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
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
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
To the Reader This Figure that thou here seest put It was for gentle Shakespeare cut Wherein the Grauer had a strife with Nature to out-doo the life O could he but haue drawne his wit As well in brasse as he hath hit His face the Print would then surpasse All that vvas euer vvrit in brasse But since he cannot Reader looke Not on his Picture but his Booke B.I. M R. WILLIAM SHAKESPEARES COMEDIES HISTORIES TRAGEDIES Published according to the True Originall Copies LONDON Printed by Isaac Iaggard and Ed. Blount 1623. TO THE MOST NOBLE AND INCOMPARABLE PAIRE OF BRETHREN WILLIAM Earle of Pembroke c. Lord Chamberlaine to the Kings most Excellent Maiesty AND PHILIP Earle of Montgomery c. Gentleman of his Maiesties Bed-Chamber Both Knights of the most Noble Order of the Garter and our singular good LORDS Right Honourable WHilst we studie to be thankful in our particular for the many fauors we haue receiued from your L.L we are falne vpon the ill fortune to mingle two the most diuerse things that can bee feare and rashnesse rashnesse in the enterprize and feare of the successe For when we valew the places your H.H. sustaine we cannot but know their dignity greater then to descend to the reading of these trifles and vvhile we name them trifles we haue depriu'd our selues of the defence of our Dedication But since your L.L. haue beene pleas'd to thinke these trifles some-thing heeretofore and haue prosequuted both them and their Authour liuing vvith so much fauour we hope that they out-liuing him and he not hauing the fate common with some to be exequutor to his owne writings you will vse the like indulgence toward them you haue done vnto their parent There is a great difference vvhether any Booke choose his Patrones or finde them This hath done both For so much were your L L. likings of the seuerall parts vvhen they were acted as before they vvere published the Volume ask'd to be yours We haue but collected them and done an office to the dead to procure his Orphanes Guardians vvithout ambition either of selfe-profit or fame onely to keepe the memory of so worthy a Friend Fellow aliue as was our SHAKESPEARE by humble offer of his playes to your most noble patronage Wherein as we haue iustly obserued no man to come neere your L.L. but vvith a kind of religious addresse it hath bin the height of our care vvho are the Presenters to make the present worthy of your H.H. by the perfection But there we must also craue our abilities to be considerd my Lords We cannot go beyond our owne powers Country hands reach foorth milke creame fruites or what they haue and many Nations we haue heard that had not gummes incense obtained their requests with a leauened Cake It vvas no fault to approch their Gods by what meanes they could And the most though meanest of things are made more precious when they are dedicated to Temples In that name therefore we most humbly consecrate to your H.H. these remaines of your seruant Shakespeare that what delight is in them may be euer your L.L. the reputation his the faults ours if any be committed by a payre so carefull to shew their gratitude both to the liuing and the dead as is Your Lordshippes most bounden IOHN HEMINGE HENRY CONDELL To the great Variety of Readers FRom the most able to him that can but spell There you are number'd We had rather you were weighd Especially when the fate of all Bookes depends vpon your capacities and not of your heads alone but of your purses Well! It is now publique you wil stand for your priuiledges wee know to read and censure Do so but buy it first That doth best commend a Booke the Stationer saies Then how odde soeuer your braines be or your wisedomes make your licence the same and spare not Iudge your sixe-pen'orth your shillings worth your fiue shillings worth at a time or higher so you rise to the iust rates and welcome But what euer you do Buy Censure will not driue a Trade or make the Iacke go And though you be a Magistrate of wit and sit on the Stage at Black-Friers or the Cock-pit to arraigne Playes dailie know these Playes haue had their triall alreadie and stood out all Appeales and do now come forth quitted rather by a Decree of Court then any purchas'd Letters of commendation It had bene a thing we confesse worthie to haue bene wished that the Author himselfe had liu'd to haue set forth and ouerseen his owne writings But since it hath bin ordain'd otherwise and he by death departed from that right we pray you do not envie his Friends the office of their care and paine to haue collected publish'd them and so to haue publish'd them as where before you were abuâ'd with diuerse stolne and surreptitious copies maimed and deformed by the frauds and stealthes of iniurious impostors that expos'd them euen those are now offer'd to your view cur'd and perfect of their limbes and all the rest absolute in their numbers as he conceiued theÌ Who as he was a happie imitator of Nature was a most gentle expresser of it His mind and hand went together And what he thought he vttered with that easinesse that wee haue scarse receiued from him a blot in his papers But it is not our prouince who onely gather his works and giue them you to praise him It is yours that reade him And there we hope to your diuers capacities you will finde enough both to draw and hold you for his wit can no more lie hid then it could be lost Reade him therefore and againe and againe And if then you doe not like him surely you are in some manifest danger not to vnderstand him And so we leaue you to other of his Friends whom if you need can bee your guides if you neede them not you can leade your selues and others And such Readers we wish him Iohn Heminge Henrie Condell To the memory of my beloued The AVTHOR MR. VVILLIAM SHAKESPEARE AND what he hath left vs. TO draw no enuy Shakespeare on thy name Am I thus ample to thy Booke and Fame While I confesse thy writings to be such As neither Man nor Muse can praise too much 'T is true and all mens suffrage But these wayes Were not the paths I meant vnto thy praise For seeliest Ignorance on these may light Which when it sounds at best but eccho's right Or blinde Affection which doth ne're aduance The truth but gropes and vrgeth all by chance Or crafty Malice might pretend this praise And thinke to ruine where it seem'd to raise These are as some infamous Baud or Whore Should praise a Matron What could hurt her more But thou art proofe against them and indeed Aboue th' ill fortune of them or the need I therefore will begin Soule of the Age The applause delight the wonder of our Stage My Shakespeare rise I will not lodge
owne hand may strike his honour downe That violates the smallest branch heerein If you are arm'd to doe as sworne to do Subscribe to your deepe oathes and keepe it to Longauill I am resolu'd 't is but a three yeeres fast The minde shall banquet though the body pine Fat paunches haue leane pates and dainty bits Make rich the ribs but bankerout the wits Dumane My louing Lord Dumane is mortified The grosser manner of these worlds delights He throwes vpon the grosse worlds baser slaues To loue to wealth to pompe I pine and die With all these liuing in Philosophie Berowne I can but say their protestation ouer So much deare Liege I haue already sworne That is to liue and study heere three yeeres But there are other strict obseruances As not to see a woman in that terme Which I hope well is not enrolled there And one day in a weeke to touch no foode And but one meale on euery day beside The which I hope is not enrolled there And then to sleepe but three houres in the night And not be seene to winke of all the day When I was wont to thinke no harme all night And make a darke night too of halfe the day Which I hope well is not enrolled there O these are barren taskes too hard to keepe Not to see Ladies study fast not sleepe Ferd. Your oath is past to passe away from these Berow Let me say no my Liedge and if you please I onely swore to study with your grace And stay heere in your Court for three yeeres space Longa. You swore to that Berowne and to the rest Berow By yea and nay sir than I swore in iest What is the end of study let me know Fer. Why that to know which else wee should not know Ber. Things hid bard you meane froÌ coÌmon sense Ferd. I that is studies god-like recompence Bero. Come on then I will sweare to studie so To know the thing I am forbid to know As thus to study where I well may dine When I to fast expressely am forbid Or studie where to meet some Mistresse fine When Mistresses from common sense are hid Or hauing sworne too hard a keeping oath Studie to breake it and not breake my troth If studies gaine be thus and this be so Studie knowes that which yet it doth not know Sweare me to this and I will nere say no. Ferd. These be the stops that hinder studie quite And traine our intellects to vaine delight Ber. Why all delights are vaine and that most vaine Which with paine purchas'd doth inherit paine As painefully to poare vpon a Booke To seeke the light of truth while truth the while Doth falsely blinde the eye-sight of his looke Light seeeking light doth light of light beguile So ere you finde where light in darkenesse lies Your light growes darke by losing of your eyes Studie me how to please the eye indeede By fixing it vpon a fairer eye Who dazling so that eye shall be his heed And giue him light that it was blinded by Studie is like the heauens glorious Sunne That will not be deepe search'd with sawcy lookes Small haue continuall plodders euer wonne Saue base authoritie from others Bookes These earthly Godfathers of heauens lights That giue a name to euery fixed Starre Haue no more profit of their shining nights Then those that walke and wot not what they are Too much to know is to know nought but fame And euery Godfather can giue a name Fer. How well hee 's read to reason against reading Dum. Proceeded well to stop all good proceeding Lon. Hee weedes the corne and still le ts grow the weeding Ber. The Spring is neare when greene geesse are a breeding Dum. How followes that Ber. Fit in his place and time Dum. In reason nothing Ber. Something then in rime Ferd. Berowne is like an enuious sneaping Frost That bites the first borne infants of the Spring Ber. Wel say I am why should proud Summer boast Before the Birds haue any cause to sing Why should I ioy in any abortiue birth At Christmas I no more desire a Rose Then wish a Snow in Mayes new fangled showes But like of each thing that in season growes So you to studie now it is too late That were to clymbe ore the house to vnlocke the gate Fer. Well fit you out go home Berowne adue Ber. No my good Lord I haue sworn to stay with you And though I haue for barbarisme spoke more Then for that Angell knowledge you can say Yet confident I le keepe what I haue sworne And bide the pennance of each three yeares day Giue me the paper let me reade the same And to the strictest decrees I le write my name Fer. How well this yeelding rescues thee from shame Ber. Item That no woman shall come within a mile of my Court. Hath this bin proclaimed Lon. Foure dayes agoe Ber. Let 's see the penaltie On paine of loosing her tongue Who deuis'd this penaltie Lon. Marry that did I. Ber. Sweete Lord and why Lon. To fright them hence with that dread penaltie A dangerous law against gentilitie Item If any man be seene to talke with a woman within the tearme of three yeares hee shall indure such publique shame as the rest of the Court shall possibly deuise Ber. This Article my Liedge your selfe must breake For well you know here comes is Embassie The French Kings daughter with your selfe to speake A Maide of grace and compleate maiestie About surrender vp of Aquitaine To her decrepit sicke and bed-rid Father Therefore this Article is made in vaine Or vainly comes th' admired Princesse hither Fer. What say you Lords Why this was quite forgot Ber. So Studie euermore is ouershot While it doth study to haue what it would It doth forget to doe the thing it should And when it hath the thing it hunteth most 'T is won as townes with fire so won so lost Fer. We must of force dispence with this Decree She must lye here on meere necessitie Ber. Necessity will make vs all forsworne Three thousand times within this three yeeres space For euery man with his affects is borne Not by might mastred but by speciall grace If I breake faith this word shall breake for me I am forsworne on meere necessitie So to the Lawes at large I write my name And he that breakes them in the least degree Stands in attainder of eternall shame Suggestions are to others as to me But I beleeue although I seeme so loth I am the last that will last keepe his oth But is there no quicke recreation granted Fer. I that there is our Court you know is hanted With a refined trauailer of Spaine A man in all the worlds new fashion planted That hath a mint of phrases in his braine One who the musicke of his owne vaine tongue Doth rauish like inchanting harmonie A man of complements whom right and wrong Haue chose as vmpire of their mutinie This childe of
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
a mile To tread a Measure with you on this grasse Rosa It is not so Aske them how many inches Is in one mile If they haue measur'd manie The measure then of one is easlie told Boy If to come hither you haue measur'd miles And many miles the Princesse bids you tell How many inches doth fill vp one mile Ber. Tell her we measure them by weary steps Boy She heares her selfe Rosa How manie wearie steps Of many wearie miles you haue ore-gone Are numbred in the trauell of one mile Bero. We number nothing that we spend for you Our dutie is so rich so infinite That we may doe it still without accompt Vouchsafe to shew the sunshine of your face That we like sauages may worship it Rosa My face is but a Moone and clouded too Kin. Blessed are clouds to doe as such clouds do Vouchsafe bright Moone and these thy stars to shine Those clouds remooued vpon our waterie eyne Rosa O vaine peticioner beg a greater matter Thou now requests but Mooneshine in the water Kin. Then in our measure vouchsafe but one change Thou bidst me begge this begging is not strange Rosa Play musicke then nay you must doe it soone Not yet no dance thus change I like the Moone Kin. Will you not dance How come you thus estranged Rosa You tooke the Moone at full but now shee 's changed Kin. Yet still she is the Moone and I the Man Rosa The musick playes vouchsafe some motion to it Our eares vouchsafe it Kin. But your legges should doe it Ros Since you are strangers come here by chance Wee 'll not be nice take hands we will not dance Kin. Why take you hands then Rosa Onelie to part friends Curtsie sweet hearts and so the Measure ends Kin. More measure of this measure be not nice Rosa We can afford no more at such a price Kin. Prise your selues What buyes your companie Rosa Your absence onelie Kin. That can neuer be Rosa Then cannot we be bought and so adue Twice to your Visore and halfe once to you Kin. If you denie to dance let 's hold more chat Ros In priuate then Kin. I am best pleas'd with that Be. White handed Mistris one sweet word with thee Qu. Hony and Milke and Suger there is three Ber. Nay then two treyes an if you grow so nice Methegline Wort and Malmsey well runne dice There 's halfe a dozen sweets Qu. Seuenth sweet adue since you can cogg I le play no more with you Ber. One word in secret Qu. Let it not be sweet Ber. Thou greeu'st my gall Qu. Gall bitter Ber. Therefore meete Du. Will you vouchsafe with me to change a word Mar. Name it Dum. Faire Ladie Mar. Say you so Faire Lord Take you that for your faire Lady Du. Please it you As much in priuate and I le bid adieu Mar. What was your vizard made without a tong Long. I know the reason Ladie why you aske Mar. O for your reason quickly sir I long Long. You haue a double tongue within your mask And would affoord my speechlesse vizard halfe Mar. Veale quoth the Dutch-man is not Veale a Calfe Long. A Calfe faire Ladie Mar. No a faire Lord Calfe Long. Let 's part the word Mar. No I le not be your halfe Take all and weane it it may proue an Oxe Long. Looke how you but your selfe in those sharpe mockes Will you giue hornes chast Ladie Do not so Mar. Then die a Calfe before your horns do grow Lon. One word in priuate with you ere I die Mar. Bleat softly then the Butcher heares you cry Boyet The tongues of mocking wenches are as keen As is the Razors edge inuisible Cutting a smaller haire then may be seene Aboue the sense of sence so sensible Seemeth their conference their conceits haue wings Fleeter then arrows bullets wind thoght swifter things Rosa Not one word more my maides breake off breake off Ber. By heauen all drie beaten with pure scoffe King Farewell madde Wenches you haue simple wits Exeunt Qu. Twentie adieus my frozen Muscouits Are these the breed of wits so wondred at Boyet Tapers they are with your sweete breathes puft out Rosa Wel-liking wits they haue grosse grosse fat fat Qu. O pouertie in wit Kingly poore flout Will they not thinke you hang themselues to night Or euer but in vizards shew their faces This pert Berowne was out of count'nance quite Rosa They were all in lamentable cases The King was vveeping ripe for a good word Qu. Berowne did sweare himselfe out of all suite Mar. Dumaine was at my seruice and his sword No point quoth I my seruant straight vvas mute Ka. Lord Longauill said I came ore his hart And trow you vvhat he call'd me Qu. Qualme perhaps Kat. Yes in good faith Qu. Go sicknesse as thou art Ros Well better wits haue worne plain statute caps But vvil you heare the King is my loue sworne Qu. And quicke Berowne hath plighted faith to me Kat. And Longauill was for my seruice borne Mar. Dumaine is mine as sure as barke on tree Boyet Madam and prettie mistresses giue care Immediately they will againe be heere In their owne shapes for it can neuer be They will digest this harsh indignitie Qu. Will they returne Boy They will they will God knowes And leape for ioy though they are lame with blowes Therefore change Fauours and when they repaire Blow like sweet Roses in this summer aire Qu. How blovv how blovv Speake to bee vnderstood Boy Faire Ladies maskt are Roses in their bud Dismaskt their damaske sweet commixture showne Are Angels vailing clouds or Roses blowne Qu. Auant perplexitie What shall vve do If they returne in their owne shapes to wo Rosa Good Madam if by me you 'l be aduis'd Let 's mocke them still as well knowne as disguis'd Let vs complaine to them vvhat fooles were heare Disguis'd like Muscouites in shapelesse geare And wonder what they were and to what end Their shallow showes and Prologue vildely pen'd And their rough carriage so ridiculous Should be presented at our Tent to vs. Boyet Ladies withdraw the gallants are at hand Quee. Whip to our Tents as Roes runnes ore Land Exeunt Enter the King and the rest King Faire sir God saue you Wher 's the Princesse Boy Gone to her Tent. Please it your Maiestie command me any seruice to her King That she vouchsafe me audience for one word Boy I will and so will she I know my Lord. Exit Ber. This fellow pickes vp wit as Pigeons pease And vtters it againe when Ioue doth please He is Wits Pedler and retailes his Wares At Wakes and Wassels Meetings Mâkets Faires And we that sell by grosse the Lord doth know Haue not the grace to grace it with such show This Gallant pins the Wenches on his sleeue Had he bin Adam he had tempted Eue. He can carue too and lispe Why this is he That kist away his hand in courtesie This is the Ape of
haue some goodly Iest in hand She will not come she bids you come to her Petr. Worse and worse she will not come Oh vilde intollerable not to be indur'd Sirra Grumio goe to your Mistris Say I command her come to me Exit Hor. I know her answere Pet. What Hor. She will not Petr. The fouler fortune mine and there an end Enter Katerina Bap. Now by my hollidam here comes Katerina Kat. What is your will sir that you send for me Petr. Where is your sister and Hortensios wife Kate. They sit conferring by the Parler fire Petr. Goe fetch them hither if they denie to come Swinge me them soundly forth vnto their husbands Away I say and bring them hither straight Luc. Here is a wonder if you talke of a wonder Hor. And so it is I wonder what it boads Petr. Marrie peace it boads and loue and quiet life An awfull rule and right supremicie And to be short what not that 's sweete and happie Bap. Now faire befall thee good Petruchio The wager thou hast won and I will adde Vnto their losses twentie thousand crownes Another dowrie to another daughter For she is chang'd as she had neuer bin Petr. Nay I will win my wager better yet And show more signe of her obedience Her new built vertue and obedience Enter Kate Bianca and Widdow See where she comes and brings your froward Wiues As prisoners to her womanlie perswasion Katerine that Cap of yours becomes you not Off with that bable throw it vnderfoote Wid. Lord let me neuer haue a cause to sigh Till I be brought to such a sillie passe Bian. Fie what a foolish dutie call you this Luc. I would your dutie were as foolish too The wisdome of your dutie faire Bianca Hath cost me fiue hundred crownes since supper time Bian. The more foole you for laying on my dutie Pet. Katherine I charge thee tell these head-strong women what dutie they doe owe their Lords and husbands Wid. Come come your mocking we will haue no telling Pet. Come on I say and first begin with her Wid. She shall not Pet. I say she shall and first begin with her Kate. Fie fie vnknit that thretaning vnkinde brow And dart not scornefull glances from those eies To wound thy Lord thy King thy Gouernour It blots thy beautie as frosts doe bite the Meads Confounds thy fame as whirlewinds shake faire budds And in no sence is meete or amiable A woman mou'd is like a fountaine troubled Muddie ill seeming thicke hereft of beautie And while it is so none so dry or thirstie Will daigne to sip or touch one drop of it Thy husband is thy Lord thy life thy keeper Thy head thy soueraigne One that cares for thee And for thy maintenance Commits his body To painfull labour both by sea and land To watch the night in stormes the day in cold Whil'st thou ly'st warme at home secure and safe And craues no other tribute at thy hands But loue faire lookes and true obedience Too little payment for so great a debt Such dutie as the subiect owes the Prince Euen such a woman oweth to her husband And when she is froward peeuish sullen sowre And not obedient to his honest will What is she but a foule contending Rebell And gracelesse Traitor to her louing Lord I am asham'd that women are so simple To offer warre where they should kneele for peace Or seeke for rule supremacie and sway When they are bound to serue loue and obay Why are our bodies soft and weake and smooth Vnapt to toyle and trouble in the world But that our soft conditions and our harts Should well agree with our externall parts Come come you froward and vnable wormes My minde hath bin as bigge as one of yours My heart as great my reason haplie more To bandie word for word and frowne for frowne But now I see our Launces are but strawes Our strength as weake our weakenesse past compare That seeming to be most which we indeed least are Then vale your stomackes for it is no boote And place your hands below your husbands foote In token of which dutie if he please My hand is readie may it do him ease Pet. Why there 's a wench Come on and kisse mee Kate. Luc. Well go thy waies olde Lad for thou shalt ha 't Vin. T is a good hearing when children are toward Luc. But a harsh hearing when women are froward Pet. Come Kate weee'le to bed We three are married but you two are sped 'T was I wonne the wager though you hit the white And being a winner God giue you good night Exit Petruchio Horten. Now goe thy wayes thou hast tam'd a curst Shrow Luc. T is a wonder by your leaue she wil be tam'd so FINIS ALL' 's Well that Ends Well Actus primus Scoena Prima Enter yong Bertram Count of Rossillion his Mother and Helena Lord Lafew all in blacke Mother IN deliuering my sonne from me I burie a second husband Ros And I in going Madam weep ore my fathers death anew but I must attend his maiesties command to whom I am now in Ward euermore in subiection Laf. You shall find of the King a husband Madame you sir a father He that so generally is at all times good must of necessitie hold his vertue to you whose worthinesse would stirre it vp where it wanted rather then lack it where there is such abundance Mo. What hope is there of his Maiesties amendment Laf. He hath abandon'd his Phisitions Madam vnder whose practises he hath persecuted time with hope and finds no other aduantage in the processe but onely the loosing of hope by time Mo. This yong Gentlewoman had a father O that had how sad a passage t is whose skill was almost as great as his honestie had it stretch'd so far would haue made nature immortall and death should haue play for lacke of worke Would for the Kings sake hee were liuing I thinke it would be the death of the Kings disease Laf. How call'd you the man you speake of Madam Mo. He was famous sir in his profession and it was his great right to be so Gerard de Narbon Laf. He was excellent indeed Madam the King very latelie spoke of him admiringly and mourningly hee was skilfull enough to haue liu'd stil if knowledge could be set vp against mortallitie Ros What is it my good Lord the King languishes of Laf. A Fistula my Lord. Ros I heard not of it before Laf. I would it were not notorious Was this Gentlewoman the Daughter of Gerard de Narbon Mo. His sole childe my Lord and bequeathed to my ouer looking I haue those hopes of her good that her education promises her dispositions shee inherits which makes faire gifts fairer for where an vncleane mind carries vertuous qualities there commendations go with pitty they are vertues and traitors too in her they are the better for their simplenesse she deriues her honestie and atcheeues her goodnesse Lafew Your
my faith and honour If seriously I may conuay my thoughts In this my light deliuerance I haue spoke With one that in her sexe her yeeres profession Wisedome and constancy hath amaz'd mee more Then I dare blame my weakenesse will you see her For that is her demand and know her businesse That done laugh well at me King Now good Lafew Bring in the admiration that we with thee May spend our wonder too or take off thine By wondring how thou tookst it Laf. Nay I le fit you And not be all day neither King Thus he his speciall nothing euer prologues Laf. Nay come your waies Enter Hellen. King This haste hath wings indeed Laf. Nay come your waies This is his Maiestie say your minde to him A Traitor you doe looke like but such traitors His Maiesty seldome feares I am Cresseds Vncle That dare leaue two together far you well Exit King Now faire one do's your busines follow vs Hel. I my good Lord Gerard de Narbon was my father In what he did professe well found King I knew him Hel. The rather will I spare my praises towards him Knowing him is enough on 's bed of death Many receits he gaue me chieflie one Which as the dearest issue of his practice And of his olde experience th' onlie darling He bad me store vp as a triple eye Safer then mine owne two more deare I haue so And hearing your high Maiestie is toucht With that malignant cause wherein the honour Of my deare fathers gift stands cheefe in power I come to tender it and my appliance With all bound humblenesse King We thanke you maiden But may not be so credulous of cure When our most learned Doctors leaue vs and The congregated Colledge haue concluded That labouring Art can neuer ransome nature From her inaydible estate I say we must not So staine our iudgement or corrupt our hope To prostitute our past-cure malladie To empericks or to disseuer so Our great selfe and our credit to esteeme A sencelesse helpe when helpe past sence we deeme Hell My dutie then shall pay me for my paines I will no more enforce mine office on you Humbly intreating from your royall thoughts A modest one to beare me backe againe King I cannot giue thee lesse to be cal'd gratefull Thou thoughtst to helpe me and such thankes I giue As one neere death to those that wish him liue But what at full I know thou knowst no part I knowing all my perill thou no Art Hell What I can doe can doe no hurt to try Since you set vp your rest ' gainst remedie He that of greatest workes is finisher Oft does them by the weakest minister So holy Writ in babes hath iudgement showne When Iudges haue bin babes great flouds haue flowne From simple sources and great Seas haue dried When Miracles haue by the great'st beene denied Oft expectation failes and most oft there Where most it promises and oft it hits Where hope is coldest and despaire most shifts King I must not heare thee fare thee wel kind maide Thy paines not vs'd must by thy selfe be paid Proffers not tooke reape thanks for their reward Hel. Inspired Merit so by breath is bard It is not so with him that all things knowes As 't is with vs that square our guesse by showes But most it is presumption in vs when The help of heauen we count the act of men Deare sir to my endeauors giue consent Of heauen not me make an experiment I am not an Impostrue that proclaime My selfe against the leuill of mine aime But know I thinke and thinke I know most sure My Art is not past power nor you past cure King Art thou so confident Within what space Hop'st thou my cure Hel. The greatest grace lending grace Ere twice the horses of the sunne shall bring Their fiery torcher his diurnall ring Ere twice in murke and occidentall dampe Moist Hesperus hath quench'd her sleepy Lampe Or foure and twenty times the Pylots glasse Hath told the theeuish minutes how they passe What is infirme from your sound parts shall flie Health shall liue free and sickenesse freely dye King Vpon thy certainty and confidence What dar'st thou venter Hell Taxe of impudence A strumpets boldnesse a divulged shame Traduc'd by odious ballads my maidens name Seard otherwise ne worse of worst extended With vildest torture let my life be ended Kin. Methinks in thee some blessed spirit doth speak His powerfull sound within an organ weake And what impossibility would slay In common sence sence saues another way Thy life is deere for all that life can rate Worth name of life in thee hath estimate Youth beauty wisedome courage all That happines and prime can happy call Thou this to hazard needs must intimate Skill infinite or monstrous desperate Sweet practiser thy Physicke I will try That ministers thine owne death if I die Hel. If I breake time or flinch in property Of what I spoke vnpittied let me die And well deseru'd not helping death 's my see But if I helpe what doe you promise me Kin. Make thy demand Hel. But will you make it euen Kin. I by my Scepter and my hopes of helpe Hel. Then shalt thou giue me with thy kingly hand What husband in thy power I will command Exempted be from me the arrogance To choose from forth the royall bloud of France My low and humble name to propagate With any branch or image of thy state But such a one thy vassall whom I know Is free for me to aske thee to bestow Kin. Heere is my hand the premises obseru'd Thy will by my performance shall be seru'd So make the choice of thy owne time for I Thy resolv'd Patient on thee still relye More should I question thee and more I must Though more to know could not be more to trust From whence thou can'st how tended on but rest Vnquestion'd welcome and vndoubted blest Giue me some helpe heere hoa if thou proceed As high as word my deed shall match thy deed Florish Exit Enter Countesse and Clowne Lady Come on sir I shall now put you to the height of your breeding Clown I will shew my selfe highly fed and lowly taught I know my businesse is but to the Court. Lady To the Court why what place make you speciall when you put off that with such contempt but to the Court Clo. Truly Madam if God haue lent a man any manners hee may easilie put it off at Court hee that cannot make a legge put off's cap kisse his hand and say nothing has neither legge hands lippe nor cap and indeed such a fellow to say precisely were not for the Court But for me I haue an answere will serue all men Lady Marry that 's a bountifull answere that fits all questions Clo. It is like a Barbers chaire that fits all buttockes the pin buttocke the quatch-buttocke the brawn buttocke or any buttocke Lady Will your answere serue fit to all questions Clo. As fit as
