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 gentlemeÌ 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 theÌ much coÌmended 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
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
That before you and next vnto high heauen I loue your Sonne My friends were poore but honest so 's my loue Be not offended for it hurts not him That he is lou'd of me I follow him not By any token of presumptuous suite Nor would I haue him till I doe deserue him Yet neuer know how that desert should be I know I loue in vaine striue against hope Yet in this captious and intemible Siue I still poure in the waters of my loue And lacke not to loose still thus Indian like Religious in mine error I adore The Sunne that lookes vpon his worshipper But knowes of him no more My deerest Madam Let not your hate incounter with my loue For louing where you doe but if your selfe Whose aged honor cites a vertuous youth Did euer in so true a flame of liking Wish chastly and loue dearely that your Dian Was both her selfe and loue O then giue pittie To her whose state is such that cannot choose But lend and giue where she is sure to loose That seekes not to finde that her search implies But riddle like liues sweetely where she dies Cou. Had you not lately an intent speake truely To goe to Paris Hell Madam I had Cou. Wherefore tell true Hell I will tell truth by grace it selfe I sweare You know my Father left me some prescriptions Of rare and prou'd effects such as his reading And manifest experience had collected For generall soueraigntie and that he wil'd me In heedefull'st reseruation to bestow them As notes whose faculties inclusiue were More then they were in note Amongst the rest There is a remedie approu'd set downe To cure the desperate languishings whereof The King is render'd lost Cou. This was your motiue for Paris was it speake Hell My Lord your sonne made me to think of this Else Paris and the medicine and the King Had from the conuersation of my thoughts Happily beene absent then Cou. But thinke you Hellen If you should tender your supposed aide He would receiue it He and his Phisitions Are of a minde he that they cannot helpe him They that they cannot helpe how shall they credit A poore vnlearned Virgin when the Schooles Embowel'd of their doctrine haue left off The danger to it selfe Hell There 's something in 't More then my Fathers skill which was the great'st Of his profession that his good receipt Shall for my legacie be sanctified By th' luckiest stars in heauen and would your honor But giue me leaue to trie successe I 'de venture The well lost life of mine on his Graces cure By such a day an houre Cou. Doo'st thou beleeue 't Hell I Madam knowingly Cou. Why Hellen thou shalt haue my leaue and loue Meanes and attendants and my louing greetings To those of mine in Court I le staie at home And praie Gods blessing into thy attempt Begon to morrow and be sure of this What I can helpe thee to thou shalt not misse Exeunt Actus Secundus Enter the King with diuers yong Lords taking leaue for the Florentine warre Count Rosse and Parrolles Florish Cornets King Farewell yong Lords these warlike principles Doe not throw from you and you my Lords farewell Share the aduice betwixt you if both gaine all The guift doth stretch it selfe as 't is receiu'd And is enough for both Lord. G. 'T is our hope sir After well entred souldiers to returne And finde your grace in health King No no it cannot be and yet my heart Will not confesse he owes the mallady That doth my life besiege farwell yong Lords Whether I liue or die be you the sonnes Of worthy French men let higher Italy Those bated that inherit but the fall Of the last Monarchy see that you come Not to wooe honour but to wed it when The brauest questant shrinkes finde what you seeke That fame may cry you loud I say farewell L.G. Health at your bidding serue your Maiesty King Those girles of Italy take heed of them They say our French lacke language to deny If they demand beware of being Captiues Before you serue Bo. Our hearts receiue your warnings King Farewell come hether to me 1. Lo. G. Oh my sweet Lord y t you wil stay behind vs. Parr 'T is not his fault the spark 2. Lo. E. Oh 't is braue warres Parr Most admirable I haue seene those warres Rossill I am commanded here and kept a coyle with Too young and the next yeere and 't is too early Parr And thy minde stand too 't boy Steale away brauely Rossill I shal stay here the for-horse to a smocke Creeking my shooes on the plaine Masonry Till honour be bought vp and no sword worne But one to dance with by heauen I le steale away 1. Lo. G. There 's honour in the theft Parr Commit it Count. 2. Lo. E. I am your accessary and so farewell Ros I grow to you our parting is a tortur'd body 1. Lo. G. Farewll Captaine 2. Lo. E. Sweet Mounsier Parolles Parr Noble Heroes my sword and yours are kinne good sparkes and lustrous a word good mettals You shall finde in the Regiment of the Spinij one Captaine Spurio his sicatrice with an Embleme of warre heere on his sinister cheeke it was this very sword entrench'd it say to him I liue and obserue his reports for me Lo. G. We shall noble Captaine Parr Mars doate on you for his nouices what will ye doe Ross Stay the King Parr Vse a more spacious ceremonie to the Noble Lords you haue restrain'd your selfe within the List of too cold an adieu be more expressiue to them for they weare themselues in the cap of the time there do muster true gate eat speake and moue vnder the influence of the most receiu'd starre and though the deuill leade the measure such are to be followed after them and take a more dilated farewell Ross And I will doe so Parr Worthy fellowes and like to prooue most sinewie sword-men Exeunt Enter Lafew L. Laf. Pardon my Lord for mee and for my tidings King I le see thee to stand vp L. Laf. Then here 's a man stands that has brought his pardon I would you had kneel'd my Lord to aske me mercy And that at my bidding you could so stand vp King I would I had so I had broke thy pate And askt thee mercy for 't Laf. Good faith a-crosse but my good Lord 't is thus Will you be cur'd of your infirmitie King No. Laf. O will you eat no grapes my royall foxe Yes but you will my noble grapes and if My royall foxe could reach them I haue seen a medicine That 's able to breath life into a stone Quicken a rocke and make you dance Canari With sprightly fire and motion whose simple touch Is powerfull to arayse King Pippen nay To giue great Charlemaine a pen in 's hand And write to her a loue-line King What her is this Laf. Why doctor she my Lord there 's one arriu'd If you will see her now by
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 heâs 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
Ghost He speakes with such a proud commanding spirit For Gods sake let him haue him to keepe them here They would but stinke and putrifie the ayre Char. Go take their bodies hence Lucy I le beare them hence but from their ashes shal be reard A Phoenix that shall make all France affear'd Char. So we be rid of them do with him what y u wilt And now to Paris in this conquering vaine All will be ours now bloody Talbots slaine Exit Scena secunda SENNET Enter King Glocester and Exeter King Haue you perus'd the Letters from the Pope The Emperor and the Earle of Arminack Glo. I haue my Lord and their intent is this They humbly sue vnto your Excellence To haue a godly peace concluded of Betweene the Realmes of England and of France King How doth your Grace affect their motion Glo. Well my good Lord and as the only meanes To stop effusion of our Christian blood And stablish quietnesse on euery side King I marry Vnckle for I alwayes thought It was both impious and vnnaturall That such immanity and bloody strife Should reigne among Professors of one Faith Glo. Beside my Lord the sooner to effect And surer binde this knot of amitie The Earle of Arminacke neere knit to Charles A man of great Authoritie in France Proffers his onely daughter to your Grace In marriage with a large and sumptuous Dowrie King Marriage Vnckle Alas my yeares are yong And fitter is my studie and my Bookes Than wanton dalliance with a Paramour Yet call th' Embassadors and as you please So let them haue their answeres euery one I shall be well content with any choyce Tends to Gods glory and my Countries weale Enter Winchester and three Ambassadors Exet. What is my Lord of Winchester install'd And call'd vnto a Cardinalls degree Then I perceiue that will be verified Henry the Fift did sometime prophesie If once he come to be a Cardinall Hee 'l make his cap coequall with the Crowne King My Lords Ambassadors your seuerall suites Haue bin consider'd and debated on Your purpose is both good and reasonable And therefore are we certainly resolu'd To draw conditions of a friendly peace Which by my Lord of Winchester we meane Shall be transported presently to France Glo. And for the proffer of my Lord your Master I haue inform'd his Highnesse so at large As liking of the Ladies vertuous gifts Her Beauty and the valew of her Dower He doth intend she shall be Englands Queene King In argument and proofe of which contract Beare her this Iewell pledge of my affection And so my Lord Protector see them guarded And safely brought to Douer wherein ship'd Commit them to the fortune of the sea Exeunt Win. Stay my Lord Legate you shall first receiue The summe of money which I promised Should be deliuered to his Holinesse For cloathing me in these graue Ornaments Legat. I will attend vpon your Lordships leysure Win. Now Winchester will not submit I trow Or be inferiour to the proudest Peere Humfrey of Gloster thou shalt well perceiue That neither in birth or for authoritie The Bishop will be ouer-borne by thee I le either make thee stoope and bend thy knee Or sacke this Country with a mutiny Exeunt Scoena Tertia Enter Charles Burgundy Alanson Bastard Reignier and Ione Char. These newes my Lords may cheere our drooping spirits 'T is said the stout Parisians do reuolt And turne againe vnto the warlike French Alan Then march to Paris Royall Charles of France And keepe not backe your powers in dalliance Pucel Peace be amongst them if they turne to vs Else ruine combate with their Pallaces Enter Scout Scout Successe vnto our valiant Generall And happinesse to his accomplices Char. What tidings send our Scouts I prethee speak Scout The English Army that diuided was Into two parties is now conioyn'd in one And meanes to giue you battell presently Char. Somewhat too sodaine Sirs the warning is But we will presently prouide for them Bur. I trust the Ghost of Talbot is not there Now he is gone my Lord you neede not feare Pucel Of all base passions Feare is most accurst Command the Conquest Charles it shall be thine Let Henry fret and all the world repine Char. Then on my Lords and France be fortunate Exeunt Alarum Excursions Enter Ione de Pucell Puc The Regent conquers and the Frenchmen flye Now helpe ye charming Spelles and Periapts And ye choise spirits that admonish me And giue me signes of future accidents Thunder You speedy helpers that are substitutes Vnder the Lordly Monarch of the North Appeare and ayde me in this enterprize Enter Fiends This speedy and quicke appearance argues proofe Of your accustom'd diligence to me Now ye Familiar Spirits that are cull'd Out of the powerfull Regions vnder earth Helpe me this once that France may get the field They walke and speake not Oh hold me not with silenee ouer-long Where I was wont to feed you with my blood I le lopâ member off and giue it you In earnest of a further benefit So you do condiscend to helpe me now They hang their heads No hope to haue redresse My body shall Pay recompence if you will graunt my suite They shake their heads Cannot my body nor blood-sacrifice Intreate you to your wonted furtherance Then take my soule my body soule and all Before that England giue the French the foyle They depart See they forsake me Now the time is come That France must vale her lofty plumed Crest And let her head fall into Englands lappe My ancient Incantations are too weake And hell too strong for me to buckle with Now France thy glory droopcth to the dust Exit Excursions Burgundie and Yorke fight hand to hand French flye Yorke Damsell of France I thinke I haue you fast Vnchaine your spirits now with spelling Charmes And try if they can gaine your liberty A goodly prize fit for the diuels grace See how the vgly Witch doth bend her browes As if with Circe she would change my shape Puc Chang'd to a worser shape thou canst not be Yor. Oh Charles the Dolphin is a proper man No shape but his can please your dainty eye Puc A plaguing mischeefe light on Charles and thee And may ye both be sodainly surpriz'd By bloudy hands in sleeping on your beds Yorke Fell banning Hagge Inchantresse hold thy tongue Puc I prethee giue me leaue to curse awhile Yorke Curse Miscreant when thou comst to the stake Exeunt Alarum Enter Suffolke with Margaret in his hand Suff. Be what thou wilt thou art my prisoner Gazes on her Oh Fairest Beautie do not feare nor flye For I will touch thee but with reuerend hands I kisse these fingers for eternall peace And lay them gently on thy tender side Who art thou say that I may honor thee Mar. Margaret my name and daughter to a King The King of Naples who so ere thou art Suff. An Earle I am and Suffolke am I call'd Be not offended
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 thâse 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
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 froÌ 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
Consenting to the safe-guard of your honor I thought your marriage fit else Imputation For that he knew you might reproach your life And choake your good to come For his Possessions Although by confutation they are ours We doe en-state and widow you with all To buy you a better husband Mar. Oh my deere Lord I craue no other nor no better man Duke Neuer craue him we are definitiue Mar. Gentle my Liege Duke You doe but loose your labour Away with him to death Now Sir to you Mar. Oh my good Lord sweet Isabell take my part Lend me your knees and all my life to come I 'll lend you all my life to doe you seruice Duke Against all sence you doe importune her Should she kneele downe in mercie of this fact Her Brothers ghost his paued bed would breake And take her hence in horror Mar. Isabell Sweet Isabel doe yet but kneele by me Hold vp your hands say nothing I 'll speake all They say best men are moulded out of faults And for the most become much more the better For being a little bad So may my husband Oh Isabel will you not lend a knee Duke He dies for Claudio's death Isab Most bounteous Sir Looke if it please you on this man condemn'd As if my Brother liu'd I partly thinke A due sinceritie gouerned his deedes Till he did looke on me Since it is so Let him not die my Brother had but Iustice In that he did the thing for which he dide For Angelo his Act did not ore-take his bad intent And must be buried but as an intent That perish'd by the way thoughts are no subiects Intents but meerely thoughts Mar. Meerely my Lord. Duk. Your suite's vnprofitable stand vp I say I haue bethought me of another fault Prouost how came it Claudio was beheaded At an vnusuall howre Pro. It was commanded so Duke Had you a speciall warrant for the deed Pro. No my good Lord it was by priuate message Duk. For which I doe discharge you of your office Giue vp your keyes Pro. Pardon me noble Lord I thought it was a fault but knew it not Yet did repent me after more aduice For testimony whereof one in the prison That should by priuate order else haue dide I haue reseru'd aliue Duk. What 's he Pro. His name is Barnardine Duke I would thou hadst done so by Claudio Goe fetch him hither let me looke vpon him Esc I am sorry one so learned and so wise As you Lord Angelo haue stil appear'd Should slip so grosselie both in the heat of bloud And lacke of temper'd iudgement afterward Ang. I am sorrie that such sorrow I procure And so deepe sticks it in my penitent heart That I craue death more willingly then mercy 'T is my deseruing and I doe entreat it Enter Barnardine and Prouost Claudio Iulietta Duke Which is that Barnardine Pro. This my Lord. Duke There was a Friar told me of this man Sirha thou art said to haue a stubborne soule That apprehends no further then this world And squar'st thy life according Thou' rt condemn'd But for those earthly faults I quit them all And pray thee take this mercie to prouide For better times to come Frier aduise him I leaue him to your hand What muffeld fellow 's that Pro. This is another prisoner that I sau'd Who should haue di'd when Claudio lost his head As like almost to Claudio as himselfe Duke If he be like your brother for his sake Is he pardon'd and for your louelie sake Giue me your hand and say you will be mine He is my brother too But fitter time for that By this Lord Angelo perceiues he 's safe Methinkes I see a quickning in his eye Well Angelo your euill quits you well Looke that you loue your wife her worth worth yours I finde an apt remission in my selfe And yet heere 's one in place I cannot pardon You sirha that knew me for a foole a Coward One all of Luxurie an asse a mad man Wherein haue I so deseru'd of you That you extoll me thus Luc. Faith my Lord I spoke it but according to the trick if you will hang me for it you may but I had rather it would please you I might be whipt Duke Whipt first sir and hang'd after Proclaime it Prouost round about the Citie If any woman wrong'd by this lewd fellow As I haue heard him sweare himselfe there 's one whom he begot with childe let her appeare And he shall marry her the nuptiall finish'd Let him be whipt and hang'd Luc. I beseech your Highnesse doe not marry me to a Whore your Highnesse said euen now I made you a Duke good my Lord do not recompence me in making me a Cuckold Duke Vpon mine honor thou shalt marrie her Thy slanders I forgiue and therewithall Remit thy other forfeits take him to prison And see our pleasure herein executed Luc. Marrying a punke my Lord is pressing to death Whipping and hanging Duke Slandering a Prince deserues it She Claudio that you wrong'd looke you restore Ioy to you Mariana loue her Angelo I haue confes'd her and I know her vertue Thanks good friend Escalus for thy much goodnesse There 's more behinde that is more gratulate Thanks Prouost for thy care and secrecie We shall imploy thee in a worthier place Forgiue him Angelo that brought you home The head of Ragozine for Claudio's Th' offence pardons it selfe Deere Isabell I haue a motion much imports your good Whereto if you 'll a willing eare incline What 's mine is yours and what is yours is mine So bring vs to our Pallace where wee 'll show What 's yet behinde that meete you all should know The Scene Vienna The names of all the Actors Vincentio the Duke Angelo the Deputie Escalus an ancient Lord. Claudio a yong Gentleman Lucio a fantastique 2. Other like Gentlemen Prouost Thomas 2. Friers Peter 2. Friers Elbow a simple Constable Froth a foolish Gentleman Clowne Abhorson an Executioner Barnardine a dissolute prisoner Isabella sister to Claudio Mariana betrothed to Angelo Iuliet beloued of Claudio Francisca a Nun. Mistris Ouer-don a Bawd FINIS The Comedie of Errors Actus primus Scena prima Enter the Duke of Ephesus with the Merchant of Siracusa Iaylor and other attendants Marchant PRoceed Solinus to procure my fall And by the doome of death end woes and all Duke Merchant of Siracusa plead no more I am not partiall to infringe our Lawes The enmity and discord which of late Sprung from the rancorous outrage of your Duke To Merchants our well-dealing Countrimen Who wanting gilders to redeeme their liues Haue seal'd his rigorous statutes with their blouds Excludes all pitty from our threatning lookes For since the mortall and intestine iarres Twixt thy seditious Countrimen and vs It hath in solemne Synodes beene decreed Both by the Siracusians and our selues To admit no trafficke to our aduerse townes Nay more if any borne at Ephesus Be seene at any Siracusian Marts and Fayres
I am hee Iohn Signior you are verie neere my Brother in his loue he is enamor'd on Hero I pray you disswade him from her she is no equall for his birth you may do the part of an honest man in it Claudio How know you he loues her Iohn I heard him sweare his affection Bor. So did I too and he swore he would marrie her to night Iohn Come let vs to the banquet Ex. manet Clau. Clau. Thus answere I in name of Benedicke But heare these ill newes with the eares of Claudio 'T is certaine so the Prince woes for himselfe Friendship is constant in all other things Saue in the Office and affaires of loue Therefore all hearts in loue vse their owne tongues Let euerie eye negotiate for it selfe And trust no Agent for beautie is a witch Against whose charmes faith melteth into blood This is an accident of hourely proofe Which I mistrusted not Farewell therefore Hero Enter Benedicke Ben. Count Claudio Clau. Yea the same Ben. Come will you go with me Clau. Whither Ben. Euen to the next Willow about your own businesse Count. What fashion will you weare the Garland off About your necke like an Vsurers chaine Or vnder your arme like a Lieutenants scarfe You must weare it one way for the Prince hath got your Hero Clau I wish him ioy of her Ben. Why that 's spoken like an honest Drouier so they sel Bullockes but did you thinke the Prince wold haue serued you thus Clau. I pray you leaue me Ben. Ho now you strike like the blindman 't was the boy that stole your meate and you 'l beat the post Clau. If it will not be I le leaue you Exit Ben. Alas poore hurt fowle now will he creepe into sedges But that my Ladie Beatrice should know me not know me the Princes foole Hah It may be I goe vnder that title because I am merrie yea but so I am apt to do my selfe wrong I am not so reputed it is the base though bitter disposition of Beatrice that putt's the world into her person and so giues me out well I le be reuenged as I may Enter the Prince Pedro. Now Signior where 's the Count did you see him Bene. Troth my Lord I haue played the part of Lady Fame I found him heere as melancholy as a Lodge in a Warren I told him and I thinke told him true that your grace had got the will of this young Lady and I offered him my company to a willow tree either to make him a garland as being forsaken or to binde him a rod as being worthy to be whipt Pedro. To be whipt what 's his fault Bene. The slat transgression of a Schoole-boy who being ouer-ioyed with finding a birds nest shewes it his companion and he steales it Pedro. Wilt thou make a trust a transgression the transgression is in the stealer Ben. Yet it had not beene amisse the rod had beene made and the garland too for the garland he might haue worne himselfe and the rod hee might haue bestowed on you who as I take it haue stolne his birds nest Pedro. I will but teach them to sing and restore them to the owner Bene. If their singing answer your saying by my faith you say honestly Pedro. The Lady Beatrice hath a quarrell to you the Gentleman that daunst with her told her shee is much wrong'd by you Bene. O she misusde me past the indurance of a block an oake but with one greene leafe on it would haue answered her my very visor began to assume life and scold with her shee told mee not thinking I had beene my selfe that I was the Princes Iester and that I was duller then a great thaw huâling iest vpon iest with such impossible conueiance vpon me that I stood like a man at a marke with a whole army shooting at me shee speakes poynyards and euery word stabbes if her breath were as terrible as terminations there were no liuing neere her she would infect to the north starre I would not marry her though she were indowed with all that Adam had left him before he transgrest she would haue made Hercules haue turnd spit yea and haue cleft his club to make the fire too come talke not of her you shall finde her the infernall Ate in good apparell I would to God some scholler would coniure her for certainely while she is heere a man may liue as quiet in hell as in a sanctuary and people sinne vpon purpose because they would goe thither so indeed all disquiet horror and perturbation followes her Enter Claudio and Beatrice Leonato Hero Pedro. Looke heere she comes Bene. Will your Grace command mee any seruice to the worlds end I will goe on the slightest arrand now to the Antypodes that you can deuise to send me on I will fetch you a tooth-picker now from the furthest inch of Asia bring you the length of Prester Iohns foot fetch you a hayre off the great Chams beard doe you any embassage to the Pigmies rather then hould three words conference with this Harpy you haue no employment for me Pedro. None but to desire your good company Bene. O God sir heere 's a dish I loue not I cannot indure this Lady tongue Exit Pedr. Come Lady come you haue lost the heart of Signior Benedicke Beatr. Indeed my Lord hee lent it me a while and I gaue him vse for it a double heart for a single one marry once before he wonne it of mee with false dice therefore your Grace may well say I haue lost it Pedro. You haue put him downe Lady you haue put him downe Beat. So I would not he should do me my Lord lest I should prooue the mother of fooles I haue brought Count Claudio whom you sent me to seeke Pedro. Why how now Count wherfore are you sad Claud. Not sad my Lord. Pedro. How then sicke Claud. Neither my Lord. Beat. The Count is neither sad nor sicke nor merry nor well but ciuill Count ciuill as an Orange and something of a iealous complexion Pedro. Ifaith Lady I thinke your blazon to be true though I le be sworne if hee be so his conceit is false heere Claudio I haue wooed in thy name and faire Hero is won I haue broke with her father and his good will obtained name the day of marriage and God giue thee ioy Leona Count take of me my daughter and with her my fortunes his grace hath made the match all grace say Amen to it Beatr. Speake Count t is your Qu. Claud. Silence is the perfectest Herault of ioy I were but little happy if I could say how much Lady as you are mine I am yours I giue away my selfe for you and doat vpon the exchange Beat. Speake cosin or if you cannot stop his mouth with a kisse and let not him speake neither Pedro. Infaith Lady you haue a merry heart Beatr. Yea my Lord I thanke it poore foole it keepes on the windy side of
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
the length and bredth of mine And let it answere euery straine for straine As thus for thus and such a griefe for such In euery lineament branch shape and forme If such a one will smile and stroke his beard And sorrow wagge crie hem when he should grone Patch griefe with prouerbs make misfortune drunke With candle-wasters bring him yet to me And I of him will gather patience But there is no such man for brother men Can counsaile and speake comfort to that griefe Which they themselues not feele but to sting it Their counsaile turnes to passion which before Would giue preceptiall medicine to rage Fetter strong madnesse in a silken thred Charme ache with ayre and agony with words No no 't is all mens office to speake patience To those that wring vnder the load of sorrow But no mans vertue nor sufficiencie To be so morall when he shall endure The like himselfe therefore giue me no counsaile My griefs cry lowder then aduertisement Broth. Therein do men from children nothing differ Leonato I pray thee peace I will be flesh and bloud For there was neuer yet Philosopher That could endure the tooth-ake patiently How euer they haue writ the stile of gods And made a push at chance and sufferance Brother Yet bend not all the harme vpon your selfe Make those that doe offend you suffer too Leon. There thou speak'st reason nay I will doe so My soule doth tell me Hero is belied And that shall Claudio know so shall the Prince And all of them that thus dishonour her Enter Prince and Claudio Brot Here comes the Prince and Claudio hastily Prin. Good den good den Clau. Good day to both of you Leon. Heare you my Lords Prin. We haue some haste Leonato Leo. Some haste my Lord wel fareyouwel my Lord Are you so hasty now well all is one Prin. Nay do not quarrell with vs good old man Brot If he could rite himselfe with quarrelling Some of vs would lie low Claud. Who wrongs him Leon. Marry y u dost wrong me thou dissembler thou Nay neuer lay thy hand vpon thy sword I feare thee not Claud. Marry beshrew my hand If it should giue your age such cause of feare Infaith my hand meant nothing to my sword Leonato Tush tush man neuer fleere and iest at me I speake not like a doâard nor a foole As vnder priuiledge of age to bragge What I haue done being yong or what would doe Were I not old know Claudio to thy head Thou hast so wrong'd my innocent childe and me That I am forc'd to lay my reuerence by And with grey haires and bruise of many daies Doe challenge thee to triall of a man I say thou hast belied mine innocent childe Thy slander hath gone through and through her heart And she lies buried with her ancestors O in a tombe where neuer scandall slept Saue this of hers fram'd by thy villanie Claud. My villany Leonato Thine Claudio thine I say Prin. You say not right old man Leon. My Lord my Lord I le proue it on his body if he dare Despight his nice fence and his actiue practise His Maie of youth and bloome of lustihood Claud. Away I will not haue to do with you Leo. Canst thou so daffe me thou hast kild my child If thou kilst me boy thou shalt kill a man Bro. He shall kill two of vs and men indeed But that 's no matter let him kill one first Win me and weare me let him answere me Come follow me boy come sir boy come follow me Sir boy I le whip you from your foyning fence Nay as I am a gentleman I will Leon. Brother Brot Content your self God knows I lou'd my neece And she is dead slander'd to death by villaines That dare as well answer a man indeede As I dare take a serpent by the tongue Boyes apes braggarts Iackes milke-sops Leon. Brother Anthony Brot Hold you content what man I know them yea And what they weigh euen to the vtmost scruple Scambling out-facing fashion-monging boyes That lye and cog and flout depraue and slander Goe antiquely and show outward hidiousnesse And speake of halfe a dozen dang'rous words How they might hurt their enemies if they durst And this is all Leon. But brother Anthonie Ant. Come 't is no matter Do not you meddle let me deale in this Pri. Gentlemen both we will not wake your patience My heart is sorry for your daughters death But on my honour she was charg'd with nothing But what was true and very full of proofe Leon. My Lord my Lord. Prin. I will not heare you Enter Benedicke Leo. No come brother away I will be heard Exeunt ambo Bro. And shall or some of vs will smart for it Prin. See see here comes the man we went to seeke Clau. Now signior what newes Ben. Good day my Lord. Prin. Welcome signior you are almost come to part almost a fray Clau. Wee had likt to haue had our two noses snapt off with two old men without teeth Prin. Leonato and his brother what think'st thou had wee fought I doubt we should haue beene too yong for them Ben. In a false quarrell there is no true valour I came to seeke you both Clau. We haue beene vp and downe to seeke thee for we are high proofe melancholly and would faine haue it beaten away wilt thou vse thy wit Ben. It is in my scabberd shall I draw it Prin. Doest thou weare thy wit by thy side Clau. Neuer any did so though verie many haue been beside their wit I will bid thee drawe as we do the minstrels draw to pleasure vs. Prin. As I am an honest man he lookes pale art thou sicke or angrie Clau. What courage man what though care kil'd a cat thou hast mettle enough in thee to kill care Ben. Sir I shall meete your wit in the careere and you charge it against me I pray you chuse another subiect Clau. Nay then giue him another staffe this last was broke crosse Prin. By this light he changes more and more I thinke he be angrie indeede Clau. If he be he knowes how to turne his girdle Ben. Shall I speake a word in your eare Clau. God blesse me from a challenge Ben. You are a villaine I iest not I will make it good how you dare with what you dare and when you dare do me right or I will protest your cowardise you haue kill'd a sweete Ladie and her death shall fall heauie on you let me heare from you Clau. Well I will meete you so I may haue good cheare Prin. What a feast a feast Clau. I faith I thanke him he hath bid me to a calues head and a Capon the which if I doe not carue most curiously say my knife 's naught shall I not finde a woodcocke too Ben. Sir your wit ambles well it goes easily Prin. I le tell thee how Beatrice prais'd thy wit the other day I said thou hadst a fine wit true saies she a fine
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 Welkâns 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 Eâe 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
them all to you Queen Good L. Boyet my beauty though but mean Needs not the painted flourish of your praise Beauty is bought by iudgement of the eye Not vttred by base sale of chapmens tongues I am lesse proud to heare you tell my worth Then you much wiling to be counted wise In spending your wit in the praise of mine But now to taske the tasker good Boyet Prin. You are not ignorant all-telling fame Doth noyse abroad Nauar hath made a vow Till painefull studie shall out-weare three yeares No woman may approach his silent Court Therefore to 's seemeth it a needfull course Before we enter his forbidden gates To know his pleasure and in that behalfe Bold of your worthinesse we single you As our best mouing faire soliciter Tell him the daughter of the King of France On serious businesse crauing quicke dispatch Importunes personall conference with his grace Haste signifie so much while we attend Like humble visag'd suters his high will Boy Proud of imployment willingly I goe Exit Prin. All pride is willing pride and yours is so Who are the Votaries my louing Lords that are vow-fellowes with this vertuous Duke Lor. Longauill is one Princ. Know you the man 1 Lady I know him Madame at a marriage feast Betweene L. Perigort and the beautious heire Of Iaques Fauconbridge solemnized In Normandie saw I this Longauill A man of soueraigne parts he is esteem'd Well fitted in Arts glorious in Armes Nothing becomes him ill that he would well The onely soyle of his faire vertues glosse If vertues glosse will staine with any soile Is a sharp wit match'd with too blunt a Will Whose edge hath power to cut whose will still wills It should none spare that come within his power Prin. Some merry mocking Lord belike i st so Lad. 1. They say so most that most his humors know Prin. Such short liu'd wits do wither as they grow Who are the rest 2. Lad. The yong Dumaine a well accomplisht youth Of all that Vertue loue for Vertue loued Most power to doe most harme least knowing ill For he hath wit to make an ill shape good And shape to win grace though she had no wit I saw him at the Duke Alansoes once And much too little of that good I saw Is my report to his great worthinesse Rossa Another of these Students at that time Was there with him as I haue heard a truth Berowne they call him but a merrier man Within the limit of becomming mirth I neuer spent an houres talke withall His eye begets occasion for his wit For euery obiect that the one doth catch The other turnes to a mirth-mouing iest Which his faire tongue conceits expositor Deliuers in such apt and gracious words That aged eares play treuant at his tales And yonger hearings are quite rauished So sweet and voluble is his discourse Prin. God blesse my Ladies are they all in loue That euery one her owne hath garnished With such bedecking ornaments of praise Ma. Heere comes Boyet Enter Boyet Prin. Now what admittance Lord Boyet Nauar had notice of your faire approach And he and his competitors in oath Were all addrest to meete you gentle Lady Before I came Marrie thus much I haue learnt He rather meanes to lodge you in the field Like one that comes heere to besiege his Court Then seeke a dispensation for his oath To let you enter his vnpeopled house Enter Nauar Longauill Dumaine and Berowne Heere comes Nauar. Nau. Faire Princesse welcom to the Court of Nauar. Prin. Faire I giue you backe againe and welcome I haue not yet the roofe of this Court is too high to bee yours and welcome to the wide fields too base to be mine Nau. You shall be welcome Madam to my Court. Prin. I wil be welcome then Conduct me thither Nau. Heare me deare Lady I haue sworne an oath Prin. Our Lady helpe my Lord he 'll be forsworne Nau. Not for the world faire Madam by my will Prin. Why will shall breake it will and nothing els Nau. Your Ladiship is ignorant what it is Prin. Were my Lord so his ignorance were wise Where now his knowledge must proue ignorance I heare your grace hath sworne out Houseekeeping 'T is deadly sinne to keepe that oath my Lord And sinne to breake it But pardon me I am too sodaine bold To teach a Teacher ill beseemeth me Vouchsafe to read the purpose of my comming And sodainly resolue me in my suite Nau. Madam I will if sodainly I may Prin. You will the sooner that I were away For you 'll proue periur'd if you make me stay Berow Did not I dance with you in Brabant once Rosa Did not I dance with you in Brabant once Ber. I know you did Rosa How needlesse was it then to ask the question Ber. You must not be so quicke Rosa 'T is long of you y t spur me with such questions Ber. Your wit 's too hot it speeds too fast 't will tire Rosa Not till it leaue the Rider in the mire Ber. What time a day Rosa The howre that fooles should aske Ber. Now faire befall your maske Rosa Faire fall the face it couers Ber. And send you many louers Rosa Amen so you be none Ber. Nay then will I be gone Kin. Madame your father heere doth intimate The paiment of a hundred thousand Crownes Being but th' one halfe of an intire summe Disbursed by my father in his warres But say that he or we as neither haue Receiu'd that summe yet there remaines vnpaid A hundred thousand more in surety of the which One part of Aquitaine is bound to vs Although not valued to the moneys worth If then the King your father will restore But that one halfe which is vnsatisfied We will giue vp our right in Aquitaine And hold faire friendship with his Maiestie But that it seemes he little purposeth For here he doth demand to haue repaie An hundred thousand Crownes and not demands One paiment of a hundred thousand Crownes To haue his title liue in Aquitaine Which we much rather had depart withall And haue the money by our father lent Then Aquitane so guelded as it is Deare Princesse were not his requests so farre From reasons yeelding your faire selfe should make A yeelding ' gainst some reason in my brest And goe well satisfied to France againe Prin. You doe the King my Father too much wrong And wrong the reputation of your name In so vnseeming to confesse receyt Of that which hath so faithfully beene paid Kin. I doe protest I neuer heard of it And if you proue it I le repay it backe Or yeeld vp Aquitaine Prin. We arrest your word Boyet you can produce acquittances For such a summe from speciall Officers Of Charles his Father Kin. Satisfie me so Boyet So please your Grace the packet is not come Where that and other specialties are bound To morrow you shall haue a sight of them Kin. It shall suffice me at which
to example ill Would from my forehead wipe a periur'd note For none offend where all alike doe dote Lon. Dumaine thy Loue is farre from charitie That in Loues griefe desir'st societie You may looke pale but I should blush I know To be ore-heard and taken napping so Kin. Come sir you blush as his your case is such You chide at him offending twice as much You doe not loue Maria Longauile Did neuer Sonnet for her sake compile Nor neuer lay his wreathed armes athwart His louing bosome to keepe downe his heart I haue beene closely shrowded in this bush And markt you both and for you both did blush I heard your guilty Rimes obseru'd your fashion Saw sighes reeke from you noted well your passion Aye me sayes one O Ioue the other cries On her haires were Gold Christall the others eyes You would for Paradise breake Faith and troth And Ioue for your Loue would infringe an oath What will Berowne say when that he shall heare Faith infringed which such zeale did sweare How will he scorne how will he spend his wit How will he triumph leape and laugh at it For all the wealth that euer I did see I would not haue him know so much by me Bero. Now step I forth to whip hypocrisie Ah good my Liedge I pray thee pardon me Good heart What grace hast thou thus to reproue These wormes for louing that art most in loue Your eyes doe make no couches in your teares There is no certaine Princesse that appeares You 'll not be periur'd 't is a hatefull thing Tush none but Minstrels like of Sonnetting But are you not asham'd nay are you not All three of you to be thus much ore'shot You found his Moth the King your Moth did see But I a Beame doe finde in each of three O what a Scene of fool'ry haue I seene Of sighes of grones of sorrow and of teene O me with what strict patience haue I sat To see a King transformed to a Gnat To see great Hercules whipping a Gigge And profound Salomon tuning a Iygge And Nestor play at push-pin with the boyes And Critticke Tymon laugh at idle toyes Where lies thy griefe O tell me good Dumaine And gentle Longauill where lies thy paine And where my Liedges all about the brest A Candle hoa Kin. Too bitter is thy iest Are wee betrayed thus to thy ouer-view Ber. Not you by me but I betrayed to you I that am honest I that hold it sinne To breake the vow I am ingaged in I am betrayed by keeping company With men like men of inconstancie When shall you see me write a thing in rime Or grone for Ioane or spend a minutes time In pruning mee when shall you heare that I will praise a hand a foot a face an eye a gate a state a brow a brest a waste a legge a limme Kin. Soft Whither a-way so fast A true man or a theefe that gallops so Ber. I post from Loue good Louer let me go Enter Iaquenetta and Clowne Iaqu God blesse the King Kin. What Present hast thou there Clo. Some certaine treason Kin. What makes treason heere Clo. Nay it makes nothing sir Kin. If it marre nothing neither The treason and you goe in peace away together Iaqu I beseech your Grace let this Letter be read Our person mis-doubts it it was treason he said Kin. Berowne read it ouer He reades the Letter Kin. Where hadst thou it Iaqu Of Costard King Where hadst thou it Cost Of Dun Adramadio Dun Adramadio Kin. How now what is in you why dost thou tear it Ber. A toy my Liedge a toy your grace needes not feare it Long. It did moue him to passion and therefore let 's heare it Dum. It is Berowns writing and heere is his name Ber. Ah you whoreson loggerhead you were borne to doe me shame Guilty my Lord guilty I confesse I confesse Kin. What Ber. That you three fooles lackt mee foole to make vp the messe He he and you and you my Liedge and I Are picke-purses in Loue and we deserue to die O dismisse this audience and I shall tell you more Dum. Now the number is euen Berow True true we are fowre will these Turtles be gone Kin. Hence sirs away Clo. Walk aside the true folke let the traytors stay Ber. Sweet Lords sweet Louers O let vs imbrace As true we are as flesh and bloud can be The Sea will ebbe and flow heauen will shew his face Young bloud doth not obey an old decree We cannot crosse the cause why we are borne Therefore of all hands must we be forsworne King What did these rent lines shew some loue of thine Ber. Did they quoth you Who sees the heauenly Rosaline That like a rude and sauage man of Inde At the first opening of the gorgeous East Bowes not his vassall head and strooken blinde Kisses the base ground with obedient breast What peremptory Eagle-sighted eye Dares looke vpon the heauen of her brow That is not blinded by her maiestie Kin. What zeale what furie hath inspir'd thee now My Loue her Mistres is a gracious Moone Shee an attending Starre scarce seene a light Ber. My eyes are then no eyes nor I Berowne O but for my Loue day would turne to night Of all complexions the cul'd soueraignty Doe meet as at a faire in her faire cheeke Where seuerall Worthies make one dignity Where nothing wants that want it selfe doth seeke Lend me the flourish of all gentle tongues Fie painted Rethoricke O she needs it not To things of sale a sellers praise belongs She passes prayse then prayse too short doth blot A withered Hermite fiuescore winters worne Might shake off fiftie looking in her eye Beauty doth varnish Age as if new borne And giues the Crutch the Cradles infancie O 't is the Sunne that maketh all things shine King By heauen thy Loue is blacke as Ebonie Berow Is Ebonie like her O word diuine A wife of such wood were felicitie O who can giue an oth Where is a booke That I may sweare Beauty doth beauty lacke If that she learne not of her eye to looke No face is faire that is not full so blacke Kin. O paradoxe Blacke is the badge of hell The hue of dungeons and the Schoole of night And beauties crest becomes the heauens well Ber. Diuels soonest tempt resembling spirits of light O if in blacke my Ladies browes be deckt It mournes that painting vsurping haire Should rauish doters with a false aspect And therfore is she borne to make blacke faire Her fauour turnes the fashion of the dayes For natiue bloud is counted painting now And therefore red that would auoyd dispraise Paints it selfe blacke to imitate her brow Dum. To look like her are Chimny-sweepers blacke Lon. And since her time are Colliers counted bright King And Aethiops of their sweet complexion crake Dum. Dark needs no Candles now for dark is light Ber. Your mistresses dare neuer come in raine For feare their colours should
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
chaffe and ruine of the times To be new varnisht Well but to my choise Who chooseth me shall get as much as he deserues I will assume desert giue me a key for this And instantly vnlocke my fortunes here Por. Too long a pause for that which you finde there Ar. What 's here the portrait of a blinking idiot Presenting me a scedule I will reade it How much vnlike art thou to Portia How much vnlike my hopes and my deseruings Who chooseth me shall haue as much as he deserues Did I deserue no more then a fooles head Is that my prize are my deserts no better Por. To offend and iudge are distinct offices And of opposed natures Ar. What is here The fier seauen times tried this Seauen times tried that iudement is That did neuer choose amis Some there be that shadowes kisse Such haue but a shadowes blisse There be fooles aliue Iwis Siluer'd o're and so was this Take what wife you will to bed I will euer be your head So be gone you are sped Ar. Still more foole I shall appeare By the time I linger here With one fooles head I came to woo But I goe away with two Sweet adue I le keepe my oath Patiently to beare my wroath Por. Thus hath the candle sing'd the moath O these deliberate fooles when they doe choose They haue the wisdome by their wit to loose Ner. The ancient saying is no heresie Hanging and wiuing goes by destinie Por. Come draw the curtaine Nerrissa Enter Messenger Mes Where is my Lady Por. Here what would my Lord Mes Madam there is a-lighted at your gate A yong Venetian one that comes before To signifie th' approaching of his Lord From whom he bringeth sensible regreets To wit besides commends and curteous breath Gifts of rich value yet I haue not seene So likely an Embassador of loue A day in Aprill neuer came so sweete To show how costly Sommer was at hand As this fore-spurrer comes before his Lord. Por. No more I pray thee I am halfe a-feard Thou wilt say anone he is some kin to thee Thou spend'st such high-day wit in praising him Come come Nerryssa for I long to see Quicke Cupids Post that comes so mannerly Ner. Bassanio Lord loue if thy will it be Exeunt Actus Tertius Enter Solanio and Salarino Sol. Now what newes on the Ryalto Sal. Why yet it liues there vncheckt that Anthonio hath a ship of rich lading wrackt on the narrow Seas the Goodwins I thinke they call the place a very dangerous flat and fatall where the carcasses of many a tall ship lye buried as they say if my gossips report be an honest woman of her word Sol. I would she were as lying a gossip in that as euer knapt Ginger or made her neighbours beleeue she wept for the death of a third husband but it is true without any slips of prolixity or crossing the plaine high-way of talke that the good Anthonio the honest Anthonio ô that I had a title good enough to keepe his name company Sal. Come the full stop Sol. Ha what sayest thou why the end is he hath lost a ship Sal. I would it might proue the end of his losses Sol. Let me say Amen betimes least the diuell crosse my praier for here he comes in the iikenes of a Iew. How now Shylocke what newes among the Merchants Enter Shylocke Shy You knew none so well none so well as you of my daughters flight Sal. That 's certaine I for my part knew the Tailor that made the wings she flew withall Sol. And Shylocke for his own part knew the bird was fledg'd and then it is the complexion of them al to leaue the dam. Shy She is damn'd for it Sal. That 's certaine if the diuell may be her Iudge Shy My owne flesh and blood to rebell Sol. Out vpon it old carrion rebels it at these yeeres Shy I say my daughter is my flesh and bloud Sal. There is more difference betweene thy flesh and hers then betweene Iet and Iuorie more betweene your bloods then there is betweene red wine and rennish but tell vs doe you heare whether Anthonio haue had anie losse at sea or no Shy There I haue another bad match a bankrout a prodigall who dare scarce shew his head on the Ryalto a begger that was vsd to come so smug vpon the Mart let him look to his bond he was wont to call me Vsurer let him looke to his bond he was wont to lend money for a Christian curtsie let him looke to his bond Sal. Why I am sure if he forfaite thou wilt not take his flesh what 's that good for Shy To baite fish withall if it will feede nothing else it will feede my reuenge he hath disgrac'd me and hindred me halfe a million laught at my losses mockt at my gaines scorned my Nation thwarted my bargaines cooled my friends heated mine enemies and what 's the reason I am a Iewe Hath not a Iew eyes hath not a Iew hands organs dementions sences affections passions fed with the same foode hurt with the same weapons subiect to the same diseases healed by the same meanes warmed and cooled by the same Winter and Sommmer as a Christian is if you pricke vs doe we not bleede if you tickle vs doe we not laugh if you poison vs doe we not die and if you wrong vs shall we not reuenge if we are like you in the rest we will resemble you in that If a Iew wrong a Christian what is his humility reuenge If a Christian wrong a Iew what should his sufferance be by Christian example why reuenge The villanie you teach me I will execute and it shall goe hard but I will better the instruction Enter a man from Anthonio Gentlemen my maister Anthonio is at his house and desires to speake with you both Sal. We haue beene vp and downe to seeke him Enter Tuball Sol. Here comes another of the Tribe a third cannot be matcht vnlesse the diuell himselfe turne Iew. Exeunt Gentlemen Shy How now Tuball what newes from Genowa hast thou found my daughter Tub. I often came where I did heare ofster but cannot finde her Shy Why there there there there a diamond gone cost me two thousand ducats in Franckford the curse neuer fell vpon our Nation till now I neuer felt it till now two thousand ducats in that and other precious precious iewels I would my daughter were dead at my foot and the iewels in her care would she were hearst at my foote and the duckets in her coffin no newes of them why so and I know not how much is spent in the search why thou losse vpon losse the theefe gone with so much and so much to finde the theefe and no satisfaction no reuenge nor no ill luck stirring but what lights a my shoulders no sighes but a my breathing no teares but a my shedding Tub. Yes other men haue ill lucke too Anthonio as I heard in Genowa
