. But yet before we goe let 's not forget The Noble Duke of Bedford late deceas'd But see his Exequies fulfill'd in Roan A brauer Souldier neuer couched Launce A gentler Heart did neuer sway in Court But Kings and mightiest Potentates must die For that 's the end of humane miserie Exeunt Scaena Tertia Enter Charles Bastard Alanson Pucell Pucell Dismay not Princes at this accident Nor grieue that Roan is so recouered Care is no cure but rather corrosiue For things that are not to be remedy'd Let frantike Talbot triumph for a while And like a Peacock sweepe along his tayle Wee 'le pull his Plumes and take away his Trayne If Dolphin and the rest will be but rul'd Charles We haue been guided by thee hitherto And of thy Cunning had no diffidence One sudden Foyle shall neuer breed distrust Bastard Search out thy wit for secret pollicies And we will make thee famous through the World Alans Wee 'le set thy Statue in some holy place And haue thee reuerenc't like a blessed Saint Employ thee then sweet Virgin for our good Pucell Then thus it must be this doth Ioane deuise By faire perswasions mixt with sugred words We will entice the Duke of Burgonie To leaue the Talbot and to follow vs. Charles I marry Sweeting if we could doe that France were no place for Henryes Warriors Nor should that Nation boast it so with vs But be extirped from our Prouinces Alans For euer should they be expuls'd from France And not haue Title of an Earledome here Pucell Your Honors shall perceiue how I will worke To bring this matter to the wished end Drumme sounds a farre off Hearke by the sound of Drumme you may perceiue Their Powers are marching vnto Paris-ward Here sound an English March. There goes the Talbot with his Colours spred And all the Troupes of English after him French March. Now in the Rereward comes the Duke and his Fortune in fauor makes him lagge behinde Summon a Parley we will talke with him Trumpets sound a Parley Charles A Parley with the Duke of Burgonie Burg. Who craues a Parley with the Burgonie Pucell The Princely Charles of France thy Countrey-man Burg. What say'st thou Charles for I am marching hence Charles Speake Pucell and enchaunt him with thy words Pucell Braue Burgonie vndoubted hope of France Stay let thy humble Hand-maid speake to thee Burg. Speake on but be not ouer-tedious Pucell Looke on thy Country look on fertile France And see the Cities and the Townes defac't By wasting Ruine of the cruell Foe As lookes the Mother on her lowly Babe When Death doth close his tender-dying Eyes See see the pining Maladie of France Behold the Wounds the most vnnaturall Wounds Which thou thy selfe hast giuen her wofull Brest Oh turne thy edged Sword another way Strike those that hurt and hurt not those that helpe One drop of Blood drawne from thy Countries Bosome Should grieue thee more then streames of forraine gore Returne thee therefore with a floud of Teares And wash away thy Countries stayned Spots Burg. Either she hath bewitcht me with her words Or Nature makes me suddenly relent Pucell Besides all French and France exclaimes on thee Doubting thy Birth and lawfull Progenie Who ioyn'st thou with but with a Lordly Nation That will not trust thee but for profits sake When Talbot hath set footing once in France And fashion'd thee that Instrument of Ill Who then but English Henry will be Lord And thou be thrust out like a Fugitiue Call we to minde and marke but this for proofe Was not the Duke of Orleance thy Foe And was he not in England Prisoner But when they heard he was thine Enemie They set him free without his Ransome pay'd In spight of Burgonie and all his friends See then thou fight'st against thy Countreymen And ioyn'st with them will be thy slaughter-men Come come returne returne thou wandering Lord Charles and the rest will take thee in their armes Burg. I am vanquished These haughtie wordes of hers Haue batt'red me like roaring Cannon-shot And made me almost yeeld vpon my knees Forgiue me Countrey and sweet Countreymen And Lords accept this heartie kind embrace My Forces and my Power of Men are yours So farwell Talbot I le no longer trust thee Pucell Done like a Frenchman turne and turne againe Charles Welcome braue Duke thy friendship makes vs fresh Bastard And doth beget new Courage in our Breasts Alans Pucell hath brauely play'd
her part in this And doth deserue a Coronet of Gold Charles Now let vs on my Lords And ioyne our Powers And seeke how we may preiudice the Foe Exeunt Scoena Quarta Enter the King Gloucester Winchester Yorke Suffolke Somerset Warwicke Exeter To them with his Souldiors Talbot Talb. My gracious Prince and honorable Peeres Hearing of your arriuall in this Realme I haue a while giuen Truce vnto my Warres To doe my dutie to my Soueraigne In signe whereof this Arme that hath reclaym'd To your obedience fiftie Fortresses Twelue Cities and seuen walled Townes of strength Beside fiue hundred Prisoners of esteeme Le ts fall his Sword before your Highnesse feet And with submissiue loyaltie of heart Ascribes the Glory of his Conquest got First to my God and next vnto your Grace King Is this the Lord Talbot Vnckle Gloucester That hath so long beene resident in France Glost. Yes if it please your Maiestie my Liege King Welcome braue Captaine and victorious Lord. When I was young as yet I am not old I doe remember how my Father said A stouter Champion neuer handled Sword Long since we were resolued of your truth Your faithfull seruice and your toyle in Warre Yet neuer haue you tasted our Reward Or beene reguerdon'd with so much as Thanks Because till now we neuer saw your face Therefore stand vp and for these good deserts We here create you Earle of Shrewsbury And in our Coronation take your place Senet Flourish Exeunt Manet Vernon and Basset Vern Now Sir to you that were so hot at Sea Disgracing of these Colours that I weare In honor of my Noble Lord of Yorke Dar'st thou maintaine the former words thou spak'st Bass Yes Sir as well as you dare patronage The enuious barking of your sawcie Tongue Against my Lord the Duke of Somerset Vern. Sirrha thy Lord I honour as he is Bass Why what is he as good a man as Yorke Vern Hearke ye not so in witnesse take ye that Strikes him Bass Villaine thou knowest The Law of Armes is such That who so drawes a Sword 't is present death Or else this Blow should broach thy dearest Bloud But I le vnto his Maiestie and craue I may haue libertie to venge this Wrong When thou shalt see I le meet thee to thy cost Vern Well miscreant I le be there as soone as you And after meete you sooner then you would Exeunt Actus Quartus Scena Prima Enter King Glocester Winchester Yorke Suffolke Somerset Warwicke Talbot and Gouernor Exeter Glo. Lord Bishop set the Crowne vpon his head Win. God saue King Henry of that name the sixt Glo. Now Gouernour of Paris take your oath That you elect no other King but him Esteeme none Friends but such as are his Friends And none your Foes but such as shall pretend Malicious practises against his State This shall ye do so helpe you righteous God Enter Falstaffe Fal. My gracious Soueraigne as I rode from Calice To haste vnto your Coronation A Letter was deliuer'd to my hands Writ to your Grace from th' Duke of Burgundy Tal. Shame to the Duke of Burgundy and thee I vow'd base Knight when I did meete the next To teare the Garter from thy Crauens legge Which I haue done because vnworthily Thou was 't installed in that High Degree Pardon me Princely Henry and the rest This Dastard at the battell of Poictiers When but in all I was sixe thousand strong And that the French were almost ten to one Before we met or that a stroke was giuen Like to a trustie Squire did run away In which assault we lost twelue hundred men My selfe and diuers Gentlemen beside Were there surpriz'd and taken prisoners Then iudge great Lords if I haue done amisse Or whether that such Cowards ought to weare This Ornament of Knighthood yea or no Glo. To say the truth this fact was infamous And ill beseeming any common man Much more a Knight a Captaine and a Leader Tal. When first this Order was ordain'd my Lords Knights of the Garter were of Noble birth Valiant and Vertuous full of haughtie Courage Such as were growne to credit by the warres Not fearing Death nor shrinking for Distresse But alwayes resolute in most extreames He then that is not furnish'd in this sort Doth but vsurpe the Sacred name of Knight Prophaning this most Honourable Order And should if I were worthy to be Iudge Be quite degraded like a Hedge-borne Swaine That doth presume to boast of Gentle blood K. Staine to thy Countrymen thou hear'st thy doom Be packing therefore thou that was 't a knight Henceforth we banish thee on paine of death And now Lord Protector view the Letter Sent from our Vnckle Duke of Burgundy Glo. What meanes his Grace that he hath chaung'd his Stile No more but plaine and bluntly To the King Hath he forgot he is his Soueraigne Or doth this churlish Superscription Pretend some alteration in good will What 's heere I haue vpon especiall cause Mou'd with compassion of my Countries wracke Together with the pittifull complaints Of such as your oppression feedes vpon Forsaken your pernitious Faction And ioyn'd with Charles the rightfull king of France O monstrous Treachery Can this be so That in alliance amity and oathes There should be found such false dissembling guile King What doth my Vnckle Burgundy reuolt Glo. He doth my Lord and is become your foe King Is that the worst this Letter doth containe Glo. It is the worst and all my Lord he writes King Why then Lord Talbot there shal talk with him And giue him chasticement for this abuse How say you my Lord are you not content Tal. Content my Liege Yes But y t I am preuented I should haue begg'd I might haue bene employd King Then gather strength and march vnto him straight Let him perceiue how ill we brooke his Treason And what offence it is to flout his Friends Tal. I go my Lord in heart desiring still You may behold confusion of your foes Enter Vernon and Bassit Ver. Grant me the Combate gracious Soueraigne Bas And me my Lord grant me the Combate too Yorke This is my Seruant heare him Noble Prince Som. And this is mine sweet Henry fauour him King Be patient Lords and giue them leaue to speak Say Gentlemen what makes you thus exclaime And wherefore craue you Combate Or with whom Ver. With him my Lord for he hath done me wrong Bas And I with him for he hath done me wrong King What is that wrong wherof you both complain First let me know and then I le answer you Bas Crossing the Sea from England into France This Fellow heere with enuious carping tongue Vpbraided me about the Rose I weare Saying the sanguine colour of the Leaues Did represent my Masters blushing cheekes When stubbornly he did repugne the truth About a certaine question in the Law Argu'd betwixt the Duke of Yorke and him With other vile and ignominious tearmes In confutation of which rude
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
Natures myracle Thou art alotted to be tane by me So doth the Swan her downie Signets saue Keeping them prisoner vnderneath his wings Yet if this seruile vsage once offend Go and be free againe as Suffolkes friend She is going Oh slay I haue no power to let her passe My hand would free her but my heart sayes no. As playes the Sunne vpon the glassie streames Twinkling another counterfetted beame So seemes this gorgeous beauty to mine eyes Faine would I woe her yet I dare not speake I le call for Pen and Inke and write my minde Fye De la Pole disable not thy selfe Hast not a Tongue Is she not heere Wilt thou be daunted at a Womans sight I Beauties Princely Maiesty is such ' Confounds the tongue and makes the senses rough Mar. Say Earle of Suffolke if thy name be so What ransome must I pay before I passe For I perceiue I am thy prisoner Suf. How canst thou tell she will deny thy suite Before thou make a triall of her loue M. Why speak'st thou not What ransom must I pay Suf. She 's beautifull and therefore to be Wooed She is a Woman therefore to be Wonne Mar. Wilt thou accept of ransome yea or no Suf. Fond man remember that thou hast a wife Then how can Margaret be thy Paramour Mar. I were best to leaue him for he will not heare Suf. There all is marr'd there lies a cooling card Mar. He talkes at randon sure the man is mad Suf. And yet a dispensation may bee had Mar. And yet I would that you would answer me Suf. I le win this Lady Margaret For whom Why for my King Tush that 's a woodden thing Mar. He talkes of wood It is some Carpenter Suf. Yet so my fancy may be satisfied And peace established betweene these Realmes But there remaines a scruple in that too For though her Father be the King of Naples Duke of Aniou and Mayne yet is he poore And our Nobility will scorne the match Mar. Heare ye Captaine Are you not at leysure Suf. It shall be so disdaine they ne're so much Henry is youthfull and will quickly yeeld Madam I haue a secret to reueale Mar. What though I be inthral'd he seems a knight And will not any way dishonor me Suf. Lady vouchsafe to listen what I say Mar. Perhaps I shall be rescu'd by the French And then I need not craue his curtesie Suf. Sweet Madam giue me hearing in a cause Mar. Tush women haue bene captiuate ere now Suf. Lady wherefore talke you so Mar. I cry you mercy 't is but Quid for Quo. Suf. Say gentle Princesse would you not suppose Your bondage happy to be made a Queene Mar. To be a Queene in bondage is more vile Than is a slaue in base seruility For Princes should be free Suf. And so shall you If happy Englandâ— Royall King be free Mar. Why what concernes his freedome vnto mee Suf. I le vndertake to make thee Henries Queene To put a Golden Scepter in thy hand And set a precious Crowne vpon thy head If thou wilt condiscend to be my Mar. What Suf. His loue Mar. I am vnworthy to be Henries wife Suf. No gentle Madam I vnworthy am To woe so faire a Dame to be his wife And haue no portion in the choice my selfe How say you Madam are ye so content Mar. And if my Father please I am content Suf. Then call our Captaines and our Colours forth And Madam at your Fathers Castle walles Wee 'l craue a parley to conferre with him Sound Enter Reignier on the Walles See Reignier see thy daughter prisoner Reig. To whom Suf. To me Reig. Suffolke what remedy I am a Souldier and vnapt to weepe Or to exclaime on Fortunes ficklenesse Suf. Yes there is remedy enough my Lord Consent and for thy Honor giue consent Thy daughter shall be wedded to my King Whom I with paine haue wooed and wonne thereto And this her easie held imprisonment Hath gain'd thy daughter Princely libertie Reig. Speakes Suffolke as he thinkes Suf. Faire Margaret knowes That Suffolke doth not flatter face or faine Reig. Vpon thy Princely warrant I descend To giue thee answer of thy iust demand Suf. And heere I will expect thy comming Trumpets sound Enter Reignier Reig. Welcome braue Earle into our Territories Command in Aniou what your Honor pleases Suf. Thankes Reignier happy for so sweet a Childe Fit to be made companion with a King What answer makes your Grace vnto my suite Reig. Since thou dost daigne to woe her little worth To be the Princely Bride of such a Lord Vpon condition I may quietly Enioy mine owne the Country Maine and Aniou Free from oppression or the stroke of Warre My daughter shall be Henries if he please Suf. That is her ransome I deliuer her And those two Counties I will vndertake Your Grace shall well and quietly enioy Reig. And I againe in Henries Royall name As Deputy vnto that gracious King Giue thee her hand for signe of plighted faith Suf. Reignier of France I giue thee Kingly thankes Because this is in Trafficke of a King And yet me thinkes I could be well content To be mine owne Atturney in this case I le ouer then to England with this newes And make this marriage to be solemniz'd So farewell Reignier set this Diamond safe In Golden Pallaces as it becomes Reig. I do embrace thee as I would embrace The Christian Prince King Henrie were he heere Mar. Farewell my Lord good wishes praise praiers Shall Suffolke euer haue of Margaret Shee is going Suf. Farwell sweet Madam but hearke you Margaret No Princely commendations to my King Mar. Such commendations as becomes a Maide A Virgin and his Seruant say to him Suf. Words sweetly plac'd and modestie directed But Madame I must trouble you againe No louing Token to his Maiestie Mar. Yes my good Lord a pure vnspotted heart Neuer yet taint with loue I send the King Suf. And this withall Kisse her Mar. That for thy selfe I will not so presume To send such peeuish tokens to a King Suf. Oh wert thou for my selfe but Suffolke stay Thou mayest not wander in that Labyrinth There Minotaurs and vgly Treasons lurke Solicite Henry with her wonderous praise Bethinke thee on her Vertues that surmount Mad naturall Graces that extinguish Art Repeate their semblance often on the Seas That when thou com'st to kneele at Henries feete Thou mayest bereaue him of his wits with wonder Exit Enter Yorke Warwicke Shepheard Pucell Yor. Bring forth that Sorceresse condemn'd to burne Shep. Ah Ione this kils thy Fathers heart out-right Haue I sought euery Country farre and neere And now it is my chance to finde thee out Must I behold thy timelesse cruell death Ah Ione sweet daughter Ione I le die with thee Pucel Decrepit Miser base ignoble Wretch I am descended of a gentler blood Thou art no Father nor no Friend of mine Shep. Out out My Lords and please you 't is not so I
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
