of woman i st Vio Of your complection Du. She is not worth thee then What yeares ifaith Vio. About your yeeres my Lord. Du. Too old by heauen Let still the woman take An elder then her selfe so weares she to him So swayes she leuell in her husbands heart For boy howeuer we do praise our seiues Our fancies are more giddie and vnfirme More longing wauering sooner lost and worne Then womens are Vio I thinke it well my Lord. Du. Then let thy Loue be yonger then thy selfe Or thy affection cannot hold the bent For women are as Roses whose faire flowre Being once displaid doth fall that verie howre Vio. And so they are alas that they are so To die euen when they to perfection grow Enter Curio Clowne Du. O fellow come the song we had last night Marke it Cesario it is old and plaine The Spinsters and the Knitters in the Sun And the free maides that weaue their thred with bones Do vse to chaunt it it is silly sooth And dallies with the innocence of loue Like the old age Clo. Are you ready Sir Duke I prethee sing Musicke The Song Come away come away death And in sad cypresse let me be laide Fye away fie away breath I am slaine by a faire cruell maide My shrowd of white stuck all with Ew O prepare it My part of death no one so true did share it Not a flower not a flower sweete On my blacke coffin let there be strewne Not a friend not a friend greet My poore corpes where my bones shall be throwne A thousand thousand sighes to saue lay me ô where Sad true louer neuer find my graue to weepe there Du. There 's for thy paines Clo. No paines sir I take pleasure in singing sir Du. I le pay thy pleasure then Clo. Truely sir and pleasure will be paide one time or another Du. Giue me now leaue to leaue thee Clo. Now the melancholly God protect thee and the Tailor make thy doublet of changeable Taffata for thy minde is a very Opall I would haue men of such constancie put to Sea that their businesse might be euery thing and their intent euerie where for that 's it that alwayes makes a good voyage of nothing Farewell Exit Du. Let all the rest giue place Once more Cesario Get thee to yond same soueraigne crueltie Tell her my loue more noble then the world Prizes not quantitie of dirtie lands The parts that fortune hath bestow'd vpon her Tell her I hold as giddily as Fortune But 't is that miracle and Queene of Iems That nature prankes her in attracts my soule Vio. But if she cannot loue you sir Du. It cannot be so answer'd Vio. Sooth but you must Say that some Lady as perhappes there is Hath for your loue as great a pang of heart As you haue for Oliuia you cannot loue her You tel her so Must she not then be answer'd Du. There is no womans sides Can bide the beating of so strong a passion As loue doth giue my heart no womans heart So bigge to hold so much they lacke retention Alas their loue may be call'd appetite No motion of the Liuer but the Pallat That suffer surfet cloyment and reuolt But mine is all as hungry as the Sea And can digest as much make no compare Betweene that loue a woman can beare me And that I owe Oliuia Vio I but I know Du. What dost thou knowe Vio Too well what loue women to men may owe In faith they are as true of heart as we My Father had a daughter lou'd a man As it might be perhaps were I a woman I should your Lordship Du. And what 's her history Vio. A blanke my Lord she neuer told her loue But let concealment like a worme i' th budde Feede on her damaske cheeke she pin'd in thought And with a greene and yellow melancholly She sate like Patience on a Monument Smiling at greefe Was not this loue indeede We men may say more sweare more but indeed Our shewes are more then will for still we proue Much in our vowes but little in our loue Du. But di'de thy sister of her loue my Boy Vio. I am all the daughters of my Fathers house And all the brothers too and yet I know not Sir shall I to this Lady Du. I that 's the Theame To her in haste giue her this Iewell say My loue can giue no place bide no denay exeunt Scena Quinta Enter Sir Toby Sir Andrew and Fabian To. Come thy wayes Signior Fabian Fab. Nay I le come if I loose a scruple of this sport let me be boyl'd to death with Melancholly To. Wouldst thou not be glad to haue the niggardly Rascally sheepe-biter come by some notable shame Fa. I would exult man you know he brought me out o' fauour with my Lady about a Beare-baiting heere To. To anger him wee 'l haue the Beare againe and we will foole him blacke and blew shall we not sir Andrew An. And we do not it is pittie of our liues Enter Maria. To. Heere comes the little villaine How now my Mettle of India Mar. Get ye all three into the box tree Maluolio's comming downe this walke he has beene yonder i' the Sunne practising behauiour to his own shadow this halfe houre obserue him for the loue of Mockerie for I know this Letter wil make a contemplatiue Ideot of him Close in the name of ieasting lye thou there for heere comes the Trowt that must be caught with tickling Exit Enter Maluolio Mal. 'T is but Fortune all is fortune Maria once told me she did affect me and I haue heard her self come thus neere that should shee fancie it should bee one of my complection Besides she vses me with a more exalted respect then any one else that followes her What should I thinke on 't To. Heere 's an ouer-weening rogue Fa. Oh peace Contemplation makes a rare Turkey Cocke of him how he iets vnder his aduanc'd plumes And. Slight I could so beate the Rogue To. Peace I say Mal. To be Count Maluolio To. Ah Rogue An. Pistoll him pistoll him To. Peace peace Mal. There is example for 't The Lady of the Strachy married the yeoman of the wardrobe An. Fie on him Iezabel Fa. O peace now he 's deepely in looke how imagination blowes him Mal. Hauing beene three moneths married to her sitting in my state To. O for a stone-bow to hit him in the eye Mal. Calling my Officers about me in my branch'd Veluet gowne hauing come from a day bedde where I haue left Oliuia sleeping To. Fire and Brimstone Fa. O peace peace Mal. And then to haue the humor of state and after a demure trauaile of regard telling them I knowe my place as I would they should doe theirs to aske for my kinsman Toby To. Boltes and shackles Fa. Oh peace peace peace now now Mal. Seauen of my people with an obedient start make out for him I frowne the while and perchance winde vp
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
to post after with oares what 's the matter why weep'st thou man away asse you 'l loose the Tide if you tarry any longer Laun. It is no matter if the tide were lost for it is the vnkindest Tide that euer any man tide Panth. What 's the vnkindest tide Lau. Why he that 's tide here Crab my dog Pant. Tut man I meane thou 'lt loose the flood and in loosing the flood loose thy voyage and in loosing thy voyage loose thy Master and in loosing thy Master loose thy seruice and in loosing thy seruice why dost thou stop my mouth Laun. For feare thou shouldst loose thy tongue Panth. Where should I loose my tongue Laun. In thy Tale. Panth. In thy Taile Laun. Loose the Tide and the voyage and the Master and the Seruice and the tide why man if the Riuer were drie I am able to fill it with my teares if the winde were downe I could driue the boate with my sighes Panth. Come come away man I was sent to call thee Lau. Sir call me what thou dar'st Pant. Wilt thou goe Laun. Well I will goe Exeunt Scena Quarta Enter Valentine Siluia Thurio Speed Duke Protheus Sil. Seruant Val. Mistris Spee Master Sir Thurio frownes on you Val. I Boy it 's for loue Spee Not of you Val. Of my Mistresse then Spee 'T were good you knockt him Sil. Seruant you are sad Val. Indeed Madam I seeme so Thu. Seeme you that you are not Val. Hap'ly I doe Thu. So doe Counterfeyts Val. So doe you Thu. What seeme I that I am not Val. Wise Thu. What instance of the contrary Val. Your folly Thu. And how quoat you my folly Val I quoat it in your Ierkin Thu. My Ierkin is a doublet Val. Well then I le double your folly Thu. How Sil. What angry Sir Thurio do you change colour Val. Giue him leaue Madam he is a kind of Camelion Thu. That hath more minde to feed on your bloud then liue in your ayre Val. You haue said Sir Thu. I Sir and done too for this time Val. I know it wel sir you alwaies end ere you begin Sil. A fine volly of words gentlemē quickly shot off Val. 