sons Cel. I could match this beginning with an old tale Le Beu Three proper yong men of excellent growth and presence Ros With bils on their neckes Be it knowne vnto all men by these presents Le Beu The eldest of the three wrastled with Charles the Dukes Wrastler which Charles in a moment threw him and broke three of his ribbes that there is little hope of life in him So he seru'd the second and so the third yonder they lie the poore old man their Father making such pittiful dole ouer them that all the beholders take his part with weeping Ros Alas Clo. But what is the sport Monsieur that the Ladies haue lost Le Beu Why this that I speake of Clo. Thus men may grow wiser euery day It is the first time that euer I heard breaking of ribbes was sport for Ladies Cel. Or I I promise thee Ros But is there any else longs to see this broken Musicke in his sides Is there yet another doates vpon rib-breaking Shall we see this wrastling Cosin Le Beu You must if you stay heere for heere is the place appointed for the wrastling and they are ready to performe it Cel. Yonder sure they are comming Let vs now stay and see it Flourish Enter Duke Lords Orlando Charles and Attendants Duke Come on since the youth will not be intreated His owne perill on his forwardnesse Ros Is yonder the man Le Beu Euen he Madam Cel. Alas he is too yong yet he looks successefully Du. How now daughter and Cousin Are you crept hither to see the wrastling Ros I my Liege so please you giue vs leaue Du. You wil take little delight in it I can tell you there is such oddes in the man In pitie of the challengers youth I would faine disswade him but he will not bee entreated Speake to him Ladies see if you can mooue him Cel. Call him hether good Monsieuer Le Beu Duke Do so I le not be by Le Beu Monsieur the Challenger the Princesse cals for you Orl. I attend them with all respect and dutie Ros Young man haue you challeng'd Charles the Wrastler Orl. No faire Princesse he is the generall challenger I come but in as others do to try with him the strength of my youth Cel. Yong Gentleman your spirits are too bold for your yeares you haue seene cruell proofe of this mans strength if you saw your selfe with your eies or knew your selfe with your iudgment the feare of your aduenture would counsel you to a more equall enterprise We pray you for your owne sake to embrace your own safetie and giue ouer this attempt Ros Do yong Sir your reputation shall not therefore be misprised we wil make it our suite to the Duke that the wrastling might not go forward Orl. I beseech you punish mee not with your harde thoughts wherein I confesse me much guiltie to denie so faire and excellent Ladies anie thing But let your faire eies and gentle wishes go with mee to my triall wherein if I bee foil'd there is but one sham'd that vvas neuer gracious if kil'd but one dead that is willing to be so I shall do my friends no wrong for I haue none to lament me the world no iniurie for in it I haue nothing onely in the world I fil vp a place which may bee better supplied when I haue made it emptie Ros The little strength that I haue I would it vvere with you Cel. And mine to eeke out hers Ros Fare you well praie heauen I be deceiu'd in you Cel. Your hearts desires be with you Char. Come where is this yong gallant that is so desirous to lie with his mother earth Orl. Readie Sir but his will hath in it a more modest working Duk. You shall trie but one fall Cha. No I warrant your Grace you shall not entreat him to a second that haue so mightilie perswaded him from a first Orl. You meane to mocke me after you should not haue mockt me before but come your waies Ros Now Hercules be thy speede yong man Cel. I would I were inuisible to catch the strong fellow by the legge Wrastle Ros Oh excellent yong man Cel. If I had a thunderbolt in mine eie I can tell who should downe Shout Duk. No more no more Orl. Yes I beseech your Grace I am not yet well breath'd Duk. How do'st thou Charles Le Beu He cannot speake my Lord. Duk. Beare him awaie What is thy name yong man Orl. Orlando my Liege the yongest sonne of Sir Roland de Boys Duk. I would thou hadst beene son to some man else The world esteem'd thy father honourable But I did finde him still mine enemie Thou should'st haue better pleas'd me with this deede Hadst thou descended from another house But fare thee well thou art a gallant youth I would thou had'st told me of another Father Exit Duke Cel. Were I my Father Coze would I do this Orl. I am more proud to be Sir Rolands sonne His yongest sonne and would not change that calling To be adopted heire to Fredricke Ros My Father lou'd Sir Roland as his soule And all the world was of my Fathers minde Had I before knowne this yong man his sonne I should haue giuen him teares vnto entreaties Ere he should thus haue ventur'd Cel. Gentle Cosen Let vs goe thanke him and encourage him My Fathers rough and enuious disposition Sticks me at heart Sir you haue well deseru'd If you doe keepe your promises in loue But iustly as you haue exceeded all promise Your Mistris shall be happie Ros Gentleman Weare this for me one out of suites with fortune That could giue more but that her hand lacks meanes Shall we goe Coze Cel. I fare you well faire Gentleman Orl. Can I not say I thanke you My better parts Are all throwne downe and that which here stands vp Is but a quintine a meere liuelesse blocke Ros He cals vs back my pride fell with my fortunes I le aske him what he would Did you call Sir Sir you haue wrastled well and ouerthrowne More then your enemies Cel. Will you goe Coze Ros Haue with you fare you well Exit Orl. What passion hangs these waights vpoÌ my toong I cannot speake to her yet she vrg'd conference Enter Le Beu O poore Orlando thou art ouerthrowne Or Charles or something weaker masters thee Le Beu Good Sir I do in friendship counsaile you Te leaue this place Albeit you haue deseru'd High commendation true applause and loue Yet such is now the Dukes condition That he misconsters all that you haue done The Duke is humorous what he is indeede More suites you to conceiue then I to speake of Orl. I thanke you Sir and pray you tell me this Which of the two was daughter of the Duke That here was at the Wrastling Le Beu Neither his daughter if we iudge by manners But yet indeede the taller is his daughter The other is daughter to the banish'd
good Lord it is more pleasing stuffe Beg. What houshold stuffe Lady It is a a kinde of history Beg. Well we 'l see 't Come Madam wife sit by my side And let the world slip we shall nere be yonger Flourish Enter Lucentio and his man Triano Luc. Tranio since for the great desire I had To see faire Padua nurserie of Arts I am arriu'd for fruitfull Lumbardie The pleasant garden of great Italy And by my fathers loue and leaue am arm'd With his good will and thy good companie My trustie seruant well approu'd in all Heere let vs breath and haply institute A course of Learning and ingenious studies Pisa renowned for graue Citizens Gaue me my being and my father first A Merchant of great Trafficke through the world Vincentio's come of the Bentinolij Vincentio's sonne brough vp in Florence It shall become to serue all hopes conceiu'd To decke his fortune with his vertuous deedes And therefore Tranio for the time I studie Vertue and that part of Philosophie Will I applie that treats of happinesse By vertue specially to be atchieu'd Tell me thy minde for I haue Pisa left And am to Padua come as he that leaues A shallow plash to plunge him in the deepe And with sacietie seekes to quench his thirst Tra. Me Pardonato gentle master mine I am in all affected as your selfe Glad that you thus continue your resolue To sucke the sweets of sweete Philosophie Onely good master while we do admire This vertue and this morall discipline Let 's be no Stoickes nor no stockes I pray Or so deuote to Aristotles checkes As Ouid be an out-cast quite abiur'd Balke Lodgicke with acquaintaince that you haue And practise Rhetoricke in your common talke Musicke and Poesie vse to quicken you The Mathematickes and the Metaphysickes Fall to them as you finde your stomacke serues you No profit growes where is no pleasure tane In briefe sir studie what you most affect Luc. Gramercies Tranio well dost thou aduise If Biondello thou wert come ashore We could at once put vs in readinesse And take a Lodging fit to entertaine Such friends as time in Padua shall beget But stay a while what companie is this Tra. Master some shew to welcome vs to Towne Enter Baptista with his two daughters Katerina Bianca Gremio a Pantelowne Hortentio sister to Bianca Lucen Tranio stand by Bap. Gentlemen importune me no farther For how I firmly am resoluâd you know That is not to bestow my yongest daughter Before I haue a husband for the elder If either of you both loue Katherina Because I know you well and loue you well Leaue shall you haue to court her at your pleasure Gre. To cart her rather She 's to rough for mee There there Hortensio will you any Wife Kate. I pray you sir is it your will To make a stale of me amongst these mates Hor. Mates maid how meane you that No mates for you Vnlesse you were of gentler milder mould Kate. I' faith sir you shall neuer neede to feare I-wis it is not halfe way to her heart But if it were doubt not her care should be To combe your noddle with a three-legg'd stoole And paint your face and vse you like a foole Hor. From all such diuels good Lord deliuer vs. Gre. And me too good Lord. Tra. Husht master here 's some good pastime toward That wench is starke mad or wonderfull froward Lucen But in the others silence do I see Maids milde behauiour and sobrietie Peace Tranio Tra. Well said M r mum and gaze your fill Bap. Gentlemen that I may soone make good What I haue said Bianca get you in And let it not displease thee good Bianca For I will loue thee nere the lesse my girle Kate. A pretty peate it is best put finger in the eye and she knew why Bian. Sister content you in my discontent Sir to your pleasure humbly I subscribe My bookes and instruments shall be my companie On them to looke and practise by my selfe Luc. Harke Tranio thou maist heare Minerua speak Hor. Signior Baptista will you be so strange Sorrie am I that our good will effects Bianca's greefe Gre. Why will you mew her vp Signior Baptista for this fiend of hell And make her beare the pennance of her tongue Bap. Gentlemen content ye I am resould Go in Bianca And for I know she taketh most delight In Musicke Instruments and Poetry Schoolemasters will I keepe within my house Fit to instruct her youth If you Hortensio Or signior Gremio you know any such Preferre them hither for to cunning men I will be very kinde and liberall To mine owne children in good bringing vp And so farewell Katherina you may stay For I haue more to commune with Bianca Exit Kate. Why and I trust I may go too may I not What shall I be appointed houres as though Belike I knew not what to take And what to leaue Ha. Exit Gre. You may go to the diuels dam your guifts are so good heere 's none will holde you Their loue is not so great Hortensio but we may blow our nails together and fast it fairely out Our cakes dough on both sides Farewell yet for the loue I beare my sweet Bianca if I can by any meanes light on a fit man to teach her that wherein she delights I will wish him to her father Hor. So will I signiour Gremio but a word I pray Though the nature of our quarrell yet neuer brook'd parle know now vpon aduice it toucheth vs both that we may yet againe haue accesse to our faire Mistris and be happie riuals in Bianca's loue to labour and effect one thing specially Gre. What 's that I pray Hor. Marrie sir to get a husband for her Sister Gre. A husband a diuell Hor. I say a husband Gre. I say a diuell Think'st thou Hortensio though her father be verie rich any man is so verie a foole to be married to hell Hor. Tush Gremio though it passe your patience mine to endure her lowd alarums why man there bee good fellowes in the world and a man could light on them would take her with all faults and mony enough Gre. I cannot tell but I had as lief take her dowrie with this condition To be whipt at the hie crosse euerie morning Hor. Faith as you say there 's small choise in rotten apples but come since this bar in law makes vs friends it shall be so farre forth friendly maintain'd till by helping Baptistas eldest daughter to a husband wee set his yongest free for a husband and then haue too t afresh Sweet Bianca happy man be his dole hee that runnes fastest gets the Ring How say you signior Gremio Grem I am agreed and would I had giuen him the best horse in Padua to begin his woing that would thoroughly woe her wed her and bed her and ridde the house of her Come on Exeunt ambo Manet Tranio and Lucentio Tra. I pray sir tel me is it possible
for aduantage Hel. So is running away When feare proposes the safetie But the composition that your valour and feare makes in you is a vertue of a good wing and I like the weare well Paroll I am so full of businesses I cannot answere thee acutely I will returne perfect Courtier in the which my instruction shall serue to naturalize thee so thou wilt be capeable of a Courtiers councell and vnderstand what aduice shall thrust vppon thee else thou diest in thine vnthankfulnes and thine ignorance makes thee away farewell When thou hast leysure say thy praiers when thou hast none remember thy Friends Get thee a good husband and vse him as he vses thee So farewell Hel. Our remedies oft in our selues do lye Which we ascribe to heauen the fated skye Giues vs free scope onely doth backward pull Our slow designes when we our selues are dull What power is it which mounts my loue so hye That makes me see and cannot feede mine eye The mightiest space in fortune Nature brings To ioyne like likes and kisse like natiue things Impossible be strange attempts to those That weigh their paines in sence and do suppose What hath beene cannot be Who euer stroue To shew her merit that did misse her loue The Kings disease my proiect may deceiue me But my intents are fixt and will not leaue me Exit Flourish Cornets Enter the King of France with Letters and diuers Attendants King The Florentines and Senoys are by th' eares Haue fought with equall fortune and continue A brauing warre 1. Lo. G. So t is reported sir King Nay t is most credible we heere receiue it A certaintie vouch'd from our Cosin Austria With caution that the Florentine will moue vs For speedie ayde wherein our deerest friend Preiudicates the businesse and would seeme To haue vs make deniall 1. Lo. G. His loue and wisedome Approu'd so to your Maiesty may pleade For amplest credence King He hath arm'd our answer And Florence is deni'de before he comes Yet for our Gentlemen that meane to see The Tuscan seruice freely haue they leaue To stand on either part 2. Lo. E. It well may serue A nursserie to our Gentrie who are sicke For breathing and exploit King What 's he comes heere Enter Bertram Lafew and Parolies 1. Lor. G. It is the Count Rosignoll my good Lord Yong Bertram King Youth thou bear'st thy Fathers face Franke Nature rather curious then in hast Hath well compos'd thee Thy Fathers morall parts Maist thou inherit too Welcome to Paris Ber. My thankes and dutie are your Maiesties Kin. I would I had that corporall soundnesse now As when thy father and my selfe in friendship First tride out souldiership he did looke farre Into the seruice of the time and was Discipled of the brauest He lasted long But on vs both did haggish Age steale on And wore vs out of act It much repaires me To talke of your good father in his youth He had the wit which I can well obserue To day in our yong Lords but they may iest Till their owne scorne returne to them vnnoted Ere they can hide their leuitie in honour So like a Courtier contempt nor bitternesse Were in his pride or sharpnesse if they were His equall had awak'd them and his honour Clocke to it selfe knew the true minute when Exception bid him speake and at this time His tongue obey d his hand Who were below him He vs'd as creatures of another place And bow'd his eminent top to their low rankes Making them proud of his humilitie In their poore praise he humbled Such a man Might be a copie to these yonger times Which followed well would demonstrate them now But goers backward Ber. His good remembrance sir Lies richer in your thoughts then on his tombe So in approofe liues not his Epitaph As in your royall speech King Would I were with him he would alwaies say Me thinkes I heare him now his plausiue words He scatter'd not in eares but grafted them To grow there and to beare Let me not liue This his good melancholly oft began On the Catastrophe and heele of pastime When it was out Let me not liue quoth hee After my flame lackes oyle to be the snuffe Of yonger spirits whose apprehensiue senses All but new things disdaine whose iudgements are Meere fathers of their garments whose constancies Expire before their fashions this he wish'd I after him do after him wish too Since I nor wax nor honie can bring home I quickly were dissolued from my hiue To giue some Labourers roome L. 2. E. You 'r loued Sir They that least lend it you shall lacke you first Kin. I fill a place I know 't how long ist Count Since the Physitian at your fathers died He was much fam'd Ber. Some six moneths since my Lord. Kin. If he were liuing I would try him yet Lend me an arme the rest haue worne me out With seuerall applications Nature and sicknesse Debate it at their leisure Welcome Count My sonne 's no deerer Ber. Thanke your Maiesty Exit Flourish Enter Countesse Steward and Clowne Coun. I will now heare what say you of this gentlewoman Ste. Maddam the care I haue had to euen your content I wish might be found in the Kalender of my past endeuours for then we wound our Modestie and make foule the clearnesse of our deseruings whenof our selues we publish them Coun. What doe's this knaue heere Get you gone sirra the complaints I haue heard of you I do not all beleeue 't is my slownesse that I doe not For I know you lacke not folly to commit them haue abilitie enough to make such knaueries yours Clo. 'T is not vnknown to you Madam I am a poore fellow Coun. Well sir Clo. No maddam 'T is not so well that I am poore though manie of the rich are damn'd but if I may haue your Ladiships good will to goe to the world Isbell the woman and w will doe as we may Coun. Wilt thou needes be a begger Clo. I doe beg your good will in this case Cou. In what case Clo. In Isbels case and mine owne seruice is no heritage and I thinke I shall neuer haue the blessing of God till I haue issue a my bodie for they say barnes are blessings Cou. Tell me thy reason why thou wilt marrie Clo. My poore bodie Madam requires it I am driuen onby the flesh and hee must needes goe that the diuell driues Cou. Is this all your worships reason Clo. Faith Madam I haue other holie reasons such as they are Con. May the world know them Clo. I haue beene Madam a wicked creature as you and all flesh and blood are and indeede I doe marrie that I may repent Cou. Thy marriage sooner then thy wickednesse Clo. I am out a friends Madam and I hope to haue friends for my wiues sake Cou. Such friends are thine enemies knaue Clo. Y' are shallow Madam in great friends for the knaues come to doe that for me
Lord And was a common gamester to the Campe. Dia. He do's me wrong my Lord If I were so He might haue bought me at a common price Do not beleeue him O behold this Ring Whose high respect and rich validitie Did lacke a Paralell yet for all that He gaue it to a Commoner a' th Campe If I be one Coun. He blushes and 't is hit Of sixe preceding Ancestors that Iemme Confer'd by testament to ' th sequent issue Hath it beene owed and worne This is his wife That Ring 's a thousand proofes King Me thought you saide You saw one heere in Court could witnesse it Dia. I did my Lord but loath am to produce So bad an instrument his names Parrolles Laf. I saw the man to day if man he bee Kin. Finde him and bring him hether Ros What of him He 's quoted for a most pe fidious slaue With all the spots a' th world taxt and debosh'd Whose nature sickens but to speake a truth Am I or that or this for what he 'l vtter That will speake any thing Kin. She hath that Ring of yours Ros I thinke she has certaine it is I lyk'd her And boorded her i' th wanton way of youth She knew her distance and did angle for mee Madding my eagernesse with her restraint As all impediments in fancies course Are motiues of more fancie and in fine Her insuite comming with her moderne grace Subdu'd me to her rate she got the Ring And I had that which any inferiour might At Market price haue bought Dia. I must be patient You that haue turn'd off a first so noble wife May iustly dyet me I pray you yet Since you lacke vertue I will loose a husband Send for your Ring I will returne it home And giue me mine againe Ros I haue it not Kin. What Ring was yours I pray you Dian. Sir much like the same vpon your finger Kin. Know you this Ring this Ring was his of late Dia. And this was it I gaue him being a bed Kin. The story then goes false you threw it him Out of a Casement Dia. I haue spoke the truth Enter Parolles Ros My Lord I do confesse the ring was hers Kin. You boggle shrewdly euery feather starts you Is this the man you speake of Dia. I my Lord. Kin. Tell me sirrah but tell me true I charge you Not fearing the displeasure of your master Which on your iust proceeding I le keepe off By him and by this woman heere what know you Par. So please your Maiesty my master hath bin an honourable Gentleman Trickes hee hath had in him which Gentlemen haue Kin. Come come to ' th' purpose Did hee loue this woman Par. Faith sir he did loue her but how Kin. How I pray you Par. He did loue her sir as a Gent. loues a Woman Kin. How is that Par. He lou'd her sir and lou'd her not Kin. As thou art a knaue and no knaue what an equiuocall Companion is this Par. I am a poore man and at your Maiesties command Laf. Hee 's a good drumme my Lord but a naughtie Orator Dian. Do you know he promist me marriage Par. Faith I know more then I le speake Kin. But wilt thou not speake all thou know'st Par. Yes so please your Maiesty I did goe betweene them as I said but more then that he loued her for indeede he was madde for her and talkt of Sathan and of Limbo and of Furies and I know not what yet I was in that credit with them at that time that I knewe of their going to bed and of other motions as promising her marriage and things which would deriue mee ill will to speake of therefore I will not speake what I know Kin. Thou hast spoken all alreadie vnlesse thou canst say they are maried but thou art too fine in thy euidence therefore stand aside This Ring you say was yours Dia. I my good Lord. Kin. Where did you buy it Or who gaue it you Dia. It was not giuen me nor I did not buy it Kin. Who lent it you Dia. It was not lent me neither Kin. Where did you finde it then Dia. I found it not Kin. If it were yours by none of all these wayes How could you giue it him Dia. I neuer gaue it him Laf. This womans an easie gloue my Lord she goes off and on at pleasure Kin. This Ring was mine I gaue it his first wife Dia. It might be yours or hers for ought I know Kin. Take her away I do not like her now To prison with her and away with him Vnlesse thou telst me where thou hadst this Ring Thou diest within this houre Dia. I le neuer tell you Kin. Take her away Dia. I le put in baile my liedge Kin. I thinke thee now some common Customer Dia. By Ioue if euer I knew man 't was you King Wherefore hast thou accusde him al this while Dia. Because he 's guiltie and he is not guilty He knowes I am no Maid and hee 'l sweare too 't I le sweare I am a Maid and he knowes not Great King I am no strumpet by my life I am either Maid or else this old mans wife Kin. She does abuse our eares to prison with her Dia. Good mother fetch my bayle Stay Royall sir The Ieweller that owes the Ring is sent for And he shall surety me But for this Lord Who hath abus'd me as he knowes himselfe Though yet he neuer harm'd me heere I quit him He knowes himselfe my bed he hath defil'd And at that time he got his wife with childe Dead though she be she feeles her yong one kicke So there 's my riddle one that 's dead is quicke And now behold the meaning Enter Hellen and Widdow Kin. Is there no exorcist Beguiles the truer Office of mine eyes Is' t reall that I see Hel. No my good Lord 'T is but the shadow of a wife you see The name and not the thing Ros Both both O pardon Hel. Oh my good Lord when I was like this Maid I found you wondrous kinde there is your Ring And looke you heere 's your letter this it sayes When from my finger you can get this Ring And is by me with childe c. This is done Will you be mine now you are doubly wonne Ros If she my Liege can make me know this clearly I le loue her dearely euer euer dearly Hel. If it appeare not plaine and proue vntrue Deadly diuorce step betweene me and you O my deere mother do I see you liuing Laf. Mine eyes smell Onions I shall weepe anon Good Tom Drumme lend me a handkercher So I thanke thee waite on me home I le make sport with thee Let thy curtsies alone they are scuruy ones King Let vs from point to point this storie know To make the euen truth in pleasure flow If thou beest yet a fresh vncropped flower Choose thou thy husband and I le pay thy dower For I can guesse that by thy
not so held Communicat'st with Dreames how can this be With what 's vnreall thou coactiue art And fellow'st nothing Then 't is very credent Thou may'st co-ioyne with something and thou do'st And that beyond Commission and I find it And that to the infection of my Braines And hardning of my Browes Pol. What meanes Sicilia Her He something seemes vnsetled Pol. How my Lord Leo. What cheere how is' t with you best Brother Her You look as if you held a Brow of much distraction Are you mou'd my Lord Leo. No in good earnest How sometimes Nature will betray it's folly It 's tendernesse and make it selfe a Pastime To harder bosomes Looking on the Lynes Of my Boyes face me thoughts I did requoyle Twentie three yeeres and saw my selfe vn-breech'd In my greene Veluet Coat my Dagger muzzelâd Least it should bite it's Master and so proue As Ornaments oft do's too dangerous How like me thought I then was to this Kernell This Squash this Gentleman Mine honest Friend Will you take Egges for Money Mam. No my Lord I le fight Leo. You will why happy man be 's dole My Brother Are you so fond of your young Prince as we Doe seeme to be of ours Pol. If at home Sir He 's all my Exercise my Mirth my Matter Now my sworne Friend and then mine Enemy My Parasite my Souldier States-man all He makes a Iulyes day short as December And with his varying child-nesse cures in me Thoughts that would thick my blood Leo. So stands this Squire Offic'd with me We two will walke my Lord And leaue you to your grauer steps Hermione How thou lou'st vs shew in our Brothers welcome Let what is deare in Sicily be cheape Next to thy selfe and my young Rouer he 's Apparant to my heart Her If you would seeke vs We are yours i' th' Garden shall 's attend you there Leo. To your owne bents dispose you you 'le be found Be you beneath the Sky I am angling now Though you perceiue me not how I giue Lyne Goe too goe too How she holds vp the Neb the Byll to him And armes her with the boldnesse of a Wife To her allowing Husband Gone already Ynch-thick knee-deepe ore head and eares a fork'd one Goe play Boy play thy Mother playes and I Play too but so disgrac'd a part whose issue Will hisse me to my Graue Contempt and Clamor Will be my Knell Goe play Boy play there haue been Or I am much deceiu'd Cuckolds ere now And many a man there is euen at this present Now while I speake this holds his Wife by th' Arme That little thinkes she ha's been sluyc'd in 's absence And his Pond fish'd by his next Neighbor by Sir Smile his Neighbor nay there 's comfort in 't Whiles other men haue Gates and those Gates open'd As mine against their will Should all despaire That haue reuolted Wiues the tenth of Mankind Would hang themselues Physick for 't there 's none It is a bawdy Planet that will strike Where 't is predominant and 't is powrefull thinke it From East West North and South be it concluded No Barricodo for a Belly Know 't It will let in and out the Enemy With bag and baggage many thousand on 's Haue the Disease and feele't not How now Boy Mam. I am like you say Leo. Why that 's some comfort What Camillo there Cam. I my good Lord. Leo. Goe play Mamillius thou' rt an honest man Camillo this great Sir will yet stay longer Cam. You had much adoe to make his Anchor hold When you cast out it still came home Leo. Didst note it Cam. He would not stay at your Petitions made His Businesse more materiall Leo. Didst perceiue it They 're here with me already whisp'ring rounding Sicilia is a so-forth 't is farre gone When I shall gust it last How cam't Camillo That he did stay Cam. At the good Queenes entreatie Leo. At the Queenes be 't Good should be pertinent But so it is it is not Was this taken By any vnderstanding Pate but thine For thy Conceit is soaking will draw in More then the common Blocks Not noted is' t But of the finer Natures by some Seueralls Of Head-peece extraordinarie Lower Messes Perchance are to this Businesse purblind say Cam. Businesse my Lord I thinke most vnderstand Bohemia stayes here longer Leo. Ha Cam. Stayes here longer Leo. I but why Cam. To satisfie your Highnesse and the Entreaties Of our most gracious Mistresse Leo. Satisfie Th' entreaties of your Mistresse Satisfie Let that suffice I haue trusted thee Camillo With all the neerest things to my heart as well My Chamber-Councels wherein Priest-like thou Hast cleans'd my Bosome I from thee departed Thy Penitent reform'd but we haue been Deceiu'd in thy Integritie deceiu'd In that which seemes so Cam. Be it forbid my Lord. Leo. To bide vpon 't thou art not honest or If thou inclin'st that way thou art a Coward Which hoxes honestie behind restrayning From Course requir'd or else thou must be counted A Seruant grafted in my serious Trust And therein negligent or else a Foole That seest a Game play'd home the rich Stake drawne And tak'st it all for ieast Cam. My gracious Lord I may be negligent foolish and fearefull In euery one of these no man is free But that his negligence his folly feare Among the infinite doings of the World Sometime puts forth in your affaires my Lord. If euer I were wilfull-negligent It was my folly if industriously I play'd the Foole it was my negligence Not weighing well the end if euer fearefull To doe a thing where I the issue doubted Whereof the execution did cry out Against the non-performance 't was a feare Which oft infects the wisest these my Lord Are such allow'd Infirmities that honestie Is neuer free of But beseech your Grace Be plainer with me let me know my Trespas By it's owne visage if I then deny it 'T is none of mine Leo. Ha' not you seene Camillo But that 's past doubt you haue or your eye-glasse Is thicker then a Cuckolds Horne or heard For to a Vision so apparant Rumor Cannot be mute or thought for Cogitation Resides not in that man that do's not thinke My Wife is slipperie If thou wilt confesse Or else be impudently negatiue To haue nor Eyes nor Eares nor Thought then say My Wife 's a Holy-Horse deserues a Name As ranke as any Flax-Wench that puts to Before her troth-plight say 't and iustify't Cam. I would not be a stander-by to heare My Soueraigne Mistresse clouded so without My present vengeance taken ' shrew my heart You neuer spoke what did become you lesse Then this which to reiterate were sin As deepe as that though true Leo. Is whispering nothing Is leaning Cheeke to Cheeke is meating Noses Kissing with in-side Lip stopping the Caâiere Of Laughter with a sigh a Note infallible Of breaking Honestie horsing foot on foot Skulking in corners wishing Clocks more swift Houres Minutes Noone Mid-night and
be flayd aliue then ' noynted ouer with Honey set on the head of a Waspes Nest then stand till he be three quarters and a dram dead then recouer'd againe with Aquavite or some other hot Infusion then raw as he is and in the hotest day Prognostication proclaymes shall he be set against a Brick-wall the Sunne looking with a South-ward eye vpon him where hee is to behold him with Flyes blown to death But what talke we of these Traitorly-Rascals whose miseries are to be smil'd at their offences being so capitall Tell me for you seeme to be honest plaine men what you haue to the King being something gently consider'd I le bring you where he is aboord tender your persons to his presence whisper him in your behalfes and if it be in man besides the King to effect your Suites here is man shall doe it Clow. He seemes to be of great authoritie close with him giue him Gold and though Authoritie be a stubborne Beâre yet hee is oft led by the Nose with Gold shew the in-side of your Purse to the out-side of his hand and no more adoe Remember âon'd and stay'd aliue Shep. And 't please you Sir to vndertake the Businesse for vs here is that Gold I haue I le make it as much more and leaue this young man in pawne till I bring it you Aut. After I hate done what I promised Shep. I Sir Aut. Well giue me the Moâ Are you a partie in this Businesse Clow. In soâe sârt Sir but though my case be a pittifull one I hope I shall not âs âd out oâ it Aut. Oh that 's the case ãâã the Shepheards Sonne hang him hee 'le be maâ aâ exâle Clow. Comfort âood coâ We must to the King and she âour strange sights ââst know 't is none of your Daughââ my ãâ¦ã are gone else Sir I will giue you as much as this old man do's when the Businesse iâ peâsâed and remaine as he sayes your pawne till it be broughâ you Aut. I will trust you Walke before toward the Sea-side goe on the right hand I will but looke vpon the Hedge and follow you Clow. We are bless'd in this man as I may say euen bless'd Shep. Let 's before as he bids vs he was prouided to doe vs good Aut. If I had a mind to be honest I see Fortune would not suffer mââshâ dâs ãâã in my mouth I am courted now with a double âsion Gold and a means to doe the Prince my Master âod which who knowes how that may turn backe to ãâã âncement I will bring these âwo Mâaieâ tâe âd-ones aboord him if he thinke it âit to shoare thâ againe and that the Complaint they haue âo ãâã King concernes him nothing let him call me Rogâe âoâ being ãâã farre officious for I am proofe against that side and what shame else belongs to 't To him will I present them there may be matter in it Exeunt Actus Quintus Scena Prima Enter Leontes Cleomines Dion Paulina Seruants Florizel Perdita Cleo. Sir you haue done enough and haue perform'd A Saint-like Sorrow No fault could you make Which you haue not redeem'd indeed pay'd downe More penitence then done trespas At the last Doe as the Heauens haue done forget your euill With them forgiue your selfe Leo. Whilest I remember Her and her Vertues I cannot forget My blemishes in them and so still thinke of The wrong I did my selfe which was so much That Heire-lesse it hath made my Kingdome and Destroy'd the sweet'st Companion that ere man Bred his hopes out of true Paul Too true my Lord If one by one you wedded all the World Or from the All that are tooke something good To make a perfect Woman she you kill'd Would be vnparallell'd Leo. I thinke so Kill'd She I kill'd I did so but thou strik'st me Sorely to say I did it is as bitter Vpon thy Tongue as in my Thought Now good now Say so but seldome Cleo. Not at all good Lady You might haue spoken a thousand things that would Haue done the time more benefit and grac'd Your kindnesse better Paul You are one of those Would haue him wed againe Dio. If you would not so You pitty not the State nor the Remembrance Of his most Soueraigne Name Consider little What Dangers by his Highnesse faile of Issue May drop vpon his Kingdome and deuouâe Incertaine lookers on What were more holy Then to reioyce the former Queene is well What holyer then for Royalties repayre For present comfort and for future good To blesse the Bed of Maiestie againe With a sweet Fellow to 't Paul There is none worthy Respecting her that 's gone besides the Gods Will haue fulfill'd their secret purposes For ha's not the Diuine Apollo said Is' t not the tenor of his Oracle That King Leontes shall not haue an Heire Till his lost Child be found Which that it shall Iâ all as monstrous to our humane reason As my Antigonus to breake his Graue And come againe to me who on my life Did perish with the Infant 'T is your councell My Lord should to the Heauens be contrary Oppose against their wills Care not for Issue The Crowne will find an Heire Great Alexander Left his to th' Worthiest so his Successor Was like to be the best Leo. Good Paulina Who hast the memorie of Hermione I know in honor O that euer I Had squar'd me to thy councell then euen now I might haue look'd vpon my Queenes full eyes Haue taken Treasure from her Lippes Paul And left them More rich for what they yeelded Leo. Thou speak'st truth No more such Wiues therefore no Wife one worse And better vs'd would make her Sainted Spirit Againe possesse her Corps and on this Stage Where we Offendors now appeare Soule-vext And begin why to me Paul Had she such power She had iust such cause Leo. She had and would incense me To murther her I marryed Paul I should so Were I the Ghost that walk'd I l'd bid you marke Her eye and tell me for what dull part in 't You chose her then I l'd shrieke that euen your eares Should rift to heare me and the words that follow'd Should be Remember mine Leo. Starres Starres And all eyes else dead coales feare thou no Wife I le haue no Wife Paulina Paul Will you sweare Neuer to marry but by my free leaue Leo. Neuer Paulina so be bless'd my Spirit Paul Then good my Lords beare witnesse to his Oath Cleo. You tempt him ouer-much Paul Vnlesse another As like Hermione as is her Picture Affront his eye Cleo. Good Madame I haue done Paul Yet if my Lord will marry if you will Sir No remedie but you will Giue me the Office To chuse you a Queene she shall not be so young As was your former but she shall be such As walk'd your first Queenes Ghost it should take ioy To see her in your armes Leo. My true Paulina We shall not marry till thou bidst vs. Paul That
borne this will breake out To all our sorrowes and ere long I doubt Exeunt Io. They burn in indignation I repent Enter Mes There is no sure foundation set on blood No certaine life atchieu'd by others death A fearefull eye thou hast Where is that blood That I haue seene inhabite in those cheekes So foule a skie cleeres not without a storme Poure downe thy weather how goes all in France Mes From France to England neuer such a powre For any forraigne preparation Was leuied in the body of a land The Copie of your speede is learn'd by them For when you should be told they do prepare The tydings comes that they are all arriu'd Ioh. Oh where hath our Intelligence bin drunke Where hath it slept Where is my Mothers care That such an Army could be drawne in France And she not heare of it Mes My Liege her eare Is stopt with dust the first of Aprill di'de Your noble mother and as I heare my Lord The Lady Constance in a frenzie di'de Three dayes before but this from Rumors tongue I idely heard if true or false I know not Iohn With-hold thy speed dreadfull Occasion O make a league with me 'till I haue pleas'd My discontented Peeres What Mother dead How wildely then walkes my Estate in France Vnder whose conduct came those powres of France That thou for truth giu'st out are landed heere Mes Vnder the Dolphin Enter Bastard and Peter of Pomfret Ioh. Thou hast made me giddy With these ill tydings Now What sayes the world To your proceedings Do not seeke to stuffe My head with more ill newes for it is full Bast But if you be a-feard to heare the worst Then let the worst vn-heard fall on your head Iohn Beare with me Cosen for I was amaz'd Vnder the tide but now I breath againe Aloft the flood and can giue audience To any tongue speake it of what it will Bast How I haue sped among the Clergy men The summes I haue collected shall expresse But as I trauail'd hither through the land I finde the people strangely fantasied Possest with rumors full of idle dreames Not knowing what they feare but full of feare And here 's a Prophet that I brought with me From forth the streets of Pomfret whom I found With many hundreds treading on his heeles To whom he sung in rude harsh sounding rimes That ere the next Ascension day at noone Your Highnes should deliuer vp your Crowne Iohn Thou idle Dreamer wherefore didst thou so Pet. Fore-knowing that the truth will fall out so Iohn Hubert away with him imprison him And on that day at noone whereon he sayes I shall yeeld vp my Crowne let him be hang'd Deliuer him to safety and returne For I must vse thee O my gentle Cosen Hear'st thou the newes abroad who are arriu'd Bast The French my Lord mens mouths are ful of it Besides I met Lord Bigot and Lord Salisburie With eyes as red as new enkindled fire And others more going to seeke the graue Of Arthur whom they say is kill'd to night on your suggestion Iohn Gentle kinsman go And thrust thy selfe into their Companies I haue a way to winne their loues againe Bring them before me Bast I will seeke them out Iohn Nay but make haste the better foote before O let me haue no subiect enemies When aduerse Forreyners affright my Townes With dreadfull pompe of stout inuasion Be Mercurie set feathers to thy heeles And flye like thought from them to me againe Bast The spirit of the time shall teach me speed Exit Iohn Spoke like a sprightfull Noble Gentleman Go after him for he perhaps shall neede Some Messenger betwixt me and the Peeres And be thou hee Mes With all my heart my Liege Iohn My mother dead Enter Hubert Hub. My Lord they say fiue Moones were seene to night Foure fixed and the fift did whirle about The other foure in wondrous motion Ioh. Fiue Moones Hub. Old men and Beldames in the streets Do prophesie vpon it dangerously Yong Arthurs death is common in their mouths And when they talke of him they shake their heads And whisper one another in the eare And he that speakes doth gripe the hearers wrist Whilst he that heares makes fearefull action With wrinkled browes with nods with rolling eyes I saw a Smith stand with his hammer thus The whilst his Iron did on the Anuile coole With open mouth swallowing a Taylors newes Who with his Sheeres and Measure in his hand Standing on slippers which his nimble haste Had falsely thrust vpon contrary feete Told of a many thousand warlike French That were embattailed and rank'd in Kent Another leane vnwash'd Artificer Cuts off his tale and talkes of Arthurs death Io. Why seek'st thou to possesse me with these feares Why vrgest thou so oft yong Arthurs death Thy hand hath murdred him I had a mighty cause To wish him dead but thou hadst none to kill him H No had my Lord why did you not prouoke me Iohn It is the curse of Kings to be attended By slaues that take their humors for a warrant To breake within the bloody house of life And on the winking of Authoritie To vnderstand a Law to know the meaning Of dangerous Maiesty when perchance it frownes More vpon humor then aduis'd respect Hub. Heere is your hand and Seale for what I did Ioh. Oh when the last accompt twixt heauen earth Is to be made then shall this hand and Seale Witnesse against vs to damnation How oft the sight of meanes to do ill deeds Make deeds ill done Had'st not thou beene by A fellow by the hand of Nature mark'd Quoted and sign'd to do a deede of shame This murther had not come into my minde But taking note of thy abhorr'd Aspect Finding thee fit for bloody villanie Apt liable to be employ'd in danger I faintly broke with thee of Arthurs death And thou to be endeered to a King Made it no conscience to destroy a Prince Hub. My Lord. Ioh. Had'st thou but shooke thy head or made a pause When I spake darkely what I purposed Or turn'd an eye of doubt vpon my face As bid me tell my tale in expresse words Deepe shame had struck me dumbe made me break off And those thy feares might haue wrought feares in me But thou didst vnderstand me by my signes And didst in signes againe parley with sinne Yea without stop didst let thy heart consent And consequently thy rude hand to acte The deed which both our tongues held vilde to name Out of my sight and neuer see me more My Nobles leaue me and my State is braued Euen at my gates with rankes of forraigne powres Nay in the body of this fleshly Land This kingdome this Confine of blood and breathe Hostilitie and ciuill tumult reignes Betweene my conscience and my Cosins death Hub. Arme you against your other enemies I le make a peace betweene your soule and you Yong Arthur is aliue This hand of mine Is