Discipline Thy late exploits done in the heart of France When thou wert Regent for our Soueraigne Haue made thee fear'd and honor'd of the people Ioyne we together for the publike good In what we can to bridle and suppresse The pride of Suffolke and the Cardinall With Somersets and Buckinghams Ambition And as we may cherish Duke Humfries deeds While they do tend the profit of the Land War So God helpe Warwicke as he loues the Land And common profit of his Countrey Yor. And so sayes Yorke For he hath greatest cause Salisbury Then le ts make hast away And looke vnto the maine Warwicke Vnto the maine Oh Father Maine is lost That Maine which by maine force Warwicke did winne And would haue kept so long as breath did last Main-chance father you meant but I meant Maine Which I will win from France or else be slaine Exit Warwicke and Salisbury Manet Yorke Yorke Aniou and Maine are giuen to the French Paris is lost the state of Normandie Stands on a tickle point now they are gone Suffolke concluded on the Articles The Peeres agreed and Henry was well pleas'd To change two Dukedomes for a Dukes faire daughter I cannot blame them all what is' t to them 'T is thine they giue away and not their owne Pirates may make cheape penyworths of their pillage And purchase Friends and giue to Curtezans Still reuelling like Lords till all be gone While as the silly Owner of the goods Weepes ouer them and wrings his haplesse hands And shakes his head and trembling stands aloofe While all is shar'd and all is borne away Ready to sterue and dare not touch his owne So Yorke must sit and fret and bite his tongue While his owne Lands are bargain'd for and sold Me thinkes the Realmes of England France Ireland Beare that proportion to my flesh and blood As did the fatall brand Althaea burnt Vnto the Princes heart of Calidon Aniou and Maine both giuen vnto the French Cold newes for me for I had hope of France Euen as I haue of fertile Englands soile A day will come when Yorke shall claime his owne And therefore I will take the Neuils parts And make a shew of loue to proud Duke Humfrey And when I spy aduantage claime the Crowne For that 's the Golden marke I seeke to hit Nor shall proud Lancaster vsurpe my right Nor hold the Scepter in his childish Fist Nor weare the Diadem vpon his head Whose Church-like humors fits not for a Crowne Then Yorke be still a-while till time do serue Watch thou and wake when others be asleepe To prie into the secrets of the State Till Henrie surfetting in ioyes of loue With his new Bride Englands deere bought Queen And Humfrey with the Peeres be falne at iarres Then will I raise aloft the Milke-white-Rose With whose sweet smell the Ayre shall be perfum'd And in in my Standard beare the Armes of Yorke To grapple with the house of Lancaster And force perforce I le make him yeeld the Crowne Whose bookish Rule hath pull'd faire England downe Exit Yorke Enter Duke Humfrey and his wife Elianor Elia. Why droopes my Lord like ouer-ripen'd Corn Hanging the head at Ceres plenteous load Why doth the Great Duke Humfrey knit his browes As frowning at the Fauours of the world Why are thine eyes fixt to the sullen earth Gazing on that which seemes to dimme thy sight What seest thou there King Henries Diadem Inchac'd with all the Honors of the world If so Gaze on and grouell on thy face Vntill thy head be circled with the same Put forth thy hand reach at the glorious Gold What is' t too short I le lengthen it with mine And hauing both together heau'd it vp Wee 'l both together lift our heads to heauen And neuer more abase our sight so low As to vouchsafe one glance vnto the ground Hum. O Nell sweet Nell if thou dost loue thy Lord Banish the Canker of ambitious thoughts And may that thought when I imagine ill Against my King and Nephew vertuous Henry Be my last breathing in this mortall world My troublous dreames this night doth make me sad Eli. What dream'd my Lord tell me and I le requite it With sweet rehearsall of my mornings dreame Hum. Me thought this staffe mine Office-badge in Court Was broke in twaine by whom I haue forgot But as I thinke it was by ' th Cardinall And on the peeces of the broken Wand Were plac'd the heads of Edmond Duke of Somerset And William de la Pole first Duke of Suffolke This was my dreame what it doth bode God knowes Eli. Tut this was nothing but an argument That he that breakes a sticke of Glosters groue Shall loose his head for his presumption But list to me my Humfrey my sweete Duke Me thought I sate in Seate of Maiesty In the Cathedrall Church of Westminster And in that Chaire where Kings Queens wer crownd Where Henrie and Dame Margaret kneel'd to me And on my head did set the Diadem Hum. Nay Elinor then must I chide outright Presumptuous Dame ill-nurter'd Elianor Art thou not second Woman in the Realme And the Protectors wife belou'd of him Hast thou not worldly pleasure at command Aboue the reach or compasse of thy thought And wilt thou still be hammering Treachery To tumble downe thy husband and thy selfe From top of Honor to Disgraces feete Away from me and let me heare no more Elia. What what my Lord Are you so chollericke With Elianor for telling but her dreame Next time I le keepe my dreames vnto my selfe And not be check'd Hum. Nay be not angry I am pleas'd againe Enter Messenger Mess My Lord Protector 't is his Highnes pleasure You do prepare to ride vnto S. Albons Where as the King and Queene do meane to Hawke Hu. I go Come Nel thou wilt ride with vs Ex. Hum Eli. Yes my good Lord I le follow presently Follow I must I cannot go before While Gloster beares this base and humble minde Were I a Man a Duke and next of blood I would remoue these tedious stumbling blockes And smooth my way vpon their headlesse neckes And being a woman I will not be slacke To play my part in Fortunes Pageant Where are you there Sir Iohn nay feare not man We are alone here 's none but thee I. Enter Hume Hume Iesus preserue your Royall Maiesty Elia. What saist thou Maiesty I am but Grace Hume But by the grace of God and Humes aduice Your Graces Title shall be multiplied Elia. What saist thou man Hast thou as yet confer'd With Margerie Iordane the cunning Witch With Roger Bollingbrooke the Coniuter And will they vndertake to do me good Hume This they haue promised to shew your Highnes A Spirit rais'd from depth of vnder ground That shall make answere to such Questions As by your Grace shall be propounded him Elianor It is enough I le thinke vpon the Questions When from Saint Albones we doe make returne
Coale-Black as Iet King Why then thou know'st what Colour Iet is of Suff. And yet I thinke Iet did he neuer see Glost But Cloakes and Gownes before this day a many Wife Neuer before this day in all his life Glost Tell me Sirrha what 's my Name Simpc. Alas Master I know not Glost What 's his Name Simpc. I know not Glost Nor his Simpc. No indeede Master Glost What 's thine owne Name Simpc. Saunder Simpcoxe and if it please you Master Glost Then Saunder sit there The lying'st Knaue in Christendome If thou hadst beene borne blinde Thou might'st as well haue knowne all our Names As thus to name the seuerall Colours we doe weare Sight may distinguish of Colours But suddenly to nominate them all It is impossible My Lords Saint Albone here hath done a Miracle And would ye not thinke it Cunning to be great That could restore this Cripple to his Legges againe Simpc. O Master that you could Glost My Masters of Saint Albones Haue you not Beadles in your Towne And Things call'd Whippes Maior Yes my Lord if it please your Grace Glost Then send for one presently Maior Sirrha goe fetch the Beadle hither straight Exit Glost Now fetch me a Stoole hither by and by Now Sirrha if you meane to saue your selfe from Whipping leape me ouer this Stoole and runne away Simpc. Alas Master I am not able to stand alone You goe about to torture me in vaine Enter a Beadle with Whippes Glost Well Sir we must haue you finde your Legges Sirrha Beadle whippe him till he leape ouer that same Stoole Beadle I will my Lord. Come on Sirrha off with your Doublet quickly Simpc. Alas Master what shall I doe I am not able to stand After the Beadle hath hit him once he leapes ouer the Stoole and runnes away and they follow and cry A Miracle King O God seest thou this and bearest so long Queene It made me laugh to see the Villaine runne Glost Follow the Knaue and take this Drab away Wife Alas Sir we did it for pure need Glost Let thē be whipt through euery Market Towne Till they come to Barwick from whence they came Exit Card. Duke Humfrey ha's done a Miracle to day Suff. True made the Lame to leape and flye away Glost But you haue done more Miracles then I You made in a day my Lord whole Townes to flye Enter Buckingham King What Tidings with our Cousin Buckingham Buck. Such as my heart doth tremble to vnfold A sort of naughtie persons lewdly bent Vnder the Countenance and Confederacie Of Lady Elianor the Protectors Wife The Ring-leader and Head of all this Rout Haue practis'd dangerously against your State Dealing with Witches and with Coniurers Whom we haue apprehended in the Fact Raysing vp wicked Spirits from vnder ground Demanding of King Henries Life and Death And other of your Highnesse Priuie Councell As more at large your Grace shall vnderstand Card. And so my Lord Protector by this meanes Your Lady is forth-comming yet at London This Newes I thinke hath turn'd your Weapons edge 'T is like my Lord you will not keepe your houre Glost Ambitious Church-man leaue to afflict my heart Sorrow and griefe haue vanquisht all my powers And vanquisht as I am I yeeld to thee Or to the meanest Groome King O God what mischiefes work the wicked ones Heaping confusion on their owne heads thereby Queene Gloster see here the Taincture of thy Nest And looke thy selfe be faultlesse thou wert best Glost Madame for my selfe to Heauen I doe appease How I haue lou'd my King and Common-weale And for my Wife I know not how it stands Sorry I am to heare what I haue heard Noble shee is but if shee haue forgot Honor and Vertue and conuers't with such As like to Pytch defile Nobilitie I banish her my Bed and Companie And giue her as a Prey to Law and Shame That hath dis-honored Glosters honest Name King Well for this Night we will repose vs here To morrow toward London back againe To looke into this Businesse thorowly And call these foule Offendors to their Answeres And poyse the Cause in Iustice equall Scales Whose Beame stands sure whose rightful cause preuailes Flourish Exeunt Enter Yorke Salisbury and Warwick Yorke Now my good Lords of Salisbury Warwick Our simple Supper ended giue me leaue In this close Walke to satisfie my selfe In crauing your opinion of my Title Which is infallible to Englands Crowne Salisb. My Lord I long to heare it at full Warw. Sweet Yorke begin and if thy clayme be good The Neuills are thy Subiects to command Yorke Then thus Edward the third my Lords had seuen Sonnes The first Edward the Black-Prince Prince of Wales The second William of Hatfield and the third Lionel Duke of Clarence next to whom Was Iohn of Gaunt the Duke of Lancaster The fift was Edmond Langley Duke of Yorke The sixt was Thomas of Woodstock Duke of Gloster William of Windsor was the seuenth and last Edward the Black-Prince dyed before his Father And left behinde him Richard his onely Sonne Who after Edward the third's death raign'd as King Till Henry Bullingbrooke Duke of Lancaster The eldest Sonne and Heire of Iohn of Gaunt Crown'd by the Name of Henry the fourth Seiz'd on the Realme depos'd the rightfull King Sent his poore Queene to France from whence she came And him to Pumfret where as all you know Harmelesse Richard was murthered traiterously Warw. Father the Duke hath told the truth Thus got the House of Lancaster the Crowne Yorke Which now they hold by force and not by right For Richard the first Sonnes Heire being dead The Issue of the next Sonne should haue reign'd Salisb. But William of Hatfield dyed without an Heire Yorke The third Sonne Duke of Clarence From whose Line I clayme the Crowne Had Issue Phillip a Daughter Who marryed Edmond Mortimer Earle of March Edmond had Issue Roger Earle of March Roger had Issue Edmond Anne and Elianor Salisb. This Edmond in the Reigne of Bullingbrooke As I haue read layd clayme vnto the Crowne And but for Owen Glendour had beene King Who kept him in Captiuitie till he dyed But to the rest Yorke His eldest Sister Anne My Mother being Heire vnto the Crowne Marryed Richard Earle of Cambridge Who was to Edmond Langley Edward the thirds fift Sonnes Sonne By her I clayme the Kingdome She was Heire to Roger Earle of March Who was the Sonne of Edmond Mortimer Who marryed Phillip sole Daughter Vnto Lionel Duke of Clarence So if the Issue of the elder Sonne Succeed before the younger I am King Warw. What plaine proceedings is more plain then this Henry doth clayme the Crowne from Iohn of Gaunt The fourth Sonne Yorke claymes it from the third Till Lionels Issue fayles his should not reigne It fayles not yet but flourishes in thee And in thy Sonnes faire slippes of such a Stock Then Father Salisbury kneele we together And in this priuate Plot be we the first
That shall salute our rightfull Soueraigne With honor of his Birth-right to the Crowne Both. Long liue our Soueraigne Richard Englands King Yorke We thanke you Lords But I am not your King till I be Crown'd And that my Sword be stayn'd With heart-blood of the House of Lancaster And that 's not suddenly to be perform'd But with aduice and silent secrecie Doe you as I doe in these dangerous dayes Winke at the Duke of Saffolkes insolence At Beaufords Pride at Somersets Ambition At Buckingham and all the Crew of them Till they haue snar'd the Shepheard of the Flock That vertuous Prince the good Duke Humfrey 'T is that they seeke and they in seeking that Shall finde their deaths if Yorke â—an prophecie Salisb. My Lord breake we off we know your minde at full Warw. My heart assures me that the Earle of Warwick Shall one day make the Duke of Yorke a King Yorke And Neuill this I doe assure my selfe Richard shall liue to make the Earle of Warwick The greatest man in England but the King Exeunt Sound Trumpets Enter the King and State with Guard to banish the Duchesse King Stand forth Dame Elianor Cobham Glosters Wife In sight of God and vs your guilt is great Receiue the Sentence of the Law for sinne Such as by Gods Booke are adiudg'd to death You foure from hence to Prison back againe From thence vnto the place of Execution The Witch in Smithfield shall be burnt to ashes And you three shall be strangled on the Gallowes You Madame for you are more Nobly-borne Despoyled of your Honor in your Life Shall after three dayes open Penance done Liue in your Countrey here in Banishment With Sir Iohn Stanly in the I le of Man Elianor Welcome is Banishment welcome were my Death Glost Elianor the Law thou seest hath iudged thee I cannot iustifie whom the Law condemnes Mine eyes are full of teares my heart of griefe Ah Humfrey this dishonor in thine age Will bring thy head with sorrow to the ground I beseech your Maiestie giue me leaue to goe Sorrow would sollace and mine Age would ease King Stay Humfrey Duke of Gloster Ere thou goe giue vp thy Staffe Henry will to himselfe Protector be And God shall be my hope my stay my guide And Lanthorne to my feete And goe in peace Humfrey no lesse belou'd Then when thou wert Protector to thy King Queene I see no reason why a King of yeeres Should be to be protected like a Child God and King Henry gouerne Englands Realme Giue vp your Staffe Sir and the King his Realme Glost My Staffe Here Noble Henry is my Staffe As willingly doe I the same resigne As ere thy Father Henry made it mine And euen as willingly at thy feete I leaue it As others would ambitiously receiue it Farewell good King when I am dead and gone May honorable Peace attend thy Throne Exit Gloster Queene Why now is Henry King and Margaret Queen And Humfrey Duke of Gloster scarce himselfe That beares so shrewd a mayme two Pulls at once His Lady banisht and a Limbe lopt off This Staffe of Honor raught there let it stand Where it best fits to be in Henries hand Suff. Thus droupes this loftie Pyne hangs his sprayes Thus Elianors Pride dyes in her youngest dayes Yorke Lords let him goe Please it your Maiestie This is the day appointed for the Combat And ready are the Appellant and Defendant The Armorer and his Man to enter the Lists So please your Highnesse to behold the fight Queene I good my Lord for purposely therefore Left I the Court to see this Quarrell try'de King A Gods Name see the Lyfts and all things fit Here let them end it and God defend the right Yorke I neuer saw a fellow worse bestead Or more afraid to fight then is the Appellant The seruant of this Armorer my Lords Enter at one Doore the Armorer and his Neighbors drinking to him so much that hee is drunke and he enters with a Drumme before him and his Staffe with a Sand-bagge fastened to it and at the other Doore his Man with a Drumme and Sand-bagge and Prentices drinking to him 1. Neighbor Here Neighbour Horner I drinke to you in a Cup of Sack and feare not Neighbor you shall doe well enough 2. Neighbor And here Neighbour here 's a Cuppe of Charneco 3. Neighbor And here 's a Pot of good Double-Beere Neighbor drinke and feare not your Man Armorer Let it come yfaith and I le pledge you all and a figge for Peter 1. Prent. Here Peter I drinke to thee and be not afraid 2. Prent. Be merry Peter and feare not thy Master Fight for credit of the Prentices Peter I thanke you all drinke and pray for me I pray you for I thinke I haue taken my last Draught in this World Here Robin and if I dye I giue thee my Aporne and Will thou shalt haue my Hammer and here Tom take all the Money that I haue O Lord blesse me I pray God for I am neuer able to deale with my Master hee hath learnt so much fence already Salisb. Come leaue your drinking and fall to blowes Sirrha what 's thy Name Peter Peter forsooth Salisb. Peter what more Peter Thumpe Salisb. Thumpe Then see thou thumpe thy Master well Armorer Masters I am come hither as it were vpon my Mans instigation to proue him a Knaue and my selfe an honest man and touching the Duke of Yorke I will take my death I neuer meant him any ill nor the King nor the Queene and therefore Peter haue at thee with a downe-right blow Yorke Dispatch this Knaues tongue begins to double Sound Trumpets Alarum to the Combattants They fight and Peter strikes him downe Armorer Hold Peter hold I confesse I confesse Treason Yorke Take away his Weapon Fellow thanke God and the good Wine in thy Masters way Peter O God haue I ouercome mine Enemies in this presence O Peter thou hast preuayl'd in right King Goe take hence that Traytor from our sight For by his death we doe perceiue his guilt And God in Iustice hath reueal'd to vs The truth and innocence of this poore fellow Which he had thought to haue murther'd wrongfully Come fellow follow vs for thy Reward Sound a flourish Exeunt Enter Duke Humfrey and his Men in Mourning Cloakes Glost Thus sometimes hath the brightest day a Cloud And after Summer euermore succeedes Barren Winter with his wrathfull nipping Cold So Cares and Ioyes abound at Seasons fleet Sirs what 's a Clock Seru. Tenne my Lord. Glost Tenne is the houre that was appointed me To watch the comming of my punisht Duchesse Vnneath may shee endure the Flintie Streets To treade them with her tender-feeling feet Sweet Nell ill can thy Noble Minde abrooke The abiect People gazing on thy face With enuious Lookes laughing at thy shame That erst did follow thy prowd Chariot-Wheeles When thou didst ride in triumph through the streets But soft I thinke she comes and I