'T is indeed Madam we thank the giuer Sil. Who is that Seruant Val. Your selfe sweet Lady for you gaue the fire Sir Thurio borrows his wit from your Ladiships lookes And spends what he borrowes kindly in your company Thu. Sir if you spend word for word with me I shall make your wit bankrupt Val. I know it well sir you haue an Exchequer of words And I thinke no other treasure to giue your followers For it appeares by their bare Liueries That they liue by your bare words Sil. No more gentlemen no more Here comes my father Duk. Now daughter Siluia you are hard beset Sir Valentine your father is in good health What say you to a Letter from your friends Of much good newes Val. My Lord I will be thankfull To any happy messenger from thence Duk. Know ye Don Antonio your Countriman Val. I my good Lord I know the Gentleman To be of worth and worthy estimation And not without desert so well reputed Duk. Hath he not a Sonne Val I my good Lord a Son that well deserues The honor and regard of such a father Duk. You know him well Val I knew him as my selfe for from our Infancie We haue conuerst and spent our howres together And though my selfe haue beene an idle Trewant Omitting the sweet benefit of time To cloath mine age with Angel-like perfection Yet hath Sir Protheus for that 's his name Made vse and faire aduantage of his daies His yeares but yong but his experience old His head vn-mellowed but his Iudgement ripe And in a word for far behinde his worth Comes all the praises that I now bestow He is compleat in feature and in minde With all good grace to grace a Gentleman Duk. Beshrew me sir but if he make this good He is as worthy for an Empresse loue As meet to be an Emperors Councellor Well Sir this Gentleman is come to me With Commendation from great Potentates And heere he meanes to spend his time a while I thinke 't is no vn-welcome newes to you Val Should I haue wish'd a thing it had beene he Duk. Welcome him then according to his worth Siluia I speake to you and you Sir Thurio For Valentine I need not cite him to it I will send him hither to you presently Val. This is the Gentleman I told your Ladiship Had come along with me but that his Mistresse Did hold his eyes lockt in her Christall lookes Sil. Be-like that now she hath enfranchis'd them Vpon some other pawne for fealty Val. Nay sure I thinke she holds them prisoners stil Sil. Nay then he should be blind and being blind How could he see his way to seeke out you Val Why Lady Loue hath twenty paire of eyes Thur. They say that Loue hath not an eye at all Val. To see such Louers Thurio as your selfe Vpon a homely obiect Loue can winke Sil. Haue done haue done here comes y e gentleman Val. Welcome deer Protheus Mistris I beseech you Confirme his welcome with some speciall fauor Sil. His worth is warrant for his welcome hether If this be he you oft haue wish'd to heare from Val Mistris it is sweet Lady entertaine him To be my fellow-seruant to your Ladiship Sil. Too low a Mistres for so high a seruant Pro. Not so sweet Lady but too meane a seruant To haue a looke of such a worthy a Mistresse Val. Leaue off discourse of disabilitie Sweet Lady entertaine him for your Seruant Pro. My dutie will I boast of nothing else Sil. And dutie neuer yet did want his meed Seruant you are welcome to a worthlesse Mistresse Pro. I le die on him that saies so but your selfe Sil. That you are welcome Pro. That you are worthlesse Thur. Madam my Lord your father wold speak with you Sil. I wait vpon his pleasure Come Sir Thurio Goe with me once more new Seruant welcome I le leaue you to confer of home affaires When you haue done we looke too heare from you Pro. Wee 'll both attend vpon your Ladiship Val. Now tell me how do al from whence you came Pro. Your frends are wel haue thē much cōmended Val. And how doe yours Pro. I left them all in health Val. How does your Lady how thriues your loue Pro. My tales of Loue were wont to weary you I know you ioy not in a Loue-discourse Val. I Protheus but that life is alter'd now I haue done pennance for contemning Loue Whose high emperious thoughts haue punish'd me With bitter fasts with penitentiall grones With nightly teares and daily hart-sore sighes For in reuenge of my contempt of loue Loue hath chas'd sleepe from my enthralled eyes And made them watchers of mine owne hearts sorrow O gentle Protheus Loue 's a mighty Lord And hath so humbled me as I confesse There is
himselfe if he had so offended He would haue waigh'd thy brother by himselfe And not haue cut him off some one hath set you on Confesse the truth and say by whose aduice Thou cam'st heere to complaine Isab And is this all Then oh you blessed Ministers aboue Keepe me in patience and with ripened time Vnfold the euill which is heere wrapt vp In countenance heauen shield your Grace from woe As I thus wrong'd hence vnbeleeued goe Duke I know you 'ld faine be gone An Officer To prison with her Shall we thus permit A blasting and a scandalous breath to fall On him so neere vs This needs must be a practise Who knew of your intent and comming hither Isa One that I would were heere Frier Lodowick Duk. A ghostly Father belike Who knowes that Lodowicke Luc. My Lord I know him 't is a medling Fryer I doe not like the man had he been Lay my Lord For certaine words he spake against your Grace In your retirment I had swing'd him soundly Duke Words against mee this 'a good Fryer belike And to set on this wretched woman here Against our Substitute Let this Fryer be found Luc. But yesternight my Lord she and that Fryer I saw them at the prison a sawcy Fryar A very scuruy fellow Peter Blessed be your Royall Grace I haue stood by my Lord and I haue heard Your royall eare abus'd first hath this woman Most wrongfully accus'd your Substitute Who is as free from touch or soyle with her As she from one vngot Duke We did beleeue no lesse Know you that Frier Lodowick that she speakes of Peter I know him for a man diuine and holy Not scuruy nor a temporary medler As he 's reported by this Gentleman And on my trust a man that neuer yet Did as he vouches mis-report your Grace Luc. My Lord most villanously beleeue it Peter Well he in time may come to cleere himselfe But at this instant he is sicke my Lord Of a strange Feauor vpon his meere request Being come to knowledge that there was complaint Intended ' gainst Lord Angelo came I hether To speake as from his mouth what he doth know Is true and false And what he with his oath And all probation will make vp full cleare When soeuer he 's conuented First for this woman To iustifie this worthy Noble man So vulgarly and personally accus'd Her shall you heare disproued to her eyes Till she her selfe confesse it Duk. Good Frier let 's heare it Doe you not smile at this Lord Angelo Oh heauen the vanity of wretched fooles Giue vs some seates Come cosen Angelo In this I 'll be impartiall be you Iudge Of your owne Cause Is this the Witnes Frier Enter Mariana First let her shew your face and after speake Mar. Pardon my Lord I will not shew my face Vntill my husband bid me Duke What are you married Mar. No my Lord. Duke Are you a Maid Mar. No my Lord. Duk. A Widow then Mar. Neither my Lord. Duk. Why you are nothing then neither Maid Widow nor Wife Luc. My Lord she may be a Puncke for many of them are neither Maid Widow nor Wife Duk. Silence that fellow I would he had some cause to prattle for himselfe Luc. Well my Lord. Mar. My Lord I doe confesse I nere was married And I confesse besides I am no Maid I haue known my husband yet my husband Knowes not that euer he knew me Luc. He was drunk then my Lord it can be no better Duk. For the benefit of silence would thou wert so to Luc. Well my Lord. Duk. This is no witnesse for Lord Angelo Mar. Now I come to 't my Lord. Shee that accuses him of Fornication In selfe-same manner doth accuse my husband And charges him my Lord with such a time When I 'le depose I had him mine Armes With all th' effect of Loue. Ang. Charges she moe then me Mar. Not that I know Duk. No you say your husband Mar. Why iust my Lord and that is Angelo Who thinkes he knowes that he nere knew my body But knows he thinkes that he knowes Isabels Ang. This is a strange abuse Let 's see thy face Mar. My husband bids me now I will vnmaske This is that face thou cruell Angelo Which once thou sworst was worth the looking on This is the hand which with a vowd contract Was fast belockt in thine This is the body That tooke away the match from Isabell And did supply thee at thy garden-house In her Imagin'd person Duke Know you this woman Luc. Carnallie she saies Duk. Sirha no more Luc. Enoug my Lord. Ang. My Lord I must confesse I know this woman And fiue yeres since there was some speech of marriage Betwixt my selfe and her which was broke off Partly for that her promis'd proportions Came short of Composition But in chiefe For that her reputation was dis-valued In leuitie Since which time of fiue yeres I neuer spake with her saw her nor heard from her Vpon my faith and honor Mar. Noble Prince As there comes light from heauen and words frō breath As there is sence in truth and truth in vertue I am affianced this mans wife as strongly As words could make vp vowes And my good Lord But Tuesday night last gon in 's garden house He knew me as a wife As this is true Let me in safety raise me from my knees Or else for euer be confixed here A Marble Monument Ang. I did but smile till now Now good my Lord giue me the scope of Iustice My patience here is touch'd I doe perceiue These poore informall women are no more But instruments of some more mightier member That sets them on Let me haue way my Lord To finde this practise out Duke I with my heart And punish them to your height of pleasure Thou foolish Frier and thou pernicious woman Compact with her that 's gone thinkst thou thy oathes Though they would swear downe each particular Saint Were testimonies against his worth and credit That 's seald in approbation you Lord Escalus Sit with my Cozen lend him your kinde paines To finde out this abuse whence 't is deriu'd There is another Frier that set them on Let him be sent for Peter Would he were here my Lord for he indeed Hath set the women on to this Complaint Your Prouost knowes the place where he abides And he may fetch him Duke Goe doe it instantly And you my noble and well-warranted Cosen Whom it concernes to heare this matter forth Doe with your iniuries as seemes you best In any chastisement I for a while Will leaue you but stir not you till you haue Well determin'd vpon these Slanderers Exit Esc My Lord wee 'll doe it throughly Signior Lucio did not you say you knew that Frier Lodowick to be a dishonest person Luc. Cucullus non facit Monachum honest in nothing but in his Clothes and one that hath spoke most villanous speeches of the Duke Esc We shall intreat