Will serue to strangle thee A rush will be a beame To hang thee on Or wouldst thou drowne thy selfe Put but a little water in a spoone And it shall be as all the Ocean Enough to stifle such a villaine vp I do suspect thee very greeuously Hub. If I in act consent or sinne of thought Be guiltie of the stealing that sweete breath Which was embounded in this beauteous clay Let hell want paines enough to torture me I left him well Bast Go beare him in thine armes am amaz'd me thinkes and loose my way Among the thornes and dangers of this world How easie dost thou take all England vp From forth this morcell of dead Royaltie The life the right and truth of all this Realme Is fled to heauen and England now is left To tug and scamble and to part by th' teeth The vn-owed interest of proud swelling State Now for the bare-pickt bone of Maiesty Doth dogged warre bristle his angry crest And snarleth in the gentle eyes of peace Now Powers from home and discontents at home Meet in one line and vast confusion waites As doth a Rauen on a sicke-falne beast The iminent decay of wrested pompe Now happy he whose cloake and center can Hold out this tempest Beare away that childe And follow me with speed I le to the King A thousand businesses are briefe in hand And heauen it selfe doth frowne vpon the Land Exit Actus Quartus Scaena prima Enter King Iohn and Pandolph attendants K. Iohn Thus haue I yeelded vp into your hand The Circle of my glory Pan. Take againe From this my hand as holding of the Pope Your Soueraigne greatnesse and authoritie Iohn Now keep your holy word go meet the French And from his holinesse vse all your power To stop their marches 'fore we are enflam'd Our discontented Counties doe reuolt Our people quarrell with obedience Swearing Allegiance and the loue of soule To stranger-bloud to forâen Royalty This inundation of mistempred humor Rests by you onely to be qualified Then pause not for the present time 's so sicke That present medcine must be ministred Or ouerthrow incureable ensues Pand. It was my breath that blew this Tempest vp Vpon your stubborne vsage of the Pope But since you are a gentle conuertite My tongue shall hush againe this storme of warre And make faire weather in your blustring land On this Ascention day remember well Vpon your oath of seruice to the Pope Goe I to make the French lay downe their Armes Exit Iohn Is this Ascension day did not the Prophet Say that before Ascension day at noone My Crowne I should giue off euen so I haue I did suppose it should be on constraint But heau'n be thank'd it is but voluntary Enter Bastard Bast All Kent hath yeelded nothing there holds out But Douer Castle London hath receiu'd Like a kinde Host the Dolphin and his powers Your Nobles will not heare you but are gone To offer seruice to your enemy And wilde amazement hurries vp and downe The little number of your doubtfull friends Iohn Would not my Lords returne to me againe After they heard yong Arthur was aliue Bast. They found him dead and cast into the streets An empty Casket where the Iewell of life By some damn'd hand was rob'd and tane away Iohn That villaine Hubert told me he did liue Bast So on my soule he did for ought he knew But wherefore doe you droope why looke you sad Be great in act as you haue beene in thought Let not the world see feare and sad distrust Gouerne the motion of a kinglye eye Be stirring as the time be fire with fire Threaten the threatner and out-face the brow Of bragging horror So shall inferior eyes That borrow their behauiours from the great Grow great by your example and put on The dauntlesse spirit of resolution Away and glister like the god of warre When he intendeth to become the field Shew boldnesse and aspiring confidence What shall they seeke the Lion in his denne And fright him there and make him tremble there Oh let it not be said forrage and runne To meet displeasure farther from the dores And grapple with him ere he come so nye Iohn The Legat of the Pope hath beene with mee And I haue made a happy peace with him And he hath promis'd to dismisse the Powers Led by the Dolphin Bast Oh inglorious league Shall we vpon the footing of our land Send fayre-play-orders and make comprimise Insinuation parley and base truce To Armes Inuasiue Shall a beardlesse boy A cockred-silken wanton braue our fields And flesh his spirit in a warre-like soyle Mocking the ayre with colours idlely spred And finde no checke Let vs my Liege to Armes Perchance the Cardinall cannot make your peace Or if he doe let it at least be said They saw we had a purpose of defence Iohn Haue thou the ordering of this present time Bast Away then with good courage yet I know Our Partie may well meet a prowder foe Exeunt Scoena Secunda Enter in Armes Dolphin Salisbury Meloone Pembroke Bigot Souldiers Dol. My Lord Melloone let this be coppied out And keepe it safe for our remembrance Returne the president to these Lords againe That hauing our faire order written downe Both they and we perusing ore these notes May know wherefore we tooke the Sacrament And keepe our faithes firme and inuiolable Sal. Vpon our sides it neuer shall be broken And Noble Dolphin albeit we sweare A voluntary zeale and an vn-urg'd Faith To your proceedings yet beleeue me Prince I am not glad that such a sore of Time Should seeke a plaster by contemn'd reuolt And heale the inueterate Canker of one wound By making many Oh it grieues my soule That I must draw this mettle from my side To be a widdow-maker oh and there Where honourable rescue and defence Cries out vpon the name of Salisbury But such is the infection of the time That for the health and Physicke of our right We cannot deale but with the very hand Of sterne Iniustice and confused wrong And is' t not pitty oh my grieued friends That we the sonnes and children of this Isle Was borne to see so sad an houre as this Wherein we step after a stranger march Vpon her gentle bosom and fill vp Her Enemies rankes I must withdraw and weepe Vpon the spot of this inforced cause To grace the Gentry of a Land remote And follow vnacquainted colours heere What heere O Nation that thou couldst remoue That Neptunes Armes who clippeth thee about Would beare thee from the knowledge of thy selfe And cripple thee vnto a Pagan shore Where these two Christian Armies might combine The bloud of malice in a vaine of league And not to spend it so vn-neighbourly Dolph A noble temper dost thou shew in this And great affections wrastling in thy bosome Doth make an earth-quake of Nobility Oh what a noble combat hast fought Between compulsion and a braue respect Let me wipe off this
it At Couentree vpon S. Lamberts day There shall your swords and Lances arbitrate The swelling difference of your setled hate Since we cannot attone you you shall see Iustice designe the Victors Chiualrie Lord Marshall command our Officers at Armes Be readie to direct these home Alarmes Exeunt Scaena Secunda Enter Gaunt and Dutchesse of Gloâcester Gaunt Alas the part I had in Glousters blood Doth more solicite me then your exclaimes To stirre against the Butchers of his life But since correction lyeth in those hands Which made the fault that we cannot correct Put we our quarrell to the will of heauen Who when they see the houres ripe on earth Will raigne hot vengeance on offenders heads Dut. Findes brotherhood in thee no sharper spurre Hath loue in thy old blood no liuing fire Edwards seuen sonnes whereof thy selfe art one Were as seuen violles of his Sacred blood Or seuen faire branches springing from one roote Some of those seuen are dride by natures course Some of those branches by the destinies cut But Thomas my deere Lord my life my Glouster One Violl full of Edwards Sacred blood One flourishing branch of his most Royall roote Is crack'd and all the precious liquor spilt Is hackt downe and his summer leafes all vaded By Enuies hand and Murders bloody Axe Ah Gaunt His blood was thine that bed that wombe That mettle that selfe-mould that fashion'd thee Made him a man and though thou liu'st and breath'st Yet art thou slaine in him thou dost consent In some large measure to thy Fathers death In that thou seest thy wretched brother dye Who was the modell of thy Fathers life Call it not patience Gaunt it is dispaire In suffering thus thy brother to be slaughter'd Thou shew'st the naked pathway to thy life Teaching sterne murther how to butcher thee That which in meane men we intitle patience Is pale cold cowardice in noble brests What shall I say to safegard thine owne life The best way is to venge my Glousters death Gaunt Heauens is the quarrell for heauens substitute His Deputy annointed in his sight Hath caus'd his death the which if wrongfully Let heauen reuenge for I may neuer lift An angry arme against his Minister Dut. Where then alas may I complaint my selfe Gau. To heauen the widdowes Champion to defence Dut. Why then I will farewell old Gaunt Thou go'st to Couentrie there to behold Our Cosine Herford and fell Mowbray fight O sit my husbands wrongs on Herfords speare That it may enter butcher Mowbrayes brest Or if misfortune misse the first carreere Be Mowbrayes sinnes so heauy in his bosome That they may breake his foaming Coursers backe And throw the Rider headlong in the Lists A Gaytiffe recreant to my Cosine Herford Farewell old Gaunt thy sometimes brothers wife With her companion Greefe must end her life Gau. Sister farewell I must to Couentree As much good stay with thee as go with mee Dut. Yet one word more Greefe boundeth where it falls Not with the emptie hollownes but weight I take my leaue before I haue begun For sorrow ends not when it seemeth done Commend me to my brother Edmund Yorke Loe this is all nay yet depart not so Though this be all do not so quickly go I shall remember more Bid him Oh what With all good speed at Plashie visit mee Alacke and what shall good old Yorke there see But empty lodgings and vnfurnish'd walles Vn-peopel'd Offices vntroden stones And what heare there for welcome but my grones Therefore commend me let him not come there To seeke out sorrow that dwels euery where Desolate desolate will I hence and dye The last leaue of thee takes my weeping eye Exeunt Scena Tertia Enter Marshall and Aumerle Mar. My L. Aumerle is Harry Herford arm'd Aum. Yea at all points and longs to enter in Mar. The Duke of Norfolke sprightfully and bold Stayes but the summons of the Appealants Trumpet Au. Why then the Champions are prepar'd and stay For nothing but his Maiesties approach Flourish Enter King Gaunt Bushy Bagot Greene others Then Mowbray in Armor and Harrold Rich. Marshall demand of yonder Champion The cause of his arriuall heere in Armes Aske him his name and orderly proceed To sweare him in the iustice of his cause Mar. In Gods name and the Kings say who y u art And why thou com'st thus knightly clad in Armes Against what man thou com'st and what 's thy quarrell Speake truly on thy knighthood and thine oath As so defend thee heauen and thy valour Mow. My name is Tho. Mowbray Duke of Norfolk Who hither comes engaged by my oath Which heauen defend a knight should violate Both to defend my loyalty and truth To God my King and his succeeding issue Against the Duke of Herford that appeales me And by the grace of God and this mine arme To proue him in defending of my selfe A Traitor to my God my King and me And as I truly fight defend me heauen Tucket Enter Hereford and Harold Rich. Marshall Aske yonder Knight in Armes Both who he is and why he commeth hither Thus placed in habiliments of warre And formerly according to our Law Depose him in the iustice of his cause Mar. What is thy name and wherfore comst y u hither Before King Richard in his Royall Lists Against whom com'st thou and what 's thy quarrell Speake like a true Knight so defend thee heauen Bul. Harry of Herford Lancaster and Derbie Am I who ready heere do stand in Armes To proue by heauens grace and my bodies valour In Lists on Thomas Mowbray Duke of Norfolke That he 's a Traitor foule and dangerous To God of heauen King Richard and to me And as I truly fight defend me heauen Mar. On paine of death no person be so bold Or daring hardie as to touch the Listes Except the Marshall and such Officers Appointed to direct these faire designes Bul. Lord Marshall let me kisse my Soueraigns hand And bow my knee before his Maiestie For Mowbray and my selfe are like two men That vow a long and weary pilgrimage Then let vs take a ceremonious leaue And loâing farwell of our seuerall friends Mar. The Appealant in all duty greets your Highnes And craues to kisse your hand and take his leaue Rich. We will descend and fold him in our armes Cosin of Herford as thy cause is iust So be thy fortune in this Royall fight Farewell my blood which if to day thou shead Lament we may but not reuenge thee dead Bull. Oh let no noble eye prophane a teare For me if I be gor'd with Mowbrayes speare As confident as is the Falcons flight Against a bird do I with Mowbray fight My louing Lord I take my leaue of you Of you my Noble Cosin Lord Aumerle Not sicke although I haue to do with death But lustie yong and cheerely drawing breath Loe as at English Feasts so I regreete The daintiest last to make the end most sweet Oh thou the earthy
something hath the nothing that I greeue 'T is in reuersion that I do possesse But what it is that is not yet knowne what I cannot name 't is namelesse woe I wot Enter Greene. Gree. Heauen saue your Maiesty and wel met Gentlemen I hope the King is not yet shipt for Ireland Qu. Why hop'st thou so T is better hope he is For his designes craue hast his hast good hope Then wherefore dost thou hope he is not shipt Gre. That he our hope might haue retyr'd his power and driuen into dispaire an enemies hope Who strongly hath set footing in this Land The banish'd Bullingbrooke repeales himselfe And with vp-lifted Armes is safe arriu'd At Rauenspurg Qu. Now God in heauen forbid Gr. O Madam 't is too true and that is worse The L. Northumberland his yong sonne Henrie Percie The Lords of Rosse Beaumond and Willoughby With all their powrefull friends are fled to him Bush Why haue you not proclaim'd Northumberland And the rest of the reuolted faction Traitors Gre. We haue where upon the Earle of Worcester Hath broke his staffe resign'd his Stewardship And al the houshold seruant fled with him to Bullinbrook Qu. So Greene thou art the midwife of my woe And Bullinbrooke my sorrowes dismall heyre Now hath my soule brought forth her prodegie And I a gasping new deliuered mother Haue woe to woe sorrow to sorrow ioyn'd Bush Dispaire not Madam Qu. Who shall hinder me I will dispaire and be at enmitie With couzening hope he is a Flatterer A Parasite a keeper backe of death Who gently would dissolue the bands of life Which false hopes linger in extremity Enter Yorke Gre. Heere comes the Duke of Yorke Qu. With signes of warre about his aged necke Oh full of carefull businesse are his lookes Vncle for heauens sake speake comfortable words Yor. Comfort 's in heauen and we are on the earth Where nothing liues but crosses care and greefe Your husband he is gone to saile farre off Whilst others come to make him loose at home Heere am I left to vnder-prop his Land Who weake with age cannot support my selfe Now comes the sicke houre that his surfet made Now shall he try his friends that flattered him Enter a seruant Ser. My Lord your sonne was gone before I came Yor. He was why so go all which way it will The Nobles they are fled the Commons they are cold And will I feare reuolt on Herfords side Sirra get thee to Plathie to my sister Gloster Bid her send me presently a thousand pound Hold take my Ring Ser. My Lord I had forgot To tell your Lordship to day I came by and call'd there But â shall greeue you to report the rest Yor. What is' t knaue Ser. An houre before I came the Dutchesse di'de Yor. Heau'n for his mercy what a tide of woes Come rushing on this wofull Land at once I know not what to do I would to heauen So my vntruth had not prouok'd him to it The King had cut off my head with my brothers What are there postes dispatcht for Ireland How shall we do for money for these warres Come sister Cozen I would say pray pardon me Go fellow get thee home poouide some Carts And bring away the Armour that is there Gentlemen will you muster men If I know how or which way to order these affaires Thus disorderly thrust into my hands Neuer beleeue me Both are my kinsmen Th' one is my Soueraigne whom both my oath And dutie bids defend th' other againe Is my kinsman whom the King hath wrong'd Whom conscience and my kindred bids to right Well somewhat we must do Come Cozen I le dispose of you Gentlemen go muster vp your men And meet me presently at Barkley Castle I should to Plashy too but time will not permit All is vneuen and euery thing is left at six and seuen Exit Bush The winde sits faire for newes to go to Ireland But none returnes For vs to leuy power Proportionable to th' enemy is all impossible Gr. Besides our neerenesse to the King in loue Is neere the hate of those loue not the King Ba And that 's the wauering Commons for their loue Lies in their purses and who so empties them By so much fils their hearts with deadly hate Bush Wherein the king stands generally condemn'd Bag. If iudgement lye in them then so do we Because we haue beene euer neere the King Gr. Well I will for refuge straight to Bristoll Castle The Earle of Wiltshire is alreadie there Bush Thither will I with you for little office Will the hatefull Commons performe for vs Except like Curres to teare vs all in peeces Will you go along with vs Bag. No I will to Ireland to his Maiestie Farewell if hearts presages be not vaine We three here part that neu'r shall meete againe Bu. That 's as Yorke thriues to beate back Bullinbroke Gr. Alas poore Duke the taske he vndertakes Iâ numbring sands and drinking Oceans drie Where one on his side sights thousands will flye Bush Farewell at once for once for all and euer Well we may meete againe Bag. I feare me neuer Exit Scaena Tertia Enter the Duke of Hereford and Northumberland Bul. How farre is it my Lord to Berkley now Nor. Beleeue me noble Lord I am a stranger heere in Gloustershire These high wilde hâlles and rough vneeuen waies Drawes out our miles and makes them wearisome And yet our faire discourse hath beene as sugar Making the hard way sweet and delectable But â bethinke me what a wearie way From Rauenspurgh to Cottshold will be found In Rosse and Willoughby wanting your companie Which I protest hath very much beguild The tediousnesse and processe of my trauell But theirs is sweetned with the hope to haue The present benefit that I possesse And hope to ioy is little lesse in ioy Then hope enioy'd By this the wearie Lords Shall make their way seeme short as mâne hath done By sight of what I haue your Noble Companie Bull. Of much lesse value is my Companie Then your good words but who comes here Enter H. Percie North. It is my Sonne young Harry Percie Sent from my Brother Worcester Whence soeuer Harry how fares your Vnckle Percie I had thought my Lord to haue learn'd his health of you North. Why is he not with the Queene Percie No my good Lord he hath forsook the Court Broken his Staffe of Office and disperst The Household of the King North. What was his reason He was not so resolu'd when we last spake together Percie Because your Lordship was proclaimed Traitor But hee my Lord is gone to Rauenspurgh To offer seruice to the Duke of Hereford And sent me ouer by Barkely to discouer What power the Duke of Yorke had leuied there Then with direction to repaire to Rauenspurgh North. Haue you forgot the Duke of Hereford Boy Percie No my good Lord for that is not forgot Which ne're I did remember to my knowledge I neuer
in my life did looke on him North. Then learne to know him now this is the Duke Percie My gracious Lord I tender you my seruice Such as it is being render raw and young Which elder dayes shall ripen and confirme To more approued seruice and desert Bull. I thanke thee gentle Percie and be sure I count my selfe in nothing else so happy As in a Soule remembring my good Friends And as my Fortune ripens with thy Loue It shall be still thy true Loues recompence My Heart this Couenant makes my Hand thus seales it North. How farre is it to Barkely and what stirre Keepes good old Yorke there with his Men of Warre Percie There stands the Castle by yond tuft of Trees Mann'd with three hundred men as I haue heard And in it are the Lords of Yorke Barkely and Seymor None else of Name and noble estimate Enter Rosse aâd Willoughby North. Here con nâ the Lords of Rosse and Willoughby Bloody with spurring siâ red with hasle Bull. Welcome my Lords I wot your loue pursues A banisht Prayâ ãâã my Treasurie ãâã that vasel ãâ¦ã which more enrichâd Shall be your loue and lab was recompence Râ Your presence makes vs rich most Noble Lord. ãâã And sure surmounts our labour to attaine it ãâã Euermore thankes th' Exchequer of the poore Which till my infant-fortune comes to yeeres Stands for my Bountie but who comes here Enter Barkely North. It is my Lord of Barkely as I ghesse Bark My Lord of Hereford my Message is to you Bull. My Lord my Answere is to Lancaster And I am come to seeke that Name in England And I must finde that Title in your Tongue Before I make reply to aught you say Bark Mistake me not my Lord 't is not my meaning To raze one Title of your Honor out To you my Lord I come what Lord you will From the most glorious of this Land The Duke of Yorke to know what pricks you on To take aduantage of the absent time And fright our Natiue Peace with selfe-borne Armes Enter Yorke Bull. I shall not need transport my words by you Here comes his Grace in Person My Noble Vnckle York Shew me thy humble heart and not thy knee Whose dutie is deceiuable and false Bull. My gracious Vnckle York Tut tut Grace me no Grace nor Vnckle me I am no Traytors Vnckle and that word Grace In an vngracious mouth is but prophane Why haue these banish'd and forbidden Legges Dar'd once to touch a Dust of Englands Ground But more then why why haue they dar'd to march So many miles vpon her peacefull Bosome Frighting her pale-fac'd Villages with Warre And oftentation of despised Armes Com'st thou because th' anoynted King is hence Why foolish Boy the King is left behind And in my loyall Bosome lyes his power Were I buâ now the Lord of such hot youth Aâ when braue Gaunt thy Father and my selfe Rescued the Black Prince that yong Mars of men From forth the Rankes of many thousand French Oh then how quickly should this Arme of mine Now Prisoner to the Palsie chastise thee And minister correction to thy Fault Bull. My gracious Vnckle let me know my Fault On what Condition stands it and wherein York Euen in Condition of the worst degree In grosse Rebellion and detested Treason Thou art a banish'd man and here art come Before th' expiration of thy time In brauing Atmâs against thy Soueraigne Bull. As I was banish'd I was banish'd Hereford But as I come I come for Lancaster And Noble Vnckle I beseech your Grace Looke on my Wrongs with an indifferent eye You are my Father for me thinkes in you I see old Gaunt aliue Oh then my Father Will you permit that I shall stand condemn'd A wandring Vagabond my Rights and Royalties Pluckt from my armes âerforce and giuen away To vpstart Vnthrifts Wherefore was I borne If that my Cousin King be King of England It must be graunted I am Duke of Lancaster You haue a Sonne Aumerle my Noble Kinsman Had you first died and he beene thus trod downe He should haue found his Vnckle Gaunt a Father To rowze his Wrongs and chase them to the bay I am denyde to sue my Liuerie here And yet my Letters Patents giue me leaue My Fathers goods are all distraynd and sold And these and all are all amisse imployd What would you haue me doe I am a Subiect And challenge Law Attorneyes are deny'd me And therefore personally I lay my claime To my Inheritance of free Discent North. The Noble Duke hath been too much abus'd Ross It stands your Grace vpon to doe him right Willo Base men by his endowments are made great York My Lords of England let me tell you this I haue had feeling of my Cosens Wrongs And labour'd all I could to doe him right But in this kind to come in brauing Armes Be his owne Caruer and cut out his way To find out Right with Wrongs it may not be And you that doe abett him in this kind Cherâsh Rebellion and are Rebels all North. The Noble Duke hath sworne his comming is But for his owne and for the right of that Wee all haue strongly sworne to giue him ayd And let him neu'r see Ioy that breakes that Oath York Well well I see the issue of these Armes I cannot mend it I must needes confesse Because my power is weake and all ill left But if I could by him that gaue me life I would attach you all and make you stoope Vnto the Soueraigne Mercy of the King But since I cannot be it knowne to you I doe remaine as Neuter So fare you well Vnlesse you please to enter in the Castle And there repose you for this Night Bull. An offer Vnckle that wee will accept But wee must winne your Grace to goe with vs To Bristow Castle which they say is held By Bushie Bagot and their Complices The Caterpillers of the Commonwealth Which I haue sworne to weed and plucke away York It may be I will go with you but yet I le pawse For I am loth to breake our Countries Lawes Nor Friends nor Foes to me welcome you are Things past redresse are now with me past care Exeunt Scoena Quarta Enter Salisbury and a Captaine Capt. My Lord of Salisbury we haue stayd ten dayes And hardly kept our Countreymen together And yet we heare no tidings from the King Therefore we will disperse our selues farewell Sal. Stay yet another day thou trustie Welchman The King reposeth all his confidence in thee Capt. 'T is thought the King is dead we will not stay The Bay-trees in our Countrey all are wither'd And Meteors fright the fixed Starres of Heauen The pale-fac'd Moone lookes bloody on the Earth And leane-look'd Prophets whisper fearefull change Rich men looke sad and Ruffians dance and leape The one in feare to loose what they enioy The other to enioy by Rage and Warre These signes fore-run the death of Kings Farewell our Countreymen
North. Sorrow and griefe of heart Makes him speake fondly like a frantick man Yet he is come Bull. Stand all apart And shew faire dutie to his Maiestie My gracious Lord. Rich. Faire Cousin You debase your Princely Knee To make the base Earth prowd with kissing it Me rather had my Heart might feele your Loue Then my vnpleas'd Eye see your Courtesie Vp Cousin vp your Heart is vp I know Thus high at least although your Knee below Bull. My gracious Lord I come but for mine owne Rich. Your owne is yours and I am yours and all Bull. So farre be mine my most redoubted Lord As my true seruice shall deserue your loue Rich. Well you deseru'd They well deserue to haue That know the strong'st and surest way to get Vnckle giue me your Hand nay drie your Eyes Teares shew their Loue but want their Remedies Cousin I am too young to be your Father Though you are old enough to be my Heire What you will haue I le giue and willing to For doe we must what force will haue vs doe Set on towards London Cousin is it so Bull. Yea my good Lord. Rich. Then I must not say no. Flourish Exeunt Scena Quarta Enter the Queene and two Ladies Qu. What sport shall we deuise here in this Garden To driue away the heauie thought of Care La. Madame wee 'le play at Bowles Qu. 'T will make me thinke the World is full of Rubs And that my fortune runnes against the Byas La. Madame wee 'le Dance Qu. My Legges can keepe no measure in Delight When my poore Heart no measure keepes in Griefe Therefore no Dancing Girle some other sport La. Madame wee 'le tell Tales Qu. Of Sorrow or of Griefe La. Of eyther Madame Qu. Of neyther Girle For if of Ioy being altogether wanting It doth remember me the more of Sorrow Or if of Griefe being altogether had It addes more Sorrow to my want of Ioy For what I haue I need not to repeat And what I want it bootes not to complaine La. Madame I le sing Qu. 'T is well that thou hast cause But thou should'st please me better would'st thou weepe La. I could weepe Madame would it doe you good Qu. And I could sing would weeping doe me good And neuer borrow any Teare of thee Enter a Gardiner and two Seruants But stay here comes the Gardiners Let 's step into the shadow of these Trees My wretchednesse vnto a Rowe of Pinnes They 'le talke of State for euery one doth so Against a Change Woe is fore-runne with Woe Gard. Goe binde thou vp yond dangling Apricocks Which like vnruly Children make their Syre Stoupe with oppression of their prodigall weight Giue some supportance to the bending twigges Goe thou and like an Executioner Cut off the heads of too fast growing sprayes That looke too loftie in our Common-wealth All must be euen in our Gouernment You thus imploy'd I will goe root away The noysome Weedes that without profit sucke The Soyles fertilitie from wholesome flowers Ser. Why should we in the compasse of a Pale Keepe Law and Forme and due Proportion Shewing as in a Modell our firme Estate When our Sea-walled Garden the whole Land Is full of Weedes her fairest Flowers choakt vp Her Fruit-trees all vnpruin'd her Hedges ruin'd Her Knots disorder'd and her wholesome Hearbes Swarming with Caterpillers Gard. Hold thy peace He that hath suffer'd this disorder'd Spring Hath now himselfe met with the Fall of Leafe The Weeds that his broad-spreading Leaues did shelter That seem'd in eating him to hold him vp Are pull'd vp Root and all by Bullingbrooke I meane the Earle of Wiltshire Bushie Greene. Ser. What are they dead Gard. They are And Bullingbrooke hath seiz'd the wastefull King Oh what pitty is it that he had not so trim'd And drest his Land as we this Garden at time of yeare And wound the Barke the skin of our Fruit-trees Least being ouer-proud with Sap and Blood With too much riches it confound it selfe Had he done so to great and growing men They might haue liu'd to beare and he to taste Their fruites of dutie Superfluous branches We lop away that bearing boughes may liue Had he done so himselfe had borne the Crowne Which waste and idle houres hath quite thrown downe Ser. What thinke you the King shall be depos'd Gar. Deprest he is already and depos'd 'T is doubted he will be Letters came last night To a deere Friend of the Duke of Yorkes That tell blacke tydings Qu. Oh I am prest to death through want of speaking Thou old Adams likenesse set to dresse this Garden How dares thy harsh rude tongue sound this vnpleasing newes What Eue what Serpent hath suggested thee To make a second fall of cursed man Why do'st thou say King Richard is depos'd Dar'st thou thou little better thing then earth Diuine his downfall Say where when and how Cam'st thou by this ill-tydings Speake thou wretch Gard. Pardon me Madam Little ioy haue I To breath these newes yet what I say is true King Richard he is in the mighty hold Of Bullingbrooke their Fortunes both are weigh'd In your Lords Scale is nothing but himselfe And some few Vanities that make him light But in the Ballance of great Bullingbrooke Besides himselfe are all the English Peeres And with that oddes he weighes King Richard downe Poste you to London and you 'l finde it so I speake no more then euery one doth know Qu. Nimble mischance that art so light of foote Doth not thy Embassage belong to me And am I last that knowes it Oh thou think'st To serue me last that I may longest keepe Thy sorrow in my breast Come Ladies goe To meet at London Londons King in woe What was I borne to this that my sad looke Should grace the Triumph of great Bullingbrooke Gard'ner for telling me this newes of woe I would the Plants thou graft'st may neuer grow Exit G Poore Queen so that thy State might be no worse I would my skill were subiect to thy curse Heere did she drop a teare heere in this place I le set a Banke of Rew sowre Herbe of Grace Rue eu'n for ruth heere shortly shall be seene In the remembrance of a Weeping Queene Exit Actus Quartus Scoena Prima Enter as to the Parliament Bullingbrooke Aumerle Northumberland Percie Fitz-Water Surroy Carlile Abbot of Westminster Herauld Officers and Bagot Bullingbrooke Call forth Bagot Now Bagot freely speake thy minde What thou do'st know of Noble Glousters death Who wrought it with the King and who perform'd The bloody Office of his Timelesse end Bag. Then set before my face the Lord Aumerle Bul. Cosin stand forth and looke vpon that man Bag. My Lord Aumerle I know your daring tongue Scornes to vnsay what it hath once deliuer'd In that dead time when Glousters death was plotted I heard you say Is not my arme of length That reacheth from the restfull English Court As farre as Callis to my
To whose high will we bound our calme contents To Bullingbrooke are we sworne Subiects now Whose State and Honor I for aye allow Enter Aumerle Dut. Heere comes my sonne Aumerle Yor. Aumerle that was But that is lost for being Richards Friend And Madam you must call him Rutland now I am in Parliament pledge for his truth And lasting fealtie to the new-made King Dut. Welcome my sonne who are the Violets now That strew the greene lap of the new-come Spring Aum. Madam I know not nor I greatly care not God knowes I had as liefe be none as one Yorke Well beare you well in this new-spring of time Least you be cropt before you come to prime What newes from Oxford Hold those Iusts Triumphs Aum. For ought I know my Lord they do Yorke You will be there I know Aum. If God preuent not I purpose so Yor. What Seale is that that hangs without thy bosom Yea look'st thou pale Let me see the Writing Aum. My Lord 't is nothing Yorke No matter then who sees it I will be satisfied let me see the Writing Aum. I do beseech your Grace to pardon me It is a matter of small consequence Which for some reasons I would not haue seene Yorke Which for some reasons sir I meane to see I feare I feare Dut. What should you feare 'T is nothing but some bond that he is enter'd into For gay apparrell against the Triumph Yorke Bound to himselfe What doth he with a Bond That he is bound to Wife thou art a foole Boy let me see the Writing Aum. I do beseech you pardon me I may not shew it Yor. I will be satisfied let me see it I say Snatches it Treason foule Treason Villaine Traitor Slaue Dut. What 's the matter my Lord Yorke Hoa who 's within there Saddle my horse Heauen for his mercy what treachery is heere Dut. Why what is' t my Lord Yorke Giue me my boots I say Saddle my horse Now by my Honor my life my troth I will appeach the Villaine Dut. What is the matter Yorke Peace foolish Woman Dut. I will not peace What is the matter Sonne Aum. Good Mother be content it is no more Then my poore life must answer Dut. Thy life answer Enter Seruant with Boots Yor. Bring me my Boots I will vnto the King Dut. Strike him Aumerle Poore boy y u art amaz'd Hence Villaine neuer more come in my sight Yor. Giue me my Boots I say Dut. Why Yorke what wilt thou do Wilt thou not hide the Trespasse of thine owne Haue we more Sonnes Or are we like to haue Is not my teeming date drunke vp with time And wilt thou plucke my faire Sonne from mine Age And rob me of a happy Mothers name Is he not like thee Is he not thine owne Yor. Thou fond mad woman Wilt thou conceale this darke Conspiracy A dozen of them heere haue tane the Sacrament And interchangeably set downe their hands To kill the King at Oxford Dut. He shall be none Wee 'l keepe him heere then what is that to him Yor. Away fond woman were hee twenty times my Son I would appeach him Dut. Hadst thou groan'd for him as I haue done Thou wouldest be more pittifull But now I know thy minde thou do'st suspect That I haue bene disloyall to thy bed And that he is a Bastard not thy Sonne Sweet Yorke sweet husband be not of that minde He is as like thee as a man may bee Not like to me nor any of my Kin And yet I loue him Yorke Make way vnruly Woman Exit Dut. After Aumerle Mount thee vpon his horse Spurre post and get before him to the King And begge thy pardon ere he do accuse thee I le not be long behind though I be old I doubt not but to ride as fast as Yorke And neuer will I rise vp from the ground Till Bullingbrooke haue pardon'd thee Away be gone Exit Scoena Tertia Enter Bullingbrooke Percie and other Lords Bul. Can no man tell of my vnthriftie Sonne 'T is full three monthes since I did see him last If any plague hang ouer vs 't is he I would to heauen my Lords he might be found Enquire at London ' mongst the Tauernes there For there they say he dayly doth frequent With vnrestrained loose Companions Euen such they say as stand in narrow Lanes And rob our Watch and beate our passengers Which he yong wanton and effeminate Boy Takes on the point of Honor to support So dissolute a crew Per. My Lord some two dayes since I saw the Prince And told him of these Triumphes held at Oxford Bul. And what said the Gallant Per. His answer was he would vnto the Stewes And from the common'st creature plucke a Gloue And weare it as a fauour and with that He would vnhorse the lustiest Challenger Bul. As dissolute as desp'rate yet through both I see some sparkes of better hope which elder dayes May happily bring forth But who comes heere Enter Aumerle Aum. Where is the King Bul. What meanes our Cosin that hee stares And lookes so wildely Aum. God saue your Grace I do beseech your Maiesty To haue some conference with your Grace alone Bul. Withdraw your selues and leaue vs here alone What is the matter with our Cosin now Aum. For euer may my knees grow to the earth My tongue cleaue to my roofe within my mouth Vnlesse a Pardon ere I rise or speake Bul. Intended or committed was this fault If on the first how heynous ere it bee To win thy after loue I pardon thee Aum. Then giue me leaue that I may turne the key That no man enter till my tale me done Bul. Haue thy desire Yorke within Yor. My Liege beware looke to thy selfe Thou hast a Traitor in thy presence there Bul. Villaine I le make thee safe Aum. Stay thy reuengefull hand thou hast no cause to feare Yorke Open the doore secure foole-hardy King Shall I for loue speake treason to thy face Open the doore or I will breake it open Enter Yorke Bul. What is the matter Vnkle speak recouer breath Tell vs how neere is danger That we may arme vs to encounter it Yor. Peruse this writing heere and thou shalt know The reason that my haste forbids me show Aum. Remember as thou read'st thy promise past I do repent me reade not my name there My heart is not confederate with my hand Yor. It was villaine ere thy hand did set it downe I tore it from the Traitors bosome King Feare and not Loue begets his penitence Forget to pitty him least thy pitty proue A Serpent that will sting thee to the heart Bul. Oh heinous strong and bold Conspiracie O loyall Father of a treacherous Sonne Thou sheere immaculate and siluer fountaine From whence this streame through muddy passages Hath had his current and defil'd himselfe Thy ouerflow of good conuerts to bad And thy abundant goodnesse shall excuse This deadly blot in thy digressing sonne Yorke So shall
bell so Sighes and Teares and Grones Shew Minutes Houres and Times but my Time Râns 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 laântiâg Bullingbrooke Enter Keeper with a Dish Keep Fellow giue place heere is ãâã ânger ây Rich. If âhou loue me ãâã thou with away Groo. What thy tongue daâs 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
or a Poulters Hare Prin. Well heere I am set Falst And heere I stand iudge my Masters Prin. Now Harry whence come you Falst My Noble Lord from East-cheape Prin. The complaints I heare of thee are grieuous Falst. Yfaith my Lord they are false Nay I le tickle ye for a young Prince Prin. Swearest thou vngracious Boy henceforth ne're looke on me thou art violently carryed away from Grace there is a Deuill haunts thee in the likenesse of a fat old Man a Tunne of Man is thy Companion Why do'st thou conuerse with that Trunke of Humors that Boulting-Hutch of Beastlinesse that swolne Parcell of Dropsies that huge Bombard of Sacke that stuft Cloake-bagge of Guts that rosted Manning Tree Oxe with the Pudding in his Belly that reuerend Vice that grey Iniquitie that Father Ruffian that Vanitie in yeeres wherein is he good but to taste Sacke and drinke it wherein neat and cleanly but to carue a Capon and eat it wherein Cunning but in Craft wherein Craftie but in Villanie wherein Villanous but in all things wherein worthy but in nothing Falst. I would your Grace would take me with you whom meanes your Grace Prince That villanous abhominable mis-leader of Youth Falstaffe that old white-bearded Sathan Falst. My Lord the man I know Prince I know thou do'st Falst. But to say I know more harme in him then in my selfe were to say more then I know That hee is olde the more the pittie his white hayres doe witnesse it but that hee is sauing your reuerence a Whore-master that I vtterly deny If Sacke and Sugar bee a fault Heauen helpe the Wicked if to be olde and merry be a sinne then many an olde Hoste that I know is damn'd if to be fat be to be hated then Pharaohs leane Kine are to be loued No my good Lord banish Peto banish Bardolph banish Poines but for sweete Iacke Falstaffe kinde Iacke Falstaffe true Iacke Falstaffe valiant Iacke Falstaffe and therefore more valiant being as hee is olde Iack Falstaffe banish not him thy Harryes companie banish not him thy Harryes companie banish plumpe Iacke and banish all the World Prince I doe I will Enter Bardolph running Bard. O my Lord my Lord the Sherife with a most most monstrous Watch is at the doore Falst Out you Rogue play out the Play I haue much to say in the behalfe of that Falstaffe Enter the Hostesse Hostesse O my Lord my Lord. Falst Heigh heigh the Deuill rides vpon a Fiddle-sticke what 's the matter Hostesse The Sherife and all the Watch are at the doore they are come to search the House shall I let them in Falst Do'st thou heare Hal neuer call a true peece of Gold a Counterfeit thou art essentially made without seeming so Prince And thou a naturall Coward without instinct Falst I deny your Maior if you will deny the Sherife so if not let him enter If I become not a Cart as well as another man a plague on my bringing vp I hope I shall as soone be strangled with a Halter as another Prince Goe hide thee behinde the Arras the rest walke vp aboue Now my Masters for a true Face and good Conscience Falst Both which I haue had but their date is out and therefore I le hide me Exit Prince Call in the Sherife Enter Sherife and the Carrier Prince Now Master Sherife what is your will with mee She. First pardon me my Lord. A Hue and Cry hath followed certaine men vnto this house Prince What men She. One of them is well knowne my gracious Lord a grosse fat man Car. As fat as Butter Prince The man I doe assure you is not heere For I my selfe at this time haue imploy'd him And Sherife I will engage my word to thee That I will by to morrow Dinner time Send him to answere thee or any man For any thing he shall be charg'd withall And so let me entreat you leaue the house She. I will my Lord there are two Gentlemen Haue in this Robberie lost three hundred Markes Prince It may be so if he haue robb'd these men He shall be answerable and so farewell She. Good Night my Noble Lord. Prince I thinke it is good Morrow is it not She. Indeede my Lord I thinke it be two a Clocke Exit Prince This oyly Rascall is knowne as well as Poules goe call him forth Peto Falstaffe fast asleepe behinde the Arras and snorting like a Horse Prince Harke how hard he fetches breath search his Pockets He searcheth his Pockets and findeth certaine Papers Prince What hast thou found Peto Nothing but Papers my Lord. Prince Let 's see what be they reade them Peto Item a Capon ii s.ii.d Item Sawce iiii d Item Sacke two Gallons v. s.viii.d Item Anchoues and Sacke after Supper ii.s.vi.d. Item Bread ob Prince O monstrous but one halfe penny-worth of Bread to this intollerable deale of Sacke What there is else keepe close wee 'le reade it at more aduantage there let him sleepe till day I le to the Court in the Morning Wee must all to the Warres and thy place shall be honorable I le procure this fat Rogue a Charge of Foot and I know his death will be a Match of Twelue-score The Money shall be pay'd backe againe with aduantage Be with me betimes in the Morning and so good morrow Peto Peto Good morrow good my Lord. Exeunt Actus Tertius Scena Prima Enter Hotspurre Worcester Lord Mortimer Owen Glendower Mort. These promises are faire the parties sure And our induction full of prosperous hope Hotsp Lord Mortimer and Cousin Glendower Will you sit downe And Vnckle Worcester a plague vpon it I haue forgot the Mappe Glend No here it is Sit Cousin Percy sit good Cousin Hotspurre For by that Name as oft as Lancaster doth speake of you His Cheekes looke pale and with a rising sigh He wisheth you in Heauen Hotsp And you in Hell as oft as he heares Owen Glendower spoke of Glend I cannot blame him At my Natiuitie The front of Heauen was full of fierie shapes Of burning Cressets and at my Birth The frame and foundation of the Earth Shak'd like a Coward Hotsp Why so it would haue done at the same season if your Mothers Cat had but kitten'd though your selfe had neuer beene borne Glend I say the Earth did shake when I was borne Hotsp And I say the Earth was not of my minde If you suppose as fearing you it shooke Glend The Heauens were all on fire the Earth did tremble Hotsp Oh then the Earth shooke To see the Heauens on fire And not in feare of your Natiuitie Diseased Nature oftentimes breakes forth In strange eruptions and the teeming Earth Is with a kinde of Collick pincht and vext By the imprisoning of vnruly Winde Within her Wombe which for enlargement striuing Shakes the old Beldame Earth and tombles downe Steeples and mosse-growne Towers At your Birth Our Grandam Earth hauing this distemperature In passion shooke Glend Cousin of many men I
doe not beare these Crossings Giue me leaue To tell you once againe that at my Birth The front of Heauen was full of fierie shapes The Goates ranne from the Mountaines and the Heards Were strangely clamorous to the frighted fields These signes haue markt me extraordinarie And all the courses of my Life doe shew I am not in the Roll of common men Where is the Liuing clipt in with the Sea That chides the Bankes of England Scotland and Wales Which calls me Pupill or hath read to me And bring him out that is but Womans Sonne Can trace me in the tedious wayes of Art And hold me pace in deepe experiments Hotsp I thinke there 's no man speakes better Welsh I le to Dinner Mort. Peace Cousin Percy you will make him mad Glend I can call Spirits from the vastie Deepe Hotsp Why so can I or so can any man But will they come when you doe call for them Glend Why I can teach thee Cousin to command the Deuill Hotsp And I can teach thee Cousin to shame the Deuil By telling truth Tell truth and shame the Deuill If thou haue power to rayse him bring him hither And I le be sworne I haue power to shame him hence Oh while you liue tell truth and shame the Deuill Mort. Come come no more of this vnprofitable Chat. Glend Three times hath Henry Bullingbrooke made head Against my Power thrice from the Banks of Wye And sandy-bottom'd Seuerne haue I hent him Bootlesse home and Weather-beaten backe Hotsp Home without Bootes And in foule Weather too How scapes he Agues in the Deuils name Glend Come heere 's the Mappe Shall wee diuide our Right According to our three-fold order-ta'ne Mort. The Arch-Deacon hath diuided it Into three Limits very equally England from Trent and Seuerne hitherto By South and East is to my part assign'd All Westward Wales beyond the Seuerne shore And all the fertile Land within that bound To Owen Glendower And deare Couze to you The remnant Northward lying off from Trent And our Indentures Tripartite are drawne Which being sealed enterchangeably A Businesse that this Night may execute To morrow Cousin Percy you and I And my good Lord of Worcester will set forth To meete your Father and the Scottish Power As is appointed vs at Shrewsbury My Father Glendower is not readie yet Nor shall wee neede his helpe these foureteene dayes Within that space you may haue drawne together Your Tenants Friends and neighbouring Gentlemen Glend A shorter time shall send me to you Lords And in my Conduct shall your Ladies come From whom you now must steale and take no leaue For there will be a World of Water shed Vpon the parting of your Wiues and you Hotsp Me thinks my Moity North from Burton here In quantitie equals not one of yours See how this Riuer comes me cranking in And cuts me from the best of all my Land A huge halfe Moone a monstrous Cantle out I le haue the Currant in this place damn'd vp And here the smug and Siluer Trent shall runne In a new Channell faire and euenly It shall not winde with such a deepe indent To rob me of so rich a Bottome here Glend Not winde it shall it must you see it doth Mort. Yea but marke how he beares his course And runnes me vp with like aduantage on the other side Gelding the opposed Continent as much As on the other side it takes from you Worc. Yea but a little Charge will trench him here And on this North side winne this Cape of Land And then he runnes straight and euen Hotsp I le haue it so a little Charge will doe it Glend I le not haue it alter'd Hotsp Will not you Glend No nor you shall not Hotsp Who shall say me nay Glend Why that will I. Hotsp Let me not vnderstand you then speake it in Welsh Glend I can speake English Lord as well as you For I was trayn'd vp in the English Court Where being but young I framed to the Harpe Many an English Dittie louely well And gaue the Tongue a helpefull Ornament A Vertue that was neuer seene in you Hotsp Marry and I am glad of it with all my heart I had rather be a Kitten and cry mew Then one of these same Meeter Ballad-mongers I had rather heare a Brazen Candlestick turn'd Or a dry Wheele grate on the Axle-tree And that would set my teeth nothing an edge Nothing so much as mincing Poetrie 'T is like the forc't gate of a shuffling Nagge Glend Come you shall haue Trent turn'd Hotsp I doe not care I le giue thrice so much Land To any well-deseruing friend But in the way of Bargaine marke ye me I le cauill on the ninth part of a hayre Are the Indentures drawne shall we be gone Glend The Moone shines faire You may away by Night I le haste the Writer and withall Breake with your Wiues of your departure hence I am afraid my Daughter will runne madde So much she doteth on her Mortimer Exit Mort. Fie Cousin Percy how you crosse my Father Hotsp I cannot chuse sometime he angers me With telling me of the Moldwarpe and the Ant Of the Dreamer Merlin and his Prophecies And of a Dragon and a finne-lesse Fish A clip-wing'd Griffin and a moulten Rauen A couching Lyon and a ramping Cat And such a deale of skimble-skamble Stuffe As puts me from my Faith I tell you what He held me last Night at least nine howres In reckning vp the seuerall Deuils Names That were his Lacqueyes I cry'd hum and well goe too But mark'd him not a word O he is as tedious As a tyred Horse a rayling Wife Worse then a smoakie House I had rather liue With Cheese and Garlick in a Windmill farre Then feede on Cates and haue him talke to me In any Summer-House in Christendome Mort. In faith he was a worthy Gentleman Exceeding well read and profited In strange Concealements Valiant as a Lyon and wondrous affable And as bountifull as Mynes of India Shall I tell you Cousin He holds your temper in a high respect And curbes himselfe euen of his naturall scope When you doe crosse his humor 'faith he does I warrant you that man is not aliue Might so haue tempted him as you haue done Without the taste of danger and reproofe But doe not vse it oft let me entreat you Worc. In faith my Lord you are too wilfull blame And since your comming hither haue done enough To put him quite besides his patience You must needes learne Lord to amend this fault Though sometimes it shew Greatnesse Courage Blood And that 's the dearest grace it renders you Yet oftentimes it doth present harsh Rage Defect of Manners want of Gouernment Pride Haughtinesse Opinion and Disdaine The least of which haunting a Nobleman Loseth mens hearts and leaues behinde a stayne Vpon the beautie of all parts besides Beguiling them of commendation Hotsp Well I am school'd Good-manners be your speede Heere