he was successiue Heire And such high vaunts of his Nobilitie Did instigate the Bedlam braine-sick Duchesse By wicked meanes to frame our Soueraignes fall Smooth runnes the Water where the Brooke is deepe And in his simple shew he harbours Treason The Fox barkes not when he would steale the Lambe No no my Soueraigne Glouster is a man Vnsounded yet and full of deepe deceit Card. Did he not contrary to forme of Law Deuise strange deaths for small offences done Yorke And did he not in his Protectorship Leuie great summes of Money through the Realme For Souldiers pay in France and neuer sent it By meanes whereof the Townes each day reuolted Buck. Tut these are petty faults to faults vnknowne Which time will bring to light in smooth Duke Humfrey King My Lords at once the care you haue of vs To mowe downe Thornes that would annoy our Foot Is worthy prayse but shall I speake my conscience Our Kinsman Gloster is as innocent From meaning Treason to our Royall Person As is the sucking Lambe or harmelesse Done The Duke is vertuous milde and too well giuen To dreame on euill or to worke my downefall Qu. Ah what 's more dangerous then this fond affiance Seemes he a Doue his feathers are but borrow'd For hee 's disposed as the hatefull Rauen. Is he a Lambe his Skinne is surely lent him For hee 's enclin'd as is the rauenous Wolues Who cannot steale a shape that meanes deceit Take heed my Lord the welfare of vs all Hangs on the cutting short that fraudfull man Enter Somerset Som. All health vnto my gracious Soueraigne King Welcome Lord Somerset What Newes from France Som. That all your Interest in those Territories Is vtterly bereft you all is lost King Cold Newes Lord Somerset but Gods will be done Yorke Cold Newes for me for I had hope of France As firmely as I hope for fertile England Thus are my Blossomes blasted in the Bud And Caterpillers eate my Leaues away But I will remedie this geare ere long Or sell my Title for a glorious Graue Enter Gloucester Glost All happinesse vnto my Lord the King Pardon my Liege that I haue stay'd so long Suff. Nay Gloster know that thou art come too soone Vnlesse thou wert more loyall then thou art I doe arrest thee of High Treason here Glost Well Suffolke thou shalt not see me blush Nor change my Countenance for this Arrest A Heart vnspotted is not easily daunted The purest Spring is not so free from mudde As I am cleare from Treason to my Soueraigne Who can accuse me wherein am I guiltie Yorke 'T is thought my Lord That you tooke Bribes of France And being Protector stay'd the Souldiers pay By meanes whereof his Highnesse hath lost France Glost Is it but thought so What are they that thinke it I neuer rob'd the Souldiers of their pay Nor euer had one penny Bribe from France So helpe me God as I haue watcht the Night I Night by Night in studying good for England That Doyt that ere I wrested from the King Or any Groat I hoorded to my vse Be brought against me at my Tryall day No many a Pound of mine owne proper store Because I would not taxe the needie Commons Haue I dis-pursed to the Garrisons And neuer ask'd for restitution Card. It serues you well my Lord to say so much Glost I say no more then truth so helpe me God Yorke In your Protectorship you did deuise Strange Tortures for Offendors neuer heard of That England was defam'd by Tyrannie Glost Why 't is well known that whiles I was Protector Pittie was all the fault that was in me For I should melt at an Offendors teares And lowly words were Ransome for their fault Vnlesse it were a bloody Murtherer Or foule felonious Theefe that fleec'd poore passengers I neuer gaue them condigne punishment Murther indeede that bloodie sinne I tortur'd Aboue the Felon or what Trespas else Suff. My Lord these faults are easie quickly answer'd But mightier Crimes are lay'd vnto your charge Whereof you cannot easily purge your selfe I doe arrest you in his Highnesse Name And here commit you to my Lord Cardinall To keepe vntill your further time of Tryall King My Lord of Gloster 't is my speciall hope That you will cleare your selfe from all suspence My Conscience tells me you are innocent Glost Ah gracious Lord these dayes are dangerous Vertue is choakt with foule Ambition And Charitie chas'd hence by Rancours hand Foule Subornation is predominant And Equitie exil'd your Highnesse Land I know their Complot is to haue my Life And if my death might make this Iland happy And proue the Period of their Tyrannie I would expend it with all willingnesse But mine is made the Prologue to their Play For thousands more that yet suspect no perill Will not conclude their plotted Tragedie Beaufords red sparkling eyes blab his hearts mallice And Suffolks cloudie Brow his stormie hate Sharpe Buckingham vnburthens with his tongue The enuious Load that lyes vpon his heart And dogged Yorke that reaches at the Moone Whose ouer-weening Arme I haue pluckt-back By false accuse doth leuell at my Life And you my Soueraigne Lady with the rest Causelesse haue lay'd disgraces on my head And with your best endeuour haue stirr'd vp My liefest Liege to be mine Enemie I all of you haue lay'd your heads together My selfe had notice of your Conuenticles And all to make away my guiltlesse Life I shall not want false Witnesse to condemne me Nor store of Treasons to augment my guilt The ancient Prouerbe will be well effected A Staffe is quickly found to beat a Dogge Card. My Liege his rayling is intollerable If those that care to keepe your Royall Person From Treasons secret Knife and Traytors Rage Be thus vpbrayded chid and rated at And the Offendor graunted scope of speech 'T will make them coole in zeale vnto your Grace Suff. Hath he not twit our Soueraigne Lady here With ignominious words though Clarkely coucht As if she had suborned some to sweare False allegations to o'rethrow his state Qu. But I can giue the loser leaue to chide Glost Farre truer spoke then meant I lose indeede Beshrew the winners for they play'd me false And well such losers may haue leaue to speake Buck. Hee 'le wrest the sence and hold vs here all day Lord Cardinall he is your Prisoner Card. Sirs take away the Duke and guard him sure Glost Ah thus King Henry throwes away his Crutch Before his Legges be firme to beare his Body Thus is the Shepheard beaten from thy side And Wolues are gnarling who shall gnaw thee first Ah that my feare were false ah that it were For good King Henry thy decay I feare Exit Gloster King My Lords what to your wisdomes seemeth best Doe or vndoe as if our selfe were here Queene What will your Highnesse leaue the Parliament King I Margaret my heart is drown'd with griefe Whose floud begins to flowe within mine eyes My Body round
engyrt with miserie For what 's more miserable then Discontent Ah Vnckle Humfrey in thy face I see The Map of Honor Truth and Loyaltie And yet good Humfrey is the houre to come That ere I prou'd thee false or fear'd thy faith What lowring Starre now enuies thy estate That these great Lords and Margaret our Queene Doe seeke subuersion of thy harmelesse Life Thou neuer didst them wrong nor no man wrong And as the Butcher takes away the Calfe And binds the Wretch and beats it when it strayes Bearing it to the bloody Slaughter-house Euen so remorselesse haue they borne him hence And as the Damme runnes lowing vp and downe Looking the way her harmelesse young one went And can doe naught but wayle her Darlings losse Euen so my selfe bewayles good Glosters case With sad vnhelpefull teares and with dimn'd eyes Looke after him and cannot doe him good So mightie are his vowed Enemies His fortunes I will weepe and 'twixt each groane Say who 's a Traytor Gloster he is none Exit Queene Free Lords Cold Snow melts with the Sunnes hot Beames Henry my Lord is cold in great Affaires Too full of foolish pittie and Glosters shew Beguiles him as the mournefull Crocodile With sorrow snares relenting passengers Or as the Snake roll'd in a flowring Banke With shining checker'd slough doth sting a Child That for the beautie thinkes it excellent Beleeue me Lords were none more wise then I And yet herein I iudge mine owne Wit good This Gloster should be quickly rid the World To rid vs from the feare we haue of him Card. That he should dye is worthie pollicie But yet we want a Colour for his death 'T is meet he be condemn'd by course of Law Suff. But in my minde that were no pollicie The King will labour still to saue his Life The Commons haply rise to saue his Life And yet we haue but triuiall argument More then mistrust that shewes him worthy death Yorke So that by this you would not haue him dye Suff. Ah Yorke no man aliue so faine as I. Yorke 'T is Yorke that hath more reason for his death But my Lord Cardinall and you my Lord of Suffolke Say as you thinke and speake it from your Soules Wer 't not all one an emptie Eagle were set To guard the Chicken from a hungry Kyte As place Duke Humfrey for the Kings Protector Queene So the poore Chicken should be sure of death Suff. Madame 't is true and wer 't not madnesse then To make the Fox surueyor of the Fold Who being accus'd a craftie Murtherer His guilt should be but idly posted ouer Because his purpose is not executed No let him dye in that he is a Fox By nature prou'd an Enemie to the Flock Before his Chaps be stayn'd with Crimson blood As Humfrey prou'd by Reasons to my Liege And doe not stand on Quillets how to slay him Be it by Gynnes by Snares by Subtletie Sleeping or Waking 't is no matter how So he be dead for that is good deceit Which mates him first that first intends deceit Queene Thrice Noble Suffolke 't is resolutely spoke Suff. Not resolute except so much were done For things are often spoke and seldome meant But that my heart accordeth with my tongue Seeing the deed is meritorious And to preserue my Soueraigne from his Foe Say but the word and I will be his Priest Card. But I would haue him dead my Lord of Suffolke Ere you can take due Orders for a Priest Say you consent and censure well the deed And I le prouide his Executioner I tender so the safetie of my Liege Suff. Here is my Hand the deed is worthy doing Queene And so say I. Yorke And I and now we three haue spoke it It skills not greatly who impugnes our doome Enter a Poste Post Great Lords from Ireland am I come amaine To signifie that Rebels there are vp And put the Englishmen vnto the Sword Send Succours Lords and stop the Rage betime Before the Wound doe grow vncurable For being greene there is great hope of helpe Card. A Breach that craues a quick expedient stoppe What counsaile giue you in this weightie cause Yorke That Somerset be sent as Regent thither 'T is meet that luckie Ruler be imploy'd Witnesse the fortune he hath had in France Som. If Yorke with all his farre-fet pollicie Had beene the Regent there in stead of me He neuer would haue stay'd in France so long Yorke No not to lose it all as thou hast done I rather would haue lost my Life betimes Then bring a burthen of dis-honour home By staying there so long till all were lost Shew me one skarre character'd on thy Skinne Mens flesh preseru'd so whole doe seldome winne Qu. Nay then this sparke will proue a raging fire If Wind and Fuell be brought to feed it with No more good Yorke sweet Somerset be still Thy fortune Yorke hadst thou beene Regent there Might happily haue prou'd farre worse then his Yorke What worse then naught nay then a shame take all Somerset And in the number thee that wishest shame Card. My Lord of Yorke trie what your fortune is Th' vnciuill Kernes of Ireland are in Armes And temper Clay with blood of Englishmen To Ireland will you leade a Band of men Collected choycely from each Countie some And trie your hap against the Irishmen Yorke I will my Lord so please his Maiestie Suff. Why our Authoritie is his consent And what we doe establish he confirmes Then Noble Yorke take thou this Taske in hand Yorke I am content Prouide me Souldiers Lords Whiles I take order for mine owne affaires Suff. A charge Lord Yorke that I will see perform'd But now returne we to the false Duke Humfrey Card. No more of him for I will deale with him That henceforth he shall trouble vs no more And so breake off the day is almost spent Lord Suffolke you and I must talke of that euent Yorke My Lord of Suffolke within foureteene dayes At Bristow I expect my Souldiers For there I le shippe them all for Ireland Suff. I le see it truly done my Lord of Yorke Exeunt Mauet Yorke Yorke Now Yorke or neuer steele thy fearfull thoughts And change misdoubt to resolution Be that thou hop'st to be or what thou art Resigne to death it is not worth th' enioying Let pale-fac't feare keepe with the meane-borne man And finde no harbor in a Royall heart Faster thē Spring-time showres comes thoght on thoght And not a thought but thinkes on Dignitie My Brayne more busie then the laboring Spider Weaues tedious Snares to trap mine Enemies Well Nobles well 't is politikely done To send me packing with an Hoast of men I feare me you but warme the starued Snake Who cherisht in your breasts will sting your hearts 'T was men I lackt and you will giue them me I take it kindly yet be well assur'd You put sharpe Weapons in a mad-mans hands Whiles I in Ireland nourish a mightie Band
I will stirre vp in England some black Storme Shall blowe ten thousand Soules to Heauen or Hell And this fell Tempest shall not cease to rage Vntill the Golden Circuit on my Head Like to the glorious Sunnes transparant Beames Doe calme the furie of this mad-bred Flawe And for a minister of my intent I haue seduc'd a head-strong Kentishman Iohn Cade of Ashford To make Commotion as full well he can Vnder the Title of Iohn Mortimer In Ireland haue I seene this stubborne Cade Oppose himselfe against a Troupe of Kernes And fought so long till that his thighes with Darts Were almost like a sharpe-quill'd Porpentine And in the end being rescued I haue seene Him capre vpright like a wilde Morisco Shaking the bloody Darts as he his Bells Full often like a shag-hayr'd craftie Kerne Hath he conuersed with the Enemie And vndiscouer'd come to me againe And giuen me notice of their Villanies This Deuill here shall be my substitute For that Iohn Mortimer which now is dead In face in gate in speech he doth resemble By this I shall perceiue the Commons minde How they affect the House and Clayâ—e of Yorke Say he be taken rackt and tortured I know no paine they can inflict vpon him Will make him say I mou'd him to those Armes Say that he thriue as 't is great like he will Why then from Ireland come I with my strength And reape the Haruest which that Rascall sow'd For Humfrey being dead as he shall be And Henry put apart the next for me Exit Enter two or three running ouer the Stage from the Murther of Duke Humfrey 1. Runne to my Lord of Suffolke let him know We haue dispatcht the Duke as he commanded 2. Oh that it were to doe what haue we done Didst euer heare a man so penitent Enter Suffolke 1. Here comes my Lord. Suff. Now Sirs haue you dispatcht this thing 1. I my good Lord hee 's dead Suff. Why that 's well said Goe get you to my House I will reward you for this venturous deed The King and all the Peeres are here at hand Haue you layd faire the Bed Is all things well According as I gaue directions 1. 'T is my good Lord. Suff. Away be gone Exeunt Sound Trumpets Enter the King the Queene Cardinall Suffolke Somerset with Attendants King Goe call our Vnckle to our presence straight Say we intend to try his Grace to day If he be guiltie as 't is published Suff. I le call him presently my Noble Lord. Exit King Lords take your places and I pray you all Proceed no straiter ' gainst our Vnckle Gloster Then from true euidence of good esteeme He be approu'd in practise culpable Queene God forbid any Malice should preuayle That faultlesse may condemne a Noble man Pray God he may acquit him of suspition King I thanke thee Nell these wordes content mee much Enter Suffolke How now why look'st thou pale why tremblest thou Where is our Vnckle what 's the matter Suffolke Suff. Dead in his Bed my Lord Gloster is dead Queene Marry God forfend Card. Gods secret Iudgement I did dreame to Night The Duke was dumbe and could not speake a word King sounds Qu. How fares my Lord Helpe Lords the King is dead Som. Rere vp his Body wring him by the Nose Qu. Runne goe helpe helpe Oh Henry ope thine eyes Suff. He doth reuiue againe Madame be patient King Oh Heauenly God Qu. How fares my gracious Lord Suff. Comfort my Soueraigne gracious Henry comfort King What doth my Lord of Suffolke comfort me Came he right now to sing a Rauens Note Whose dismall tune bereft my Vitall powres And thinkes he that the chirping of a Wren By crying comfort from a hollow breast Can chase away the first-conceiued sound Hide not thy poyson with such sugred words Lay not thy hands on me forbeare I say Their touch affrights me as a Serpents sting Thou balefull Messenger out of my sight Vpon thy eye-balls murderous Tyrannie Sits in grim Maiestie to fright the World Looke not vpon me for thine eyes are wounding Yet doe not goe away come Basiliske And kill the innocent gazer with thy sight For in the shade of death I shall finde ioy In life but double death now Gloster's dead Queene Why do you rate my Lord of Suffolke thus Although the Duke was enemie to him Yet he most Christian-like laments his death And for my selfe Foe as he was to me Might liquid teares or heart-offending groanes Or blood-consuming sighes recall his Life I would be blinde with weeping sicke with grones Looke pale as Prim-rose with blood-drinking sighes And all to haue the Noble Duke aliue What know I how the world may deeme of me For it is knowne we were but hollow Friends It may be iudg'd I made the Duke away So shall my name with Slanders tongue be wounded And Princes Courts be fill'd with my reproach This get I by his death Aye me vnhappie To be a Queene and Crown'd with infamie King Ah woe is me for Gloster wretched man Queen Be woe for me more wretched then he is What Dost thou turne away and hide thy face I am no loathsome Leaper looke on me What Art thou like the Adder waxen deafe Be poysonous too and kill thy forlorne Queene Is all thy comfort shut in Glosters Tombe Why then Dame Elianor was neere thy ioy Erect his Statue and worship it And make my Image but an Ale-house signe Was I for this nye wrack'd vpon the Sea And twice by aukward winde from Englands banke Droue backe againe vnto my Natiue Clime What boaded this but well fore-warning winde Did seeme to say seeke not a Scorpions Nest Nor set no footing on this vnkinde Shore What did I then But curst the gentle gusts And he that loos'd them forth their Brazen Caues And bid them blow towards Englands blessed shore Or turne our Sterne vpon a dreadfull Rocke Yet Aeolus would not be a murtherer But left that hatefull office vnto thee The pretty vaulting Sea refus'd to drowne me Knowing that thou wouldst haue me drown'd on shore With teares as salt as Sea through thy vnkindnesse The splitting Rockes cowr'd in the sinking sands And would not dash me with their ragged sides Because thy flinty heart more hard then they Might in thy Pallace perish Elianor As farre as I could ken thy Chalky Cliffes When from thy Shore the Tempest beate vs backe I stood vpon the Hatches in the storme And when the duskie sky began to rob My earnest-gaping-sight of thy Lands view I tooke a costly Iewell from my necke A Hart it was bound in with Diamonds And threw it towards thy Land The Sea receiu'd it And so I wish'd thy body might my Heart And euen with this I lost faire Englands view And bid mine eyes be packing with my Heart And call'd them blinde and duskie Spectacles For loosing ken of Albions wished Coast How often haue I tempted Suffolkes tongue The agent of thy foule inconstancie To sit