an oyster of me he shall neuer make me such a foole one woman is faire yet I am well another is wise yet I am well another vertuous yet I am well but till all graces be in one woman one woman shall not come in my grace rich shee shall be that 's certaine wise or I le none vertuous or I le neuer cheapen her faire or I le neuer looke on her milde or come not neere me Noble or not for an Angell of good discourse an excellent Musitian and her haire shal be of what colour it please God hah the Prince and Monsieur Loue I will hide me in the Arbor Enter Prince Leonato Claudio and Iacke Wilson Prin. Come shall we heare this musicke Claud. Yea my good Lord how still the euening is As husht on purpose to grace harmonie Prin. See you where Benedicke hath hid himselfe Clau. O very well my Lord the musicke ended Wee 'll fit the kid-foxe with a penny worth Prince Come Balthasar wee 'll heare that song again Balth. O good my Lord taxe not so bad a voyce To slander musicke any more then once Prin. It is the witnesse still of excellency To slander Musicke any more then once Prince It is the witnesse still of excellencie To put a strange face on his owne perfection I pray thee sing and let me woe no more Balth. Because you talke of wooing I will sing Since many a wooer doth commence his suit To her he thinkes not worthy yet he wooes Yet will he sweare he loues Prince Nay pray thee come Or if thou wilt hold longer argument Doe it in notes Balth. Note this before my notes There 's not a note of mine that 's worth the noting Prince Why these are very crotchets that he speaks Note notes forsooth and nothing Bene. Now diuine aire now is his soule rauisht is it not strange that sheepes guts should hale soules out of mens bodies well a horne for my money when all 's done The Song Sigh no more Ladies sigh no more Men were deceiuers euer One foote in Sea and one on shore To one thing constant neuer Then sigh not so but let them goe And be you blithe and bonnis Conuerting all your sounds of woe Into hey nony nony Sing no more ditties sing no moe Of dumps so dull and heauy The fraud of men were euer so Since summer first was leauy Then sigh not so c. Prince By my troth a good song Balth. And an ill singer my Lord. Prince Ha no no faith thou singst well enough for a shift Ben. And he had been a dog that should haue howld thus they would haue hang'd him and I pray God his bad voyce bode no mischiefe I had as liefe haue heard the night-rauen come what plague could haue come after it Prince Yea marry dost thou heare Balthasar I pray thee get vs some excellent musick for to morrow night we would haue it at the Lady Heroes chamber window Balth. The best I can my Lord. Exit Balthasar Prince Do so farewell Come hither Leonato what was it you told me of to day that your Niece Beatrice was in loue with signior Benedicke Cla. O I stalke on stalke on the foule sits I did neuer thinke that Lady would haue loued any man Leon. No nor I neither but most wonderful that she should so dote on Signior Benedicke whom shee hath in all outward behauiours seemed euer to abhorre Bene. Is' t possible sits the winde in that corner Leo. By my troth my Lord I cannot tell what to thinke of it but that she loues him with an inraged affection it is past the infinite of thought Prince May be she doth but counterfeit Claud. Faith like enough Leon. O God! counterfeit there was neuer counterfeit of passion came so neere the life of passion as she discouers it Prince Why what effects of passion shewes she Claud. Baite the hooke well this fish will bite Leon. What effects my Lord shee will sit you you heard my daughter tell you how Clau. She did indeed Prin. How how I pray you you amaze me I would haue thought her spirit had beene inuincible against all assaults of affection Leo. I would haue sworne it had my Lord especially against Benedicke Bene. I should thinke this a gull but that the white-bearded fellow speakes it knauery cannot sure hide himselfe in such reuerence Claud. He hath tane th' infection hold it vp Prince Hath shee made her affection known to Benedicke Leonato No and sweares she neuer will that 's her torment Claud. 'T is true indeed so your daughter saies shall I saies she that haue so oft encountred him with scorne write to him that I loue him Leo. This saies shee now when shee is beginning to write to him for shee 'll be vp twenty times a night and there will she sit in her smocke till she haue writ a sheet of paper my daughter tells vs all Clau. Now you talke of a sheet of paper I remember a pretty iest your daughter told vs of Leon. O when she had writ it was reading it ouer she found Benedicke and Beatrice betweene the sheete Clau. That Leon. O she tore the letter into a thousand halfpence raild at her self that she should be so immodest to write to one that shee knew would flout her I measure him saies she by my owne spirit for I should flout him if hee writ to mee yea though I loue him I should Clau. Then downe vpon her knees she falls weepes sobs beates her heart teares her hayre praies curses O sweet Benedicke God giue me patience Leon. She doth indeed my daughter saies so and the extasie hath so much ouerborne her that my daughter is somtime afeard she will doe a desperate out-rage to her selfe it is very true Princ. It were good that Benedicke knew of it by some other if she will not discouer it Clau. To what end he would but make a sport of it and torment the poore Lady worse Prin. And he should it were an almes to hang him shee 's an excellent sweet Lady and out of all suspition she is vertuous Claudio And she is exceeding wise Prince In euery thing but in louing Benedicke Leon. O my Lord wisedome and bloud combating in so tender a body we haue ten proofes to one that bloud hath the victory I am sorry for her as I haue iust cause being her Vncle and her Guardian Prince I would shee had bestowed this dotage on mee I would haue daft all other respects and made her halfe my selfe I pray you tell Benedicke of it and heare what he will say Leon. Were it good thinke you Clau. Hero thinkes surely she wil die for she saies she will die if hee loue her not and shee will die ere shee make her loue knowne and she will die if hee wooe her rather than shee will bate one breath of her accustomed crossenesse Prin. She doth well if she should make tender of her loue 't is very possible hee