slaine and all his men Vpon the foot of feare fled with the rest And falling from a hill he was so bruiz'd That the pursuers tooke him At my Tent The Dowglas is and I beseech your Grace I may dispose of him King With all my heart Prin. Then Brother Iohn of Lancaster To you this honourable bounty shall belong Go to the Dowglas and deliuer him Vp to his pleasure ransomlesse and free His Valour shewne vpon our Crests to day Hath taught vs how to cherish such high deeds Euen in the bosome of our Aduersaries King Then this remaines that we diuide our Power You Sonne Iohn and my Cousin Westmerland Towards Yorke shall bend you with your deerest speed To meet Northumberland and the Prelate Scroope Who as we heare are busily in Armes My Selfe and you Sonne Harry will towards Wales To fight with Glendower and the Earle of March Rebellion in this Land shall lose his way Meeting the Checke of such another day And since this Businesse so faire is done Let vs not leaue till all our owne be wonne Exeunt FINIS The Second Part of Henry the Fourth Containing his Death and the Coronation of King Henry the Fift Actus Primus Scoena Prima INDVCTION Enter Rumour OPen your Eares For which of you will stop The vent of Hearing when loud Rumor speakes I from the Orient to the drooping West Making the winde my Post-horse still vnfold The Acts commenced on this Ball of Earth Vpon my Tongue continuall Slanders ride The which in euery Language I pronounce Stuffing the Eares of them with false Reports I speake of Peace while couert Enmitie Vnder the smile of Safety wounds the World And who but Rumour who but onely I Make fearfull Masters and prepar'd Defence Whil'st the bigge yeare swolne with some other griefes Is thought with childe by the sterne Tyrant Warre And no such matter Rumour is a Pipe Blowne by Surmises Ielousies Coniectures And of so easie and so plaine a stop That the blunt Monster with vncounted heads The still discordant wauering Multitude Can play vpon it But what neede I thus My well-knowne Body to Anathomize Among my houshold Why is Rumour heere I run before King Harries victory Who in a bloodie field by Shrewsburie Hath beaten downe yong Hotspurre and his Troopes Quenching the flame of bold Rebellion Euen with the Rebels blood But what meane I To speake so true at first My Office is To noyse abroad that Harry Monmouth fell Vnder the Wrath of Noble Hotspurres Sword And that the King before the Dowglas Rage Stoop'd his Annointed head as low as death This haue I rumour'd through the peasant-Townes Betweene the Royall Field of Shrewsburie And this Worme-eaten-Hole of ragged Stone Where Hotspurres Father old Northumberland Lyes crafty sicke The Postes come tyring on And not a man of them brings other newes Then they haue learn'd of Me. From Rumours Tongues They bring smooth-Comforts-false worse then True-wrongs Exit Scena Secunda Enter Lord Bardolfe and the Porter L. Bar. Who keepes the Gate heere hoâ Where is the Earle Por. What shall I say you are Bar. Tell thou the Earle That the Lord Bardolfe doth attend him heere Por. His Lordship is walk'd forth into the Orchard Please it your Honor knocke but at the Gate And he himselfe will answer Enter Northumberland L. Bar. Heere comes the Earle Nor. What newes Lord Bardolfe Eu'ry minute now Should be the Father of some Stratagem The Times are wilde Contention like a Horse Full of high Feeding madly hath broke loose And beares downe all before him L. Bar. Noble Earle I bring you certaine newes from Shrewsbury Nor. Good and heauen will L. Bar. As good as heart can wish The King is almost wounded to the death And in the Fortune of my Lord your Sonne Prince Harrie slaine out-right and both the Blunts Kill'd by the hand of Dowglas Yong Prince Iohn And Westmerland and Stafford fled the Field And Harrie Monmouth's Brawne the Hulke Sir Iohn Is prisoner to your Sonne O such a Day So fought so follow'd and so fairely wonne Came not till now to dignifie the Times Since Caesars Fortunes Nor. How is this deriu'd Saw you the Field Came you from Shrewsbury L. Bar. I spake with one my L. that came froÌ thence A Gentleman well bred and of good name That freely render'd me these newes for true Nor. Heere comes my Seruant Trauers whom I sent On Tuesday last to listen after Newes Enter Trauers L. Bar. My Lord I ouer-rod him on the way And he is furnish'd with no certainties More then he haply may retaile from me Nor. Now Trauers what good tidings comes froÌ you Tra. My Lord Sir Iohn Vmfreuill turn'd me backe With ioyfull tydings and being better hors'd Out-rod me After him came spurring head A Gentleman almost fore-spent with speed That stopp'd by me to breath his bloodied horse He ask'd the way to Chester And of him I did demand what Newes from Shrewsbury He told me that Rebellion had ill lucke And that yong Harry Percies Spurre was cold With that he gaue his able Horse the head And bending forwards strooke his able heeles Against the panting sides of his poore Iade Vp to the Rowell head and starting so He seem'd in running to deuoure the way Staying no longer question North. Ha Againe Said he yong Harrie Percyes Spurre was cold Of Hot-Spurre cold-Spurre that Rebellion Had met ill lucke L. Bar. My Lord I le tell you what If my yong Lord your Sonne haue not the day Vpon mine Honor for a silken point I le giue my Barony Neuer talke of it Nor. Why should the Gentleman that rode by Trauers Giue then such instances of Losse L. Bar. Who he He was some hielding Fellow that had stolne The Horse he rode-on and vpon my life Speake at aduenture Looke here comes more Newes Enter Morton Nor. Yea this mans brow like to a Title-leafe Fore-tels the Nature of a Tragicke Volume So lookes the Strond when the Imperious Flood Hath left a witnest Vsurpation Say Morton did'st thou come from Shrewsbury Mor. I ran from Shrewsbury my Noble Lord Where hatefull death put on his vgliest Maske To fright our party North. How doth my Sonne and Brother Thou trembl'st and the whitenesse in thy Cheeke Is apter then thy Tongue to tell thy Errand Euen such a man so faint so spiritlesse So dull so dead in looke so woe-be-gone Drew Priams Curtaine in the dead of night And would haue told him Halfe his Troy was burn'd But Priam found the Fire ere he his Tongue And I my Percies death ere thou report'st it This thou would'st say Your Sonne did thus and thus Your Brother thus So fought the Noble Dowglas Stopping my greedy eare with their bold deeds But in the end to stop mine Eare indeed Thou hast a Sigh to blow away this Praise Ending with Brother Sonne and all are dead Mor. Dowglas is liuing and your Brother yet But for my Lord your Sonne North. Why
he is dead See what a ready tongue Suspition hath He that but feares the thing he would not know Hath by Instinct knowledge from others Eyes That what he feard is chanc'd Yet speake Morton Tell thou thy Earle his Diuination Lies And I will take it as a sweet Disgrace And make thee rich for doing me such wrong Mor. You are too great to be by me gainsaid Your Spirit is too true your Feares too certaine North. Yet for all this say not that Percies dead I see a strange Confession in thine Eye Thou shak'st thy head and hold'st it Feare or Sinne To speake a truth If he be slaine say so The Tongue offends not that reports his death And he doth sinne that doth belye the dead Not he which sayes the dead is not aliue Yet the first bringer of vnwelcome Newes Hath but a loosing Office and his Tongue Sounds euer after as a sullen Bell Remembred knolling a departing Friend L. Bar. I cannot thinke my Lord your son is dead Mor. I am sorry I should force you to beleeue That which I would to heauen I had not seene But these mine eyes saw him in bloody state Rend'ring faint quittance wearied and out-breath'd To Henrie Monmouth whose swift wrath beate downe The neuer-daunted Percie to the earth From whence with life he neuer more sprung vp In few his death whose spirit lent a fire Euen to the dullest Peazant in his Campe Being bruited once tooke fire and heate away From the best temper'd Courage in his Troopes For from his Mettle was his Party steel'd Which once in him abated all the rest Turn'd on themselues like dull and heauy Lead And as the Thing that 's heauy in it selfe Vpon enforcement flyes with greatest speede So did our Men heauy in Hotspurres losse Lend to this weight such lightnesse with their Feare That Arrowes fled not swifter toward their ayme Then did our Soldiers ayming at their safety Fly from the field Then was that Noble Worcester Too soone ta'ne prisoner and that furious Scot The bloody Dowglas whose well-labouring sword Had three times slaine th' appearance of the King Gan vaile his stomacke and did grace the shame Of those that turn'd their backes and in his flight Stumbling in Feare was tooke The summe of all Is that the King hath wonne and hath sent out A speedy power to encounter you my Lord Vnder the Conduct of yong Lancaster And Westmerland This is the Newes at full North. For this I shall haue time enough to mourne In Poyson there is Physicke and this newes Hauing beene well that would haue made me sicke Being sicke haue in some measure made me well And as the Wretch whose Feauer-weakned ioynts Like strengthlesse Hindges buckle vnder life Impatient of his Fit breakes like a fire Out of his keepers armes Euen so my Limbes Weak'ned with greefe being now inrag'd with greefe Are thrice themselues Hence therefore thou nice crutch A scalie Gauntlet now with ioynts of Steele Must gloue this hand And hence thou sickly Quoife Thou art a guard too wanton for the head Which Princes flesh'd with Conquest ayme to hit Now binde my Browes with Iron and approach The ragged'st houre that Time and Spight dare bring To frowne vpon th' enrag'd Northumberland Let Heauen kisse Earth now let not Natures hand Keepe the wilde Flood confin'd Let Order dye And let the world no longer be a stage To feede Contention in a ling'ring Act But let one spirit of the First-borne Caine Reigne in all bosomes that each heart being set On bloody Courses the rude Scene may end And darknesse be the burier of the dead L. Bar. Sweet Earle diuorce not wisedom from your Honor. Mor. The liues of all your louing Complices Leane-on your health the which if you giue o're To stormy Passion must perforce decay You cast th' euent of Warre my Noble Lord And summ'd the accompt of Chance before you said Let vs make head It was your presurmize That in the dole of blowes your Son might drop You knew he walk'd o're perils on an edge More likely to fall in then to get o're You were aduis'd his flesh was capeable Of Wounds and Scarres and that his forward Spirit Would lift him where most trade of danger rang'd Yet did you say go forth and none of this Though strongly apprehended could restraine The stiffe-borne Action What hath then befalne Or what hath this bold enterprize bring forth More then that Being which was like to be L. Bar. We all that are engaged to this losse Knew that we ventur'd on such dangerous Seas That if we wrought out life was ten to one And yet we ventur'd for the gaine propos'd Choak'd the respect of likely perill fear'd And since we are o're-set venture againe Come we will all put forth Body and Goods Mor. 'T is more then time And my most Noble Lord I heare for certaine and do speake the truth The gentle Arch-bishop of Yorke is vp With well appointed Powres he is a man Who with a double Surety bindes his Followers My Lord your Sonne had onely but the Corpes But shadowes and the shewes of men to fight For that same word Rebellion did diuide The action of their bodies from their soules And they did fight with queasinesse constrain'd As men drinke Potions that their Weapons only Seem'd on our side but for their Spirits and Soules This word Rebellion it had froze them vp As Fish are in a Pond But now the Bishop Turnes Insurrection to Religion Suppos'd sincere and holy in his Thoughts He 's follow'd both with Body and with Minde And doth enlarge his Rising with the blood Of faire King Richard scrap'd from Pomfret stones Deriues from heauen his Quarrell and his Cause Tels them he doth bestride a bleeding Land Gasping for life vnder great Bullingbrooke And more and lesse do flocke to follow him North. I knew of this before But to speake truth This present greefe had wip'd it from my minde Go in with me and councell euery man The aptest way for safety and reuenge Get Posts and Letters and make Friends with speed Neuer so few nor neuer yet more need Exeunt Scena Tertia Enter Falstaffe and Page Fal. Sirra you giant what saies the Doct. to my water Pag. He said sir the water it selfe was a good healthy water but for the party that ow'd it he might haue more diseases then he knew for Fal. Men of all sorts take a pride to gird at mee the braine of this foolish compounded Clay-man is not able to inuent any thing that tends to laughter more then I inuent or is inuented on me I am not onely witty in my selfe but the cause that wit is in other men I doe heere walke before thee like a Sow that hath o'rewhelm'd all her Litter but one If the Prince put thee into my Seruice for any other reason then to set mee off why then I haue no iudgement Thou horson Mandrake thou art fitter to be worne in my
grauy grauy grauy Iust You follow the yong Prince vp and downe like his euill Angell Fal. Not so my Lord your ill Angell is light but I hope he that lookes vpon mee will take mee without weighing and yet in some respects I grant I cannot go I cannot tell Vertue is of so little regard in these Costormongers that true valor is turn'd Beare-heard Pregnancie is made a Tapster and hath his quicke wit wasted in giuing Recknings all the other gifts appertinent to man as the malice of this Age shapes them are not woorth a Gooseberry You that are old consider not the capacities of vs that are yong you measure the heat of our Liuers with the bitternes of your gals we that are in the vaward of our youth I must confesse are wagges too Iust Do you set downe your name in the scrowle of youth that are written downe old with all the Charracters of age Haue you not a moist eye a dry hand a yellow cheeke a white beard a decreasing leg an incresing belly Is not your voice broken your winde short your wit single and euery part about you blasted with Antiquity and wil you cal your selfe yong Fy fy fy sir Iohn Fal. My Lord I was borne with a white head somthing a round belly For my voice I haue lost it with hallowing and singing of Anthemes To approue my youth farther I will not the truth is I am onely olde in iudgement and vnderstanding and he that will caper with mee for a thousand Markes let him lend me the mony haue at him For the boxe of th' eare that the Prince gaue you he gaue it like a rude Prince and you tooke it like a sensible Lord. I haue checkt him for it and the yong Lion repents Marry not in ashes and sacke-cloath but in new Silke and old Sacke Iust Wel heauen send the Prince a better companion Fal. Heauen send the Companion a better Prince I cannot rid my hands of him Iust Well the King hath seuer'd you and Prince Harry I heare you are going with Lord Iohn of Lancaster against the Archbishop and the Earle of Northumberland Fal. Yes I thanke your pretty sweet wit for it but looke you pray all you that kisse my Ladie Peace at home that our Armies ioyn not in a hot day for if I take but two shirts out with me and I meane not to sweat extraordinarily if it bee a hot day if I brandish any thing but my Bottle would I might neuer spit white againe There is not a daungerous Action can peepe out his head but I am thrust vpon it Well I cannot last euer Iust Well be honest be honest and heauen blesse your Expedition Fal. Will your Lordship lend mee a thousand pound to furnish me forth Iust Not a peny not a peny you are too impatient to beare crosses Fare you well Commend mee to my Cosin Westmerland Fal. If I do fillop me with a three-man-Beetle A man can no more separate Age and Couetousnesse then he can part yong limbes and letchery but the Gowt galles the one and the pox pinches the other and so both the Degrees preuent my curses Boy Page Sir Fal. What money is in my purse Page Seuen groats and two pence Fal. I can get no remedy against this Consumption of the purse Borrowing onely lingers and lingers it out but the disease is incureable Go beare this letter to my Lord of Lancaster this to the Prince this to the Earle of Westmerland and this to old Mistris Vrsula whome I haue weekly sworne to marry since I perceiu'd the first white haire on my chin About it you know where to finde me A pox of this Gowt or a Gowt of this Poxe for the one or th' other playes the rogue with my great toe It is no matter if I do halt I haue the warres for my colour and my Pension shall seeme the more reasonable A good wit will make vse of any thing I will turne diseases to commodity Exeunt Scena Quarta Enter Archbishop Hastings Mowbray and Lord Bardolfe Ar. Thus haue you heard our causes kno our Means And my most noble Friends I pray you all Speake plainly your opinions of our hopes And first Lord Marshall what say you to it Mow. I well allow the occasion of our Armes But gladly would be better satisfied How in our Meanes we should aduance our selues To looke with forhead bold and big enough Vpon the Power and puisance of the King Hast Our present Musters grow vpon the File To fiue and twenty thousand men of choice And our Supplies liue largely in the hope Of great Northumberland whose bosome burnes With an incensed Fire of Iniuries L. Bar. The question then Lord Hastings standeth thus Whether our present fiue and twenty thousand May hold-vp-head without Northumberland Hast With him we may L. Bar. I marry there 's the point But if without him we be thought to feeble My iudgement is we should not step too farre Till we had his Assistance by the hand For in a Theame so bloody fac'd as this Coniecture Expectation and Surmise Of Aydes incertaine should not be admitted Arch. 'T is very true Lord Bardolfe for indeed It was yong Hotspurres case at Shrewsbury L. Bar. It was my Lord who liu'd himself with hope Eating the ayre on promise of Supply Flatt'ring himselfe with Proiect of a power Much smaller then the smallest of his Thoughts And so with great imagination Proper to mad men led his Powers to death And winking leap'd into destruction Hast But by your leaue it neuer yet did hurt To lay downe likely-hoods and formes of hope L. Bar. Yes if this present quality of warre Indeed the instant action a cause on foot Liues so in hope As in an early Spring We see th' appearing buds which to proue fruite Hope giues not so much warrant as Dispaire That Frosts will bite them When we meane to build We first suruey the Plot then draw the Modell And when we see the figure of the house Then must we rate the cost of the Erection Which if we finde out-weighes Ability What do we then but draw a-new the Modell In fewer offices Or at least desist To builde at all Much more in this great worke Which is almost to plucke a Kingdome downe And set another vp should we suruey The plot of Situation and the Modell Consent vpon a sure Foundation Question Surueyors know our owne estate How able such a Worke to vndergo To weigh against his Opposite Or else We fortifie in Paper and in Figures Vsing the Names of men instead of men Like one that drawes the Modell of a house Beyond his power to builde it who halfe through Giues o're and leaues his part-created Cost A naked subiect to the Weeping Clouds And waste for churlish Winters tyranny Hast Grant that our hopes yet likely of faire byrth Should be still-borne and that we now possest The vtmost man of expectation I thinke we are a
to her beleeue not the Word of the Noble therefore let mee haue right and let desert mount Iohn Thine's too heauie to mount Falst Let it thine then Iohn Thine's too thick to shine Falst Let it doe something my good Lord that may doe me good and call it what you will Iohn Is thy Name Colleuile Col. It is my Lord. Iohn A famous Rebell art thou Colleuile Falst And a famous true Subiect tooke him Col. I am my Lord but as my Betters are That led me hither had they beene rul'd by me You should haue wonne them dearer then you haue Falst I know not how they sold themselues but thou like a kinde fellow gau'st thy selfe away and I thanke thee for thee Enter Westmerland Iohn Haue you left pursuit West Retreat is made and Execution stay'd Iohn Send Colleuile with his Confederates To Yorke to present Execution Blunt leade him hence and see you guard him sure Exit with Colleuile And now dispatch we toward the Court my Lords I heare the King my Father is sore sicke Our Newes shall goe before vs to his Maiestie Which Cousin you shall beare to comfort him And wee with sober speede will follow you Falst My Lord I beseech you giue me leaue to goe through Gloucestershire and when you come to Court stand my good Lord 'pray in your good report Iohn Fare you well Falstaffe I in my condition Shall better speake of you then you deserue Exit Falst I would you had but the wit 't were better then your Dukedome Good faith this same young sober-blooded Boy doth noâ loue me nor a man cannot make him laugh but that 's no maruaile hee drinkes no Wine There 's neuer any of these demure Boyes come to any proofe for thinne Drinke doth so ouer-coole their blood and making many Fish-Meales that they fall into a kinde of Male Greene-sicknesse and then when they marry they get Wenches They are generally Fooles and Cowards which some of vs should be too but for inflamation A good Sherris-Sack hath a two-fold operation in it it ascends me into the Braine dryes me there all the foolish and dull and cruddie Vapours which enuiron it makes it apprehensiue quicke forgetiue full of nimble fierie and delectable shapes which deliuer'd o're to the Voyce the Tongue which is the Birth becomes excellent Wit The second propertie of your excellent Sherris is the warming of the Blood which before cold and setled left the Liuer white and pale which is the Badge of Pusillanimitie and Cowardize but the Sherris warmes it and makes it course from the inwards to the parts extremes it illuminateth the Face which as a Beacon giues warning to all the rest of this little Kingdome Man to Arme and then the Vitall Commoners and in-land pettie Spirits muster me all to their Captaine the Heart who great and pufft vp with his Retinue doth any Deed of Courage and this Valour comes of Sherris So that skill in the Weapon is nothing without Sack for that sets it a-worke and Learning a meere Hoord of Gold kept by a Deuill till Sack commences it and sets it in act and vse Hereof comes it that Prince Harry is valiant for the cold blood hee did naturally inherite of his Father hee hath like leane stirrill and bare Land manured husbanded and tyll'd with excellent endeauour of drinking good and good store of fertile Sherris that hee is become very hot and valiant If I had a thousand Sonnes the first Principle I would teach them should be to forsweare thinne Potations and to addict themselues to Sack Enter Bardolph How now Bardolph Bard. The Armie is discharged all and gone Falst Let them goe I le through Gloucestershire and there will I visit Master Robert Shallow Esquire I haue him alreadie tempering betweene my finger and my thombe and shortly will I seale with him Come away Exeunt Scena Secunda Enter King Warwicke Clarence Gloucester King Now Lords if Heauen doth giue successefull end To this Debate that bleedeth at our doores Wee will out Youth lead on to higher Fields And draw no Swords but what are sanctify'd Our Nauie is addressed our Power collected Our Substitutes in absence well inuested And euery thing lyes leuell to our wish Onely wee want a little personall Strength And pawse vs till these Rebels now a-foot Come vnderneath the yoake of Gouernment War Both which we doubt not but your Maiestie Shall soone enioy King Humphrey my Sonne of Gloucester where is the Prince your Brother Glo. I thinke hee 's gone to hunt my Lord at Windsor King And how accompanied Glo. I doe not know my Lord. King Is not his Brother Thomas of Clarence with him Glo. No my good Lord hee is in presence heere Clar. What would my Lord and Father King Nothing but well to thee Thomas of Clarence How chance thou art not with the Prince thy Brother Hee loues thee and thou do'st neglect him Thomas Thou hast a better place in his Affection Then all thy Brothers cherish it my Boy And Noble Offices thou may'st effect Of Mediation after I am dead Betweene his Greatnesse and thy other Brethren Therefore omit him not blunt not his Loue Nor loose the good aduantage of his Grace By seeming cold or carelesse of his will For hee is gracious if hee be obseru'd Hee hath a Teare for Pitie and a Hand Open as Day for melting Charitie Yet notwithstanding being incens'd hee 's Flint As humorous as Winter and as sudden As Flawes congealed in the Spring of day His temper therefore must be well obseru'd Chide him for faults and doe it reuerently When you perceiue his blood enclin'd to mirth But being moodie giue him Line and scope Till that his passions like a Whale on ground Confound themselues with working Learne this Thomas And thou shalt proue a shelter to thy friends A Hoope of Gold to binde thy Brothers in That the vnited Vessell of their Blood Mingled with Venome of Suggestion As force perforce the Age will powre it in Shall neuer leake though it doe worke as strong As Aconitum or rash Gun-powder Clar. I shall obserue him with all care and loue King Why art thou not at Windsor with him Thomas Clar. Hee is not there to day hee dines in London King And how accompanyed Canst thou tell that Clar. With Pointz and other his continuall followers King Most subiect is the fattest Soyle to Weedes And hee the Noble Image of my Youth Is ouer-spread with them therefore my griefe Stretches it selfe beyond the howre of death The blood weepes from my heart when I doe shape In formes imaginarie th' vnguided Dayes And rotten Times that you shall looke vpon When I am sleeping with my Ancestors For when his head-strong Riot hath no Curbe When Rage and hot-Blood are his Counsailors When Meanes and lauish Manners meete together Oh with what Wings shall his Affections flye Towards fronting Perill and oppos'd Decay War My gracious Lord you looke beyond him quite The Prince but
Knight Samingo Is' t not so Fal. 'T is so Sil. Is' t so Why then say an old man can do somwhat Dau. If it please your Worshippe there 's one Pistoll come from the Court with newes Fal. From the Court Let him come in Enter Pistoll How now Pistoll Pist Sir Iohn ' saue you sir Fal. What winde blew you hither Pistoll Pist Not the ill winde which blowes none to good sweet Knight Thou art now one of the greatest men in the Realme Sil. Indeed I thinke he bee but Goodman Puffe of Barson Pist. Puffe puffe in thy teeth most recreant Coward base Sir Iohn I am thy Pistoll and thy Friend helter skelter haue I rode to thee and tydings do I bring and luckie ioyes and golden Times and happie Newes of price Fal. I prethee now deliuer them like a man of this World Pist A footra for the World and Worldlings base I speake of Affrica and Golden ioyes Fal. O base Assyrian Knight what is thy newes Let King Couitha know the truth thereof Sil. And Robin-hood Scarlet and Iohn Pist Shall dunghill Curres confront the Hellicons And shall good newes be baffel'd Then Pistoll lay thy head in Furies lappe Shal. Honest Gentleman I know not your breeding Pist Why then Lament therefore Shal. Giue me pardon Sir If sir you come with news from the Court I take it there is but two wayes either to vtter them or to conceale them I am Sir vnder the King in some Authority Pist Vnder which King Bezonian speake or dye Shal. Vnder King Harry Pist Harry the Fourth or Fift Shal. Harry the Fourth Pist A footra for thine Office Sir Iohn thy tender Lamb-kinne now is King Harry the Fift's the man I speake the truth When Pistoll lyes do this and figge-me like The bragging Spaniard Fal. What is the old King dead Pist As naile in doore The things I speake are iust Fal. Away Bardolfe Sadle my Horse Master Robert Shallow choose what Office thou wilt In the Land 't is thine Pistol I will double charge thee With Dignities Bard. O ioyfull day I would not take a Knighthood for my Fortune Pist What I do bring good newes Fal. Carrie Master Silence to bed Master Shallow my Lord Shallow be what thou wilt I am Fortunes Steward Get on thy Boots wee I ride all night Oh sweet Pistoll Away Bardolfe Come Pistoll vtter more to mee and withall deuise something to do thy selfe good Boote boote Master Shallow I know the young King is sick for mee Let vs take any mans Horsfes The Lawes of England are at my command'ment Happie are they which haue beene my Friendes and woe vnto my Lord Chiefe Iustice Pist Let Vultures vil'de seize on his Lungs also Where is the life that late I led say they Why heere it is welcome those pleasant dayes Exeunt Scena Quarta Enter Hostesse Quickly Dol Teare-sheete and Beadles Hostesse No thou arrant knaue I would I might dy that I might haue thee hang'd Thou hast drawne my shoulder out of ioynt Off. The Constables haue deliuer'd her ouer to mee and shee shall haue Whipping cheere enough I warrant her There hath beene a man or two lately kill'd about her Dol. Nut-hooke nut-hooke you Lye Come on I le tell thee what thou damn'd Tripe-visag'd Rascall if the Childe I now go with do miscarrie thou had'st better thou had'st strooke thy Mother thou Paper-fac'd Villaine Host O that Sir Iohn were come hee would make this a bloody day to some body But I would the Fruite of her Wombe might miscarry Officer If it do you shall haue a dozen of Cushions againe you haue but eleuen now Come I charge you both go with me for the man is dead that you and Pistoll beate among you Dol. I le tell thee what thou thin man in a Censor I will haue you as soundly swindg'd for this you blew-Bottel'd Rogue you filthy famish'd Correctioner if you be not swing'd I le forsweare halfe Kirtles Off. Come come you shee-Knight-arrant come Host O that right should thus o'recome might Wel of sufferance comes ease Dol. Come you Rogue come Bring me to a Iustice Host Yes come you staru'd Blood-hound Dol. Goodman death goodman Bones Host Thou Anatomy thou Dol. Come you thinne Thing Come you Rascall Off. Very well Exeunt Scena Quinta Enter two Groomes 1. Groo. More Rushes more Rushes 2. Groo. The Trumpets haue sounded twice 1. Groo. It will be two of the Clocke ere they come from the Coronation Exit Groo. Enter Falstaffe Shallow Pistoll Bardolfe and Page Falstaffe Stand heere by me M. Robert Shallow I will make the King do you Grace I will leere vpon him as he comes by and do but marke the countenance that hee will giue me Pistol Blesse thy Lungs good Knight Falst Come heere Pistol stand behind me O if I had had time to haue made new Liueries I would haue bestowed the thousand pound I borrowed of you But it is no matter this poore shew doth better this doth inferre the zeale I had to see him Shal. It doth so Falst It shewes my earnestnesse in affection Pist It doth so Fal. My deuotion Pist It doth it doth it doth Fal. As it were to ride day and night And not to deliberate not to remember Not to haue patience to shift me Shal. It is most certaine Fal. But to stand stained with Trauaile and sweating with desire to see him thinking of nothing else putting all affayres in obliuion as if there were nothing els to bee done but to see him Pist 'T is semper idem for obsque hoc nihil est 'T is all in euery part Shal. 'T is so indeed Pist My Knight I will enflame thy Noble Liuer and make thee rage Thy Dol and Helen of thy noble thoghts is in base Durance and contagious prison Hall'd thither by most Mechanicall and durty hand Rowze vppe Reuenge from Ebon den with fell Alecto's Snake for Dol is in Pistol speakes nought but troth Fal. I will deliuer her Pistol There roar'd the Sea and Trumpet Clangour sounds The Trumpets sound Enter King Henrie the Fift Brothers Lord Chiefe Iustice Falst Saue thy Grace King Hall my Royall Hall Pist The heauens thee guard and keepe most royall Impe of Fame Fal. ' Saue thee my sweet Boy King My Lord Chiefe Iustice speake to that vaine man Ch. Iust Haue you your wits Know you what 't is you speake Falst My King my Ioue I speake to thee my heart King I know thee not old man Fall to thy Prayers How ill white haires become a Foole and Iester I haue long dream'd of such a kinde of man So surfeit-swell'd so old and so prophane But being awake I do despise my dreame Make lesse thy body hence and more thy Grace Leaue gourmandizing Know the Graue doth gape For thee thrice wider then for other men Reply not to me with a Foole-borne Iest Presume not that I am the thing I was For heauen doth know so shall the world perceiue That
restor'd thou art a Yeoman Yorke My Father was attached not attainted Condemn'd to dye for Treason but no Traytor And that I le proue on better men then Somerset Were growing time once ripened to my will For your partaker Poole and you your selfe I le note you in my Booke of Memorie To scourge you for this apprehension Looke to it well and say you are well warn'd Som. Ah thou shalt finde vs ready for thee still And know vs by these Colours for thy Foes For these my friends in spight of thee shall weare Yorke And by my Soule this pale and angry Rose As Cognizance of my blood-drinking hate Will I for euer and my Faction weare Vntill it wither with me to my Graue Or flourish to the height of my Degree Suff. Goe forward and be choak'd with thy ambition And so farwell vntill I meet thee next Exit Som. Haue with thee Poole Farwell ambitious Richard Exit Yorke How I am brau'd and must perforce endure it Warw. This blot that they obiect against your House Shall be whipt out in the next Parliament Call'd for the Truce of Winchester and Gloucester And if thou be not then created Yorke I will not liue to be accounted Warwicke Meane time in signall of my loue to thee Against prowd Somerset and William Poole Will I vpon thy partie weare this Rose And here I prophecie this brawle to day Growne to this faction in the Temple Garden Shall send betweene the Red-Rose and the White A thousand Soules to Death and deadly Night Yorke Good Master Vernon I am bound to you That you on my behalfe would pluck a Flower Ver. In your behalfe still will I weare the same Lawyer And so will I. Yorke Thankes gentle Come let vs foure to Dinner I dare say This Quarrell will drinke Blood another day Exeunt Enter Mortimer brought in a Chayre and Iaylors Mort. Kind Keepers of my weake decaying Age Let dying Mortimer here rest himselfe Euen like a man new haled from the Wrack So fare my Limbes with long Imprisonment And these gray Locks the Pursuiuants of death Nestor-like aged in an Age of Care Argue the end of Edmund Mortimer These Eyes like Lampes whose wasting Oyle is spent Waxe dimme as drawing to their Exigent Weake Shoulders ouer-borne with burthening Griefe And pyth-lesse Armes like to a withered Vine That droupes his sappe-lesse Branches to the ground Yet are these Feet whose strength-lesse stay is numme Vnable to support this Lumpe of Clay Swift-winged with desire to get a Graue As witting I no other comfort haue But tell me Keeper will my Nephew come Keeper Richard Plantagenet my Lord will come We sent vnto the Temple vnto his Chamber And answer was return'd that he will come Mort. Enough my Soule shall then be satisfied Poore Gentleman his wrong doth equall mine Since Henry Monmouth first began to reigne Before whose Glory I was great in Armes This loathsome sequestration haue I had And euen since then hath Richard beene obscur'd Depriu'd of Honor and Inheritance But now the Arbitrator of Despaires Iust Death kinde Vmpire of mens miseries With sweet enlargement doth dismisse me hence I would his troubles likewise were expir'd That so he might recouer what was lost Enter Richard Keeper My Lord your louing Nephew now is come Mor. Richard Plantagenet my friend is he come Rich. I Noble Vnckle thus ignobly vs'd Your Nephew late despised Richard comes Mort. Direct mine Armes I may embrace his Neck And in his Bosome spend my latter gaspe Oh tell me when my Lippes doe touch his Cheekes That I may kindly giue one fainting Kisse And now declare sweet Stem from Yorkes great Stock Why didst thou say of late thou wert despis'd Rich. First leane thine aged Back against mine Arme And in that ease I le tell thee my Disease This day in argument vpon a Case Some words there grew 'twixt Somerset and me Among which tearmes he vs'd his lauish tongue And did vpbrayd me with my Fathers death Which obloquie set barres before my tongue Else with the like I had requited him Therefore good Vnckle for my Fathers sake In honor of a true Plantagenet And for Alliance sake declare the cause My Father Earle of Cambridge lost his Head Mort. That cause faire Nephew that imprison'd me And hath detayn'd me all my flowring Youth Within a loathsome Dungeon there to pyne Was cursed Instrument of his decease Rich. Discouer more at large what cause that was For I am ignorant and cannot guesse Mort. I will if that my fading breath permit And Death approach not ere my Tale be done Henry the Fourth Grandfather to this King Depos'd his Nephew Richard Edwards Sonne The first begotten and the lawfull Heire Of Edward King the Third of that Descent During whose Reigne the Percies of the North Finding his Vsurpation most vniust Endeuour'd my aduancement to the Throne The reason mou'd these Warlike Lords to this Was for that young Richard thus remou'd Leauing no Heire begotten of his Body I was the next by Birth and Parentage For by my Mother I deriued am From Lionel Duke of Clarence third Sonne To King Edward the Third whereas hee From Iohn of Gaunt doth bring his Pedigree Being but fourth of that Heroick Lyne But marke as in this haughtie great attempt They laboured to plant the rightfull Heire I lost my Libertie and they their Liues Long after this when Henry the Fift Succeeding his Father Bullingbrooke did reigne Thy Father Earle of Cambridge then deriu'd From famous Edmund Langley Duke of Yorke Marrying my Sister that thy Mother was Againe in pitty of my hard distresse Leuied an Army weening to redeeme And haue install'd me in the Diademe But as the rest so fell that Noble Earle And was beheaded Thus the Mortimers In whom the Title rested were supprest Rich. Of which my Lord your Honor is the last Mort. True and thou seest that I no Issue haue And that my fainting words doe warrant death Thou art my Heire the rest I wish thee gather But yet be wary in thy studious care Rich. Thy graue admonishments preuayle with me But yet me thinkes my Fathers execution Was nothing lesse then bloody Tyranny Mort. With silence Nephew be thou pollitick Strong fixed is the House of Lancaster And like a Mountaine not to be remou'd But now thy Vnckle is remouing hence As Princes doe their Courts when they are cloy'd With long continuance in a setled place Rich. O Vnckle would some part of my young yeeres Might but redeeme the passage of your Age. Mort. Thou do'st then wrong me as y t slaughterer doth Which giueth many Wounds when one will kill Mourne not except thou sorrow for my good Onely giue order for my Funerall And so farewell and faire be all thy hopes And prosperous be thy Life in Peace and Warre Dyes Rich. And Peace no Warre befall thy parting Soule In Prison hast thou spent a Pilgrimage And like a Hermite ouer-past thy dayes Well I will locke his
her part in this And doth deserue a Coronet of Gold Charles Now let vs on my Lords And ioyne our Powers And seeke how we may preiudice the Foe Exeunt Scoena Quarta Enter the King Gloucester Winchester Yorke Suffolke Somerset Warwicke Exeter To them with his Souldiors Talbot Talb. My gracious Prince and honorable Peeres Hearing of your arriuall in this Realme I haue a while giuen Truce vnto my Warres To doe my dutie to my Soueraigne In signe whereof this Arme that hath reclaym'd To your obedience fiftie Fortresses Twelue Cities and seuen walled Townes of strength Beside fiue hundred Prisoners of esteeme Le ts fall his Sword before your Highnesse feet And with submissiue loyaltie of heart Ascribes the Glory of his Conquest got First to my God and next vnto your Grace King Is this the Lord Talbot Vnckle Gloucester That hath so long beene resident in France Glost. Yes if it please your Maiestie my Liege King Welcome braue Captaine and victorious Lord. When I was young as yet I am not old I doe remember how my Father said A stouter Champion neuer handled Sword Long since we were resolued of your truth Your faithfull seruice and your toyle in Warre Yet neuer haue you tasted our Reward Or beene reguerdon'd with so much as Thanks Because till now we neuer saw your face Therefore stand vp and for these good deserts We here create you Earle of Shrewsbury And in our Coronation take your place Senet Flourish Exeunt Manet Vernon and Basset Vern Now Sir to you that were so hot at Sea Disgracing of these Colours that I weare In honor of my Noble Lord of Yorke Dar'st thou maintaine the former words thou spak'st Bass Yes Sir as well as you dare patronage The enuious barking of your sawcie Tongue Against my Lord the Duke of Somerset Vern. Sirrha thy Lord I honour as he is Bass Why what is he as good a man as Yorke Vern Hearke ye not so in witnesse take ye that Strikes him Bass Villaine thou knowest The Law of Armes is such That who so drawes a Sword 't is present death Or else this Blow should broach thy dearest Bloud But I le vnto his Maiestie and craue I may haue libertie to venge this Wrong When thou shalt see I le meet thee to thy cost Vern Well miscreant I le be there as soone as you And after meete you sooner then you would Exeunt Actus Quartus Scena Prima Enter King Glocester Winchester Yorke Suffolke Somerset Warwicke Talbot and Gouernor Exeter Glo. Lord Bishop set the Crowne vpon his head Win. God saue King Henry of that name the sixt Glo. Now Gouernour of Paris take your oath That you elect no other King but him Esteeme none Friends but such as are his Friends And none your Foes but such as shall pretend Malicious practises against his State This shall ye do so helpe you righteous God Enter Falstaffe Fal. My gracious Soueraigne as I rode from Calice To haste vnto your Coronation A Letter was deliuer'd to my hands Writ to your Grace from th' Duke of Burgundy Tal. Shame to the Duke of Burgundy and thee I vow'd base Knight when I did meete the next To teare the Garter from thy Crauens legge Which I haue done because vnworthily Thou was 't installed in that High Degree Pardon me Princely Henry and the rest This Dastard at the battell of Poictiers When but in all I was sixe thousand strong And that the French were almost ten to one Before we met or that a stroke was giuen Like to a trustie Squire did run away In which assault we lost twelue hundred men My selfe and diuers Gentlemen beside Were there surpriz'd and taken prisoners Then iudge great Lords if I haue done amisse Or whether that such Cowards ought to weare This Ornament of Knighthood yea or no Glo. To say the truth this fact was infamous And ill beseeming any common man Much more a Knight a Captaine and a Leader Tal. When first this Order was ordain'd my Lords Knights of the Garter were of Noble birth Valiant and Vertuous full of haughtie Courage Such as were growne to credit by the warres Not fearing Death nor shrinking for Distresse But alwayes resolute in most extreames He then that is not furnish'd in this sort Doth but vsurpe the Sacred name of Knight Prophaning this most Honourable Order And should if I were worthy to be Iudge Be quite degraded like a Hedge-borne Swaine That doth presume to boast of Gentle blood K. Staine to thy Countrymen thou hear'st thy doom Be packing therefore thou that was 't a knight Henceforth we banish thee on paine of death And now Lord Protector view the Letter Sent from our Vnckle Duke of Burgundy Glo. What meanes his Grace that he hath chaung'd his Stile No more but plaine and bluntly To the King Hath he forgot he is his Soueraigne Or doth this churlish Superscription Pretend some alteration in good will What 's heere I haue vpon especiall cause Mou'd with compassion of my Countries wracke Together with the pittifull complaints Of such as your oppression feedes vpon Forsaken your pernitious Faction And ioyn'd with Charles the rightfull king of France O monstrous Treachery Can this be so That in alliance amity and oathes There should be found such false dissembling guile King What doth my Vnckle Burgundy reuolt Glo. He doth my Lord and is become your foe King Is that the worst this Letter doth containe Glo. It is the worst and all my Lord he writes King Why then Lord Talbot there shal talk with him And giue him chasticement for this abuse How say you my Lord are you not content Tal. Content my Liege Yes But y t I am preuented I should haue begg'd I might haue bene employd King Then gather strength and march vnto him straight Let him perceiue how ill we brooke his Treason And what offence it is to flout his Friends Tal. I go my Lord in heart desiring still You may behold confusion of your foes Enter Vernon and Bassit Ver. Grant me the Combate gracious Soueraigne Bas And me my Lord grant me the Combate too Yorke This is my Seruant heare him Noble Prince Som. And this is mine sweet Henry fauour him King Be patient Lords and giue them leaue to speak Say Gentlemen what makes you thus exclaime And wherefore craue you Combate Or with whom Ver. With him my Lord for he hath done me wrong Bas And I with him for he hath done me wrong King What is that wrong wherof you both complain First let me know and then I le answer you Bas Crossing the Sea from England into France This Fellow heere with enuious carping tongue Vpbraided me about the Rose I weare Saying the sanguine colour of the Leaues Did represent my Masters blushing cheekes When stubbornly he did repugne the truth About a certaine question in the Law Argu'd betwixt the Duke of Yorke and him With other vile and ignominious tearmes In confutation of which rude
return'd againe That dog'd the mighty Army of the Dolphin Mess They are return'd my Lord and giue it out That he is march'd to Burdeaux with his power To fight with Talbot as he march'd along By your espyals were discouered Two mightier Troopes then that the Dolphin led Which ioyn'd with him and made their march for Burdeaux Yorke A plague vpon that Villaine Somerset That thus delayes my promised supply Of horsemen that were leuied for this siege Renowned Talbot doth expect my ayde And I am lowted by a Traitor Villaine And cannot helpe the noble Cheualier God comfort him in this necessity If he miscarry farewell Warres in France Enter another Messenger 2. Mes Thou Princely Leader of our English strength Neuer so needfull on the earth of France Spurre to the rescue of the Noble Talbot Who now is girdled with a waste of Iron And hem'd about with grim destruction To Burdeaux warlike Duke to Burdeaux Yorke Else farwell Talbot France and Englands honor Yorke O God that Somerset who in proud heart Doth stop my Cornets were in Talbots place So should wee saue a valiant Gentleman By forteyting a Traitor and a Coward Mad ire and wrathfull fury makes me weepe That thus we dye while remisse Traitors sleepe Mes O send some succour to the distrest Lord. Yorke He dies we loose I breake my warlike word We mourne France smiles We loose they dayly get All long of this vile Traitor Somerset Mes Then God take mercy on braue Talbots soule And on his Sonne yong Iohn who two houres since I met in trauaile toward his warlike Father This seuen yeeres did not Talbot see his sonne And now they meete where both their liues are done Yorke Alas what ioy shall noble Talbot haue To bid his yong sonne welcome to his Graue Away vexation almost stoppes my breath That sundred friends greete in the houre of death Lucie farewell no more my fortune can But curse the cause I cannot ayde the man Maine Bloys Poytiers and Toures are wonne away Long all of Somerset and his delay Exit Mes Thus while the Vulture of sedition Feedes in the bosome of such great Commanders Sleeping neglection doth betray to losse The Conquest of our scarse-cold Conqueror That euer-liuing man of Memorie Henrie the fift Whiles they each other crosse Liues Honours Lands and all hurrie to losse Enter Somerset with his Armie Som. It is too late I cannot send them now This expedition was by Yorke and Talbot Too rashly plotted All our generall force Might with a sally of the very Towne Be buckled with the ouer-daring Talbot Hath sullied all his glosse of former Honor By this vnheedfull desperate wilde aduenture Yorke set him on to fight and dye in shame That Talbot dead great Yorke might beare the name Cap. Heere is Sir William Lucie who with me Set from our ore-matcht forces forth for ayde Som. How now Sir William whether were you sent Lu. Whether my Lord from bought sold L. Talbot Who ring'd about with bold aduersitie Cries out for noble Yorke and Somerset To beate assayling death from his weake Regions And whiles the honourable Captaine there Drops bloody swet from his warre-wearied limbes And in aduantage lingring lookes for rescue You his false hopes the trust of Englands honor Keepe off aloofe with worthlesse emulation Let not your priuate discord keepe away The leuied succours that should lend him ayde While he renowned Noble Gentleman Yeeld vp his life vnto a world of oddes Orleance the Bastard Charles Burgundie Alanson Reignard compasse him about And Talbot perisheth by your default Som. Yorke set him on Yorke should haue sent him ayde Luc. And Yorke as fast vpon your Grace exclaimes Swearing that you with-hold his leuied hoast Collected for this expidition Som. York lyes He might haue sent had the Horse I owe him little Dutie and lesse Loue And take foule scorne to fawne on him by sending Lu. The fraud of England not the force of France Hath now intrapt the Noble-minded Talbot Neuer to England shall he beare his life But dies betraid to fortune by your strife Som. Come go I will dispatch the Horsemen strait Within sixe houres they will be at his ayde Lu. Too late comes rescue he is tane or slaine For flye he could not if he would haue fled And flye would Talbot neuer though he might Som. If he be dead braue Talbot then adieu Lu. His Fame liues in the world His Shame in you Exeunt Enter Talbot and his Sonne Tal. O yong Iohn Talbot I did send for thee To tutor thee in stratagems of Warre That Talbots name might be in thee reuiu'd When saplesse Age and weake vnable limbes Should bring thy Father to his drooping Chaire But O malignant and ill-boading Starres Now thou art come vnto a Feast of death A terrible and vnauoyded danger Therefore deere Boy mount on my swiftest horse And I le direct thee how thou shalt escape By sodaine flight Come dally not be gone Iohn Is my name Talbot and am I your Sonne And shall I flye O if you loue my Mother Dishonor not her Honorable Name To make a Bastard and a Slaue of me The World will say he is not Talbots blood That basely fled when Noble Talbot stood Talb. Flye to reuenge my death if I be slaine Iohn He that flyes so will ne're returne againe Talb. If we both stay we both are sure to dye Iohn Then let me stay and Father doe you flye Your losse is great so your regard should be My worth vnknowne no losse is knowne in me Vpon my death the French can little boast In yours they will in you all hopes are lost Flight cannot stayne the Honor you haue wonne But mine it will that no Exploit haue done You fled for Vantage euery one will sweare But if I bow they 'le say it was for feare There is no hope that euer I will stay If the first howre I shrinke and run away Here on my knee I begge Mortalitie Rather then Life preseru'd with Infamie Talb. Shall all thy Mothers hopes lye in one Tombe Iohn I rather then I le shame my Mothers Wombe Talb. Vpon my Blessing I command thee goe Iohn To fight I will but not to flye the Foe Talb. Part of thy Father may be sau'd in thee Iohn No part of him but will be shame in mee Talb. Thou neuer hadst Renowne nor canst not lose it Iohn Yes your renowned Name shall flight abuse it Talb. Thy Fathers charge shal cleare thee from y t staine Iohn You cannot witnesse for me being slaine If Death be so apparant then both flye Talb. And leaue my followers here to fight and dye My Age was neuer tainted with such shame Iohn And shall my Youth be guiltie of such blame No more can I be seuered from your side Then can your selfe your selfe in twaine diuide Stay goe doe what you will the like doe I For liue I will not if my Father dye Talb. Then here I take