to blood If you go forward therefore yeeld or dye Cade As for these silken-coated slaues I passe not It is to you good people that I speake Ouer whom in time to come I hope to raigne For I am rightfull heyre vnto the Crowne Staff Villaine thy Father was a Playsterer And thou thy selfe a Sheareman art thou not Cade And Adam was a Gardiner Bro. And what of that Cade Marry this Edmund Mortimer Earle of March married the Duke of Clarence daughter did he not Staf. I sir Cade By her he had two children at one birth Bro. That 's false Cade I there 's the question But I say 't is true The elder of them being put to nurse Was by a begger-woman stolne away And ignorant of his birth and parentage Became a Bricklayer when he came to age His sonne am I deny it if you can But. Nay 't is too true therefore he shall be King Wea. Sir he made a Chimney in my Fathers house the brickes are aliue at this day to testifie it therefore deny it not Staf. And will you credit this base Drudges Wordes that speakes he knowes not what All. I marry will we therefore get ye gone Bro. Iacke Cade the D. of York hath taught you this Cade He lyes for I inuented it my selfe Go too Sirrah tell the King from me that for his Fathers sake Henry the fift in whose time boyes went to Span-counter for French Crownes I am content he shall raigne but I le be Protector ouer him Butcher And furthermore wee 'l haue the Lord Sayes head for selling the Dukedome of Maine Cade And good reason for thereby is England main'd And faine to go with a staffe but that my puissance holds it vp Fellow-Kings I tell you that that Lord Say hath gelded the Commonwealth and made it an Eunuch more then that he can speake French and therefore hee is a Traitor Staf. O grosse and miserable ignorance Cade Nay answer if you can The Frenchmen are our enemies go too then I ask but this Can he that speaks with the tongue of an enemy be a good Councellour or no All. No no and therefore wee 'l haue his head Bro. Well seeing gentle words will not preuayle Assaile them with the Army of the King Staf. Herald away and throughout euery Towne Proclaime them Traitors that are vp with Cade That those which flye before the battell ends May euen in their Wiues and Childrens sight Be hang'd vp for example at their doores And you that be the Kings Friends follow me Exit Cade And you that loue the Commons follow me Now shew your selues men 't is for Liberty We will not leaue one Lord one Gentleman Spare none but such as go in clouted shooen For they are thrifty honest men and such As would but that they dare not take our parts But. They are all in order and march toward vs. Cade But then are we in order when we are most out of order Come march forward Alarums to the fight wherein both the Staffords are slaine Enter Cade and the rest Cade Where 's Dicke the Butcher of Ashford But. Heere sir Cade They fell before thee like Sheepe and Oxen thou behaued'st thy selfe as if thou hadst beene in thine owne Slaughter-house Therfore thus will I reward thee the Lent shall bee as long againe as it is and thou shalt haue a License to kill for a hundred lacking one But. I desire no more Cade And to speake truth thou deseru'st no lesse This Monument of the victory will I beare and the bodies shall be dragg'd at my horse heeles till I do come to London where we will haue the Maiors sword born before vs. But. If we meane to thriue and do good breake open the Gaoles and let out the Prisoners Cade Feare not that I warrant thee Come let 's march towards London Exeunt Enter the King with a Supplication and the Queene with Suffolkes head the Duke of Buckingham and the Lord Say Queene Oft haue I heard that greefe softens the mind And makes it fearefull and degenerate Thinke therefore on reuenge and cease to weepe But who can cease to weepe and looke on this Heere may his head lye on my throbbing brest But where 's the body that I should imbrace Buc. What answer makes your Grace to the Rebells Supplication King I le send some holy Bishop to intreat For God forbid so many simple soules Should perish by the Sword And I my selfe Rather then bloody Warre shall cut them short Will parley with Iacke Cade their Generall But stay I le read it ouer once againe Qu. Ah barbarous villaines Hath this louely face Rul'd like a wandering Plannet ouer me And could it not inforce them to relent That were vnworthy to behold the same King Lord Say Iacke Cade hath sworne to huae thy head Say I but I hope your Highnesse shall haue his King How now Madam Still lamenting and mourning for Suffolkes death I feare me Loue if that I had beene dead Thou would'st not haue mourn'd so much for me Qu. No my Loue I should not mourne but dye for thee Enter a Messenger King How now What newes Why com'st thou in such haste Mes The Rebels are in Southwarke Fly my Lord Iacke Cade proclaimes himselfe Lord Mortimer Descended from the Duke of Clarence house And calles your Grace Vsurper openly And vowes to Crowne himselfe in Westminster His Army is a ragged multitude Of Hindes and Pezants rude and mercilesse Sir Humfrey Stafford and his Brothers death Hath giuen them heart and courage to proceede All Schollers Lawyers Courtiers Gentlemen They call false Catterpillers and intend their death Kin. Oh gracelesse men they know not what they do Buck. My gracious Lord retire to Killingworth Vntill a power be rais'd to put them downe Qu. Ah were the Duke of Suffolke now aliue These Kentish Rebels would be soone appeas'd King Lord Say the Traitors hateth thee Therefore away with vs to Killingworth Say So might your Graces person be in danger The sight of me is odious in their eyes And therefore in this Citty will I stay And liue alone as secret as I may Enter another Messenger Mess Iacke Cade hath gotten London-bridge The Citizens flye and forsake their houses The Rascall people thirsting after prey Ioyne with the Traitor and they ioyntly sweare To spoyle the City and your Royall Court. Buc. Then linger not my Lord away take horse King Come Margaret God our hope will succor vs. Qu. My hope is gone now Suffolke is deceast King Farewell my Lord trust not the Kentish Rebels Buc. Trust no body for feare you betraid Say The trust I haue is in mine innocence And therefore am I bold and resolute Exeunt Enter Lord Scales vpon the Tower walking Then enters two or three Citizens below Scales How now Is Iacke Cade slaine 1. Cit. No my Lord nor likely to be slaine For they haue wonne the Bridge Killing all those that withstand them The L. Maior
the Swords of common Souldiers slaine Edw. Lord Staffords Father Duke of Buckingham Is either slaine or wounded dangerous I cleft his Beauer with a down-right blow That this is true Father behold his blood Mount And Brother here 's the Earle of Wiltshires blood Whom I encountred as the Battels ioyn'd Rich. Speake thou for me and tell them what I did Plan. Richard hath best deseru'd of all my sonnes But is your Grace dead my Lord of Somerset Nor. Such hope haue all the line of Iohn of Gaunt Rich. Thus do I hope to shake King Henries head Warw. And so doe I victorious Prince of Yorke Before I see thee seated in that Throne Which now the House of Lancaster vsurpes I vow by Heauen these eyes shall neuer close This is the Pallace of the fearefull King And this the Regall Seat possesse it Yorke For this is thine and not King Henries Heires Plant. Assist me then sweet Warwick and I will For hither we haue broken in by force Norf. Wee 'le all assist you he that flyes shall dye Plant. Thankes gentle Norfolke stay by me my Lords And Souldiers stay and lodge by me this Night They goe vp Warw. And when the King comes offer him no violence Vnlesse he seeke to thrust you out perforce Plant. The Queene this day here holds her Parliament But little thinkes we shall be of her counsaile By words or blowes here let vs winne our right Rich. Arm'd as we are let 's stay within this House Warw. The bloody Parliament shall this be call'd Vnlesse Plantagenet Duke of Yorke be King And bashfull Henry depos'd whose Cowardize Hath made vs by-words to our enemies Plant. Then leaue me not my Lords be resolute I meane to take possession of my Right Warw. Neither the King nor he that loues him best The prowdest hee that holds vp Lancaster Dares stirre a Wing if Warwick shake his Bells I le plant Plantagenet root him vp who dares Resolue thee Richard clayme the English Crowne Flourish Enter King Henry Clifford Northumberland Westmerland Exeter and the rest Henry My Lords looke where the sturdie Rebell sits Euen in the Chayre of State belike he meanes Backt by the power of Warwicke that false Peere To aspire vnto the Crowne and reigne as King Earle of Northumberland he slew thy Father And thine Lord Clifford you both haue vow'd reuenge On him his sonnes his fauorites and his friends Northumb. If I be not Heauens be reueng'd on me Clifford The hope thereof makes Clifford mourne in Steele Westm What shall we suffer this le ts pluck him down My heart for anger burnes I cannot brooke it Henry Be patient gentle Earle of Westmerland Clifford Patience is for Poultroones such as he He durst not sit there had your Father liu'd My gracious Lord here in the Parliament Let vs assayle the Family of Yorke North Well hast thou spoken Cousin be it so Henry Ah know you not the Citie fauours them And they haue troupes of Souldiers at their beck Westm But when the Duke is slaine they 'le quickly flye Henry Farre be the thought of this from Henries heart To make a Shambles of the Parliament House Cousin of Exeter frownes words and threats Shall be the Warre that Henry meanes to vse Thou factious Duke of Yorke descend my Throne And kneele for grace and mercie at my feet I am thy Soueraigne Yorke I am thine Exet. For shame come downe he made thee Duke of Yorke Yorke It was my Inheritance as the Earledome was Exet. Thy Father was a Traytor to the Crowne Warw. Exeter thou art a Traytor to the Crowne In following this vsurping Henry Clifford Whom should hee follow but his naturall King Warw. True Clifford that 's Richard Duke of Yorke Henry And shall I stand and thou sit in my Throne Yorke It must and shall be so content thy selfe Warw. Be Duke of Lancaster let him be King Westm He is both King and Duke of Lancaster And that the Lord of Westmerland shall maintaine Warw. And Warwick shall disproue it You forget That we are those which chas'd you from the field And slew your Fathers and with Colours spread Marcht through the Citie to the Pallace Gates Northumb. Yes Warwicke I remember it to my griefe And by his Soule thou and thy House shall rue it Westm Plantagenet of thee and these thy Sonnes Thy Kinsmen and thy Friends I le haue more liues Then drops of bloud were in my Fathers Veines Cliff Vrge it no more left that in stead of words I send thee Warwicke such a Messenger As shall reuenge his death before I stirre Warw. Poore Clifford how I scorne his worthlesse Threats Plant. Will you we shew our Title to the Crowne If not our Swords shall pleade it in the field Henry What Title hast thou Traytor to the Crowne My Father was as thou art Duke of Yorke Thy Grandfather Roger Mortimer Earle of March I am the Sonne of Henry the Fift Who made the Dolphin and the French to stoupe And seiz'd vpon their Townes and Prouinces Warw. Talke not of France sith thou hast lost it all Henry The Lord Protector lost it and not I When I was crown'd I was but nine moneths old Rich. You are old enough now And yet me thinkes you loose Father teare the Crowne from the Vsurpers Head Edward Sweet Father doe so set it on your Head Mount Good Brother As thou lou'st and honorest Armes Let 's fight it out and not stand cauilling thus Richard Sound Drummes and Trumpets and the King will flye Plant. Sonnes peace Henry Peace thou and giue King Henry leaue to speake Warw. Plantagenet shal speake first Heare him Lords And be you silent and attentiue too For he that interrupts him shall not liue Hen. Think'st thou that I will leaue my Kingly Throne Wherein my Grandsire and my Father sat No first shall Warre vnpeople this my Realme I and their Colours often borne in France And now in England to our hearts great sorrow Shall be my Winding-sheet Why faint you Lords My Title 's good and better farre then his Warw. Proue it Henry and thou shalt be King Hen. Henry the Fourth by Conquest got the Crowne Plant. 'T was by Rebellion against his King Henry I know not what to say my Titles weake Tell me may not a King adopt an Heire Plant. What then Henry And if he may then am I lawfull King For Richard in the view of many Lords Resign'd the Crowne to Henry the Fourth Whose Heire my Father was and I am his Plant. He rose against him being his Soueraigne And made him to resigne his Crowne perforce Warw. Suppose my Lords he did it vnconstrayn'd Thinke you 't were preiudiciall to his Crowne Exet. No for he could not so resigne his Crowne But that the next Heire should succeed and reigne Henry Art thou against vs Duke of Exeter Exet. His is the right and therefore pardon me Plant. Why whisper you my Lords and answer not Exet. My Conscience tells me
he is lawfull King Henry All will reuolt from me and turne to him Northumb. Plantagenet for all the Clayme thou lay'st Thinke not that Henry shall be so depos'd Warw. Depos'd he shall be in despight of all Northumb. Thou art deceiu'd 'T is not thy Southerne power Of Essex Norfolke Suffolke nor of Kent Which makes thee thus presumptuous and prowd Can set the Duke vp in despight of me Clifford King Henry be thy Title right or wrong Lord Clifford vowes to fight in thy defence May that ground gape and swallow me aliue Where I shall kneele to him that slew my Father Henry Oh Clifford how thy words reuiue my heart Plant. Henry of Lancaster resigne thy Crowne What mutter you or what conspire you Lords Warw. Doe right vnto this Princely Duke of Yorke Or I will fill the House with armed men And ouer the Chayre of State where now he sits Write vp his Title with vsurping blood He stampes with his foot and the Souldiers shew themselues Henry My Lord of Warwick heare but one word Let me for this my life time reigne as King Plant. Confirme the Crowne to me and to mine Heires And thou shalt reigne in quiet while thou liu'st Henry I am content Richard Plantagenet Enioy the Kingdome after my decease Clifford What wrong is this vnto the Prince your Sonne Warw. What good is this to England and himselfe Westm Base fearefull and despayring Henry Clifford How hast thou iniur'd both thy selfe and vs Westm I cannot stay to heare these Articles Northumb. Nor I. Clifford Come Cousin let vs tell the Queene these Newes Westm Farwell faint-hearted and degenerate King In whose cold blood no sparke of Honor bides Northumb. Be thou a prey vnto the House of Yorke And dye in Bands for this vnmanly deed Cliff In dreadfull Warre may'st thou be ouercome Or liue in peace abandon'd and despis'd Warw. Turne this way Henry and regard them not Exeter They seeke reuenge and therefore will not yeeld Henry Ah Exeter Warw. Why should you sigh my Lord Henry Not for my selfe Lord Warwick but my Sonne Whom I vnnaturally shall dis-inherite But be it as it may I here entayle The Crowne to thee and to thine Heires for euer Conditionally that heere thou take an Oath To cease this Ciuill Warre and whil'st I liue To honor me as thy King and Soueraigne And neyther by Treason nor Hostilitie To seeke to put me downe and reigne thy selfe Plant. This Oath I willingly take and will performe Warw. Long liue King Henry Plantagenet embrace him Henry And long liue thou and these thy forward Sonnes Plant. Now Yorke and Lancaster are reconcil'd Exet. Accurst be he that seekes to make them foes Senet Here they come downe Plant. Farewell my gracious Lord I le to my Castle Warw. And I le keepe London with my Souldiers Norf. And I to Norfolke with my followerâ— Mount And I vnto the Sea from whence I came Henry And I with griefe and sorrow to the Court. Enter the Queene Exeter Heere comes the Queene Whose Lookes be wray her anger I le steale away Henry Exeter so will I. Queene Nay goe not from me I will follow thee