ten groats is for the hand of an Atturney as your French Crowne for your taffety punke as Tibs rush for Toms fore-finger as a pancake for Shroue-tuesday a Morris for May-day as the naile to his hole the Cuckold to his horne as a scolding queane to a wrangling knaue as the Nuns lip to the Friers mouth nay as the pudding to his skin Lady Haue you I say an answere of such fitnesse for all questions Clo. From below your Duke to beneath your Constable it will fit any question Lady It must be an answere of most monstrous size that must fit all demands Clo. But a triflle neither in good faith if the learned should speake truth of it heere it is and all that belongs to 't Aske mee if I am a Courtier it shall doe you no harme to learne Lady To be young againe if we could I will bee a foole in question hoping to bee the wiser by your answer La. I pray you sir are you a Courtier Clo. O Lord sir there 's a simple putting off more more a hundred of them La. Sir I am a poore freind of yours that loues you Clo. O Lord sir thicke thicke spare not me La. I thinke sir you can eate none of this homely meate Clo. O Lord sir nay put me too 't I warrant you La. You were lately whipt sir as I thinke Clo. O Lord sir spare not me La. Doe you crie O Lord sir at your whipping and spare not me Indeed your O Lord sir is very sequent to your whipping you would answere very well to a whipping if you were but bound too 't Clo. I nere had worse lucke in my life in my O Lord sir I see things may serue long but not serue euer La. I play the noble huswife with the time to entertaine it so merrily with a foole Clo. O Lord sir why there 't serues well agen La. And end sir to your businesse giue Hellen this And vrge her to a present answer backe Commend me to my kinsmen and my sonne This is not much Clo. Not much commendation to them La. Not much imployement for you you vnderstand me Clo Most fruitfully I am there before my legegs La. Hast you agen Exeunt Enter Count Lafew and Parolles Ol. Laf. They say miracles are past and we haue our Philosophicall persons to make moderne and familiar things supernaturall and causelesse Hence is it that we make trifles of terrours ensconcing our selues into seeming knowledge when we should submit our selues to an vnknowne feare Par. Why 't is the rarest argument of wonder that hath shot out in our latter times Ros And so ' t is Ol. Laf. To be relinquisht of the Artists Par. So I say both of Galen and Paracelsus Ol. Laf. Of all the learned and authenticke fellowes Par. Right so I say Ol Laf. That gaue him out incureable Par. Why there 't is so say I too Ol. Laf. Not to be help'd Par. Right as 't were a man assur'd of a Ol. Laf. Vncertaine life and sure death Par. Iust you say well so would I haue said Ol. Laf. I may truly say it is a noueltie to the world Par. It is indeede if you will haue it in shewing you shall reade it in what do ye call there Ol. Laf. A shewing of a heauenly effect in an earthly Actor Par. That 's it I would haue said the verie same Ol. Laf. Why your Dolphin is not lustier fore mee I speake in respect Par. Nay 't is strange 't is very straunge that is the breefe and the tedious of it and he 's of a most facinerious spirit that will not acknowledge it to be the Ol. Laf. Very hand of heauen Par. I so I say Ol. Laf. In a most weake Par. And debile minister great power grear trancendence which should indeede giue vs a further vse to be made then alone then recou'ry of the king as to bee Old Laf. Generally thankfull Enter King Hellen and attendants Par. I would haue said it you say well heere comes the King Ol. Laf. Lustique as the Dutchman saies I le like a maide the Better whil'st I haue a tooth in my head why he 's able to leade her a Carranto Par. Mor du vinager is not this Helen Ol. Laf. Fore God I thinke so King Goe call before mee all the Lords in Court Sit my preseruer by thy patients side And with this healthfull hand whose banisht sence Thou hast repeal'd a second time receyue The confirmation of my promis'd guift Which but attends thy naming Enter 3 or 4 Lords Faire Maide send forth thine eye this youthfull parcell Of Noble Batchellors stand at my bestowing Ore whom both Soueraigne power and fathers voice I haue to vse thy franke election make Thou hast power to choose and they none to forsake Hel. To each of you one faire and vertuous Mistris Fall when loue please marry to each but one Old Laf. I 'de giue bay curtall and his furniture My mouth no more were broken then these boyes And writ as little beard King Peruse them well Not one of those but had a Noble father She addresses her to a Lord. Hel. Gentlemen heauen hath through me restor'd the king to health All. We vnderstand it and thanke heauen for you Hel. I am a simple Maide and therein wealthiest That I protest I simply am a Maide Please it your Maiestie I haue done already The blushes in my cheekes thus whisper mee We blush that thou shouldst choose but be refused Let the white death sit on thy cheeke for euer Wee 'l nere come there againe King Make choise and see Who shuns thy loue shuns all his loue in mee Hel. Now Dian from thy Altar do I fly And to imperiall loue that God most high Do my sighes streame Sir wil you heare my suite 1. Lo And grant it Hel. Thankes sir all the rest is mute Ol. Laf. I had rather be in this choise then throw Ames-ace for my life Hel. The honor sir that flames in your faire eyes Before I speake too threatningly replies Loue make your fortunes twentie times aboue Her that so vvishes and her humble loue 2. Lo. No better if you please Hel. My wish receiue Which great loue grant and so I take my leaue Ol. Laf. Do all they denie her And they were sons of mine I 'de haue them whip'd or I would send them to ' th Turke to make Eunuches of Hel. Be not afraid that I your hand should take I le neuer do you wrong for your owne sake Blessing vpon your vowes and in your bed Finde fairer fortune if you euer wed Old Laf. These boyes are boyes of Ice they 'le none haue heere sure they are bastards to the English the French nere got em La. You are too young too happie and too good To make your selfe a sonne out of my blood 4. Lord. Faire one I thinke not so Ol. Lord There 's one grape yet I am sure thy father drunke wine But if thou best not an asse
might begin an impudent Nation Fare yee well sir I am for France too we shall speake of you there Exit Par. Yet am I thankfull if my heart were great 'T would burst at this Captaine I le be no more But I will eate and drinke and sleepe as soft As Captaine shall Simply the thing I am Shall make me liue who knowes himselfe a braggart Let him feare this for it will come to passe That euery braggart shall be found an Asse Rust sword coole blushes and Parrolles liue Safest in shame being fool'd by fool'rie thriue There 's place and meanes for euery man aliue I le after them Exit Enter Hellen Widdow and Diana Hel. That you may well perceiue I haue not wrong'd you One of the greatest in the Christian world Shall be my suretie for whose throne 't is needfull Ere I can perfect mine intents to kneele Time was I did him a desired office Deere almost as his life which gratitude Through flintie Tartars bosome would peepe forth And answer thankes I duly am inform'd His grace is at Marcellae to which place We haue conuenient conuoy you must know I am supposed dead the Army breaking My husband hies him home where heauen ayding And by the leaue of my good Lord the King Wee 'l be before our welcome Wid. Gentle Madam You neuer had a seruant to whose trust Your busines was more welcome Hel. Nor your Mistris Euer a friend whose thoughts more truly labour To recompence your loue Doubt not but heauen Hath brought me vp to be your daughters dower As it hath fated her to be my motiue And helper to a husband But O strange men That can such sweet vse make of what they hate When sawcie trusting of the cosin'd thoughts Defiles the pitchy night so lust doth play With what it loathes for that which is away But more of this heereafter you Diana Vnder my poore instructions yet must suffer Something in my behalfe Dia. Let death and honestie Go with your impositions I am yours Vpon your will to suffer Hel. Yet I pray you But with the word the time will bring on summer When Briars shall haue leaues as well as thornes And be as sweet as sharpe we must away Our Wagon is prepar'd and time reuiues vs All 's well that ends well still the fines the Crowne What ere the course the end is the renowne Exeunt Enter Clowne old Lady and Lafew Laf. No no no your sonne was misled with a snipt taffata fellow there whose villanous saffron wold haue made all the vnbak'd and dowy youth of a nation in his colour your daughter-in-law had beene aliue at this houre and your sonne heere at home more aduancâd by the King then by that red-tail'd humble Bee I speak of La. I would I had not knowne him it was the death of the most vertuous gentlewoman that euer Nature had praise for creating If she had pertaken of my flesh and cost mee the deerest groanes of a mother I could not haue owed her a more rooted loue Laf. T was a good Lady 't was a good Lady Wee may picke a thousand sallets ere wee light on such another hearbe Clo. Indeed sir she was the sweete Margerom of the sallet or rather the hearbe of grace Laf. They are not hearbes you knaue they are nose-hearbes Clowne I am no great Nabuchadnezar sir I haue not much skill in grace Laf. Whether doest thou professe thy selfe a knaue or a foole Clo. A foole sir at a womans seruice and a knaue at a mans Laf. Your distinction Clo. I would cousen the man of his wife and do his seruice Laf. So you were a knaue at his seruice indeed Clo. And I would giue his wife my bauble sir to doe her seruice Laf. I will subscribe for thee thou art both knaue and foole Clo. At your seruice Laf. No no no. Clo. Why sir if I cannot serue you I can serue as great a prince as you are Laf. Whos 's that a Frenchman Clo. Faith sir a has an English maine but his fisnomie is more hotter in France then there Laf. What prince is that Clo. The blacke prince sir alias the prince of darkenesse alias the diuell Laf. Hold thee there 's my purse I giue thee not this to suggest thee from thy master thou talk'st off serue him still Clo. I am a woodland fellow sir that alwaies loued a great fire and the master I speak of euer keeps a good fire but sure he is the Prince of the world let his Nobilitie remaine in 's Court. I am for the house with the narrow gate which I take to be too little for pompe to enter some that humble themselues may but the manie will be too chill and tender and they le bee for the flowrie way that leads to the broad gate and the great fire Laf. Go thy waies I begin to bee a wearie of thee and I tell thee so before because I would not fall out with thee Go thy wayes let my horses be wel look'd too without any trickes Clo. If I put any trickes vpon em sir they shall bee Iades trickes which are their owne right by the law of Nature exit Laf. A shrewd knaue and an vnhappie Lady So a is My Lord that 's gone made himselfe much sport out of him by his authoritie hee remaines heere which he thinkes is a pattent for his sawcinesse and indeede he has no pace but runnes where he will Laf. I like him well 't is not amisse and I was about to tell you since I heard of the good Ladies death and that my Lord your sonne was vpon his returne home I moued the King my master to speake in the behalfe of my daughter which in the minoritie of them both his Maiestie out of a selfe gracious remembrance did first propose his Highnesse hath promis'd me to doe it and to stoppe vp the displeasure he hath conceiued against your sonne there is no fitter matter How do's your Ladyship like it La. With verie much content my Lord and I wish it happily effected Laf. His Highnesse comes post from Marcellus of as able bodie as when he number'd thirty a will be heere to morrow or I am deceiu'd by him that in such intelligence hath seldome fail'd La. Ir reioyces me that I hope I shall see him ere I die I haue letters that my sonne will be heere to night I shall beseech your Lordship to remaine with mee till they meete together Laf. Madam I was thinking with what manners I might safely be admitted Lad. You neede but pleade your honourable priuiledge Laf. Ladie of that I haue made a bold charter but I thanke my God it holds yet Enter Clowne Clo. O Madam yonder 's my Lord your sonne with a patch of veluet on 's face whether there bee a scar vnder 't or no the Veluet knowes but 't is a goodly patch of Veluet his left cheeke is a cheeke of two pile and a halfe but his right cheeke is worne
vpon with meruaile Come I le fill your Graue vp stirre nay come away Bequeath to Death your numnesse for from him Deare Life redeemes you you perceiue she stirres Start not her Actions shall be holy as You heare my Spell is lawfull doe not shun her Vntill you see her dye againe for then You kill her double Nay present your Hand When she was young you woo'd her now in age Is she become the Suitor Leo. Oh she 's warme If this be Magick let it be an Art Lawfull as Eating Pol. She embraces him Cam. She hangs about his necke If she pertaine to life let her speake too Pol. I and make it manifest where she ha's liu'd Or how stolne from the dead Paul That she is liuing Were it but told you should be hooted at Like an old Tale but it appeares she liues Though yet she speake not Marke a little while Please you to interpose faire Madam kneele And pray your Mothers blessing turne good Lady Our Perdita is found Her You Gods looke downe And from your sacred Viols poure your graces Vpon my daughters head Tell me mine owne Where hast thou bin preseru'd Where liu'd How found Thy Fathers Court For thou shalt heare that I Knowing by Paulina that the Oracle Gaue hope thou wast in being haue preseru'd My selfe to see the yssue Paul There 's ttme enough for that Leaft they desire vpon this push to trouble Your ioyes with like Relation Go together You precious winners all your exultation Partake to euery one I an old Turtle Will wing me to some wither'd bough and there My Mate that 's neuer to be found againe Lament till I am lost Leo. O peace Paulina Thou shouldst a husband take by my consent As I by thine a Wife This is a Match And made betweene's by Vowes Thou hast found mine But how is to be question'd for I saw her As I thought dead and haue in vaine said many A prayer vpon her graue I le not seeke faire For him I partly know his minde to finde thee An honourable husband Come Camillo And take her by the hand whose worth and honesty Is richly noted and heere iustified By Vs a paire of Kings Let 's from this place What looke vpon my Brother both your pardons That ere I put betweene your holy lookes My ill suspition This your Son-in-law And Sonne vnto the King whom heauens directing Is troth-plight to your daughter Good Paulina Leade vs from hence where we may leysurely Each one demand and answere to his part Perform'd in this wide gap of Time since first We were disseuer'd Hastily lead away Exeunt The Names of the Actors LEontes King of Sicillia Mamillus yong Prince of Sicillia Camillo Foure Lords of Sicillia Antigonus Foure Lords of Sicillia Cleomines Foure Lords of Sicillia Dion Foure Lords of Sicillia Hermione Queene to Leontes Perdita Daughter to Leontes and Hermione Paulina wife to Antigonus Emilia a Lady Polixenes King of Bohemia Florizell Prince of Bohemia Old Shepheard reputed Father of Perdita Clowne his Sonne Autolicus a Rogue Archidamus a Lord of Bohemia Other Lords and Gentlemen and Seruants Shepheards and Shephearddesses FINIS The life and death of King Iohn Actus Primus Scaena Prima Enter King Iohn Queene Elinor Pembroke Essex and Salisbury with the Chattylion of France King Iohn NOw say Chatillion what would France with vs Chat. Thus after greeting speakes the King of France In my behauiour to the Maiesty The borrowed Maiesty of England heere Elea. A strange beginning borrowed Maiesty K. Iohn Silence good mother heare the Embassie Chat. Philip of France in right and true behalfe Of thy deceased brother Geffreyes sonne Arthur Plantagines laies most lawfull claime To this faire Iland and the Territories To Ireland Poyctiers Aniowe Torayne Maine Desiring thee to lay aside the sword Which swaies vsurpingly these seuerall titles And put the same into yong Arthurs hand Thy Nephew and right royall Soueraigne K. Iohn What followes if we disallow of this Chat. The proud controle of fierce and bloudy warre To inforce these rights so forcibly with-held K. Io. Heere haue we wat for war bloud for bloud Controlement for controlement so answer France Chat. Then take my Kings defiance from my mouth The farthest limit of my Embassie K. Iohn Beare mine to him and so depart in peace Be thou as lightning in the eies of France For ere thou canst report I will be there The thunder of my Cannon shall be heard So hence be thou the trumpet of our wraths And sullen presage of your owne decay An honourable conduct let him haue Pembroke looke too 't farewell Chattillion Exit Chat and Pem Ele. What now my sonne haue I not euer said How that ambitious Constance would not coast Till she had kindled France and all the world Vpon the right and party of her sonne This might haue beene preueâed and made whole With very easie arguments of loue Which now the maânage of two kingdomes must With fearefull bloudy issue arbitrate K. Iohn Out strong possession and our right for vs Eli. Your strong possessioÌ much more then your right Or else it must go wrong with you and me So much my conscience whispers in your eare Which none but heauen and you and I shall heare Enter a Sheriffe Essex My Liege here is the strangest controuersie Come from the Country to be iudg'd by you That ere I heard shall I produce the men K. Iohn Let them approach Our Abbies and our Priories shall pay This expeditious charge what men are you Enter Robert Faulconbridge and Philip. Philip. Your faithfull subiect I a gentleman Borne in Northamptonshire and eldest sonne As I suppose to Robert Faulconbridge A Souldier by the Honor-giuing-hand Of Cordelion Knighted in the field K. Iohn What art thou Robert The son and heire to that same Faulconbridge K. Iohn Is that the elder and art thou the heyre You came not of one mother then it seemes Philip. Most certain of one mother mighty King That is well knowne and as I thinke one father But for the certaine knowledge of that truth I put you o're to heauen and to my mother Of that I doubt as all mens children may Eli. Out on thee rude man y u dost shame thy mother And wound her honor with this diffidence Phil. I Madame No I haue no reason for it That is my brothers plea and none of mine The which if he can proue a pops me out At least from faire fiue hundred pound a yeere Heauen guard my mothers honor and my Land K. Iohn A good blunt fellow why being yonger born Doth he lay claime to thine inheritance Phil. I know not why except to get the land But once he slanderd me with bastardy But where I be as true begot or no That still I lay vpon my mothers head But that I am as well begot my Liege Faire fall the bones that tooke the paines for me Compare our faces and be Iudge your selfe If old Sir Robert
vn-vext retyre With vnhack'd swords and Helmets all vnbruis'd We will beare home that Iustie blood againe Which heere we came to spout against your Towne And leaue your children wiues and you in peace But if you fondly passe our proffer'd offer 'T is not the rounder of your old-fac'd walles Can hide you from our messengers of Warre Though all these English and their discipline Were harbour'd in their rude circumference Then tell vs Shall your Citie call vs Lord In that behalfe which we haue challeng'd it Or shall we giue the signall to our rage And stalke in blood to our possession Cit. In breefe we are the King of Englands subiects For him and in his right we hold this Towne Iohn Acknowledge then the King and let me in Cit. That can we not but he that proues the King To him will we proue loyall till that time Haue we ramm'd vp our gates against the world Iohn Doth not the Crowne of England prooue the King And if not that I bring you Witnesses Twice fifteene thousand hearts of Englands breed Bast Bastards and else Iohn To verifie our title with their liues Fran. As many and as well-borne bloods as those Bast Some Bastards too Fran. Stand in his face to contradict his claime Cit. Till you compound whose right is worthiest We for the worthiest hold the right from both Iohn Then God forgiue the sinne of all those soules That to their euerlasting residence Before the dew of euening fall shall fleete In dreadfull triall of our kingdomes King Fran. Amen Amen mount Cheualiers to Armes Bast Saint George that swindg'd the Dragon And ere since sit's on 's horsebacke at mine Hostesse dore Teach vs some fence Sirrah were I at home At your den sirrah with your Lionnesse I would set an Oxe-head to your Lyons hide And make a monster of you Aust Peace no more Bast O tremble for you heare the Lyon rore Iohn Vp higher to the plaine where we 'l set forth In best appointment all our Regiments Bast Speed then to take aduantage of the field Fra. It shall be so and at the other hill Command the rest to stand God and our right Exeunt Heere after excursions Enter the Herald of France with Trumpets to the gates F. Her You men of Angiers open wide your gates And let yong Arthur Duke of Britaine in Who by the hand of France this day hath made Much worke for teares in many an English mother Whose sonnes lye scattered on the bleeding ground Many a widdowes husband groueling lies Coldly embracing the discoloured earth And victorie with little losse doth play Vpon the dancing banners of the French Who are at hand triumphantly displayed To enter Conquerors and to proclaime Arthur of Britaine Englands King and yours Enter English Herald with Trumpet E. Har. Reioyce you men of Angiers ring your bels King Iohn your king and Englands doth approach Commander of this hot malicious day Their Armours that march'd hence so siluer bright Hither returne all gilt with Frenchmens blood There stucke no plume in any English Crest That is remoued by a staffe of France Our colours do returne in those same hands That did display them when we first marcht forth And like a iolly troope of Huntsmen come Our lustie English all with purpled hands Dide in the dying slaughter of their foes Open your gates and giue the Victors way Hubert Heralds from off our towres we might behold From first to last the on-set and retyre Of both your Armies whose equality By our best eyes cannot be censured Blood hath bought blood and blowes haue answered blowes Strength matcht with strength and power confronted power Both are alike and both alike we like One must proue greatest While they weigh so euen We hold our Towne for neither yet for both Enter the two Kings with their powers at seuerall doores Iohn France hast thou yet more blood to cast away Say shall the currant of our right rome on Whose passage vext with thy impediment Shall leaue his natiue channell and ore-swell with course disturb'd euen thy confining shores Vnlesse thou let his siluer Water keepe A peacefull progresse to the Ocean Fra. England thou hast not sau'd one drop of blood In this hot triall more then we of France Rather lost more And by this hand I sweare That swayes the earth this Climate ouer-lookes Before we will lay downe our iust-borne Armes Wee 'l put thee downe ' gainst whom these Armes wee beare Or adde a royall number to the dead Gracing the scroule that tels of this warres losse With slaughter coupled to the name of kings Bast Ha Maiesty how high thy glory towres When the rich blood of kings is set on fire Oh now doth death line his dead chaps with steele The swords of souldiers are his teeth his phangs And now he feasts mousing the flesh of men In vndetermin'd differences of kings Why stand these royall fronts amazed thus Cry hauocke kings backe to the stained field You equall Potents fierie kindled spirits Then let confusion of one part confirm The others peace till then blowes blood and death Iohn Whose party do the Townesmen yet admit Fra. Speake Citizens for England whos 's your king Hub. The king of England when we know the king Fra. Know him in vs that heere hold vp his right Iohn In Vs that are our owne great Deputie And beare possession of our Person heere Lord of our presence Angiers and of you Fra. A greater powre then We denies all this And till it be vndoubted we do locke Our former scruple in our strong barr'd gates Kings of our feare vntill our feares resolu'd Be by some certaine king purg'd and depos'd Bast By heauen these scroyles of Angiers flout you kings And stand securely on their battelments As in a Theater whence they gape and point At your industrious Scenes and acts of death Your Royall presences be rul'd by mee Do like the Mutines of Ierusalem Be friends a-while and both conioyntly bend Your sharpest Deeds of malice on this Towne By East and West let France and England mount Their battering Canon charged to the mouthes Till their soule-fearing clamours haue braul'd downe The flintie ribbes of this contemptuous Citie I 'de play incessantly vpon these Iades Euen till vnfenced desolation Leaue them as naked as the vulgar ayre That done disseuer your vnited strengths And part your mingled colours once againe Turne face to face and bloody point to point Then in a moment Fortune shall cull forth Out of one side her happy Minion To whom in fauour she shall giue the day And kisse him with a glorious victory How like you this wilde counsell mighty States Smackes it not something of the policie Iohn Now by the sky that hangs aboue our heads I like it well France shall we knit our powres And lay this Angiers euen with the ground Then after fight who shall be king of it Bast And if thou hast the mettle of a king Being wrong'd
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
straight Weaknesse possesseth me and I am faint Exeunt Scena Quarta Enter Salisbury Pembroke and Bigot Sal. I did not thinke the King so stor'd with friends Pem. Vp once againe put spirit in the French If they miscarry we miscarry too Sal. That misbegotten diuell Falconbridge In spight of spight alone vpholds the day Pem. They say King Iohn sore sick hath left the field Enter Meloon wounded Mel. Lead me to the Reuolts of England heere Sal. When we were happie we had other names Pem. It is the Count Meloone Sal. Wounded to death Mel. Fly Noble English you are bought and sold Vnthred the rude eye of Rebellion And welcome home againe discarded faith Seeke out King Iohn and fall before his feete For if the French be Lords of this loud day He meanes to recompence the paines you take By cutting off your heads Thus hath he sworne And I with him and many moe with mee Vpon the Altar at S. Edmondsbury Euen on that Altar where we swore to you Deere Amity and euerlasting loue Sal. May this be possible May this be true Mel. Haue I not hideous death within my view Retaining but a quantity of life Which bleeds away euen as a forme of waxe Resolueth from his figure ' gainst the fire What in the world should make me now deceiue Since I must loose the vse of all deceite Why should I then be false since it is true That I must dye heere and liue hence by Truth I say againe if Lewis do win the day He is forsworne if ere those eyes of yours Behold another day breake in the East But euen this night whose blacke contagious breath Already smoakes about the burning Crest Of the old feeble and day-wearied Sunne Euen this ill night your breathing shall expire Paying the fine of rated Treachery Euen with a treacherous fine of all your liues If Lewis by your assistance win the day Commend me to one Hubert with your King The loue of him and this respect besides For that my Grandsite was an Englishman Awakes my Conscience to confesse all this In lieu whereof I pray you beare me hence From forth the noise and rumour of the Field Where I may thinke the remnant of my thoughts In peace and part this bodie and my soule With contemplation and deuout desires Sal. We do beleeue thee and beshrew my soule But I do loue the fauour and the forme Of this most faire occasion by the which We will vntread the steps of damned flight And like a bated and retired Flood Leauing our ranknesse and irregular course Stoope lowe within those bounds we haue ore-look'd And calmely run on in obedience Euen to our Ocean to our great King Iohn My arme shall giue thee helpe to beare thee hence For I do see the cruell pangs of death Right in thine eye Away my friends new flight And happie newnesse that intends old right Exeunt Scena Quinta Enter Dolphin and his Traine Dol. The Sun of heauen me thought was loth to set But staid and made the Westerne Welkin blush When English measure backward their owne ground In faint Retire Oh brauely came we off When with a volley of our needlesse shot After such bloody toile we bid good night And woon'd our tott'ring colours clearly vp Last in the field and almost Lords of it Enter a Messenger Mes Where is my Prince the Dolphin Dol. Heere what newes Mes The Count Meloone is slaine The English Lords By his perswasion are againe falne off And your supply which you haue wish'd so long Are cast away and sunke on Goodwin sands Dol. Ah fowle shrew'd newes Beshrew thy very hart I did not thinke to be so sad to night As this hath made me Who was he that said King Iohn did flie an houre or two before The stumbling night did part our wearie powres Mes Who euer spoke it it is true my Lord. Dol. Well keepe good quarter good care to night The day shall not be vp so soone as I To try the faire aduenture of to morrow Exeunt Scena Sexta Enter Bastard and Hubert seuerally Hub. Whose there Speake hoa speake quickely or I shoote Bast A Friend What art thou Hub. Of the part of England Bast Whether doest thou go Hub. What 's that to thee Why may not I demand of thine affaires As well as thou of mine Bast Hubert I thinke Hub. Thou hast a perfect thought I will vpon all hazards well beleeue Thou art my friend that know'st my tongue so well Who art thou Bast Who thou wilt and if thou please Thou maist be-friend me so much as to thinke I come one way of the Plantagenets Hub. Vnkinde remembrance thou endles night Haue done me shame Braue Soldier pardon me That any accent breaking from thy tongue Should scape the true acquaintance of mine eare Bast Come come sans complement What newes abroad Hub. Why heere walke I in the black brow of night To finde you out Bast Brcefe then and what 's the newes Hub. O my sweet sir newes fitting to the night Blacke fearefull comfortlesse and horrible Bast Shew me the very wound of this ill newes I am no woman I le not swound at it Hub. The King I feare is poyson'd by a Monke I left him almost speechlesse and broke out To acquaint you with this euill that you might The better arme you to the sodaine time Then if you had at leisure knowne of this Bast How did he take it Who did taste to him Hub. A Monke I tell you a resolued villaine Whose Bowels sodainly burst out The King Yet speakes and peraduenture may recouer Bast Who didst thou leaue to tend his Maiesty Hub. Why know you not The Lords are all come backe And brought Prince Henry in their companie At whose request the king hath pardon'd them And they are all about his Maiestie Bast With-hold thine indignation mighty heauen And tempt vs not to beare aboue our power I le tell thee Hubert halfe my power this night Passing these Flats are taken by the Tide These Lincolne-Washes haue deuoured them My selfe well mounted hardly haue escap'd Away before Conduct me to the king I doubt he will be dead or ere I come Exeunt Scena Septima Enter Prince Henry Salisburie and Bigot Hen. It is too late the life of all his blood Is touch'd corruptibly and his pure braine Which some suppose the soules fraile dwelling house Doth by the idle Comments that it makes Fore-tell the ending of mortality Enter Pembroke Pem. His Highnesse yet doth speak holds beleefe That being brought into the open ayre It would allay the burning qualitie Of that fell poison which assayleth him Hen. Let him be brought into the Orchard heere Doth he still rage Pem. He is more patient Then when you left him euen now he sung Hen. Oh vanity of sicknesse fierce extreames In their continuance will not feele themselues Death hauing praide vpon the outward parts Leaues them inuisible and his seige is now