fancie that Armado hight For interim to our studies shall relate In high-borne words the worth of many a Knight From tawnie Spaine lost in the worlds debate How you delight my Lords I know not I But I protest I loue to heare him lie And I will vse him for my Minstrelsie Bero. Armado is a most illustrious wight A man of fire new words fashions owne Knight Lon. Costard the swaine and he shall be our sport And so to studie three yeeres is but short Enter a Constable with Costard with a Letter Const Which is the Dukes owne person Ber. This fellow What would'st Con. I my selfe reprehend his owne person for I am his graces Tharborough But I would see his own person in flesh and blood Ber. This is he Con. Signeor Arme Arme commends you Ther 's villanie abroad this letter will tell you more Clow. Sir the Contempts thereof are as touching mee Fer. A letter from the magnificent Armado Ber. How low soeuer the matter I hope in God for high words Lon. A high hope for a low heauen God grant vs patience Ber. To heare or forbeare hearing Lon. To heare meekely sir and to laugh moderately or to forbeare both Ber. Well sir be it as the stile shall giue vs cause to clime in the merrinesse Clo. The matter is to me sir as concerning Iaquenetta The manner of it is I was taken with the manner Ber. In what manner Clo. In manner and forme following sir all those three I was seene with her in the Mannor house sitting with her vpon the Forme and taken following her into the Parke which put to gether is in manner and forme following Now sir for the manner It is the manner of a man to speake to a woman for the forme in some forme Ber. For the following sir Clo. As it shall follow in my correction and God defend the right Fer. Will you heare this Letter with attention Ber. As we would heare an Oracle Clo. Such is the simplicitie of man to harken after the flesh Ferdinand GReat Deputie the Welkâ—ns Vicegerent and sole dominator of Nauar my soules earths God and bodies fostring patrone Cost Not a vvord of Costard yet Ferd. So it is Cost It may be so but if he say it is so he is in telling true but so Ferd. Peace Clow. Be to me and euery man that dares not fight Ferd. No words Clow. Of other mens secrets I beseech you Ferd. So it is besieged with sable coloured melancholie I did commend the blacke oppressing humour to the most wholesome Physicke of thy health-giuing ayre And as I am a Gentleman betooke my selfe to walke the time When about the sixt houre When beasts most grase birds best pecke and men sit downe to that nourishment which is called supper So much for the time When. Now for the ground Which which I meane I walkt vpon it is ycliped Thy Parke Then for the place Where where I meane I did encounter that obscene and most preposterous euent that draweth from my snow-white pen the ebon coloured Inke which heere thou viewest beholdest suruayest or seest But to the place Where It standeth North North-east and by East from the West corner of thy curious knotted garden There did I see that low spirited Swaine that base Minow of thy myrth Clown Mee that vnletered small knowing soule Clow Me that shallow vassall Clow. Still mee which as I remember hight Costard Clow. O me sorted and consorted contrary to thy established proclaymed Edict and Continet Cannon Which with ô with but with this I passion to say wherewith Clo. With a Wench Ferd. With a childe of our Grandmother Eâ—e a female or for thy more sweet vnderstanding a woman him I as my euer esteemed dutie prickes me on haue sent to thee to receiue the meed of punishment by thy sweet Graces Officer Anthony Dull a man of good repute carriage bearing estimation Anth. Me an 't shall please you I am Anthony Dull Ferd. For Iaquenetta so is the weaker vessell called which I apprehended with the aforesaid Swaine I keeper her as a vessell of thy Lawes furie and shall at the least of thy sweet notice bring her to triall Thine in all complements of deuoted and heart-burning heat of dutie Don Adriana de Armado Ber. This is not so well as I looked for but the best that euer I heard Fer. I the best for the worst But sirra What say you to this Clo. Sir I confesse the Wench Fer. Did you heare the Proclamation Clo. I doe confesse much of the hearing it but little of the marking of it Fer. It was proclaimed a yeeres imprisonment to bee taken with a Wench Clow. I was taken with none sir I was taken vvith a Damosell Fer. Well it was proclaimed Damosell Clo. This was no Damosell neyther sir shee was a Virgin Fer. It is so varried to for it was proclaimed Virgin Clo. If it were I denie her Virginitie I was taken with a Maide Fer. This Maid will not serue your turne sir Clo. This Maide will serue my turne sir Kin. Sir I will pronounce your sentence You shall fast a Weeke with Branne and water Clo. I had rather pray a Moneth with Mutton and Porridge Kin. And Don Armado shall be your keeper My Lord Berowne see him deliuer'd ore And goe we Lords to put in practice that Which each to other hath so strongly sworne Bero. I le lay my head to any good mans hat These oathes and lawes will proue an idle scorne Sirra come on Clo. I suffer for the truth sir for true it is I was taken with Iaquenetta and Iaquenetta is a true girle and therefore welcome the sowre cup of prosperitie affliction may one day smile againe and vntill then sit downe sorrow Exit Enter Armado and Moth his Page Arma. Boy What signe is it when a man of great spirit growes melancholy Boy A great signe sir that he will looke sad Brag. Why sadnesse is one and the selfe-same thing deare impe Boy No no O Lord sir no. Brag. How canst thou part sadnesse and melancholy my tender Iuuenall Boy By a familiar demonstration of the working my tough signeur Brag. Why tough signeur Why tough signeur Boy Why tender Iuuenall Why tender Iuuenall Brag. I spoke it tender Iuuenall as a congruent apathaton appertaining to thy young daies which we may nominate tender Boy And I tough signeur as an appertinent title to your olde time which we may name tough Brag. Pretty and apt Boy How meane you sir I pretty and my saying apt or I apt and my saying prettie Brag. Thou pretty because little Boy Little pretty because little wherefore apt Brag And therefore apt because quicke Boy Speake you this in my praise Master Brag. In thy condigne praise Boy I will praise an Eele with the same praise Brag. What that an Eele is ingenuous Boy That an Eele is quicke Brag. I doe say thou art quicke in answeres Thou heat'st my bloud Boy I am answer'd sir
make mone His eyes were greene as Leekes O sisters three come come to mee With hands as pale as Milke Lay them in gore since you haue shore With sheeres his thred of silke Tongue not a word Come trusty sword Come blade my brest imbrue And farwell friends thus Thisbie ends Adieu adieu adieu Duk. Moon-shine Lion are left to burie the dead Deme. I and Wall too Bot. No I assure you the wall is downe that parted their Fathers Will it please you to see the Epilogue or to heare a Bergomask dance betweene two of our company Duk. No Epilogue I pray you for your play needs no excuse Neuer excuse for when the plaiers are all dead there need none to be blamed Marry if hee that writ it had plaid Piramus and hung himselfe in Thisbies garter it would haue beene a fine Tragedy and so it is truely and very notably discharg'd But come your Burgomaske let your Epilogue alone The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelue Louers to bed 't is almost Fairy time I feare we shall out-sleepe the comming morne As much as we this night haue ouer-watcht This palpable grosse play hath well beguil'd The heauy gate of night Sweet friends to bed A fortnight hold we this solemnity In nightly Reuels and new iollitie Exeunt Enter Pucke Puck Now the hungry Lyons rores And the Wolfe beholds the Moone Whilest the heauy ploughman snores All with weary taske fore-done Now the wasted brands doe glow Whil'st the scritch-owle scritching loud Puts the wretch that lies in woe In remembrance of a shrowd Now it is the time of night That the graues all gaping wide Euery one lets forth his spright In the Church-way paths to glide And we Fairies that do runne By the triple Hecates teame From the presence of the Sunne Following darkenesse like a dreame Now are frollicke not a Mouse Shall disturbe this hallowed house I am sent with broome before To sweep the dust behinde the doore Enter King and Queene of Fairies with their traine Ob. Through the house giue glimmering light By the dead and drowsie fier Euerie Elfe and Fairie spright Hop as light as bird from brier And this Ditty after me sing and dance it trippinglie Tita. First rehearse this song by roate To each word a warbling note Hand in hand with Fairie grace Will we sing and blesse this place The Song Now vntill the breake of day Through this house each Fairy stray To the best Bride-bed will we Which by vs shall blessed be And the issue there create Euer shall be fortunate So shall all the couples three Euer true in louing be And the blots of Natures hand Shall not in their issue stand Neuer mole harelip nor scarre Nor marke prodigious such as are Despised in Natiuitie Shall vpon their children be With this field dew consecrate Euery Fairy take his gate And each seuerall chamber blesse Through this Pallace with sweet peace Euer shall in safety rest And the owner of it blest Trip away make no stay Meet me all by breake of day Robin If we shadowes haue offended Thinke but this and all is mended That you haue but slumbred heere While these visions did appeare And this weake and idle theame No more yeelding but a dreame Centles doe not reprehend If you pardon we will mend And as I am an honest Pucke If we haue vnearned lucke Now to scape the Serpents tongue We will make amends ere long Else the Pucke a lyar call So good night vnto you all Giue me your hands if we be friends And Robin shall restore amends FINIS The Merchant of Venice Actus primus Enter Anthonio Salarino and Salanio Anthonio IN sooth I know not why I am so sad It wearies me you say it wearies you But how I caught it found it or came by it What stuffe 't is made of whereof it is