Henry Be patient gentle Queene and I will stay Queene Who can be patient in such extreames Ah wretched man would I had dy'de a Maid And neuer seene thee neuer borne thee Sonne Seeing thou hast prou'd so vnnaturall a Father Hath he deseru'd to loose his Birth-right thus Hadst thou but lou'd him halfe so well as I Or felt that paine which I did for him once Or nourisht him as I did with my blood Thou would'st haue left thy dearest heart-blood there Rather then haue made that sauage Duke thine Heire And dis-inherited thine onely Sonne Prince Father you cannot dis-inherite me If you be King why should not I succeede Henry Pardon me Margaret pardon me sweet Sonne The Earle of Warwick and the Duke enforc't me Quee. Enforc't thee Art thou King and wilt be forc't I shame to heare thee speake ah timorous Wretch Thou hast vndone thy selfe thy Sonne and me And giu'n vnto the House of Yorke such head As thou shalt reigne but by their sufferance To entayle him and his Heires vnto the Crowne What is it but to make thy Sepulcher And creepe into it farre before thy time Warwick is Chancelor and the Lord of Callice Sterne Falconbridge commands the Narrow Seas The Duke is made Protector of the Realme And yet shalt thou be safe Such safetie findes The trembling Lambe inuironned with Wolues Had I beene there which am a silly Woman The Souldiers should haue toss'd me on their Pikes Before I would haue granted to that Act. But thou preferr'st thy Life before thine Honor. And seeing thou do'st I here diuorce my selfe Both from thy Table Henry and thy Bed Vntill that Act of Parliament be repeal'd Whereby my Sonne is dis-inherited The Northerne Lords that haue forsworne thy Colours Will follow mine if once they see them spread And spread they shall be to thy foule disgrace And vtter ruine of the House of Yorke Thus doe I leaue thee Come Sonne let 's away Our Army is ready come wee 'le after them Henry Stay gentle Margaret and heare me speake Queene Thou hast spoke too much already get thee gone Henry Gentle Sonne Edward thou wilt stay me Queene I to be murther'd by his Enemies Prince When I returne with victorie to the field I le see your Grace till then I le follow her Queene Come Sonne away we may not linger thus Henry Poore Queene How loue to me and to her Sonne Hath made her breake out into termes of Rage Reueng'd may she be on that hatefull Duke Whose haughtie spirit winged with desire Will cost my Crowne and like an emptie Eagle Tyre on the flesh of me and of my Sonne The losse of those three Lords torments my heart I le write vnto them and entreat them faire Come Cousin you shall be the Messenger Exet. And I I hope shall reconcile them all Exit Flourish Enter Richard Edward and Mountague Richard Brother though I bee youngest giue mee leaue Edward No I can better play the Orator Mount But I haue reasons strong and forceable Enter the Duke of Yorke Yorke Why how now Sonnes and Brother at a strife What is your Quarrell how began it first Edward No Quarrell but a slight Contention Yorke About what Rich. About that which concernes your Grace and vs The Crowne of England Father which is yours Yorke Mine Boy not till King Henry be dead Richard Your Right depends not on his life or death Edward Now you are Heire therefore enioy it now By giuing the House of Lancaster leaue to breathe It will out-runne you Father in the end Yorke I tooke an Oath that hee should quietly reigne Edward But for a Kingdome any Oath may be broken I would breake a thousand Oathes to reigne one yeere Richard No God forbid your Grace should be forsworne Yorke I shall be if I clayme by open
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
with them Nay stay not to expostulate make speed Or else come after I le away before Hen. Nay take me with thee good sweet Exeter Not that I feare to stay but loue to go Whether the Queene intends Forward away Exeunt A lowd alarum Enter Clifford Wounded Clif. Heere burnes my Candle out I heere it dies Which whiles it lasted gaue King Henry light O Lancaster I feare thy ouerthrow More then my Bodies parting with my Soule My Loue and Feare glew'd many Friends to thee And now I fall Thy tough Commixtures melts Impairing Henry strength'ning misproud Yorke And whether flye the Gnats but to the Sunne And who shines now but Henries Enemies O Phoebus had'st thou neuer giuen consent That Phaeton should checke thy fiery Steeds Thy burning Carre neuer had scorch'd the earth And Henry had'st thou sway'd as Kings should do Or as thy Father and his Father did Giuing no ground vnto the house of Yorke They neuer then had sprung like Sommer Flyes I and ten thousand in this lucklesse Realme Hed left no mourning Widdowes for our death And thou this day had'st kept thy Chaire in peace For what doth cherrish Weeds but gentle ayre And what makes Robbers bold but too much lenity Bootlesse are Plaints and Curelesse are my Wounds No way to flye nor strength to hold out flight The Foe is mercilesse and will not pitty For at their hands I haue deseru'd no pitty The ayre hath got into my deadly Wounds And much effuse of blood doth make me faint Come Yorke and Richard Warwicke and the rest I stab'd your Fathers bosomes Split my brest Alarum Retreat Enter Edward Warwicke Richard and Soldiers Montague Clarence Ed. Now breath we Lords good fortune bids vs pause And smooth the frownes of War with peacefull lookes Some Troopes pursue the bloody-minded Queene That led calme Henry though he were a King As doth a Saile fill'd with a fretting Gust Command an Argosie to stemme the Waues But thinke you Lords that Clifford fled with them War No 't is impossible he should escape For though before his face I speake the words Your Brother Richard markt him for the Graue And wheresoere he is hee 's surely dead Clifford grones Rich. Whose soule is that which takes hir heauy leaue A deadly grone like life and deaths departing See who it is Ed. And now the Battailes ended If Friend or Foe let him be gently vsed Rich. Reuoke that doome of mercy for 't is Clifford Who not contented that he lopp'd the Branch In hewing Rutland when his leaues put forth But set his murth'ring knife vnto the Roote From whence that tender spray did sweetly spring I meane our Princely Father Duke of Yorke War From off the gates of Yorke fetch down y e head Your Fathers head which Clifford placed there In stead whereof let this supply the roome Measure for measure must be answered Ed. Bring forth that fatall Schreechowle to our house That nothing sung but death to vs and ours Now death shall stop his dismall threatning sound And his ill-boading tongue no more shall speake War I thinke is vnderstanding is bereft Speake Clifford dost thou know who speakes to thee Darke cloudy death ore-shades his beames of life And he nor sees nor heares vs what we say Rich. O would he did and so perhaps he doth 'T is but his policy to counterfet Because he would auoid such bitter taunts Which in the time of death he gaue our Father Cla If so thou think'st Vex him with eager Words Rich. Clifford aske mercy and obtaine no grace Ed. Clifford repent in bootlesse penitence War Clifford deuise excuses for thy faults Cla. While we deuise fell Tortures for thy faults Rich. Thou didd'st loue Yorke and I am son to Yorke Edw. Thou pittied'st Rutland I will pitty thee Cla. Where 's Captaine Margaret to fence you now War They mocke thee Clifford Sweare as thou was 't wont Ric. What not an Oath Nay then the world go's hard When Clifford cannot spare his Friends an oath I know by that he 's dead and by my Soule If this right hand would buy two houres life That I in all despight might rayle at him This hand should chop it off with the issuing Blood Stifle the Villaine whose vnstanched thirst Yorke and yong Rutland could not satisfie War I but he 's dead Of with the Traitors head And reare it in the place your Fathers stands And now to London with Triumphant march There to be crowned Englands Royall King From whence shall Warwicke cut the Sea to France And aske the Ladie Bona for thy Queene So shalt thou sinow both these Lands together And hauing France thy Friend thou shalt not dread The scattred Foe that hopes to rise againe For though they cannot greatly sting to hurt Yet looke to haue them buz to offend thine eares First will I see the Coronation And then to Britanny I le crosse the Sea To effect this marriage so it please my Lord. Ed. Euen as thou wilt sweet Warwicke let it bee For in thy shoulder do I builde my Seate And neuer will I vndertake the thing Wherein thy counsaile and consent is wanting Richard I will create thee Duke of Gloucester And George of Clarence Warwicke as our Selfe Shall do and vndo as him pleaseth best Rich. Let me be Duke of Clarence George of Gloster For Glosters Dukedome is too ominous War Tut that 's a foolish obseruation Richard be Duke of Gloster Now to London To see these Honors in possession Exeunt Enter Sinklo and Humfrey with Crosse-bowes in their hands Sink Vnder this thicke growne brake wee 'l shrowd our selues For through this Laund anon the Deere will come And in this couert will we make our Stand Culling the principall of all the Deere Hum. I le stay aboue the hill so both may shoot Sink That cannot be the noise of thy Crosse-bow Will scarre the Heard and so my shoot is lost Heere stand we both and ayme we at the best And for the time shall not seeme tedious I le tell thee what befell me on a day In this selfe-place where now we meane to stand Sink Heere comes a man let 's stay till he be past Enter the King with a Prayer booke Hen. From Scotland am I stolne euen of pure loue To greet mine owne Land with my wishfull sight No Harry Harry 't is no Land of thine Thy place is fill'd thy Scepter wrung from thee Thy Balme washt off wherewith thou was Annointed No bending knee will call thee Caesar now No humble suters prease to speake for right No not a man comes for redresse of thee For how can I helpe them and not my selfe Sink I heere 's a Deere whose skin 's a Keepers Fee This is the quondam King Let 's seize vpon him Hen. Let me embrace the sower Aduersaries For Wise men say it is the wisest course Hum. Why linger we Let vs lay hands vpon him Sink Forbeare a-while wee 'l heare a little
perceiue my minde Wid. My minde will neuer graunt what I perceiue Your Highnesse aymes at if I ayme aright King To tell thee plaine I ayme to lye with thee Wid. To tell you plaine I had rather lye in Prison King Why then thou shalt not haue thy Husbands Lands Wid. Why then mine Honestie shall be my Dower For by that losse I will not purchase them King Therein thou wrong'st thy Children mightily Wid. Herein your Highnesse wrongs both them me But mightie Lord this merry inclination Accords not with the sadnesse of my suit Please you dismisse me eyther with I or no. King I if thou wilt say I to my request No if thou do'st say No to my demand Wid. Then No my Lord my suit is at an end Rich. The Widow likes him not shee knits her Browes Clarence Hee is the bluntest Wooer in Christendome King Her Looks doth argue her replete with Modesty Her Words doth shew her Wit incomparable All her perfections challenge Soueraigntie One way or other shee is for a King And shee shall be my Loue or else my Queene Say that King Edward take thee for his Queene Wid. 'T is better said then done my gracious Lord I am a subiect fit to ieast withall But farre vnfit to be a Soueraigne King Sweet Widow by my State I sweare to thee I speake no more then what my Soule intends And that is to enioy thee for my Loue. Wid. And that is more then I will yeeld vnto I know I am too meane to be your Queene And yet too good to be your Concubine King You cauill Widow I did meane my Queene Wid. 'T will grieue your Grace my Sonnes should call you Father King No more then when my Daughters Call thee Mother Thou art a Widow and thou hast some Children And by Gods Mother I being but a Batchelor Haue other-some Why 't is a happy thing To be the Father vnto many Sonnes Answer no more for thou shalt be my Queene Rich. The Ghostly Father now hath done his Shrift Clarence When hee was made a Shriuer 't was for shift King Brothers you muse what Chat wee two haue had Rich. The Widow likes it not for shee lookes very sad King You 'ld thinke it strange if I should marrie her Clarence To who my Lord King Why Clarence to my selfe Rich. That would be tenne dayes wonder at the least Clarence That 's a day longer then a Wonder lasts Rich. By so much is the Wonder in extremes King Well ieast on Brothers I can tell you both Her suit is graunted for her Husbands Lands Enter a Noble man Nob. My gracious Lord Henry your Foe is taken And brought your Prisoner to your Pallace Gate King See that he be conuey'd vnto the Tower And goe wee Brothers to the man that tooke him To question of his apprehension Widow goe you along Lords vse her honourable Exeunt Manet Richard Rich. I Edward will vse Women honourably Would he were wasted Marrow Bones and all That from his Loynes no hopefull Branch may spring To crosse me from the Golden time I looke for And yet betweene my Soules desire and me The lustfull Edwards Title buryed Is Clarence Henry and his Sonne young Edward And all the vnlook'd-for Issue of their Bodies To take their Roomes ere I can place my selfe A cold premeditation for my purpose Why then I doe but dreame on Soueraigntie Like one that stands vpon a Promontorie And spyes a farre-off shore where hee would tread Wishing his foot were equall with his eye And chides the Sea that sunders him from thence Saying hee 'le lade it dry to haue his way So doe I wish the Crowne being so farre off And so I chide the meanes that keepes me from it And so I say I le cut the Causes off Flattering me with impossibilities My Eyes too quicke my Heart o're-weenes too much Vnlesse my Hand and Strength could equall them Well say there is no Kingdome then for Richard What other Pleasure can the World affoord I le make my Heauen in a Ladies Lappe And decke my Body in gay Ornaments And ' witch sweet Ladies with my Words and Lookes Oh miserable Thought and more vnlikely Then to accomplish twentie Golden Crownes Why Loue forswore me in my Mothers Wombe And for I should not deale in her soft Lawes Shee did corrupt frayle Nature with some Bribe To shrinke mine Arme vp like a wither'd Shrub To make an enuious Mountaine on my Back Where sits Deformitie to mocke my Body To shape my Legges of an vnequall size To dis-proportion me in euery part Like to a Chaos or an vn-lick'd Beare-whelpe That carryes no impression like the Damme And am I then a man to be belou'd Oh monstrous fault to harbour such a thought Then since this Earth affoords no Ioy to me But to command to check to o're-beare such As are of better Person then my selfe I le make my Heauen to dreame vpon the Crowne And whiles I liue t' account this World but Hell Vntill my mis-shap'd Trunke that beares this Head Be round impaled with a glorious Crowne And yet I know not how to get the Crowne For many Liues stand betweene me and home And I like one lost in a Thornie Wood That rents the Thornes and is rent with the Thornes Seeking a way and straying from the way Not knowing how to finde the open Ayre But toyling desperately to finde it out Torment my selfe to catch the English Crowne And from that torment I will free my selfe Or hew my way out with a bloody Axe Why I can smile and murther whiles I smile And cry Content to that which grieues my Heart And wet my Cheekes with artificiall Teares And frame my Face to all occasions I le drowne more Saylers then the Mermaid shall I le slay more gazers then the Basiliske I le play the Orator as well as Nestor Deceiue more slyly then Vlisses could And like a Synon take another Troy I can adde Colours to the Camelion Change shapes with Proteus for aduantages And set the murtherous Macheuill to Schoole Can I doe this and cannot get a Crowne Tut were it farther off I le plucke it downe Exit Flourish Enter Lewis the French King his Sister Bona his Admirall call'd Bourbon Prince Edward Queene Margaret and the Earle of Oxford Lewis sits and riseth vp againe Lewis Faire Queene of England worthy Margaret Sit downe with vs it ill befits thy State And Birth that thou should'st stand while Lewis doth sit Marg. No mightie King of France now Margaret Must strike her sayle and learne a while to serue Where Kings command I was I must confesse Great Albions Queene in former Golden dayes But now mischance hath trod my Title downe And with dis-honor layd me on the ground Where I must take like Seat vnto my fortune And to my humble Seat conforme my selfe Lewis Why say faire Queene whence springs this deepe despaire Marg. From such a cause as fills mine eyes with teares And stops
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