fast betimes With eager feeding food doth choake the feeder Light vanity insatiate cormorant Consuming meanes soone preyes vpon it selfe This royall Throne of Kings this sceptred Isle This earth of Maiesty this seate of Mars This other Eden demy paradise This Fortresse built by Nature for her selfe Against infection and the hand of warre This happy breed of men this little world This precious stone set in the siluer sea Which serues it in the office of a wall Or as a Moate defensiue to a house Against the enuy of lesse happier Lands This blessed plot this earth this Realme this England This Nurse this teeming wombe of Royall Kings Fear'd by their breed and famous for their birth Renowned for their deeds as farre from home For Christian seruice and true Chiualrie As is the sepulcher in stubborne Iury Of the Worlds ransome blessed Maries Sonne This Land of such deere soules this deere-deere Land Deere for her reputation through the world Is now Leas'd out I dye pronouncing it Like to a Tenement or pelting Farme England bound in with the triumphant sea Whose rocky shore beates backe the enuious siedge Of watery Neptune is now bound in with shame With Inky blottes and rotten Parchment bonds That England that was wont to conquer others Hath made a shamefull conquest of it selfe Ah! would the scandall vanish with my life How happy then were my ensuing death Enter King Queene Aumerle Bushy Greene Bagot Ros and Willoughby Yor. The King is come deale mildly with his youth For young hot Colts being rag'd do rage the more Qu. How fares our noble Vncle Lancaster Ri. What comfort man How i st with aged Gaunt Ga. Oh how that name befits my composition Old Gaunt indeed and gaunt in being old Within me greefe hath kept a tedious fast And who abstaynes from meate that is not gaunt For sleeping England long time haue I watcht Watching breeds leannesse leannesse is all gaunt The pleasure that some Fathers feede vpon Is my strict fast I meane my Childrens lookes And therein fasting hast thou made me gaunt Gaunt am I for the graue gaunt as a graue Whose hollow wombe inherits naught but bones Ric. Can sicke men play so nicely with their names Gau. No misery makes sport to mocke it selfe Since thou dost seeke to kill my name in mec I mocke my name great King to flatter thee Ric. Should dying men flatter those that liue Gau. No no men liuing flatter those that dye Rich. Thou now a dying sayst thou flatter'st me Gau. Oh no thou dyest though I the sicker be Rich. I am in health I breath I see the âill Gau. Now he that made me knowes I see thee ill Ill in my selfe to see and in thee seeing ill Thy death-bed is no lesser then the Land Wherein thou lyest in reputation sicke And thou too care-lesse patient as thou art Commit'st thy ' anointed body to the cure Of those Physitians that first wounded thee A thousand flatterers sit within thy Crowne Whose compasse is no bigger then thy head And yet incaged in so small a Verge The waste is no whit lesser then thy Land Oh had thy Grandsire with a Prophets eye Seene how his sonnes sonne should destroy his sonnes From forth thy reach he would haue laid thy shame Deposing thee before thou wert possest Which art possest now to depose thy selfe Why Cosine were thou Regent of the world It were a shame to let his Land by lease But for thy world enioying but this Land Is it not more then shame to shame it so Landlord of England art thou and not King Thy state of Law is bondslaue to the law And Rich. And thou a lunaticke leane-witted foole Presuming on an Agues priuiledge Dar'st with thy frozen admonition Make pale our cheeke chafing the Royall blood With fury from his natiue residence Now by my Seates right Royall Maiestie Wer 't thou not Brother to great Edwards sonne This tongue that runs so roundly in thy head Should run thy head from thy vnreuerent shoulders Gau. Oh spare me not my brothers Edwards sonne For that I was his Father Edwards sonne That blood already like the Pellican Thou hast tapt out and drunkenly carows'd My brother Gloucester plaine well meaning soule Whom faire befall in heauen ' mongst happy soules May be a president and witnesse good That thou respect'st not spilling Edwards blood Toyne with the present sicknesse that I haue And thy vnkindnesse be like crooked age To crop at once a too-long wither'd flowre Liue in thy shame but dye not shame with thee These words heereafter thy tormentors bee Conuey me to my bed then to my graue Loue they to liue that loue and honor haue Exit Rich. And let them dye that age and sullens haue For both hast thou and both become the graue Yor. I do beseech your Maiestie impute his words To wayward sicklinesse and age in him He loues you on my life and holds you deere As Harry Duke of Herford were he heere Rich. Right you say true as Herfords loue so his As theirs so mine and all be as it is Enter Northumberland Nor. My Liege olde Gaunt commends him to your Maiestie Rich. What sayes he Nor. Nay nothing all is said His tongue is now a stringlesse instrument Words life and all old Lancaster hath spent Yor. Be Yorke the next that must be bankrupt so Though death be poore it ends a mortall wo. Rich. The ripest fruit first fals and so doth he His time is spent our pilgrimage must be So much for that Now for our Irish warres We must supplant those rough rug-headed Kernes Which liue like venom where no venom else But onely they haue priuiledge to liue And for these great affayres do aske some charge Towards our assistance we do seize to vs The plate coine reuennewes and moueables Whereof our Vncle Gaunt did stand possest Yor. How long shall I be patient Oh how long Shall tender dutie make me suffer wrong Not Glousters death nor Herfords banishment Nor Gauntes rebukes nor Englands priuate wrongs Nor the preuention of poore Bullingbrooke About his marriage nor my owne disgrace Haue euer made me sowre my patient cheeke Or bend one wrinâkle on my Soueraignes face I am the last of noble Edwards sonnes Of whom thy Father Prince of Wales was first In warre was neuer Lyon rag'd more fierce In peace was neuer gentle Lambe more milde Then was that yong and Princely Gentleman His face thou hast for euen so look'd he Accomplish'd with the number of thy howârs But when he frown'd it was against the Freâch And not against his friends hâs noble hand Did wân what he did spend and speât not that Which his triumphant fathers hand had won His hands were guilty of no kindreds blood But bloody with the enemies of his kinne Oh Richard York is too farre gone with greefe Or else he neuer would compare betweene Rich. Why Vncle What 's the matter Yor. Oh my Liege pardon me if you please if
not I pleas'd not to be pardon'd am content with all Seeke you to seize and gripe into your hands The Royalties and Rights of banish'd Herfoâd Is not Gaunt dead and doth not Herford liue Was not Gaunt iust and is not âarry true Did not the one deserue to haue an heyre Is not his heyre a well-deseruing sonne Take Herfords rights away and take from time His Charters and his customarie rights Let not to morrow then insue to day Be not thy selfe For how art thou a King But by faire sequence and succession Now afore God God forbid I say true If you do wrongfully seize Herfords right Call in his Letters Patents that he hath By his Atturneyes generall to sue His Liuerie and denie his offer'd homage You plucke a thousand âangers on your head You loose a thousand well-disposed hearts And pricke my tender patience to those thoughts Which honor and allegeance cannnot thinke Ric. Thinke what you will we seiâe into our hands His plate his goods his money and his lands Yor. I le noâ be by the while My Liege farewell What will ensue heereof there 's none can tell But by bad couâses may be vnderstood That their euents can neuer fall out good Exit Rich. Go Bushie to the Earle of Wiltshire streight Bid him repaire to vs to Ely house To see this businesse to morrow next We will for Ireland and 't is time I trow And we create in absence of our selfe Our Vncle Yorke Lord Gouernor of England For he is iust and alwayes louâd vs well Come on out Queene to morrow must we part Be merry for our time of stay is short Flourish Manet North Willoughby Ross Nor. Well Lords the Duke of Lancaster is dead Ross And liuing too for now his sonne is Duke Wil. Barely in title not in reuennew Nor. Richly in both if iustice had her right Ross My heart is great but it must break with silence Er 't be disburthen'd with a liberall tongue Nor. Nay speake thy mind let him ne'r speak more That speakes thy words againe to do thee harme Wil. Tends that thou 'dst speake to th' Du of Hereford If it be so out with it boldly man Quicke is mine eare to heare of good towards him Ross No good at all that I can do for him Vnlesse you call it good to pitie him Berest and gelded of his patrimonie Nor. Now afore heauen 't is shame such wrongs are borne In him a royall Prince and many moe Of noble blood in this declining Land The King is not himselfe but basely led By Flatterers and what they will informe Meerely in hate ' gainst any of vs all That will the King seuerely prosecute ' Gainst vs our liues our children and our heires Ros The Commons hath he pil'd with greeuous taxes And quite lost their hearts the Nobles hath he finde For ancient quarrels and quite lost their hearts Wil. And daily new exâctions are deuis'd As blankes beneuolences and I wot not what But what o' Gods name doth become of this Nor. Wars hath not wasted it for war'd he hath not But basely yeelded vpon comprimize That which his Ancestors atchieu'd with blowes More hath he spent in peace then they in warres Ros The Earle of Wiltshire hath the realme in Farme Wil. The Kings growne bankrupt like a broken man Nor. Reproach and dissolution hangeth ouer him Ros He hath not monie for these Irish warres His burthenous taxations notwithstanding But by the robbing of the banish'd Duke Nor. His noble Kinsman most degenerate King But Lords we heare this fearefull tempest sing Yet seeke no shelter to auoid the storme We see the winde sit sore vpon our salles And yet we strike not but securely perish Ros We see the very wracke that we must suffer And âauoyded is the danger now For âirstâng so the causes of our wracke Nor. Not so euen through the hollow eyes of death I spâ life peering but I dare not say How neere the tidings of our comfort is Wil. Nay let vs share thy thoughts as thou dost ours Ros Be confident to speake Northumberland We three are but thy selfe and speaking so Thy words are but as thoughts therefore be bold Nor. Then thus I haue from Port le Blan A Bay in Britaine receiu'd intelligence That Harry Duke of Herford Rainald Lord Cobham That late broke from the Duke of Exeter His brother Archbishop late of Canterbury Sir Thomas Erpingham Sir Iohn Rainston Sir Iohn Norberie Sir Robert Wâterton Francis Quoint All these well furnish'd by the Duke of Britaine With eight tall ships three thousand men of warre Are making hither with all due expedience And shortly meane to touch our Northerne shore Perhaps they had ere this but that they stay The first departing of the King for Ireland If then we shall shake off our slauish yoake Impe out our drooping Countries broken wing Redeeme from broaking pawne the blemish'd Crowne Wipe off the dust that hides our Scepters gilt And make high Maiestie looke like it selfe Away with me in poste to Rauenspurgh But if you faint as fearing to do so Stay and be secret and my selfe will go Ros To horse to horse vrge doubts to them y t feare Wil. Hold out my horse and I will first be there Exeunt Scena Secunda Enter Queene Bushy and Bagot Bush Madam your Maiesty is too much sad You promis'd when you parted with the King To lay aside selfe-harming heauinesse And entertaine a cheerefull disposition Qu. To please the King I did to please my selfe I cannot do it yet I know no cause Why I should welcome such a guest as greefe Saue bidding farewell to so sweet a guest As my sweet Richard yet againe me thinkes Some vnborne sorrow ripe in fortunes wombe Is comming towards me and my inward soule With nothing trembles at something it greeues More then with parting from my Lord the King Bush Each substance of a greefe hath twenty shadows Which shewes like greefe it selfe but is not so For sorrowes eye glazed with blinding teares Diuides one thing intire to many obiects Like perspectiues which rightly gaz'd vpon Shew nothing but confusion ey'd awry Distinguish forme so your sweet Maiestie Looking awry vpon your Lords departure Finde shapes of greefe more then himselfe to waile Which look'd on as it is is naught but shadowes Of what it is not then thrice-gracious Queene More then your Lords departure weep not more 's not seene Or if it be 't is with false sorrowes eie Which for things true weepe things imaginary Qu. It may be so but yet my inward soule Perswades me it is otherwise how ere it be I cannot but be sad so heauy sad As though on thinking on no thought I thinke âakes me with heauy nothing faint and shrinke Bush 'T is nothing but conceit my gracious Lady Qu. 'T is nothing lesse conceit is still deriu'd From some fore father greefe mine is not so For nothing hath begot my something greefe Or
are gone and fled As well assur'd Richard their King is dead Exit Sal. Ah Richard with eyes of heauie mind I see thy Glory like a shooting Starre Fall to the base Earth from the Firmament Thy Sunne sets weeping in the lowly West Witnessing Stormes to come Woe and Vnrest Thy Friends are fled to wait vpon thy Foes And crossely to thy good all fortune goes Exit Actus Tertius Scena Prima Enter Bullingbrooke Yorke Northumberland Rosse Percie Willoughby with Bushie and Greene Prisoners Bull. Bring forth these men Bushie and Greene I will not vex your soules Since presently your soules must part your bodies With too much vrging your pernitious liues For 't were no Charitie yet to wash your blood From off my hands here in the view of men I will vnfold some causes of your deaths You haue mis-led a Prince a Royall King A happie Gentleman in Blood and Lineaments By you vnhappied and disfigur'd cleane You haue in manner with your sinfull houres Made a Diuorce betwixt his Queene and him Broke the possession of a Royall Bed And stayn'd the beautie of a faire Queenes Cheekes With teares drawn froÌ her eyes with your foule wrongs My selfe a Prince by fortune of my birth Neere to the King in blood and neere in loue Till you did make him mis-interprete me Haue stoopt my neck vnder your iniuries And sigh'd my English breath in forraine Clouds Eating the bitter bread of banishment While you haue fed vpon my Seignories Dis-park'd my Parkes and fell'd my Forrest Woods From mine owne Windowes torne my Household Coat Raz'd out my Impresse leauing me no signe Saue mens opinions and my liuing blood To shew the World I am a Gentleman This and much more much more then twice all this Condemnes you to the death see them deliuered ouer To execution and the hand of death Bushie More welcome is the stroake of death to me Then Bullingbrooke to England Greene. My comfort is that Heauen will take our soules And plague Iniustice with the paines of Hell Bull. My Lord Northumberland see them dispatch'd Vnckle you say the Queene is at your House For Heauens sake fairely let her be entreated Tell her I send to her my kind commends Take speciall care my Greetings be deliuer'd York A Gentleman of mine I haue dispatch'd With Letters of your loue to her at large Bull. Thankes gentle Vnckle come Lords away To fight with Glendoure and his Complices A while to worke and after holliday Exeunt Scena Secunda Drums Flourish and Colours Enter Richard Aumerle Carlile and Souldiers Rich. Barkloughly Castle call you this at hand Au. Yea my Lord how brook your Grace the ayre After your late tossing on the breaking Seas Rich. Needs must I like it well I weepe for ioy To stand vpon my Kingdome once againe Deere Earth I doe salute thee with my hand Though Rebels wound thee with their Horses hoofes As a long parted Mother with her Child Playes fondly with her teares and smiles in meeting So weeping smiling greet I thee my Earth And doe thee fauor with my Royall hands Feed not thy Soueraignes Foe my gentle Earth Nor with thy Sweetes comfort his rauenous sence But let thy Spiders that suck vp thy Venome And heauie-gated Toades lye in their way Doing annoyance to the trecherous feete Which with vsurping steps doe trample thee Yeeld stinging Nettles to mine Enemies And when they from thy Bosome pluck a Flower Guard it I prethee with a lurking Adder Whose double tongue may with a mortall touch Throw death vpon thy Soueraignes Enemies Mock not my sencelesse Coniuration Lords This Earth shall haue a feeling and these Stones Proue armed Souldiers ere her Natiue King Shall falter vnder foule Rebellious Armes Car. Feare not my Lord that Power that made you King Hath power to keepe you King in spight of all Aum. He meanes my Lord that we are too remisse Whilest Bullingbrooke through our securitie Growes strong and great in substance and in friends Rich. Discomfortable Cousin knowest thou not That when the searching Eye of Heauen is hid Behind the Globe that lights the lower World Then Theeues and Robbers raunge abroad vnseene In Murthers and in Out-rage bloody here But when from vnder this Terrestriall Ball He fires the prowd tops of the Easterne Pines And darts his Lightning through eu'ry guiltie hole Then Murthers Treasons and detested sinnes The Cloake of Night being pluckt from off their backs Stand bare and naked trembling at themselues So when this Theefe this Traytor Bullingbrooke Who all this while hath reuell'd in the Night Shall see vs rising in our Throne the East His Treasons will sit blushing in his face Not able to endure the sight of Day But selfe-affrighted tremble at his sinne Not all the Water in the rough rude Sea Can wash the Balme from an anoynted King The breath of worldly men cannot depose The Deputie elected by the Lord For euery man that Bullingbrooke hath prest To lift shrewd Steele against our Golden Crowne Heauen for his Richard hath in heauenly pay A glorious Angell then if Angels fight Weake men must fall for Heauen still guards the right Enter Salisbury Welcome my Lord how farre off lyes your Power Salisb. Nor neere nor farther off my gracious Lord Then this weake arme discomfort guides my tongue And bids me speake of nothing but despaire One day too late I feare my Noble Lord Hath clouded all thy happie dayes on Earth Oh call backe Yesterday bid Time returne And thou shalt haue twelue thousand fighting men To day to day vnhappie day too late Orethrowes thy Ioyes Friends Fortune and thy State For all the Welchmen hearing thou wert dead Are gone to Bullingbrooke disperst and fled Aum. Comfort my Liege why lookes your Grace so pale Rich. But now the blood of twentie thousand men Did triumph in my face and they are fled And till so much blood thither come againe Haue I not reason to looke pale and dead All Soules that will be safe flye from my side For Time hath set a blot vpon my pride Aum. Comfort my Liege remember who you are Rich. I had forgot my selfe Am I not King Awake thou sluggard Maiestie thou sleepest Is not the Kings Name fortie thousand Names Arme arme my Name a punie subiect strikes At thy great glory Looke not to the ground Ye Fauorites of a King are wee not high High be our thoughts I know my Vnckle Yorke Haâh Power enough to serue our turne But who comes here Enter Scroope Scroope More health and happinesse betide my Liege Then can my care-tun'd tongue deliuer him Rich. Mine eare is open and my heart prepar'd The worst is worldly losse thou canst vnfold Say Is my Kingdome loft why 't was my Care And what losse is it to be rid of Care Striues Bullingbrooke to be as Great as wee Greater he shall not be If hee serue God Wee 'l serue him too and be his Fellow so Reuolt our Subiects That we cannot mend
Castle Through Brazen Trumpet send the breath of Parle Into his ruin'd Eares and thus deliuer Henry Bullingbrooke vpon his knees doth kisse King Richards hand and sends allegeance And true faith of heart to his Royall Person hither come Euen at his feet to lay my Armes and Power Prouided that my Banishment repeal'd And Lands restor'd againe be freely graunted If not I le vse th' aduantage of my Power And lay the Summers dust with showers of blood Rayn'd from the wounds of slaughter'd Englishmen The which how farre off from the mind of Bullingbrooke It is such Crimson Tempest should bedrench The fresh greene Lap of faire King Richards Land My stooping dutie tenderly shall shew Goe signifie as much while here we march Vpon the Grassie Carpet of this Plaine Let 's march without the noyse of threatning Drum That from this Castles tatter'd Battlements Our faire Appointments may be well perus'd Me thinkes King Richard and my selfe should meet With no lesse terror then the Elements Of Fire and Water when their thundring smoake At meeting teares the cloudie Cheekes of Heauen Be he the fire I le be the yeelding Water The Rage be his while on the Earth I raine My Waters on the Earth and not on him March on and marke King Richard how he lookes Parle without and answere within then a Flourish Enter on the Walls Richard Carlile Aumerle Scroop Salisbury See see King Richard doth himselfe appeare As doth the blushing discontented Sunne From out the fierie Portall of the East When he perceiues the enuious Clouds are bent To dimme his glory and to staine the tract Of his bright passage to the Occident York Yet lookes he like a King behold his Eye As bright as is the Eagles lightens forth Controlling Maiestie alack alack for woe That any harme should staine so faire a shew Rich. Wee are amaz'd and thus long haue we stood To watch the fearefull bending of thy knee Because we thought our selfe thy lawfull King And if we be how dare thy ioynts forget To pay their awfull dutie to our presence If we be not shew vs the Hand of God That hath dismiss'd vs from our Stewardship For well wee know no Hand of Blood and Bone Can gripe the sacred Handle of our Scepter Vnlesse he doe prophane steale or vsurpe And though you thinke that all as you haue done Haue torne their Soules by turning them from vs And we are barren and bereft of Friends Yet know my Master God Omnipotent Is mustring in his Clouds on our behalfe Armies of Pestilence and they shall strike Your Children yet vnborne and vnbegot That lift your Vassall Hands against my Head And threat the Glory of my precious Crowne Tell Bullingbrooke for yond me thinkes he is That euery stride he makes vpon my Land Is dangerous Treason He is come to ope The purple Testament of bleeding Warre But ere the Crowne he lookes for liue in peace Ten thousand bloody crownes of Mothers Sonnes Shall ill become the flower of Englands face Change the complexion of her Maid-pale Peace To Scarlet Indignation and bedew Her Pastors Grasse with faithfull English Blood North. The King of Heauen forbid our Lord the King Should so with ciuill and vnciuill Armes Be rush'd vpon Thy thrice-noble Cousin Harry Bullingbrooke doth humbly kisse thy hand And by the Honorable Tombe he sweares That stands vpon your Royall Grandsires Bones And by the Royalties of both your Bloods Currents that spring from one most gracious Head And by the buried Hand of Warlike Gaunt And by the Worth and Honor of himselfe Comprising all that may be sworne or said His comming hither hath no further scope Then for his Lineall Royalties and to begge Infranchisement immediate on his knees Which on thy Royall partie graunted once His glittering Armes he will commend to ' Rust His barbed Steedes to Stables and his heart To faithfull seruice of your Maiestie This sweares he as he is a Prince is iust And as I am a Gentleman I credit him Rich. Northumberland say thus The King returnes His Noble Cousin is right welcome hither And all the number of his faire demands Shall be accomplish'd without contradiction With all the gracious vtterance thou hast Speake to his gentle hearing kind commends We doe debase our selfe Cousin doe we not To looke so poorely and to speake so faire Shall we call back Northumberland and send Defiance to the Traytor and so die Aum. No good my Lord let 's fight with gentle words Till tune lend friends and friends their helpeful Swords Rich. Oh God oh God that ere this tongue of mine That layd the Sentence of dread Banishment On yond prowd man should take it off againe With words of sooth Oh that I were as great As is my Griefe or lesser then my Name Or that I could forget what I haue beene Or not remember what I must be now Swell'st thou prowd heart I le giue thee scope to beat Since Foes haue scope to beat both thee and me Aum. Northumberland comes backe from Bullingbrooke Rich. What must the King doe now must he submit The King shall doe it Must he be depos'd The King shall be contented Must he loose The Name of King o' Gods Name let it goe I le giue my Iewels for a sett of Beades My gorgeous Pallace for a Hermitage My gay Apparrell for an Almes-mans Gowne My figur'd Goblets for a Dish of Wood My Scepter for a Palmers walking Staffe My Subiects for a payre of carued Saints And my large Kingdome for a little Graue A little little Graue an obscure Graue Or I le be buryed in the Kings high-way Some way of common Trade where Subiects feet May howrely trample on their Soueraignes Head For on my heart they tread now whilest I liue And buryed once why not vpon my Head Aumerle thou weep'st my tender-hearted Cousin Wee 'le make foule Weather with despised Teares Our sighes and they shall lodge the Summer Corne And make a Dearth in this reuolting Land Or shall we play the Wantons with our Woes And make some prettie Match with shedding Teares As thus to drop them still vpon one place Till they haue fretted vs a payre of Graues Within the Earth and therein lay'd there lyes Two Kinsmen digg'd their Graues with weeping Eyes Would not this ill doe well Well well I see I talke but idly and you mock at mee Most mightie Prince my Lord Northumberland What sayes King Bullingbrooke Will his Maiestie Giue Richard leaue to liue till Richard die You make a Legge and Bullingbrooke sayes I. North. My Lord in the base Court he doth attend To speake with you may it please you to come downe Rich. Downe downe I come like glist'ring Phaeton Wanting the manage of vnruly Iades In the base Court base Court where Kings grow base To come at Traytors Calls and doe them Grace In the base Court come down down Court down King For night-Owls shrike where mouÌting Larks should sing Bull. What sayes his Maiestie
Vnkles head Amongst much other talke that very time I heard you say that you had rather refuse The offer of an hundred thousand Crownes Then Bullingbrookes returne to England adding withall How blest this Land would be in this your Cosins death Aum. Princes and Noble Lords What answer shall I make to this base man Shall I so much dishonor my faire Starres On equall termes to giue him chasticement Either I must or haue mine honor soyl'd With th' Attaindor of his sland'rous Lippes There is my Gage the manuall Seale of death That markes thee out for Hell Thou lyest And will maintaine what thou hast said is false In thy heart blood though being all too base To staine the temper of my Knightly sword Bul. Bagot forbeare thou shalt not take it vp Aum. Excepting one I would he were the best In all this presence that hath mou'd me so Fitz. If that thy valour stand on sympathize There is my Gage Aumerle in Gage to thine By that faire Sunne that shewes me where thou stand'st I heard thee say and vauntingly thou spak'st it That thou wer 't cause of Noble Glousters death If thou deniest it twenty times thou lyest And I will turne thy falshood to thy hart Where it was forged with my Rapiers point Aum. Thou dar'st not Coward liue to see the day Fitz. Now by my Soule I would it were this houre Aum. Fitzwater thou art damn'd to hell for this Per. Aumerle thou lye'st his Honor is as true In this Appeale as thou art all vniust And that thou art so there I throw my Gage To proue it on thee to th' extreamest point Of mortall breathing Seize it if thou dar'st Aum. And if I do not may my hands rot off And neuer brandish more reuengefull Steele Ouer the glittering Helmet of my Foe Surrey My Lord Fitz-water I do remember well the very time Aumerle and you did talke Fitz. My Lord 'T is very true You were in presence then And you can witnesse with me this is true Surrey As false by heauen As Heauen it selfe is true Fitz. Surrey thou Lyest Surrey Dishonourable Boy That Lye shall lie so heauy on my Sword That it shall render Vengeance and Reuenge Till thou the Lye-giuer and that Lye doe lye In earth as quiet as thy Fathers Scull In proofe whereof there is mine Honors pawne Engage it to the Triall if thou dar'st Fitzw. How fondly do'st thou spurre a forward Horse If I dare eate or drinke or breathe or liue I dare meete Surrey in a Wildernesse And spit vpon him whilest I say he Lyes And Lyes and Lyes there is my Bond of Faith To tye thee to my strong Correction As I intend to thriue in this new World Aumerle is guiltie of my true Appeale Besides I heard the banish'd Norfolke say That thou Aumerle didst send two of thy men To execute the Noble Duke at Callis Aum. Some honest Christian trust me with a Gage That Norfolke lyes here doe I throw downe this If he may be repeal'd to trie his Honor. Bull. These differences shall all rest vnder Gage Till Norfolke be repeal'd repeal'd he shall be And though mine Enemie restor'd againe To all his Lands and Seignories when hee 's return'd Against Aumerle we will enforce his Tryall Carl. That honorable day shall ne're be seene Many a time hath banish'd Norfolke fought For Iesu Christ in glorious Christian field Streaming the Ensigne of the Christian Crosse Against black Pagans Turkes and Saracens And toyl'd with workes of Warre retyr'd himselfe To Italy and there at Venice gaue His Body to that pleasant Countries Earth And his pure Soule vnto his Captaine Christ Vnder whose Colours he had fought so long Bull. Why Bishop is Norfolke dead Carl. As sure as I liue my Lord. Bull. Sweet peace conduct his sweet Soule To the Bosome of good old Abraham Lords Appealants your differeÌces shal all rest vnder gage Till we assigne you to your dayes of Tryall Enter Yorke Yorke Great Duke of Lancaster I come to thee From plume-pluckt Richard who with willing Soule Adopts thee Heire and his high Scepter yeelds To the possession of thy Royall Hand Ascend his Throne descending now from him And long liue Henry of that Name the Fourth Bull. In Gods Name I le ascend the Regall Throne Carl. Mary Heauen forbid Worst in this Royall Presence may I speake Yet best beseeming me to speake the truth Would God that any in this Noble Presence Were enough Noble to be vpright Iudge Of Noble Richard then true Noblenesse would Learne him forbearance from so foule a Wrong What Subiect can giue Sentence on his King And who sits here that is not Richards Subiect Theeues are not iudg'd but they are by to heare Although apparant guilt be seene in them And shall the figure of Gods Maiestie His Captaine Steward Deputie elect Anoynted Grown'd planted many yeeres Be iudg'd by subiect and inferior breathe And he himselfe not present Oh forbid it God That in a Christian Climate Soules refin'de Should shew so heynous black obscene a deed I speake to Subiects and a Subiect speakes Stirr'd vp by Heauen thus boldly for his King My Lord of Hereford here whom you call King Is a foule Traytor to prowd Herefords King And if you Crowne him let me prophecie The blood of English shall manure the ground And future Ages groane for his foule Act. Peace shall goe sleepe with Turkes and Infidels And in this Seat of Peace tumultuous Warres Shall Kinne with Kinne and Kinde with Kinde confound Disorder Horror Feare and Mutinie Shall here inhabite and this Land be call'd The field of Golgotha and dead mens Sculls Oh if you reare this House against this House It will the wofullest Diuision proue That euer fell vpon this cursed Earth Preuent it resist it and let it not be so Least Child Childs Children cry against you Woe North. Well haue you argu'd Sir and for your paines Of Capitall Treason we arrest you here My Lord of Westminster be it your charge To keepe him safely till his day of Tryall May it please you Lords to grant the Commons Suit Bull. Fetch hither Richard that in common view He may surrender so we shall proceede Without suspition Yorke I will be his Conduct Exit Bull. Lords you that here are vnder our Arrest Procure your Sureties for your Dayes of Answer Little are we beholding to your Loue And little look'd for at your helping Hands Enter Richard and Yorke Rich. Alack why am I sent for to a King Before I haue shooke off the Regall thoughts Wherewith I reign'd I hardly yet haue learn'd To insinuate flatter bowe and bend my Knee Giue Sorrow leaue a while to tuture me To this submission Yet I well remember The fauors of these men were they not mine Did they not sometime cry All hayle to me So Iudas did to Christ but he in twelue Found truth in all but one I in twelve thousand none God saue the King will no man say