borne I am to learne and such a Want-wit sadnesse makes of mee That I haue much ado to know my selfe Sal. Your minde is tossing on the Ocean There where your Argosies with portly saile Like Signiors and rich Burgers on the flood Or as it were the Pageants of the sea Do ouer-peere the pettie Traffiquers That curtsie to them do them reuerence As they flye by them with their wouen wings Salar Beleeue me sir had I such venture forth The better part of my affections would Be with my hopes abroad I should be still Plucking the grasse to know where sits the winde Peering in Maps for ports and peers and rodes And euery obiect that might make me feare Misfortune to my ventures out of doubt Would make me sad Sal. My winde cooling my broth Would blow me to an Ague when I thought What harme a winde too great might doe at sea I should not see the sandie houre-glasse runne But I should thinke of shallows and of flats And see my wealthy Andrew docks in sand Vailing her high top lower then her ribs To kisse her buriall should I goe to Church And see the holy edifice of stone And not bethinke me straight of dangerous rocks Which touching but my gentle Vessels side Would scatter all her spices on the streame Enrobe the roring waters with my silkes And in a word but euen now worth this And now worth nothing Shall I haue the thought To thinke on this and shall I lacke the thought That such a thing bechaunc'd would make me sad But tell not me I know Anthonio Is sad to thinke vpon his merchandize Anth. Beleeue me no I thanke my fortune for it My ventures are not in one bottome trufted Nor to one place nor is my whole estate Vpon the fortune of this present yeere Therefore my merchandize makes me not sad Sola Why then you are in loue Anth. Fie fie Sola Not in loue neither then let vs say you are sad Because you are not merry and 't were as easie For you to laugh and leape and say you are merry Because you are not sad Now by two-headed Ianus Nature hath fram'd strange fellowes in her time Some that will euermore peepe through their eyes And laugh like Parrats at a bag-piper And other of such vineger aspect That they 'll not shew their teeth in way of smile Though Nestor sweare the iest be laughable Enter Bassanio Lorenso and Gratiano Sola Heere comes Bassanio Your most noble Kinsman Gratiano and Lorenso Faryewell We leaue you now with better company Sala I would haue staid till I had made you merry If worthier friends had not preuented me Ant. Your worth is very deere in my regard I take it your owne busines calls on you And you embrace th' occasion to depart Sal. Good morrow my good Lords Bass Good signiors both when shall we laugh say when You grow exceeding strange must it be so Sal. Wee 'll make our leysures to attend on yours Exeunt Salarino and Solanio Lor. My Lord Bassanio since you haue found Anthonio We two will leaue you but at dinner time I pray you
house thither they send one another I le question her God saue you pilgrim whether are bound Hel. To S. Iaques la grand Where do the Palmers lodge I do beseech you Wid. At the S. Francis heere beside the Port. Hel. Is this the way A march afarre Wid. I marrie i st Harke you they come this way If you will tarrie holy Pilgrime But till the troopes come by I will conduct you where you shall be lodg'd The rather for I thinke I know your hostesse As ample as my selfe Hel. Is it your selfe Wid. If you shall please so Pilgrime Hel. I thanke you and will stay vpon your leisure Wid. you came I thinke from France Hel. I did so Wid. Heere you shall see a Countriman of yours That has done worthy seruice Hel. His name I pray you Dia. The Count Rossillion know you such a one Hel. But by the eare that heares most nobly of him His face I know not Dia. What somere he is He 's brauely taken heere He stole from France As 't is reported for the King had married him Against his liking Thinke you it is so Hel. I surely meere the truth I know his Lady Dia. There is a Gentleman that serues the Count Reports but coursely of her Hel. What 's his name Dia. Monsieur Parrolles Hel. Oh I beleeue with him In argument of praise or to the worth Of the great Count himselfe she is too meane To haue her name repeated all her deseruing Is a reserued honestie and that I haue not heard examin'd Dian. Alas poore Ladie 'T is a hard bondage to become the wife Of a detesting Lord. Wid. I write good creature wheresoere she is Her hart waighes sadly this yong maid might do her A shrewd turne if she pleas'd Hel. How do you meane May be the amorous Count solicites her In the vnlawfull purpose Wid. He does indeede And brokes with all that can in such a suite Corrupt the tender honour of a Maide But she is arm'd for him and keepes her guard In honestest defence Drumme and Colours Enter Count Rossillion Parrolles and the whole Armie Mar. The goddes forbid else Wid. So now they come That is Anthonio the Dukes eldest sonne That Escalus Hel. Which is the Frenchman Dia. Hee That with the plume 't is a most gallant fellow I would he lou'd his wife if he were honester He were much goodlier Is' t not a handsom Gentleman Hel. I like him well Di. 'T is pitty he is not honest yond 's that same knaue That leades him to these places were I his Ladie I would poison that vile Rascall Hel. Which is he Dia. That Iacke an-apes with scarfes Why is hee melancholly Hel. Perchance heâ—s hurt i' th battaile Par. Loose our drum Well Mar. He 's shrewdly vext at something Looke he has spyed vs. Wid. Marrie hang you Mar. And your curtesie for a ring-carrier Exit Wid. The troope is past Come pilgrim I wil bring you Where you shall host Of inioyn'd penitents There 's foure or fiue to great S. Iaques bound Alreadie at my house Hel. I humbly thanke you Please it this Matron and this gentle Maide To eate with vs to night the charge and thanking Shall be for me and to requite you further I will bestow some precepts of this Virgin Worthy the note Both. Wee 'l take your offer kindly Exeunt Enter Count Rossillion and the Frenchmen as at first Cap. E. Nay good my Lord put him too 't let him haue his way Cap. G. If your Lordshippe finde him not a Hilding hold me no more in your respect Cap. E. On my life my Lord a bubble Ber. Do you thinke I am so farre Deceiued in him Cap. E. Beleeue it my Lord in mine owne direct knowledge without any malice but to speake of him as my kinsman hee 's a most notable Coward an infinite and endlesse Lyar an hourely promise-breaker the owner of no one good qualitie worthy your Lordships entertainment Cap. G. It were fit you knew him least reposing too farre in his vertue which he hath not he might at some great and trustie businesse in a maine daunger fayle you Ber. I would I knew in what particular action to try him Cap. G. None better then to let him fetch off his drumme which you heare him so confidently vndertake to do C.E. I with a troop of Florentines wil sodainly surprize him such I will haue whom I am sure he knowes not from the enemie wee will binde and hoodwinke him so that he shall suppose no other but that he is carried into the Leager of the aduersaries when we bring him to our owne tents be but your Lordship present at his examination if he do not for the promise of his life and in the highest compulsion of base feare offer to betray you and deliuer all the intelligence in his power against you and that with the diuine forfeite of his soule vpon oath neuer trust my iudgement in anie thing Cap. G. O for the loue of laughter let him fetch his drumme he sayes he has a stratagem for 't when your Lordship sees the bottome of this successe in 't and to what mettle this counterfeyt lump of ours will be melted if you giue him not Iohn drummes entertainement your inclining cannot be remoued Heere he comes Enter Parrolles Cap. E. O for the loue of laughter hinder not the honor of his designe let him fetch off his drumme in any hand Ber. How now Monsieur This drumme sticks sorely in your disposition Cap. G. A pox on 't let it go 't is but a drumme Par. But a drumme Ist but a drumme A drum so lost There was excellent command to charge in with our horse vpon our owne wings and to rend our owne souldiers Cap. G. That was not to be blam'd in the command of the seruice it was a disaster of warre that Caesar him selfe could not haue preuented if he had beene there to command Ber. Well wee cannot greatly condemne our successe some dishonor wee had in the losse of that drum but it is not to be recouered Par. It might haue beene recouered Ber. It might but it is not now Par. It is to be recouered but that the merit of seruice is sildome attributed to the true and exact performer I would haue that drumme or another or hic iacet Ber. Why if you haue a stomacke too 't Monsieur if you thinke your mysterie in stratagem can bring this instrument of honour againe into his natiue quarter be magnanimious in the enterprize and go on I wil grace the attempt for a worthy exploit if you speede well in it the Duke shall both speake of it and extend to you what further becomes his greatnesse euen to the vtmost syllable of your worthinesse Par. By the hand of a souldier I will vndertake it Ber. But you must not now slumber in it Par. I le about it this euening and I will presently pen downe my dilemma's encourage my selfe in my certaintie put my selfe