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 broâe 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 harâed 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 teaâes 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
he is lawfull King Henry All will reuolt from me and turne to him Northumb. Plantagenet for all the Clayme thou lay'st Thinke not that Henry shall be so depos'd Warw. Depos'd he shall be in despight of all Northumb. Thou art deceiu'd 'T is not thy Southerne power Of Essex Norfolke Suffolke nor of Kent Which makes thee thus presumptuous and prowd Can set the Duke vp in despight of me Clifford King Henry be thy Title right or wrong Lord Clifford vowes to fight in thy defence May that ground gape and swallow me aliue Where I shall kneele to him that slew my Father Henry Oh Clifford how thy words reuiue my heart Plant. Henry of Lancaster resigne thy Crowne What mutter you or what conspire you Lords Warw. Doe right vnto this Princely Duke of Yorke Or I will fill the House with armed men And ouer the Chayre of State where now he sits Write vp his Title with vsurping blood He stampes with his foot and the Souldiers shew themselues Henry My Lord of Warwick heare but one word Let me for this my life time reigne as King Plant. Confirme the Crowne to me and to mine Heires And thou shalt reigne in quiet while thou liu'st Henry I am content Richard Plantagenet Enioy the Kingdome after my decease Clifford What wrong is this vnto the Prince your Sonne Warw. What good is this to England and himselfe Westm Base fearefull and despayring Henry Clifford How hast thou iniur'd both thy selfe and vs Westm I cannot stay to heare these Articles Northumb. Nor I. Clifford Come Cousin let vs tell the Queene these Newes Westm Farwell faint-hearted and degenerate King In whose cold blood no sparke of Honor bides Northumb. Be thou a prey vnto the House of Yorke And dye in Bands for this vnmanly deed Cliff In dreadfull Warre may'st thou be ouercome Or liue in peace abandon'd and despis'd Warw. Turne this way Henry and regard them not Exeter They seeke reuenge and therefore will not yeeld Henry Ah Exeter Warw. Why should you sigh my Lord Henry Not for my selfe Lord Warwick but my Sonne Whom I vnnaturally shall dis-inherite But be it as it may I here entayle The Crowne to thee and to thine Heires for euer Conditionally that heere thou take an Oath To cease this Ciuill Warre and whil'st I liue To honor me as thy King and Soueraigne And neyther by Treason nor Hostilitie To seeke to put me downe and reigne thy selfe Plant. This Oath I willingly take and will performe Warw. Long liue King Henry Plantagenet embrace him Henry And long liue thou and these thy forward Sonnes Plant. Now Yorke and Lancaster are reconcil'd Exet. Accurst be he that seekes to make them foes Senet Here they come downe Plant. Farewell my gracious Lord I le to my Castle Warw. And I le keepe London with my Souldiers Norf. And I to Norfolke with my followerâ Mount And I vnto the Sea from whence I came Henry And I with griefe and sorrow to the Court. Enter the Queene Exeter Heere comes the Queene Whose Lookes be wray her anger I le steale away Henry Exeter so will I. Queene Nay goe not from me I will follow thee Henry Be patient gentle Queene and I will stay Queene Who can be patient in such extreames Ah wretched man would I had dy'de a Maid And neuer seene thee neuer borne thee Sonne Seeing thou hast prou'd so vnnaturall a Father Hath he deseru'd to loose his Birth-right thus Hadst thou but lou'd him halfe so well as I Or felt that paine which I did for him once Or nourisht him as I did with my blood Thou would'st haue left thy dearest heart-blood there Rather then haue made that sauage Duke thine Heire And dis-inherited thine onely Sonne Prince Father you cannot dis-inherite me If you be King why should not I succeede Henry Pardon me Margaret pardon me sweet Sonne The Earle of Warwick and the Duke enforc't me Quee. Enforc't thee Art thou King and wilt be forc't I shame to heare thee speake ah timorous Wretch Thou hast vndone thy selfe thy Sonne and me And giu'n vnto the House of Yorke such head As thou shalt reigne but by their sufferance To entayle him and his Heires vnto the Crowne What is it but to make thy Sepulcher And creepe into it farre before thy time Warwick is Chancelor and the Lord of Callice Sterne Falconbridge commands the Narrow Seas The Duke is made Protector of the Realme And yet shalt thou be safe Such safetie findes The trembling Lambe inuironned with Wolues Had I beene there which am a silly Woman The Souldiers should haue toss'd me on their Pikes Before I would haue granted to that Act. But thou preferr'st thy Life before thine Honor. And seeing thou do'st I here diuorce my selfe Both from thy Table Henry and thy Bed Vntill that Act of Parliament be repeal'd Whereby my Sonne is dis-inherited The Northerne Lords that haue forsworne thy Colours Will follow mine if once they see them spread And spread they shall be to thy foule disgrace And vtter ruine of the House of Yorke Thus doe I leaue thee Come Sonne let 's away Our Army is ready come wee 'le after them Henry Stay gentle Margaret and heare me speake Queene Thou hast spoke too much already get thee gone Henry Gentle Sonne Edward thou wilt stay me Queene I to be murther'd by his Enemies Prince When I returne with victorie to the field I le see your Grace till then I le follow her Queene Come Sonne away we may not linger thus Henry Poore Queene How loue to me and to her Sonne Hath made her breake out into termes of Rage Reueng'd may she be on that hatefull Duke Whose haughtie spirit winged with desire Will cost my Crowne and like an emptie Eagle Tyre on the flesh of me and of my Sonne The losse of those three Lords torments my heart I le write vnto them and entreat them faire Come Cousin you shall be the Messenger Exet. And I I hope shall reconcile them all Exit Flourish Enter Richard Edward and Mountague Richard Brother though I bee youngest giue mee leaue Edward No I can better play the Orator Mount But I haue reasons strong and forceable Enter the Duke of Yorke Yorke Why how now Sonnes and Brother at a strife What is your Quarrell how began it first Edward No Quarrell but a slight Contention Yorke About what Rich. About that which concernes your Grace and vs The Crowne of England Father which is yours Yorke Mine Boy not till King Henry be dead Richard Your Right depends not on his life or death Edward Now you are Heire therefore enioy it now By giuing the House of Lancaster leaue to breathe It will out-runne you Father in the end Yorke I tooke an Oath that hee should quietly reigne Edward But for a Kingdome any Oath may be broken I would breake a thousand Oathes to reigne one yeere Richard No God forbid your Grace should be forsworne Yorke I shall be if I clayme by open
kindnesse For that it made my imprisonment a pleasure I such a pleasure as incaged Birds Conceiue when after many moody Thoughts At last by Notes of Houshold harmonie They quite forget their losse of Libertie But Warwicke after God thou set'st me free And chiefely therefore I thanke God and thee He was the Author thou the Instrument Therefore that I may conquer Fortunes spight By liuing low where Fortune cannot hurt me And that the people of this blessed Land May not be punisht with my thwarting starres Warwicke although my Head still weare the Crowne I here resigne my Gouernment to thee For thou art fortunate in all thy deeds Warw. Your Grace hath still beene fam'd for vertuous And now may seeme as wise as vertuous By spying and auoiding Fortunes malice For few men rightly temper with the Starres Yet in this one thing let me blame your Grace For chusing me when Clarence is in place Clar. No Warwicke thou art worthy of the sway To whom the Heau'ns in thy Natiuitie Adiudg'd an Oliue Branch and Lawrell Crowne As likely to be blest in Peace and Warre And therefore I yeeld thee my free consent Warw. And I chuse Clarence onely for Protector King Warwick and Clarence giue me both your Hands Now ioyne your Hands with your Hands your Hearts That no dissention hinder Gouernment I make you both Protectors of this Land While I my selfe will lead a priuate Life And in deuotion spend my latter dayes To sinnes rebuke and my Creators prayse Warw. What answeres Clarence to his Soueraignes will Clar. That he consents if Warwicke yeeld consent For on thy fortune I repose my selfe Warw. Why then though loth yet must I be content Wee 'le yoake together like a double shadow To Henries Body and supply his place I meane in bearing weight of Gouernment While he enioyes the Honor and his ease And Clarence now then it is more then needfull Forthwith that Edward be pronounc'd a Traytor And all his Lands and Goods confiscate Clar. What else and that Succession be determined Warw. I therein Clarence shall not want his part King But with the first of all your chiefe affaires Let me entreat for I command no more That Margaret your Queene and my Sonne Edward Be sent for to returne from France with speed For till I see them here by doubtfull feare My ioy of libertie is halfe eclips'd Clar. It shall bee done my Soueraigne with all speede King My Lord of Somerset what Youth is that Of whom you seeme to haue so tender care Somers My Liege it is young Henry Earle of Richmond King Come hither Englands Hope Layes his Hand on his Head If secret Powers suggest but truth To my diuining thoughts This prettie Lad will proue our Countries blisse His Lookes are full of peacefull Maiestie His Head by nature fram'd to weare a Crowne His Hand to wield a Scepter and himselfe Likely in time to blesse a Regall Throne Make much of him my Lords for this is hee Must helpe you more then you are hurt by mee Enter a Poste Warw. What newes my friend Poste That Edward is escaped from your Brother And fled as hee heares since to Burgundie Warw. Vnsauorie newes but how made he escape Poste He was conuey'd by Richard Duke of Gloster And the Lord Hastings who attended him In secret ambush on the Forrest side And from the Bishops Huntsmen rescu'd him For Hunting was his dayly Exercise Warw. My Brother was too carelesse of his charge But let vs hence my Soueraigne to prouide A salue for any sore that may betide Exeunt Manet Somerset Richmond and Oxford Som. My Lord I like not of this flight of Edwards For doubtlesse Burgundie will yeeld him helpe And we shall haue more Warres befor 't be long As Henries late presaging Prophecie Did glad my heart with hope of this young Richmond So doth my heart mis-giue me in these Conflicts What may befall him to his harme and ours Therefore Lord Oxford to preuent the worst Forthwith wee 'le send him hence to Brittanie Till stormes be past of Ciuill Enmitie Oxf. I for if Edward re-possesse the Crowne 'T is like that Richmond with the rest shall downe Som. It shall be so he shall to Brittanie Come therefore let 's about it speedily Exeunt Flourish Enter Edward Richard Hastings and Souldiers Edw. Now Brother Richard Lord Hastings and the rest Yet thus farre Fortune maketh vs amends And sayes that once more I shall enterchange My wained state for Henries Regall Crowne Well haue we pass'd and now re-pass'd the Seas And brought desired helpe from Burgundie What then remaines we being thus arriu'd From Rauenspurre Hauen before the Gates of Yorke But that we enter as into our Dukedome Rich. The Gates made fast Brother I like not this For many men that stumble at the Threshold Are well fore-told that danger lurkes within Edw. Tush man aboadments must not now affright vs By faire or foule meanes we must enter in For hither will our friends repaire to vs. Hast. My Liege I le knocke once more to summon them Enter on the Walls the Maior of Yorke and his Brethren Maior My Lords We were fore-warned of your comming And shut the Gates for safetie of our selues For now we owe allegeance vnto Henry Edw. But Master Maior if Henry be your King Yet Edward at the least is Duke of Yorke Maior True my good Lord I know you for no lesse Edw. Why and I challenge nothing but my Dukedome As being well content with that alone Rich. But when the Fox hath once got in his Nose Hee 'le soone finde meanes to make the Body follow Hast. Why Master Maior why stand you in a doubt Open the Gates we are King Henries friends Maior I say you so the Gates shall then be opened He descends Rich. A wise stout Captaine and soone perswaded Hast The good old man would faine that all were wel So 't were not long of him but being entred I doubt not I but we shall soone perswade Both him and all his Brothers vnto reason Enter the Maior and two Aldermen Edw. So Master Maior these Gates must not be shut But in the Night or in the time of Warre What feare not man but yeeld me vp the Keyes Takes his Keyes For Edward will defend the Towne and thee And all those friends that deine to follow mee March Enter Mountgomerie with Drumme and Souldiers Rich. Brother this is Sir Iohn Mountgomerie Our trustie friend vnlesse I be deceiu'd Edw. Welcome Sir Iohn but why come you in Armes Mount To helpe King Edward in his time of storme As euery loyall Subiect ought to doe Edw. Thankes good Mountgomerie But we now forget our Title to the Crowne And onely clayme our Dukedome Till God please to send the rest Mount Then fare you well for I will hence againe I came to serue a King and not a Duke Drummer strike vp and let vs march away The Drumme begins to march Edw. Nay
by thy bloody minde That neuer dream'st on ought but Butcheries Did'st thou not kill this King Rich. I graunt ye An. Do'st grant me Hedge-hogge Then God graunt me too Thou may'st be damned for that wicked deede O he was gentle milde and vertuous Rich. The better for the King of heauen that hath him An. He is in heauen where thou shalt neuer come Rich. Let him thanke me that holpe to send him thither For he was fitter for that place then earth An. And thou vnfit for any place but hell Rich. Yes one place else if you will heare me name it An. Some dungeon Rich. Your Bed-chamber An. Ill rest betide the chamber where thou lyest Rich. So will it Madam till I lye with you An. I hope so Rich. I know so But gentle Lady Anne To leaue this keene encounter of our wittes And fall something into a slower method Is not the causer of the timelesse deaths Of these Plantagenets Henrie and Edward As blamefull as the Executioner An. Thou was 't the cause and most accurst effect Rich. Your beauty was the cause of that effect Your beauty that did haunt me in my sleepe To vndertake the death of all the world So I might liue one houre in your sweet bosome An. If I thought that I tell thee Homicide These Nailes should rent that beauty from my Cheekes Rich. These eyes could not endure y t beauties wrack You should not blemish it if I stood by As all the world is cheared by the Sunne So I by that It is my day my life An. Blacke night ore-shade thy day death thy life Rich. Curse not thy selfe faire Creature Thou art both An. I would I were to be reueng'd on thee Rich. It is a quarrell most vnnaturall To be reueng'd on him that loueth thee An. It is a quarrell iust and reasonable To be reueng'd on him that kill'd my Husband Rich. He that bereft the Lady of thy Husband Did it to helpe thee to a better Husband An. His better doth not breath vpon the earth Rich. He liues that loues thee better then he could An. Name him Rich. Plantagenet An. Why that was he Rich. The selfesame name but one of better Nature An. Where is he Rich. Heere Spits at him Why dost thou spit at me An. Would it were mortall poyson for thy sake Rich. Neuer came poyson from so sweet a place An. Neuer hung poyson on a fowler Toade Out of my sight thou dost infect mine eyes Rich. Thine eyes sweet Lady haue infected mine An. Would they were Basiliskes to strike thee dead Rich. I would they were that I might dye at once For now they kill me with a liuing death Those eyes of thine from mine haue drawne salt Teares Sham'd their Aspects with store of childish drops These eyes which neuer shed remorsefull teare No when my Father Yorke and Edward wept To heare the pittious moane that Rutland made When black-fac'd Clifford shooke his sword at him Nor when thy warlike Father like a Childe Told the sad storie of my Fathers death And twenty times made pause to sob and weepe That all the standers by had wet their cheekes Like Trees bedash'd with raine In that sad time My manly eyes did scorne an humble teare And what these sorrowes could not thence exhale Thy Beauty hath and made them blinde with weeping I neuer sued to Friend nor Enemy My Tongue could neuer learne sweet smoothing word But now thy Beauty is propos'd my Fee My proud heart sues and prompts my tongue to speake She lookes scornfully at him Teach not thy lip such Scorne for it was made For kissing Lady not for such contempt If thy reuengefull heart cannot forgiue Loe heere I lend thee this sharpe-pointed Sword Which if thou please to hide in this true brest And let the Soule forth that adoreth thee I lay it naked to the deadly stroke And humbly begge the death vpon my knee He layes his brest open she offers at with his sword Nay do not pause For I did kill King Henrie But 't was thy Beauty that prouoked me Nay now dispatch 'T was I that stabb'd yong Edward But 't was thy Heauenly face that set me on She fals the Sword Take vp the Sword againe or take vp me An. Arise Dissembler though I wish thy death I will not be thy Executioner Rich. Then bid me kill my selfe and I will do it An. I haue already Rich. That was in thy rage Speake it againe and euen with the word This hand which for thy loue did kill thy Loue Shall for thy loue kill a farre truer Loue To both their deaths shalt thou be accessary An. I would I knew thy heart Rich. 'T is figur'd in my tongue An. I feare me both are false Rich. Then neuer Man was true An. Well well put vp your Sword Rich. Say then my Peace is made An. That shalt thou know heereafter Rich. But shall I liue in hope An. All men I hope liue so Vouchsafe to weare this Ring Rich. Looke how my Ring incompasseth thy Finger Euen so thy Brest incloseth my poore heart Weare both of them for both of them are thine And if thy poore deuoted Seruant may But beg one fauour at thy gracious hand Thou dost confirme his happinesse for euer An. What is it Rich. That it may please you leaue these sad designes To him that hath most cause to be a Mourner And presently repayre to Crosbie House Where after I haue solemnly interr'd At Chertsey Monast'ry this Noble King And wet his Graue with my Repentant Teares I will with all expedient duty see you For diuers vnknowne Reasons I beseech you Grant me this Boon An. With all my heart and much it ioyes me too To see you are become so penitent Tressel and Barkley go along with me Rich. Bid me farwell An. 'T is more then you deserue But since you teach me how to flatter you Imagine I haue saide farewell already Exit two with Anne Gent. Towards Chertsey Noble Lord Rich. No to White Friars there attend my comming Exit Coarse Was euer woman in this humour woo'd Was euer woman in this humour wonne I le haue her but I will not keepe her long What I that kill'd her Husband and his Father To take her in her hearts extreamest hate With curses in her mouth Teares in her eyes The bleeding witnesse of my hatred by Hauing God her Conscience and these bars against me And I no Friends to backe my suite withall But the plaine Diuell and dissembling lookes And yet to winne her All the world to nothing Hah Hath she forgot alreadie that braue Prince Edward her Lord whom I some three monthes since Stab'd in my angry mood at Tewkesbury A sweeter and a louelier Gentleman Fram'd in the prodigallity of Nature Yong Valiant Wise and no doubt right Royal The spacious World cannot againe affoord And will she yet abase her eyes on me That cropt the Golden prime of this sweet Prince And made her Widdow
to a wofull Bed On me whose All not equals Edwards Moytie On me that halts and am mishapen thus My Dukedome to a Beggerly denier I do mistake my person all this while Vpon my life she findes although I cannot My selfe to be a maru'llous proper man I le be at Charges for a Looking-glasse And entertaine a score or two of Taylors To study fashions to adorne my body Since I am crept in fauour with my selfe I will maintaine it with some little cost But first I le turne you Fellow in his Graue And then returne lamenting to my Loue. Shine out faire Sunne till I haue bought a glasse That I may see my Shadow as I passe exit Scena Tertia Enter the Queene Mother Lord Riuers and Lord Gray Riu. Haue patience Madam ther 's no doubt his Maiesty Will soone recouer his accustom'd health Gray In that you brooke it ill it makes him worse Therefore for Gods sake entertaine good comfort And cheere his Grace with quicke and merry eyes Qu. If he were dead what would betide on me Gray No other harme but losse of such a Lord. Qu. The losse of such a Lord includes all harmes Gray The Heauens haue blest you with a goodly Son To be your Comforter when he is gone Qu. Ah! he is yong and his minority Is put vnto the trust of Richard Glouster A man that loues not me nor none of you Riu. Is it concluded he shall be Protector Qu. It is determin'd not concluded yet But so it must be if the King miscarry Enter Buckingham and Derby Gray Here comes the Lord of Buckingham Derby Buc. Good time of day vnto your Royall Grace Der. God make your Maiesty ioyful as you haue bin Qu. The Countesse Richmond good my L. of Derby To your good prayer will scarsely say Amen Yet Derby notwithstanding shee 's your wife And loues not me be you good Lord assur'd I hate not you for her proud arrogance Der. I do beseech you either not beleeue The enuious slanders of her false Accusers Or if she be accus'd on true report Beare with her weaknesse which I thinke proceeds From wayward sicknesse and no grounded malice Qu. Saw you the King to day my Lord of Derby Der. But now the Duke of Buckingham and I Are come from visiting his Maiesty Que. What likelyhood of his amendment Lords Buc. Madam good hope his Grace speaks chearfully Qu. God grant him health did you confer with him Buc. I Madam he desires to make attonement Betweene the Duke of Glouster and your Brothers And betweene them and my Lord Chamberlaine And sent to warne them to his Royall presence Qu. Would all were well but that will neuer be I feare our happinesse is at the height Enter Richard Rich. They do me wrong and I will not indure it Who is it that complaines vnto the King Thar I forsooth am sterne and loue them not By holy Paul they loue his Grace but lightly That fill his eares with such dissentious Rumors Because I cannot flatter and looke faire Smile in mens faces smooth deceiue and cogge Ducke with French nods and Apish curtesie I must be held a rancorous Enemy Cannot a plaine man liue and thinke no harme But thus his simple truth must be abus'd With silken slye insinuating Iackes Grey To who in all this presence speaks your Grace Rich. To thee that hast nor Honesty nor Grace When haue I iniur'd thee When done thee wrong Or thee or thee or any of your Faction A plague vpon you all His Royall Grace Whom God preserue better then you would wish Cannot be quiet scarse a breathing while But you must trouble him with lewd complaints Qu. Brother of Glouster you mistake the matter The King on his owne Royall disposition And not prouok'd by any Sutor else Ayming belike at your interiour hatred That in your outward action shewes it selfe Against my Children Brothers and my Selfe Makes him to send that he may learne the ground Rich. I cannot tell the world is growne so bad That Wrens make prey where Eagles dare not pearch Since euerie Iacke became a Gentleman There 's many a gentle person made a Iacke Qu. Come come we know your meaning Brother Gloster You enuy my aduancement and my friends God grant we neuer may haue neede of you Rich. Meane time God grants that I haue need of you Our Brother is imprison'd by your meanes My selfe disgrac'd and the Nobilitie Held in contempt while great Promotions Are daily giuen to ennoble those That scarse some two dayes since were worth a Noble Qu. By him that rais'd me to this carefull height From that contented hap which I inioy'd I neuer did incense his Maiestie Against the Duke of Clarence but haue bin An earnest aduocate to plead for him My Lord you do me shamefull iniurie Falsely to draw me in these vile suspects Rich You may deny that you were not the meane Of my Lord Hastings late imprisonment Riu. She may my Lord for Rich. She may Lord Riuers why who knowes not so She may do more sir then denying that She may helpe you to many faire preferments And then deny her ayding hand therein And lay those Honors on your high desert What may she not she may I marry may she Riu. What marry may she Ric. What marrie may she Marrie with a King A Batcheller and a handsome stripling too I wis your Grandam had a worser match Qu. My Lord of Glouster I haue too long borne Your blunt vpbraidings and your bitter scoffes By heauen I will acquaint his Maiestie Of those grosse taunts that oft I haue endur'd I had rather be a Countrie seruant maide Then a great Queene with this condition To be so baited scorn'd and stormed at Small ioy haue I in being Englands Queene Enter old Queene Margaret Mar. And lesned be that small God I beseech him Thy honor state and seate is due to me Rich. What threat you me with telling of the King I will auouch't in presence of the King I dare aduenture to be sent to th' Towre 'T is time to speake My paines are quite forgot Margaret Out Diuell I do remember them too well Thou killd'st my Husband Henrie in the Tower And Edward my poore Son at Tewkesburie Rich. Ere you were Queene I or your Husband King I was a packe-horse in his great affaires A weeder out of his proud Aduersaries A liberall rewarder of his Friends To royalize his blood I spent mine owne Margaret I and much better blood Then his or thine Rich. In all which time you and your Husband Grey Were factious for the House of Lancaster And Riuers so were you Was not your Husband In Margarets Battaile at Saint Albons slaine Let me put in your mindes if you forget What you haue beene ere this and what you are Withall what I haue beene and what I am Q.M. A murth'rous Villaine and so still thou art Rich. Poore Clarence did forsake his Father Warwicke I and forswore himselfe
what the Nobles were committed Is all vnknowne to me my gracious Lord. Qu. Aye me I see the ruine of my House The Tyger now hath seiz'd the gentle Hinde Insulting Tiranny beginnes to Iutt Vpon the innocent and awelesse Throne Welcome Destruction Blood and Massacre I see as in a Map the end of all Dut. Accursed and vnquiet wrangling dayes How many of you haue mine eyes beheld My Husband lost his life to get the Crowne And often vp and downe my sonnes were tost For me to ioy and weepe their gaine and losse And being seated and Domesticke broyles Cleane ouer-blowne themselues the Conquerors Make warre vpon themselues Brother to Brother Blood to blood selfe against selfe O prepostorous And franticke outrage ând thy damned spleene Or let me dye to looke on earth no more Qu. Come come my Boy we will to Sanctuary Madam farwell Dut. Stay I will go with you Qu. You haue no cause Arch. My gracious Lady go And thether beare your Treasure and your Goodes For my part I le resigne vnto your Grace The Seale I keepe and so betide to me As well I tender you and all of yours Go I le conduct you to the Sanctuary Exeunt Actus Tertius Scoena Prima The Trumpets sound Enter yong Prince the Dukes of Glocester and Buckingham Lord Cardinall with others Buc. Welcome sweete Prince to London To your Chamber Rich. Welcome deere Cosin my thoughts Soueraign The wearie way hath made you Melancholly Prin. No Vnkle but our crosses on the way Haue made it tedious wearisome and heauie I want more Vnkles heere to welcome me Rich. Sweet Prince the vntainted vertue of your yeers Hath not yet diu'd into the Worlds deceit No more can you distinguish of a man Then of his outward shew which God he knowes Seldome or neuer iumpeth with the heart Those Vnkles which you want were dangerous Your Grace attended to their Sugred words But look'd not on the poyson of their hearts God keepe you from them and from such false Friends Prin. God keepe me from false Friends But they were none Rich. My Lord the Maior of London comes to greet you Enter Lord Maior Lo. Maior God blesse your Grace with health and happie dayes Prin. I thanke you good my Lord and thank you all I thought my Mother and my Brother Yorke Would long ere this haue met vs on the way Fie what a Slug is Hastings that he comes not To tell vs whether they will come or no. Enter Lord Hastings Buck. And in good time heere comes the sweating Lord. Prince Welcome my Lord what will our Mother come Hast On what occasion God he knowes not I The Queene your Mother and your Brother Yorke Haue taken Sanctuarie The tender Prince Would faine haue come with me to meet your Grace But by his Mother was perforce with-held Buck. Fie what an indirect and peeuish course Is this of hers Lord Cardinall will your Grace Perswade the Queene to send the Duke of Yorke Vnto his Princely Brother presently If she denie Lord Hastings goe with him And from her iealous Armes pluck him perforce Card. My Lord of Buckingham if my weake Oratorie Can from his Mother winne the Duke of Yorke Anon expect him here but if she be obdurate To milde entreaties God forbid We should infringe the holy Priuiledge Of blessed Sanctuarie not for all this Land Would I be guiltie of so great a sinne Buck. You are too sencelesse obstinate my Lord Too ceremonious and traditionall Weigh it but with the grossenesse of this Age You breake not Sanctuarie in seizing him The benefit thereof is alwayes granted To those whose dealings haue deseru'd the place And those who haue the wit to clayme the place This Prince hath neyther claym'd it nor deseru'd it And therefore in mine opinion cannot haue it Then taking him from thence that is not there You breake no Priuiledge nor Charter there Oft haue I heard of Sanctuarie men But Sanctuarie children ne're till now Card. My Lord you shall o're-rule my mind for once Come on Lord Hastings will you goe with me Hast I goe my Lord. Exit Cardinall and Hastings Prince Good Lords make all the speedie hast you may Say Vnckle Glocester if our Brother come Where shall we soiourne till our Coronation Glo. Where it think'st best vnto your Royall selfe If I may counsaile you some day or two Your Highnesse shall repose you at the Tower Then where you please and shall be thought most fit For your best health and recreation Prince I doe not like the Tower of any place Did Iulius Caesar build that place my Lord Buck. He did my gracious Lord begin that place Which since succeeding Ages haue re-edify'd Prince Is it vpon record or else reported Successiuely from age to age he built it Buck. Vpon record my gracious Lord. Prince But say my Lord it were not registred Me thinkes the truth should liue from age to age As 't were retayl'd to all posteritie Euen to the generall ending day Glo. So wise so young they say doe neuer liue long Prince What say you Vnckle Glo. I say without Characters Fame liues long Thus like the formall Vice Iniquitie I morallize two meanings in one word Prince That Iulius Caesar was a famous man With what his Valour did enrich his Wit His Wit set downe to make his Valour liue Death makes no Conquest of his Conqueror For now he liues in Fame though not in Life I le tell you what my Cousin Buckingham Buck. What my gracious Lord Prince And if I liue vntill I be a man I le win our ancient Right in France againe Or dye a Souldier as I liu'd a King Glo. Short Summers lightly haue a forward Spring Enter young Yorke Hastings and Cardinall Buck. Now in good time heere comes the Duke of Yorke Prince Richard of Yorke how fares our Noble Brother Yorke Well my deare Lord so must I call you now Prince I Brother to our griefe as it is yours Too late he dy'd that might haue kept that Title Which by his death hath lost much Maiestie Glo. How fares our Cousin Noble Lord of Yorke Yorke I thanke you gentle Vnckle O my Lord You said that idle Weeds are fast in growth The Prince my Brother hath out-growne me farre Glo. He hath my Lord. Yorke And therefore is he idle Glo. Oh my faire Cousin I must not say so Yorke Then he is more beholding to you then I. Glo. He may command me as my Soueraigne But you haue power in me as in a Kinsman Yorke I pray you Vnckle giue me this Dagger Glo. My Dagger little Cousin with all my heart Prince A Begger Brother Yorke Of my kind Vnckle that I know will giue And being but a Toy which is no griefe to giue Glo. A greater gift then that I le giue my Cousin Yorke A greater gift O that 's the Sword to it Glo. I gentle Cousin were it light enough Yorke O then I see you will part but
Songs of Death He striketh him There take thou that till thou bring better newes Mess The newes I haue to tell your Maiestie Is that by sudden Floods and fall of Waters Buckinghams Armie is dispers'd and scatter'd And he himselfe wandred away alone No man knowes whither Rich. I cry thee mercie There is my Purse to cure that Blow of thine Hath any well-aduised friend proclaym'd Reward to him that brings the Traytor in Mess Such Proclamation hath been made my Lord. Enter another Messenger Mess Sir Thomas Louell and Lord Marquesse Dorset 'T is said my Liege in Yorkeshire are in Armes But this good comfort bring I to your Highnesse The Brittaine Nauie is dispers'd by Tempest Richmond in Dorsetshire sent out a Boat Vnto the shore to aske those on the Banks If they were his Assistants yea or no Who answer'd him they came from Buckingham Vpon his partie he mistrusting them Hoys'd sayle and made his course againe for Brittaine Rich. March on march on since we are vp in Armes If not to fight with forraine Enemies Yet to beat downe these Rebels here at home Enter Catesby Cat. My Liege the Duke of Buckingham is taken That is the best newes that the Earle of Richmond Is with a mighty power Landed at Milford Is colder Newes but yet they must be told Rich. Away towards Salsbury while we reason here A Royall batteil might be wonne and lost Some one take order Buckingham be brought To Salsbury the rest march on with me Florish Exeunt Scena Quarta Enter Derby and Sir Christopher Der. Sir Christopher tell Richmond this from me That in the stye of the most deadly Bore My Sonne George Stanley is frankt vp in hold If I reuolt off goes yong Georges head The feare of that holds off my present ayde So get thee gone commend me to thy Lord. Withall say that the Queene hath heartily consented He should espouse Elizabeth hir daughter But tell me where is Princely Richmond now Chri. At Penbroke or at Hertford West in Wales Der. What men of Name resort to him Chri Sir Walter Herbert a renowned Souldier Sir Gilbert Talbot Sir William Stanley Oxford redoubted Pembroke Sir Iames Blunt And Rice ap Thomas with a valiant Crew And many other of great name and worth And towards London do they bend their power If by the way they be not fought withall Der. Well hye thee to thy Lord I kisse his hand My Letter will resolue him of my minde Farewell Exeunt Actus Quintus Scena Prima Enter Buckingham with Halberds led to Execution Buc. Will not King Richard let me speake with him Sher. No my good Lord therefore be patient Buc. Hastings and Edwards children Gray Riuers Holy King Henry and thy faire Sonne Edward Vaughan and all that haue miscarried By vnder-hand corrupted foule iniustice If that your moody discontented soules Do through the clowds behold this present houre Euen for reuenge mocke my destruction This is All-soules day Fellow is it not Sher. It is Buc. Why then Al-soules day is my bodies doomsday This is the day which in King Edwards time I wish'd might fall on me when I was found False to his Children and his Wiues Allies This is the day wherein I wisht to fall By the false Faith of him whom most I trusted This this All-soules day to my fearfull Soule Is the determin'd respit of my wrongs That high All-seer which I dallied with Hath turn'd my fained Prayer on my head And giuen in earnest what I begg'd in iest Thus doth he force the swords of wicked men To turne their owne points in their Masters bosomes Thus Margarets curse falles heauy on my necke When he quoth she shall split thy heart with sorrow Remember Margaret was a Prophetesse Come leade me Officers to the blocke of shame Wrong hath but wrong and blame the due of blame Exeunt Buckingham with Officers Scena Secunda Enter Richmond Oxford Blunt Herbert and others with drum and colours Richm Fellowes in Armes and my most louing Frends Bruis'd vnderneath the yoake of Tyranny Thus farre into the bowels of the Land Haue we marcht on without impediment And heere receiue we from our Father Stanley Lines of faire comfort and encouragement The wretched bloody and vsurping Boare That spoyl'd your Summer Fields and fruitfull Vines Swilles your warm blood like wash makes his trough In your embowel'd bosomes This foule Swine Is now euen in the Centry of this Isle Ne're to the Towne of Leicester as we learne From Tamworth thither is but one dayes march In Gods name cheerely on couragious Friends To reape the Haruest of perpetuall peace By this one bloody tryall of sharpe Warre Oxf. Euery mans Conscience is a thousand men To sight against this guilty Homicide Her I doubt not but his Friends will turne to vs. Blunt He hath no friends but what are friends for fear Which in his deerest neede will flye from him Richm. All for our vantage then in Gods name march True Hope is swift and flyes with Swallowes wings Kings it makes Gods and meaner creatures Kings Exeunt Omnes Enter King Richard in Armes with Norfolke Ratcliffe and the Earle of Surrey Rich. Here pitch our Tent euen here in Bosworth field My Lord of Surrey why looke you so sad Sur. My heart is ten times lighter then my lookes Rich. My Lord of Norfolke Nor. Heere most gracious Liege Rich. Norfolke we must haue knockes Ha must we not Nor. We must both giue and take my louing Lord. Rich. Vp with my Tent heere wil I lye to night But where to morrow Well all 's one for that Who hath descried the number of the Traitors Nor. Six or seuen thousand is their vtmost power Rich. Why our Battalia trebbles that account Besides the Kings name is a Tower of strength Which they vpon the aduerse Faction want Vp with the Tent Come Noble Gentlemen Let vs suruey the vantage of the ground Call for some men of found direction Let 's lacke no Discipline make no delay For Lords to morrow is a busie day Exeunt Enter Richmond Sir William Brandon Oxford and Dorset Richm. The weary Sunne hath made a Golden set And by the bright Tract of his fiery Carre Giues token of a goodly day to morrow Sir William Brandon you shall beare my Standard Giue me some Inke and Paper in my Tent I le draw the Forme and Modell of our Battaile Limit each Leader to his seuerall Charge And part in iust proportion our small Power My Lord of Oxford you Sir William Brandon And your Sir Walter Herbert stay with me The Earle of Pembroke keepes his Regiment Good Captaine Blunt beare my goodnight to him And by the second houre in the Morning Desire the Earle to see me in my Tent Yet one thing more good Captaine do for me Where is Lord Stanley quarter'd do you know Blunt Vnlesse I haue mistane his Colours much Which well I am assur'd I haue not done His Regiment lies halfe a
Mile at least South from the mighty Power of the King Richm. If without perill it be possible Sweet Blunt make some good meanes to speak with him And giue him from me this most needfull Note Blunt Vpon my life my Lord I le vndertake it And so God giue you quiet rest to night Richm. Good night good Captaine Blunt Come Gentlemen Let vs consult vpon to morrowes Businesse Into my Tent the Dew is rawe and cold They withdraw into the Tent. Enter Richard Ratcliffe Norfolke Catesby Rich. What is' t a Clocke Cat. It 's Supper time my Lord it 's nine a clocke King I will not sup to night Giue me some Inke and Paper What is my Beauer easier then it was And all my Armour laid into my Tent Cat. It is my Liege and all things are in readinesse Rich. Good Norfolke hye thee to thy charge Vse carefull Watch choose trusty Centinels Nor. I go my Lord. Rich. Sâir with the Larke to morrow gentle Norfolk Nor. I warrant you my Lord. Exit Rich. Ratcliffe Rat. My Lord. Rich. Send out a Pursuiuant at Armes To Stanleys Regiment bid him bring his power Before Sun-rising least his Sonne George fall Into the blinde Caue of eternall night Fill me a Bowle of Wine Giue me a Watch Saddle white Surrey for the Field to morrow Look that my Staues be sound not too heauy Ratcliff Rat. My Lord. Rich. Saw'st the melancholly Lord Northumberland Rat. Thomas the Earle of Surrey and himselfe Much about Cockshut time from Troope to Troope Went through the Army chearing vp the Souldiers King So I am satisfied Giue me a Bowle of Wine I haue not that Alacrity of Spirit Nor cheere of Minde that I was wont to haue Set it downe Is Inke and Paper ready Rat. It is my Lord. Rich. Bid my Guard watch Leaue me Ratcliffe about the mid of night come to my Tent And helpe to arme me Leaue me I say Exit Ratclif Enter Derby to Richmond in his Tent. Der. Fortune and Victory sit on thy Helme Rich. All comfort that the darke night can affoord Be to thy Person Noble Father in Law Tell me how fares our Noble Mother Der. I by Attourney blesse thee from thy Mother Who prayes continually for Richmonds good So much for that The silent houres steale on And flakie darkenesse breakes within the East In breefe for so the season bids vs be Prepare thy Battell early in the Morning And put thy Fortune to th' Arbitrement Of bloody stroakes and mortall staring Warre I as I may that which I would I cannot With best aduantage will deceiue the time And ayde thee in this doubtfull shocke of Armes But on thy side I may not be too forward Least being seene thy Brother tender George Be executed in his Fathers sight Farewell the leysure and the fearfull time Cuts off the ceremonious Vowes of Loue And ample enterchange of sweet Discourse Which so long sundred Friends should dwell vpon God giue vs leysure for these rites of Loue. Once more Adieu be valiant and speed well Richm. Good Lords conduct him to his Regiment I le striue with troubled noise to take a Nap Lest leaden slumber peize me downe to morrow When I should mount with wings of Victory Once more good night kinde Lords and Gentlemen Exeunt Manet Richmond O thou whose Captaine I account my selfe Looke on my Forces with a gracious eye Put in their hands thy bruising Irons of wrath That they may crush downe with a heauy fall Th' vsurping Helmets of our Aduersaries Make vs thy ministers of Chasticement That we may praise thee in thy victory To thee I do commend my watchfull soule Ere I let fall the windowes of mine eves Sleeping and waking oh defend me still Sleeps Enter the Ghost of Prince Edward Sonne to Henry the sixt Gh. to Ri. Let me sit heauy on thy soule to morrow Thinke how thou stab'st me in my prime of youth At Teukesbury Dispaire therefore and dye Ghost to Richm. Be chearefull Richmond For the wronged Soules Of butcher'd Princes fight in thy behalfe King Henries issue Richmond comforts thee Enter the Ghost of Henry the sixt Ghost When I was mortall my Annointed body By thee was punched full of holes Thinke on the Tower and me Dispaire and dye Harry the sixt bids thee dispaire and dye To Richm. Vertuous and holy be thou Conqueror Harry that prophesied thou should'st be King Doth comfort thee in sleepe Liue and flourish Enter the Ghost of Clarence Ghost Let me sit heauy in thy soule to morrow I that was wash'd to death with Fulsome Wine Poore Clarence by thy guâle betray'd to death To morrow in the battell thinke on me And fall thy edgelesse Sword dispaire and dye To Richm. Thou off-spring of the house of Lancaster The wronged heyres of Yorke do pray for thee Good Angels guard thy battell Liue and Flourish Enter the Ghosts of Riuers Gray and Vaughan Riu. Let me sit heauy in thy soule to morrow Riuers that dy'de at Pomfret dispaire and dye Grey Thinke vpon Grey and let thy soule dispaire Vaugh. Thinke vpon Vaughan and with guilty feare Let fall thy Lance dispaire and dye All to Richm. Awake And thinke our wrongs in Richards Bosome Will conquer him Awake and win the day Enter the Ghost of Lord Hastings Gho. Bloody and guilty guiltily awake And in a bloody Battell end thy dayes Thinke on Lord Hastings dispaire and dye Hast to Rich. Quiet vntroubled soule Awake awake Arme fight and conquer for faire Englands sake Enter the Ghosts of the two yong Princes Ghosts Dreame on thy Cousins Smothered in the Tower Let vs be laid within thy bosome Richard And weigh thee downe to ruine shame and death Thy Nephewes soule bids thee dispaire and dye Ghosts to Richm. Sleepe Richmond Sleepe in Peace and wake in Ioy Good Angels guard thee from the Boares annoy Liue and be get a happy race of Kings Edwards vnhappy Sonnes do bid thee flourish Enter the Ghost of Anne his Wife Ghost to Rich. Richard thy Wife That wretched Anne thy Wife That neuer slept a quiet houre with thee Now filles thy sleepe with perturbations To morrow in the Battaile thinke on me And fall thy edgelesse Sword dispaire and dye Ghost to Richm. Thou quiet soule Sleepe thou a quiet sleepe Dreame of Successe and Happy Victory Thy Aduersaries Wife doth pray for thee Enter the Ghost of Buckingham Ghost to Rich. The first was I That help'd thee to the Crowne The last was I that felt thy Tyranny O in the Battaile think on Buckingham And dye in terror of thy guiltinesse Dreame on dreame on of bloody deeds and death Fainting dispaire dispairing yeeld thy breath Ghost to Richm. I dyed for hope Ere I could lend thee Ayde But cheere thy heart and be thou not dismayde God and good Angels fight on Richmonds side And Richard fall in height of all his pride Richard starts out of his dreame Rich. Giue me another Horse bind vp my Wounds Haue