Amen Am I both Priest and Clarke well then Amen God saue the King although I be not hee And yet Amen if Heauen doe thinke him mee To doe what seruice am I sent for hither Yorke To doe that office of thine owne good will Which tyred Maiestie did make thee offer The Resignation of thy State and Crowne To Henry Bullingbrooke Rich. Giue me the Crown Here Cousin seize y e Crown Here Cousin on this side my Hand on that side thine Now is this Golden Crowne like a deepe Well That owes two Buckets filling one another The emptier euer dancing in the ayre The other downe vnseene and full of Water That Bucket downe and full of Teares am I Drinking my Griefes whil'st you mount vp on high Bull. I thought you had been willing to resigne Rich. My Crowne I am but still my Griefes are mine You may my Glories and my State depose But not my Griefes still am I King of those Bull. Part of your Cares you giue me with your Crowne Rich. Your Cares set vp do not pluck my Cares downe My Care is losse of Care by old Care done Your Care is gaine of Care by new Care wonne The Cares I giue I haue though giuen away They ' tend the Crowne yet still with me they stay Bull. Are you contended to resigne the Crowne Rich. I no no I for I must nothing bee Therefore no no for I resigne to thee Now marke me how I will vndoe my selfe I giue this heauie Weight from off my Head And this vnwieldie Scepter from my Hand The pride of Kingly sway from out my Heart With mine owne Teares I wash away my Balme With mine owne Hands I giue away my Crowne With mine owne Tongue denie my Sacred State With mine owne Breath release all dutious Oathes All Pompe and Maiestie I doe forsweare My Manors Rents Reuenues I forgoe My Acts Decrees and Statutes I denie God pardon all Oathes that are broke to mee God keepe all Vowes vnbroke are made to thee Make me that nothing haue with nothing grieu'd And thou with all pleas'd that hast all atchieu'd Long may'st thou liue in Richards Seat to sit And soone lye Richard in an Earthie Pit God saue King Henry vn-King'd Richard sayes And send him many yeeres of Sunne-shine dayes What more remaines North. No more but that you reade These Accusations and these grieuous Crymes Committed by your Person and your followers Against the State and Profit of this Land That by confessing them the Soules of men May deeme that you are worthily depos'd Rich. Must I doe so and must I rauell out My weau'd-vp follyes Gentle Northumberland If thy Offences were vpon Record Would it not shame thee in so faire a troupe To reade a Lecture of them If thou would'st There should'st thou finde one heynous Article Contayning the deposing of a King And cracking the strong Warrant of an Oath Mark'd with a Blot damn'd in the Booke of Heauen Nay all of you that stand and looke vpon me Whil'st that my wretchednesse doth bait my selfe Though some of you with Pilate wash your hands Shewing an outward pittie yet you Pilates Haue here deliuer'd me to my sowre Crosse And Water cannot wash away your sinne North. My Lord dispatch reade o're these Articles Rich. Mine Eyes are full of Teares I cannot see And yet salt-Water blindes them not so much But they can see a sort of Traytors here Nay if I turne mine Eyes vpon my selfe I finde my selfe a Traytor with the rest For I haue giuen here my Soules consent T'vndeck the pompous Body of a King Made Glory base a Soueraigntie a Slaue Prowd Maiestie a Subiect State a Pesant North. My Lord. Rich. No Lord of thine thou haught-insulting man No nor no mans Lord I haue no Name no Title No not that Name was giuen me at the Font. But 't is vsurpt alack the heauie day That I haue worne so many Winters out And know not now what Name to call my selfe Oh that I were a Mockerie King of Snow Standing before the Sunne of Bullingbrooke To melt my selfe away in Water-drops Good King great King and yet not greatly good And if my word be Sterling yet in England Let it command a Mirror hither straight That it may shew me what a Face I haue Since it is Bankrupt of his Maiestie Bull. Goe some of you and fetch a Looking-Glasse North. Read o're this Paper while y c Glasse doth come Rich. Fiend thou torments me ere I come to Hell Bull. Vrge it no more my Lord Northumberland North. The Commons will not then be satisfy'd Rich. They shall be satisfy'd I le reade enough When I doe see the very Booke indeede Where all my sinnes are writ and that 's my selfe Enter one with a Glasse Giue me that Glasse and therein will I reade No deeper wrinckles yet hath Sorrow strucke So many Blowes vpon this Face of mine And made no deeper Wounds Oh flatt'ring Glasse Like to my followers in prosperitie Thou do'st beguile me Was this Face the Face That euery day vnder his House-hold Roofe Did keepe ten thousand men Was this the Face That like the Sunne did make beholders winke Is this the Face which fac'd so many follyes That was at last out-fac'd by Bullingbrooke A brittle Glory shineth in this Face As brittle as the Glory is the Face For there it is crackt in an hundred shiuers Marke silent King the Morall of this sport How soone my Sorrow hath destroy'd my Face Bull. The shadow of your Sorrow hath destroy'd The shadow of your Face Rich. Say that againe The shadow of my Sorrow ha let 's see 'T is very true my Griefe lyes all within And these externall manner of Laments Are meerely shadowes to the vnseene Griefe That swells with silence in the tortur'd Soule There lyes the substance and I thanke thee King For thy great bountie that not onely giu'st Me cause to wayle but teachest me the way How to lament the cause I le begge one Boone And then be gone and trouble you no more Shall I obtaine it Bull. Name it faire Cousin Rich. Faire Cousin I am greater then a King For when I was a King my flatterers Were then but subiects being now a subiect I haue a King here to my flatterer Being so great I haue no neede to begge Bull. Yet aske Rich. And shall I haue Bull. You shall Rich. Then giue me leaue to goe Bull. Whither Rich. Whither you will so I were from your sights Bull. Goe some of you conuey him to the Tower Rich. Oh good conuey Conueyers are you all That rise thus nimbly by a true Kings fall Bull. On Wednesday next we solemnly set downe Our Coronation Lords prepare your selues Exeunt Abbot A wofull Pageant haue we here beheld Carl. The Woes to come the Children yet vnborne Shall feele this day as sharpe to them as Thorne Aum. You holy Clergie-men is there no Plot To rid the Realme of this pernicious Blot Abbot Before I freely
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
were nail'd For our aduantage on the bitter Crosse But this our purpose is a twelue month old And bootlesse 't is to tell you we will go Therefore we meete not now Then let me heare Of you my gentle Cousin Westmerland What vesternight our Councell did decree In forwarding this deere expedience West My Liege This haste was hot in question And many limits of the Charge set downe But yesternight when all athwart there came A Post from Wales loaden with heauy Newes Whose worst was That the Noble Mortimer Leading the men of Herefordshire to fight Against the irregular and wilde Glendower Was by the rude hands of that Welshman taken And a thousand of his people butchered Vpon whose dead corpes there was such misuse Such beastly shamelesse transformation By those Welshwomen done as may not be Without much shame re-told or spoken of King It seemes then that the tidings of this broile Brake off our businesse for the Holy land West This matcht with other like my gracious Lord Farre more vneuen and vnwelcome Newes Came from the North and thus it did report On Holy-roode day the gallant Hotspurre there Young Harry Percy and braue Archibald That euer-valiant and approoued Scot At Holmeden met where they did spend A fad and bloody houre As by discharge of their Artillerie And shape of likely-hood the newes was told For he that brought them in the very heate And pride of their contention did take horse Vncertaine of the issue any way King Heere is a deere and true industrious friend Sir Walter Blunt new lighted from his Horse Strain'd with the variation of each soyle Betwixt that Holmedon and this Seat of ours And he hath brought vs smooth and welcomes newes The Earle of Dowglas is discomfited Ten thousand bold Scots two and twenty Knights Balk'd in their owne blood did Sir Walter see On Holmedons Plaines Of Prisoners Hotspurre tooke Mordake Earle of Fife and eldest sonne To beaten Dowglas and the Earle of Atholl Of Murry Angus and Menteith And is not this an honourable spoyle A gallant prize Ha Cosin is it not Infaith it is West A Conquest for a Prince to boast of King Yea there thou mak'st me sad mak'st me sin In enuy that my Lord Northumberland Should be the Father of so blest a Sonne A Sonne who is the Theame of Honors tongue Among'st a Groue the very straightest Plant Who is sweet Fortunes Minion and her Pride Whil'st I by looking on the praise of him See Ryot and Dishonor staine the brow Of my yong Harry O that it could be prou'd That some Night-tripping-Faiery had exchang'd In Cradle-clothes our Children where they lay And call'd mine Percy his Plantagenet Then would I haue his Harry and he mine But let him from my thoughts What thinke you Coze Of this young Percies pride The Prisoners Which he in this aduenture hath surpriz'd To his owne vse he keepes and sends me word I shall haue none but Mordake Earle of Fife West This is his Vnckles teaching This is Worcester Maleuolent to you in all Aspects Which makes him prune himselfe and bristle vp The crest of Youth against your Dignity King But I haue sent for him to answer this And for this cause a-while we must neglect Our holy purpose to Ierusalem Cosin on Wednesday next our Councell we will hold At Windsor and so informe the Lords But come your selfe with speed to vs againe For more is to be said and to be done Then out of anger can be vttered West I will my Liege Exeunt Scaena Secunda Enter Henry Prince of Wales Sir Iohn Falstaffe and Pointz Fal. Now Hal what time of day is it Lad Prince Thou art so fat-witted with drinking of olde Sacke and vnbuttoning thee after Supper and sleeping vpon Benches in the afternoone that thou hast forgotten to demand that truely which thou wouldest truly know What a diuell hast thou to do with the time of the day vnlesse houres were cups of Sacke and minutes Capons and clockes the tongues of Bawdes and dialls the signes of Leaping-houses and the blessed Sunne himselfe a faire hot Wench in Flame-coloured Taffata I see no reason why thou shouldest bee so superfluous to demaund the time of the day Fal. Indeed you come neere me now Hal for we that take Purses go by the Moone and seuen Starres and not by Phoebus hee that wand'ring Knight so faire And I prythee sweet Wagge when thou art King as God saue thy Grace Maiesty I should say for Grace thou wilte haue none Prin. What none Fal. No not so much as will serue to be Prologue to an Egge and Butter Prin. Well how then Come roundly roundly Fal. Marry then sweet Wagge when thou art King let not vs that are Squires of the Nights bodie bee call'd Theeues of the Dayes beautie Let vs be Dianaes Forresters Gentlemen of the Shade Minions of the Moone and let men say we be men of good Gouernment being gouerned as the Sea is by our noble and chast mistris the Moone vnder whose countenance we steale Prin. Thou say'st well and it holds well too for the fortune of vs that are the Moones men doeth ebbe and flow like the Sea beeing gouerned as the Sea is by the Moone as for proofe Now a Purse of Gold most resolutely snatch'd on Monday night and most dissolutely spent on Tuesday Morning got with swearing Lay by and spent with crying Bring in now in as low an ebbe as the foot of the Ladder and by and by in as high a flow as the ridge of the Gallowes Fal. Thou say'st true Lad and is not my Hostesse of the Tauerne a most sweet Wench Prin. As is the hony my old Lad of the Castle and is not a Buffe Ierkin a most sweet robe of durance Fal. How now how now mad Wagge What in thy quips and thy quiddities What a plague haue I to doe with a Buffe-Ierkin Prin. Why what a poxe haue I to doe with my Hostesse of the Tauerne Fal. Well thou hast call'd her to a reck'ning many a time and oft Prin. Did I euer call for thee to pay thy part Fal. No I le giue thee thy due thou hast paid al there Prin. Yea and elsewhere so farre as my Coine would stretch and where it would not I haue vs'd my credit Fal. Yea and so vs'd it that were it heere apparant that thou art Heire apparant But I prythee sweet Wag shall there be Gallowes standing in England when thou art King and resolution thus fobb'd as it is with the rustie curbe of old Father Anticke the Law Doe not thou when thou art a King hang a Theefe Prin. No thou shalt Fal. Shall I O rare I le be a braue Iudge Prin. Thou iudgest false already I meane thou shalt haue the hanging of the Theeues and so become a rare Hangman Fal. Well Hal well and in some sort it iumpes with my humour as well as waiting in the Court I can tell you Prin. For obtaining of suites
from henceforth rather be my Selfe Mighty and to be fear'd then my condition Which hath beene smooth as Oyle soft as yong Downe And therefore lost that Title of respect Which the proud soule ne're payes but to the proud Wor. Our house my Soueraigne Liege little deserues The scourge of greatnesse to be vsed on it And that same greatnesse too which our owne hands Haue holpe to make so portly Nor. My Lord. King Worcester get thee gone for I do see Danger and disobedience in thine eye O sir your presence is too bold and peremptory And Maiestie might neuer yet endure The moody Frontier of a seruant brow You haue good leaue to leaue vs. When we need Your vse and counsell we shall send for you You were about to speake North. Yea my good Lord. Those Prisoners in your Highnesse demanded Which Harry Percy heere at Holmedon tooke Were as he sayes not with such strength denied As was deliuered to your Maiesty Who either through enuy or misprision Was guilty of this fault and not my Sonne Hot. My Liege I did deny no Prisoners But I remember when the fight was done When I was dry with Rage and extreame Toyle Breathlesse and Faint leaning vpon my Sword Came there a certaine Lord neat and trimly drest Fresh as a Bride-groome and his Chin new reapt Shew'd like a stubble Land at Haruest home He was perfumed like a Milliner And 'twixt his Finger and his Thumbe he held A Pouncet-box which euer and anon He gaue his Nose and took 't away againe Who therewith angry when it next came there Tooke it in Snuffe And still he smil'd and talk'd And as the Souldiers bare dead bodies by He call'd them vntaught Knaues Vnmannerly To bring a slouenly vnhandsome Coarse Betwixt the Winde and his Nobility With many Holiday and Lady tearme He question'd me Among the rest demanded My Prisoners in your Maiesties behalfe I then all-smarting with my wounds being cold To be so pestered with a Popingay Out of my Greefe and my Impatience Answer'd neglectingly I know not what He should or should not For he made me mad To see him shine so briske and smell so sweet And talke so like a Waiting-Gentlewoman Of Guns Drums and Wounds God saue the marke And telling me the Soueraign'st thing on earth Was Parmacity for an inward bruise And that it was great pitty so it was That villanous Salt-peter should be digg'd Out of the Bowels of the harmlesse Earth Which many a good Tall Fellow had destroy'd So Cowardly And but for these vile Gunnes He would himselfe haue beene a Souldier This bald vnioynted Chat of his my Lord Made me to answer indirectly as I said And I beseech you let not this report Come currant for an Accusation Betwixt my Loue and your high Maiesty Blunt The circumstance considered good my Lord What euer Harry Percie then had said To such a person and in such a place At such a time with all the rest retold May reasonably dye and neuer rise To do him wrong or any way impeach What then he said so he vnsay it now King Why yet doth deny his Prisoners But with Prouiso and Exception That we at our owne charge shall ransome straight His Brother-in-Law the foolish Mortimer Who in my soule hath wilfully betraid The liues of those that he did leade to Fight Against the great Magitian damn'd Glendower Whose daughter as we heare the Earle of March Hath lately married Shall our Coffers then Be emptied to redeeme a Traitor home Shall we buy Treason and indent with Feares When they haue lost and forfeyted themselues No on the barren Mountaine let him sterue For I shall neuer hold that man my Friend Whose tongue shall aske me for one peny cost To ransome home reuolted Mortimer Hot. Reuolted Mortimer He neuer did fall off my Soueraigne Liege But by the chance of Warre to proue that true Needs no more but one tongue For all those Wounds Those mouthed Wounds which valiantly he tooke When on the gentle Seuernes siedgie banke In single Opposition hand to hand He did confound the best part of an houre In changing hardiment with great Glendower Three times they breath'd and three times did they drink Vpon agreement of swift Seuernes flood Who then affrighted with their bloody lookes Ran fearefully among the trembling Reeds And hid his crispe-head in the hollow banke Blood-stained with these Valiant Combatants Neuer did base and rotten Policy Colour her working with such deadly wounds Nor neuer could the Noble Mortimer Receiue so many and all willingly Then let him not be sland'red with Reuolt King Thou do'st bely him Percy thou dost bely him He neuer did encounter with Glendower I tell thee he durst as well haue met the diuell alone As Owen Glendower for an enemy Art thou not asham'd But Sirrah henceforth Let me not heare you speake of Mortimer Send me your Prisoners with the speediest meanes Or you shall heare in such a kinde from me As will displease ye My Lord Northumberland We License your departure with your sonne Send vs your Prisoners or you 'l heare of it Exit King Hot. And if the diuell come and roare for them I will not send them I will after straight And tell him so for I will ease my heart Although it be with hazard of my head Nor. What drunke with choller stay pause awhile Heere comes your Vnckle Enter Worcester Hot. Speake of Mortimer Yes I will speake of him and let my soule Want mercy if I do not ioyne with him In his behalfe I le empty all these Veines And shed my deere blood drop by drop i' th dust But I will lift the downfall Mortimer As high i' th Ayre as this Vnthankfull King As this Ingrate and Cankred Bullingbrooke Nor. Brother the King hath made your Nephew mad Wor. Who strooke this heate vp after I was gone Hot. He will forsooth haue all my Prisoners And when I vrg'd the ransom once againe Of my Wiues Brother then his cheeke look'd pale And on my face he turn'd an eye of death Trembling euen at the name of Mortimer Wor. I cannot blame him was he not proclaim'd By Richard that dead is the next of blood Nor. He was I heard the Proclamation And then it was when the vnhappy King Whose wrongs in vs God pardon did set forth Vpon his Irish Expedition From whence he intercepted did returne To be depos'd and shortly murthered Wor. And for whose death we in the worlds wide mouth Liue scandaliz'd and fouly spoken of Hot. But soft I pray you did King Richard then Proclaime my brother Mortimer Heyre to the Crowne Nor. He did my selfe did heare it Hot. Nay then I cannot blame his Cousin King That wish'd him on the barren Mountaines staru'd But shall it be that you that set the Crowne Vpon the head of this forgetfull man And for his sake wore the detested blot Of murtherous subornation Shall it be That you a world of curses vndergoe
teares of Innocencie and tearmes of Zeale My Father in kinde heart and pitty mou'd Swore him assistance and perform'd it too Now when the Lords and Barons of the Realme Perceiu'd Northumberland did leane to him The more and lesse came in with Cap and Knee Met him in Boroughs Cities Villages Attended him on Bridges stood in Lanes Layd Gifts before him proffer'd him their Oathes Gaue him their Heires as Pages followed him Euen at the heeles in golden multitudes He presently as Greatnesse knowes it selfe Steps me a little higher then his Vow Made to my Father while his blood was poore Vpon the naked shore at Rauenspurgh And now forsooth takes on him to reforme Some certaine Edicts and some strait Decrees That lay too heauie on the Common-wealth Cryes out vpon abuses seemes to weepe Ouer his Countries Wrongs and by this Face This seeming Brow of Iustice did he winne The hearts of all that hee did angle for Proceeded further cut me off the Heads Of all the Fauorites that the absent King In deputation left behinde him heere When hee was personall in the Irish Warre Blunt Tut I came not to heare this Hotsp Then to the point In short time after hee depos'd the King Soone after that depriu'd him of his Life And in the neck of that task't the whole State To make that worse suffer'd his Kinsman March Who is if euery Owner were plac'd Indeede his King to be engag'd in Wales There without Ransome to lye forfeited Disgrac'd me in my happie Victories Sought to intrap me by intelligence Rated my Vnckle from the Councell-Boord In rage dismiss'd my Father from the Court Broke Oath on Oath committed Wrong on Wrong And in conclusion droue vs to seeke out This Head of safetie and withall to prie Into his Title the which wee finde Too indirect for long continuance Blunt Shall I returne this answer to the King Hotsp Not so Sir Walter Wee 'le with-draw a while Goe to the King and let there be impawn'd Some suretie for a safe returne againe And in the Morning early shall my Vnckle Bring him our purpose and so farewell Blunt I would you would accept of Grace and Loue. Hotsp And 't may be so wee shall Blunt Pray Heauen you doe Exeunt Scena Quarta Enter the Arch-Bishop of Yorke and Sir Michell Arch. Hie good Sir Michell beare this sealed Briefe With winged haste to the Lord Marshall This to my Cousin Scroope and all the rest To whom they are directed If you knew how much they doe Import You would make haste Sir Mich. My good Lord I guesse their tenor Arch. Like enough you doe To morrow good Sir Michell is a day Wherein the fortune of ten thousand men Must bide the touch For Sir at Shrewsbury As I am truly giuen to vnderstand The King with mightie and quick-raysed Power Meetes with Lord Harry and I feare Sir Michell What with the sicknesse of Northumberland Whose Power was in the first proportion And what with Owen Glendowers absence thence Who with them was rated firmely too And comes not in ouer-rul'd by Prophecies I feare the Power of Percy is too weake To wage an instant tryall with the King Sir Mich. Why my good Lord you need not feare There is Dowglas and Lord Mortimer Arch. No Mortimer is not there Sir Mich. But there is Mordake Vernon Lord Harry Percy And there is my Lord of Worcester And a Head of gallant Warriors Noble Gentlemen Arch. And so there is but yet the King hath drawne The speciall head of all the Land together The Prince of Wales Lord Iohn of Lancaster The Noble Westmerland and warlike Blunt And many moe Corriuals and deare men Of estimation and command in Armes Sir M. Doubt not my Lord he shall be well oppos'd Arch. I hope no lesse Yet needfull 't is to feare And to preuent the worst Sir Michell speed For if Lord Percy thriue not ere the King Dismisse his power he meanes to visit vs For he hath heard of our Confederacie And 't is but Wisedome to make strong against him Therefore make hast I must go write againe To other Friends and so farewell Sir Michell Exeunt Actus Quintus Scena Prima Enter the King Prince of Wales Lord Iohn of Lancaster Earle of Westmerland Sir Walter Blunt and Falstaffe King How bloodily the Sunne begins to peere Aboue you busky hill the day lookes pale At his distemperature Prin. The Southerne winde Doth play the Trumpet to his purposes And by his hollow whistling in the Leaues Fortels a Tempest and a blust'ring day King Then with the losers let it sympathize For nothing can seeme foule to those that win The Trumpet sounds Enter Worcester King How now my Lord of Worster 'T is not well That you and I should meet vpon such tearmes As now we meet You haue deceiu'd our trust And made vs doffe our easie Robes of Peace To crush our old limbes in vngentle Steele This is not well my Lord this is not well What say you to it Will you againe vnknit This churlish knot of all-abhorred Warre And moue in that obedient Orbe againe Where you did giue a faire and naturall light And be no more an exhall'd Meteor A prodigie of Feare and a Portent Of broached Mischeefe to the vnborne Times Wor. Heare me my Liege For mine owne part I could be well content To entertaine the Lagge-end of my life With quiet houres For I do protest I haue not sought the day of this dislike King You haue not sought it how comes it then Fal. Rebellion lay in his way and he found it Prin. Peace Chewet peace Wor. It pleas'd your Maiesty to turne your lookes Of Fauour from my Selfe and all our House And yet I must remember you my Lord We were the first and dearest of your Friends For you my staffe of Office did I breake In Richards time and poasted day and night To meete you on the way and kisse your hand When yet you were in place and in account Nothing so strong and fortunate as I It was my Selfe my Brother and his Sonne That brought you home and boldly did out-dare The danger of the time You swore to vs And you did sweare that Oath at Doncaster That you did nothing of purpose ' gainst the State Nor claime no further then your new-falne right The seate of Gaunt Dukedome of Lancaster To this we sware our aide But in short space It rain'd downe Fortune showring on your head And such a floud of Greatnesse fell on you What with our helpe what with the absent King What with the iniuries of wanton time The seeming sufferances that you had borne And the contrarious Windes that held the King So long in the vnlucky Irish Warres That all in England did repute him dead And from this swarme of faire aduantages You tooke occasion to be quickly woo'd To gripe the generall sway into your hand Forgot your Oath to vs at Doncaster And being fed by vs you vs'd vs so
heare Of any Prince so wilde at Liberty But be he as he will yet once ere night I will imbrace him with a Souldiers arme That he shall shrinke vnder my curtesie Arme arme with speed And Fellow 's Soldiers Friends Better consider what you haue to do That I that haue not well the gift of Tongue Can lift your blood vp with perswasion Enter a Messenger Mes My Lord heere are Letters for you Hot. I cannot reade them now O Gentlemen the time of life is short To spend that shortnesse basely were too long If life did ride vpon a Dials point Still ending at the arriuall of an houre And if we liue we liue to treade on Kings If dye braue death when Princes dye with vs. Now for our Consciences the Armes is faire When the intent for bearing them is iust Enter another Messenger Mes My Lord prepare the King comes on apace Hot. I thanke him that he cuts me from my tale For I professe not talking Onely this Let each man do his best And heere I draw a Sword Whose worthy temper I intend to staine With the best blood that I can meete withall In the aduenture of this perillous day Now Esperance Percy and set on Sound all the lofty Instruments of Warre And by that Musicke let vs all imbrace For heauen to earth some of vs neuer shall A second time do such a curtesie They embrace the Trumpets sound the King entereth with his power alarum vnto the battell Then enter Dowglas and Sir Walter Blunt Blu. What is thy name that in battel thus y u crossest me What honor dost thou seeke vpon my head Dow. Know then my name is Dowglas And I do haunt thee in the battell thus Because some tell me that thou art a King Blunt They tell thee true Dow. The Lord of Stafford deere to day hath bought Thy likenesse for insted of thee King Harry This Sword hath ended him so shall it thee Vnlesse thou yeeld thee as a Prisoner Blu. I was not borne to yeeld thou haughty Scot And thou shalt finde a King that will reuenge Lords Staffords death Fight Blunt is slaine then enters Hotspur Hot. O Dowglas hadst thou fought at Holmedon thus I neuer had triumphed o're a Scot. Dow. All 's done all 's won here breathles lies the king Hot. Where Dow. Heere Hot. This Dowglas No I know this face full well A gallant Knight he was his name was Blunt Semblably furnish'd like the King himselfe Dow. Ah foole go with thy soule whether it goes A borrowed Title hast thou bought too deere Why didst thou tell me that thou wer 't a King Hot. The King hath many marching in his Coats Dow. Now by my Sword I will kill all his Coates I le murder all his Wardrobe peece by peece Vntill I meet the King Hot. Vp and away Our Souldiers stand full fairely for the day Exeunt Alarum and enter Falstaffe solus Fal. Though I could scape shot-free at London I fear the shot heere here 's no scoring but vpon the pate Soft who are you Sir Walter Blunt there 's Honour for you here 's no vanity I am as hot as molten Lead and as heauy too heauen keepe Lead out of mee I neede no more weight then mine owne Bowelles I haue led my rag of Muffins where they are pepper'd there 's not three of my 150. left aliue and they for the Townes end to beg during life But who comes heere Enter the Prince Pri. What stand'st thou idle here Lend me thy sword Many a Nobleman likes starke and stiffe Vnder the hooues of vaunting enemies Whose deaths are vnreuengâd Prethy lend me thy sword Fal. O Hal I prethee giue me leaue to breath awhile Turke Gregory neuer did such deeds in Armes as I haue done this day I haue paid Percy I haue made him sure Prin. He is indeed and liuing to kill thee I prethee lend me thy sword Falst Nay Hal if Percy bee aliue thou getst not my Sword but take my Pistoll if thou wilt Prin. Giue it me What is it in the Case Fal. I Hal 't is hot There 's that will Sacke a City The Prince drawes out a Bottle of Sacke Prin. What is it a time to iest and dally now Exit Throwes it at him Fal. If Percy be aliue I le pierce him if he do come in my way so if he do not if I come in his willingly let him make a Carbonado of me I like not such grinning honour as Sir Walter hath Giue mee life which if I can saue so if not honour comes vnlook'd for and ther 's an end Exit Scena Tertia Alarum excursions enter the King the Prince Lord Iohn of Lancaster and Earle of Westmerland King I prethee Harry withdraw thy selfe thou bleedest too much Lord Iohn of Lancaster go you with him P. Ioh. Not I my Lord vnlesse I did bleed too Prin. I beseech your Maiesty make vp Least you retirement do amaze your friends King I will do so My Lord of Westmerland leade him to his Tent. West Come my Lord I le leade you to your Tent. Prin. Lead me my Lord I do not need your helpe And heauen forbid a shallow scratch should driue The Prince of Wales from such a field as this Where stain'd Nobility lyes troden on And Rebels Armes triumph in massacres Ioh. We breath too long Come cosin Westmerland Our duty this way lies for heauens sake come Prin. By heauen thou hast deceiu'd me Lancaster I did not thinke thee Lord of such a spirit Before I lou'd thee as a Brother Iohn But now I do respect thee as my Soule King I saw him hold Lord Percy at the point With lustier maintenance then I did looke for Of such an vngrowne Warriour Prin. O this Boy lends mettall to vs all Exit Enter Dowglas Dow. Another King They grow like Hydra's heads I am the Dowglas fatall to all those That weare those colours on them What art thou That counterfeit'st the person of a King King The King himselfe who Dowglas grieues at hart So many of his shadowes thou hast met And not the very King I haue two Boyes Seeke Percy and thy selfe about the Field But seeing thou fall'st on me so luckily I will assay thee so defend thy selfe Dow. I feare thou art another counterfeit And yet infaith thou bear'st thee like a King But mine I am sure thou art whoere thou be And thus I win thee They fight the K. being in danger Enter Prince Prin. Hold vp they head vile Scot or thou art like Neuer to hold it vp againe the Spirits Of valiant Sherly Stafford Blunt are in my Armes It is the Prince of Wales that threatens thee Who neuer promiseth but he meanes to pay They Fight Dowglas flyeth Cheerely My Lord how fare's your Grace Sir Nicholas Gawsey hath for succour sent And so hath Clifton I le to Clifton straight King Stay and breath awhile Thou hast redeem'd thy lost opinion And shew'd thou mak'st some