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
There Will. This will I also weare in my Cap if euer thou come to me and say after to morrow This is my Gloue by this Hand I will take thee a box on the eare King If euer I liue to see it I will challenge it Will. Thou dar'st as well be hang'd King Well I will doe it though I take thee in the Kings companie Will. Keepe thy word fare thee well Bates Be friends you English fooles be friends wee haue French Quarrels enow if you could tell how to reckon Exit Souldiers King Indeede the French may lay twentie French Crownes to one they will beat vs for they beare them on their shoulders but it is no English Treason to cut French Crownes and to morrow the King himselfe will be a Clipper Vpon the King let vs our Liues our Soules Our Debts our carefull Wiues Our Children and our Sinnes lay on the King We must beare all O hard Condition Twin-borne with Greatnesse Subiect to the breath of euery foole whose sence No more can feele but his owne wringing What infinite hearts-ease must Kings neglect That priuate men enioy And what haue Kings that Priuates haue not too Saue Ceremonie saue generall Ceremonie And what art thou thou Idoll Ceremonie What kind of God art thou that suffer'st more Of mortall griefes then doe thy worshippers What are thy Rents what are thy Commings in O Ceremonie shew me but thy worth What is thy Soule of Odoration Art thou ought else but Place Degree and Forme Creating awe and feare in other men Wherein thou art lesse happy being fear'd Then they in fearing What drink'st thou oft in stead of Homage sweet But poyson'd flatterie O be sick great Greatnesse And bid thy Ceremonie giue thee cure Thinks thou the fierie Feuer will goe out With Titles blowne from Adulation Will it giue place to flexure and low bending Canst thou when thou command'st the beggers knee Command the health of it No thou prowd Dreame That play'st so subtilly with a Kings Repose I am a King that find thee and I know 'T is not the Balme the Scepter and the Ball The Sword the Mase the Crowne Imperiall The enter-tissued Robe of Gold and Pearle The farsed Title running 'fore the King The Throne he sits on nor the Tyde of Pompe That beates vpon the high shore of this World No not all these thrice-gorgeous Ceremonie Not all these lay'd in Bed Maiesticall Can sleepe so soundly as the wretched Slaue Who with a body fill'd and vacant mind Gets him to rest cram'd with distressefull bread Neuer sees horride Night the Child of Hell But like a Lacquey from the Rise to Set Sweates in the eye of Phebus and all Night Sleepes in Elizium next day after dawne Doth rise and helpe Hiperio to his Horse And followes so the euer-running yeere With profitable labour to his Graue And but for Ceremonie such a Wretch Winding vp Dayes with toyle and Nights with sleepe Had the fore-hand and vantage of a King The Slaue a Member of the Countreyes peace Enioyes it but in grosse braine little wots What watch the King keepes to maintaine the peace Whose howres the Pesant best aduantages Enter Erpingham Erp. My Lord your Nobles iealous of your absence Seeke through your Campe to find you King Good old Knight collect them all together At my Tent I le be before thee Erp. I shall doo 't my Lord. Exit King O God of Battailes steele my Souldiers hearts Possesse them not with feare Take from them now The sence of reckning of th' opposed numbers Pluck their hearts from them Not to day O Lord O not to day thinke not vpon the fault My Father made in compassing the Crowne I Richards body haue interred new And on it haue bestowed more contrite teares Then from it issued forced drops of blood Fiue hundred poore I haue in yeerely pay Who twice a day their wither'd hands hold vp Toward Heauen to pardon blood And I haue built two Chauntries Where the sad and solemne Priests sing still For Richards Soule More-will I doe Though all that I can doe is nothing worth Since that my Penitence comes after all Imploring pardon Enter Gloucester Glouc. My Liege King My Brother Gloucesters voyce I I know thy errand I will goe with thee The day my friend and all things stay for me Exeunt Enter the Dolphin Orleance Ramburs and Beaumont Orleance The Sunne doth gild our Armour vp my Lords Dolph Monte Cheual My Horse Verlot Lacquay Ha. Orleance Oh braue Spirit Dolph Viales swes terre Orleance Rien puis le air fâ— Dolph Coin Cousin Orleance Enter Constable Now my Lord Constable Const Hearke how our Steedes for present Seruice neigh. Dolph Mount them and make incision in their Hides That their hot blood may spin in English eyes And doubt them with superfluous courage ha Ram. What wil you haue them weep our Horses blood How shall we then behold their naturall teares Enter Messenger Messeng The English are embattail'd you French Peeres Const To Horse you gallant Princes straight to Horse Doe but behold yond poore and starued Band And your faire shew shall suck away their Soules Leauing them but the shales and huskes of men There is not worke enough for all our hands Scarce blood enough in all their sickly Veines To giue each naked Curtleax a stayne That our French Gallantâ— shall to day draw out And sheath for lack of sport Let vs but blow on them The vapour of our Valour will o're-turne them 'T is positiue against all exceptions Lords That our superfluous Lacquies and our Pesants Who in vnnecessarie action swarme About our Squares of Battaile were enow To purge this field of such a hilding Foe Though we vpon this Mountaines Basis by Tooke stand for idle speculation But that our Honours must not What 's to say A very little little let vs doe And all is done then let the Trumpets sound The Tucket Sonnance and the Note to mount For our approach shall so much dare the field That England shall couch downe in feare and yeeld Enter Graundpree Grandpree Why do you stay so long my Lords of France Yond Iland Carrions desperate of their bones Ill-fauoredly become the Morning field Their ragged Curtaines poorely are let loose And our Ayre shakes them passing scornefully Bigge Mars seemes banqu'rout in their begger'd Hoast And faintly through a rustie Beuer peepes The Horsemen sit like fixed Candlesticks With Torch-staues in their hand and their poore Iades Lob downe their heads dropping the hides and hips The gumme downe roping from their pale-dead eyes And in their pale dull mouthes the Iymold Bitt Lyes foule with chaw'd-grasse still and motionlesse And their executors the knauish Crowes Flye o're them all impatient for their howre Description cannot sute it selfe in words To demonstrate the Life of such a Battaile In life so liuelesse as it shewes it selfe Const They haue said their prayers And they â—ay for death Dolph Shall we goe send them Dinners
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
they cry though you forbid That they will guard you where you will or no From such fell Serpents as false Suffolke is With whose inuenomed and fatall sting Your louing Vnckle twentie times his worth They say is shamefully bereft of life Commons within An answer from the King my Lord of Salisbury Suff. 'T is like the Commons rude vnpolisht Hindes Could send such Message to their Soueraigne But you my Lord were glad to be imploy'd To shew how queint an Orator you are But all the Honor Salisbury hath wonne Is that he was the Lord Embassador Sent from a sort of Tinkers to the King Within An answer from the King or wee will all breake in King Goe Salisbury and tell them all from me I thanke them for their tender louing care And had I not beene cited so by them Yet did I purpose as they doe entreat For sure my thoughts doe hourely prophecie Mischance vnto my State by Suffolkes meanes And therefore by his Maiestie I sweare Whose farre-vnworthie Deputie I am He shall not breathe infection in this ayre But three dayes longer on the paine of death Qu. Oh Henry let me pleade for gentle Suffolke King Vngentle Queene to call him gentle Suffolke No more I sayâ— if thou do'st pleade for him Thou wilt but adde encrease vnto my Wrath. Had I but sayd I would haue kept my Word But when I sweare it is irreuocable If after three dayes space thou here bee'st found On any ground that I am Ruler of The World shall not be Ransome for thy Life Come Warwicke come good Warwicke goe with mee I haue great matters to impart to thee Exit Qu. Mischance and Sorrow goe along with you Hearts Discontent and sowre Affliction Be play-fellowes to keepe you companie There 's two of you the Deuill make a third And three-fold Vengeance tend