lye and take his naturall Rest Till Warwicke or himselfe be quite supprest 2. Watch. To morrow then belike shall be the day If Warwicke be so neere as men report 3. Watch. But say I pray what Noble man is that That with the King here resteth in his Tent 1. Watch. 'T is the Lord Hastings the Kings chiefest friend 3. Watch. O is it so but why commands the King That his chiefe followers lodge in Townes about him While he himselfe keepes in the cold field 2. Watch. 'T is the more honour because more dangerous 3. Watch. I but giue me worship and quietnesse I like it better then a dangerous honor If Warwicke knew in what estate he stands 'T is to be doubted he would waken him 1. Watch. Vnlesse our Halberds did shut vp his passage 2. Watch. I wherefore else guard we his Royall Tent But to defend his Person from Night-foes Enter Warwicke Clarence Oxford Somerset and French Souldiors silent all Warw. This is his Tent and see where stand his Guard Courage my Masters Honor now or neuer But follow me and Edward shall be ours 1. Watch. Who goes there 2. Watch. Stay or thou dyest Warwicke and the rest cry all Warwicke Warwicke and set vpon the Guard who flye crying Arme Arme Warwicke and the rest following them The Drumme playing and Trumpet sounding Enter Warwicke Somerset and the rest bringing the King out in his Gowne sitting in a Chaire Richard and Hastings flyes ouer the Stage Som. What are they that flye there Warw. Richard and Hastings let them goe heere is the Duke K. Edw. The Duke Why Warwicke when wee parted Thou call'dst me King Warw. I but the case is alter'd When you disgrac'd me in my Embassade Then I degraded you from being King And come now to create you Duke of Yorke Alas how should you gouerne any Kingdome That know not how to vse Embassadors Nor how to be contented with one Wife Nor how to vse your Brothers Brotherly Nor how to studie for the Peoples Welfare Nor how to shrowd your selfe from Enemies K. Edw. Yea Brother of Clarence Art thou here too Nay then I see that Edward needs must downe Yet Warwicke in despight of all mischance Of thee thy selfe and all thy Complices Edward will alwayes beare himselfe as King Though Fortunes mallice ouerthrow my State My minde exceedes the compasse of her Wheele Warw. Then for his minde be Edward Englands King Takes off his Crowne But Henry now shall weare the English Crowne And be true King indeede thou but the shadow My Lord of Somerset at my request See that forthwith Duke Edward be conuey'd Vnto my Brother Arch-Bishop of Yorke When I haue fought with Pembrooke and his fellowes I le follow you and tell what answer Lewis and the Lady Bona send to him Now for a-while farewell good Duke of Yorke They leade him out forcibly K. Ed. What Fates impose that men must needs abide It boots not to resist both winde and tide Exeunt Oxf. What now remaines my Lords for vs to do But march to London with our Soldiers War I that 's the first thing that we haue to do To free King Henry from imprisonment And see him seated in the Regall Throne exit Enter Riuers and Lady Gray Riu. Madam what makes you in this sodain change Gray Why Brother Riuers are you yet to learne What late misfortune is befalne King Edward Riu. What losse of some pitcht battell Against Warwicke Gray No but the losse of his owne Royall person Riu. Then is my Soueraigne slaine Gray I almost slaine for he is taken prisoner Either betrayd by falshood of his Guard Or by his Foe surpriz'd at vnawares And as I further haue to vnderstand Is new committed to the Bishop of Yorke Fell Warwickes Brother and by that our Foe Riu. These Newes I must confesse are full of greefe Yet gracious Madam beare it as you may Warwicke may loose that now hath wonne the day Gray Till then faire hope must hinder liues decay And I the rather waine me from dispaire For loue of Edwards Off-spring in my wombe This is it that makes me bridle passion And beare with Mildnesse my misfortunes crosse I I for this I draw in many a teare And stop the rising of blood-sucking sighes Least with my sighes or teares I blast or drowne King Edwards Fruite true heyre to th' English Crowne Riu. But Madam Where is Warwicke then become Gray I am inform'd that he comes towards London To set the Crowne once more on Henries head Guesse thou the rest King Edwards Friends must downe But to preuent the Tyrants violence For trust not him that hath once broken Faith Ile hence forthwith vnto the Sanctuary To saue at least the heire of Edwards right There shall I rest secure from force and fraud Come therefore let vs flye while we may flye If Warwicke take vs we are sure to dye exeunt Enter Richard Lord Hastings and Sir William Stanley Rich. Now my Lord Hastings and Sir William Stanley Leaue off to wonder why I drew you hither Into this cheefest Thicket of the Parke Thus stand the case you know our King my Brother Is prisoner to the Bishop here at whose hands He hath good vsage and great liberty And often but attended with weake guard Come hunting this way to disport himselfe I haue aduertis'd him by secret meanes That if about this houre he make this way Vnder the colour of his vsuall game He shall heere finde his Friends with Horse and Men To set him free from his Captiuitie Enter King Edward and a Huntsman with him Huntsman This way my Lord For this way lies the Game King Edw. Nay this way man See where the Huntsmen stand Now Brother of Gloster Lord Hastings and the rest Stand you thus close to steale the Bishops Deere Rich. Brother the time and case requireth hast Your horse stands ready at the Parke-corner King Ed. But whether shall we then Hast To Lyn my Lord And shipt from thence to Flanders Rich. Wel guest beleeue me for that was my meaning K. Ed. Stanley I will requite thy forwardnesse Rich. But wherefore stay we 't is no time to talke K. Ed. Huntsman what say'st thou Wilt thou go along Hunts Better do so then tarry and be hang'd Rich. Come then away le ts ha no more adoo K. Ed. Bishop farwell Sheeld thee from Warwickes frowne And pray that I may re-possesse the Crowne exeunt Flourish Enter King Henry the sixt Clarence Warwicke Somerset young Henry Oxford Mountague and Lieutenant K. Hen. M. Lieutenant now that God and Friends Haue shaken Edward from the Regall seate And turn'd my captiue state to libertie My feare to hope my sorrowes vnto ioyes At our enlargement what are thy due Fees Lieu. Subiects may challenge nothing of their Sou'rains But if an humble prayer may preuaile I then craue pardon of your Maiestie K. Hen. For what Lieutenant For well vsing me Nay be thou sure I le well requite thy
stay Sir Iohn a while and wee 'le debate By what safe meanes the Crowne may be recouer'd Mount What talke you of debating in few words If you 'le not here proclaime your selfe our King I le leaue you to your fortune and be gone To keepe them back that come to succour you Why shall we fight if you pretend no Title Rich. Why Brother wherefore stand you on nice points Edw. When wee grow stronger Then wee 'le make our Clayme Till then 't is wisdome to conceale our meaning Hast Away with scrupulous Wit now Armes must rule Rich. And fearelesse minds clyme soonest vnto Crowns Brother we will proclaime you out of hand The bruit thereof will bring you many friends Edw. Then be it as you will for 't is my right And Henry but vsurpes the Diademe Mount I now my Soueraigne speaketh like himselfe And now will I be Edwards Champion Hast Sound Trumpet Edward shal be here proclaim'd Come fellow Souldior make thou proclamation Flourish Sound Soul Edward the Fourth by the Grace of God King of England and France and Lord of Ireland c. Mount And whosoe're gain sayes King Edwards right By this I challenge him to single fight Throwes downe his Gauntlet All. Long liue Edward the Fourth Edw. Thankes braue Mountgomery And thankes vnto you all If fortune serue me I le requite this kindnesse Now for this Night let 's harbor here in Yorke And when the Morning Sunne shall rayse his Carre Aboue the Border of this Horizon Wee 'le forward towards Warwicke and his Mates For well I wot that Henry is no Souldier Ah froward Clarence how euill it beseemes thee To flatter Henry and forsake thy Brother Yet as wee may wee 'le meet both thee and Warwicke Come on braue Souldiors doubt not of the Day And that once gotten doubt not of large Pay Exeunt Flourish Enter the King Warwicke Mountague Clarence Oxford and Somerset War What counsaile Lords Edward from Belgia With hastie Germanes and blunt Hollanders Hath pass'd in safetie through the Narrow Seas And with his troupes doth march amaine to London And many giddie people flock to him King Let 's leuie men and beat him backe againe Clar. A little fire is quickly trodden out Which being suffer'd Riuers cannot quench War In Warwickshire I haue true-hearted friends Not mutinous in peace yet bold in Warre Those will I muster vp and thou Sonne Clarence Shalt stirre vp in Suffolke Norfolke and in Kent The Knights and Gentlemen to come with thee Thou Brother Mountague in Buckingham Northampton and in Leicestershire shalt find Men well enclin'd to heare what thou command'st And thou braue Oxford wondrous well belou'd In Oxfordshire shalt muster vp thy friends My Soueraigne with the louing Citizens Like to his Iland gyrt in with the Ocean Or modest Dyan circled with her Nymphs Shall rest in London till we come to him Faire Lords take leaue and stand not to reply Farewell my Soueraigne King Farewell my Hector and my Troyes true hope Clar. In signe of truth I kisse your Highnesse Hand King Well-minded Clarence be thou fortunate Mount Comfort my Lord and so I take my leaue Oxf. And thus I seale my truth and bid adieu King Sweet Oxford and my louing Mountague And all at once once more a happy farewell War Farewell sweet Lords let 's meet at Couentry Exeunt King Here at the Pallace will I rest a while Cousin of Exeter what thinkes your Lordship Me thinkes the Power that Edward hath in field Should not be able to encounter mine Exet. The doubt is that he will seduce the rest King That 's not my feare my meed hath got me fame I haue not stopt mine eares to their demands Nor posted off their suites with slow delayes My pittie hath beene balme to heale their wounds My mildnesse hath allay'd their swelling griefes My mercie dry'd their water-flowing teares I haue not been desirous of their wealth Nor much opprest them with great Subsidies Nor forward of reuenge though they much err'd Then why should they loue Edward more then me No Exeter these Graces challenge Grace And when the Lyon fawnes vpon the Lambe The Lambe will neuer cease to follow him Shout within A Lancaster A Lancaster Exet. Hearke hearke my Lord what Shouts are these Enter Edward and his Souldiers Edw. Seize on the shamefac'd Henry beare him hence And once againe proclaime vs King of England You are the Founâ— that makes small Brookes to flow Now stops thy Spring my Sea shall suck them dry And swell so much the higher by their ebbe Hence with him to the Tower let him not speake Exit with King Henry And Lords towards Couentry bend we our course Where peremptorie Warwicke now remaines The Sunne shines hot and if we vse delay Cold biting Winter marres our hop'd-for Hay Rich. Away betimes before his forces ioyne And take the great-growne Traytor vnawares Braue Warriors march amaine towards Couentry Exeunt Enter Warwicke the Maior of Couentry two Messengers and others vpon the Walls War Where is the Post that came from valiant Oxford How farre hence is thy Lord mine honest fellow Mess 1. By this at Dunsmore marching hitherward War How farre off is our Brother Mountague Where is the Post that came from Mountague Mess 2. By this at Daintry with a puissant troope Enter Someruile War Say Someruile what sayes my louing Sonne And by thy guesse how nigh is Clarence now Someru At Southam I did leaue him with his forces And doe expect him here some two howres hence War Then Clarence is at hand I heare his Drumme Someru It is not his my Lord here Southam lyes The Drum your Honor heares marcheth from Warwicke War Who should that be belike vnlook'd for friends Someru They are at hand and you shall quickly know March Flourish Enter Edward Richard and Souldiers Edw. Goe Trumpet to the Walls and sound a Parle Rich. See how the surly Warwicke mans the Wall War Oh vnbid spight is sportfull Edward come Where slept our Scouts or how are they seduc'd That we could heare no newes of his repayre Edw. Now Warwicke wilt thou ope the Citie Gates Speake gentle words and humbly bend thy Knee Call Edward King and at his hands begge Mercy And he shall pardon thee these Outrages War Nay rather wilt thou draw thy forces hence Confesse who set thee vp and pluckt thee downe Call Warwicke Patron and be penitent And thou shalt still remaine the Duke of Yorke Rich. I thought at least he would haue said the King Or did he make the Ieast against his will War Is not a Dukedome Sir a goodly gift Rich. I by my faith for a poore Earle to giue I le doe thee seruice for so good a gift War 'T was I that gaue the Kingdome to thy Brother Edw. Why then 't is mine if but by Warwickes gift War Thou art no Atlas for so great a weight And Weakeling Warwicke takes his gift againe And Henry is my King Warwicke his
she haue time to breathe be well assur'd Her faction will be full as strong as ours King We are aduertis'd by our louing friends That they doe hold their course toward Tewksbury We hauing now the best at Barnet field Will thither straight for willingnesse rids way And as we march our strength will be augmented In euery Countie as we goe along Strike vp the Drumme cry courage and away Exeunt Flourish March Enter the Queene young Edward Somerset Oxford and Souldiers Qu. Great Lords wise men ne'r sit and waile their losse But chearely seeke how to redresse their harmes What though the Mast be now blowne ouer-boord The Cable broke the holding-Anchor lost And halfe our Saylors swallow'd in the flood Yet liues our Pilot still Is' t meet that hee Should leaue the Helme and like a fearefull Lad With tearefull Eyes adde Water to the Sea And giue more strength to that which hath too much Whiles in his moane the Ship splits on the Rock Which Industrie and Courage might haue sau'd Ah what a shame ah what a fault were this Say Warwicke was our Anchor what of that And Mountague our Top-Mast what of him Our slaught'red friends the Tackles what of these Why is not Oxford here another Anchor And Somerset another goodly Mast The friends of France our Shrowds and Tacklings And though vnskilfull why not Ned and I For once allow'd the skilfull Pilots Charge We will not from the Helme to sit and weepe But keepe our Course though the rough Winde say no From Shelues and Rocks that threaten vs with Wrack As good to chide the Waues as speake them faire And what is Edward but a ruthlesse Sea What Clarence but a Quick-sand of Deceit And Richard but a raged fatall Rocke All these the Enemies to our poore Barke Say you can swim alas 't is but a while Tread on the Sand why there you quickly sinke Bestride the Rock the Tyde will wash you off Or else you famish that 's a three-fold Death This speake I Lords to let you vnderstand If case some one of you would flye from vs That there 's no hop'd-for Mercy with the Brothers More then with ruthlesse Waues with Sands and Rocks Why courage then what cannot be auoided 'T were childish weakenesse to lament or feare Prince Me thinkes a Woman of this valiant Spirit Should if a Coward heard her speake these words Infuse his Breast with Magnanimitie And make him naked foyle a man at Armes I speake not this as doubting any here For did I but suspect a fearefull man He should haue leaue to goe away betimes Least in our need he might infect another And make him of like spirit to himselfe If any such be here as God forbid Let him depart before we neede his helpe Oxf. Women and Children of so high a courage And Warriors faint why 't were perpetuall shame Oh braue young Prince thy famous Grandfather Doth liue againe in thee long may'st thou liue To beare his Image and renew his Glories Som. And he that will not fight for such a hope Goe home to Bed and like the Owle by day If he arise be mock'd and wondred at Qu. Thankes gentle Somerset sweet Oxford thankes Prince And take his thankes that yet hath nothing else Enter a Messenger Mess Prepare you Lords for Edward is at hand Readie to fight therefore be resolute Oxf. I thought no lesse it is his Policie To haste thus fast to finde vs vnprouided Som. But hee 's deceiu'd we are in readinesse Qu. This cheares my heart to see your forwardnesse Oxf. Here pitch our Battaile hence we will not budge Flourish and march Enter Edward Richard Clarence and Souldiers Edw. Braue followers yonder stands the thornie Wood Which by the Heauens assistance and your strength Must by the Roots be hew'ne vp yet ere Night I need not adde more fuell to your fire For well I wot ye blaze to burne them out Giue signall to the fight and to it Lords Qu. Lords Knights and Gentlemen what I should say My teares gaine-say for euery word I speake Ye see I drinke the water of my eye Therefore no more but this Henry your Soueraigne Is Prisoner to the Foe his State vsurp'd His Realme a slaughter-house his Subiects slaine His Statutes cancell'd and his Treasure spent And yonder is the Wolfe that makes this spoyle You fight in Iustice then in Gods Name Lords Be valiant and giue signall to the fight Alarum Retreat Excursions Exeunt Flourish Enter Edward Richard Queene Clarence Oxford Somerset Edw. Now here a period of tumultuous Broyles Away with Oxford to Hames Castle straight For Somerset off with his guiltie Head Goe beare them hence I will not heare them speake Oxf. For my part I le not trouble thee with words Som. Nor I but stoupe with patience to my fortune Exeunt Qu. So part we sadly in this troublous World To meet with Ioy in sweet Ierusalem Edw. Is Proclamation made That who finds Edward Shall haue a high Reward and he his Life Rich. It is and loe where youthfull Edward comes Enter the Prince Edw. Bring forth the Gallant let vs heare him speake What can so young a Thorne begin to prick Edward what satisfaction canst thou make For bearing Armes for stirring vp my Subiects And all the trouble thou hast turn'd me to Prince Speake like a Subiect prowd ambitious Yorke Suppose that I am now my Fathers Mouth Resigne thy Chayre and where I stand kneele thou Whil'st I propose the selfe-same words to thee Which Traytor thou would'st haue me answer to Qu. Ah that thy Father had beene so resolu'd Rich. That you might still haue worne the Petticoat And ne're haue stolne the Breech from Lancaster Prince Let Aesop fable in a Winters Night His Currish Riddles sorts not with this place Rich. By Heauen Brat I le plague ye for that word Qu. I thou wast borne to be a plague to men Rich. For Gods sake take away this Captiue Scold Prince Nay take away this scolding Crooke-backe rather Edw. Peace wilfull Boy or I will charme your tongue Clar. Vntutor'd Lad thou art too malapert Prince I know my dutie you are all vndutifull Lasciuious Edward and thou periur'd George And thou mis-shapen Dicke I tell ye all I am your better Traytors as ye are And thou vsurp'st my Fathers right and mine Edw. Take that the likenesse of this Rayler here Stabs him Rich. Sprawl'st thou take that to end thy agonie Rich. stabs him Clar. And ther 's for twitting me with periurie Clar. stabs him Qu. Oh kill me too Rich. Marry and shall Offers to kill her Edw. Hold Richard hold for we haue done too much Rich. Why should shee liue to fill the World with words Edw. What doth shee swowne vse meanes for her recouerie Rich. Clarence excuse me to the King my Brother I le hence to London on a serious matter Ere ye come there be sure to heare some newes Cla. What what Rich. Tower the Tower Exit Qu.