by Gads-hill you knew I was at your back and spoke it on purpose to trie my patience Fal. No no no not so I did not thinke thou wast within hearing Prince I shall driue you then to confesse the wilfull abuse and then I know how to handle you Fal. No abuse Hall on mine Honor no abuse Prince Not to disprayse me and call me Pantler and Bread-chopper and I know not what Fal. No abuse Hal. Poin. No abuse Fal. No abuse Ned in the World honest Ned none I disprays'd him before the Wicked that the Wicked might not fall in loue with him In which doing I haue done the part of a carefull Friend and a true Subiect and thy Father is to giue me thankes for it No abuse Hal none Ned none no Boyes none Prince See now whether pure Feare and entire Cowardise doth not make thee wrong this vertuous Gentlewoman to close with vs Is shee of the Wicked Is thine Hostesse heere of the Wicked Or is the Boy of the Wicked Or honest Bardolph whose Zeale burnes in his Nose of the Wicked Poin. Answere thou dead Elme answere Fal. The Fiend hath prickt downe Bardolph irrecouerable and his Face is Lucifers Priuy-Kitchin where hee doth nothing but rost Mault-Wormes for the Boy there is a good Angell about him but the Deuill out-bids him too Prince For the Women Fal. For one of them shee is in Hell alreadie and burnes poore Soules for the other I owe her Money and whether shee bee damn'd for that I know not Host No I warrant you Fal. No I thinke thou art not I thinke thou art quit for that Marry there is another Indictment vpon thee for suffering flesh to bee eaten in thy house contrary to the Law for the which I thinke thou wilt howle Host. All Victuallers doe so What is a Ioynt of Mutton or two in a whole Lent Prince You Gentlewoman Dol. What sayes your Grace Falst His Grace sayes that which his flesh rebells against Host Who knocks so lowd at doore Looke to the doore there Francis Enter Peto Prince Peto how now what newes Peto The King your Father is at Westminster And there are twentie weake and wearied Postes Come from the North and as I came along I met and ouer-tooke a dozen Captaines Bare-headed sweating knocking at the Tauernes And asking euery one for Sir Iohn Falstaffe Prince By Heauen Poines I feele me much to blame So idly to prophane the precious time When Tempest of Commotion like the South Borne with black Vapour doth begin to melt And drop vpon our bare vnarmed heads Giue me my Sword and Cloake Falstaffe good night Exit Falst. Now comes in the sweetest Morsell of the night and wee must hence and leaue it vnpickt More knocking at the doore How now what 's the matter Bard. You must away to Court Sir presently A dozen Captaines stay at doore for you Falst Pay the Musitians Sirrha farewell Hostesse farewell Dol. You see my good Wenches how men of Merit are sought after the vndeseruer may sleepe when the man of Action is call'd on Farewell good Wenches if I be not sent away poste I will see you againe ere I goe Dol. I cannot speake if my heart bee not readie to burst Well sweete Iacke haue a care of thy selfe Falst Farewell farewell Exit Host. Well fare thee well I haue knowne thee these twentie nine yeeres come Pescod-time but an honester and truer-hearted man Well fare thee well Bard. Mistris Teare-sheet Host What 's the matter Bard. Bid Mistris Teare-sheet come to my Master Host Oh runne Dol runne runne good Dol. Exeunt Actus Tertius Scena Prima Enter the King with a Page King Goe call the Earles of Surrey and of Warwick But ere they come bid them ore-reade these Letters And well consider of them make good speed Exit How many thousand of my poorest Subiects Are at this howre asleepe O Sleepe O gentle Sleepe Natures soft Nurse how haue I frighted thee That thou no more wilt weigh my eye-lids downe And steepe my Sences in Forgetfulnesse Why rather Sleepe lyest thou in smoakie Cribs Vpon vneasie Pallads stretching thee And huisht with bussing Night flyes to thy slumber Then in the perfum'd Chambers of the Great Vnder the Canopies of costly State And lull'd with sounds of sweetest Melodie O thou dull God why lyest thou with the vilde In loathsome Beds and leau'st the Kingly Couch A Watch-case or a common Larum-Bell Wilt thou vpon the high and giddie Mast Seale vp the Ship-boyes Eyes and rock his Braines In Cradle of the rude imperious Surge And in the visitation of the Windes Who take the Ruffian Billowes by the top Curling their monstrous heads and hanging them With deaff'ning Clamors in the slipp'ry Clouds That with the hurley Death it selfe awakes Canst thou O partiall Sleepe giue thy Repose To the wet Sea-Boy in an houre so rude And in the calmest and most stillest Night With all appliances and meanes to boote Deny it to a King Then happy Lowe lye downe Vneasie lyes the Head that weares a Crowne Enter Warwicke and Surrey War Many good-morrowes to your Maiestie King Is it good-morrow Lords War 'T is One a Clock and past King Why then good-morrow to you all my Lords Haue you read o're the Letters that I sent you War We haue my Liege King Then you perceiue the Body of our Kingdome How foule it is what ranke Diseases grow And with what danger neere the Heart of it War It is but as a Body yet distemper'd Which to his former strength may be restor'd With good aduice and little Medicine My Lord Northumberland will soone be cool'd King Oh Heauen that one might read the Book of Fate And see the reuolution of the Times Make Mountaines leuell and the Continent Wearie of solide firmenesse melt it selfe Into the Sea and other Times to see The beachie Girdle of the Ocean Too wide for Neptunes hippes how Chances mocks And Changes fill the Cuppe of Alteration With diuers Liquors 'T is not tenne yeeres gone Since Richard and Northumberland great friends Did feast together and in two yeeres after Were they at Warres It is but eight yeeres since This Percie was the man neerest my Soule Who like a Brother toyl'd in my Affaires And layd his Loue and Life vnder my foot Yea for my sake euen to the eyes of Richard Gaue him defiance But which of you was by You Cousin Neuil as I may remember When Richard with his Eye brim-full of Teares Then check'd and rated by Northumberland Did speake these words now prou'd a Prophecie Northumberland thou Ladder by the which My Cousin Bullingbrooke ascends my Throne Though then Heauen knowes I had no such intent But that necessitie so bow'd the State That I and Greatnesse were compell'd to kisse The Time shall come thus did hee follow it The Time will come that foule Sinne gathering head Shall breake into Corruption so went on Fore-telling this same Times Condition And the diuision of our
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
studies his Companions Like a strange Tongue wherein to gaine the Language 'T is needfull that the most immodest word Be look'd vpon and learn'd which once attayn'd Your Highnesse knowes comes to no farther vse But to be knowne and hated So like grosse termes The Prince will in the perfectnesse of time Cast off his followers and their memorie Shall as a Patterne or a Measure liue By which his Grace must mere the liues of others Turning past-euills to aduantages King 'T is seldome when the Bee doth leaue her Combe In the dead Carrion Enter Westmerland Who 's heere Westmerland West Health to my Soueraigne and new happinesse Added to that that I am to deliuer Prince Iohn your Sonne doth kisse your Graces Hand Mowbray the Bishop Scroope Hastings and all Are brought to the Correction of your Law There is not now a Rebels Sword vnsheath'd But Peace puts forth her Oliue euery where The manner how this Action hath beene borne Here at more leysure may your Highnesse reade With euery course in his particular King O Westmerland thou art a Summer Bird Which euer in the haunch of Winter sings The lifting vp of day Enter Harcourt Looke heere 's more newes Harc From Enemies Heauen keepe your Maiestie And when they stand against you may they fall As those that I am come to tell you of The Earle Northumberland and the Lord Bardolfe With a great Power of English and of Scots Are by the Sherife of Yorkeshire ouerthrowne The manner and true order of the fight This Packet please it you containes at large King And wherefore should these good newes Make me sicke Will Fortune neuer come with both hands full But write her faire words still in foulest Letters Shee eyther giues a Stomack and no Foode Such are the poore in health or else a Feast And takes away the Stomack such are the Rich That haue aboundance and enioy it not I should reioyce now at this happy newes And now my Sight fayles and my Braine is giddie O me come neere me now I am much ill Glo. Comfort your Maiestie Cla. Oh my Royall Father West My Soueraigne Lord cheare vp your selfe looke vp War Be patient Princes you doe know these Fits Are with his Highnesse very ordinarie Stand from him giue him ayre Hee 'le straight be well Clar. No no hee cannot long hold out these pangs Th' incessant care and labour of his Minde Hath wrought the Mure that should confine it in So thinne that Life lookes through and will breake out Glo. The people feare me for they doe obserue Vnfather'd Heires and loathly Births of Nature The Seasons change their manners as the Yeere Had found some Moneths asleepe and leap'd them ouer Clar. The Riuer hath thrice flow'd no ebbe betweene And the old folke Times doting Chronicles Say it did so a little time before That our great Grand-fire Edward sick'd and dy'de War Speake lower Princes for the King recouers Glo. This Apoplexie will certaine be his end King I pray you take me vp and beare me hence Into some other Chamber softly ' pray Let there be no noyse made my gentle friends Vnlesse some dull and fauourable hand Will whisper Musicke to my wearie Spirit War Caâ for the Musicke in the other Roome King Set me the Crowne vpon my Pillow here Clar. His eye is hollow and hee changes much War Lesse noyse lesse noyse Enter Prince Henry P. Hen. Who saw the Duke of Clarence Clar. I am here Brother full of heauinesse P. Hen. How now Raine within doores and none abroad How doth the King Glo. Exceeding ill P. Hen. Heard hee the good newes yet Tell it him Glo. Hee alter'd much vpon the hearing it P. Hen. If hee be sicke with Ioy Hee 'le recouer without Physicke War Not so much noyse my Lords Sweet Prince speake lowe The King your Father is dispos'd to sleepe Clar. Let vs with-draw into the other Roome War Wil 't please your Grace to goe along with vs P. Hen. No I will sit and watch here by the King Why doth the Crowne lye there vpon his Pillow Being so troublesome a Bed-fellow O pollish'd Perturbation Golden Care That keep'st the Ports of Slumber open wide To many a watchfull Night sleepe with it now Yet not so sound and halte so deepely sweete As hee whose Brow with homely Biggen bound Snores out the Watch of Night O Maiestie When thou do'st pinch thy Bearer thou do'st sit Like a rich Armor worne in heat of day That scald'st with safetie by his Gates of breath There lyes a dowlney feather which stirres not Did hee suspitâ that light and weightlesse dowlne Perforce must moue My gracious Lord my Father This sleepe is sound indeede this is a sleepe That from this Golden Rigoll hath diuorc'd So many English Kings Thy due from me Is Teareâ and heauie Sorrowes of the Blood Which Nature Loue and filiall tendernesse Shall O deare Father pay thee plenteously My due from thee is this Imperiall Crowne Which as immediate from thy Place and Blood Deriues it selfe to me Loe heere it sits Which Heauen shall guard And put the worlds whole strength into one gyant Arme It shall not force this Lineall Honor from me This from thee will I to mine leaue As 't is left to me Exit Enter Warwicke Gloucester Clarence King Warwicke Gloucester Clarence Clar. Doth the King call War What would your Maiestie how fares your Grace King Why did you leaue me here alone my Lords Cla. We left the Prince my Brother here my Liege Who vndertooke to sit and watch by you King The Prince of Wales where is hee let mee see him War This doore is open hee is gone this way Glo. Hee came not through the Chamber where wee stayd King Where is the Crowne who tooke it from my Pillow War When wee with-drew my Liege wee left it heere King The Prince hath ta'ne it hence Goe seeke him out Is hee so hastie that hee doth suppose My sleepe my death Finde him my Lord of Warwick Chide him hither this part of his conioynes With my disease and helpes to end me See Sonnes what things you are How quickly Nature falls into reuolt When Gold becomes her Obiect For this the foolish ouer-carefull Fathers Haue broke their sleepes with thoughts Their braines with care their bones with industry For this they haue ingrossed and pyl'd vp The canker'd heapes of strange-atchieued Gold For this they haue beene thoughtfull to inuest Their Sonnes with Arts and Martiall Exercises When like the Bee culling from euery flower The vertuous Sweetes our Thighes packt with Wax Our Mouthes with Honey wee bring it to the Hiue And like the Bees are murthered for our paines This bitter taste yeelds his engrossements To the ending Father Enter Warwicke Now where is hee that will not stay so long Till his Friend Sicknesse hath determin'd me War My Lord I found the Prince in the next Roome Washing with kindly Teares his gentle Cheekes With such a deepe
me many yeares I should not dye but in Ierusalem Which vainly I suppos'd the Holy-Land But beare me to that Chamber there I le lye In that Ierusalem shall Harry dye Exeunt Actus Quintus Scoena Prima Enter Shallow Silence Falstaffe Bardolfe Page and Dauie Shal. By Cocke and Pye you shall not away to night What Dauy I say Fal. You must excuse me M. Robert Shallow Shal. I will not excuse you you shall not be excused Excuses shall not be admitted there is no excuse shall serue you shall not be excus'd Why Dauie Dauie Heere sir Shal. Dauy Dauy Dauy let me see Dauy let me see William Cooke bid him come hither Sir Iohn you shal not be excus'd Dauy. Marry sir thus those Precepts cannot bee seru'd and againe sir shall we sowe the head-land with Wheate Shal. With red Wheate Dauy. But for William Cook are there no yong Pigeons Dauy. Yes Sir Heere is now the Smithes note for Shooing And Plough-Irons Shal. Let it be cast and payde Sir Iohn you shall not be excus'd Dauy. Sir a new linke to the Bucket must needes bee had And Sir doe you meane to stoppe any of Williams Wages about the Sacke he lost the other day at Hinckley Fayre Shal. He shall answer it Some Pigeons Dauy a couple of short-legg'd Hennes a ioynt of Mutton and any pretty little tine Kickshawes tell William Cooke Dauy. Doth the man of Warre stay all night sir Shal. Yes Dauy I will vse him well A Friend i' th Court is better then a penny in purse Vse his men well Dauy for they are arrant Knaues and will backe-bite Dauy. No worse then they are bitten sir For they haue maruellous fowle linnen Shallow Well conceited Dauy about thy Businesse Dauy. Dauy. I beseech you sir To countenance William Visor of Woncot against Clement Perkes of the hill Shal. There are many Complaints Dauy against that Visor that Visor is an arrant Knaue on my knowledge Dauy. I graunt your Worship that he is a knaue Sir But yet heauen forbid Sir but a Knaue should haue some Countenance at his Friends request An honest man sir is able to speake for himselfe when a Knaue is not I haue seru'd your Worshippe truely sir these eight yeares and if I cannot once or twice in a Quarter beare out a knaue against an honest man I haue but a very litle credite with your Worshippe The Knaue is mine honest Friend Sir therefore I beseech your Worship let him bee Countenanc'd Shal. Go too I say he shall haue no wrong Looke about Dauy. Where are you Sir Iohn Come off with your Boots Giue me your hand M. Bardolfe Bard. I am glad to see your Worship Shal. I thanke thee with all my heart kinde Master Bardolfe and welcome my tall Fellow Come Sir Iohn Falstaffe I le follow you good Master Robert Shallow Bardolfe looke to our Horsses If I were saw'de into Quantities I should make foure dozen of such bearded Hermites staues as Master Shallow It is a wonderfull thing to see the semblable Cohetence of his mens spirits and his They by obseruing of him do beare themselues like foolish Iustices Hee by conuersing with them is turn'd into a Iustice-like Seruingman Their spirits are so married in Coniunction with the participation of Society that they flocke together in consent like so many Wilde-Geese If I had a suite to Mayster Shallow I would humour his men with the imputation of beeing neere their Mayster If to his Men I would currie with Maister Shallow that no man could better command his Seruants It is certaine that either wise bearing or ignorant Carriage is caught as men take diseases one of another therefore let men take heede of their Companie I will deuise matter enough out of this Shallow to keepe Prince Harry in continuall Laughter the wearing out of sixe Fashions which is foure Tearmes or two Actions and he shall laugh with Interuallums O it is much that a Lye with a flight Oath and a iest with â sadde brow will doe with a Fellow that neuer had the Ache in his shoulders O you shall see him laugh till his Face be like a wet Cloake ill laid vp Shal. Sir Iohn Falst I come Master Shallow I come Master Shallow Exeunt Scena Secunda Enter the Earle of Warwicke and the Lord Chiefe Iustice Warwicke How now my Lord Chiefe Iustice whether away Ch. Iust How doth the King Warw. Exceeding well his Cares Are now all ended Ch. Iust I hope not dead Warw. Hee 's walk'd the way of Nature And to our purposes he liues no more Ch. Iust I would his Maiesty had call'd me with him The seruice that I truly did his life Hath left me open to all iniuries War Indeed I thinke the yong King loues you not Ch. Iust I know he doth not and do arme my selfe To welcome the condition of the Time Which cannot looke more hideously vpon me Then I haue drawne it in my fantasie Enter Iohn of Lancaster Gloucester and Clarence War Heere come the heauy Issue of dead Harrie O that the liuing Harrie had the temper Of him the worst of these three Gentlemen How many Nobles then should hold their places That must strike saile to Spirits of vilde sort Ch. Iust Alas I feare all will be ouer-turn'd Iohn Good morrow Cosin Warwick good morrow Glou. Cla. Good morrow Cosin Iohn We meet like men that had forgot to speake War We do remember but our Argument Is all too heauy to admit much talke Ioh. Well Peace be with him that hath made vs heauy Ch. Iust Peace be with vs least we be heauier Glou. O good my Lord you haue lost a friend indeed And I dare sweare you borrow not that face Of seeming sorrow it is sure your owne Iohn Though no man be assur'd what grace to finde You stand in coldest expectation I am the sorrier would 't were otherwise Cla. Wel you must now speake Sir Iohn Falstaffe faire Which swimmes against your streame of Quality Ch. Iust Sweet Princes what I did I did in Honor Led by th' Imperiall Conduct of my Soule And neuer shall you see that I will begge A ragged and fore-stall'd Remission If Troth and vpright Innocency fayle me I le to the King my Master that is dead And tell him who hath sent me after him War Heere comes the Prince Enter Prince Henrie Ch. Iust Good morrow and heauen saue your Maiesty Prince This new and gorgeous Garment Maiesty Sits not so easie on me as you thinke Brothers you mixe your Sadnesse with some Feare This is the English not the Turkish Court Not Amurah an Amurah succeeds But Harry Harry Yet be sad good Brothers For to speake truth it very well becomes you Sorrow so Royally in you appeares That I will deeply put the Fashion on And weare it in my heart Why then be sad But entertaine no more of it good Brothers Then a ioynt burthen laid vpon vs all For me by Heauen I bid you be
Title to the Crowne of France Hugh Capet also who vsurpt the Crowne Of Charles the Duke of Loraine sole Heire male Of the true Line and Stock of Charles the Great To find his Title with some shewes of truth Though in pure truth it was corrupt and naught Conuey'd himselfe as th' Heire to th' Lady Lingare Daughter to Charlemaine who was the Sonne To Lewes the Emperour and Lewes the Sonne Of Charles the Great also King Lewes the Tenth Who was sole Heire to the Vsurper Capet Could not keepe quiet in his conscience Wearing the Crowne of France 'till satisfied That faire Queene Isabel his Grandmother Was Lineall of the Lady Ermengare Daughter to Charles the foresaid Duke of Loraine By the which Marriage the Lyne of Charles the Great Was re-vnited to the Crowne of France So that as cleare as is the Summers Sunne King Pepins Title and Hugh Capets Clayme King Lewes his satisfaction all appeare To hold in Right and Title of the Female So doe the Kings of France vnto this day Howbeit they would hold vp this Salique Law To barre your Highnesse clayming from the Female And rather chuse to hide them in a Net Then amply to imbarre their crooked Titles Vsurpt from you and your Progenitors King May I with right and conscience make this claim Bish Cant. The sinne vpon my head dread Soueraigne For in the Booke of Numbers is it writ When the man dyes let the Inheritance Descend vnto the Daughter Gracious Lord Stand for your owne vnwind your bloody Flagge Looke back into your mightie Ancestors Goe my dread Lord to your great Grandsires Tombe From whom you clayme inuoke his Warlike Spirit And your Great Vnckles Edward the Black Prince Who on the French ground play'd a Tragedie Making defeat on the full Power of France Whiles his most mightie Father on a Hill Stood smiling to behold his Lyons Whelpe Forrage in blood of French Nobilitie O Noble English that could entertaine With halfe their Forces the full pride of France And let another halfe stand laughing by All out of worke and cold for action Bish Awake remembrance of these valiant dead And with your puissant Arme renew their Feats You are their Heire you sit vpon their Throne The Blood and Courage that renowned them Runs in your Veines and my thrice-puissant Liege Is in the very May-Morne of his Youth Ripe for Exploits and mightie Enterprises Exe. Your Brother Kings and Monarchs of the Earth Doe all expect that you should rowse your selfe As did the former Lyons of your Blood West They know your Grace hath cause and means and might So hath your Highnesse neuer King of England Had Nobles richer and more loyall Subiects Whose hearts haue left their bodyes here in England And lye pauillion'd in the fields of France Bish Can. O let their bodyes follow my deare Liege With Bloods and Sword and Fire to win your Right In ayde whereof we of the Spiritualtie Will rayse your Highnesse such a mightie Summe As neuer did the Clergie at one time Bring in to any of your Ancestors King We must not onely arme t' inuade the French But lay downe our proportions to defend Against the Scot who will make roade vpon vs With all aduantages Bish Can. They of those Marches gracious Soueraign Shall be a Wall sufficient to defend Our in-land from the pilfering Borderers King We do not meane the coursing snatchers onely But feare the maine intendment of the Scot Who hath been still a giddy neighbour to vs For you shall reade that my great Grandfather Neuer went with his forces into France But that the Scot on his vnfurnisht Kingdome Came pouring like the Tyde into a breach With ample and brim fulnesse of his force Galling the gleaned Land with hot Assayes Girding with grieuous siege Castles and Townes That England being emptie of defence Hath shooke and trembled at th' ill neighbourhood B. Can. She hath bin theÌ more fear'd theÌ harm'd my Liege For heare her but exampl'd by her selfe When all her Cheualrie hath been in France And shee a mourning Widdow of her Nobles Shee hath her selfe not onely well defended But taken and impounded as a Stray The King of Scots whom shee did send to France To fill King Edwards fame with prisoner Kings And make their Chronicle as rich with prayse As is the Owse and bottome of the Sea With sunken Wrack and sum-lesse Treasuries Bish Ely But there 's a saying very old and true If that you will France win then with Scotland first begin For once the Eagle England being in prey To her vnguarded Nest the Weazell Scot Comes sneaking and so sucks her Princely Egges Playing the Mouse in absence of the Cat To tame and hauocke more then she can eate Exet. It followes then the Cat must stay at home Yet that is but a crush'd necessity Since we haue lockes to safegard necessaries And pretty traps to catch the petty theeues While that the Armed hand doth fight abroad Th' aduised head defends it selfe at home For Gouernment though high and low and lower Put into parts doth keepe in one consent Congreeing in a full and natural close Like Musicke Cant. Therefore doth heauen diuide The state of man in diuers functions Setting endeuour in continual motion To which is fixed as an ayme or butt Obedience for so worke the Hony Bees Creatures that by a rule in Nature teach The Act of Order to a peopled Kingdome They haue a King and Officers of sorts Where some like Magistrates correct at home Others like Merchants venter Trade abroad Others like Souldiers armed in their stings Make boote vpon the Summer Veluet buddes Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the Tent-royal of their Emperor Who busied in his Maiesties surueyes The singing Masons building roofes of Gold The ciuil Citizens kneading vp the hony The poore Mechanicke Porters crowding in Their heauy burthens at his narrow gate The sad-ey'd Iustice with his surly humme Deliuering ore to Executors pale The lazie yawning Drone I this inferre That many things hauing full reference To one consent may worke contrariously As many Arrowes loosed seuerall wayes Come to one marke as many wayes meet in one towne As many fresh streames meet in one salt sea As many Lynes close in the Dials center So may a thousand actions once a foote And in one purpose and be all well borne Without defeat Therefore to France my Liege Diuide your happy England into foure Whereof take you one quarter into France And you withall shall make all Gallia shake If we with thrice such powers left at home Cannot defend our owne doores from the dogge Let vs be worried and our Nation lose The name of hardinesse and policie King Call in the Messengers sent from the Dolphin Now are we well resolu'd and by Gods helpe And yours the noble sinewes of our power France being ours wee 'l bend it to our Awe Or breake it all to peeces Or there wee 'l sit Ruling in
large and ample Emperie Ore France and all her almost Kingly Dukedomes Or lay these bones in an vnworthy Vrne Tomblesse with no remembrance ouer them Either our History shall with full mouth Speake freely of our Acts or else our graue Like Turkish mute shall haue a tonguelesse mouth Not worshipt with a waxen Epitaph Enter Ambassadors of France Now are we well prepar'd to know the pleasure Of our faire Cosin Dolphin for we heare Your greeting is from him not from the King Amb. May 't please your Maiestie to giue vs leaue Freely to render what we haue in charge Or shall we sparingly shew you farre off The Dolphins meaning and our Embassie King We are no Tyrant but a Christian King Vnto whose grace our passion is as subiect As is our wretches fettred in our prisons Therefore with franke and with vncurbed plainnesse Tell vs the Dolphins minde Amb. Thus than in few Your Highnesse lately sending into France Did claime some certaine Dukedomes in the right Of your great Predecessor King Edward the third In answer of which claime the Prince our Master Sayes that you sauour too much of your youth And bids you be aduis'd There 's nought in France That can be with a nimble Galliard wonne You cannot reuell into Dukedomes there He therefore sends you meeter for your spirit This Tun of Treasure and in lieu of this Desires you let the dukedomes that you claime Heare no more of you This the Dolphin speakes King What Treasure Vncle Exe. Tennis balles my Liege Kin We are glad the Dolphin is so pleasant with vs His Present and your paines we thanke you for When we haue matcht our Rackets to these Balles We will in France by Gods grace play a set Shall strike his fathers Crowne into the hazard Tell him he hath made a match with such a Wrangler That all the Courts of France will be disturb'd With Chaces And we vnderstand him well How he comes o're vs with our wilder dayes Not measuring what vse we made of them We neuer valew'd this poore seate of England And therefore liuing hence did giue our selfe To barbarous license As 't is euer common That men are merriest when they are from home But tell the Dolphin I will keepe my State Be like a King and shew my sayle of Greatnesse When I do rowse me in my Throne of France For that I haue layd by my Maiestie And plodded like a man for working dayes But I will rise there with so full a glorie That I will dazle all the eyes of France Yea strike the Dolphin blinde to looke on vs And tell the pleasant Prince this Mocke of his Hath turn'd his balles to Gun-stones and his soule Shall stand sore charged for the wastefull vengeance That shall flye with them for many a thousand widows Shall this his Mocke mocke out of their deer husbands Mocke mothers from their sonnes mock Castles downe And some are yet vngotten and vnborne That shal haue cause to curse the Dolphins scorne But this lyes all within the wil of God To whom I do appeale and in whose name Tel you the Dolphin I am comming on To venge me as I may and to put forth My rightfull hand in a wel-hallow'd cause So get you hence in peace And tell the Dolphin His Iest will sauour but of shallow wit When thousands weepe more then did laugh at it Conuey them with safe conduct Fare you well Exeunt Ambassadors Exe. This was a merry Message King We hope to make the Sender blush at it Therefore my Lords omit no happy howre That may giue furth'rance to our Expedition For we haue now no thought in vs but France Saue those to God that runne before our businesse Therefore let our proportions for these Warres Be soone collected and all things thought vpon That may with reasonable swiftnesse adde More Feathers to our Wings for God before Wee 'le chide this Dolphin at his fathers doore Therefore let euery man now taske his thought That this faire Action may on foot be brought Exeunt Flourish Enter Chorus Now all the Youth of England are on fire And silken Dalliance in the Wardrobe lyes Now thriue the Armorers and Honors thought Reignes solely in the breast of euery man They sell the Pasture now to buy the Horse Following the Mirror of all Christian Kings With winged heeles as English Mercuries For now sits Expectation in the Ayre And hides a Sword from Hilts vnto the Point With Crownes Imperiall Crownes and Coronets Promis'd to Harry and his followers The French aduis'd by good intelligence Of this most dreadfull preparation Shake in their feare and with pale Pollicy Seeke to diuert the English purposes O England Modell to thy inward Greatnesse Like little Body with a mightie Heart What mightst thou do that honour would thee do Were all thy children kinde and naturall But see thy fault France hath in thee found out A nest of hollow bosomes which he filles With treacherous Crownes and three corrupted men One Richard Earle of Cambridge and the second Henry Lord Scroope of Masham and the third Sir Thomas Grey Knight of Northumberland Haue for the Gilt of France O guilt indeed Confirm'd Conspiracy with fearefull France And by their hands this grace of Kings must dye If Hell and Treason hold their promises Ere he take ship for France and in Southampton Linger your patience on and wee 'l digest Th' abuse of distance force a play The summe is payde the Traitors are agreed The King is set from London and the Scene Is now transported Gentles to Southampton There is the Play-house now there must you sit And thence to France shall we conuey you safe And bring you backe Charming the narrow seas To giue you gentle Passe for if we may Wee 'l not offend one stomacke with our Play But till the King come forth and not till then Vnto Southampton do we shift our Scene Exit Enter Corporall Nym and Lieutenant Bardolfe Bar. Well met Corporall Nym. Nym. Good morrow Lieutenant Bardolfe Bar. What are Ancient Pistoll and you friends yet Nym. For my part I care not I say little but when time shall serue there shall be smiles but that shall be as it may I dare not fight but I will winke and holde out mine yron it is a simple one but what though It will toste Cheese and it will endure cold as another mans sword will and there 's an end Bar. I will bestow a breakfast to make you friendes and wee 'l bee all three sworne brothers to France Let 't be so good Corporall Nym. Nym. Faith I will liue so long as I may that 's the certaine of it and when I cannot liue any longer I will doe as I may That is my rest that is the rendeuous of it Bar. It is certaine Corporall that he is marryed to Nell Quickly and certainly she did you wrong for you were troth-plight to her Nym. I cannot tell Things must be as they may men may