newes Sir Thomas Louell Enter Sir Thomas Louell Louell Faith my Lord I heare of none but the new Proclamation That 's clapt vpon the Court Gate L. Cham. What is' t for Lou. The reformation of our trauel'd Gallants That fill the Court with quarrels talke and Taylors L. Cham. I 'm glad 't is there Now I would pray our Monsieurs To thinke an English Courtier may be wise And neuer see the Lonure Lou They must either For so run the Conditions leaue those remnants Of Foole and Feather that they got in France With all their honourable points of ignorance Pertaining thereunto as Fights and Fire-workes Abusing better men then they can be Out of a forreigne wisedome renouncing cleane The faith they haue in Tennis and tall Stockings Short blistred Breeches and those types of Trauell And vnderstand againe like honest men Or pack to their old Playfellowes there I take it They may Cum Praulegio wee away The lag end of their lewdnesse and be laugh'd at L. San. T is time to giue 'em Physicke their diseases Are growne so catching L. Cham What a losse our Ladies Will haue of these trim vanities Louell I marry There will be woe indeed Lords the slye whorsons Haue got a speeding tricke to lay downe Ladies A French Song and a Fiddle ha's no Fellow L. San. The Diuell fiddle 'em I am glad they are going For sure there 's no conuerting of 'em now An honest Country Lord as I am beaten A long time out of play may bring his plaine song And haue an houre of hearing and by 't Lady Held currant Musicke too L. Cham. Well said Lord Sands Your Colts tooth is not cast yet L. San. No my Lord Nor shall not while I haue a stumpe L. Cham. Sir Thomas Whither were you a going Lou. To the Cardinals Your Lordship is a guest too L. Cham. O 't is true This night he makes a Supper and a great one To many Lords and Ladies there will be The Beauty of this Kingdome I le assure you Lou. That Churchman Beares a bounteous minde indeed A hand as fruitfull as the Land that feeds vs His dewes fall euery where L. Cham. No doubt hee 's Noble He had a blacke mouth that said other of him L. San. He may my Lord Ha's wherewithall in him Sparing would shew a worse sinne then ill Doctrine Men of his way should be most liberall They are set heere for examples L. Cham. True they are so But few now giue so great ones My Barge stayes Your Lordship shall along Come good Sir Thomas We shall be late else which I would not be For I was spoke to with Sir Henry Guilford This night to be Comptrollers L. San. I am your Lordships Exeunt Scena Quarta Hoboies A small Table vnder a State for the Cardinall a longer Table for the Guests Then Enter Anne Bullen and diuers other Ladies Gentlemen as Guests at one Doore at an other Doore enter Sir Henry Guilford S. Hen. Guilf. Ladyes A generall welcome from his Grace Salutes ye all This Night he dedicates To faire content and you None heere he hopes In all this Noble Beuy has brought with her One care abroad hee would haue all as merry As first good Company good wine good welcome Can make good people Enter L. Chamberlaine L. Sands and Louell O my Lord y' are tardy The very thought of this faire Company Clapt wings to me Cham. You are young Sir Harry Guilford San. Sir Thomas Louell had the Cardinall But halfe my Lay-thoughts in him some of these Should finde a running Banket ere they rested I thinke would better please 'em by my life They are a sweet society of faire ones Lou. O that your Lordship were but now Confessor To one or two of these San. I would I were They should finde easie pennance Lou. Faith how easie San. As easie as a downe bed would affoord it Cham. Sweet Ladies will it please you sit Sir Harry Place you that side I le take the charge of this His Grace is entring Nay you must not freeze Two women plac'd together makes cold weather My Lord Sands you are one will keepe 'em waking Pray sit betweene these Ladies ãâã San. By my faith And thanke your Lordship by your leaue sweet Ladies If I chance to talke a little wilde forgiue me I had it from my Father An. Bul. Was he mad Sir San. O very mad exceeding mad in loue too But he would bite none iust as I doe now He would Kisse you Twenty with a breath Cham. Well said my Lord So now y' are fairely seated Gntlemen The pennance lyes on you if these faire Ladies Passe away frowning San. For my little Cure Let me alone Hoboyes Enter Cardinall Wolsey and takes his State Card Y' are welcome my faire Guests that noble Lady Or Gentleman that is not freely merry Is not my Friend This to confirme my welcome And to you all good health San. Your Grace is Noble Let me haue such a Bowle may hold my thankes And saue me so much talking Card. My Lord Sands I am beholding to you cheere your neighbours Ladies you are not merry Gentlemen Whose fault is this San. The red wine first must rise In their faire cheekes my Lord then wee shall haue 'em Talke vs to silence An. B. You are a merry Gamster My Lord Sands San. Yes if I make my play Heer 's to your Ladiship and pledge it Madam For t is to such a thing An. B. You cannot shew me Drum and Trumpet Chambers dischargd San. I told your Grace they would talke anon Card. What 's that Cham. Looke out there some of ye Card. What warlike voyce And to what end is this Nay Ladies feare not By all the lawes of Warre y' are priuiledg'd Enter a Seruant Cham. How now what is' t Seru. A noble troupe of Strangers For so they seeme th' haue left their Barge and landed And hither make as great Embassadors From forraigne Princes Card. Good Lord Chamberlaine Go giue 'em welcome you can speake the French tongue And pray receiue 'em Nobly and conduct 'em Into our presence where this heauen of beauty Shall shine at full vpon them Some attend him All rise and Tables remou'd You haue now a broken Banket but wee 'l mend it A good digestion to you all and once more I showre a welcome on yee welcome all Hoboyes Enter King and others as Maskers habited like Shepheards vsher'd by the Lord Chamberlaine They passe directly before the Cardinall and gracefully salute him A noble Company what are their pleasures Cham. Because they speak no English thus they praid To tell your Grace That hauing heard by fame Of this so Noble and so faire assembly This night to meet heere they could doe no lesse Out of the great respect they beare to beauty But leaue their Flockes and vnder your faire Conduct Craue leaue to view these Ladies and entreat An houre of Reuels with ' em Card. Say Lord Chamberlaine They
suites The Greatnesse of his Person Buck. Nay Sir Nicholas Let it alone my State now will but mocke me When I came hither I was Lord High Constable And Duke of Buckingham now poore Edward Bohun Yet I am richer then my base Accusers That neuer knew what Truth meant I now seale it And with that bloud will make 'em one day groane for 't My noble Father Henry of Buckingham Who first rais'd head against Vsurping Richard Flying for succour to his Seruant Banister Being distrest was by that wretch betraid And without Tryall fell Gods peace be with him Henry the Seauenth succeeding truly pittying My Fathers losse like a most Royall Prince Restor'd me to my Honours and out of ruines Made my Name once more Noble Now his Sonne Henry the Eight Life Honour Name and all That made me happy at one stroake ha's taken For euer from the World I had my Tryall And must needs say a Noble one which makes me A little happier then my wretched Father Yet thus farre we are one in Fortunes both Fell by our Seruants by those Men we lou'd most A most vnnaturall and faithlesse Seruice Heauen ha's an end in all yet you that heare me This from a dying man receiue as certaine Where you are liberall of your loues and Councels Be sure you be not loose for those you make friends And giue your hearts to when they once perceiue The least rub in your fortunes fall away Like water from ye neuer found againe But where they meane to sinke ye all good people Pray for me I must now forsake ye the last houre Of my long weary life is come vpon me Farewell and when you would say somthing that is sad Speake how I fell I haue done and God forgiue me Exeunt Duke and Traine 1. O this is full of pitty Sir it cals I feare too many curseâ on their heads That were the Authors 2. If the Duke be guiltlesse 'T is full of woe yet I can giue you inckling Of an ensuing euill if it fall Greater then this 1. Good Angels keepe it from vs What may it be you doe not doubt my faith Sir 2. This Secret is so weighty 't will require A strong faith to conceale it 1. Let me haue it I doe not talke much 2. I am confident You shall Sir Did you not of late dayes heare A buzzing of a Separation Betweene the King and Katherine 1. Yes but it held not For when the King once heard it out of anger He sent command to the Lord Mayor straight To stop the rumor and allay those tongues That durst disperse it 2. But that slander Sir Is found a truth now for it growes agen Fresher then e're it was and held for certaine The King will venture at it Either the Cardinall Or some about him neere haue out of malice To the good Queene possest him with a scruple That will vndoe her To confirme this too Cardinall Campeius is arriu'd and lately As all thinke for this busines 1. T is the Cardinall And meerely to reuenge him on the Emperour For not bestowing on him at his asking The Archbishopricke of Toledo this is purpos'd 2. I thinke You haue hit the marke but is' t not cruell That she should feele the smart of this the Cardinall Will haue his will and she must fall 1. 'T is wofull Wee are too open heere to argue this Let 's thinke in priuate more Exeunt Scena Secunda Enter Lord Chamberlaine reading this Letter MY Lord the Horses your Lordship sent for with all the care I had I saw well chosen ridden and furnish'd They were young and handsome and of the best breed in the North. When they were ready to set out for London a man of my Lord Cardinalls bâ Commission and maine power tooke 'em from me with this reason his maister would bee seru'd before a Subiect if not before the King which stop'd our mouthes Sir I feare he will indeede well let him haue them hee will haue all I thinke Enter to the Lord Chamberlaine the Dukes of Norfolke and Suffolke Norf. Well met my Lord Chamberlaine Cham. Good day to both your Graces Suff. How is the King imployd Cham. I left him priuate Full of sad thoughts and troubles Norf. What 's the cause Cham. It seemes the Marriage with his Brothers Wife Ha's crept too neere his Conscience Suff. No his Conscience Ha's crept too neere another Ladie Norf. T is so This is the Cardinals doing The King-Cardinall That blinde Priest like the eldest Sonne of Fortune Turnes what he list The King will know him one day Suff. Pray God he doe Hee 'l neuer know himselfe else Norf. How holily he workes in all his businesse And with what zeale For now he has crackt the League Between vs the Emperor the Queens great Nephew He diues into the Kings Soule and there scatters Dangers doubts wringing of the Conscience Feares and despaires and all these for his Marriage And out of all these to restore the King He counsels a Diuorce a losse of her That like a Iewell ha's hung twenty yeares About his necke yet neuer lost her lustre Of her that loues him with that excellence That Angels loue good men with Euen of her That when the greatest stroake of Fortune falls Will blesse the King and is not this course pious Cham. Heauen keep me from such councel t is most true These newes are euery where euery tongue speaks 'em And euery true heart weepes for 't All that dare Looke into these affaires see this maine end The French Kings Sister Heauen will one day open The Kings eyes that so long haue slept vpon This bold bad man Suff. And free vs from his slauery Norf. We had need pray And heartily for our deliuerance Or this imperious man will worke vs all From Princes into Pages all mens honours Lie like one lumpe before him to be fashion'd Into what pitch he please Suff. For me my Lords I loue him not nor feare him there 's my Creede As I am made without him so I le stand If the King please his Curses and his blessings Touch me alike th' are breath I not beleeue in I knew him and I know him so I leaue him To him that made him proud the Pope Norf. Let 's in And with some other busines put the King From these sad thoughts that work too much vpon him My Lord you le beare vs company Cham. Excuse me The King ha's sent me otherwhere Besides You 'l finde a most vnfit time to disturbe him Health to your Lordships Norfolke Thankes my good Lord Chamberlaine Exit Lord Chamberlaine and the King drawes the Curtaine and sits reading pensiuely Suff. How sad he lookes sure he is much afflicted Kin. Who 's there Ha Norff. Pray God he be not angry Kin. Who 's there I say How dare you thrust your selues Into my priuate Meditations Who am I Ha Norff. A gracious King that pardons all offences Malice ne're meant Our
that Woman when she has done most Yet will I adde an Honor a great Patience Car. Madam you wander from the good We ayme at Qu. My Lord I dare not make my selfe so guiltie To giue vp willingly that Noble Title Your Master wed me to nothing but death Shall e're diuorce my Dignities Car. Pray heare me Qu. Would I had neuer trod this English Earth Or felt the Flatteries that grow vpon it Ye haue Angels Faces but Heauen knowes your hearts What will become of me now wretched Lady I am the most vnhappy Woman liuing Alas poore Wenches where are now your Fortunes Shipwrack'd vpon a Kingdome where no Pitty No Friends no Hope no Kindred weepe for me Almost no Graue allow'd me Like the Lilly That once was Mistris of the Field and flourish'd I le hang my head and perish Car. If your Grace Could but be brought to know our Ends are honest Youl 'd feele more comfort Why shold we good Lady Vpon what cause wrong you Alas our Places The way of our Profession is against it We are to Cure such sorrowes not to sowe ' em For Goodnesse sake consider what you do How you may hurt your selfe I vtterly Grow from the Kings Acquaintance by this Carriage The hearts of Princes kisse Obedience So much they loue it But to stubborne Spirits They swell and grow as terrible as stormes I know you haue a Gentle Noble temper A Soule as euen as a Calme Pray thinke vs Those we professe Peace-makers Friends and Seruants Camp Madam you 'l finde it so You wrong your Vertues With these weake Womens feares A Noble Spirit As yours was put into you euer casts Such doubts as false Coine from it The King loues you Beware you loose it not For vs if you please To trust vs in your businesse we are ready To vse our vtmost Studies in your seruice Qu. Do what ye will my Lords And pray forgiue me If I haue vs'd my selfe vnmannerly You know I am a Woman lacking wit To make a seemely answer to such persons Pray do my seruice to his Maiestie He ha's my heart yet and shall haue my Prayers While I shall haue my life Come reuerend Fathers Bestow your Councels on me She now begges That little thought when she set footing heere She should haue bought her Dignities so deere Exeunt Scena Secunda Enter the Duke of Norfolke Duke of Suffolke Lord Surrey and Lord Chamberlaine Norf. If you will now vnite in your Complaints And force them with a Constancy the Cardinall Cannot stand vnder them If you omit The offer of this time I cannot promise But that you shall sustaine moe new disgraces With these you beare alreadie Sur. I am ioyfull To meete the least occasion that may giue me Remembrance of my Father-in-Law the Duke To be reueng'd on him Suf. Which of the Peeres Haue vncontemn'd gone by him or at least Strangely neglected When did he regard The stampe of Noblenesse in any person Out of himselfe Cham. My Lords you speake your pleasures What he deserues of you and me I know What we can do to him though now the time Giues way to vs I much feare If you cannot Barre his accesse to ' th' King neuer attempt Any thing on him for he hath a Witchcraft Ouer the King in 's Tongue Nor. O feare him not His spell in that is out the King hath found Matter against him that for euer marres The Hony of his Language No he 's setled Not to come off in his displeasure Sur. Sir I should be glad to heare such Newes as this Once euery houre Nor. Beleeue it this is true In the Diuorce his contrarie proceedings Are all vnfolded wherein he appeares As I would wish mine Enemy Sur. How came His practises to light Suf. Most strangely Sur. O how how Suf. The Cardinals Letters to the Pope miscarried And came to th' eye o' th' King wherein was read How that the Cardinall did intreat his Holinesse To stay the Iudgement o' th' Diuorce for if It did take place I do quoth he perceiue My King is tangled in affection to A Creature of the Queenes Lady Anne Bullen Sur. Ha's the King this Suf. Beleeue it Sur. Will this worke Cham. The King in this perceiues him how he coasts And hedges his owne way But in this point All his trickes founder and he brings his Physicke After his Patients death the King already Hath married the faire Lady Sur. Would he had Suf. May you be happy in your wish my Lord For I professe you haue it Sur. Now all my ioy Trace the Coniunction Suf. My Amen too 't Nor. All mens Suf. There 's order giuen for her Coronation Marry this is yet but yong and may be left To some eares vnrecounted But my Lords She is a gallant Creature and compleate In minde and feature I perswade me from her Will fall some blessing to this Land which shall In it be memoriz'd Sur. But will the King Digest this Letter of the Cardinals The Lord forbid Nor. Marry Amen Suf. No no There be moe Waspes that buz about his Nose Will make this sting the sooner Cardinall Campeius Is stolne away to Rome hath ' tane no leaue Ha's left the cause o' th' King vnhandled and Is posted as the Agent of our Cardinall To second all his plot I do assure you The King cry'de Ha at this Cham. Now God incense him And let him cry Ha lowder Norf. But my Lord When returnes Cranmer Suf. He is return'd in his Opinions which Haue satisfied the King for his Diuorce Together with all famous Colledges Almost in Christendome shortly I beleeue His second Marriage shall be publishd and Her Coronation Katherine no more Shall be call'd Queene but Princesse Dowager And Widdow to Prince Arthur Nor. This same Cranmer's A worthy Fellow and hath tane much paine In the Kings businesse Suf. He ha's and we shall see him For it an Arch-byshop Nor. So I heare Suf. 'T is so Enter Wolsey and Cromwell The Cardinall Nor. Obserue obserue hee 's moody Car. The Packet Cromwell Gau 't you the King Crom. To his owne hand in 's Bed-chamber Card. Look'd he o' th' inside of the Paper Crom. Presently He did vnseale them and the first he view'd He did it with a Serious minde a heede Was in his countenance You he bad Attend him heere this Morning Card. Is he ready to come abroad Crom. I thinke by this he is Card. Leaue me a while Exit Cromwell It shall be to the Dutches of Alanson The French Kings Sister He shall marry her Anne Bullen No I le no Anne Bullens for him There 's more in 't then faire Visage Bullen No wee 'l no Bullens Speedily I wish To heare from Rome The Marchionesse of Penbroke Nor. He 's discontented Suf. Maybe he heares the King Does whet his Anger to him Sur. Sharpe enough Lord for thy Iustice Car. The late Queenes Gentlewoman A Knights Daughter To be her Mistris Mistris The Queenes
though vnfinish'd yet so Famous So excellent in Art and still so rising That Christendome shall euer speake his Vertue His Ouerthrow heap'd Happinesse vpon him For then and not till then he felt himselfe And found the Blessednesse of being little And to adde greater Honors to his Age Then man could giue him he dy'de fearing God Kath. After my death I wish no other Herald No other speaker of my liuing Actions To keepe mine Honor from Corruption But such an honest Chronicler as Griffith Whom I most hated Liuing thou hast made mee With thy Religious Truth and Modestie Now in his Ashes Honor Peace be with him Patience be neere me still and set me lower I haue not long to trouble thee Good Griffith Cause the Musitians play me that sad note I nam'd my Knell whil'st I sit meditating On that Coelestiall Harmony I go too Sad and solemne Musicke Grif. She is asleep Good wench let 's sit down quiet For feare we wake her Softly gentle Patience The Vision Enter solemnely tripping one after another sixe Personages clad in white Robes wearing on their heades Garlands of Bayes and golden Vizards on their faces Branches of Bayes or Palme in their hands They first Conge vnto her then Dance and at certaine Changes the first two hold a spare Garland ouer her Head at which the other foure make reuerend Curtsies Then the two that held the Garland deliuer the same to the other next two who obserue the same order in their Changes and holding the Garland ouer her head Which done they deliuer the same Garland to the last tâo who likewise obserue the same Order At which as it were by inspiration she makes in her sleepe signes of reioycing and holdeth vp her hands to heauen And so in their Dancing vanish carryâ the Garland with them The Musicke continues Kath. Spirits of peace where are ye Are ye all gone And leaue me heere in wretchednesse behinde ye Grif. Madam we are heere Kath. It is not you I call for Saw ye none enter since I slept Grif. None Madam Kath. No Saw you not euen now a blessed Troope Inuite me to a Banquet whose bright faces Cast thousand beames vpon me like the Sun They promis'd me eternall Happinesse And brought me Garlands Griffith which I feele I am not worthy yet to weare I shall assuredly Grif. I am most ioyfull Madam such good dreames Possesse your Fancy Kath. Bid the Musicke leaue They are harsh and heauy to me Musicke ceases Pati Do you note How much her Grace is alter'd on the sodaine How long her face is drawne How pale she lookes And of an earthy cold Marke her eyes Grif. She is going Wench Pray pray Pati Heauen comfort her Enter a Messenger Mes And 't like your Grace Kath. You are a sawcy Fellow Deserue we no more Reuerence Grif. You are too blame Knowing she will not loose her wonted Greatnesse To vse so rude behauiour Go too kneele Mes I humbly do entreat your Highnesse pardon My hast made me vnmannerly There is staying A Gentleman sent from the King to see you Kath. Admit him entrance Griffith But this Fellow Let me ne're see againe Exit Messeng Enter Lord Capuchius If my sight faile not You should be Lord Ambassador from the Emperor My Royall Nephew and your name Capuchius Cap. Madam the same Your Seruant Kath. O my Lord The Times and Titles now are alter'd strangely With me since first you knew me But I pray you What is your pleasure with me Cap. Noble Lady First mine owne seruice to your Grace the next The Kings request that I would visit you Who greeues much for your weaknesse and by me Sends you his Princely Commendations And heartily entreats you take good comfort Kath. O my good Lord that comfort comes too late 'T is like a Pardon after Execution That gentle Physicke giuen in time had cur'd me But now I am past all Comforts heere but Prayers How does his Highnesse Cap. Madam in good health Kath. So may he euer do and euer flourish When I shall dwell with Wormes and my poore name Banish'd the Kingdome Patience is that Letter I caus'd you write yet sent away Pat. No Madam Kath. Sir I most humbly pray you to deliuer This to my Lord the King Cap. Most willing Madam Kath. In which I haue commended to his goodnesse The Modell of our chaste loues his yong daughter The dewes of Heauen fall thicke in Blessings on her Beseeching him to giue her vertuous breeding She is yong and of a Noble modest Nature I hope she will deserue well and a little To loue her for her Mothers sake that lou'd him Heauen knowes how deerely My next poore Petition Is that his Noble Grace would haue some pittie Vpon my wretched women that so long Haue follow'd both my Fortunes faithfully Of which there is not one I dare auow And now I should not lye but will deserue For Vertue and true Beautie of the Soule For honestie and decent Carriage A right good Husband let him be a Noble And sure those men are happy that shall haue ' em The last is for my men they are the poorest But pouerty could neuer draw 'em from me That they may haue their wages duly paid 'em And something ouer to remember me by If Heauen had pleas'd to haue giuen me longer life And able meanes we had not parted thus These are the whole Contents and good my Lord By that you loue the deerest in this world As you wish Christian peace to soules departed Stand these poore peoples Friend and vrge the King To do me this last right Cap. By Heauen I will Or let me loose the fashion of a man Kath. I thanke you honest Lord. Remember me In all humilitie vnto his Highnesse Say his long trouble now is passing Out of this world Tell him in death I blest him For so I will mine eyes grow dimme Farewell My Lord. Griffith farewell Nay Patience Vou must not leaue me yet I must to bed Call in more women When I am dead good Wench Let me be vs'd with Honor strew me ouer With Maiden Flowers that all the world may know I was a chaste Wife to my Graue Embalme me Then lay me forth although vnqueen'd yet like A Queene and Daughter to a King enterre me I can no more Exeunt leading Katherine Actus Quintus Scena Prima Enter Gardiner Bishop of Winchester a Page with a Torch before him met by Sir Thomas Louell Gard. It 's one a clocke Boy is' t not Boy It hath strooke Gard. These should be houres for necessities Not for delights Times to repayre our Nature With comforting repose and not for vs To waste these times Good houre of night Sir Thomas Whether so late Lou. Came you from the King my Lord Gar. I did Sir Thomas and left him at Primero With the Duke of Suffolke Lou. I must to him too Before he go to bed I le take my leaue Gard. Not yet Sir
your painted glosse discouers To men that vnderstand you words and weaknesse Crom. My Lord of Winchester y' are a little By your good fauour too sharpe Men so Noble How euer faultly yet should finde respect For what they haue beene 't is a cruelty To load a falling man Gard. Good M. Secretary I cry your Honour mercie you may worst Of all this Table say so Crom. Why my Lord Gard. Doe not I know you for a Fauourer Of this new Sect ye are not sound Crom. Not sound Gard. Not sound I say Crom. Would you were halfe so honest Mens prayers then would seeke you not their feares Gard. I shall remember this bold Language Crom. Doe Remember your bold life too Cham. This is too much Forbeare for shame my Lords Gard. I haue done Crom. And I. Cham. Then thus for you my Lord it stands agreed I take it by all voyces That forthwith You be conuaid to th' Tower a Prisoner There to remaine till the Kings further pleasure Be knowne vnto vs are you all agreed Lords And by that verte no man dare accuse you And by that vertue no man dare accuse you All. We are Cran. Is there no other way of mercy But I must needs to th' Tower my Lords Gard. What other Would you expect You are strangely troublesome Let some o' th' Guard be ready there Enter the Guard Cran. For me Must I goe like a Traytor thither Gard. Receiue him And see him safe i' th' Tower Cran. Stay good my Lords I haue a little yet to say Looke there my Lords By vertue of that Ring I take my cause Out of the gripes of cruell men and giue it To a most Noble Iudge the King my Maister Cham. This is the Kings Ring Sur. 'T is no counterfeit Suff. 'Ts the right Ring by Heau'n I told ye all When we first put this dangerous stone a rowling 'T wold fall vpon our selues Norf. Doe you thinke my Lords The King will suffer but the little finger Of this man to be vex'd Cham. T is now too certaine How much more is his Life in value with him Would I were fairely out on 't Crom. My mind gaue me In seeking tales and Informations Against this man whose honesty the Diuell And his Disciples onely enuy at Ye blew the fire that burnes ye now haue at ye Enter King frowning on them takes his Seate Gard. Dread Soueraigne How much are we bound to Heauen In dayly thankes that gaue vs such a Prince Not onely good and wise but most religious One that in all obedience makes the Church The cheefe ayme of his Honour and to strengthen That holy duty out of deare respect His Royall selfe in Iudgement comes to heare The cause betwixt her and this great offender Kin. You were euer good at sodaine Commendations Bishop of Winchester But know I come not To heare such flattery now and in my presence They are too thin and base to hide offences To me you cannot reach You play the Spaniell And thinke with wagging of your tongue to win me But whatsoere thou tak'st me for I 'm sure Thou hast a cruell Nature and a bloody Good man sit downe Now let me see the proudest Hee that dares most but wag his finger at thee By all that 's holy he had better starue Then but once thinke his place becomes thee not Sur. May it please your Grace Kin. No Sir it doe's not please me I had thought I had had men of some vnderstanding And wisedome of my Councell but I finde none Was it discretion Lords to let this man This good man few of you deserue that Title This honest man wait like a lowsie Foot-boy At Chamber dore and one as great as you are Why what a shame was this Did my Commission Bid ye so farre forget your selues I gaue ye Power as he was a Counsellour to try him Not as a Groome There 's some of ye I see More out of Malice then Integrity Would trye him to the vtmost had ye meane Which ye shall neuer haue while I liue Chan. Thus farre My most dread Soueraigne may it like your Grace To let my tongue excuse all What was purpos'd Concerning his Imprisonment was rather If there be faith in men meant for his Tryall And faire purgation to the world then malice I 'm sure in me Kin. Well well my Lords respect him Take him and vse him well hee 's worthy of it I will say thus much for him if a Prince May be beholding to a Subiect I Am for his loue and seruice so to him Make memo more adoe but all embrace him Be friends for shame my Lords My Lord of Canterbury I haue a Suite which you must not deny mee That is a faire young Maid that yet wants Baptisme You must be Godfather and answere for her Cran. The greatest Monarch now aliue may glory In such an honour how may I deserue it That am a poore and humble Subiect to you Kin. Come come my Lord you 'd spare your spoones You shall haue two noble Partners with you the old Duchesse of Norfolke and Lady Marquesse Dorset will these please you Once more my Lord of Winchester I charge you Embrace and loue this man Gard. With a true heart And Brother loue I doe it Cran. And let Heauen Witnesse how deare I hold this Confirmation Kin. Good Man those ioyfull teares shew thy true hearts The common voyce I see is verified Of thee which sayes thus Doe my Lord of Canterbury A shrewd turne and hee 's your friend for euer Come Lords we trifle time away I long To haue this young one made a Christian As I haue made ye one Lords one remaine So I grow stronger you more Honour gaine Exeunt Scena Tertia Noyse and Tumult within Enter Porter and his man Port. You 'l leaue your noyse anon ye Rascals doe you take the Court for Parish Garden ye rude Slaues leaue your gaping Within Good M. Porter I belong to th' Larder Port. Belong to th' Gallowes and be hang'd ye Rogue Is this a place to roare in Fetch me a dozen Crab-tree staues and strong ones these are but switches to 'em I le scratch your heads you must be seeing Christenings Do you looke for Ale and Cakes heere you rude Raskalls Man Pray Sir be patient 't is as much impossible Vnlesse wee sweepe 'em from the dore with Cannons To scatter 'em as 't is to make 'em sleepe On May-day Morning which will neuer be We may as well push against Powles as stirre ' em Por. How got they in and be hang'd Man Alas I know not how gets the Tide in As much as one sound Cudgell of foure foote You see the poore remainder could distribute I made no spare Sir Port. You did nothing Sir Man I am not Sampson nor Sir Guy nor Colebrand To mow 'em downe before me but if I spar'd any That had a head to hit either young or old He or shee Cuckold or Cuckold-maker
doe each Lord and either greete him not Or else disdainfully which shall shake him more Then if not lookt on I will lead the way Achil. What comes the Generall to speake with me You know my minde I le fight no more ' gainst Troy Aga. What saies Achilles would he ought with vs Nes Would you my Lord ought with the Generall Achil. No. Nes Nothing my Lord. Aga. The better Achil. Good day good day Men. How doe you how doe you Achi. What do's the Cuckold scorne me Aiax How now Patroclus Achil. Good morrow Aiax Aiax Ha. Achil. Good morrow Aiax I and good next day too Exeunt Achil. What meane these fellowes know they not Achilles Patr. They passe by strangely they were vs'd to bend To send their smiles before them to Achilles To come as humbly as they vs'd to creepe to holy Altars Achil. What am I poore of late 'T is certaine greatnesse once falne out with fortune Must fall out with men too what the declin'd is He shall as soone reade in the eyes of others As feele in his owne fall for men like butter-flies Shew not their mealie wings but to the Summer And not a man for being simply man Hath any honour but honour'd for those honours That are without him as place riches and fauour Prizes of accident as oft as merit Which when they fall as being slippery standers The loue that leand on them as slippery too Doth one plucke downe another and together Dye in the fall But 't is not so with me Fortune and I are friends I doe enioy At ample point all that I did possesse Saue these mens lookes who do me thinkes finde out Something not worth in me such rich beholding As they haue often giuen Here is Vlisses I le interrupt his reading how now Vlisses Vlis Now great Thetis Sonne Achil. What are you reading Vlis A strange fellow here Writes me that man how dearely euer parted How much in hauing or without or in Cannot make boast to haue that which he hath Nor feeles not what he owes but by reflection As when his vertues shining vpon others Heate them and they retort that heate againe To the first giuer Achil. This is not strange Vlisses The beautie that is borne here in the face The bearer knowes not but commends it selfe Not going from it selfe but eye to eye oppos'd Salutes each other with each others forme For speculation turnes not to it selfe Till it hath trauail'd and is married there Where it may see it selfe this is not strange at all Vlis I doe not straine it at the position It is familiar but at the Authors drift Who in his circumstance expresly proues That no may is the Lord of any thing Though in and of him there is much consisting Till he communicate his parts to others Nor doth he of himselfe know them for ought Till he behold them formed in th' applause Where they are extended who like an arch reuerb'rate The voyce againe or like a gate of steele Fronting the Sunne receiues and renders backe His figure and his heate I was much rapt in this And apprehended here immediately The vnknowne Aiax Heauens what a man is there a very Horse That has he knowes not what Nature what things there are Most abiect in regard and deare in vse What things againe most deere in the esteeme And poore in worth now shall we see to morrow An act that very chance doth throw vpon him Aiax renown'd O heauens what some men doe While some men leaue to doe How some men creepe in skittish fortunes hall Whiles others play the Ideots in her eyes How one man eates into anothers pride While pride is feasting in his wantonnesse To see these Grecian Lords why euen already They clap the lubber Aiax on the shoulder As if his foote were on braue Hectors brest And great Troy shrinking Achil. I doe beleeue it For they past by me as my sers doe by beggars Neither gaue to me good word nor looke What are my deedes forgot Vlis Time hath my Lord a wallet at his backe Wherein he puts almes for obliuion A great siz'd monster of ingratitudes Those scraps are good deedes past Which are deuour'd as fast as they are made Forgot as soone as done perseuerance deere my Lord Keepes honor bright to haue done is to hang Quite out of fashion like a rustie male In monumentall mockrie take the instant way For honour trauels in a straight so narrow Where one but goes a breast keepe then the path For emulation hath a thousand Sonnes That one by one pursue if you giue way Or hedge aside from the direct forth right Like to an entred Tyde they all rush by And leaue you hindmost Or like a gallant Horse falne in first ranke Lye there for pauement to the abiect neere Ore-run and trampled on then what they doe in present Though lesse then yours in past must ore-top yours For time is like a fashionable Hoste That slightly shakes his parting Guest by th' hand And with his armes out-stretcht as he would flye Graspes in the commer the welcome euer smiles And farewels goes out sighing O let not vertue seeke Remuneration for the thing it was for beautie wit High birth vigor of bone desert in seruice Loue friendship charity are subiects all To enuious and calumniating time One touch of nature makes the whole world kin That all with one consent praise new borne gaudes Though they are made and moulded of things past And goe to dust that is a little guilt More laud then guilt ore dusted The present eye praises the presânt obiect Then maruell not thou great and compleat man That all the Greekes begin to worship Aiax Since things in motion begin to catch the eye Then what not stiâs the cry went out on thee And still it might and yet it may againe If thou would'st not entombe thy selfe aliue And case thy reputation in thy Tent Whose glorious deedes but in these fields of late Made emulous missions ' mongst the gods themselues And draue great Mars to faction Achil. Of this my priuacie I haue strong reasons Vlis But ' gainst your priuacie The reasons are more potent and heroycall 'T is knowne Achilles that you are in loue With one of Priams daughters Achil. Ha knowne Vlis Is that a wonder The prouidence that 's in a watchfull State Knowes almost euery graine of Plutoes gold Findes bottome in th' vncomprehensiue deepes Keepes place with thought and almost like the gods Doe thoughts vnuaile in their dumbe cradles There is a mysterie with whom relation Durst neuer meddle in the soule of State Which hath an operation more diuine Then breath or pen can giue expressure to All the commerse that you haue had with Troy As perfectly is ours as yours my Lord. And better would it fit Achilles much To throw downe Hector then Polixena But it must grieue yong Pirhus now at home When fame shall in her Hand sound her trumpe And all
fellowship Who in your thoughts merits faire Helen most My selfe or Menelaus Diom. Both alike He merits well to haue her that doth seeke her Not making any scruple of her soylure With such a hell of paine and world of charge And you as well to keepe her that defend her Not pallating the taste of her dishonour With such a costly losse of wealth and friends He like a puling Cuckold would drinke vp The lees and dregs of a flat tamed peece You like a letcher out of whorish loynes Are pleas'd to breede out your inheritors Both merits poyz'd each weighs no lesse nor more But he as he which heauier for a whore Par. You are too bitter to your country-woman Dio. Shee 's bitter to her countrey heare me Paris For euery false drop in her baudy veines A Grecians life hath sunke for euery scruple Of her contaminated carrion weight A Troian hath beene slaine Since she could speake She hath not giuen so many good words breath As for her Greekes and Troians suffred death Par. Faire Diomed you doe as chapmen doe Dispraise the thing that you desire to buy But we in silence hold this vertue well Wee le not commend what we intend to sell Here lyes our way Exeunt Enter Troylus and Cressida Troy Deere trouble not your selfe the morne is cold Cres Then sweet my Lord I le call mine Vnckle down He shall vnbolt the Gates Troy Trouble him not To bed to bed sleepe kill those pritty eyes And giue as soft attachment to thy sences As Infants empty of all thought Cres Good morrow then Troy I prithee now to bed Cres Are you a weary of me Troy O Cressida but that the busie day Wak't by the Larke hath rouz'd the ribauld Crowes And dreaming night will hide our eyes no longer I would not from thee Cres Night hath beene too briefe Troy Beshrew the witch with venemous wights she stayes As hidiously as hell but flies the graspes of loue With wings more momentary swift then thought You will catch cold and curse me Cres Prithee tarry you men will neuer tarry O foolish Cressid I might haue still held off And then you would haue tarried Harke ther 's one vp Pand. within What 's all the doores open here Troy It is your Vnckle Enter Pandarus Cres A pestilence on him now will he be mocking I shall haue such a life Pan. How now how now how goe maiden-heads Heare you Maide wher 's my cozin Cressid Cres Go hang your self you naughty mocking Vnckle You bring me to doo and then you floute me too Pan. To do what to do what let her say what What haue I brought you to doe Cres Come come beshrew your heart you le nere be good nor suffer others Pan. Ha ha alas poore wretch a poore Chipochia hast not slept to night would he not a naughty man let it sleepe a bug-beare take him One knocks Cres Did not I tell you would he were knockt i th' head Who 's that at doore good Vnckle goe and see My Lord come you againe into my Chamber You smile and mocke me as if I meant naughtily Troy Ha ha Cre. Come you are deceiu'd I thinke of no such thing How earnestly they knocke pray you come in Knocke. I would not for halfe Troy haue you seene here Exeunt Pan. Who 's there what 's the matter will you beate downe the doore How now what 's the matter Aene. Good morrow Lord good morrow Pan. Who 's there my Lord Aeneas by my troth I knew you not what newes with you so early Aene. Is not Prince Troylus here Pan. Here what should he doe here Aene. Come he is here my Lord doe not deny him It doth import him much to speake with me Pan. Is he here say you 't is more then I know I le be sworne For my owne part I came in late what should he doe here Aene. Who nay then Come come you le doe him wrong ere y' are ware you le be so true to him to be false to him Doe not you know of him but yet goe fetch him hither goe Enter Troylus Troy How now what 's the matter Aene. My Lord I scarce haue leisure to salute you My matter is so rash there is at hand Paris your brother and Deiphoebus The Grecian Diomed and our Anthenor Deliuer'd to vs and for him forth-with Ere the first sacrifice within this houre We must giue vp to Diomeds hand The Lady Cressida Troy Is it concluded so Aene. By Priam and the generall state of Troy They are at hand and ready to effect it Troy How my atchieuements mocke me I will goe meete them and my Lord Aeneas We met by chance you did not finde me here Aen. Good good my Lord the secrets of nature Haue not more gift in taciturnitie Exeunt Enter Pandarus and Cressid Pan. Is' t possible no sooner got but lost the diuell take Anthenor the yong Prince will goe mad a plague vpon Anthenor I would they had brok's necke Cres How now what 's the matter who was here Pan. Ah ha Cres Why sigh you so profoundly wher 's my Lord gone tell me sweet Vnckle what 's the matter Pan. Would I were as deepe vnder the earth as I am aboue Cres O the gods what 's the matter Pan. Prythee get thee in would thou had'st nere been borne I knew thou would'st be his death O poore Gentleman a plague vpon Anthenor Cres Good Vnckle I beseech you on my knees I beseech you what 's the matter Pan. Thou must be gone wench thou must be gone thou art chang'd for Anthenor thou must to thy Father and be gone from Troylus 't will be his death 't will be his baine he cannot beare it Cres O you immortall gods I will not goe Pan. Thou must Cres I will not Vnckle I haue forgot my Father I know no touch of consanguinitie No kin no loue no bloud no soule so neere me As the sweet Troylus O you gods diuine Make Cressids name the very crowne of falshood If euer she leaue Troylus time orce and death Do to this body what extremitie you can But the strong base and building of my loue Is as the very Center of the earth Drawing all things to it I will goe in and weepe Pan. Doe doe Cres Teare my bright heire and scratch my praised cheekes Cracke my cleere voyce with sobs and breake my heart With sounding Troylus I will not goe from Troy Exeunt Enter Paris Troylus Aeneas Deiphebus Anthenor and Diomedes Par. It is great morning and the houre prefixt Of her deliuerie to this valiant Greeke Comes fast vpon good my brother Troylus Tell you the Lady what she is to doe And hast her to the purpose Troy Walke into her house I le bring her to the Grecian presently And to his hand when I deliuer her Thinke it an Altar and thy brother Troylus A Priest there offring to it his heart Par. I know what 't is to loue And would as I shall
Menelaus Vlisses Nestor Calcas c. Aga. Here art thou in appointment fresh and faire Anticipating time With starting courage Giue with thy Trumpet a loud note to Troy Thou dreadfull Aiax that the appauled aire May pierce the head of the great Combatant And hale him hither Aia. Thou Trumpet ther 's my purse Now cracke thy lungs and split thy brasen pipe Blow villaine till thy sphered Bias cheeke Out-swell the collicke of puft Aquilon Come stretch thy chest and let thy eyes spout bloud Thou blowest for Hector Vlis No Trumpet answers Achil. 'T is but early dayes Aga. Is not yong Diomed with Calcas daughter Vlis 'T is he I ken the manner of his gate He rises on the toe that spirit of his In aspiration lifts him from the earth Aga. Is this the Lady Cressid Dio. Euen she Aga. Most deerely welcome to the Greekes sweete Lady Nest Our Generall doth salute you with a kisse Vlis Yet is the kindenesse but particular 't were better she were kist in generall Nest And very courtly counsell I le begin So much for Nestor Achil. I le take that winter from your lips faire Lady Achilles bids you welcome Mene. I had good argument for kissing once Patro. But that 's no argument for kissing now For thus pop't Paris in his hardiment Vlis Oh deadly gall and theame of all our scornes For which we loose our heads to gild his hornes Patro. The first was Menelaus kisse this mine Patroclus kisses you Mene. Oh this is trim Patr. Paris and I kisse euermore for him Mene. I le haue my kisse sir Lady by your leaue Cres In kissing doe you render or receiue Patr. Both take and giue Cres I le make my match to liue The kisse you take is better then you giue therefore no kisse Mene. I le giue you boote I le giue you three for one Cres You are an odde man giue euen or giue none Mene. An odde man Lady euery man is odde Cres No Paris is not for you know 't is true That you are odde and he is euen with you Mene. You fillip me a' th' head Cres No I le be sworne Vlis It were no match your naile against his horne May I sweete Lady beg a kisse of you Cres You may Vlis I doe desire it Cres Why begge then Vlis Why then for Venus sake giue me a kisse When Hellen is a maide againe and his Cres I am your debtor claime it when 't is due Vlis Neuer's my day and then a kisse of you Diom. Lady a word I le bring you to your Father Nest A woman of quicke sence Vlis Fie fie vpon her Ther 's a language in her eye her cheeke her lip Nay her foote speakes her wanton spirites looke out At euery ioynt and motiue of her body Oh these encounterers so glib of tongue That giue a coasting welcome ete it comes And wide vnclaspe the tables of their thoughts To euery tickling reader set them downe For sluttish spoyles of opportunitie And daughters of the game Exeunt Enter all of Troy Hector Paris Aeneas Helenus and Attendants Florish All. The Troians Trumpet Aga. Yonder comes the troope Aene. Haile all you state of Greece what shal be done To him that victory commands or doe you purpose A victor shall be knowne will you the Knights Shall to the edge of all extremitie Pursue each other or shall be diuided By any voyce or order of the field Hector bad aske Aga. Which way would Hector haue it Aene. He cares not hee le obey conditions Aga. 'T is done like Hector but securely done A little proudly and great deale disprising The Knight oppos'd Aene. If not Achilles sir what is your name Achil. If not Achilles nothing Aene. Therefore Achilles but what ere know this In the extremity of great and little Valour and pride excell themselues in Hector The one almost as infinite as all The other blanke as nothing weigh him well And that which lookes like pride is curtesie This Aiax is halfe made of Hectors bloud In loue whereof halfe Hector staies at home Halfe heart halfe hand halfe Hector comes to seeke This blended Knight halfe Troian and halfe Greeke Achil. A maiden battaile then O I perceiue you Aga. Here is sir Diomed goe gentle Knight Stand by our Aiax as you and Lord Aeneas Consent vpon the order of their fight So be it either to the vttermost Or else a breach the Combatants being kin Halfe stints their strife before their strokes begin Vlis They are oppos'd already Aga. What Troian is that same that lookes so heauy Vlis The yongest Sonne of Priam A true Knight they call him Troylus Not yet mature yet matchlesse firme of word Speaking in deedes and deedelesse in his tongue Not soone prouok't nor being prouok't soone calm'd His heart and hand both open and both free For what he has he giues what thinkes he shewes Yet giues he not till iudgement guide his bounty Nor dignifies an impaire thought with breath Manly as Hector but more dangerous For Hector in his blaze of wrath subscribes To tender obiects but he in heate of action Is more vindecatiue then iealous loue They call him Troylus and on him erect A second hope as fairely built as Hector Thus saies Aeneas one that knowes the youth Euen to his inches and with priuate soule Did in great Illion thus translate him to me Alarum Aga. They are in action Nest Now Aiax hold thine owne Troy Hector thou sleep'st awake thee Aga. His blowes are wel dispos'd there Aiax truÌpets cease Diom. You must no more Aene. Princes enough so please you Aia. I am not warme yet let vs fight againe Diom. As Hector pleases Hect. Why then will I no more Thou art great Lord my Fathers sisters Sonne A cousen german to great Priams seede The obligation of our bloud forbids A gorie emulation 'twixt vs twaine Were thy commixion Greeke and Troian so That thou could'st say this hand is Grecian all And this is Troian the sinewes of this Legge All Greeke and this all Troy my Mothers bloud Runs on the dexter cheeke and this sinister Bounds in my fathers by Ioue multipotent Thou should'st not beare from me a Greekish member Wherein my sword had not impressure made Of our ranke feud but the iust gods gainsay That any drop thou borrwd'st from thy mother My sacred Aunt should by my mortall Sword Be drained Let me embrace thee Aiax By him that thunders thou hast lustie Armes Hector would haue them fall vpon him thus Cozen all honor to thee Aia. I thanke thee Hector Thou art too gentle and too free a man I came to kill thee Cozen and beare hence A great addition earned in thy death Hect. Not Neoptolymus so mirable On whose bright crest fame with her lowd'st O yes Cries This is he could'st promise to himselfe A thought of added honor torne from Hector Aene. There is expectance here from both the sides What further you will doe Hect. Wee le answere it