Oh Ned sweet Ned speake to thy Mother Boy Can'st thou not speake O Traitors Murtherers They that stabb'd Caesar shed no blood at all Did not offend nor were not worthy Blame If this foule deed were by to equall it He was a Man this in respect a Childe And Men ne're spend their fury on a Childe What 's worse then Murtherer that I may name it No no my heart will burst and if I speake And I will speake that so my heart may burst Butchers and Villaines bloudy Caniballes How sweet a Plant haue you vntimely cropt You haue no children Butchers if you had The thought of them would haue stirr'd vp remorse But if you euer chance to haue a Childe Looke in his youth to haue him so cut off As deathsmen you haue rid this sweet yong Prince King Away with her go beare her hence perforce Qu. Nay neuer beare me hence dispatch me heere Here sheath thy Sword I le pardon thee my death What wilt thou not Then Clarence do it thou Cla. By heauen I will not do thee so much ease Qu. Good Clarence do sweet Clarence do thou do it Cla. Did'st thou not heare me sweare I would not do it Qu. I but thou vsest to forsweare thy selfe 'T was Sin before but now 't is Charity What wilt y u not Where is that diuels butcher Richard Hard fauor'd Richard Richard where art thou Thou art not heere Murther is thy Almes-deed Petitioners for Blood thou ne're put'st backe Ed. Away I say I charge ye beare her hence Qu. So come to you and yours as to this Prince Exit Queene Ed. Where 's Richard gone Cla. To London all in post and as I guesse To make a bloody Supper in the Tower Ed. He 's sodaine if a thing comes in his head Now march we hence discharge the common sort With Pay and Thankes and let 's away to London And see our gentle Queene how well she fares By this I hope she hath a Sonne for me Exit Enter Henry the sixt and Richard with the Lieutenant on the Wallâ— Rich. Good day my Lord what at your Booke so hard Hen. I my good Lord my Lord I should say rather T is sinne to flatter Good was little better ' Good Gloster and good Deuill were alike And both preposterous therefore not Good Lord. Rich. Sirra leaue vs to our selues we must conferre Hen. So flies the wreaklesse shepherd from y e Wolfe So first the harmlesse Sheepe doth yeeld his Fleece And next his Throate vnto the Butchers Knife What Scene of death hath Rossius now to Acte Rich. Suspition alwayes haunts the guilty minde The Theefe doth feare each bush an Officer Hen. The Bird that hath bin limed in a bush With trembling wings misdoubteth euery bush And I the haplesse Male to one sweet Bird Haue now the fatall Obiect in my eye Where my poore yong was lim'd was caught and kill'd Rich. Why what a peeuish Foole was that of Creet That taught his Sonne the office of a Fowle And yet for all his wings the Foole was drown'd Hen. I Dedaius my poore Boy Icarus Thy Father Minos that deni'de our course The Sunne that sear'd the wings of my sweet Boy Thy Brother Edward and thy Selfe the Sea Whose enuious Gulfe did swallow vp his life Ah kill me with thy Weapon not with words My brest can better brooke thy Daggers point Then can my eares that Tragicke History But wherefore dost thou come Is' t for my Life Rich. Think'st thou I am an Executioner Hen. A Persecutor I am sure thou art If murthering Innocents be Executing Why then thou art an Executioner Rich. Thy Son I kill'd for his presumption Hen. Hadst thou bin kill'd when first y u didst presume Thou had'st not liu'd to kill a Sonne of mine And thus I prophesie that many a thousand Which now mistrust no parcell of my feare And many an old mans sighe and many a Widdowes And many an Orphans water-standing-eye Men for their Sonnes Wiues for their Husbands Orphans for their Parents timeles death Shall rue the houre that euer thou was 't borne The Owle shriek'd at thy birth an euill signe The Night-Crow cry'de aboding lucklesse time Dogs howl'd and hiddeous Tempest shook down Trees The Rauen rook'd her on the Chimnies top And chatt'ring Pies in dismall Discords sung Thy Mother felt more then a Mothers paine And yet brought forth lesse then a Mothers hope To wit an indigested and deformed lumpe Not like the fruit of such a goodly Tree Teeth had'st thou in thy head when thou was 't borne To signifie thou cam'st to bite the world And if the rest be true which I haue heard Thou cam'st Rich. I le heare no more Dye Prophet in thy speech Stabbes him For this among'st the rest was I ordain'd Hen. I and for much more slaughter after this O God forgiue my sinnes and pardon thee Dyes Rich. What will the aspiring blood of Lancaster Sinke in the ground I thought it would haue mounted See how my sword weepes for the poore Kings death O may such purple teares be alway shed From those that wish the downfall of our house If any sparke of Life be yet remaining Downe downe to hell and say I sent thee thither Stabs him againe I that haue neyther pitty loue nor feare Indeed 't is true that Henrie told me of For I haue often heard my Mother say I came into the world with my Legges forward Had I not reason thinke ye to make hast And seeke their Ruine that vsurp'd our Right The Midwife wonder'd and the Women cri'de O Iesus blesse vs he is borne with teeth And so I was which plainly signified That I should snarle and bite and play the dogge Then since the Heauens haue shap'd my Body so Let Hell make crook'd my Minde to answer it I haue no Brother I am like no Brother And this word Loue which Gray-beards call Diuine Be resident in men like one another And not in me I am my selfe alone Clarence beware thou keept'st me from the Light But I will sort a pitchy day for thee For I will buzze abroad such Prophesies That Edward shall be fearefull of his life And then to purge his feare I le be thy death King Henry and the Prince his Son are gone Clarence thy turne is next and then the rest Counting my selfe but bad till I be best I le throw thy body in another roome And Triumph Henry in thy day of Doome Exit Flourish Enter King Queene Clarence Richard Hastings Nurse and Attendants King Once more we sit in Englands Royall Throne Re-purchac'd with the Blood of Enemies What valiant Foe-men like to Autumnes Corne Haue we mow'd downe in tops of all their pride Three Dukes of Somerset threefold Renowne For hardy and vndoubted Champions Two Cliffords as the Father and the Sonne And two Northumberlands two brauer men Ne're spurr'd their Coursers at the Trumpets sound With them the two braue Beares Warwick Montague That in their Chaines
you know his Heart Darb. What of his Heart perceiue you in his Face By any liuelyhood he shew'd to day Hast Mary that with no man here he is offended For were he he had shewne it in his Lookes Enter Richard and Buckingham Rich. I pray you all tell me what they deserue That doe conspire my death with diuellish Plots Of damned Witchcraft and that haue preuail'd Vpon my Body with their Hellish Charmes Hast The tender loue I beare your Grace my Lord Makes me most forward in this Princely presence To doome th' Offendors whosoe're they be I say my Lord they haue deserued death Rich. Then be your eyes the witnesse of their euill Looke how I am bewitch'd behold mine Arme Is like a blasted Sapling wither'd vp And this is Edwards Wife that monstrous Witch Consorted with that Harlot Strumpet Shore That by their Witchcraft thus haue marked me Hast If they haue done this deed my Noble Lord. Rich. If thou Protector of this damned Strumpet Talk'st thou to me of Ifs thou art a Traytor Off with his Head now by Saint Paul I sweare I will not dine vntill I see the same Louell and Ratcliffe looke that it be done Exeunt The rest that loue me rise and follow me Manet Louell and Ratcliffe with the Lord Hastings Hast Woe woe for England not a whit for me For I too fond might haue preuented this Stanley did dreame the Bore did rowse our Helmes And I did scorne it and disdaine to flye Three times to day my Foot-Cloth-Horse did stumble And started when he look'd vpon the Tower As loth to beare me to the slaughter-house O now I need the Priest that spake to me I now repent I told the Pursuiuant As too triumphing how mine Enemies To day at Pomfret bloodily were butcher'd And I my selfe secure in grace and fauour Oh Margaret Margaret now thy heauie Curse Is lighted on poore Hastings wretched Head Ra. Come come dispatch the Duke would be at dinner Make a short Shrift he longs to see your Head Hast O momentarie grace of mortall men Which we more hunt for then the grace of God! Who builds his hope in ayre of your good Lookes Liues like a drunken Sayler on a Mast Readie with euery Nod to tumble downe Into the fatall Bowels of the Deepe Lou. Come come dispatch 't is bootlesse to exclaime Hast. O bloody Richard miserable England I prophecie the fearefull'st time to thee That euer wretched Age hath look'd vpon Come lead me to the Block beare him my Head They smile at me who shortly shall be dead Exeunt Enter Richard and Buckingham in rotten Armour maruellous ill-fauoured Richard Come Cousin Canst thou quake and change thy colour Murther thy breath in middle of a word And then againe begin and stop againe As if thou were distraught and mad with terror Buck. Tut I can counterfeit the deepe Tragedian Speake and looke backe and prie on euery side Tremble and start at wagging of a Straw Intending deepe suspition gastly Lookes Are at my seruice like enforced Smiles And both are readie in their Offices At any time to grace my Stratagemes But what is Catesby gone Rich. He is and see he brings the Maior along Enter the Maior and Catesby Buck. Lord Maior Rich. Looke to the Draw-Bridge there Buck. Hearke a Drumme Rich. Catesby o're-looke the Walls Buck. Lord Maior the reason we haue sent Rich. Looke back defend thee here are Enemies Buck. God and our Innocencie defend and guard vs. Enter Louell and Ratcliffe with Hastings Head Rich. Be patient they are friends Ratcliffe and Louell Louell Here is the Head of that ignoble Traytor The dangerous and vnsuspected Hastings Rich. So deare I lou'd the man that I must weepe I tooke him for the plainest harmelesse Creature That breath'd vpon the Earth a Christian Made him my Booke wherein my Soule recorded The Historie of all her secret thoughts So smooth he dawb'd his Vice with shew of Vertue That his apparant open Guilt omitted I meane his Conuersation with Shores Wife He liu'd from all attainder of suspects Buck. Well well he was the couertst sheltred Traytor That euer liu'd Would you imagine or almost beleeue Wert not that by great preseruation We liue to tell it that the subtill Traytor This day had plotted in the Councell-House To murther me and my good Lord of Gloster Maior Had he done so Rich. What thinke you we are Turkes or Infidels Or that we would against the forme of Law Proceed thus rashly in the Villaines death But that the extreme perill of the case The Peace of England and our Persons safetie Enforc'd vs to this Execution Maior Now faire befall you he deseru'd his death And your good Graces both haue well proceeded To warne false Traytors from the like Attempts Buck. I neuer look'd for better at his hands After he once fell in with Mistresse Shore Yet had we not determin'd he should dye Vntill your Lordship came to see his end Which now the louing haste of these our friends Something against our meanings haue preuented Because my Lord I would haue had you heard The Traytor speake and timorously confesse The manner and the purpose of his Treasons That you might well haue signify'd the same Vnto the Citizens who haply may Misconster vs in him and wayle his death Ma. But my good Lord your Graces words shal serue As well as I had seene and heard him speake And doe not doubt right Noble Princes both But I le acquaint our dutious Citizens With all your iust proceedings in this case Rich. And to that end we wish'd your Lordship here T' auoid the Censures of the carping World Buck. Which since you come too late of our intent Yet witnesse what you heare we did intend And so my good Lord Maior we bid farwell Exit Maior Rich. Goe after after Cousin Buckingham The Maior towards Guild-Hall hyes him in all poste There at your meetest vantage of the time Inferre the Bastardie of Edwards Children Tell them how Edward put to death a Citizen Onely for saying he would make his Sonne Heire to the Crowne meaning indeed his House Which by the Signe thereof was tearmed so Moreouer vrge his hatefull Luxurie And beastiall appetite in change of Lust Which stretcht vnto their Seruants Daughters Wiues Euen where his raging eye or sauage heart Without controll lusted to make a prey Nay for a need thus farre come neere my Person Tell them when that my Mother went with Child Of that insatiate Edward Noble Yorke My Princely Father then had Warres in France And by true computation of the time Found that the Issue was not his begot Which well appeared in his Lineaments Being nothing like the Noble Duke my Father Yet touch this sparingly as 't were farre off Because my Lord you know my Mother liues Buck. Doubt not my Lord I le play the Orator As if the Golden Fee for which I plead Were for my selfe and so my Lord adue Rich. If you
in a peale then Enter Saturninus Tamora Bassianus Lauinia Chiron Demetrius and their Attendants Ti. Many good morrowes to your Maiestie Madam to you as many and as good I promised your Grace a Hunters peale Satur. And you haue rung it lustily my Lords Somewhat to earely for new married Ladies Bass Lauinia how say you Laui I say no I haue bene awake two houres and more Satur. Come on then horse and Chariots let vs haue And to our sport Madam now shall ye see Our Romaine hunting Mar. I haue dogges my Lord Will rouze the proudest Panther in the Chase And clime the highest Pomontary top Tit. And I haue horse will follow where the game Makes way and runnes likes Swallowes ore the plaine Deme. Chiron we hunt not we with Horse nor Hound But hope to plucke a dainty Doe to ground Exeunt Enter Aaron alone Aron He that had wit would thinke that I had none To bury so much Gold vnder a Tree And neuer after to inherit it Let him that thinks of me so abiectly Know that this Gold must coine a stratageme Which cunningly effected will beget A very excellent peece of villany And so repose sweet Gold for their vnrest That haue their Almes out of the Empresse Chest Enter Tamora to the Moore Tamo My louely Aaron Wherefore look'st thou sad When euery thing doth make a Gleefull boast The Birds chaunt melody on euery bush The Snake lies rolled in the chearefull Sunne The greene leaues quiuer with the cooling winde And make a cheker'd shadow on the ground Vnder their sweete shade Aaron let vs sit And whil'st the babling Eccho mock's the Hounds Replying shrilly to the well tun'd-Hornes As if a double hunt were heard at once Let vs sit downe and marke their yelping noyse And after conflict such as was suppos'd The wandring Prince and Dido once enioy'd When with a happy storme they were surpris'd And Curtain'd with a Counsaile-keeping Caue We may each wreathed in the others armes Our pastimes done possesse a Golden slumber Whiles Hounds and Hornes and sweet Melodious Birds Be vnto vs as is a Nurses Song Of Lullabie to bring her Babe asleepe Aron Madame Though Venus gouerne your desires Saturne is Dominator ouer mine What signifies my deadly standing eye My silence and my Cloudy Melancholie My fleece of Woolly haire that now vncurles Euen as an Adder when she doth vnrowle To do some fatall execution No Madam these are no Veneriall signes Vengeance is in my heart death in my hand Blood and reuenge are Hammering in my head Harke Tamora the Empresse of my Soule Which neuer hopes more heauen then rests in thee This is the day of Doome for Bassianus His Philomel must loose her tongue to day Thy Sonnes make Pillage of her Chastity And wash their hands in Bassianus blood Seest thou this Letter take it vp I pray thee And giue the King this fatall plotted Scrowle Now question me no more we are espied Heere comes a parcell of our hopefull Booty Which dreads not yet their liues destruction Enter Bassianus and Lauinia Tamo Ah my sweet Moore Sweeter to me then life Aron No more great Empresse Bassianus comes Be crosse with him and I le goe fetch thy Sonnes To backe thy quarrell what so ere they be Bassi Whom haue we heere Romes Royall Empresse Vnfurnisht of our well beseeming troope Or is it Dian habited like her Who hath abandoned her holy Groues To see the generall Hunting in this Forrest Tamo Sawcie controuler of our priuate steps Had I the power that some say Dian had Thy Temples should be planted presently With Hornes as was Acteons and the Hounds Should driue vpon his new transformed limbes Vnmannerly Intruder as thou art Laui Vnder your patience gentle Empresse 'T is thought you haue a goodly gift in Horning And to be doubted that your Moore and you Are singled forth to try experiments Ioue sheild your husband from his Hounds to day 'T is pitty they should take him for a Stag. Bassi Beleeue me Queene your swarth Cymerion Doth make your Honour of his bodies Hue Spotted detested and abhominable Why are you sequestred from all your traine Dismounted from your Snow-white goodly Steed And wandred hither to an obscure plot Accompanied with a barbarous Moore If foule desire had not conducted you Laui And being intercepted in your sport Great reason that my Noble Lord be rated For Saucinesse I pray you let vs hence And let her ioy her Rauen coloured loue This valley fits the purpose passing well Bassi The King my Brother shall haue notice of this Laui I for these sliâ—s haue made him noted long Good King to be so mightily abused Tamora Why I haue patience to endure all this Enter Chiron and Demetrius Dem. How now deere Soueraigne And our gracious Mother Why doth your Highnes looke so pale and wan Tamo Haue I not reason thinke you to looke pale These two haue tic'd me hither to this place A barren detested vale you see it is The Trees though Sommer yet forlorne and leane Ore-come with Mosse and balefull Misselto Heere neuer shines the Sunne heere nothing breeds Vnlesse the nightly Owle or fatall Rauen And when they shew'd me this abhorred pit They told me heere at dead time of the night A thousand Fiends a thousand hissing Snakes Ten thousand swelling Toades as many Vrchins Would make such fearefull and confused cries As any mortall body hearing it Should straite fall mad or else die suddenly No sooner had they told this hellish tale But strait they told me they would binde me heere Vnto the body of a dismall yew And leaue me to this miserable death And then they call'd me foule Adulteresse Lasciuious Goth and all the bitterest teaâ—nâ—es That euer eare did heare to such effect And had you not by wondrous fortune come This vengeance on me had they executed Reuenge it as you loue your Mothers life Or be ye not henceforth cal'd my Children Dem. This is a witnesse that I am thy Sonne stab him Chi. And this for me Strook home to shew my strength Laui I come Semeramis nay Barbarous Tamora For no name fits thy nature but thy owne Tam. Giue me thy poyniard you shal know my boyes Your Mothers hand shall right your Mothers wrong Deme. Stay Madam heere is more belongs to her First thrash the Corne then after burne the straw This Minion stood vpon her chastity Vpon her Nuptiall vow her loyaltie And with that painted hope braues your Mightinesse And shall she carry this vnto her graue Chi. And if she doe I would I were an Eunuch Drag hence her husband to some secret hole And make his dead Trunke-Pillow to our lust Tamo But when ye haue the hony we desire Let not this Waspe out-liue vs both to sting Chir. I warrant you Madam we will make that sure Come Mistris now perforce we will enioy That nice-preserued honesty of yours Laui Oh Tamora thou bear'st a woman face Tamo I will not