sleepe and they may haue their throats about them at that time and some say kniues haue edges It must be as it may though patience be a tyred name yet shee will plodde there must be Conclusions well I cannot tell Enter Pistoll Quickly Bar. Heere comes Ancient Pistoll and his wife good Corporall be patient heere How now mine Hoaste Pistoll Pist Base Tyke cal'st thou mee Hoste now by this hand I sweare I scorne the terme nor shall my Nel keep Lodgers Host No by my troth not long For we cannot lodge and board a dozen or fourteene Gentlewomen that liue honestly by the pricke of their Needles but it will bee thought we keepe a Bawdy-house straight O welliday Lady if he be not hewne now we shall see wilful adultery and murther committed Bar. Good Lieutenant good Corporal offer nothing heere Nym. Pish Pist Pish for thee Island dogge thou prickeard cur of Island Host Good Corporall Nym shew thy valor and put vp your sword Nym. Will you shogge off I would haue you solus Pist Solus egregious dog O Viper vile The solus in thy most meruailous face the solus in thy teeth and in thy throate and in thy hatefull Lungs yea in thy Maw perdy and which is worse within thy nastie mouth I do retort the solus in thy bowels for I can take and Pistols cocke is vp and flashing fire will follow Nym. I am not Barbason you cannot coniure mee I haue an humor to knocke you indifferently well If you grow fowle with me Pistoll I will scoure you with my Rapier as I may in fayre tearmes If you would walke off I would pricke your guts a little in good tearmes as I may and that 's the humor of it Pist O Braggard vile and damned furious wight The Graue doth gape and doting death is neere Therefore exhale Bar. Heare me heare me what I say Hee that strikes the first stroake I le run him vp to the hilts as I am a soldier Pist An oath of mickle might and fury shall abate Giue me thy fist thy fore-foote to me giue Thy spirites are most tall Nym. I will cut thy throate one time or other in faire termes that is the humor of it Pistoll Couple a gorge that is the word I defie thee againe O hound of Creet think'st thou my spouse to get No to the spittle goe and from the Poudring tub of infamy fetch forth the Lazar Kite of Cressids kinde Doll Teare-sheete she by name and her espouse I haue and I will hold the Quondam Quickely for the onely shee and Pauca there 's enough to go to Enter the Boy Boy Mine Hoast Pistoll you must come to my Mayster and your Hostesse He is very sicke would to bed Good Bardolfe put thy face betweene his sheets and do the Office of a Warming-pan Faith he 's very ill Bard. Away you Rogue Host By my troth he 'l yeeld the Crow a pudding one of these dayes the King has kild his heart Good Husband come home presently Exit Bar. Come shall I make you two friends Wee must to France together why the diuel should we keep kniues to cut one anothers throats Pist Let stoods ore-swell and fiends for food howle on Nym. You 'l pay me the eight shillings I won of you at Betting Pist Base is the Slaue that payes Nym. That now I wil haue that 's the humor of it Pist As manhood shal compound push home Draw Bard. By this sword hee that makes the first thrust I le kill him By this sword I wil. Pi. Sword is an Oath Oaths must haue their course Bar. Coporall Nym thou wilt be friends be frends and thou wilt not why then be enemies with me to prethee put vp Pist A Noble shalt thou haue and present pay and Liquor likewise will I giue to thee and friendshippe shall combyne and brotherhood I le liue by Nymme Nymme shall liue by me is not this iust For I shal Surler be vnto the Campe and profits will accrue Giue mee thy hand Nym I shall haue my Noble Pist In cash most iustly payd Nym. Well then that the humor of 't Enter Hostesse Host As euer you come of women come in quickly to sir Iohn A poore heart hee is so shak'd of a burning quotidian Tertian that it is most lamentable to behold Sweet men come to him Nym. The King hath run bad humors on the Knight that 's the euen of it Pist Nym thou hast spoke the right his heart is fracted and corroborate Nym. The King is a good King but it must bee as it may he passes some humors and carreeres Pist Let vs condole the Knight for Lambekins we will liue Enter Exeter Bedford Westmerland Bed Fore God his Grace is bold to trust these traitors Exe. They shall be apprehended by and by West How smooth and euen they do bear themselues As if allegeance in their bosomes sate Crowned with faith and constant loyalty Bed The King hath note of all that they intend By interception which they dreame not of Exe. Nay but the man that was his bedfellow Whom he hath dull'd and cloy'd with gracious fauours That he should for a forraigne purse so sell His Soueraignes life to death and treachery Sound Trumpets Enter the King Scroope Cambridge and Gray King Now sits the winde fane and we will aboord My Lord of Cambridge and my kinde Lord of Masham And you my gentle Knight giue me your thoughts Thinke you not that the powres we beare with vs Will cut their passage through the force of France Doing the execution and the acte For which we haue in head assembled them Scro. No doubt my Liege if each man do his best King I doubt not that since we are well perswaded We carry not a heart with vs from hence That growes not in a faire consent with ours Nor leaue not one behinde that doth not wish Successe and Conquest to attend on vs. Cam. Neuer was Monarch better fear'd and lou'd Then is your Maiesty there 's not I thinke a subiect That sits in heart-greefe and vneasinesse Vnder the sweet shade of your gouernment Kni. True those that were your Fathers enemies Haue steep'd their gauls in hony and do serue you With hearts create of duty and of zeale King We therefore haue great cause of thankfulnes And shall forget the office of our hand Sooner then quittance of desert and merit According to the weight and worthinesse Scro. So seruice shall with steeled sinewes toyle And labour shall refresh it selfe with hope To do your Grace incestant seruices King We Iudge no lesse Vnkle of Exeter Inlarge the man committed yesterday That âayl'd against our person We consider It was excesse of Wine that set him on And on his more aduice We pardon him Scro. That 's mercy but too much security Let him be punish'd Soueraigne least example Breed by his sufferance more of such a kind King O let vs yet be mercifull Cam. So may
beene any Christome Child a parted eu'n iust betweene Twelue and One eu'n at the turning o' th' Tyde for after I saw him sumble with the Sheets and play with Flowers and smile vpon his fingers end I knew there was but one way for his Nose was as sharpe as a Pen and a Table of greene fields How now Sir Iohn quoth I what man be a good cheare so a cryed out God God God three or foure times now I to comfort him bid him a should not thinke of God I hop'd there was no neede to trouble himselfe with any such thoughts yet so a bad me lay more Clothes on his feet I put my hand into the Bed and felt them and they were as cold as any stone then I felt to his knees and so vp-peer'd and vpward and all was as cold as any stone Nim. They say he cryed out of Sack Hostesse I that a did Bard. And of Women Hostesse Nay that a did not Boy Yes that a did and said they were Deules incarnate Woman A could neuer abide Carnation 't was a Colour he neuer lik'd Boy A said once the Deule would haue him about Women Hostesse A did in some sort indeed handle Women but then hee was rumatique and talk'd of the Whore of Babylon Boy Doe you not remember a saw a Flea sticke vpon Bardolphs Nose and a said it was a blacke Soule burning in Hell Bard. Well the fuell is gone that maintain'd that fire that 's all the Riches I got in his seruice Nim. Shall wee shogg the King will be gone from Southampton Pist Come let 's away My Loue giue me thy Lippes Looke to my Chattels and my Moueables Let Sences rule The world is Pitch and pay trust none for Oathes are Strawes mens Faiths are Wafer-Cakes and hold-fast is the onely Dogge My Ducke therefore Caueto bee thy Counsailor Goe cleare thy Chrystalls Yoke-fellowes in Armes let vs to France like Horse-leeches my Boyes to sucke to sucke the very blood to sucke Boy And that 's but vnwholesome food they say Pist Touch her soft mouth and march Bard. Farwell Hostesse Nim. I cannot kisse that is the humor of it but adieu Pist Let Huswiferie appeare keepe close I thee command Hostesse Farwell adieu Exeunt Flourish Enter the French King the Dolphin the Dukes of Berry and Britaine King Thus comes the English with full power vpon vs And more then carefully it vs concernes To answer Royally in our defences Therefore the Dukes of Berry and of Britaine Of Brabant and of Orleance shall make forth And you Prince Dolphin with all swift dispatch To lyne and new repayre our Townes of Warre With men of courage and with meanes defendant For England his approaches makes as fierce As Waters to the sucking of a Gulfe It fits vs then to be as prouident As feare may teach vs out of late examples Left by the fatall and neglected English Vpon our fields Dolphin My most redoubted Father It is most meet we arme vs ' gainst the Foe For Peace it selfe should not so dull a Kingdome Though War nor no knowne Quarrel were in question But that Defences Musters Preparations Should be maintain'd assembled and collected As were a Warre in expectation Therefore I say 't is meet we all goe forth To view the sick and feeble parts of France And let vs doe it with no shew of feare No with no more then if we heard that England Were busied with a Whitson Morris-dance For my good Liege shee is so idly King'd Her Scepter so phantastically borne By a vaine giddie shallow humorous Youth That feare attends her not Const. O peace Prince Dolphin You are too much mistaken in this King Question your Grace the late Embassadors With what great State he heard their Embassie How well supply'd with Noble Councellors How modest in exception and withall How terrible in constant resolution And you shall find his Vanities fore-spent Were but the out-side of the Roman Brutus Couering Discretion with a Coat of Folly As Gardeners doe with Ordure hide those Roots That shall first spring and be most delicate Dolphin Well 't is not so my Lord High Constable But though we thinke it so it is no matter In cases of defence 't is best to weigh The Enemie more mightie then he seemes So the proportions of defence are fill'd Which of a weake and niggardly proiection Doth like a Miser spoyle his Coat with scanting A little Cloth King Thinke we King Harry strong And Princes looke you strongly arme to meet him The Kindred of him hath beene flesht vpon vs And he is bred out of that bloodie straine That haunted vs in our familiar Pathes Witnesse our too much memorable shame When Cressy Battell fatally was strucke And all our Princes captiu'd by the hand Of that black Name Edward black Prince of Wales Whiles that his Mountaine Sire on Mountaine standing Vp in the Ayre crown'd with the Golden Sunne Saw his Heroicall Seed and smil'd to see him Mangle the Worke of Nature and deface The Patternes that by God and by French Fathers Had twentie yeeres been made This is a Stem Of that Victorious Stock and let vs feare The Natiue mightinesse and fate of him Enter a Messenger Mess Embassadors from Harry King of England Doe craue admittance to your Maiestie King Wee le giue them present audience Goe and bring them You see this Chase is hotly followed friends Dolphin Turne head and stop pursuit for coward Dogs Most spend their mouths wheÌ what they seem to threaten Runs farre before them Good my Soueraigne Take vp the English short and let them know Of what a Monarchie you are the Head Selfe-loue my Liege is not so vile a sinne As selfe-neglecting Enter Exeter King From our Brother of England Exe. From him and thus he greets your Maiestie He wills you in the Name of God Almightie That you deuest your selfe and lay apart The borrowed Glories that by gift of Heauen By Law of Nature and of Nations longs To him and to his Heires namely the Crowne And all wide-stretched Honors that pertaine By Custome and the Ordinance of Times Vnto the Crowne of France that you may know 'T is no sinister nor no awk-ward Clayme Pickt from the worme-holes of long-vanisht dayes Nor from the dust of old Obliuion rakt He sends you this most memorable Lyne In euery Branch truly demonstratiue Willing you ouer-looke this Pedigree And when you find him euenly deriu'd From his most fam'd of famous Ancestors Edward the third he bids you then resigne Your Crowne and Kingdome indirectly held From him the Natiue and true Challenger King Or else what followes Exe. Bloody constraint for if you hide the Crowne Euen in your hearts there will he rake for it Therefore in fierce Tempest is he comming In Thunder and in Earth-quake like a Ioue That if requiring faile he will compell And bids you in the Bowels of the Lord Deliuer vp the Crowne and to take mercie On the poore Soules
for whom this hungry Warre Opens his vastie Iawes and on your head Turning the Widdowes Teares the Orphans Cryes The dead-mens Blood the priuy Maidens Groanes For Husbands Fathers and betrothed Louers That shall be swallowed in this Controuersie This is his Clayme his Threatning and my Message Vnlesse the Dolphin be in presence here To whom expressely I bring greeting to King For vs we will consider of this further To morrow shall you beare our full intent Back to our Brother of England Dolph For the Dolphin I stand here for him what to him from England Exe. Scorne and defiance sleight regard contempt And any thing that may not mis-become The mightie Sender doth he prize you at Thus sayes my King and if your Fathers Highnesse Doe not in graunt of all demands at large Sweeten the bitter Mock you sent his Maiestie Hee 'le call you to so hot an Answer of it That Caues and Wombie Vaultages of France Shall chide your Trespas and returne your Mock In second Accent of his Ordinance Dolph Say if my Father render faire returne It is against my will for I desire Nothing but Oddes with England To that end as matching to his Youth and Vanitie I did present him with the Paris-Balls Exe. Hee 'le make your Paris Louer shake for it Were it the Mistresse Court of mightie Europe And be assur'd you 'le find a diff'rence As we his Subiects haue in wonder found Betweene the promise of his greener dayes And these he masters now now he weighes Time Euen to the vtmost Graine that you shall reade In your owne Losses if he stay in France King To morrow shall you know our mind at full Flourish Exe. Dispatch vs with all speed least that our King Come here himselfe to question our delay For he is footed in this Land already King You shal be soone dispatcht with faire conditions A Night is but small breathe and little pawse To answer matters of this consequence Exeunt Actus Secundus Flourish Enter Chorus Thus with imagin'd wing our swift Scene flyes In motion of no lesse celeritie then that of Thought Suppose that you haue seene The well-appointed King at Douer Peer Embarke his Royaltie and his braue Fleet With silken Streamers the young Phebus fayning Play with your Fancies and in them behold Vpon the Hempen Tackle Ship-boyes climbing Heare the shrill Whistle which doth order giue To sounds confus'd behold the threaden Sayles Borne with th' inuisible and creeping Wind Draw the huge Bottomes through the furrowed Sea Bresting the loftie Surge O doe but thinke You stand vpon the Riuage and behold A Citie on th' inconstant Billowes dauncing For so appeares this Fleet Maiesticall Holding due course to Harflew Follow follow Grapple your minds to sternage of this Nauie And leaue your England as dead Mid-night still Guarded with Grandsires Babyes and old Women Eyther past or not arriu'd to pyth and puissance For who is he whose Chin is but enricht With one appearing Hayre that will not follow These cull'd and choyse-drawne Caualiers to France Worke worke your Thoughts and therein see a Siege Behold the Ordenance on their Carriages With fatall mouthes gaping on girded Harflew Suppose th' Embassador from the French comes back Tells Harry That the King doth offer him Katherine his Daughter and with her to Dowrie Some petty and vnprofitable Dukedomes The offer likes not and the nimble Gunner With Lynstock now the diuellish Cannon touches Alarum and Chambers goe off And downe goes all before them Still be kind And eech out our performance with your mind Exit Enter the King Exeter Bedford and Gloucester Alarum Scaling Ladders at Harflew King Once more vnto the Breach Deare friends once more Or close the Wall vp with our English dead In Peace there 's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillnesse and humilitie But when the blast of Warre blowes in our eares Then imitate the action of the Tyger Stiffen the sinewes commune vp the blood Disguise faire Nature with hard-fauour'd Rage Then lend the Eye a terrible aspect Let it pry through the portage of the Head Like the Brasse Cannon let the Brow o'rewhelme it As fearefully as doth a galled Rocke O're-hang and iutty his confounded Base Swill'd with the wild and wastfull Ocean Now set the Teeth and stretch the Nosthrill wide Hold hard the Breath and bend vp euery Spirit To his full height On on you Noblish English Whose blood is fet from Fathers of Warre-proofe Fathers that like so many Alexanders Haue in these parts from Morne till Euen fought And sheath'd their Swords for lack of argument Dishonour not your Mothers now attest That those whom you call'd Fathers did beget you Be Coppy now to me of grosser blood And teach them how to Warre And you good Yeomen Whose Lyms were made in England shew vs here The mettell of your Pasture let vs sweare That you are worth your breeding which I doubt not For there is none of you so meane and base That hath not Noble luster in your eyes I see you stand like Grey-hounds in the slips Straying vpon the Start The Game 's afoot Follow your Spirit and vpon this Charge Cry God for Harry England and S. George Alarum and Chambers goe off Enter Nim Bardolph Pistoll and Boy Bard. On on on on on to the breach to the breach Nim. 'Pray thee Corporall stay the Knocks are too hot and for mine owne part I haue not a Case of Liues the humor of it is too hot that is the very plaine-Song of it Pist The plaine-Song is most iust for humors doe abound Knocks goe and come Gods Vassals drop and dye and Sword and Shield in bloody Field doth winne immortall fame Boy Would I were in an Ale-house in London I would giue all my fame for a Pot of Ale and safetie Pist And I If wishes would preuayle with me my purpose should not fayle with me but thither would I high Boy As duly but not as truly as Bird doth sing on bough Enter Fluellen Flu. Vp to the breach you Dogges auaunt you Cullions Pist Be mercifull great Duke to men of Mould abate thy Rage abate thy manly Rage abate thy Rage great Duke Good Bawcock bate thy Rage vse lenitie sweet Chuck Nim. These be good humors your Honor wins bad humors Exit Boy As young as I am I haue obseru'd these three Swashers I am Boy to them all three but all they three though they would serue me could not be Man to me for indeed three such Antiques doe not amount to a man for Bardolph hee is white-liuer'd and red-fac'd by the meanes whereof a faces it out but fights not for Pistoll hee hath a killing Tongue and a quiet Sword by the meanes whereof a breakes Words and keepes whole Weapons for Nim hee hath heard that men of few Words are the best men and therefore hee scornes to say his Prayers lest a should be thought a Coward but his few bad Words are matcht with as few
slaughter-men What say you Will you yeeld and this auoyd Or guiltie in defence be thus destroy'd Enter Gouernour Gouer. Our expectation hath this day an end The Dolphin whom of Succours we entreated Returnes vs that his Powers are yet not ready To rayse so great a Siege Therefore great King We yeeld our Towne and Liues to thy soft Mercy Enter our Gates dispose of vs and ours For we no longer are defensible King Open your Gates Come Vnckle Exeter Goe you and enter Harflew there remaine And fortifie it strongly ' gainst the French Vse mercy to them all for vs deare Vnckle The Winter comming on and Sicknesse growing Vpon our Souldiers we will retyre to Calis To night in Harflew will we be your Guest To morrow for the March are we addrest Flourish and enter the Towne Enter Katherine and an old Gentlewoman Kathe. Alice tu as este en Augleterre tu bien parlas le Language Alice En peu Madame Kath. Ie te prie m'ensigniez il faut que ie apprend a parlen Comient appelle vous le main en Anglois Alice Le main il appelle de Hand Kath. De Hand Alice Ele doyts Kat. Le doyts ma foy Ie oublie e doyt mays ie me souemeray le doyts ie pense qu'ils ont appelle de fingres on de fingres Alice Le main de Hand le doyts le Fingres ie pense que ie suis le bon escholier Kath. I' ay gaynie diux mots d' Anglois vistement coment appelle vous le ongles Alice Le ongles les appellons de Nayles Kath. De Nayles escoute dites moy si ie parle bien de Hand de Fingres e de Nayles Alice Cest bien dict Madame il fort bon Anglois Kath. Dites moy l' Anglois pour le bras Alice De Arme Madame Kath. E de coudee Alice D' Elbow Kath. D' Elbow Ie men fay le repiticio de touts les mots que vous maves apprins des a present Alice Il trop difficile Madame comme Ie pense Kath. Excuse moy Alice escoute d' Hand de Fingre de Nayles d' Arma de Bilbow Alice D' Elbow Madame Kath. O Seigneur Dieu ie men oublie d' Elbow coment appelle vous le col Alice De Nick Madame Kath. De Nick e le menton Alice De Chin. Kath. De Sin le col de Nick le menton de Sin Alice Ouy Sauf vostre honneur en verite vous pronouncies les mots ausi droict que le Natifs d' Angleterre Kath. Ie ne doute point d' apprendre par de grace de Dieu en peu de temps Alice N' aue vos y desia oublie ce que ie vous a enfignie Kath. Nome ie recitera a vous promptement d' Hand de Fingre de Maylees Alice De Nayles Madame Kath. De Nayles de Arme de Ilbow Alice Sans vostre honeus d' Elbow Kath. Ainsi de ie d' Elbow de Nick de Sin coment appelle vous les pied de roba Alice Le Foot Madame le Count. Kath. Le Foot le Count O Seignieur Dieu il sont le mots de son mauvais corruptible grosse impudique non pour lo Dames de Honeur d' vser le ne voudray pronouncer ce mots deuant le Seigneurs de France pour toute le monde fo le Foot le Count neant moys Ie recitera vn autrefoys ma lecon ensembe d' Hand de Fingre de Nayles d' Arme d' Elbow de Nick de Sin de Foot le Count. Alice Excellent Madame Kath. C ' est asses pour vne foyes alons nous a diner Exit Enter the King of France the Dolphin the Constable of France and others King 'T is certaine he hath past the Riuer Some Const And if he be not fought withall my Lord Let vs not liue in France let vs quit all And giue our Vineyards to a barbarous People Dolph O Dieu viuant Shall a few Sprayes of vs The emptying of our Fathers Luxurie Our Syens put in wilde and sauage Stock Spirt vp so suddenly into the Clouds And ouer-looke their Grafters Brit. Normans but bastard Normans Norman bastards Mort du mavie if they march along Vnfought withall but I will sell my Dukedome To buy a slobbry and a durtie Farme In that nooke-shotten I le of Albion Const Dieu de Battailes where haue they this mettell Is not their Clymate foggy raw and dull On whom as in despight the Sunne lookes pale Killing their Fruit with frownes Can sodden Water A Drench for sur-reyn'd âades their Baâly broth Decoct their cold blood to such valiant heat And shall our quick blood spirited with Wine Seeme frostie O for honor of our Land Let vs not hang like roping Isyckles Vpon our Houses Thatch whiles a more frostie People Sweat drops of gallant Youth in our rich fields Poore we call them in their Natiue Lords Dolphin By Faith and Honor Our Madames mock at vs and plainely say Our Mettell is bred out and they will giue Their bodyes to the Lust of English Youth To new-store France with Bastard Warriors Brit. They bid vs to the English Dancing-Schooles And teach Lauolta's high and swift Carranto's Saying our Grace is onely in our Heeles And that we are most loftie Run-awayes King Where is Montioy the Herald speed him hence Let him greet England with our sharpe defiance Vp Princes and with spirit of Honor edged More sharper then your Swords high to the field Charles Delabreth High Constable of France You Dukes of Orleance Burbon and of Berry Alanson Brabant Bar and Burgonic Iaques Chattillion Rambures Vandemont Beumont Grand Free Roussi and Faulconbridge Loys Lestrale Bouciquall and Charaloyes High Dukes great Princes Barons Lords and Kings For your great Seats now quit you of great shames Barre Harry England that sweepes through our Land With Penons painted in the blood of Haâflew Rush on his Hoast as doth the melted Snow Vpon the Valleyes whose low Vassall Seat The Alpes doth spit and void his rhewme vpon Goe downe vpon him you haue Power enough And in a Captiue Chariot into Roan Bring him our Prisoner Const. This becomes the Great Sorry am I his numbers are so few His Souldiers sick and famisht in their March For I am sure when he shall see our Army Hee 'le drop his heart into the sinck of feare And for atchieuement offer vs his Ransome King Therefore Lord Constable hast on Montioy And let him say to England that we send To know what willing Ransome he will giue Prince Dolphin you shall stay with vs in Roan Dolph Not so I doe beseech your Maiestie King Be patient for you shall remaine with vs. Now forth Lord Constable and Princes all And quickly bring vs word of Englands fall Exeunt Enter Captaines English and Welch Gower and Fluellen Gower How now Captaine Fluellen come
you from the Bridge Flu. I assure you there is very excellent Seruices committed at the Bridge Gower Is the Duke of Exeter safe Flu. The Duke of Exeter is as magnanimous as Agamemnon and a man that I loue and honour with my soule and my heart and my dutie and my liue and my liuing and my vttermost power He is not God be praysed and blessed any hurt in the World but keepes the Bridge most valiantly with excellent discipline There is an aunchient Lieutenant there at the Pridge I thinke in my very conscience hee is as valiant a man as Marke Anthony and hee is a man of no estimation in the World but I did see him doe as gallant seruice Gower What doe you call him Flu. Hee is call'd aunchient Pistoll Gower I know him not Enter Pistoll Flu. Here is the man Pist Captaine I thee beseech to doe me fauours the Duke of Exeter doth loue thee well Flu. I I prayse God and I haue merited some loue at his hands Pist. Bardolph a Souldier firme and sound of heart and of buxome valour hath by cruell Fate and giddie Fortunes furious fickle Wheele that Goddesse blind that stands vpon the rolling restlesse Stone Flu. By your patience aunchient Pistoll Fortune is painted blinde with a Muffler afore his eyes to signifie to you that Fortune is blinde and shee is painted also with a Wheele to signifie to you which is the Morall of it that shee is turning and inconstant and mutabilitie and variation and her foot looke you is fixed vpon a Sphericall Stone which rowles and rowles and rowles in good truth the Poet makes a most excellent description of it Fortune is an excellent Morall Pist Fortune is Bardolphs foe and frownes on him for he hath stolne a Pax and hanged must a be a damned death let Gallowes gape for Dogge let Man goe free and let not Hempe his Wind-pipe suffocate but Exeter hath giuen the doome of death for Pax of little price Therefore goe speake the Duke will heare thy voyce and let not Bardolphs vitall thred bee cut with edge of Penny-Cord and vile reproach Speake Captaine for his Life and I will thee requite Flu. Aunchient Pistoll I doe partly vnderstand your meaning Pist Why then reioyce therefore Flu. Certainly Aunchient it is not a thing to reioyce at for if looke you he were my Brother I would desire the Duke to vse his good pleasure and put him to execution for discipline ought to be vsed Pist Dye and be dam'd and Figo for thy friendship Flu. It is well Pist The Figge of Spaine Exit Flu. Very good Gower Why this is an arrant counterfeit Rascall I remember him now a Bawd a Cut-purse Flu. I le assure you a vtt'red as praue words at the Pridge as you shall see in a Summers day but it is very well what he ha's spoke to me that is well I warrant you when time is serue Gower Why 't is a Gull a Foole a Rogue that now and then goes to the Warres to grace himselfe at his returne into London vnder the forme of a Souldier and such fellowes are perfit in the Great Commanders Names and they will learne you by rote where Seruices were done at such and such a Sconce at such a Breach at such a Conuoy who came off brauely who was shot who disgrac'd what termes the Enemy stood on and this they conne perfitly in the phrase of Warre which they tricke vp with new-tuned Oathes and what a Beard of the Generalls Cut and a horride Sute of the Campe will doe among foming Bottles and Ale-washt Wits is wonderfull to be thought on but you must learne to know such slanders of the age or else you may be maruellously mistooke Flu. I tell you what Captaine Gower I doe perceiue hee is not the man that hee would gladly make shew to the World hee is if I finde a hole in his Coat I will tell him my minde hearke you the King is comming and I must speake with him from the Pridge Drum and Colours Enter the King and his poore Souldiers Flu. God plesse your Maiestie King How now Fluellen cam'st thou from the Bridge Flu. I so please your Maiestie The Duke of Exeter ha's very gallantly maintain'd the Pridge the French is gone off looke you and there is gallant and most praue passages marry th' athuersarie was haue possession of the Pridge but he is enforced to retyre and the Duke of Exeter is Master of the Pridge I can tell your Maiestie the Duke is a praue man King What men haue you lost Fluellen Flu. The perdition of th' athuersarie hath beene very great reasonnable great marry for my part I thinke the Duke hath lost neuer a man but one that is like to be executed for robbing a Church one Bardolph if your Maiestie know the man his face is all bubukles and whelkes and knobs and flames a fire and his lippes blowes at his nose and it is like a coale of fire sometimes plew and sometimes red but his nose is executed and his fire 's out King Wee would haue all such offendors so cut off and we giue expresse charge that in our Marches through the Countrey there be nothing compell'd from the Villages nothing taken but pay'd for none of the French vpbrayded or abused in disdainefull Language for when Leuitie and Crueltie play for a Kingdome the gentler Gamester is the soonest winner Tucket Enter Mountioy Mountioy You know me by my habit King Well then I know thee what shall I know of thee Mountioy My Masters mind King Vnfold it Mountioy Thus sayes my King Say thou to Harry of England Though we seem'd dead we did but sleepe Aduantage is a better Souldier then rashnesse Tell him wee could haue rebuk'd him at Harflewe but that wee thought not good to bruise an iniurie till it were full ripe Now wee speake vpon our Q. and our voyce is imperiall England shall repent his folly see his weakenesse and admire our sufferance Bid him therefore consider of his ransome which must proportion the losses we haue borne the subiects we haue lost the disgrace we haue digested which in weight to re-answer his pettinesse would bow vnder For our losses his Exchequer is too poore for th' effusion of our bloud the Muster of his Kingdome too faint a number and for our disgrace his owne person kneeling at our feet but a weake and worthlesse satisfaction To this adde defiance and tell him for conclusion he hath betrayed his followers whose condemnation is pronounc't So farre my King and Master so much my Office King What is thy name I know thy qualitie Mount Mountioy King Thou doo'st thy Office fairely Turne thee back And tell thy King I doe not seeke him now But could be willing to march on to Callice Without impeachment for to say the sooth Though 't is no wisdome to confesse so much Vnto an enemie of Craft and Vantage My people are with sicknesse much enfeebled My numbers