Confedrates in the deed That hath dishonoured all our Family Vnworthy brother and vnworthy Sonnes Luci. But let vs giue him buriall as becomes Giue Mutius buriall with our Bretheren Tit. Traytors away he rest's not in this Tombe This Monument fiue hundreth yeares hath stood Which I haue Sumptuously re-edified Heere none but Souldiers and Romes Seruitors Repose in Fame None basely slaine in braules Bury him where you can he comes not heere Mar. My Lord this is impiety in you My Nephew Mutius deeds do plead for him He must be buried with his bretheren Titus two Sonnes speakes And shall or him we will accompany Ti. And shall What villaine was it spake that word Titus sonne speakes He that would vouch'd it in any place but heere Tit. What would you bury him in my despight Mar. No Noble Titus but intreat of thee To pardon Mutius and to bury him Tit. Marcus Euen thou hast stroke vpon my Crest And with these Boyeâ mine Honour thou hast wounded My foes I doe repute you euery one So trouble me no more but get you gone 1. Sonne He is not himselfe let vs withdraw 2. Sonne Not I tell Mutius bones be buried The Brother and the sonnes kneele Mar. Brother for in that name doth nature plea'd 2. Sonne Father and in that name doth nature speake Tit. Speake thou no more if all the rest will speede Mar. Renowned Titus more then halfe my soule Luc. Deare Father soule and substance of vs all Mar. Suffer thy brother Marcus to interre His Noble Nephew heere in vertues nest That died in Honour and Lauinia's cause Thou art a Romaine be not barbarous The Greekes vpon aduise did bury Aiax That slew himselfe And Laertes sonne Did graciously plead for his Funerals Let not young Mutius then that was thy ioy Be bar'd his entrance heere Tit. Rise Marcus rise The dismall'st day is this that ere I saw To be dishonored by my Sonnes in Rome Well bury him and bury me the next They put him in the Tombe Luc. There lie thy bones sweet Mutius with thy friends Till we with Trophees do adorne thy Tombe They all kneele and say No man shed teares for Noble Mutius He liues in Fame that di'd in vertues cause Exit Mar. My Lord to step out of these sudden dumps How comes it that the subtile Queene of Gothes Is of a sodaine thus aduanc'd in Rome Ti. I know not Marcus but I know it is Whether by deuise or no the heauens can tell Is she not then beholding to the man That brought her for this high good turne so farre Yes and will Nobly him remunerate Flourish Enter the Emperor Tamora and her two sons with the Moore at one doore Enter at the other doore Bassianus and Lauinia with others Sat. So Bassianus you haue plaid your prize God giue you ioy sir of your Gallant Bride Bass And you of yours my Lord I say no more Nor wish no lesse and so I take my leaue Sat. Traytor if Rome haue law or we haue power Thou and thy Faction shall repent this Rape Bass Rape call you it my Lord to cease my owne My true betrothed Loue and now my wife But let the lawes of Rome determine all Meane while I am possest of that is mine Sat. 'T is good sir you are very short with vs But if we liue wee le be as sharpe with you Bass My Lord what I haue done as best I may Answere I must and shall do with my life Onely thus much I giue your Grace to know By all the duties that I owe to Rome This Noble Gentleman Lord Titus heere Is in opinion and in honour wrong'd That in the rescue of Lauinia With his owne hand did slay his youngest Son In zeale to you and highly mou'd to wrath To be controul'd in that he frankly gaue Receiue him then to fauour Saturnine That hath expre'st himselfe in all his deeds A Father and a friend to thee and Rome Tit. Prince Bassianus leaue to plead my Deeds 'T is thou and those that haue dishonoured me Rome and the righteous heauens be my iudge How I haue lou'd and Honour'd Saturnine Tam. My worthy Lord if euer Tamora Were gracious in those Princely eyes of thine Then heare me speake indifferently for all And at my sute sweet pardon what is past Satu. What Madam be dishonoured openly And basely put it vp without reuenge Tam. Not so my Lord The Gods of Rome for-fend I should be Authour to dishonour you But on mine honour dare I vndertake For good Lord Titus innocence in all Whose fury not dissembled speakes his griefes Then at my sute looke graciously on him Loose not so noble a friend on vaine suppose Nor with sowre lookes afflict his gentle heart My Lord be rul'd by me be wonne at last Dissemble all your griefes and discontents You are but newly planted in your Throne Least then the people and Patricians too Vpon a iust suruey take Titus part And so supplant vs for ingratitude Which Rome reputes to be a hainous sinne Yeeld at intreats and then let me alone I le finde a day to massacre them all And race their faction and their familie The cruell Father and his trayt'rous sonnes To whom I sued for my deare sonnes life And make them know what 't is to let a Queene Kneele in the streetes and beg for grace in vaine Come come sweet Emperour come Andronicus Take vp this good old man and cheere the heart That dies in tempest of thy angry frowne King Rise Titus rise My Empresse hath preuail'd Titus I thanke your Maiestie And her my Lord. These words these lookes Infuse new life in me Tamo Titus I am incorparate in Rome A Roman now adopted happily And must aduise the Emperour for his good This day all quarrels die Andronicus And let it be mine honour good my Lord That I haue reconcil'd your friends and you For you Prince Bassianus I haue past My word and promise to the Emperour That you will be more milde and tractable And feare not Lords And you Lauinia By my aduise all humbled on your knees You shall aske pardon of his Maiestie Son We doe And vow to heauen and to his Highnes That what we did was mildly as we might Tendring our sisters honour and our owne Mar. That on mine honour heere I do protest King Away and talke not trouble vs no more Tamora Nay nay Sweet Emperour we must all be friends The Tribune and his Nephews kneele for grace I will not be denied sweet hart looke back King Marcus For thy sake and thy brothers heere And at my louely Tamora's intreats I doe remit these young mens haynous faults Stand vp Lauinia though you left me like a churle I found a friend and sure as death I sware I would not part a Batchellour from the Priest Come if the Emperours Court can feast two Brides You are my guest Lauinia and your friends This day shall be a Loue-day Tamora Tit. To morrow and it
please your Maiestie To hunt the Panther and the Hart with me With horne and Hound Wee le giue your Grace Bon iour Satur. Be it so Titus and Gramercy to Exeunt Actus Secunda Flourish Enter Aaron alone Aron Now climbeth Tamora Olympus toppe Safe out of Fortunes shot and sits aloft Secure of Thunders cracke or lightning flash Aduanc'd about pale enuies threatning reach As when the golden Sunne salutes the morne And hauing gilt the Ocean with his beames Gallops the Zodiacke in his glistering Coach And ouer-lookes the highest piering hills So Tamora Vpon her wit doth earthly honour waite And vertue stoopes and trembles at her frowne Then Aaron arme thy hart and fit thy thoughts To mount aloft with thy Emperiall Mistris And mount her pitch whom thou in ttiumph long Hast prisoner held fettred in amorous chaines And faster bound to Aarons charming eyes Then is Prometheus ti'de to Caucasus Away with slauish weedes and idle thoughts I will be bright and shine in Pearle and Gold To waite vpon this new made Empresse To waite said I To wanton with this Queene This Goddesse this Semorimis this Queene This Syren that will charme Romes Saturnine And see his shipwracke and his Common weales Hollo what storme is this Enter Chiron and Demetrius brauing Dem. Chiron thy yeres wants wit thy wit wants edge And manners to intru'd where I am grac'd And may for ought thou know'st affected be Chi. Demetrius thou doo'st ouer-weene in all And so in this to beare me downe with braues 'T is not the difference of a yeere or two Makes me lesse gracious or thee more fortunate I am as able and as fit as thou To serue and to deserue my Mistris grace And that my sword vpon thee shall approue And plead my passions for Lauinia's loue Aron Clubs clubs these louers will not keep the peace Dem. Why Boy although our mother vnaduised Gaue you a daunsing Rapier by your side Are you so desperate growne to threat your friends Goe too haue your Lath glued within your sheath Till you know better how to handle it Chi. Meane while sir with the little skill I haue Full well shalt thou perceiue how much I dare Deme. I Boy grow ye so braue They drawe Aron Why how now Lords So nere the Emperours Pallace dare you draw And maintaine such a quarrell openly Full well I wote the ground of all this grudge I would not for a million of Gold The cause were knowne to them it most concernes Nor would your noble mother for much more Be so dishonored in the Court of Rome For shame put vp Deme. Not I till I haue sheath'd My rapier in his bosome and withall Thrust these reprochfull speeches downe his throat That he hath breath'd in my dishonour heere Chi. For that I am prepar'd and full resolu'd Foule spoken Coward That thundrest with thy tongue And with thy weapon nothing dar'st performe Aron A way I say Now by the Gods that warlike Gothes adore This pretty brabble will vndoo vs all Why Lords and thinke you not how dangerous It is to set vpon a Princes right What is Lauinia then become so loose Or Bassianus so degenerate That for her loue such quarrels may be broacht Without controulement Iustice or reuenge Young Lords beware and should the Empresse know This discord ground the musicke would not please Chi. I care not I knew she and all the world I loue Lauinia more then all the world Demet. Youngling Learne thou to make some meaner choise Lauinia is thine elder brothers hope Aron Why are ye mad Or know ye not in Rome How furious and impatient they be And cannot brooke Competitors in loue I tell you Lords you doe but plot your deaths By this deuise Chi. Aaron a thousand deaths would I propose To atchieue her whom I do loue Aron To atcheive her how Deme. Why mak'st thou it so strange Shee is a woman therefore may be woo'd Shee is a woman therfore may be wonne Shee is Lauinia therefore must be lou'd What man more water glideth by the Mill Then wots the Miller of and easie it is Of a cut loafe to steale a shiue we know Though Bassianus be the Emperours brother Better then he haue worne Vulcans badge Aron I and as good as Saturnius may Deme. Then why should he dispaire that knowes to court it With words faire lookes and liberality What hast not thou full often strucke a Doe And borne her cleanly by the Keepers nose Aron Why then it seemes some certaine snatch or so Would serue your turnes Chi. I so the turne were serued Deme. Aaron thou hast hit it Aron Would you had hit it too Then should not we be tir'd with this adoo Why harke yee harke yee and are you such fooles To square for this Would it offend you then Chi. Faith not me Deme. Not me so I were one Aron For shame be friends ioyne for that you iar 'T is pollicie and stratageme must doe That you affect and so must you resolue That what you cannot as you would atcheiue You must perforce accomplish as you may Take this of me Lucrece was not more chast Then this Lauinia Bassianus loue A speedier course this lingring languishment Must we pursue and I haue found the path My Lords a solemne hunting is in hand There will the louely Roman Ladies troope The Forrest walkes are wide and spacious And many vnfrequented plots there are Fitted by kinde for rape and villaine Single you thither then this dainty Doe And strike her home by force if not by words This way or not at all stand you in hope Come come our Empresse with her sacred wit To villainie and vengance consecrate Will we acquaint with all that we intend And she shall file our engines with aduise That will not suffer you to square your selues But to your wishes height aduance you both The Emperours Court is like the house of Fame The pallace full of tongues of eyes of eares The Woods are ruthlesse dreadfull deafe and dull There speake and strike braue Boyes take your turnes There serue your lusts shadow'd from heauens eye And reuell in Lauinia's Treasurie Chi. Thy counsell Lad smells of no cowardise Deme. Sij fas aut nefas till I finde the streames To coole this heat a Charme to calme their fits Per Stigia per manes Vehor Exeunt Enter Titus Andronicus and his three sonnes making a noyse with hounds and hornes and Marcus Tit. The hunt is vp the morne is bright and gray The fields are fragrant and the Woods are greene Vncouple heere and let vs make a bay And wake the Emperour and his louely Bride And rouze the Prince and ring a hunters peale That all the Court may eccho with the noyse Sonnes let it be your charge as it is ours To attend the Emperours person carefully I haue bene troubled in my sleepe this night But dawning day new comfort hath inspir'd Winde Hornes Heere a cry of houndes and winde hornes
it growes Poet. I that 's well knowne But what particular Rarity What strange Which manifold record not matches see Magicke of Bounty all these spirits thy power Hath coniur'd to attend I know the Merchant Pain I know them both th' others a Ieweller Mer. O 't is a worthy Lord. Iew. Nay that 's most fixt Mer. A most incomparable man breath'd as it were To an vntyreable and continuate goodnesse He passes Iew. I haue a Iewell heere Mer. O pray let 's see 't For the Lord Timon sir Iewel If he will touch the estimate But for that Poet. When we for recompence haue prais'd the vild It staines the glory in that happy Verse Which aptly sings the good Mer. 'T is a good forme Iewel And rich heere is a Water looke ye Pain You are rapt sir in some worke some Dedication to the great Lord. Poet. A thing slipt idlely from me Our Poesie is as a Gowne which vses From whence 't is nourisht the fire i' th' Flint Shewes not till it be strooke our gentle flame Prouokes it selfe and like the currant flyes Each bound it chases What haue you there Pain A Picture sir when comes your Booke forth Poet. Vpon the heeles of my presentment sir Let 's see your peece Pain 'T is a good Peece Poet. So 't is this comes off well and excellent Pain Indifferent Poet. Admirable How this grace Speakes his owne standing what a mentall power This eye shootes forth How bigge imagination Moues in this Lip to th' dumbnesse of the gesture One might interpret Pain It is a pretty mocking of the life Heere is a touch Is' t good Poet. I will say of it It Tutors Nature Artificiall strife Liues in these toutches liuelier then life Enter certaine Senators Pain How this Lord is followed Poet. The Senators of Athens happy men Pain Looke moe Po. You see this confluence this great flood of visitors I haue in this rough worke shap'd out a man Whom this beneath world doth embrace and hugge With amplest entertainment My free drift Halts not particularly but moues it selfe In a wide Sea of wax no leuell'd malice Infects one comma in the course I hold But flies an Eagle flight bold and forth on Leauing no Tract behinde Pain How shall I vnderstand you Poet. I will vnboult to you You see how all Conditions how all Mindes As well of glib and slipp'ry Creatures as Of Graue and austere qualitie tender downe Their seruices to Lord Timon his large Fortune Vpon his good and gracious Nature hanging Subdues and properties to his loue and tendance All sorts of hearts yea from the glasse-fac'd Flatterer To Apemantus that few things louesâ better Then to abhorre himselfe euen hee drops downe The knee before him and returnes in peace Most rich in Timons nod Pain I saw them speake together Poet. Sir I haue vpon a high and pleasant hill Feign'd Fortune to be thron'd The Base o' th' Mount Is rank'd with all deserts all kinde of Natures That labour on the bosome of this Sphere To propagate their states among'st them all Whose eyes are on this Soueraigne Lady fixt One do I personate of Lord Timons frame Whom Fortune with her Iuory hand wafts to her Whose present grace to present slaues and seruants Translates his Riuals Pain 'T is conceyu'd to scope This Throne this Fortune and this Hill me thinkes With one man becken'd from the rest below Bowing his head against the steepy Mount To climbe his happinesse would be well exprest In our Condition Poet. Nay Sir but heare me on All those which were his Fellowes but of late Some better then his valew on the moment Follow his strides his Lobbies fill with tendance Raine Sacrificiall whisperings in his eare Make Sacred euen his styrrop and through him Drinke the free Ayre Pain I marry what of these Poet. When Fortune in her shift and change of mood Spurnes downe her late beloued all his Dependants Which labour'd after him to the Mountaines top Euen on their knees and hand let him sit downe Not one accompanying his declining foot Pain T is common A thousand morall Paintings I can shew That shall demonstrate these quicke blowes of Fortunes More pregnantly then words Yet you do well To shew Lord Timon that meane eyes haue seene The foot aboue the head Trumpets sound Enter Lord Timon addressing himselfe curteously to euery Sutor Tim. Imprison'd is he say you Mes I my good Lord fiue Talents is his debt His meanes most short his Creditors most straite Your Honourable Letter he desires To those haue shut him vp which failing Periods his comfort Tim. Noble Ventidius well I am not of that Feather to shake off My Friend when he must neede me I do know him A Gentleman that well deserues a helpe Which he shall haue I le pay the debt and free him Mes Your Lordship euer bindes him Tim. Commend me to him I will send his ransome And being enfranchized bid him come to me 'T is not enough to helpe the Feeble vp But to support him after Fare you well Mes All happinesse to your Honor. Exit Enter an old Athenian Oldm. Lord Timon heare me speake Tim. Freely good Father Oldm. Thou hast a Seruant nam'd Lucilius Tim. I haue so What of him Oldm. Most Noble Timon call the man before thee Tim. Attends he heere or no Lucillius Luc. Heere at your Lordships seruice Oldm. This Fellow heere L. Timon this thy Creature By night frequents my house I am a man That from my first haue beene inclin'd to thrift And my estate deserues an Heyre more rais'd Then one which holds a Trencher Tim. Well what further Old One onely Daughter haue I no Kin else On whom I may conferre what I haue got The Maid is faire a' th' youngest for a Bride And I haue bred her at my deerest cost In Qualities of the best This man of thine Attempts her loue I prythee Noble Lord Ioyne with me to forbid him her resort My selfe haue spoke in vaine Tim. The man is honest Oldm. Therefore he will be Timon His honesty rewards him in it selfe It must not beare my Daughter Tim. Does she loue him Oldm. She is yong and apt Our owne precedent passions do instruct vs What leuities in youth Tim. Loue you the Maid Luc. I my good Lord and she accepts of it Oldm. If in her Marriage my consent be missing I call the Gods to witnesse I will choose Mine heyre from forth the Beggers of the world And dispossesse her all Tim. How shall she be endowed If she be mated with an equall Husband Oldm. Three Talents on the present in future all Tim. This Gentleman of mine Hath seru'd me long To build his Fortune I will straine a little For 't is a Bond in men Giue him thy Daughter What you bestow in him I le counterpoize And make him weigh with her Oldm. Most Noble Lord Pawne me to this your Honour she is his Tim. My hand to thee Mine Honour on
beginning of the night Neuer come such diuision 'tweene our soules Let it not Brutus Enter Lucius with the Gowne Bru. Euery thing is well Cassi Good night my Lord. Bru. Good night good Brother Tit. Messa Good night Lord Brutus Bru. Farwell euery one Exeunt Giue me the Gowne Where is thy Instrument Luc. Heere in the Tent. Bru. What thou speak'st drowsily Poore knaue I blame thee not thou art ore-watch'd Call Claudio and some other of my men I le haue them sleepe on Cushions in my Tent. Luc. Varrus and Claudio Enter Varrus and Claudio Var. Cals my Lord Bru. I pray you sirs lye in my Tent and sleepe It may be I shall raise you by and by On businesse to my Brother Cassius Var. So please you we will stand And watch your pleasure Bru. I will it not haue it so Lye downe good sirs It may be I shall otherwise bethinke me Looke Lucius heere 's the booke I sought for so I put it in the pocket of my Gowne Luc. I was sure your Lordship did not giue it me Bru. Beare with me good Boy I am much forgetfull Canst thou hold vp thy heauie eyes a-while And touch thy Instrument a straine or two Luc. I my Lord an 't please you Bru. It does my Boy I trouble thee too much but thou art willing Luc. It is my duty Sir Brut. I should not vrge thy duty past thy might I know yong bloods looke for a time of rest Luc. I haue slept my Lord already Bru. It was well done and thou shalt sleepe againe I will not hold thee long If I do liue I will be good to thee Musicke and a Song This is a sleepy Tune O Murd'rous slumbler Layest thou thy Leaden Mace vpon my Boy That playes thee Musicke Gentle knaue good night I will not do thee so much wrong to wake thee If thou do'st nod thou break'st thy Instrument I le take it from thee and good Boy good night Let me see let me see is not the Leafe turn'd downe Where I left reading Heere it is I thinke Enter the Ghost of Caesar How ill this Taper burnes Ha! Who comes heere I thinke it is the weakenesse of mine eyes That shapes this monstrous Apparition It comes vpon me Art thou any thing Art thou some God some Angell or some Diuell That mak'st my blood cold and my haire to stare Speake to me what thou art Ghost Thy euill Spirit Brutus Bru. Why com'st thou Ghost To tell thee thou shalt see me at Philippi Brut. Well then I shall see thee againe Ghost I at Philippi Brut. Why I will see thee at Philippi then Now I haue taken heart thou vanishest Ill Spirit I would hold more talke with thee Boy Lucius Varrus Claudio Sirs Awake Claudio Luc. The strings my Lord are false Bru. He thinkes he still is at his Instrument Lucius awake Luc. My Lord. Bru. Did'st thou dreame Lucus that thou so cryedst out Luc. My Lord I do not know that I did cry Bru. Yes that thou did'st Did'st thou see any thing Luc. Nothing my Lord. Bru. Sleepe againe Lucius Sirra Claudio Fellow Thou Awake Var. My Lord. Claeu My Lord. Bru. Why did you so cry out sirs in your sleepe Both. Did we my Lord Bru. I saw you any thing Var. No my Lord I saw nothing Clau. Nor I my Lord. Bru. Go and commend me to my Brother Cassius Bid him set on his Powres betimes before And we will follow Both. It shall be done my Lord. Exeunt Actus Quintus Enter Octauius Antony and their Army Octa. Now Antony our hopes are answered You said the Enemy would not come downe But keepe the Hilles and vpper Regions It proues not so their battailes are at hand They meane to warne vs at Philippi heere Answering before we do demand of them Ant. Tut I am in their bosomes and I know Wherefore they do it They could be content To visit other places and come downe With fearefull brauery thinking by this face To fasten in our thoughts that they haue Courage But 't is not so Enter a Messenger Mes Prepare you Generals The Enemy comes on in gallant shew Their bloody signe of Battell is hung out And something to be done immediately Ant. Octauius leade your Battaile softly on Vpon the left hand of the euen Field Octa. Vpon the right hand I keepe thou the left Ant. Why do you crosse me in this exigent Octa. I do not crosse you but I will do so March Drum Enter Brutus Cassius their Army Bru. They stand and would haue parley Cassi ãâã fast Titinius we must out and talke Octa. Mark Antony shall we giue signe of Battaile ãâã No Caesar we will answer on their Charge Make forth the Generals would haue some words Oct. Stirre not vntill the Signall Bru. Words before blowes is it so Countrymen Octa. Not that we loue words better as you do Bru. Good words are better then bad strokes Octauius An. In your bad strokes Brutus you giue good words Witnesse the hole you made in Caesars heart Crying long liue Haile Caesar Cassi Antony The posture of your blowes are yet vnknowne But for your words they rob the Hibla Bees And leaue them Hony-lesse Ant. Not stinglesse too Bru. O yes and soundlesse too For you haue stolne their buzzing Antony And very wisely threat before you sting Ant. Villains you did not so when your vile daggers Hackt one another in the sides of Caesar You shew'd your teethes like Apes And fawn'd like Hounds And bow'd like Bondmen kissing Caesars feete Whil'st damned Caska like a Curre behinde Strooke Caesar on the necke O you Flatterers Cassi Flatterers Now Brutus thanke your selfe This tongue had not offended so to day If Cassius might haue rul'd Octa. Come come the cause If arguing make vs swet The proofe of it will turne to redder drops Looke I draw a Sword against Conspirators When thinke you that the Sword goes vp againe Neuer till Caesars three and thirtie wounds Be well aueng'd or till another Caesar Haue added slaughter to the Sword of Traitors Brut. Caesar thou canst not dye by Traitors hands Vnlesse thou bring'st them with thee Octa. So I hope I was not borne to dye on Brutus Sword Bru. O if thou wer 't the Noblest of thy Straine Yong-man thou could'st not dye more honourable Cassi A peeuish School-boy worthles of such Honor Ioyn'd with a Masker and a Reueller Ant. Old Cassius still Octa. Come Antony away Defiance Traitors hurle we in your teeth If you dare fight to day come to the Field If not when you haue stomackes Exit Octauius Antony and Army Cassi Why now blow winde swell Billow And swimme Barke The Storme is vp and all is on the hazard Bru. Ho Lucillius hearke a word with you Lucillius and Messala stand forth Luc. My Lord. Cassi Messala Messa What sayes my Generall Cassi Messala this is my Birth-day as this very day Was Cassius borne Giue me thy hand Messala Be thou my witnesse that against
parley For Lord Hamlet Beleeue so much in him that he is young And with a larger tether may he walke Then may be giuen you In few Ophelia Doe not beleeue his vowes for they are Broakers Not of the eye which their Inuestments show But meere implorators of vnholy Sutes Breathing like sanctified and pious bonds The better to beguile This is for all I would not in plaine tearmes from this time forth Haue you so slander any moment leisure As to giue words or talke with the Lord Hamlet Looke too 't I charge you come your wayes Ophe. I shall obey my Lord. Exeunt Enter Hamlet Horatio Marcellus Ham. The Ayre bites shrewdly is it very cold Hor. It is a nipping and an eager ayre Ham. What hower now Hor. I thinke it lacks of twelue Mar. No it is strooke Hor. Indeed I heard it not then it drawes neere the season Wherein the Spirit held his wont to walke What does this meane my Lord Ham. The King doth wake to night and takes his rouse Keepes wassels and the swaggering vpspring reeles And as he dreines his draughts of Renish downe The kettle Drum and Trumpet thus bray out The triumph of his Pledge Horat. Is it a custome Ham. I marry ist And to my mind though I am natiue heere And to the manner borne It is a Custome More honour'd in the breach then the obseruance Enter Ghost Hor. Looke my Lord it comes Ham. Angels and Ministers of Grace defend vs Be thou a Spirit of health or Goblin damn'd Bring with thee ayres from Heauen or blasts from Hell Be thy euents wicked or charitable Thou com'st in such a questionable shape That I will speake to thee I le call thee Hamlet King Father Royall Dane Oh oh answer me Let me not burst in Ignorance but tell Why thy Canoniz'd bones Hearsed in death Haue burst their cerments why the Sepulcher Wherein we saw thee quietly enurn'd Hath op'd his ponderous and Marble iawes To cast thee vp againe What may this meane That thou dead Coarse againe in compleat steele Reuisits thus the glimpses of the Moone Making Night hidious And we fooles of Nature So horridly to shake our disposition With thoughts beyond thee reaches of our Soules Say why is this wherefore what should we doe Ghost beckens Hamlet Hor. It beckons you to goe away with it As if it some impartment did desire To you alone Mar. Looke with what courteous action It wafts you to a more remoued ground But doe not goe with it Hor. No by no meanes Ham. It will not speake then will I follow it Hor. Doe not my Lord. Ham. Why what should be the feare I doe not set my life at a pins fee And for my Soule what can it doe to that Being a thing immortall as it selfe It waues me forth againe I le follow it Hor. What if it tempt you toward the Floud my Lord Or to the dreadfull Sonnet of the Cliffe That beetles o're his base into the Sea And there assumes some other horrible forme Which might depriue your Soueraignty of Reason And draw you into madnesse thinke of it Ham. It wafts me still goe on I le follow thee Mar. You shall not goe my Lord. Ham. Hold off your band Hor. Be rul'd you shall not goe Ham. My fate cries out And makes each petty Artire in this body As hardy as the Nemian Lions nerue Still am I cal'd Vnhand me Gentlemen By Heau'n I le make a Ghost of him that lets me I say away goe on I le follow thee Exeunt Ghost Hamlet Hor. He waxes desperate with imagination Mar. Let 's follow 't is not fit thus to obey him Hor. Haue after to what issue will this come Mar. Something is rotten in the State of Denmarke Hor. Heauen will direct it Mar. Nay let 's follow him Exeunt Enter Ghost and Hamlet Ham. Where wilt thou lead me speak I le go no further Gho. Marke me Ham. I will Gho. My hower is almost come When I to sulphurous and tormenting Flames Must render vp my selfe Ham. Alas poore Ghost Gho. Pitty me not but lend thy serious hearing To what I shall vnfold Ham. Speake I am bound to heare Gho. So art thou to reuenge when thou shalt heare Ham. What Gho. I am thy Fathers Spirit Doom'd for a certaine terme to walke the night And for the day confin'd to fast in Fiers Till the foule crimes done in my dayes of Nature Are burnt and purg'd away But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my Prison-House I could a Tale vnfold whose lightest word Would harrow vp thy soule freeze thy young blood Make thy two eyes like Starres start from their Spheres Thy knotty and combined locks to part And each particular haire to stand an end Like Quilles vpon the fretfull Porpentine But this eternall blason must not be To eares of flesh and bloud lift Hamlet oh lift If thou didst euer thy deare Father loue Ham. Oh Heauen Gho. Reuenge his foule and most vnnaturall Murther Ham. Murther Ghost Murther most foule as in the best it is But this most foule strange and vnnaturall Ham. Hast hast me to know it That with wings as swift As meditation or the thoughts of Loue May sweepe to my Reuenge Ghost I finde thee apt And duller should'st thou be then the fat weede That rots it selfe in ease on Lethe Wharfe Would'st thou not stirre in this Now Hamlet heare It 's giuen out that sleeping in mine Orchard A Serpent stung me so the whole eare of Denmarke Is by a forged processe of my death Rankly abus'd But know thou Noble youth The Serpent that did sting thy Fathers life Now weares his Crowne Ham. O my Propheticke soule mine Vncle Ghost I that incestuous that adulterate Beast With witchcraft of his wits hath Traitorous guifts Oh wicked Wit and Gifts that haue the power So to seduce Won to to this shamefull Lust The will of my most seeming vertuous Queene Oh Hamlet what a falling off was there From me whose loue was of that dignity That it went hand in hand euen with the Vow I made to her in Marriage and to decline Vpon a wretch whose Naturall gifts were poore To those of mine But Vertue as it neuer wil be moued Though Lewdnesse court it in a shape of Heauen So Lust though to a radiant Angell link'd Will sate it selfe in a Celestiallbed prey on Garbage But soft me thinkes I sent the Mornings Ayre Briefe let me be Sleeping within mine Orchard My custome alwayes in the afternoone Vpon my secure hower thy Vncle stole With iuyce of cursed Hebenon in a Violl And in the Porches of mine eares did poure The leaperous Distilment whose effect Holds such an enmity with bloud of Man That swift as Quick-siluer it courses through The naturall Gates and Allies of the Body And with a sodaine vigour it doth posset And curd like Aygre droppings into Milke The thin and wholsome blood so did it mine And a most instant Tetter bak'd
finde him not there seeke him i' th other place your selfe but indeed if you finde him not this moneth you shall nose him as you go vp the staires into the Lobby King Go seeke him there Ham. He will stay till ye come K. Hamlet this deed of thine for thine especial safety Which we do tender as we deerely greeue For that which thou hast done must send thee hence With fierie Quicknesse Therefore prepare thy selfe The Barke is readie and the winde at helpe Th' Associates tend and euery thing at bent For England Ham. For England King I Hamlet Ham. Good King So is it if thou knew'st our purposes Ham. I see a Cherube that see 's him but come for England Farewell deere Mother King Thy louing Father Hamlet Hamlet My Mother Father and Mother is man and wife man wife is one flesh and so my mother Come for England Exit King Follow him at foote Tempt him with speed aboord Delay it not I le haue him hence to night Away for euery thing is Seal'd and done That else leanes on th' Affaire pray you make haft And England if my loue thou holdst at ought As my great power thereof may giue thee sense Since yet thy Cicatrice lookes raw and red After the Danish Sword and thy free awe Payes homage to vs thou maist not coldly set Our Soueraigne Processe which imports at full By Letters coniuring to that effect The present death of Hamlet Do it England For like the Hecticke in my blood he rages And thou must cure me Till I know 't is done How ere my happes my ioyes were ne're begun Exit Enter Fortinbras with an Armie For. Go Captaine from me greet the Danish King Tell him that by his license Fortinbras Claimes the conueyance of a promis'd March Ouer his Kingdome You know the Rendeuous If that his Maiesty would ought with vs We shall expresse our dutie in his eye And let him know so Cap. I will doo 't my Lord. For. Go safely on Exit Enter Queene and Horatio Qu. I will not speake with her Hor. She is importunate indeed distract her moode will needs be pittied Qu. What would she haue Hor. She speakes much of her Father saies she heares There 's trickes i' th' world and hems and beats her heart Spurnes enuiously at Strawes speakes things in doubt That carry but halfe sense Her speech is nothing Yet the vnshaped vse of it doth moue The hearers to Collection they ayme at it And botch the words vp fit to their owne thoughts Which as her winkes and nods and gestures yeeld them Indeed would make one thinke there would be thought Though nothing sure yet much vnhappily Qu. 'T were good she were spoken with For she may strew dangerous coniectures In ill breeding minds Let her come in To my sicke soule as sinnes true Nature is Each toy seemes Prologue to some great amisse So full of Artlesse iealousie is guilt It spill's it selfe in fearing to be spilt Enter Ophelia distracted Ophe Where is the beauteous Maiesty of Denmark Qu. How now Ophelia Ophe. How should I your true loue know from another one By his Cockle hat and staffe and his Sandal shoone Qu. Alas sweet Lady what imports this Song Ophe. Say you Nay pray you marke He is dead and gone Lady he is dead and gone At his head a grasse-greene Turfe at his heeles a stone Enter King Qu. Nay but Ophelia Ophe. Pray you marke White his Shrow'd as the Mountaine Snow Qu. Alas looke heere my Lord. Ophe. Larded with sweet flowers Which bewept to the graue did not go With true-loue showres King How do ye pretty Lady Ophe. Well God dil'd you They say the Owle was a Bakers daughter Lord wee know what we are but know not what we may be God be at your Table King Conceit vpon her Father Ophe. Pray you let 's haue no words of this but when they aske you what it meanes say you this Tomorrow is S. Valentines day all in the morning betime And I a Maid at your Window to be your Valentine Then vp he rose don'd his clothes dupt the chamber dore Let in the Maid that out a Maid neuer departed more King Pretty Ophelia Ophe. Indeed la without an oath I le make an end out By gis and by S. Charity Alacke and sie for shame Yong men wil doo 't if they come too 't By Cocke they are too blame Quoth she before you tumbled me You promis'd me to Wed So would I ha done by yonder Sunne And thou hadst not come to my bed King How long hath she bin this Ophe. I hope all will be well We must bee patient but I cannot choose but weepe to thinke they should lay him i' th' cold ground My brother shall knowe of it and so I thanke you for your good counsell Come my Coach Goodnight Ladies Goodnight sweet Ladies Goodnight goodnight Exit King Follow her close Giue her good watch I pray you Oh this is the poyson of deepe greefe it springs All from her Fathers death Oh Gertrude Gertrude When sorrowes comes they come not single spies But in Battaliaes First her Father slaine Next your Sonne gone and he most violent Author Of his owne iust remoue the people muddied Thicke and vnwholsome in their thoughts and whispers For good Polonius death and we haue done but greenly In hugger mugger to interre him Poore Ophelia Diuided from her selfe and her faire Iudgement Without the which we are Pictures or meere Beasts Last and as much containing as all these Her Brother is in secret come from France Keepes on his wonder keepes himselfe in clouds And wants not Buzzers to infect his eare With pestilent Speeches of his Fathers death Where in necessitie of matter Beggard Will nothing sticke our persons to Arraigne In eare and eare O my deere Gertrude this Like to a murdering Peece in many places Giues me superfluous death A Noise within Enter a Messenger Qu. Alacke what noyse is this King Where are my Switzers Let them guard the doore What is the matter Mes Saue your selfe my Lord. The Ocean ouer-peering of his List Eates not the Flats with more impittious haste Then young Laertes in a Riotous head Ore-beares your Officers the rabble call him Lord And as the world were now but to begin Antiquity forgot Custome not knowne The Ratifiers and props of euery word They cry choose we Laertes shall be King Caps hands and tongues applaud it to the clouds Laertes shall be King Laertes King Qu. How cheerefully on the false Traile they cry Oh this is Counter you false Danish Dogges Noise within Enter Laertes King The doores are broke Laer. Where is the King sirs Stand you all without All. No let 's come in Laer. I pray you giue me leaue Al. We will we will Laer. I thanke you Keepe the doore Oh thou vilde King giue me my Father Qu. Calmely good Laertes Laer. That drop of blood that calmes Proclaimes me Bastard Cries Cuckold to
my dying voyce So tell him with the occurrents more and lesse Which haue solicited The rest is silence O o o o Dyes Hora. Now cracke a Noble heart Goodnight sweet Prince And flights of Angels sing thee to thy rest Why do's the Drumme come hither Enter Fortinbras and English Ambassador with Drumme Colours and Attendants Fortin Where is this sight Hor. What is it ye would see If ought of woe or wonder cease your search For. His quarry cries on hauocke Oh proud death What feast is toward in thine eternall Cell That thou so many Princes at a shoote So bloodily hast strooke Amb. The sight is dismall And our affaires from England come too late The eares are senselesse that should giue vs hearing To tell him his command'ment is fulfill'd That Rosincrance and Guildensterne are dead Where should we haue our thankes Hor. Not from his mouth Had it th' abilitie of life to thanke you He neuer gaue command'ment for their death But since so iumpe vpon this bloodie question You from the Polake warres and you from England Are heere arriued Giue order that these bodies High on a stage be placed to the view And let me speake to th' yet vnknowing world How these things came about So shall you heare Of carnall bloudie and vnnaturall acts Of accidentall iudgements casuall slaughters Of death's put on by cunning and forc'd cause And in this vpshot purposes mistooke Falne on the Inuentors heads All this can I Truly deliuer For. Let vs hast to heare it And call the Noblest to the Audience For me with sorrow I embrace my Fortune I haue some Rites of memory in this Kingdome Which are ro claime my vantage doth Inuite me Hor. Of that I shall haue alwayes cause to speake And from his mouth Whose voyce will draw on more But let this same be presently perform'd Euen whiles mens mindes are wilde Lest more mischance On plots and errors happen For. Let foure Captaines Beare Hamlet like a Soldier to the Stage For he was likely had he beene put on To haue prou'd most royally And for his passage The Souldiours Musicke and the rites of Warre Speake lowdly for him Take vp the body Such a sight as this Becomes the Field but heere shewes much amis Go bid the Souldiers shoote Exeunt Marching after the which a Peale of Ordenance are shot off FINIS THE TRAGEDIE OF KING LEAR Actus Primus Scoena Prima Enter Kent Gloucester and Edmond Kent I Thought the King had more affected the Duke of Albany then Cornwall Glou. It did alwayes seeme so to vs But now in the diuision of the Kingdome it appeares not which of the Dukes hee valewes most for qualities are so weigh'd that curiosity in neither can make choise of eithers moity Kent Is not this your Son my Lord Glou. His breeding Sir hath bin at my charge I haue so often blush'd to acknowledge him that now I am braz'd too 't Kent I cannot conceiue you Glou. Sir this yong Fellowes mother could wherevpon she grew round womb'd and had indeede Sir a Sonne for her Cradle ere she had a husband for her bed Do you smell a fault Kent I cannot wish the fault vndone the issue of it being so proper Glou. But I haue a Sonne Sir by order of Law some yeere elder then this who yet is no deerer in my account though this Knaue came somthing sawcily to the world before he was sent for yet was his Mother fayre there was good sport at his making and the horson must be acknowledged Doe you know this Noble Gentleman Edmond Edm. No my Lord. Glou. My Lord of Kent Remember him heereafter as my Honourable Friend Edm. My seruices to your Lordship Kent I must loue you and sue to know you better Edm. Sir I shall study deseruing Glou. He hath bin out nine yeares and away he shall againe The King is comming Sennet Enter King Lear Cornwall Albany Gonerill Regan Cordelia and attendants Lear. Attend the Lords of France Burgundy Gloster Glou. I shall my Lord. Exit Lear. Meane time we shal expresse our darker purpose Giue me the Map there Know that we haue diuided In three our Kingdome and 't is our fast intent To shake all Cares and Businesse from our Age Conferring them on yonger strengths while we Vnburthen'd crawle toward death Our son of Cornwal And you our no lesse louing Sonne of Albany We haue this houre a constant will to publish Our daughters seuerall Dowers that future strife May be preuented now The Princes France Burgundy Great Riuals in our yongest daughters loue Long in our Court haue made their amorous soiourne And heere are to be answer'd Tell me my daughters Since now we will diuest vs both of Rule Interest of Territory Cares of State Which of you shall we say doth loue vs most That we our largest bountie may extend Where Nature doth with merit challenge Gonerill Our eldest borne speake first Gon. Sir I loue you more then word can weild y e matter Deerer then eye-sight space and libertie Beyond what can be valewed rich or rare No lesse then life with grace health beauty honor As much as Childe ere lou'd or Father found A loue that makes breath poore and speech vnable Beyond all manner of so much I loue you Cor. What shall Cordelia speake Loue and be silent Lear. Of all these bounds euen from this Line to this With shadowie Forrests and with Champains rich'd With plenteous Riuers and wide-skirted Meades We make thee Lady To thine and Albanies issues Be this perpetuall What sayes our second Daughter Our deerest Regan wife of Cornwall Reg. I am made of that selfe-mettle as my Sister And prize me at her worth In my true heart I finde she names my very deede of loue Onely she comes too short that I professe My selfe an enemy to all other ioyes Which the most precious square of sense professes And finde I am alone felicitate In your deere Highnesse loue Cor. Then poore Cordelia And yet not so since I am sure my loue 's More ponderous then my tongue Lear. To thee and thine hereditarie euer Remaine this ample third of our faire Kingdome No lesse in space validitie and pleasure Then that confeir'd on Gonerill Now our Ioy Although our last and least to whose yong loue The Vines of France and Milke of Burgundie Striue to be interest What can you say to draw A third more opilent then your Sisters speake Cor. Nothing my Lord. Lear. Nothing Cor. Nothing Lear. Nothing will come of nothing speake againe Cor. Vnhappie that I am I cannot heaue My heart into my mouth I loue your Maiesty According to my bond no more nor lesse Lear. How how Cordelia Mend your speech a little Least you may marre your Fortunes Cor. Good my Lord You haue begot me bred me lou'd me I returne those duties backe as are right fit Obey you Loue you and most Honour you Why haue my Sisters Husbands if they say They loue you
all Happily when I shall wed That Lord whose hand must take my plight shall carry Halfe my loue with him halfe my Care and Dutie Sure I shall neuer marry like my Sisters Lear. But goes thy heart with this Cor. I my good Lord. Lear. So young and so vntender Cor. So young my Lord and true Lear. Let it be so thy truth then be thy dowre For by the sacred radience of the Sunne The miseries of Heccat and the night By all the operation of the Orbes From whom we do exist and cease to be Heere I disclaime all my Paternall care Propinquity and property of blood And as a stranger to my heart and me Hold thee from this for euer The barbarous Scythian Or he that makes his generation messes To gorge his appetite shall to my bosome Be as well neighbour'd pittied and releeu'd As thou my sometime Daughter Kent Good my Liege Lear. Peace Kent Come not betweene the Dragon and his wrath I lou'd her most and thought to set my rest On her kind nursery Hence and avoid my sight So be my graue my peace as here I giue Her Fathers heart from her call France who stirres Call Burgundy Cornwall and Albanie With my two Daughters Dowres digest the third Let pride which she cals plainnesse marry her I doe inuest you ioyntly with my power Preheminence and all the large effects That troope with Maiesty Our selfe by Monthly course With reseruation of an hundred Knights By you to be sustain'd shall our abode Make with you by due turne onely we shall retaine The name and all th' addition to a King the Sway Reuennew Execution of the rest Beloued Sonnes be yours which to confirme This Coronet part betweene you Kent Royall Lear Whom I haue euer honor'd as my King Lou'd as my Father as my Master follow'd As my great Patron thought on in my praiers Le. The bow is bent drawne make from the shaft Kent Let it fall rather though the forke inuade The region of my heart be Kent vnmannerly When Lear is mad what wouldest thou do old man Think'st thou that dutie shall haue dread to speake When power to flattery bowes To plainnesse honour 's bound When Maiesty falls to folly reserue thy state And in thy best consideration checke This hideous rashnesse answere my life my iudgement Thy yongest Daughter do's not loue thee least Nor are those empty hearted whose low founds Reuerbe no hollownesse Lear. Kent on thy life no more Kent My life I neuer held but as pawne To wage against thine enemies nere feare to loose it Thy safety being motiue Lear. Out of my sight Kent See better Lear and let me still remaine The true blanke of thine eie Kear Now by Apollo Lent Now by Apollo King Thou swear st thy Gods in vaine Lear. O Vassall Miscreant Alb. Cor. Deare Sir forbeare Kent Kill thy Physition and thy see bestow Vpon the foule disease reuoke thy guift Or whil'st I can vent clamour from my throate I le tell thee thou dost euill Lea. Heare me recreant on thine allegeance heare me That thou hast sought to make vs breake our vowes Which we durst neuer yet and with strain'd pride To come betwixt our sentences and our power Which nor our nature nor our place can beare Our potencie made good take thy reward Fiue dayes we do allot thee for prouision To shield thee from disasters of the world And on the sixt to turne thy hated backe Vpon our kingdome if on the tenth day following Thy banisht trunke be found in our Dominions The moment is thy death away By Iupiter This shall not be reuok'd Kent Fare thee well King sith thus thou wilt appeare Freedome liues hence and banishment is here The Gods to their deere shelter take thee Maid That iustly think'st and hast most rightly said And your large speeches may your deeds approue That good effects may spring from words of loue Thus Kent O Princes bids you all adew Hee 'l shape his old course in a Country new Exit Flourish Enter Gloster with France and Burgundy Attendants Cor. Heere 's France and Burgundy my Noble Lord. Lear. My Lord of Bugundie We first addresse toward you who with this King Hath riuald for our Daughter what in the least Will you require in present Dower with her Or cease your quest of Loue Bur. Most Royall Maiesty I craue no more then hath your Highnesse offer'd Nor will you tender lesse Lear. Right Noble Burgundy When she was deare to vs we did hold her so But now her price is fallen Sir there she stands If ought within that little seeming substance Or all of it with our displeasure piec'd And nothing more may fitly like your Grace Shee 's there and she is yours Bur. I know no answer Lear. Will you with those infirmities she owes Vnfriended new adopted to our hate Dow'rd with our curse and stranger'd with our oath Take her or leaue her Bur. Pardon me Royall Sir Election makes not vp in such conditions Le. Then leaue her sir for by the powre that made me I tell you all her wealth For you great King I would not from your loue make such a stray To match you where I hate therefore beseech you T' auert your liking a more worthier way Then on a wretch whom Nature is asham'd Almost t' acknowledge hers Fra. This is most strange That she whom euen but now was your obiect The argument of your praise balme of your age The best the deerest should in this trice of time Commit a thing so monstrous to dismantle So many folds of fauour sure her offence Must be of such vnnaturall degree That monsters it Or your fore-voucht affection Fall into taint which to beleeue of her Must be a faith that reason without miracle Should neuer plant in me Cor. I yet beseech your Maiesty If for I want that glib and oylie Art To speake and purpose not since what I will intend I le do 't before I speake that you make knowne It is no vicious blot murther or foulenesse No vnchaste action or dishonoured step That hath depriu'd me of your Grace and fauour But euen for want of that for which I am richer A still soliciting eye and such a tongue That I am glad I haue not though not to haue it Hath loft me in your liking Lear. Better thou had'st Not beene borne then not t haue pleas'd me better Fra. Is it but this A tardinesse in nature Which often leaues the history vnspoke That it intends to do my Lord of Burgundy What say you to the Lady Loue 's not loue When it is mingled with regards that stands Aloofe from th' intire point will you haue her She is herselfe a Dowrie Bur. Royall King Giue but that portion which your selfe propos'd And here I take Cordelia by the hand Dutchesse of Burgundie Lear. Nothing I haue sworne I am firme Bur. I am sorry then you haue so lost a Father That you must loose a husband Cor.