vpon your steps Suff. Cease gentle Queene these Execrations And let thy Suffolke take his heauie leaue Queen Fye Coward woman and soft harâ—ed wretch Hast thou not spirit to curse thine enemy Suf. A plague vpon them wherefore should I cursse them Would curses kill as doth the Mandrakes grone I would inuent as bitter searching termes As curst as harsh and horrible to heare Deliuer'd strongly through my fixed teeth With full as many fignes of deadly hate As leane-fac'd enuy in her loathsome caue My tongue should stumble in mine earnest words Mine eyes should sparkle like the beaten Flint Mine haire be fixt an end as one distract I euery ioynt should seeme to curse and ban And euen now my burthen'd heart would breake Should I not curse them Poyson be their drinke Gall worse then Gall the daintiest that they taste Their sweetest shade a groue of Cypresse Trees Their cheefest Prospect murd'ring Basiliskes Their softest Touch as smart as Lyzards stings Their Musicke frightfull as the Serpents hisse And boading Screech-Owles make the Consort full All the foule terrors in darke seated hell Q. Enough sweet Suffolke thou torment'st thy selfe And these dread curses like the Sunne ' gainst glasse Or like an ouer-charged Gun recoile And turnes the force of them vpon thy selfe Suf. You bad me ban and will you bid me leaue Now by the ground that I am banish'd from Well could I curse away a Winters night Though standing naked on a Mountaine top Where byting cold would neuer let grasse grow And thinke it but a minute spent in sport Qu. Oh let me intreat thee cease giue me thy hand That I may dew it with my mournfull teaâ—es Nor let the raine of heauen wet this place To wash away my wofull Monuments Oh could this kisse be printed in thy hand That thou might'st thinke vpon these by the Seale Through whom a thousand sighes are breath'd for thee So get thee gone that I may know my greefe 'T is but surmiz'd whiles thou art standing by As one that surfets thinking on a want I will repeale thee or be well assur'd Aduenture to be banished my selfe And banished I am if but from thee Go speake not to me euen now be gone Oh go not yet Euen thus two Friends condemn'd Embrace and kisse and take ten thousand leaues Loather a hundred times to part then dye Yet now farewell and farewell Life with thee Suf. Thus is poore Suffolke ten times banished Once by the King and three times thrice by thee 'T is not the Land I care for wer 't thou thence A Wildernesse is populous enough So Suffolke had thy heauenly company For where thou art there is the World it selfe With euery seuerall pleasure in the World And where thou art not Desolation I can no more Liue thou to ioy thy life My selfe no ioy in nought but that thou liu'st Enter Vaux Queene Whether goes Vaux so fast What newes I prethee Vaux To signifie vnto his Maiesty That Cardinall Beauford is at point of death For sodainly a greeuous sicknesse tooke him That makes him gaspe and stare and catch the aire Blaspheming God and cursing men on earth Sometime he talkes as if Duke Humfries Ghost Were by his side Sometime he calles the King And whispers to his pillow as to him The secrets of his ouer-charged soule And I am sent to tell his Maiestie That euen now he cries alowd for him Qu. Go tell this heauy Message to the King Exit Aye me What is this World What newes are these But wherefore greeue I at an houres poore losse Omitting Suffolkes exile my soules Treasure Why onely Suffolke mourne I not for thee And with the Southerne clouds contend in teares Theirs for the earths encrease mine for my sorrowes Now get thee hence the King thou know'st is comming If thou be found by me thou art but dead Suf. If I depart from thee I cannot liue And in thy sight to dye what were it else But like a pleasant slumber in thy lap Heere could I breath my soule into the ayre As milde and gentle as the Cradle-babe Dying with mothers dugge betweene it's lips Where from thy sight I should be raging mad And cry out for thee to close vp mine eyes To haue thee with thy lippes to stop my mouth So should'st thou eyther turne my flying soule Or I should breathe it so into thy body And then it liu'd in sweete Elizium To dye by thee were but to dye in iest From thee to dye were torture more then death Oh let me stay befall what may befall Queen Away Though parting be a fretfull corosiue Ir is applyed to a deathfull wound To France sweet Suffolke Let me heare from thee For wheresoere thou art in this worlds Globe I le haue an Iris that shall finde thee out Suf. I go Qu. And take my heart with thee Suf. A Iewell lockt into the wofulst Caske That euer did containe a thing of worth Euen as a splitted Barke so sunder we This way fall I to death Qu. This way for me Exeunt Enter the King Salisbury and Warwicke to the Cardinal in bed King How fare's my Lord Speake
Songs of Death He striketh him There take thou that till thou bring better newes Mess The newes I haue to tell your Maiestie Is that by sudden Floods and fall of Waters Buckinghams Armie is dispers'd and scatter'd And he himselfe wandred away alone No man knowes whither Rich. I cry thee mercie There is my Purse to cure that Blow of thine Hath any well-aduised friend proclaym'd Reward to him that brings the Traytor in Mess Such Proclamation hath been made my Lord. Enter another Messenger Mess Sir Thomas Louell and Lord Marquesse Dorset 'T is said my Liege in Yorkeshire are in Armes But this good comfort bring I to your Highnesse The Brittaine Nauie is dispers'd by Tempest Richmond in Dorsetshire sent out a Boat Vnto the shore to aske those on the Banks If they were his Assistants yea or no Who answer'd him they came from Buckingham Vpon his partie he mistrusting them Hoys'd sayle and made his course againe for Brittaine Rich. March on march on since we are vp in Armes If not to fight with forraine Enemies Yet to beat downe these Rebels here at home Enter Catesby Cat. My Liege the Duke of Buckingham is taken That is the best newes that the Earle of Richmond Is with a mighty power Landed at Milford Is colder Newes but yet they must be told Rich. Away towards Salsbury while we reason here A Royall batteil might be wonne and lost Some one take order Buckingham be brought To Salsbury the rest march on with me Florish Exeunt Scena Quarta Enter Derby and Sir Christopher Der. Sir Christopher tell Richmond this from me That in the stye of the most deadly Bore My Sonne George Stanley is frankt vp in hold If I reuolt off goes yong Georges head The feare of that holds off my present ayde So get thee gone commend me to thy Lord. Withall say that the Queene hath heartily consented He should espouse Elizabeth hir daughter But tell me where is Princely Richmond now Chri. At Penbroke or at Hertford West in Wales Der. What men of Name resort to him Chri Sir Walter Herbert a renowned Souldier Sir Gilbert Talbot Sir William Stanley Oxford redoubted Pembroke Sir Iames Blunt And Rice ap Thomas with a valiant Crew And many other of great name and worth And towards London do they bend their power If by the way they be not fought withall Der. Well hye thee to thy Lord I kisse his hand My Letter will resolue him of my minde Farewell Exeunt Actus Quintus Scena Prima Enter Buckingham with Halberds led to Execution Buc. Will not King Richard let me speake with him Sher. No my good Lord therefore be patient Buc. Hastings and Edwards children Gray Riuers Holy King Henry and thy faire Sonne Edward Vaughan and all that haue miscarried By vnder-hand corrupted foule iniustice If that your moody discontented soules Do through the clowds behold this present houre Euen for reuenge mocke my destruction This is All-soules day Fellow is it not Sher. It is Buc. Why then Al-soules day is my bodies doomsday This is the day which in King Edwards time I wish'd might fall on me when I was found False to his Children and his Wiues Allies This is the day wherein I wisht to fall By the false Faith of him whom most I trusted This this All-soules day to my fearfull Soule Is the determin'd respit of my wrongs That high All-seer which I dallied with Hath turn'd my fained Prayer on my head And giuen in earnest what I begg'd in iest Thus doth he force the swords of wicked men To turne their owne points in their Masters bosomes Thus Margarets curse falles heauy on my necke When he quoth she shall split thy heart with sorrow Remember Margaret was a Prophetesse Come leade me Officers to the blocke of shame Wrong hath but wrong and blame the due of blame Exeunt Buckingham with Officers Scena Secunda Enter Richmond Oxford Blunt Herbert and others with drum and colours Richm Fellowes in Armes and my most louing Frends Bruis'd vnderneath the yoake of Tyranny Thus farre into the bowels of the Land Haue we marcht on without impediment And heere receiue we from our Father Stanley Lines of faire comfort and encouragement The wretched bloody and vsurping Boare That