should be a Gentleman perpend my words O Signieur Dewe and marke O Signieur Dewe thou dyest on point of Fox except O Signieur thou doe giue to me egregious Ransome French O prennes miserecordie aye pitez de moy Pist Moy shall not serue I will haue fortie Moyes for I will fetch thy rymme out at thy Throat in droppes of Crimson blood French Est il impossible d'eschapper le force de ton bras Pist Brasse Curre thou damned and luxurious Mountaine Goat offer'st me Brasse French O perdonne moy Pist Say'st thou me so is that a Tonne of Moyes Come hither boy aske me this slaue in French what is his Name Boy Escoute comment estes vous appelle French Mounsieur le Fer. Boy He sayes his Name is M. Fer. Pist M. Fer I le fer him and firke him and ferret him discusse the same in French vnto him Boy I doe not know the French for fer and ferret and firke Pist Bid him prepare for I will cut his throat French Que dit il Mounsieur Boy Il me commande a vous dire que vous faite vous prost car ce soldat icy est disposee tout asture de couppes vostre gorge Pist Owy cuppele gorge permafoy pesant vnlesse thou giue me Crownes braue Crownes or mangled shalt thou be by this my Sword French O Ie vous supplie pour l'amour de Dieu ma pardonner Ie suis le Gentilhome de bon maison garde ma vie Ie vous donneray deux cent escus Pist What are his words Boy He prayes you to saue his life he is a Gentleman of a good house and for his ransom he will giue you two hundred Crownes Pist Tell him my fury shall abate and I the Crownes will take Fren. Petit Monsieur que dit il Boy Encore qu il et contra son Iurement de pardonner aucune prisonner neant-monâ pour les escues que vous layt a promets il est content a vous donnes lo liberie le franchisement Fre. Sur mes genoux se vous donnes milles remercious et Ie me estime heurex que Ie intombe entre les main d'vn Cheualier Ie peuse le plus brane valiant et tres distinie signieur d' Anglererre Pist Expound vnto me boy Boy He giues you vpon his knees a thousand thanks and he esteemes himselfe happy that he hath falne into the hands of one as he thinker the most braue valorous and thrice-worthy signeur of England Pist As I sucke blood I will some mercy shew Follow mee Boy Saaue vous lo grand Capitaine I did neuer know so full a voyce issue from so emptie a heart but the saying is true The empty vessel makes the greatest sound Bardolse and Nym had tenne times more valour then this roaring diuell i' th olde play that euerie one may payre his nayles with a woodden dagger and they are both hang'd and so would this be if hee durst steale any thing adueuturously I must stay with the Lackies with the luggage of our camp the French might haue a good pray of vs if he knew of it for there is none to guard it but boyes Exit Enter Constable Orleance Burbon Dolphin and Ramburs Con. O Diable Orl. O signeur le iour et perdia toute et perdie Dol. Mor Dieu ma vie all is confounded all Reproach and euerlasting shame Sits mocking in our Plumes A short Alarum O meschante Fortune do not runne away Con. Why all our rankes are broke Dol. O perdurable shame let 's stab our selues Be these the wretches that we plaid at dice for Orl. Is this the King we sent too for his ransome Bur. Shame and eternall shame nothing but shame Let vs dye in once more backe againe And he that will not follow Burbon now Let him go hence and with his cap in hand Like a base Pander hold the Chamber doore Whilst a base slaue no gentler then my dogge His fairest daughter is contaminated Con. Disorder that hath spoyl'd vs friend vs now Let vs on heapes go offer vp our liues Orl. We are enow yet liuing in the Field To smother vp the English in our throngs If any order might be thought vpon Bur. The diuell take Order now I le to the throng Let life be short else shame will be too long Exit Alarum Enter the King and his trayne with Prisoners King Well haue we done thrice-valiant Countrimen But all 's not done yet keepe the French the field Exe. The D. of York commends him to your Maiesty King Liues he good Vnckle thrice within this houre I saw him downe thrice vp againe and fighting From Helmet to the spurre all blood he was Exe. In which array braue Soldier doth he lye Larding the plaine and by his bloody side Yoake-fellow to his honour-owing-wounds The Noble Earle of Suffolke also lyes Suffolke first dyed and Yorke all hagled ouer Comes to him where in gore he lay insteeped And takes him by the Beard kisses the gashes That bloodily did yawne vpon his face He cryes aloud Tarry my Cosin Suffolke My soule shall thine keepe company to heauen Tarry sweet soule for mine then flye a-brest As in this glorious and well-foughten field We kept together in our Chiualrie Vpon these words I came and cheer'd him vp He smil'd me in the face raught me his hand And with a feeble gripe sayes Deere my Lord Commend my seruice to my Soueraigne So did he turne and ouer Suffolkes necke He threw his wounded arme and kist his lippes And so espous'd to death with blood he seal'd A Testament of Noble-ending-loue The prettie and sweet manner of it forc'd Those waters from me which I would haue stop'd But I had not so much of man in mee And all my mother came into mine eyes And gaue me vp to teares King I blame you not For hearing this I must perforce compound With mixtfull eyes or they will issue to Alarum But hearke what new alarum is this same The French haue re-enforc'd their scatter'd men Then euery souldiour kill his Prisoners Giue the word through Exit Actus Quartus Enter Fluellen and Gower Flu. Kill the poyes and the luggage 'T is expressely against the Law of Armes t is as arrant a peece of knauery marke you now as can bee offert in your Conscience now is it not Gow T is certaine there 's not a boy left aliue and the Cowardly Rascalls that ranne from the battaile ha' done this slaughter besides they haue burned and carried away all that was in the Kings Tent wherefore the King most worthily hath caus'd euery soldiour to cut his prisoners throat O 't is a gallant King Flu. I hee was porne at Monmouth Captaine Gower What call you the Townes name where Alexander the pig was borne Gow Alexander the Great Flu. Why I pray you is not pig great The pig or the great or the mighty or the huge or the magnanimous are all
one reckonings saue the phrase is a litle variations Gower I thinke Alexander the Great was borne in Macedon his Father was called Phillip of Macedon as I take it Flu. I thinke it is in Macedon where Alexander is porne I tell you Captaine if you looke in the Maps of the Orld I warrant you sall finde in the comparisons betweene Macedon Monmouth that the situations looke you is both alike There is a Riuer in Macedon there is also moreouer a Riuer at Monmouth it is call'd Wye at Monmouth but it is out of my praines what is the name of the other Riuer but 't is all one t is alike as my fingers is to my fingers and there is Salmons in both If you marke Alexanders life well Harry of Monmouthes life is come after it indifferent well for there is figures in all things Alexander God knowes and you know in his rages and his furies and his wraths and his choller 's and his moodes and his displeasures and his indignations and also being a little intoxicates in his praines did in his Ales and his angers looke you kill his best friend Clytus Gow Our King is not like him in that he neuer kill'd any of his friends Flu. It is not well done marke you now to take the tales out of my mouth ere it is made and finished I speak but in the figures and comparisons of it as Alexander kild his friend Clytus being in his Ales and his Cuppes so also Harry Monmouth being in his right wittes and his good iudgements turn'd away the fat Knight with the great belly doublet he was full of iests and gypes and knaueries and mockes I haue forgot his name Gow Sir Iohn Falstaffe Flu. That is he I le tell you there is good men porne at Monmouth Gow Heere comes his Maiesty Alarum Enter King Harry and Burbon with prisoners Flourish King I was not angry since I came to France Vntill this instant Take a Trumpet Herald Ride thou vnto the Horsemen on yond hill If they will fight with vs bid them come downe Or voyde the field they do offend our sight If they 'l do neither we will come to them And make them sker away as swift as stones Enforced from the old Assyrian slings Besides wee 'l cut the throats of those we haue And not a man of them that we shall take Shall taste our mercy Go and tell them so Enter Montioy Exe. Here comes the Herald of the French my Liege Glou. His eyes are humbler then they vs'd to be King How now what meanes this Herald Knowst thou not That I haue fin'd these bones of mine for ransome Com'st thou againe for ransome Her No great King I come to thee for charitable License That we may wander ore this bloody field To booke our dead and then to bury them To sort our Nobles from our common men For many of our Princes woe the while Lye drown'd and soak'd in mercenary blood So do our vulgar drench their peasant limbes In blood of Princes and with wounded steeds Fret fet-locke deepe in gore and with wilde rage Yerke out their armed heeles at their dead masters Killing them twice O giue vs leaue great King To view the field in safety and dispose Of their dead bodies Kin. I tell thee truly Herald I know not if the day be ours or no For yet a many of your horsemen peere And gallop ore the field Her The day is yours Kin. Praised be God and not our strength for it What is this Castle call'd that stands hard by Her They call it Agincourt King Then call we this the field of Agincourt Fought on the day of Crispin Crispianus Flu. Your Grandfather of famous memory an 't please your Maiesty and your great Vncle Edward the Placke Prince of Wales as I haue read in the Chronicles fought a most praue pattle here in France Kin. They did Fluellen Flu. Your Maiesty sayes very true If your Maiesties is remembred of it the Welchmen did good seruice in a Garden where Leekes did grow wearing Leekes in their Monmouth caps which your Maiesty know to this houre is an honourable badge of the seruice And I do beleeue your Maiesty takes no scorne to weare the Leeke vppon S. Tauâes day King I weare it for a memorable honor For I am Welch you know good Countriman Flu. All the water in Wye cannot wash your Maiesties Welsh plood out of your pody I can tell you that God plesse it and preserue it as long as it pleases his Grace and his Maiesty too Kin. Thankes good my Countrymen Flu. By leshu I am your Maiesties Countreyman I care not who know it I will confesse it to all the Orld I need not to be ashamed of your Maiesty praised be God so long as your Maiesty is an honest man King Good keepe me so Enter Williams Our Heralds go with him Bring me iust notice of the numbers dead On both our parts Call yonder fellow hither Exe. Souldier you must come to the King Kin. Souldier why wear'st thou that Gloue in thy Cappe Will. And 't please your Maiesty t is the gage of one that I should fight withall if he be aliue Kin. An Englishman Wil. And 't please your Maiesty a Rascall that swaggeâ'd with me last night who if aliue and euer dare to challenge this Gloue I haue sworne to take him a boxe a' th ere or if I can see my Gloue in his cappe which he swore as he was a Souldier he would weare if aliue I wil strike it out soundly Kin. What thinke you Captaine Fluellen is it fit this souldier keepe his oath Flu. Hee is a Crauen and a Villaine else and 't please your Maiesty in my conscience King It may bee his enemy is a Gentleman of great sort quite from the answer of his degree Flu. Though he be as good a Ientleman as the diuel is as Lucifer and Belzebub himselfe it is necessary looke your Grace that he keepe his vow and his oath If hee bee periur'd see you now his reputation is as arrant a villaine and a lacke sawce as euer his blacke shoo trodd vpon Gods ground and his earth in my conscience law King Then keepe thy vow sirrah when thou meet'st the fellow Wil. So I wil my Liege as I liue King Who seru'st thou vnder Will. Vnder Captaine Gower my Liege Flu. Gower is a good Captaine and is good knowledge and literatured in the Warres King Call him hither to me Souldier Will. I will my Liege Exit King Here Fluellen weare thou this fauour for me and sticke it in thy Cappe when Alanson and my selfe were downe together I plackt this Gloue from his Helme If any man challenge this hee is a friend to Alanson and an enemy to our Person if thou encounter any such apprehend him and thou do'st me loue Flu. Your Grace doo's me as great Honors as can be desir'd in the hearts of his Subiects I would faine see the man
that ha's but two legges that shall find himselfe agreesd at this Gloue that is all but I would faine see it once and please God of his grace that I might see King Know'st thou Gower Flu. He is my deare friend and please you King Pray thee goe seeke him and bring him to my Tent. Flu. I will fetch him Exit King My Lord of Warwick and my Brother Gloster Follow Fluellen closely at the heeles The Gloue which I haue giuen him for a fauour May haply purchase him a box a' th' care It is the Souldiers I by bargaine should Weare it my selfe Follow good Cousin Warwick If that the Souldier strike him as I iudge By his blunt bearing he will keepe his word Some sodaine mischiefe may arise of it For I doe know Fluellen valiant And toucht with Choler hot as Gunpowder And quickly will returne an iniurie Follow and see there be no harme betweene them Goe you with me Vnckle of Exeter Exeunt Enter Gower and Williams Will. I warrant it is to Knight you Captaine Enter Fluellen Flu. Gods will and his pleasure Captaine I beseech you now come apace to the King there is more good toward you peraduenture then is in your knowledge to dreame of Will. Sir know you this Gloue Flu. Know the Gloue I know the Gloue is a Gloue Will. I know this and thus I challenge it Strikes him Flu. ' Sblâd an arrant Traytor as anyes in the Vniuersall World or in France or in England Gower How now Sir you Villaine Will. Doe you thinke I le be forsworne Flu. Stand away Captaine Gower I will giue Treason his payment into plowes I warrant you Will. I am no Traytor Flu. That 's a Lye in thy Throat I charge you in his Maiesties Name apprehend him he 's a friend of the Duke Alansons Enter Warwick and Gloucester Warw. How now how now what 's the matter Flu. My Lord of Warwick heere is praysed be God for it a most contagious Treason come to light looke you as you shall desire in a Summers day Heere is his Maiestie Enter King and Exeter King How now what 's the matter Flu. My Liege heere is a Villaine and a Traytor that looke your Grace ha's strooke the Gloue which your Maiestie is take out of the Helmet of Alanson Will. My Liege this was my Gloue here is the fellow of it and he that I gaue it to in change promis'd to weare it in his Cappe I promis'd to strike him if he did I met this man with my Gloue in his Cappe and I haue been as good as my word Flu. Your Maiestie heare now sauing your Maiesties Manhood what an arrant rascally beggerly lowsie Knaue it is I hope your Maiestie is peare me testimonie and witnesse and will auouchment that this is the Gloue of Alanson that your Maiestie is giue me in your Conscience now King Giue me thy Gloue Souldier Looke heere is the fellow of it 'T was I indeed thou promised'st to strike And thou hast giuen me most bitter termes Flu. And please your Maiestie let his Neck answere for it if there is any Marshall Law in the World King How canst thou make me satisfaction Will. All offences my Lord come from the heart neuer came any from mine that might offend your Maiestie King It was our selfe thou didst abuse Will. Your Maiestie came not like your selfe you appear'd to me but as a common man witnesse the Night your Garments your Lowlinesse and what your Highnesse suffer'd vnder that shape I beseech you take it for your owne fauât and not mine for had you beene as I tooke you for I made no offence therefore I beseech your Highnesse pardon me King Here Vnckle Exeter fill this Gloue with Crownes And giue it to this fellow Keepe it fellow And weare it for an Honor in thy Cappe Till I doe challenge it Giue him the Crownes And Captaine you must needs be friends with him Flu. By this Day and this Light the fellow ha's mettell enough in his belly Hold there is twelue-pence for you and I pray you to serue God and keepe you out of prawles and prabbles and quarrels and dissentions and I warrant you it is the better for you Will. I will none of your Money Flu. It is with a good will I can tell you it will serue you to mend your shooes come wherefore should you be so pashfull your shooes is not so good 't is a good silling I warrant you or I will change it Enter Herauld King Now Herauld are the dead numbred Herald Heere is the number of the slaught'red French King What Prisoners of good sort are taken Vnckle Exe. Charles Duke of Orleance Nephew to the King Iohn Duke of Burbon and Lord Bouchiquald Of other Lords and Barons Knights and Squires Full fifteene hundred besides common men King This Note doth tell me of ten thousand French That in the field lye slaine of Princes in this number And Nobles bearing Banners there lye dead One hundred twentie six added to these Of Knights Esquires and gallant Gentlemen Eight thousand and foure hundred of the which Fiue hundred were but yesterday dubb'd Knights So that in these ten thousand they haue lost There are but sixteene hundred Mercenaries The rest are Princes Barons Lords Knights Squires And Gentlemen of bloud and qualitie The Names of those their Nobles that lye dead Charles Delabreth High Constable of France Iaques of Chatilion Admirall of France The Master of the Crosse-bowes Lord Rambures Great Master of France the braue Sir Guichard Dolphin Iohn Duke of Alanson Anthonie Duke of Brabant The Brother to the Duke of Burgundie And Edward Duke of Barr of lustie Earles Grandpree and Roussie Fauconbridge and Foyes Beaumont and Marle Vandemont and Lestrale Here was a Royall fellowship of death Where is the number of our English dead Edward the Duke of Yorke the Earle of Suffolke Sir Richard Ketly Dauy Gam Esquire None else of name and of all other men But fiue and twentie O God thy Arme was heere And not to vs but to thy Arme alone Ascribe we all when without stratagem But in plaine shock and euen play of Battaile Was euer knowne so great and little losse On one part and on th' other take it God For it is none but thine Exet. 'T is wonderfull King Come goe me in procession to the Village And be it death proclaymed through our Hoast To boast of this or take that prayse from God Which is his onely Flu. Is it not lawfull and please your Maiestie to tell how many is kill'd King Yes Captaine but with this acknowledgement That God fought for vs. Flu. Yes my conscience he did vs great good King Doe we all holy Rights Let there be sung Non nobis and Te Deum The dead with charitie enclos'd in Clay And then to Callice and to England then Where ne're from France arriu'd more happy men Exeunt Actus Quintus Enter Chorus Vouchsafe to those that haue not read the
As we are now glad to behold your eyes Your eyes which hitherto haue borne In them against the French that met them in their bent The fatall Balls of murthering Basiliskes The venome of such Lookes we fairely hope Haue lost their qualitie and that this day Shall change all griefes and quarrels into loue Eng. To cry A men to that thus we appeare Quee. You English Princes all I doe salute you Burg. My dutie to you both on equall loue Great Kings of France and England that I haue labour'd With all my wits my paines and strong endeuors To bring your most Imperiall Maiesties Vnto this Barre and Royall enterview Your Mightinesse on both parts best can witnesse Since then my Office hath so farre preuayl'd That Face to Face and Royall Eye to Eye You haue congreeted let it not disgrace me If I demand before this Royall view What Rub or what Impediment there is Why that the naked poore and mangled Peace Deare Nourse of Arts Plentyes and ioyfull Births Should not in this best Garden of the World Our fertile France put vp her louely Visage Alas shee hath from France too long been chas'd And all her Husbandry doth lye on heapes Corrupting in it owne fertilitie Her Vine the merry chearer of the heart Vnpruned dyes her Hedges euen pleach'd Like Prisoners wildly ouer-growne with hayre Put forth disorder'd Twigs her fallow Leas The Darnell Hemlock and âanke Femetary Doth tooâ vpon while that the Culter rusts That should deâacinate such Sauagery The euen Meade that erst brought sweetly forth The freckled Cowslip Burnet and greene Clouer Wanting the Sythe withall vncorrected ranke Conceiues by idlenesse and nothing teemes But hatefull Docks rough Thistles Keksyes Burres Loosing both beautie and vtilitie And all our Vineyards Fallowes Meades and Hedges Defectiue in their natures grow to wildnesse Euen so our Houses and our selues and Children Haue lost or doe not learne for want of time The Sciences that should become our Countrey But grow like Sauages as Souldiers will That nothing doe but meditate on Blood To Swearing and sterne Lookes defus'd Attyre And euery thing that seemes vnnaturall Which to reduce into our former fauour You are assembled and my speech entreats That I may know the Let why gentle Peace Should not expell these inconueniences And blesse vs with her former qualities Eng. If Duke of Burgonie you would the Peace Whose want giues growth to th' imperfections Which you haue cited you must buy that Peace With full accord to all our iust demands Whose Tenures and particular effects You haue enschedul'd briefely in your hands Burg. The King hath heard them to the which as yet There is no Answer made Eng. Well then the Peace which you before so vrg'd Lyes in his Answer France I haue but with a curselarie eye O're-glanc't the Articles Pleaseth your Grace To appoint some of your Councell presently To sit with vs once more with better heed To re-suruey them we will suddenly Passe our accept and peremptorie Answer England Brother we shall Goe Vnckle Exeter And Brother Clarence and you Brother Gloucester Warwick and Huntington goe with the King And take with you free power to ratifie Augment or alter as your Wisdomes best Shall see aduantageable for our Dignitie Any thing in or out of our Demands And wee 'le consigne thereto Will you faire Sister Goe with the Princes or stay here with vs Quee. Our gracious Brother I will goe with them Happily a Womans Voyce may doe some good When Articles too nicely vrg'd be stood on England Yet leaue our Cousin Katherine here with vs She is our capitall Demand compris'd Within the fore-ranke of our Articles Quee. She hath good leaue Exeunt omnes Manet King and Katherine King Faire Katherine and most faire Will you vouchsafe to teach a Souldier tearmes Such as will enter at a Ladyes eare And pleade his Loue-suit to her gentle heart Kath. Your Maiestie shall mock at me I cannot speake your England King O faire Katherine if you will loue me soundly with your French heart I will be glad to heare you confesse it brokenly with your English Tongue Doe you like me Kate Kath. Pardonne moy I cannot tell wat is like me King An Angell is like you Kate and you are like an Angell Kath. Que dit il que Ie suis semblable a les Anges Lady Ouy verayment sauf vostre Grace ainsi dit il King I said so deare Katherine and I must not blush to affirme it Kath. O bon Dieu les langues des hommes sont plein de tromperies King What sayes she faire one that the tongues of men are full of deceits Lady Ouy dat de tongeus of de mans is be full of deceits dat is de Princesse King The Princesse is the better English-woman yfaith Kate my wooing is fit for thy vnderstanding I am glad thou canst speake no better English for if thou could'st thou would'st finde me such a plaine King that thou wouldst thinke I had sold my Farme to buy my Crowne I know no wayes to mince it in loue but directly to say I loue you then if you vrge me farther then to say Doe you in faith I weare out my suite Giue me your answer yfaith doe and so clap hands and a bargaine how say you Lady Kath. Sauf vostre honeur me vnderstand well King Marry if you would put me to Verses or to Dance for your sake Kate why you vndid me for the one I haue neither words nor measure and for the other I haue no strength in measure yet a reasonable measure in strength If I could winne a Lady at Leape-frogge or by vawting into my Saddle with my Armour on my backe vnder the correction of bragging be it spoken I should quickly leape into a Wife Or if I might buffet for my Loue or bound my Horse for her fauours I could lay on like a Butcher and sit like a Iack an Apes neuer off But before God Kate I cannot looke greenely nor gaspe out my eloquence nor I haue no cunning in protestation onely downe-right Oathes which I neuer vse till vrg'd nor neuer breake for vrging If thou canst loue a fellow of this temper Kate whose face is not worth Sunne-burning that neuer lookes in his Glasse for loue of any thing he sees there let thine Eye be thy Cooke I speake to thee plaine Souldier If thou canst loue me for this take me if not to say to thee that I shall dye is true but for thy loue by the L. No yet I loue thee too And while thou liu'st deare Kate take a fellow of plaine and vncoyned Constancie for he perforce must do thee right because he hath not the gift to wooe in other places for these fellowes of infinit tongue that can ryme themselues into Ladyes sauours they doe alwayes reason themselues out againe What a speaker is but a prater a Ryme is but a Ballad a good Legge will fall a strait Backe will
her then being a Maid yet ros'd ouer with the Virgin Crimson of Modestie if shee deny the apparance of a naked blinde Boy in her naked seeing selfe It were my Lord a hard Condition for a Maid to consigne to King Yet they doe winke and yeeld as Loue is blind and enforces Burg. They are then excus'd my Lord when they see not what they doe King Then good my Lord teach your Cousin to consent winking Burg. I will winke on her to consent my Lord if you will teach her to know my meaning for Maides well Summer'd and warme kept are like Flyes at Bartholomew-tyde blinde though they haue their eyes and then they will endure handling which before would not abide looking on King This Morall tyes me ouer to Time and a hot Summer and so I shall catch the Flye your Cousin in the latter end and shee must be blinde to Burg. As Loue is my Lord before it loues King It is so and you may some of you thanke Loue for my blindnesse who cannot see many a faire French Citie for one faire French Maid that stands in my way French King Yes my Lord you see them perspectiuely the Cities turn'd into a Maid for they are all gyrdled with Maiden Walls that Warre hath entred England Shall Kate be my Wife France So please you England I am content so the Maiden Cities you talke of may wait on her so the Maid that stood in the way for my Wish shall shew me the way to my Will France Wee haue consented to all tearmes of reason England Is' t so my Lords of England West The King hath graunted euery Article His Daughter first and in sequele all According to their firme proposed natures Exet. Onely he hath not yet subscribed this Where your Maiestie demands That the King of France hauing any occasion to write for matter of Graunt shall name your Highnesse in this forme and with this addition in French Nostre trescher filz Henry Roy d' Angleterre Heretere de Fraunce and thus in Latine Praeclarissimus Filius noster Henricus Rex Angliae Heres Franciae France Nor this I haue not Brother so deny'd But your request shall make me let it passe England I pray you then in loue and deare allyance Let that one Article ranke with the rest And thereupon giue me your Daughter France Take her faire Sonne and from her blood rayse vp Issue to me that the contending Kingdomes Of France and England whose very shoares looke pale With enuy of each others happinesse May cease their hatred and this deare Coniunction Plant Neighbour-hood and Christian-like accord In their sweet Bosomes that neuer Warre aduance His bleeding Sword 'twixt England and faire France Lords Amen King Now welcome Kate and beare me witnesse all That here I kisse her as my Soueraigne Queene Flourish Quee. God the best maker of all Marriages Combine your hearts in one your Realmes in one As Man and Wife being two are one in loue So be there 'twixt your Kingdomes such a Spousall That neuer may ill Office or fell Iealousie Which troubles oft the Bed of blessed Marriage Thrust in betweene the Pation of these Kingdomes To make diuorce of their incorporate League That English may as French French Englishmen Receiue each other God speake this Amen All. Amen King Prepare we for our Marriage on which day My Lord of Burgundy wee 'le take your Oath And all the Peeres for suretie of our Leagues Then shall I sweare to Kate and you to me And may our Oathes well kept and prosp'rous be Senet Exeunt Enter Chorus Thus farre with rough and all-vnable Pen Our bending Author hath pursu'd the Story In little roome confining mightie men Mangling by starts the full course of their glory Small time but in that small most greatly liued This Starre of England Fortune made his Sword By which the Worlds best Garden he atchieued And of it left his Sonne Imperiall Lord. Henry the Sixt in Infant Bands crown'd King Of France and England did this King succeed Whose State so many had the managing That they lost France and made his England bleed Which oft our Stage hath showne and for their sake In your faire minds let this acceptance take FINIS The first Part of Henry the Sixt. Actus Primus Scoena Prima Dead March Enter the Funerall of King Henry the Fift attended on by the Duke of Bedford Regent of France the Duke of Gloster Protector the Duke of Exeter Warwicke the Bishop of Winchester and the Duke of Somerset Bedford HVng be y e heauens with black yield day to night Comets importing change of Times and States Brandish your crystall Tresses in the Skie And with them scourge the bad reuolting Stars That haue consented vnto Henries death King Henry the Fift too famous to liue long England ne're lost a King of so much worth Glost England ne're had a King vntill his time Vertue he had deseruing to command His brandisht Sword did blinde men with his beames His Armes spred wider then a Dragons Wings His sparkling Eyes repleat with wrathfull fire More dazled and droue back his Enemies Then mid-day Sunne fierce bent against their faces What should I say his Deeds exceed all speech He ne're lift vp his Hand but conquered Exe. We mourne in black why mourn we not in blood Henry is dead and neuer shall reuiue Vpon a Woodden Coffin we attend And Deaths dishonourable Victorie We with our stately presence glorifie Like Captiues bound to a Triumphant Carre What shall we curse the Planets of Mishap That plotted thus our Glories ouerthrow Or shall we thinke the subtile-witted French Coniurers and Sorcerers that afraid of him By Magick Verses haue contriu'd his end Winch. He was a King blest of the King of Kings Vnto the French the dreadfull Iudgement-Day So dreadfull will not be as was his sight The Battailes of the Lord of Hosts he fought The Churches Prayers made him so prosperous Glost The Church where is it Had not Church-men pray'd His thred of Life had not so soone decay'd None doe you like but an effeminate Prince Whom like a Schoole-boy you may ouer-awe Winch. Gloster what ere we like thou art Protector And lookest to command the Prince and Realme Thy Wife is prowd she holdeth thee in awe More then God or Religious Church-men may Glost Name not Religion for thou lou'st the Flesh And ne're throughout the yeere to Church thou go'st Except it be to pray against thy foes Bed Cease cease these Iarres rest your minds in peace Let 's to the Altar Heralds wayt on vs In stead of Gold wee 'le offer vp our Armes Since Armes auayle not now that Henry's dead Posteritie await for wretched yeeres When at their Mothers moistned eyes Babes shall suck Our Ile be made a Nourish of salt Teares And none but Women left to wayle the dead Henry the Fift thy Ghost I inuocate Prosper this Realme keepe it from Ciuill Broyles Combat with aduerse