you will not wed I le pardon you Graze where you will you shall not house with me Looke too 't thinke on 't I do not vse to iest Thursday is neere lay hand on heart aduise And you be mine I le giue you to my Friend And you be not hang beg straue die in the streets For by my soule I le nere acknowledge thee Nor what is mine shall neuer do thee good Trust too 't bethinke you I le not be forsworne Exit Iuli. Is there no pittie sitting in the Cloudes That sees into the bottome of my griefe O sweet my Mother cast me not away Delay this marriage for a month a weeke Or if you do not make the Bridall bed In that dimâ— Monument where Tybalt lies Mo. Talke not to me for I le not speake a word Do as thou wilt for I haue done with thee Exit Iul. O God! O Nurse how shall this be preuented My Husband is on earth my faith in heauen How shall that faith returne againe to earth Vnlesse that Husband send it me from heauen By leauing earth Comfort me counsaile me Hlacke alacke that heauen should practise stratagems Vpon so soft a subiect as my selfe What saist thou hast thou not a word of ioy Some comfort Nurse Nur. Faith here it is Romeo is banished and all the world to nothing That he dares nere come backe to challenge you Or if he do it needs must be by stealth Then since the case so stands as now it doth I thinke it best you married with the Countie O hee 's a Louely Gentleman Romeos a dish-clout to him an Eagle Madam Hath not so greene so quicke so faire an eye As Paris hath beshrow my very heart I thinke you are happy in this second match For it excels your first or if it did not Your first is dead or 't were as good he were As liuing here and you no vse of him Iul. Speakest thou from thy heart Nur. And from my soule too Or else beshrew them both Iul. Amen Nur. What Iul. Well thou hast comforted me marue'lous much Go in and tell my Lady I am gone Hauing displeas'd my Father to Lawrence Cell To make confession and to be absolu'd Nur. Marrie I will and this is wisely done Iul. Auncient damnation O most wicked fiend It is more sin to wish me thus forsworne Or to dispraise my Lord with that same tongue Which she hath prais'd him with aboue compare So many thousand times Go Counsellor Thou and my bosome henchforth shall be twaine I le to the Frier to know his remedie If all else faile my selfe haue power to die Exeunt Enter Frier and Countie Paris Fri. On Thursday sir the time is very short Par. My Father Capulet will haue it so And I am nothing slow to slack his hast Fri. You say you do not know the Ladies mind Vneuen is the course I like it not Pa. Immoderately she weepes for Tybalis death And therfore haue I little talke of Loue For Venus smiles not in a house of teares Now sir her Father counts it dangerous That she doth giue her sorrow so much sway And in his wisedome hasts our marriage To stop the inundation of her teares Which too much minded by her selfe alone May be put from her by societie Now doe you know the reason of this hast Fri. I would I knew not why it should be slow'd Looke sir here comes the Lady towards my Cell Enter Iuliet Par. Happily met my Lady and my wife Iul. That may be sir when I may be a wife Par. That may be must be Loue on Thursday next Iul. What must be shall be Fri. That 's a certaine text Par. Come you to make confession to this Father Iul. To answere that I should confesse to you Par. Do not denie to him that you Loue me Iul. I will confesse to you that I Loue him Par. So will ye I am sure that you Loue me Iul. If I do so it will be of more price Benig spoke behind your backe then to your face Par. Poore soule thy face is much abus'd with teares Iul. The teares haue got small victorie by that For it was bad inough before their spight Pa. Thou wrong'st it more then teares with that report Iul. That is no slaunder sir which is a truth And what I spake I spake it to thy face Par. Thy face is mine and thou hast slaundred it Iul. It may be so for it is not mine owne Are you at leisure Holy Father now Or shall I come to you at euening Masse Fri. My leisure serues me pensiue daughter now My Lord you must intreat the time alone Par. Godsheild I should disturbe Deuotion Iuliet on Thursday early will I rowse yee Till then adue and keepe this holy kisse Exit Paris Iul. O shut the doore and when thou hast done so Come weepe with me past hope past care past helpe Fri. O Iuliet I alreadie know thy griefe It streames me past the compasse of my wits I heare thou must and nothing may prorogue it On Thursday next be married to this Countie Iul. Tell me not Frier that thou hearest of this Vnlesse thou tell me how I may preuent it If in thy wisedome thou canst giue no helpe Do thou but call my resolution wise And with ' his knife I le helpe it presently God ioyn'd my heart and Romeos thou our hands And ere this hand by thee to Romeo seal'd Shall be the Labell to another Deede Or my true heart with trecherous reuolt Turne to another this shall slay them both Therefore out of thy long expetien'st time Giue me some present counsell or behold Twixt my extreames and me this bloody knife Shall play the vmpeere arbitrating that Which the commission of thy yeares and art Could to no issue of true honour bring Be not so long to speak I long to die If what thou speak'st speake not of remedy Fri. Hold Daughter I doe spie a kind of hope Which craues as desperate an execution As that is desperate which we would preuent If rather then to marrie Countie Paris Thou hast the strength of will to stay thy selfe Then is it likely thou wilt vndertake A thinglike death to chide away this shame That coap'st with death himselfe to scape fro it And if thou dar'st I le giue thee remedie Iul. Oh bid me leape rather then marrie Paris From of the Battlements of any Tower Or walke in theeuish waies or bid me lurke Where Serpents are chaine me with roaring Beares Or hide me nightly in a Charnell house Orecouered quite with dead mens ratling bones With reckie shankes and yellow chappels sculls Or bid me go into a new made graue And hide me with a dead man in his graue Things that to heare them told haue made me tremble And I will doe it without feare or doubt To liue an vnstained wife to my sweet Loue. Fri. Hold then goe home be merrie giue consent To marrie Paris wensday is to morrow To morrow
Doct. Were I from Dunsinane away and cleere Profit againe should hardly draw me heere Exeunt Scena Quarta Drum and Colours Enter Malcolme Seyward Macduffe Seywards Sonne Menteth Cathnes Angus and Soldiers Marching Malc Cosins I hope the dayes are neere at hand That Chambers will be safe Ment. We doubt it nothing Syew What wood is this before vs Ment. The wood of Birnane Malc Let euery Souldier hew him downe a Bough And bear 't before him thereby shall we shadow The numbers of our Hoast and make discouery Erre in report of vs. Sold. It shall be done Syw We learne no other but the confident Tyrant Keepes still in Dunsinane and will indure Our setting downe befor 't Malc 'T is his maine hope For where there is aduantage to be giuen Both more and lesse haue giuen him the Reuolt And none serue with him but constrained things Whose hearts are absent too Macd. Let our iust Censures Attend the true euent and put we on Industrious Souldiership Sey. The time approaches That will with due decision make vs know What we shall say we haue and what we owe Thoughts speculatiue their vnsure hopes relate But certaine issue stroakes must arbitrate Towards which aduance the warre Exeunt marching Scena Quinta Enter Macbeth Seyton Souldiers with Drum and Colours Macb. Hang out our Banners on the outward walls The Cry is still they come our Castles strength Will laugh a Siedge to scorne Heere let them lye Till Famine and the Ague eate them vp Were they not forc'd with those that should be ours We might haue met them darefull beard to beard And beate them backward home What is that noyse A Cry within of Women Sey. It is the cry of women my good Lord. Macb. I haue almost forgot the taste of Feares The time ha's beene my sences would haue cool'd To heare a Night-shricke and my Fell of haire Would at a dismall Treatise rowze and stirre As life were in 't I haue supt full with horrors Direnesse familiar to my slaughterous thoughts Cannot once start me Wherefore was that cry Sey. The Queene my Lord is dead Macb. She should haue dy'de heereafter There would haue beene a time for such a word To morrow and to morrow and to morrow Creepes in this petty pace from day to day To the last Syllable of Recorded time And all our yesterdayes haue lighted Fooles The way to dusty death Out out breefe Candle Life 's but a walking Shadow a poore Player That struts and frets his houre vpon the Stage And then is heard no more It is a Tale Told by an Ideot full of sound and fury Signifying nothing Enter a Messenger Thou com'st to vse thy Tongue thy Story quickly Mes Gracious my Lord I should report that which I say I saw But know not how to doo 't Macb. Well say sir Mes As I did stand my watch vpon the Hill I look'd toward Byrnane and anon me thought The Wood began to moue Macb. Lyar and Slaue Mes Let me endure your wrath if 't be not so Within this three Mile may you see it comming I say a mouing Groue Macb. If thou speak'st fhlse Vpon the next Tree shall thou hang aliue Till Famine cling thee If thy speech be sooth I care not if thou dost for me as much I pull in Resolution and begin To doubt th' Equiuocation of the Fiend That lies like truth Feare not till Byrnane Wood Do come to Dunsinane and now a Wood Comes toward Dunsinane Arme Arme and out If this which he auouches do's appeare There is nor flying hence nor tarrying here I' ginne to be a-weary of the Sun And wish th' estate o' th' world were now vndon Ring the Alarum Bell blow Winde come wracke At least wee 'l dye with Harnesse on our backe Exeunt Scena Sexta Drumme and Colours Enter Malcolme Seyward Macduffe and their Army with Boughes Mal. Now neere enough Your leauy Skreenes throw downe And shew like those you are You worthy Vnkle Shall with my Cosin your right Noble Sonne Leade our first Battell Worthy Macduffe and wee Shall take vpon 's what else remaines to do According to our order Sey. Fare you well Do we but finde the Tyrants power to night Let vs be beaten if we cannot fight Macd. Make all our Trumpets speak giue thē all breath Those clamorous Harbingers of Blood Death Exeunt Alarums continued Scena Septima Enter Macbeth Macb. They haue tied me to a stake I cannot flye But Beare-like I must fight the course What 's he That was not borne of Woman Such a one Am I to feare or none Enter young Seyward Y. Sey. What is thy name Macb. Thou 'lt be affraid to heare it Y. Sey. No though thou call'st thy selfe a hoter name Then any is in hell Macb. My name 's Macbeth Y. Sey. The diuell himselfe could not pronounce a Title More hatefull to mine eare Macb. No nor more fearefull Y. Sey. Thou lyest abhorred Tyrant with my Sword I le proue the lye thou speak'st Fight and young Seyward slaine Macb. Thou was 't borne of woman But Swords I smile at Weapons laugh to scorne Brandish'd by man that 's of a Woman borne Exit Alarums Enter Macduffe Macd. That way the noise is Tyrant shew thy face If thou beest slaine and with no stroake of mine My Wife and Childrens Ghosts will haunt me still I cannot strike at wretched Kernes whose armes Are hyr'd to beare their Staues either thou Macbeth Or else my Sword with an vnbattered edge I sheath againe vndeeded There thou should'st be By this great clatter one of greatest note Seemes bruited Let me finde him Fortune And more I begge not Exit Alarums Enter Malcolme and Seyward Sey. This way my Lord the Castles gently rendred The Tyrants people on both sides do fight The Noble Thanes do brauely in the Warre The day almost it selfe professes yours And little is to do Malc We haue met with Foes That strike beside vs. Sey. Enter Sir the Castle Exeunt Alarum Enter Macbeth Macb. Why should I play the Roman Foole and dye On mine owne sword whiles I see liues the gashes Do better vpon them Enter Macduffe Macd. Turne Hell-hound turne Macb. Of all men else I haue auoyded thee But get thee backe my soule is too much charg'd With blood of thine already Macd. I haue no words My voice is in my Sword thou bloodier Villaine Then tearmes can giue thee out Fight Alarum Macb. Thou loosest labour As easie may'st thou the intrenchant Ayre With thy keene Sword impresse as make me bleed Let fall thy blade on vulnerable Crests I beare a charmed Life which must not yeeld To one of woman borne Macd. Dispaire thy Charme And let the Angell whom thou still hast seru'd Tell thee Macduffe was from his Mothers womb Vntimely ript Macb. Accursed be that tongue that tels mee so For it hath Cow'd my better part of man And be these Iugling Fiends no more beleeu'd That palter with vs in a double
her then being a Maid yet ros'd ouer with the Virgin Crimson of Modestie if shee deny the apparance of a naked blinde Boy in her naked seeing selfe It were my Lord a hard Condition for a Maid to consigne to King Yet they doe winke and yeeld as Loue is blind and enforces Burg. They are then excus'd my Lord when they see not what they doe King Then good my Lord teach your Cousin to consent winking Burg. I will winke on her to consent my Lord if you will teach her to know my meaning for Maides well Summer'd and warme kept are like Flyes at Bartholomew-tyde blinde though they haue their eyes and then they will endure handling which before would not abide looking on King This Morall tyes me ouer to Time and a hot Summer and so I shall catch the Flye your Cousin in the latter end and shee must be blinde to Burg. As Loue is my Lord before it loues King It is so and you may some of you thanke Loue for my blindnesse who cannot see many a faire French Citie for one faire French Maid that stands in my way French King Yes my Lord you see them perspectiuely the Cities turn'd into a Maid for they are all gyrdled with Maiden Walls that Warre hath entred England Shall Kate be my Wife France So please you England I am content so the Maiden Cities you talke of may wait on her so the Maid that stood in the way for my Wish shall shew me the way to my Will France Wee haue consented to all tearmes of reason England Is' t so my Lords of England West The King hath graunted euery Article His Daughter first and in sequele all According to their firme proposed natures Exet. Onely he hath not yet subscribed this Where your Maiestie demands That the King of France hauing any occasion to write for matter of Graunt shall name your Highnesse in this forme and with this addition in French Nostre trescher filz Henry Roy d' Angleterre Heretere de Fraunce and thus in Latine Praeclarissimus Filius noster Henricus Rex Angliae Heres Franciae France Nor this I haue not Brother so deny'd But your request shall make me let it passe England I pray you then in loue and deare allyance Let that one Article ranke with the rest And thereupon giue me your Daughter France Take her faire Sonne and from her blood rayse vp Issue to me that the contending Kingdomes Of France and England whose very shoares looke pale With enuy of each others happinesse May cease their hatred and this deare Coniunction Plant Neighbour-hood and Christian-like accord In their sweet Bosomes that neuer Warre aduance His bleeding Sword 'twixt England and faire France Lords Amen King Now welcome Kate and beare me witnesse all That here I kisse her as my Soueraigne Queene Flourish Quee. God the best maker of all Marriages Combine your hearts in one your Realmes in one As Man and Wife being two are one in loue So be there 'twixt your Kingdomes such a Spousall That neuer may ill Office or fell Iealousie Which troubles oft the Bed of blessed Marriage Thrust in betweene the Pation of these Kingdomes To make diuorce of their incorporate League That English may as French French Englishmen Receiue each other God speake this Amen All. Amen King Prepare we for our Marriage on which day My Lord of Burgundy wee 'le take your Oath And all the Peeres for suretie of our Leagues Then shall I sweare to Kate and you to me And may our Oathes well kept and prosp'rous be Senet Exeunt Enter Chorus Thus farre with rough and all-vnable Pen Our bending Author hath pursu'd the Story In little roome confining mightie men Mangling by starts the full course of their glory Small time but in that small most greatly liued This Starre of England Fortune made his Sword By which the Worlds best Garden he atchieued And of it left his Sonne Imperiall Lord. Henry the Sixt in Infant Bands crown'd King Of France and England did this King succeed Whose State so many had the managing That they lost France and made his England bleed Which oft our Stage hath showne and for their sake In your faire minds let this acceptance take FINIS The first Part of Henry the Sixt. Actus Primus Scoena Prima Dead March Enter the Funerall of King Henry the Fift attended on by the Duke of Bedford Regent of France the Duke of Gloster Protector the Duke of Exeter Warwicke the Bishop of Winchester and the Duke of Somerset Bedford HVng be y e heauens with black yield day to night Comets importing change of Times and States Brandish your crystall Tresses in the Skie And with them scourge the bad reuolting Stars That haue consented vnto Henries death King Henry the Fift too famous to liue long England ne're lost a King of so much worth Glost England ne're had a King vntill his time Vertue he had deseruing to command His brandisht Sword did blinde men with his beames His Armes spred wider then a Dragons Wings His sparkling Eyes repleat with wrathfull fire More dazled and droue back his Enemies Then mid-day Sunne fierce bent against their faces What should I say his Deeds exceed all speech He ne're lift vp his Hand but conquered Exe. We mourne in black why mourn we not in blood Henry is dead and neuer shall reuiue Vpon a Woodden Coffin we attend And Deaths dishonourable Victorie We with our stately presence glorifie Like Captiues bound to a Triumphant Carre What shall we curse the Planets of Mishap That plotted thus our Glories ouerthrow Or shall we thinke the subtile-witted French Coniurers and Sorcerers that afraid of him By Magick Verses haue contriu'd his end Winch. He was a King blest of the King of Kings Vnto the French the dreadfull Iudgement-Day So dreadfull will not be as was his sight The Battailes of the Lord of Hosts he fought The Churches Prayers made him so prosperous Glost The Church where is it Had not Church-men pray'd His thred of Life had not so soone decay'd None doe you like but an effeminate Prince Whom like a Schoole-boy you may ouer-awe Winch. Gloster what ere we like thou art Protector And lookest to command the Prince and Realme Thy Wife is prowd she holdeth thee in awe More then God or Religious Church-men may Glost Name not Religion for thou lou'st the Flesh And ne're throughout the yeere to Church thou go'st Except it be to pray against thy foes Bed Cease cease these Iarres rest your minds in peace Let 's to the Altar Heralds wayt on vs In stead of Gold wee 'le offer vp our Armes Since Armes auayle not now that Henry's dead Posteritie await for wretched yeeres When at their Mothers moistned eyes Babes shall suck Our Ile be made a Nourish of salt Teares And none but Women left to wayle the dead Henry the Fift thy Ghost I inuocate Prosper this Realme keepe it from Ciuill Broyles Combat with aduerse