spoyl'd your Summer Fields and fruitfull Vines Swilles your warm blood like wash makes his trough In your embowel'd bosomes This foule Swine Is now euen in the Centry of this Isle Ne're to the Towne of Leicester as we learne From Tamworth thither is but one dayes march In Gods name cheerely on couragious Friends To reape the Haruest of perpetuall peace By this one bloody tryall of sharpe Warre Oxf. Euery mans Conscience is a thousand men To sight against this guilty Homicide Her I doubt not but his Friends will turne to vs. Blunt He hath no friends but what are friends for fear Which in his deerest neede will flye from him Richm. All for our vantage then in Gods name march True Hope is swift and flyes with Swallowes wings Kings it makes Gods and meaner creatures Kings Exeunt Omnes Enter King Richard in Armes with Norfolke Ratcliffe and the Earle of Surrey Rich. Here pitch our Tent euen here in Bosworth field My Lord of Surrey why looke you so sad Sur. My heart is ten times lighter then my lookes Rich. My Lord of Norfolke Nor. Heere most gracious Liege Rich. Norfolke we must haue knockes Ha must we not Nor. We must both giue and take my louing Lord. Rich. Vp with my Tent heere wil I lye to night But where to morrow Well all 's one for that Who hath descried the number of the Traitors Nor. Six or seuen thousand is their vtmost power Rich. Why our Battalia trebbles that account Besides the Kings name is a Tower of strength Which they vpon the aduerse Faction want Vp with the Tent Come Noble Gentlemen Let vs suruey the vantage of the ground Call for some men of found direction Let 's lacke no Discipline make no delay For Lords to morrow is a busie day Exeunt Enter Richmond Sir William Brandon Oxford and Dorset Richm. The weary Sunne hath made a Golden set And by the bright Tract of his fiery Carre Giues token of a goodly day to morrow Sir William Brandon you shall beare my Standard Giue me some Inke and Paper in my Tent I le draw the Forme and Modell of our Battaile Limit each Leader to his seuerall Charge And part in iust proportion our small Power My Lord of Oxford you Sir William Brandon And your Sir Walter Herbert stay with me The Earle of Pembroke keepes his Regiment Good Captaine Blunt beare my goodnight to him And by the second houre in the Morning Desire the Earle to see me in my Tent Yet one thing more good Captaine do for me Where is Lord Stanley quarter'd do you know Blunt Vnlesse I haue mistane his Colours much Which well I am assur'd I haue not done His Regiment lies halfe a
Sir I desire of you A Conduct ouer Land to Milford-Hauen Madam all ioy befall your Grace and you Cym. My Lords you are appointed for that Office The due of Honor in no point omit So farewell Noble Lucius Luc. Your hand my Lord. Clot. Receiue it friendly but from this time forth I weare it as your Enemy Luc. Sir the Euent Is yet to name the winner Fare you well Cym. Leaue not the worthy Lucius good my Lords Till he haue crost the Seuern Happines Exit Lucius c Qu. He goes hence frowning but it honours vs That we haue giuen him cause Clot. 'T is all the better Your valiant Britaines haue their wishes in it Cym. Lucius hath wrote already to the Emperor How it goes heere It fits vs therefore ripely Our Chariots and our Horsemen be in readinesse The Powres that he already hath in Gallia Will soone be drawne to head from whence he moues His warre for Britaine Qu. 'T is not sleepy businesse But must be look'd too speedily and strongly Cym. Our expectation that it would be thus Hath made vs forward But my gentle Queene Where is our Daughter She hath not appear'd Before the Roman nor to vs hath tender'd The duty of the day She looke vs like A thing more made of malice then of duty We haue noted it Call her before vs for We haue beene too slight in sufferance Qu. Royall Sir Since the exile of Posthumus most retyr'd Hath her life bin the Cure whereof my Lord. 'T is time must do Beseech your Maiesty Forbeare sharpe speeches to her Shee 's a Lady So tender of rebukes that words are stroke And strokes death to her Enter a Messenger Cym. Where is she Sir How Can her contempt be answer'd Mes Please you Sir Her Chambers are all lock'd and there 's no answer That will be giuen to ' th' lowd of noise we make Qu. My Lord when last I went to visit her She pray'd me to excuse her keeping close Whereto constrain'd by her infirmitie She should that dutie leaue vnpaide to you Which dayly she was bound to proffer this She wish'd me to make knowne but our great Court Made me too blame in memory Cym. Her doores lock'd Not seene of late Grant Heauens that which I Feare proue false Exit Qu. Sonne I say follow the King Clot. That man of hers Pisanio her old Seruant I haue not seene these two dayes Exit Qu. Go looke after Pisanio thou that stand'st so for Posthumus He hath a Drugge of mine I pray his absence Proceed by swallowing that For he beleeues It is a thing most precious But for her Where is she gone Haply dispaire hath seiz'd her Or wing'd with feruour of her loue she 's flowne To her desir'd Posthumus gone she is To death or to dishonor and my end Can make good vse of either Shee being downe I haue the placing of the Brittish Crowne Enter Cloten How now my Sonne Clot. 'T is certaine she is fled Go in and cheere the King he rages none Dare come about him Qu. All the better may This night fore-stall him of the comming day Exit Qu. Clo. I loue and hate her for she 's Faire and Royall And that she hath all courtly parts more exquisite Then Lady Ladies Woman from euery one The best she hath and she of all compounded Out-selles them all I loue her therefore but Disdaining me and throwing Fauours on The low Posthumus slanders so her iudgement That what 's else rare is choak'd and in that point I will conclude to hate her nay indeede To be reueng'd vpon her For when Fooles shall Enter Pisanio Who is heere What are you packing sirrah Come hither Ah you precious Pandar Villaine Where is thy Lady In a word or else Thou art straightway with the Fiends Pis Oh good my Lord. Clo. Where is thy Lady Or by Iupiter I will not aske againe Close Villaine I le haue this Secret from thy heart or rip Thy heart to finde it Is she with Posthumus From whose so many waights of basenesse cannot A dram of worth be drawne Pis Alas my Lord How can she be with him When was she miss'd He is in Rome Clot. Where is she Sir Come neerer No farther halting satisfie me home What is become of her Pis Oh my all-worthy Lord. Clo. All-worthy Villaine Discouer where thy Mistris is at once At the next word no more of worthy Lord Speake or thy silence on the instant is Thy condemnation and thy death Pis Then Sir This Paper is the historie of my knowledge Touching her flight Clo. Let 's see 't I will pursue her Euen to Augustus Throne Pis Or this or perish She 's farre enough and what he learnes by this May proue his trauell not her danger Clo. Humh Pis I le write to my Lord she 's dead Oh Imogen Safe mayst thou wander safe returne agen Clot. Sirra is this Letter true Pis Sir as I thinke Clot. It is Posthumus hand I know 't Sirrah if thou would'st not be a Villain but do me true seruice vndergo those Imployments wherin I should haue cause to vse thee with a serious industry that is what villainy soere I bid thee do to performe it directly and truely I would thinke thee an honest man thou should'st neither want my meanes for thy releefe nor my voyce for thy preferment Pis Well my good Lord. Clot. Wilt thou serue mee For since patiently and constantly thou hast stucke to the bare Fortune of that Begger Posthumus thou canst not in the course of gratitude but be a diligent follower of mine Wilt thou serue mee Pis Sir I will Clo. Giue mee thy hand heere 's my purse Hast any of thy late Masters Garments in thy possession Pisan I haue my Lord at my Lodging the same Suite he wore when he tooke leaue of my Ladie Mistresse Clo. The first seruice thou dost mee fetch that Suite hither let it be thy first seruice go Pis I shall my Lord. Exit Clo. Meet thee at Milford-Hauen I forgot to aske him one thing I le remember 't anon euen there thou villaine Posthumus will I kill thee I would these Garments were come She saide vpon a time the bitternesse of it I now belch from my heart that shee held the very Garment of Posthumus in more respect then my Noble and naturall person together with the adornement of my Qualities With that Suite vpon my backe wil I rauish her first kill him and in her eyes there shall she see my valour which wil then be a torment to hir contempt He on the ground my speech of insulment ended on his dead bodie and when my Lust hath dined which as I say to vex her I will execute in the Cloathes that she so prais'd to the Court I le knock her backe foot her home againe She hath despis'd mee reioycingly and I le bee merry in my Reuenge Enter Pisanio Be those the Garments Pis I my Noble Lord. Clo. How long is' t since