Snow And smooth as Monumentall Alablaster Yet she must dye else shee 'l betray more men Put out the Light and then put out the Light If I quench thee thou flaming Minister I can againe thy former light restore Should I repent me But once put out thy Light Thou cunning'st Patterne of excelling Nature I know not where is that Promethaeâ heate That can thy Light re-Lume When I haue pluck'd thy Rose I cannot giue it vitall growth againe It needs must wither I le smell thee on the Tree Oh Balmy breath that dost almost perswade Iustice to breake her Sword One more one more Be thus when thou art dead and I will kill thee And loue thee after One more and that 's the last So sweet was ne're so fatall I must weepe But they are cruell Teares This sorrow 's heauenly It strikes where it doth loue She wakes Des Who 's there Othello Othel. I Desdemona Des Will you come to bed my Lord Oth. Haue you pray'd to night Desdemon Des I my Lord. Oth. If you bethinke your selfe of any Crime Vnreconcil'd as yet to Heauen and Grace Solicite for it straight Des Alacke my Lord What may you meane by that Oth. Well do it and be breefe I will walke by I would not kill thy vnprepared Spirit No Heauens fore-fend I would not kill thy Soule Des Talke you of killing Oth. I I do Des Then Heauen haue mercy on mee Oth. Amen with all my heart Des If you say I hope you will not kill me Oth. Humh Des And yet I feare you for you 're fatall then When your eyes rowle so Why I should feare I know not Since guiltinesse I know not But yet I feele I feare Oth. Thinke on thy sinnes Des They are Loueâ I beare to you Oth. I and for that thou dy'st Des That death 's vnnaturall that kils for louing Alas why gnaw you so your nether-lip Some bloody passion shakes your very Frame These are portentâ but yet I hope I hope They do not point on me Oth. Peace and be still Des I will so What 's the matter Oth. That Handkerchiefe Which I so lou'd and gaue thee thou gau'st to Cassio Des No by my Life and Soule send for the man And aske him Oth. Sweet Soule take heed take heed of Periury Thou art on thy death-bed Des I but not yet to dye Oth. Presently Therefore confesse thee freely of thy sinne For to deny each Article with Oath Cannot remoue nor choake the strong Conception That I do grone withall Thou art to dye Des O Heauen haue mercy on me Oth. I say Amen Des And haue you mercy too I neuer did Offend you in my life neuer lou'd Cassio But with such generall warrantie of Heauen As I might loue I neuer gaue him Token Oth. By Heauen I saw my Handkerchiefe in 's hand O periur'd woman thou do'st stone my heart And makes me call what I intend to do A Murther which I thought a Sacrifice I saw the Handkerchiefe Des He found it then I neuer gaue it him Send for him hither Let him confesse a truth Oth. He hath confest Des What my Lord Oth. That he hath vs'd thee Des How vnlawfully Oth. I. Des He will not say so Oth. No his mouth is stopp'd Honest Iago hath ' tane order for 't Des Oh my feare interprets What is he dead Oth. Had all his haires bin liues my great Reuenge Had stomacke for them all Des Alas he is betray'd and I vndone Oth. Out Strumpet weep'st thou for him to my face Des O banish me my Lord but kill me not Oth. Downe Strumpet Des Kill me to morrow let me liue to night Oth. Nay if you striue Des But halfe an houre Oth. Being done there is no pawse Des But while I say one prayer Oth. It is too late Smothers her Aemilia at the doore Aemil. My Lord my Lord What hoa My Lord my Lord. Oth. What noise is this Not dead not yet quite dead I that am cruell am yet mercifull I would not haue thee linger in thy paine So so Aemil. within What hoa my Lord my Lord Oth. Who 's there Aemil. Oh good my Lord I would speake a word with you Oth. Yes 'T is Aemilia by and by Shee 's dead 'T is like she comes to speake of Cassio's death The noise was high Hah no more moouing Still as the Graue Shall âhe come in Wer't good I thinke she stirres againe No what 's best to do If she come in shee 'l sure speake to my wife My wife my wife what wife I haue no wife Oh insupportable Oh heauy houre Me thinkes it should be now a huge Eclipse Of Sunne and Moone and that th' affrighted Globe Did yawne at Alteration Aemil. I do beseech you That I may speake with you Oh good my Lord. Oth. I had forgot thee oh come in Aemilia Soft by and by let me the Curtaines draw Where art thou What 's the matter with thee now Enter Aemilia Aemil. Oh my good Lord yonder 's foule Murthers done Oth. What now Aemil. But now my Lord. Oth. It is the very error of the Moone She comes more neerer Earth then she was wont And makes men mad Aemil. Cassio my Lord hath kill'd A young Venetian call'd Rodorigo Oth. Rodorigo kill'd and Cassio kill'd Aemil No Cassio is not kill'd Oth. Not Cassio kill'd Then Murther 's out of tune And sweet Reuenge growes harsh Des O falsely falsely murder'd Aemil. Alas what cry is that Oth. That What Aemil. Out and alas that was my Ladies voice Helpe helpe hoa helpe Oh Ladie speake againe Sweet Desdemona oh sweet Mistris speake Des A guiltlesse death I dye Aemil. Oh who hath done this deed Des No body I my selfe farewell Commend me to my kinde Lord oh farewell Oth. Why how should she be murdred Aemil. Alas who knowes Oth. You heare her say her selfe it was not I. Aemil. She said so I must needs report the truth Oth. She 's like a Liar gone to burning hell 'T was I that kill'd her Aemil. Oh the more Angell she and you the blacker Diuell Oth. She turn'd to folly and she was a whore Aemil. Thou do'st bely her and thou art a diuell Oth. She waâ false as water Aemil. Thou aât rash as fire to say That she was false Oh she was heauenly true Oth. Cassio did top her Ask thy husband else O I were damn'd beneath all depth in hell But that I did proceed vpon iust grounds To this extremity Thy Husband knew it all Aemil. My Husband Oth. Thy Husband Aemil. That she was false to Wedlocke Oth. I with Cassio had she bin true If Heauen would make me such another world Of one entyre and perfect Chrysolite I 'ld not haue sold her for it Aemil. My Husband Oth. I 't was he that told me on her first An honest man he is and hates the slime That stickes on filthy deeds Aemil. My Husband Oth. What needs this itterance Woman
I am dying Egypt dying onely I heere importune death a-while vntill Of many thousand kisses the poore last I lay vpon thy lippes Cleo. I dare not Deere Deere my Lord pardon I dare not Least I be taken not th' Imperious shew Of the full-Fortun'd Caesar euer shall Be brooch'd with me if Knife Drugges Serpents haue Edge sting or operation I am safe Your Wife Octauia with her modest eyes And still Conclusion shall acquire no Honour Demuring vpon me but come come Anthony Helpe me my women we must draw thâe vp Assist good Friends Ant. Oh quicke or I am gone Cleo. Heere 's sport indeede How heauy weighes my Lord Our strength is all gone into heauinesse That makes the waight Had I great Iuno's power The strong wing'd Mercury should fetch thee vp And set thee by Ioues side Yet come a little Wishers were euer Fooles Oh come come come They heaue Anthony aloft to Cleopatra And welcome welcome Dye when thou hast liu'd Quicken with kissing had my lippes that power Thus would I weare them out All. A heauy sight Ant. I am dying Egypt dying Giue me some Wine and let me speake a little Cleo. No let me speake and let me rayle so hye That the false Huswife Fortune breake her Wheele Prouok'd by my offence Ant. One word sweet Queene Of Caesar seeke your Honour with your safety Oh. Cleo. They do not go together Ant. Gentle heare me None about Caesar trust but Proculeius Cleo. My Resolution and my hands I le trust None about Caesar Ant. The miserable change now at my end Lament nor sorrow at but please your thoughts In feeding them with those my former Fortunes Wherein I liued The greatest Prince o' th' world The Noblest and do now not basely dye Not Cowardly put off my Helmet to My Countreyman A Roman by a Roman Valiantly vanquish'd Now my Spirit is going I can no more Cleo. Noblest of men woo't dye Hast thou no care of me shall I abide In this dull world which in thy absence is No better then a Stye Oh see my women The Crowne o' th' earth doth melt My Lord Oh wither'd is the Garland of the Warre The Souldiers pole is falne young Boyes and Gyrles Are leuell now with men The oddes is gone And there is nothing left remarkeable Beneath the visiting Moone Char. Oh quietnesse Lady Iras. She 's dead too our Soueraigne Char. Lady Iras. Madam Char. Oh Madam Madam Madam Iras. Royall Egypt Empresse Char. Peace peace Iras. Cleo. No more but in a Woman and commanded By such poore passion as the Maid that Milkes And doe's the meanest chaâes It were for me To throw my Scepter at the iniurious Gods To tell them that this World did equall theyrs Till they had stolne our Iewell All 's but naught Patience is sottish and impatience does Become a Dogge that 's mad Then is it sinne To rush into the secret house of death Ere death dare come to vs. How do you Women What what good cheere Why how now Charmian My Noble Gyrles Ah Women women Looke Our Lampe is spent it 's out Good sirs take heart Wee 'l bury him And then what 's braue what 's Noble Let 's doo 't after the high Roman fashion And make death proud to take vs. Come away This case of that huge Spirit now is cold Ah Women Women Come we haue no Friend But Resolution and the breefest end Exeunt bearing of Anthonies body Enter Caesar Agrippa Dollabella Menas with his Counsell of Warre Caesar Go to him Dollabella bid him yeeld Being so frustrate tell him He mockes the pawses that he makes Dol. Caesar I shall Enter Decretas with the sword of Anthony Caes Wherefore is that And what art thou that dar'st Appeare thus to vs Dec. I am call'd Decretas Marke Anthony I seru'd who best was worthie Best to be seru'd whil'st he stood vp and spoke He was my Master and I wore my life To spend vpon his haters If thou please To take me to thee as I was to him I le be to Caesar it y u pleasest not I yeild thee vp my life Caesar What is' t thou say'st Dec. I say Oh Caesar Anthony is dead Caesar The breaking of so great a thing should make A greater cracke The round World Should haue shooke Lyons into ciuill streets And Cittizens to their dennes The death of Anthony Is not a single doome in the name lay A moity of the world Dec. He is dead Caesar Not by a publike minister of Iustice Nor by a hyred Knife but that selfe-hand Which writ his Honor in the Acts it did Hath with the Courage which the heart did lend it Splitted the heart This is his Sword I robb'd his wound of it behold it stain'd With his most Noble blood Caes Looke you sad Friends The Gods rebuke me but it is Tydings To wash the eyes of Kings Dol. And strange it is That Nature must compell vs to lament Our most persisted deeds Mec. His taints and Honours wag'd equal with him Dola A Rarer spirit neuer Did steere humanity but you Gods will giue vs Some faults to make vs men Caesar is touch'd Mec. When such a spacious Mirror 's set before him He needes must see him selfe Caesar Oh Anthony I haue followed thee to this but we do launch Diseases in our Bodies I must perforce Haue shewne to thee such a declining day Or looke on thine we could not stall together In the whole world But yet let me lament With teares as Soueraigne as the blood of hearts That thou my Brother my Competitor In top of all designe my Mate in Empire Friend and Companion in the front of Warre The Arme of mine owne Body and the Heart Where mine his thoughts did kindle that our Starres Vnreconciliable should diuide our equalnesse to this Heare me good Friends But I will tell you at some meeter Season The businesse of this man lookes out of him Wee 'l heare him what he sayes Enter an Aegyptian Whence are you Aegyp A poore Egyptian yet the Queen my mistris Confin'd in all she has her Monument Of thy intents desires instruction That she preparedly may frame her selfe To ' th' way shee 's forc'd too Caesar Bid her haue good heart She soone shall know of vs by some of ours How honourable and how kindely Wee Determine for her For Caesar cannot leaue to be vngentle Aegypt So the Gods preserue thee Exit Caes Come hither Proculeius Go and say We purpose her no shame giue her what comforts The quality of her passion shall require Least in her greatnesse by some mortall stroke She do defeate vs. For her life in Rome Would be eternall in our Triumph Go And with your speediest bring vs what she sayes And how you finde of her Pro. Caesar I shall Exit Proculeius Caes Gallus go you along where 's Dolabella to second Proculeius All. Dolabella Caes Let him alone for I remember now How hee 's imployd he shall in time be ready Go with
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
and Girles all must As Chimney-Sweepers come to dust Arui Feare no more the frowne o' th' Great Thou art past the Tirants stroake Care no more to cloath and eate To thee the Reede is as the Oake The Scepter Learning Physicke must All follow this and come to dust Guid. Feare no more the Lightning flash Arui Nor th' all-dreaded Thunderstone Gui. Feare not Slander Censure rash Arui Thou hast finish'd Ioy and mâne Both. All Louers young all Louers must Consigne to thee and come to dust Guid. No Exorcisâr harme thee Arui Nor no witch-craft charme thee Guid. Ghost vnlaid forbeare thee Arui Nothing ill come neere thee Both. Quiet consumation haue And renowned be thy graue Enter Belarius with the body of Cloten Gui. We haue done our obsequies Come lay him downe Bel. Heere 's a few Flowres but 'bout midnight more The hearbes that haue on them cold dew o' th' night Are strewings fir'st for Graues vpon their Faces You were as Flowres now wither'd euen so These Herbelets shall which we vpon you strew Come on away apart vpon our knees The ground that gaue them first ha's them againe Their pleasures here are past so are their paine Exeunt Imogen awakes Yes Sir to Milford-Hauen which is the way I thanke you by yond bush pray how farre thether ' Ods pittikins can it be sixe mile yet I haue gone all night 'Faith I le lye downe and sleepe But soft no Bedfellow Oh Gods and Goddesses These Flowres are like the pleasures of the World This bloody man the care on 't I hope I dreame For so I thought I was a Caue-keeper And Cooke to honest Creatures But 't is not so 'T was but a bolt of nothing shot at nothing Which the Braine makes of Fumes Our very eyes Are sometimes like our Iudgements blinde Good faith I tremble still with feare but if there be Yet left in Heauen as small a drop of pittie As a Wrens eye fear'd Gods a part of it The Dreame 's heere still euen when I wake it is Without me as within me not imagin'd felt A headlesse man The Garments of Posthumus I know the shape of 's Legge this is his Hand His Foote Mercuriall his martiall Thigh The brawnes of Hercules but his Iouiall face Murther in heauen How 't is gone Pisanio All Curses madded Hecuba gaue the Greekes All mine to boot be darted on thee thou Conspir'd with that Irregulous diuell Cloten Hath heere cut off my Lord. To write and read Be henceforth treacherous Damn'd Pisanio Hath with his forged Letters damn'd Pisanio From this most brauest vessell of the world Strooke the maine top Oh Posthumus alas Where is thy head where 's that Aye me where 's that Pisanio might haue kill'd thee at the heart And left this head on How should this be Pisanio 'T is he and Cloten Malice and Lucre in them Haue laid this Woe heere Oh 't is pregnant pregnant The Drugge he gaue me which hee said was precious And Cordiall to me haue I not found it Murd'rous to ' th' Senses That confirmes it home This is Pisanio's deede and Cloten Oh! Giue colour to my pale cheeke with thy blood That we the horrider may seeme to those Which chance to finde vs. Oh my Lord my Lord Enter Lucius Captaines and a Soothsayer Cap. To them the Legions garrison'd in Gallia After your will haue crost the Sea attending You heere at Milford-Hauen with your Shippes They are heere in readinesse Luc. But what from Rome Cap The Senate hath stirr'd vp the Confiners And Gentlemen of Italy most willing Spirits That promise Noble Seruice and they come Vnder the Conduct of bold Iachimo Syenna's Brother Luc. When expect you them Cap. With the next benefit o' th' winde Luc. This forwardnesse Makes our hopes faire Command our present numbers Be muster'd bid the Captaines looke too 't Now Sir What haue you dream'd of late of this warres purpose Sooth. Last night the very Gods shew'd me a vision I fast and pray'd for their Intelligence thus I saw Ioues Bird the Roman Eagle wing'd From the spungy South to this part of the West There vanish'd in the Sun-beames which portends Vnlesse my sinnes abuse my Diuination Successe to th' Roman hoast Luc. Dreame often so And neuer false Soft hoa what truncke is heere Without his top The ruine speakes that sometime It was a worthy building How a Page Or dead or sleeping on him But dead rather For Nature doth abhorre to make his bed With the defunct or sleepe vpon the dead Let 's see the Boyes face Cap. Hee 's aliue my Lord. Luc. Hee 'l then instruct vs of this body Young one Informe vs of thy Fortunes for it seemes They craue to be demanded who is this Thou mak'st thy bloody Pillow Or who was he That otherwise then noble Nature did Hath alter'd that good Picture What 's thy interest In this sad wracke How came't Who is' t What art thou Imo. I am nothing or if not Nothing to be were better This was my Master A very valiant Britaine and a good That heere by Mountaineers lyes slaine Alas There is no more such Masters I may wander From East to Occident cry out for Seruice Try many all good serue truly neuer Finde such another Master Luc. ' Lacke good youth Thou mou'st no lesse with thy complaining then Thy Maister in bleeding say his name good Friend Imo. Richard du Champ If I do lye and do No harme by it though the Gods heare I hope They 'l pardon it Say you Sir Luc. Thy name Imo. Fidele Sir Luc. Thou doo'st approue thy selfe the very same Thy Name well sits thy Faith thy Faith thy Name Wilt take thy chance with me I will not say Thou shalt be so well master'd but be sure No lesse belou'd The Romane Emperors Letters Sent by a Consull to me should not sooner Then thine owne worth preferre thee Go with me Imo. I le follow Sir But first and 't please the Gods I le hide my Master from the Flies as deepe As these poore Pickaxes can digge and when With wild wood-leaues weeds I ha' strew'd his graue And on it said a Century of prayers Such as I can twice o're I le weepe and sighe And leauing so his seruice follow you So please you entertaine mee Luc. I good youth And rather Father thee then Master thee My Friends The Boy hath taught vs manly duties Let vs Finde out the prettiest Dazied-Plot we can And make him with our Pikes and Partizans A Graue Come Athie him Boy hee 's preferr'd By thee to vs and he shall be interr'd As Souldiers can Be cheerefull wipe thine eyes Some Falles are meanes the happier to arise Exeunt Scena Tertia Enter Cymbeline Lords and Pisanio Cym. Againe and bring me word how 't is with her A Feauour with the absence of her Sonne A madnesse of which her life 's in danger Heauens How deeply you at once do touch me Imogen The great part of my
Clo. Byrlady sir and some dogs will catch well An. Most certaine Let our Catch be Thou Knaue Clo. Hold thy peace thou Knaue knight I shall be constrain'd in 't to call thee knaue Knight An. 'T is not the first time I haue constrained one to call me knaue Begin foole it begins Hold thy peace Clo. I shall neuer begin if I hold my peace An. Good ifaith Come begin Catch sung Enter Maria. Mar. What a catterwalling doe you keepe heere If my Ladie haue not call'd vp her Steward Maluolio and bid him turne you out of doores neuer trust me To My Lady 's a Catayan we are politicians Maluolios a Peg-a-ramsie and Three merry men be wee Am not I consanguinious Am I not of her blood tilly vally Ladie There dwelt a man in Babylon Lady Lady Clo. Beshrew me the knights in admirable fooling An. I he do's well enough if he be dispos'd and so do I too he does it with a better grace but I do it more naturall To. O the twelfe day of December Mar. For the loue o' God peace Enter Maluolio Mal. My masters are you mad Or what are you Haue you no wit manners nor honestie but to gabble like Tinkers at this time of night Do yee make an Ale-house of my Ladies house that ye squeak out your Coziers Catches without any mitigation or remorse of voice Is there no respect of place persons nor time in you To. We did keepe time sir in our Catches Snecke vp Mal. Sir Toby I must be round with you My Lady bad me tell you that though she harbors you as her kinsman she 's nothing ally'd to your disorders If you can separate your selfe and your misdemeanors you are welcome to the house if not and it would please you to take leaue of her she is very willing to bid you farewell To. Farewell deere heart since I must needs be gone Mar. Nay good Sir Toby Clo. His eyes do shew his dayes are almost done Mal. Is' t euen so To. But I will neuer dye Clo. Sir Toby there you lye Mal. This is much credit to you To. Shall I bid him go Clo. What and if you do To. Shall I bid him go and spare not Clo. O no no no no you dare not To. Out o' tune sir ye lye Art any more then a Steward Dost thou thinke because thou art vertuous there shall be no more Cakes and Ale Clo. Yes by S. Anne and Ginger shall bee hotte y' th mouth too To. Th' art i' th right Goe sir rub your Chaine with crums A stope of Wine Maria. Mal. Mistris Mary if you priz'd my Ladies sauour at any thing more then contempt you would not giue meanes for this vnciuill rule the shall know of it by this hand Exit Mar. Go shake your eares An. 'T were as good a deede as to drink when a man 's a hungrie to challenge him the field and then to breake promise with him and make a foole of him To. Doo 't knight I le write thee a Challenge or I le deliuer thy indignation to him by word of mouth Mar. Sweet Sir Toby be patient for to night Since the youth of the Counts was to day with my Lady she is much out of quiet For Monsieur Maluolio let me alone with him If I do not gull him into an ayword and make him a common recreation do not thinke I haue witte enough to lye straight in my bed I know I can do it To. Possesse vs possesse vs tell vs something of him Mar. Marrie sir sometimes he is a kinde of Puritane An. O if I thought that I de beate him like a dogge To. What for being a Puritan thy exquisite reason deere knight An. I haue no exquisite reason for 't but I haue reason good enough Mar. The diu'll a Puritane that hee is or any thing constantly but a time-pleaser an affection'd Asse that cons State without booke and vtters it by great swarths The best perswaded of himselfe so cram'd as he thinkes with excellencies that it is his grounds of faith that all that looke on him loue him and on that vice in him will my reuenge finde notable cause to worke To. What wilt thou do Mar. I will drop in his way some obscure Epistles of loue wherein by the colour of his beard the shape of his legge the manner of his gate the expressure of his eye forehead and complection he shall finde himselfe most feelingly personated I can write very like my Ladie your Neece on a forgotten matter wee can hardly make distinction of our hands To. Excellent I smell a deuice An. I hau 't in my nose too To. He shall thinke by the Letters that thou wilt drop that they come from my Neece and that shee 's in loue with him Mar. My purpose is indeed a horse of that colour An. And your horse now would make him an Asse Mar. Asse I doubt not An. O t will be admirable Mar. Sport royall I warrant you I know my Physicke will worke with him I will plant you two and let the Foole make a third where he shall finde the Letter obserue his construction of it For this night to bed and dreame on the euent Farewell Exit To. Good night Penthisilea An. Before me she 's a good wench To. She 's a beagle true bred and one that adores me what o' that An. I was ador'd once too To. Let 's to bed knight Thou hadst neede send for more money An. If I cannot recouer your Neece I am a foule way out To. Send for money knight if thou hast her not i' th end call me Cut. An. If I do not neuer trust me take it how you will To. Come come I le go burne some Sacke t is too late to go to bed now Come knight come knight Exeunt Scena Quarta Enter Duke Viola Curio and others Du. Giue me some Musick Now good morow frends Now good Cesario but that peece of song That old and Anticke song we heard last night Me thought it did releeue my passion much More then light ayres and recollected termes Of these most briske and giddy-paced times Come but one verse Cur. He is not heere so please your Lordshippe that should sing it Du. Who was it Cur. Festâ the lester my Lord a foole that the Ladie Oliuiaes Father tooke much delight in He is about the house Du. Seeke him out and play the tune the while Musicke playes Come hither Boy if euer thou shalt loue In the sweet pangs of it remember me For such as I am all true Louers are Vnstaid and skittish in all motions else Saue in the constant image of the creature That is belou'd How dost thou like this tune Vio. It giues a verie eccho to the seate Where loue is thronâd Du. Thou dost speake masterly My life vpon 't yong though thou art thine eye Hath staid vpon some fauour that it loues Hath it not boy Vio. A little by your fauour Du. What kinde
cap then to wait at my heeles I was neuer mann'd with an Agot till now but I will sette you neyther in Gold nor Siluer but in vilde apparell and send you backe againe to your Master for a Iewell The Iuuenall the Prince your Master whose Chin is not yet fledg'd I will sooner haue a beard grow in the Palme of my hand then he shall get one on his cheeke yet he will not sticke to say his Face is a Face-Royall Heauen may finish it when he will it is not a haire amisse yet he may keepe it still at a Face-Royall for a Barber shall neuer earne six pence out of it and yet he will be crowing as if he had writ man euer since his Father was a Batchellour He may keepe his owne Grace but he is almost out of mine I can assure him What said M. Dombledon about the Satten for my short Cloake and Slops Pag. He said sir you should procure him better Assurance then Bardolfe he wold not take his Bond yours he lik'd not the Security Fal. Let him bee damn'd like the Glutton may his Tongue be hotter a horson Achitophel a Rascally-yea-forsooth-knaue to beare a Gentleman in hand and then stand vpon Security The horson smooth-pates doe now weare nothing but high shoes and bunches of Keyes at their girdles and if a man is through with them in honest Taking-vp then they must stand vpon Securitie I had as liefe they would put Rats-bane in my mouth as offer to stoppe it with Security I look'd hee should haue sent me two and twenty yards of Satten as I am true Knight and he sends me Security Well he may sleep in Security for he hath the horne of Abundance and the lightnesse of his Wife shines through it and yet cannot he see though he haue his owne Lanthorne to light him Where 's Bardolfe Pag. He 's gone into Smithfield to buy your worship a horse Fal. I bought him in Paules and hee 'l buy mee a horse in Smithfield If I could get mee a wife in the Stewes I were Mann'd Hors'd and Wiu'd Enter Chiefe Iustice and Seruant Pag. Sir heere comes the Nobleman that committed the Prince for striking him about Bardolfe Fal. Wait close I will not see him Ch. Iust What 's he that goes there Ser. Falstaffe and 't please your Lordship Iust He that was in question for the Robbery Ser. He my Lord but he hath since done good seruice at Shrewsbury and as I heare is now going with some Charge to the Lord Iohn of Lancaster Iust. What to Yorke Call him backe againe Ser. Sir Iohn Falstaffe Fal. Boy tell him I am deafe Pag. You must speake lowder my Master is deafe Iust I am sure he is to the hearing of any thing good Go plucke him by the Elbow I must speake with him Ser. Sir Iohn Fal. What a yong knaue and beg Is there not wars Is there not imployment Doth not the K. lack subiects Do not the Rebels want Soldiers Though it be a shame to be on any side but one it is worse shame to begge then to be on the worst side were it worse then the name of Rebellion can tell how to make it Ser. You mistake me Sir Fal. Why sir Did I say you were an honest man Setting my Knight-hood and my Souldiership aside I had lyed in my throat if I had said so Ser. I pray you Sir then set your Knighthood and your Souldier-ship aside and giue mee leaue to tell you you lye in your throat if you say I am any other then an honest man Fal. I giue thee leaue to tell me so I lay a-side that which growes to me If thou get'st any leaue of me hang me if thou tak'st leaue thou wer't better be hang'd you Hunt-counter hence Auant Ser. Sir my Lord would speake with you Iust Sir Iohn Falstaffe a word with you Fal. My good Lord giue your Lordship good time of the day I am glad to see your Lordship abroad I heard say your Lordship was sicke I hope your Lordship goes abroad by aduise Your Lordship though not clean past your youth hath yet some smack of age in you some rellish of the saltnesse of Time and I most humbly beseech your Lordship to haue a reuerend care of your health Iust Sir Iohn I sent you before your Expedition to Shrewsburie Fal. If it please your Lordship I heare his Maiestie is return'd with some discomfort from Wales Iust I talke not of his Maiesty you would not come when I sent for you Fal. And I heare moreouer his Highnesse is falne into this same whorson Apoplexie Iust Well heauen mend him I pray let me speak with you Fal. This Apoplexie is as I take it a kind of Lethargie a sleeping of the blood a horson Tingling Iust What tell you me of it be it as it is Fal. It hath it originall from much greefe from study and perturbation of the braine I haue read the cause of his effects in Galen It is a kinde of deafenesse Iust I thinke you are falne into the disease For you heare not what I say to you Fal. Very well my Lord very well rather an 't please you it is the disease of not Listning the malady of not Marking that I am troubled withall Iust To punish you by the heeles would amend the attention of your eares I care not if I be your Physitian Fal. I am as poore as Iob my Lord but not so Patient your Lordship may minister the Potion of imprisonment to me in respect of Pouertie but how I should bee your Patient to follow your prescriptions the wise may make some dram of a scruple or indeede a scruple it selfe Iust I sent for you when there were matters against you for your life to come speake with me Fal. As I was then aduised by my learned Councel in the lawes of this Land-seruice I did not come Iust Wel the truth is sir Iohn you liue in great infamy Fal. He that buckles him in my belt caÌnot liue in lesse Iust Your Meanes is very slender and your wast great Fal. I would it were otherwise I would my Meanes were greater and my waste slenderer Iust You haue misled the youthfull Prince Fal. The yong Prince hath misled mee I am the Fellow with the great belly and he my Dogge Iust Well I am loth to gall a new-heal'd wound your daies seruice at Shrewsbury hath a little gilded ouer your Nights exploit on Gads-hill You may thanke the vnquiet time for your quiet o're-posting that Action Fal. My Lord Iust But since all is wel keep it so wake not a sleeping Wolfe Fal. To wake a Wolfe is as bad as to smell a Fox Iu. What you are as a candle the better part burnt out Fal. A Wassell-Candle my Lord all Tallow if I did say of wax my growth would approue the truth Iust There is not a white haire on your face but shold haue his effect of grauity Fal. His effect of
a strutting Player whose conceit Lies in his Ham-string and doth thinke it rich To heare the woodden Dialogue and sound 'Twixt his stretcht footing and the Scaffolage Such to be pittied and ore-rested seeming He acts thy Greatnesse in and when he speakes 'T is like a Chime a mending With tearmes vnsquar'd Which from the tongue of roaring Typhon dropt Would seemes Hyperboles At this fusty stuffe The large Achilles on his prest-bed lolling From his deepe Chest laughes out a lowd applause Cries excellent 't is Agamemnon iust Now play me Nestor hum and stroke thy Beard As he being drest to some Oration That 's done as neere as the extreamest ends Of paralels as like as Vulcan and his wife Yet god Achilles still cries excellent 'T is Nestor right Now play him me Patroclus Arming to answer in a night-Alarme And then forsooth the faint defects of Age Must be the Scene of myrth to cough and spit And with a palsie fumbling on his Gorget Shake in and out the Riuet and at this sport Sir Valour dies cries O enough Patroclus Or giue me ribs of Steele I shall split all In pleasure of my Spleene And in this fashion All our abilities gifts natures shapes Seuerals and generals of grace exact Atchieuments plots orders preuentions Excitements to the field or speech for truce Successe or losse what is or is not serues As stuffe for these two to make paradoxes Nest And in the imitation of these twaine Who as Vlysses sayes Opinion crownes With an Imperiall voyce many are infect Aiax is growne selfe-will'd and beares his head In such a reyne in full as proud a place As broad Achilles and keepes his Tent like him Makes factious Feasts railes on our state of Warre Bold as an Oracle and sets Thersites A slaue whose Gall coines slanders like a Mint To match vs in comparisons with durt To weaken and discredit our exposure How ranke soeuer rounded in with danger Vlys They taxe our policy and call it Cowardice Count Wisedome as no member of the Warre Fore-stall prescience and esteeme no acte But that of hand The still and mentall parts That do contriue how many hands shall strike When fitnesse call them on and know by measure Of their obseruant toyle the Enemies waight Why this hath not a singers dignity They call this Bed-worke Mapp'ry Closset-Warre So that the Ramme that batters downe the wall For the great swing and rudenesse of his poize They place before his hand that made the Engine Or those that with the finenesse of their soules By Reason guide his execution Nest Let this be granted and Achilles horse Makes many Thetis sonnes Tucket Aga. What Trumpet Looke Menelaus Men. From Troy Enter Aeneas Aga. What would you 'fore our Tent Aene. Is this great Agamemnons Tent I pray you Aga. Euen this Aene. May one that is a Herald and a Prince Do a faire message to his Kingly eares Aga. With surety stronger then Achilles arme 'Fore all the Greekish heads which with one voyce Call Agamemnon Head and Generall Aene. Faire leaue and large security How may A stranger to those most Imperial lookes Know them from eyes of other Mortals Aga. How Aene. I I aske that I might waken reuerence And on the cheeke be ready with a blush Modest as morning when she coldly eyes The youthfull Phoebus Which is that God in office guiding men Which is the high and mighty Agamemnon Aga. This Troyan scornes vs or the men of Troy Are ceremonious Courtiers Aene. Courtiers as free as debonnaire vnarm'd As bending Angels that 's their Fame in peace But when they would seeme Souldiers they haue galles Good armes strong ioynts true swords Ioues accord Nothing so full of heart But peace Aeneas Peace Troyan lay thy finger on thy lips The worthinesse of praise distaines his worth If that he prais'd himselfe bring the praise forth But what the repining enemy commends That breath Fame blowes that praise sole pure transceÌds Aga. Sir you of Troy call you your selfe Aeneas Aene. I Greeke that is my name Aga. What 's your affayre I pray you Aene. Sir pardon 't is for Agamemnons cares Aga. He heares nought priuatly That comes from Troy Aene. Nor I from Troy come not to whisper him I bring a Trumpet to awake his eare To set his sence on the attentiue bent And then to speake Aga. Speake frankely as the winde It is not Agamemnons sleeping houre That thou shalt know Troyan he is awake He tels thee so himselfe Aene. Trumpet blow loud Send thy Brasse voyce through all these lazie Tents And euery Greeke of mettle let him know What Troy meanes fairely shall be spoke alowd The Trumpets sound We haue great Agamemnon heere in Troy A Prince calld Hector Priam is his Father Who in this dull and long-continew'd Truce Is rusty growne He bad me take a Trumpet And to this purpose speake Kings Princes Lords If there be one among'st the fayr'st of Greece That holds his Honor higher then his ease That seekes his praise more then he feares his perill That knowes his Valour and knowes not his feare That loues his Mistris more then in confession With truant vowes to her owne lips he loues And dare a vow her Beauty and her Worth In other armes then hers to him this Challenge Hector in view of Troyans and of Greekes Shall make it good or do his best to do it He hath a Lady wiser fairer truer Then euer Greeke did compasse in his armes And will to morrow with his Trumpet call Midway betweene your Tents and walles of Troy To rowze a Grecian that is true in loue If any come Hector shal honour him If none hee 'l say in Troy when he retyres The Grecian Dames are sun-burnt and not worth The splinter of a Lance Euen so much Aga. This shall be told our Louers Lord Aeneas If none of them haue soule in such a kinde We left them all at home But we are Souldiers And may that Souldier a meere recreant proue That meanes not hath not or is not in loue If then one is or hath or meanes to be That one meets Hector if none else I le be he Nest Tell him of Nestor one that was a man When Hectors Grandsire suckt he is old now But if there be not in our Grecian mould One Noble man that hath one sparkâ of fire To answer for his Loue tell him from me I le hide my Siluer beard in a Gold Beauer And in my Vantbrace put this wither'd brawne And meeting him wil tell him that my Lady Was fayrer then his Grandame and as chaste As may be in the world his youth in flood I le pawne this truth with my three drops of blood Aene. Now heauens forbid such scarsitie of youth Vlys Amen Aga. Faire Lord Aeneas Let me touch your hand To our Pauillion shal I leade you first Achilles shall haue word of this intent So shall each Lord of Greece from Tent to Tent Your selfe shall
Feast with vs before you goe And finde the welcome of a Noble Foe Exeunt Manet Vlysses and Nestor Vlys Nestor Nest What sayes Vlysses Vlys I haue a young conception in my braine Be you my time to bring it to some shape Nest What is' t Vlysses This 't is Blunt wedges riue hard knots the seeded Pride That hath to this maturity blowne vp In ranke Achilles must or now be cropt Or shedding breed a Nursery of like euil To ouer-bulke vs all Nest Wel and how Vlys This challenge that the gallant Hector sends How euer it is spred in general name Relates in purpose onely to Achilles Nest The purpose is perspicuous euen as substance Whose grossenesse little charracters summe vp And in the publication make no straine But that Achilles were his braine as barren As bankes of Lybia though Apollo knowes 'T is dry enough wil with great speede of iudgement I with celerity finde Hectors purpose Pointing on him Vlys And wake him to the answer thinke you Nest Yes 't is most meet who may you else oppose That can from Hector bring his Honor off If not Achilles though 't be a sportfull Combate Yet in this triall much opinion dwels For heere the Troyans taste our deer'st repute With their fin'st Pallate and trust to me Vlysses Our imputation shall be oddely poiz'd In this wilde action For the successe Although particular shall giue a scantling Of good or bad vnto the Generall And in such Indexes although small prickes To their subsequent Volumes there is seene The baby figure of the Gyant-masse Of things to come at large It is suppos'd He that meets Hector issues from our choyse And choise being mutuall acte of all our soules Makes Merit her election and doth boyle As 't were from forth vs all a man distill'd Out of our Vertues who miscarrying What heart from hence receyues the conqu'ring part To steele a strong opinion to themselues Which entertain'd Limbes are in his instruments In no lesse working then are Swords and Bowes Directiue by the Limbes Vlys Giue pardon to my speech Therefore 't is meet Achilles meet not Hector Let vs like Merchants shew our fowlest Wares And thinke perchance they 'l sell If not The luster of the better yet to shew Shall shew the better Do not consent That euer Hector and Achilles meete For both our Honour and our Shame in this Are dogg'd with two strange Followers Nest I see them not with my old eies what are they Vlys What glory our Achilles shares from Hector Were he not proud we all should weare with him But he already is too insolent And we were better parch in Affricke Sunne Then in the pride and salt scorne of his eyes Should he scape Hector faire If he were foyld Why then we did our maine opinion crush In taint of our best man No make a Lott'ry And by deuice let blockish Aiax draw The sort to sight with Hector Among our selues Giue him allowance as the worthier man For that will physicke the great Myrmidon Who broyles in lowd applause and make him fall His Crest that prouder then blew Iris bends If the dull brainlesse Aiax come safe off Wee 'l dresse him vp in voyces if he faile Yet go we vnder our opinion still That we haue better men But hit or misse Our proiects life this shape of sence assumes Aiax imploy'd pluckes downe Achilles Plumes Nest Now Vlysses I begin to rellish thy aduice And I wil giue a taste of it forthwith To Agamemnon go we to him straight Two Curres shal tame each other Pride alone Must tarre the Mastiffes on as 't were their bone Exeunt Enter Aiax and Thersites Aia. Thersites Ther. Agamemnon how if he had Biles ful all ouer generally Aia. Thersites Ther. And those Byles did runne say so did not the General run were not that a botchy core Aia. Dogge Ther. Then there would come some matter from him I see none now Aia. Thou Bitch-Wolfes-Sonne canst y u not heare Feele then Strikes him Ther. The plague of Greece vpon thee thou Mungrel beefe-witted Lord. Aia. Speake then you whinid'st leauen speake I will beate thee into handsomnesse Ther. I shal sooner rayle thee into wit and holinesse but I thinke thy Horse wil sooner con an Oration then y u learn a prayer without booke Thou canst strike canst thou A red Murren o' th thy Iades trickes Aia. Toads stoole learne me the Proclamation Ther. Doest thou thinke I haue no sence thou strik'st me thus Aia. The Proclamation Ther. Thou art proclaim'd a foole I thinke Aia. Do not Porpentine do not my fingers itch Ther. I would thou didst itch from head to foot and I had the scratching of thee I would make thee the lothsom'st scab in Greece Aia. I say the Proclamation Ther. Thou grumblest railest euery houre on Achilles and thou art as ful of enuy at his greatnes as Cerberus is at Proserpina's beauty I that thou barkst at him Aia. Mistresse Thersites Ther. Thou should'st strike him Aia. Coblofe Ther. He would pun thee into shiuers with his fist as a Sailor breakes a bisket Aia. You horson Curre Ther. Do do Aia. Thou stoole for a Witch Ther. I do do thou sodden-witted Lord thou hast no more braine then I haue in mine elbows An Asinico may tutor thee Thou scuruy valiant Asse thou art heere but to thresh Troyans and thou art bought and solde among those of any wit like a Barbarian slaue If thou vse to beat me I wil begin at thy heele and tel what thou art by inches thou thing of no bowels thou Aia. You dogge Ther. You scuruy Lord. Aia. You Curre Ther. Mars his Ideot do rudenes do Camell do do Enter Achilles and Patroclus Achil. Why how now Aiax wherefore do you this How now Thersites what 's the matter man Ther. You see him there do you Achil. I what 's the matter Ther. Nay looke vpon him Achil. So I do what 's the matter Ther. Nay but regard him well Achil. Well why I do so Ther. But yet you looke not well vpon him for who some euer you take him to be he is Aiax Achil. I know that foole Ther. I but that foole knowes not himselfe Aiax Therefore I beare thee Ther. Lo lo lo lo what modicums of wit he vtters his euasions haue eares thus long I haue bobb'd his Braine more then he has beate my bones I will buy nine Sparrowes for a peny and his Piamater is not worth the ninth part of a Sparrow This Lord Achilles Aiax who wears his wit in his belly and his guttes in his head I le tell you what I say of him Achil. What Ther. I say this Aiax Achil. Nay good Aiax Ther. Has not so much wit Achil. Nay I must hold you Ther. As will stop the eye of Helens Needle for whom he comes to fight Achil. Peace foole Ther. I would haue peace and quietnes but the foole will not He there that he looke you there Aiax O
other Watchmen Do heare what we do 2 How now Maisters Speak together Omnes How now how now do you heare this 1 I is' t not strange 3 Do you heare Masters Do you heare 1 Follow the noyse so farre as we haue quarter Let 's see how it will giue off Omnes Content 'T is strange Exeunt Enter Anthony and Cleopatra with others Ant. Eros mine Armour Eros Cleo. Sleepe a little Ant. No my Chucke Eros come mine Armor Eros Enter Eros Come good Fellow put thine Iron on If Fortune be not ours to day it is Because we braue her Come Cleo. Nay I le helpe too Anthony What 's this for Ah let be let be thou art The Armourer of my heart False false This this Sooth-law I le helpe Thus it must bee Ant. Well well we shall thriue now Seest thou my good Fellow Go put on thy defences Eros Briefely Sir Cleo. Is not this buckled well Ant. Rarely rarely He that vnbuckleâ this till we do please To daft for our Repose shall heare a storme Thou fumblest Eros and my Queenes a Squire More tight at this then thou Dispatch O Loue That thou couldst see my Warres to day and knew'st The Royall Occupation thou should'st see A Workeman in 't Enter an Armed Soldier Good morrow to thee welcome Thou look'st like him that knowes a warlike Charge To businesse that we loue we rise betime And go too 't with delight Soul A thousand Sir early though 't be haue on their Riueted trim and at the Port expect you Showt Trumpets Flourish Enter Captaines and Souldiers Alex. The Morne is faire Good morrow Generall All. Good morrow Generall Ant. 'T is well blowne Lads This Morning like the spirit of a youth That meanes to be of note begins betimes So so Come giue me that this way well-sed Fare thee well Dame what ere becomes of me This is a Soldiers kisse rebukeable And worthy shamefull checke it were to stand On more Mechanicke Complement I le leaue thee Now like a man of Steele you that will fight Follow me close I le bring you too 't Adieu Exeunt Char. Please you retyre to your Chamber Cleo. Lead me He goes forth gallantly That he and Caesar might Determine this great Warre in single fight Then Anthony but now Well on Exeunt Trumpets sound Enter Anthony and Eros Eros The Gods make this a happy day to Anthony Ant. Would thou those thy scars had once preuaild To make me fight at Land Eros Had st thou done so The Kings that haue reuolted and the Soldier That has this morning left thee would haue still Followed thy heeles Ant. Whos 's gone this morning Eros Who one euer neere thee call for Enobarbus He shall not heare thee or from Caesars Campe Say I am none of thine Ant. What sayest thou Sold. Sir he is with Caesar Eros Sir his Chests and Treasure he has not with him Ant. Is he gone Sol. Most certaine Ant. Go Eros send his Treasure after do it Detaine no iot I charge thee write to him I will subscribe gentle adieu's and greetings Say that I wish he neuer finde more cause To change a Master Oh my Fortunes haue Corrupted honest men Dispatch Enobarbus Exit Flourish Enter Agrippa Caesar with Enobarbus and Dollabella Caes Go forth Agrippa and begin the fight Our will is Anthony âe tooke aliue Make it so knowne Agrip. Caesar I shall Caesar The time of vniuersall peace is neere Proue this a prosp'rous day the three âook'd world Shall beare the Oliue freely Enter a Messenger Mes Anthony is come into the Field Caes Go charge Agrippa Plant those that haue reuolted in the Vant That Anthony may seeme to spend his Fury Vpon himselfe Exeunt Enob. Alexas did reuolt and went to Iewrij on Affaires of Anthony there did disswade Great Herod to incline himselfe to Caesar And leaue his Master Anthony For this paines Caesar hath hang'd him Camindius and the rest That fell away haue entertainment but No honourable trust I haue done ill Of which I do accuse my selfe so forely That I will ioy no more Enter a Soldier of Caesars Sol. Enobarbus Anthony Hath after thee sent all thy Treasure with His Bounty ouer-plus The Messenger Came on my guard and at thy Tent is now Vnloading of his Mules Eno. I giue it you Sol. Mocke not Enobarbus I tell you true Best you saf't the bringer Out of the hoast I must attend mine Office Or would haue done 't my selfe Your Emperor Continues still a Ioue Exit Enob. I am alone the Villaine of the earth And feele I am so most Oh Anthony Thou Mine of Bounty how would'st thou haue payed My better seruice when my turpitude Thou dost so Crowne with Gold This blowes my hart If swift thought breake it not a swifter meane Shall out-strike thought but thought will doo 't I feele I fight against thee No I will go seeke Some Ditâh wherein to dye the foul'st best fits My latter part of life Exit Alarum Drummes and Trumpets Enter Agrippa Agrip Retire we haue engag'd our selues too farre Caesar himselfe ha's worke and our oppression Exceeds what we expected Exit Alarums Enter Anthony and Scarrus wounded Scar. O my braue Emperor this is fought indeed Had we done so at first we had drouen them home With clowts about their heads Far off Ant. Thou bleed'st apace Scar. I had a wound heere that was like a T But now 't is made an H. Ant. They do retyre Scar. Wee 'l beat 'em into Bench-holes I haue yet Roome for six scotches more Enter Eros Eros They are beaten Sir and our aduantage serues For a faire victory Scar. Let vs score their backes And snatch 'em vp as we take Hares behinde 'T is sport to maul a Runner Ant. I will reward thee Once for thy sprightly comfort and ten-fold For thy good valour Come thee on Scar. I le halt after Exeunt Alarum Enter Anthony againe in a March Scarrus with others Ant. We haue beate him to his Campe Runne one Before let the Queen know of our guests to morrow Before the Sun shall see 's wee 'l spill the blood That ha's to day escap'd I thanke you all For doughty handed are you and haue fought Not as you seru'd the Cause but as 't had beene Each mans like mine you haue shewne all Hectors Enter the Citty clip your Wiues your Friends Tell them your feats whil'st they with ioyfull teares Wash the congealement from your wounds and kisse The Honour'd-gashes whole Enter Cleopatra Giue me thy hand To this great Faiery I le commend thy acts Make her thankes blesse thee Oh thou day o' th' world Chaine mine arm'd necke leape thou Attyre and all Through proofe of Harnesse to my heart and there Ride on the pants triumphing Cleo. Lord of Lords Oh infinite Vertue comm'st thou smiling from The world 's great snare vncaught Ant. Mine Nightingale We haue beate them to their Beds What Gyrle though gray Do somthing mingle with
our yonger brown yet ha we A Braine that nourishes our Nerues and can Get gole for gole of youth Behold this man Commend vnto his Lippes thy sauouring hand Kisse it my Warriour He hath fought to day As if a God in hate of Mankinde had Destroyed in such a shape Cleo. I le giue thee Friend An Armour all of Gold it was a Kings Ant. He has deseru'd it were it Carbunkled Like holy Phoebus Carre Giue me thy hand Through Alexandria make a iolly March Beare our backt Targets like the men that owe them Had our great Pallace the capacity To Campe this hoast we all would sup together And drinke Carowses to the next dayes Fate Which promises Royall perill Trumpetters With brazen dinne blast you the Citties eare Make mingle with our ratling Tabourines That heauen and earth may strike their sounds together Applauding our approach Exeunt Enter a Centerie and his Company Enobarbus followes Cent. If we be not releeu'd within this houre We must returne to ' th' Court of Guard the night Is shiny and they say we shall embattaile By ' th ' second houre i' th' Morne 1. Watch. This last day was a shrew'd one too 's Enob. Oh beare me witnesse night 2 What man is this 1 Stand close and list him Enob. Be witnesse to me O thou blessed Moone When men reuolted shall vpon Record Beare hatefull memory poore Enobarbus did Before thy face repent Cent. Enobarbus 2 Peace Hearke further Enob. Oh Soueraigne Mistris of true Melancholly The poysonous dampe of night dispunge vpon me That Life a very Rebell to my will May hang no longer on me Throw my heart Against the flint and hardnesse of my fault Which being dried with greefe will breake to powder And finish all foule thoughts Oh Anthony Nobler then my reuolt is Infamous Forgiue me in thine owne particular But let the world ranke me in Register A Master leauer and a fugitiue Oh Anthony Oh Anthony 1 Let 's speake to him Cent. Let 's heare him for the things he speakes May concerne Caesar 2 Let 's do so but he sleepes Cent. Swoonds rather for so bad a Prayer as his Was neuer yet for sleepe 1 Go we to him 2 Awake sir awake speake to vs. 1 Heare you sir Cent. The hand of death hath raught him Drummes afarre off Hearke the Drummes demurely wake the sleepers Let vs beare him to ' th' Court of Guard he is of note Our houre is fully out 2 Come on then he may recouer yet exeunt Enter Anthony and Scarrus with their Army Ant. Their preparation is to day by Sea We please them not by Land Scar. For both my Lord. Ant. I would they 'ld fight i' th' Fire or i' th' Ayre Wee 'ld fight there too But this it is our Foote Vpon the hilles adioyning to the Citty Shall stay with vs. Order for Sea is giuen They haue put forth the Hauen Where their appointment we may best discouer And looke on their endeuour exeunt Enter Caesar and his Army Caes But being charg'd we will be still by Land Which as I tak 't we shall for his best force Is forth to Man his Gallies To the Vales And hold our best aduantage exeunt Alarum afarre off as at a Sea-fight Enter Anthony and Scarrus Ant. Yet they are not ioyn'd Where yon'd Pine does stand I shall discouer all I le bring thee word straight how ' ris like to go exit Scar. Swallowes haue built In Cleopatra's Sailes their nests The Auguries Say they know not they cannot tell looke grimly And dare not speake their knowledge Anthony Is valiant and deiected and by starts His fretted Fortunes giue him hope and feare Of what he has and has not Enter Anthony Ant. All is lost This fowle Egyptian hath betrayed me My Fleete hath yeelded to the Foe and yonder They cast their Caps vp and Carowse together Like Friends long lost Triple-turn'd Whore 't is thou Hast sold me to this Nouice and my heart Makes onely Warres on thee Bid them all flye For when I am reueng'd vpon my Charme I haue done all Bid them all flye be gone Oh Sunne thy vprise shall I see no more Fortune and Anthony part heere euen heere Do we shake hands All come to this The hearts That pannelled me at heeles to whom I gaue Their wishes do dis-Candie melt their sweets On blossoming Caesar And this Pine is barkt That ouer-top'd them all Betray'd I am Oh this false Soule of Egypt this graue Charme Whose eye beck'd forth my Wars cal'd them home Whose Bosome was my Crownet my chiefe end Like a right Gypsie hath at fast and loose Beguil'd me to the very heart of losse What Eros Eros Enter Cleopatra Ah thou Spell Auaunt Cleo. Why is my Lord enrag'd against his Loue Ant. Vanish or I shall giue thee thy deseruing And blemish Caesars Triumph Let him take thee And hoist thee vp to the shouting Plebeians Follow his Chariot like the greatest spot Of all thy Sex Most Monster-like be shewne For poor'st Diminitiues for Dolts and let Patient Octauia plough thy visage vp With her prepared nailes exit Cleopatra 'T is well th' art gone If it be well to liue But better 't were Thou fell'st into my furie for one death Might haue preuented many Eros hoa The shirt of Nessus is vpon me teach me Alcides thou mine Ancestor thy rage Let me lodge Licas on the hornes o' th' Moone And with those hands that graspt the heauiest Club Subdue my worthiest selfe The Witch shall die To the young Roman Boy she hath sold me and I fall Vnder this plot She dyes for 't Eros hoa exit Enter Cleopatra Charmian Iras Mardian Cleo. Helpe me my women Oh hee 's more mad Then Telamon for his Shield the Boare of Thessaly Was neuer so imbost Char. To ' th' Monument there locke your selfe And send him word you are dead The Soule and Body riue not more in parting Then greatnesse going off Cleo. To ' th' Monument Mardian go tell him I haue slaine my selfe Say that the last I spoke was Anthony And word it prythee pitteously Hence Mardian And bring me how he takes my deaâh to ' th' Monument Exeunt Enter Anthony and Eros Ant. Eros thou yet behold'st me Eros I Noble Lord. Ant. Sometime we see a clowd that 's Dragonish A vapour sometime like a Beare or Lyon A toward Cittadell a pendant Rocke A forked Mountaine or blew Promontorie Wâh Trees vpon 't that nodde vnto the world And mocke our eyes with Ayre Thou hast seene these Signes They are blacke Vespers Pageants Eros I my Lord. Ant. That which is now a Horse euen with a thoght the Racke dislimes and makes it indistinct As water is in water Eros It does my Lord. Ant. My good Knaue Eros now thy Captaine is Euen such a body Heere I am Anthony Yet cannot hold this visible shape my Knaue I made these warres for Egypt and the Queene Whose heart I thought I had for she had mine Which