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
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
Nobles of the Realme Haue beene as Bond-men to thy Soueraigntie Card. The Commons hast thou rackt the Clergies Bags Are lanke and leane with thy Extortions Som. Thy sumptuous Buildings and thy Wiues Attyre Haue cost a masse of publique Treasurie Buck. Thy Crueltie in execution Vpon Offendors hath exceeded Law And left thee to the mercy of the Law Queene Thy sale of Offices and Townes in France If they were knowne as the suspect is great Would make thee quickly hop without thy Head Exit Humfrey Giue me my Fanne what Mynion can ye not She giues the Duchesse a box on the care I cry you mercy Madame was it you Duch. Was 't I yea I it was prowd French-woman Could I come neere your Beautie with my Nayles I could set my ten Commandements in your face King Sweet Aunt be quiet 't was against her will Duch. Against her will good King looke to 't in time Shee 'le hamper thee and dandle thee like a Baby Though in this place most Master weare no Breeches She shall not strike Dame Elianor vnreueng'd Exit Elianor Buck. Lord Cardinall I will follow Elianor And listen after Humfrey how he proceedes Shee 's tickled now her Fume needs no spurres Shee 'le gallop farre enough to her destruction Exit Buckingham Enter Humfrey Humf. Now Lords my Choller being ouer-blowne With walking once about the Quadrangle I come to talke of Common-wealth Affayres As for your spightfull false Obiections Proue them and I lye open to the Law But God in mercie so deale with my Soule As I in dutie loue my King and Countrey But to the matter that we haue in hand I say my Soueraigne Yorke is meetest man To be your Regent in the Realme of France Suff. Before we make election giue me leaue To shew some reason of no little force That Yorke is most vnmeet of any man Yorke I le tell thee Suffolke why I am vnmeet First for I cannot flatter thee in Pride Next if I be appointed for the Place My Lord of Somerset will keepe me here Without Discharge Money or Furniture Till France be wonne into the Dolphins hands Last time I danc't attendance on his will Till Paris was besieg'd famisht and lost Warw. That can I witnesse and a fouler fact Did neuer Traytor in the Land commit Suff. Peace head-strong Warwicke Warw. Image of Pride why should I hold my peace Enter Armorer and his Man Suff. Because here is a man accused of Treason Pray God the Duke of Yorke excuse himselfe Yorke Doth any one accuse Yorke for a Traytor King What mean'st thou Suffolke tell me what are these Suff. Please it your Maiestie this is the man That doth accuse his Master of High Treason His words were these That Richard Duke of Yorke Was rightfull Heire vnto the English Crowne And that your Maiestie was an Vsurper King Say man were these thy words Armorer And 't shall please your Maiestie I neuer sayd nor thought any such matter God is my witnesse I am falsely accus'd by the Villaine Peter By these tenne bones my Lords hee did speake them to me in the Garret one Night as wee were scowring my Lord of Yorkes Armor Yorke Base Dunghill Villaine and Mechanicall I le haue thy Head for this thy Traytors speech I doe beseech your Royall Maiestie Let him haue all the rigor of the Law Armorer Alas my Lord hang me if euer I spake the words my accuser is my Prentice and when I did correct him for his fault the other day he did vow vpon his knees he would be euen with me I haue good witnesse of this therefore I beseech your Maiestie doe not cast away an honest man for a Villaines accusation King Vnckle what shall we say to this in law Humf. This doome my Lord if I may iudge Let Somerset be Regent o're the French Because in Yorke this breedes suspition And let these haue a day appointed them For single Combat in conuenient place For he hath witnesse of his seruants malice This is the Law and this Duke Humfreyes doome Som. I humbly thanke your Royall Maiestie Armorer And I accept the Combat willingly Peter Alas my Lord I cannot fight for Gods sake pitty my case the spight of man preuayleth against me O Lord haue mercy vpon me I shall neuer be able to fight a blow O Lord my heart Humf. Sirrha or you must fight or else be hang'd King Away with them to Prison and the day of Combat shall be the last of the next moneth Come Somerset wee 'le see thee sent away Flourish Exeunt Enter the Witch the two Priests and Bullingbrooke Hume Come my Masters the Duchesse I tell you expects performance of your promises Bulling Master Hume we are therefore prouided will her Ladyship behold and heare our Exorcismes Hume I what else feare you not her courage Bulling I haue heard her reported to be a Woman of an inuincible spirit but it shall be conuenient Master Hume that you be by her aloft while wee be busie below and so I pray you goe in Gods Name and leaue vs. Exit Hume Mother Iordan be you prostrate and grouell on the Earth Iohn Southwell reade you and let vs to our worke Enter Elianor aloft Elianor Well said my Masters and welcome all To this geere the sooner the better Bullin Patience good Lady Wizards know their times Deepe Night darke Night the silent of the Night The time of Night when Troy was set on fire The time when Screech-owles cry and Bandogs howle And Spirits walke and Ghosts breake vp their Graues That time best fits the worke we haue in hand Madame sit you and feare not whom wee rayse Wee will make fast within a hallow'd Verge Here doe the Ceremonies belonging and make the Circle Bullingbrooke or Southwell reades Coniuro te c. It Thunders and Lightens terribly then the Spirit riseth Spirit Ad sum Witch Asmath by the eternall God Whose name and power thou tremblest at Answere that I shall aske for till thou speake Thou shalt not passe from hence Spirit Aske what thou wilt that I had sayd and done Bulling First of the King What shall of him become Spirit The Duke yet liues that Henry shall depose But him out-liue and dye a violent death Bulling What fates await the Duke of Suffolke Spirit By Water shall he dye and take his end Bulling What shall befall the Duke of Somerset Spirit Let him shun Castles Safer shall he be vpon the sandie Plaines Then where Castles mounted stand Haue done for more I hardly can endure Bulling Discend to Darknesse and the burning Lake False Fiend auoide Thunder and Lightning Exit Spirit Enter the Duke of Yorke and the Duke of Buckingham with their Guard and breake in Yorke Lay hands vpon these Traytors and their trash Beldam I thinke we watcht you at an ynch What Madame are you there the King Commonweale Are deepely indebted for this peece of paines My Lord Protector will I doubt it not See you
well guerdon'd for these good deserts Elianor Not halfe so bad as thine to Englands King Iniurious Duke that threatest where 's no cause Buck. True Madame none at all what call you this Away with them let them be clapt vp close And kept asunder you Madame shall with vs. Stafford take her to thee Wee 'le see your Trinkets here all forth-comming All away Exit Yorke Lord Buckingham me thinks you watcht her well A pretty Plot well chosen to build vpon Now pray my Lord let 's see the Deuils Writ What haue we here Reades The Duke yet liues that Henry shall depose But him out-line and dye a violent death Why this is iust Aio Aeacida Romanos vincere posso Well to the rest Tell me what fate awaits the Duke of Suffolke By Water shall he dye and take his end What shall betide the Duke of Somerset Let him shunne Castles Safer shall he be vpon the sandie Plaines Then where Castles mounted stand Come come my Lords These Oracles are hardly attain'd And hardly vnderstood The King is now in progresse towards Saint Albones With him the Husband of this louely Lady Thither goes these Newes As fast as Horse can carry them A sorry Breakfast for my Lord Protector Buck. Your Grace shal giue me leaue my Lord of York To be the Poste in hope of his reward Yorke At your pleasure my good Lord. Who 's within there hoe Enter a Seruingman Inuite my Lords of Salisbury and Warwick To suppe with me to morrow Night Away Exeunt Enter the King Queene Protector Cardinall and Suffolke with Faulkners hallowing Queene Beleeue me Lords for flying at the Brooke I saw not better sport these seuen yeeres day Yet by your leaue the Winde was very high And ten to one old Ioane had not gone out King But what a point my Lord your Faulcon made And what a pytch she flew aboue the rest To see how God in all his Creatures workes Yea Man and Birds are fayne of climbing high Suff. No maruell and it like your Maiestie My Lord Protectors Hawkes doe towre so well They know their Master loues to be aloft And beares his thoughts aboue his Faulcons Pitch Glost My Lord 't is but a base ignoble minde That mounts no higher then a Bird can sore Card. I thought as much hee would be aboue the Clouds Glost I my Lord Cardinall how thinke you by that Were it not good your Grace could flye to Heauen King The Treasurie of euerlasting Ioy. Card. Thy Heauen is on Earth thine Eyes Thoughts Beat on a Crowne the Treasure of thy Heart Pernitious Protector dangerous Peere That smooth'st it so with King and Common-weale Glost What Cardinall Is your Priest-hood growne peremptorie Tantaene animis Coelestibus irae Church-men so hot Good Vnckle hide such mallice With such Holynesse can you doe it Suff. No mallice Sir no more then well becomes So good a Quarrell and so bad a Peere Glost As who my Lord Suff. Why as you my Lord An 't like your Lordly Lords Protectorship Glost Why Suffolke England knowes thine insolence Queene And thy Ambition Gloster King I prythee peace good Queene And whet not on these furious Peeres For blâ ãâã the Peace-makers on Earth Caâ ãâã me be blessed for the Peace I make Against this prowd Protector with my Sword Glost Faith holy Vnckle would 't were come to that Card. Marry when thou dar'st Glost Make vp no factious numbers for the matter In thine owne person answere thy abuse Card. I where thou dar'st not peepe And if thou dar'st this Euening On the East side of the Groue King How now my Lords Card. Beleeue me Cousin Gloster Had not your man put vp the Fowle so suddenly We had had more sport Come with thy two-hand Sword Glost True Vnckle are ye aduis'd The East side of the Groue Cardinall I am with you King Why how now Vnckle Gloster Glost Talking of Hawking nothing else my Lord. Now by Gods Mother Priest I le shaue your Crowne for this Or all my Fence shall fayle Card. Medice teâpsum Protector see to 't well protect your selfe King The Windes grow high So doe your Stomacks Lords How irkesome is this Musick to my heart When such Strings iarre what hope of Harmony I pray my Lords let me compound this strife Enter one crying a Miracle Glost What meanes this noyse Fellow what Miracle do'st thou proclayme One A Miracle a Miracle Suffolke Come to the King and tell him what Miracle One Forsooth a blinde man at Saint Albones Shrine Within this halfe houre hath receiu'd his sight A man that ne're saw in his life before King Now God be prays'd that to beleeuing Soules Giues Light in Darknesse Comfort in Despaire Enter the Maior of Saint Albones and his Brethren bearing the man betweene two in a Chayre Card. Here comes the Townes-men on Procession To present your Highnesse with the man King Great is his comfort in this Earthly Vale Although by his sight his sinne be multiplyed Glost Stand by my Masters bring him neere the King His Highnesse pleasure is to talke with him King Good-fellow tell vs here the circumstance That we for thee may glorifie the Lord. What hast thou beene long blinde and now restor'd Simpc. Borne blinde and 't please your Grace Wife I indeede was he Suff. What Woman is this Wife His Wife and 't like your Worship Glost Hadst thou been his Mother thou could'st haue better told King Where wert thou borne Simpc. At Barwick in the North and 't like your Grace King Poore Soule Gods goodnesse hath beene great to thee Let neuer Day nor Night vnhallowed passe But still remember what the Lord hath done Queene Tell me good-fellow Cam'st thou here by Chance or of Deuotion To this holy Shrine Simpc. God knowes of pure Deuotion Being call'd a hundred times and oftner In my sleepe by good Saint Albon Who said Symon come come offer at my Shrine And I will helpe thee Wife Most true forsooth And many time and oft my selfe haue heard a Voyce To call him so Card. What art thou lame Simpc. I God Almightie helpe me Suff. How cam'st thou so Simpc. A fall off of a Tree Wife A Plum-tree Master Glost How long hast thou beene blinde Simpc. O borne so Master Glost What and would'st climbe a Tree Simpc. But that in all my life when I was a youth Wife Too true and bought his climbing very deare Glost ' Masse thou lou'dst Plummes well that would'st venture so Simpc. Alas good Master my Wife desired some Damsons and made me climbe with danger of my Life Glost A subtill Knaue but yet it shall not serue Let me see thine Eyes winck now now open them In my opinion yet thou seest not well Simpc. Yes Master cleare as day I thanke God and Saint Albones Glost Say'st thou me so what Colour is this Cloake of Simpc. Red Master Red as Blood Glost Why that 's well said What Colour is my Gowne of Simpc. Black forsooth
le prepare My teare-stayn'd eyes to see her Miseries Enter the Duchesse in a white Sheet and a Taper burning in her hand with the Sherife and Officers Seru. So please your Grace wee 'le take her from the Sherife Gloster No stirre not for your liues let her passe by Elianor Come you my Lord to see my open shame Now thou do'st Penance too Looke how they gaze See how the giddy multitude doe point And nodde their heads and throw their eyes on thee Ah Gloster hide thee from their hatefull lookes And in thy Closet pent vp rue my shame And banne thine Enemies both mine and thine Glost Be patient gentle Nell forget this griefe Elianor Ah Gloster teach me to forget my selfe For whilest I thinke I am thy married Wife And thou a Prince Protector of this Land Me thinkes I should not thus be led along Mayl'd vp in shame with Papers on my back And follow'd with a Rabble that reioyce To see my teares and heare my deepe-fet groanes The ruthlesse Flint doth cut my tender feet And when I start the enuious people laugh And bid me be aduised how I treade Ah Humfrey can I beare this shamefull yoake Trowest thou that ere I le looke vpon the World Or count them happy that enioyes the Sunne No Darke shall be my Light and Night my Day To thinke vpon my Pompe shall be my Hell Sometime I le say I am Duke Humfreyes Wife And he a Prince and Ruler of the Land Yet so he rul'd and such a Prince he was As he stood by whilest I his forlorne Duchesse Was made a wonder and a pointing stock To euery idle Rascall follower But be thou milde and blush not at my shame Nor stirre at nothing till the Axe of Death Hang ouer thee as sure it shortly will For Suffolke he that can doe all in all With her that hateth thee and hates vs all And Yorke and impious Beauford that false Priest Haue all lym'd Bushes to betray thy Wings And flye thou how thou canst they 'le tangle thee But feare not thou vntill thy foot be snar'd Nor neuer seeke preuention of thy foes Glost Ah Nell forbeare thou aymest all awry I must offend before I be attainted And had I twentie times so many foes And each of them had twentie times their power All these could not procure me any scathe So long as I am loyall true and crimelesse Would'st haue me rescue thee from this reproach Why yet thy scandall were not wipt away But I in danger for the breach of Law Thy greatest helpe is quiet gentle Nell I pray thee sort thy heart to patience These few dayes wonder will be quickly worne Enter a Herald Her I summon your Grace to his Maiesties Parliament Holden at Bury the first of this next Moneth Glost And my consent ne're ask'd herein before This is close dealing Well I will be there My Nell I take my leaue and Master Sherife Let not her Penance exceede the Kings Commission Sh. And 't please your Grace here my Commission stayes And Sir Iohn Stanly is appointed now To take her with him to the I le of Man Glost Must you Sir Iohn protect my Lady here Stanly So am I giuen in charge may 't please your Grace Glost Entreat her not the worse in that I pray You vse her well the World may laugh againe And I may liue to doe you kindnesse if you doe it her And so Sir Iohn farewell Elianor What gone my Lord and bid me not farewell Glost Witnesse my teares I cannot stay to speake Exit Gloster Elianor Art thou gone to all comfort goe with thee For none abides with me my Ioy is Death Death at whose Name I oft haue beene afear'd Because I wish'd this Worlds eternitie Stanley I prethee goe and take me hence I care not whither for I begge no fauor Onely conuey me where thou art commanded Stanley Why Madame that is to the I le of Man There to be vs'd according to your State Elianor That 's bad enough for I am but reproach And shall I then be vs'd reproachfully Stanley Like to a Duchesse and Duke Humfreyes Lady According to that State you shall be vs'd Elianor Sherife farewell and better then I fare Although thou hast beene Conduct of my shame Sherife It is my Office and Madame pardon me Elianor I I farewell thy Office is discharg'd Come Stanley shall we goe Stanley Madame your Penance done Throw off this Sheet And goe we to attyre you for our Iourney Elianor My shame will not be shifted with my Sheet No it will hang vpon my richest Robes And shew it selfe attyre me how I can Goe leade the way I long to see my Prison Exeunt Sound a Senet Enter King Queene Cardinall Suffolke Yorke Buckingham Salisbury and Warwicke to the Parliament King I muse my Lord of Gloster is not come 'T is not his wont to be the hindmost man What e're occasion keepes him from vs now Queene Can you not see or will ye not obserue The strangenesse of his alter'd Countenance With what a Maiestie he beares himselfe How insolent of late he is become How prowd how peremptorie and vnlike himselfe We know the time since he was milde and affable And if we did but glance a farre-off Looke Immediately he was vpon his Knee That all the Court admir'd him for submission But meet him now and be it in the Morne When euery one will giue the time of day He knits bis Brow and shewes an angry Eye And passeth by with stiffe vnbowed Knee Disdaining dutie that to vs belongs Small Curres are not regarded when they grynne But great men tremble when the Lyon rores And Humfrey is no little Man in England First note that he is neere you in discent And should you fall he is the next will mount Me seemeth then it is no Pollicie Respecting what a rancorous minde he beares And his aduantage following your decease That he should come about your Royall Person Or be admitted to your Highnesse Councell By flatterie hath he wonne the Commons hearts And when he please to make Commotion 'T is to be fear'd they all will follow him Now 't is the Spring and Weeds are shallow-rooted Suffer them now and they 'le o're-grow the Garden And choake the Herbes for want of Husbandry The reuerent care I beare vnto my Lord Made me collect these dangers in the Duke If it be fond call it a Womans feare Which feare if better Reasons can supplant I will subscribe and say I wrong'd the Duke My Lord of Suffolke Buckingham and Yorke Reproue my allegation if you can Or else conclude my words effectuall Suff. Well hath your Highnesse seene into this Duke And had I first beene put to speake my minde I thinke I should haue told your Graces Tale. The Duchesse by his subornation Vpon my Life began her diuellish practises Or if he were not priuie to those Faults Yet by reputing of his high discent As next the King
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
Suf. Pine gelidus timor occupat artus it is thee I feare Wal. Thou shalt haue cause to feare before I leaue thee What are ye danted now Now will ye stoope 1. Gent. My gracious Lord intreat him speak him fair Suf. Suffolkes Imperiall tongue is sterne and rough Vs'd to command vntaught to pleade for fauour Farre be it we should honor such as these With humble suite no rather let my head Stoope to the blocke then these knees bow to any Saue to the God of heauen and to my King And sooner dance vpon a bloody pole Then stand vncouer'd to the Vulgar Groome True Nobility is exempt from feare More can I beare then you dare execute Lieu. Hale him away and let him talke no more Come Souldiers shew what cruelty ye can Suf. That this my death may neuer be forgot Great men oft dye by vilde Bezonions A Romane Sworder and Bandetto slaue Murder'd sweet Tully Bruim Bastard hand Stab'd Iulius Caesar Sauage Islanders Pompey the Great and Suffolke dyes by Pyrats Exit Water with Suffolke Lieu. And as for these whose ransome we haue set It is our pleasure one of them depart Therefore come you with vs and let him go Exit Lieutenant and the rest Manet the first Gent. Enter Walter with the body Wal. There let his head and liuelesse bodie lye Vntill the Queene his Mistris bury it Exit Walter 1. Gent. O barbarous and bloudy spectacle His body will I beare vnto the King If he reuenge it not yet will his Friends So will the Queene that liuing held him deere Enter Beuis and Iohn Holland Beuis Come and get thee a sword though made of a Lath they haue bene vp these two dayes Hol. They haue the more neede to sleepe now then Beuis I tell thee Iacke Cade the Cloathier meanes to dresse the Common-wealth and turne it and set a new nap vpon it Hol. So he had need for 't is thred-bare Well I say it was neuer merrie world in England since Gentlemen came vp Beuis O miserable Age Vertue is not regarded in Handy-crafts men Hol. The Nobilitie thinke scorne to goe in Leather Aprons Beuis Nay more the Kings Councell are no good Workemen Hol. True and yet it is said Labour in thy Vocation which is as much to say as let the Magistrates be labouring men and therefore should we be Magistrates Beuis Thou hast hit it for there 's no better signe of a braue minde then a hard hand Hol. I see them I see them There 's Bests Sonne the Tanner of Wingham Beuis Hee shall haue the skinnes of our enemies to make Dogges Leather of Hol. And Dicke the Butcher Beuis Then is sin strucke downe like an Oxe and iniquities throate cut like a Calfe Hol. And Smith the Weauer Beu Argo their thred of life is spun Hol. Come come let 's fall in with them Drumme Enter Cade Dicke Butcher Smith the Weauer and a Sawyer with infinite numbers Cade Wee Iohn Cade so tearm'd of our supposed Father But. Or rather of stealing a Cade of Herrings Cade For our enemies shall faile before vs inspired with the spirit of putting down Kings and Princes Command silence But. Silence Cade My Father was a Mortimer But. He was an honest man and a good Bricklayer Cade My mother a Plantagenet Butch I knew her well she was a Midwife Cade My wife descended of the Lacies But. She was indeed a Pedlers daughter sold many Laces Weauer But now of late not able to trauell with her furr'd Packe she washes buckes here at home Cade Therefore am I of an honorable house But. I by my faith the field is honourable and there was he borne vnder a hedge for his Father had neuer a house but the Cage Cade Valiant I am Weauer A must needs for beggery is valiant Cade I am able to endure much But. No question of that for I haue seene him whipt three Market dayes together Cade I feare neither sword nor fire Wea. He neede not feare the sword for his Coate is of proofe But. But me thinks he should stand in feare of fire being burnt i' th hand for stealing of Sheepe Cade Be braue then for your Captaine is Braue and Vowes Reformation There shall be in England seuen halfe peny Loaues sold for a peny the three hoop'd pot shall haue ten hoopes and I wil make it Fellony to drink small Beere All the Realme shall be in Common and in Cheapside shall my Palfrey go to grasse and when I am King as King I will be All. God saue your Maiesty Cade I thanke you good people There shall bee no mony all shall eate and drinke on my score and I will apparrell them all in one Liuery that they may agree like Brothers and worship me their Lord. But. The first thing we do let 's kill all the Lawyers Cade Nay that I meane to do Is not this a lamentable thing that of the skin of an innocent Lambe should be made Parchment that Parchment being scribeld ore should vndoe a man Some say the Bee stings but I say 't is the Bees waxe for I did but seale once to a thing and I was neuer mine owne man since How now Who 's there Enter a Clearke Weauer The Clearke of Chartam hee can write and reade and cast accompt Cade O monstrous Wea. We tooke him setting of boyes Copies Cade Here 's a Villaine Wea. Ha's a Booke in his pocket with red Letters in 't Cade Nay then he is a Coniurer But. Nay he can make Obligations and write Court hand Cade I am sorry for 't The man is a proper man of mine Honour vnlesse I finde him guilty he shall not die Come hither sirrah I must examine thee What is thy name Clearke Emanuell But. They vse to writ it on the top of Letters 'T will go hard with you Cade Let me alone Dost thou vse to write thy name Or hast thou a marke to thy selfe like a honest plain dealing man Clearke Sir I thanke God I haue bin so well brought vp that I can write my name All. He hath confest away with him he 's a Villaine and a Traitor Cade Away with him I say Hang him with his Pen and Inke-horne about his necke Exit one with the Clearke Enter Michael Mich. Where 's our Generall Cade Heere I am thou particular fellow Mich. Fly fly fly Sir Humfrey Stafford and his brother are hard by with the Kings Forces Cade Stand villaine stand or I le fell thee downe he shall be encountred with a man as good as himselfe He is but a Knight is a Mich. No. Cade To equall him I will make my selfe a knight presently Rise vp Sir Iohn Mortimer Now haue at him Enter Sir Humfrey Stafford and his Brother with Drum and Soldiers Staf. Rebellious Hinds the filth and scum of Kent Mark'd for the Gallowes Lay your Weapons downe Home to your Cottages forsake this Groome The King is mercifull if you reuolt Bro. But angry wrathfull and inclin'd
in Capite And we charge and command that their wiues be as free as heart can wish or tongue can tell Dicke My Lord When shall we go to Cheapside and take vp commodities vpon our billes Cade Marry presently All. O braue Enter one with the heads Cade But is not this brauer Let them kisse one another For they lou'd well When they were aliue Now part them againe Least they consult about the giuing vp Of some more Townes in France Soldiers Deferre the spoile of the Citie vntill night For with these borne before vs in steed of Maces Will we ride through the streets at euery Corner Haue them kisse Away Exit Alarum and Retreat Enter againe Cade and all his rabblement Cade Vp Fish-streete downe Saint Magnes corner kill and knocke downe throw them into Thames Sound a parley What noise is this I heare Dare any be so bold to sound Retreat or Parley When I command them kill Enter Buckingham and old Clifford Buc. I heere they be that dare and will disturb thee Know Cade we come Ambassadors from the King Vnto the Commons whom thou hast misled And heere pronounce free pardon to them all That will forsake thee and go home in peace Clif. What say ye Countrimen will ye relent And yeeld to mercy whil'st 't is offered you Or let a rabble leade you to your deaths Who loues the King and will imbrace his pardon Fling vp his cap and say God saue his Maiesty Who hateth him and honors not his Father Henry the fift that made all France to quake Shake he his weapon at vs and passe by All. God saue the King God saue the King Cade What Buckingham and Clifford are ye so braue And you base Pezants do ye beleeue him will you needs be hang'd with your Pardons about your neckes Hath my sword therefore broke through London gates that you should leaue me at the White-heart in Southwarke I thought ye would neuer haue giuen out these Armes til you had recouered your ancient Freedome But you are all Recreants and Dastards and delight to liue in slauerie to the Nobility Let them breake your backes with burthens take your houses ouer your heads rauish your Wiues and Daughters before your faces For me I will make shift for one and so Gods Cursse light vppon you all All. Wee 'l follow Cade Wee 'l follow Cade Clif Is Cade the sonne of Henry the fift That thus you do exclaime you 'l go with him Will he conduct you through the heart of France And make the meanest of you Earles and Dukes Alas he hath no home no place to flye too Nor knowes he how to liue but by the spoile Vnlesse by robbing of your Friends and vs. Wer 't not a shame that whilst you liue at iarre The fearfull French whom you late vanquished Should make a start ore-seas and vanquish you Me thinkes alreadie in this ciuill broyle I see them Lording it in London streets Crying Villiago vnto all they meete Better ten thousand base-borne Cades miscarry Then you should stoope vnto a Frenchmans mercy To France to France and get what you haue lost Spare England for it is your Natiue Coast Henry hath mony you are strong and manly God on our side doubt not of Victorie All. A Clifford a Clifford Wee 'l follow the King and Clifford Cade Was euer Feather so lightly blowne too fro as this multitude The name of Henry the fift hales them to an hundred mischiefes and makes them leaue mee desolate I see them lay their heades together to surprize me My sword make way for me for heere is no staying in despight of the diuels and hell haue through the verie middest of you and heauens and honor be witnesse that no want of resolution in mee but onely my Followers base and ignominious treasons makes me betake mee to my heâles Exit Buck. What is he fled Go some and follow him And he that brings his head vnto the King Shall haue a thousand Crownes for his reward Exeunt some of them Follow me souldiers wee 'l deuise a meane To reconcile you all vnto the King Exeunt omnes Sound Trumpets Enter King Queene and Somerset on the Tarras King Was euer King that ioy'd an earthly Throne And could command no more content then I No sooner was I crept out of my Cradle But I was made a King at nine months olde Was neuer Subiect long'd to be a King As I do long and wish to be a Subiect Enter Buckingham and Clifford Buc. Health and glad tydings to your Maiesty Kin. Why Buckingham is the Traitor Cade surpris'd Or is he but retir'd to make him strong Enter Multitudes with Halters about their Neckes Clif. He is fled my Lord and all his powers do yeeld And humbly thus with halters on their neckes Expect your Highnesse doome of life or death King Then heauen set ope thy euerlasting gates To entertaine my vowes of thankes and praise Souldiers this day haue you redeem'd your liues And shew'd how well you loue your Prince Countrey Continue still in this so good a minde And Henry though he be infortunate Assure your selues will neuer be vnkinde And so with thankes and pardon to you all I do dismisse you to your seuerall Countries All. God saue the King God saue the King Enter a Messenger Mes Please it your Grace to be aduertised The Duke of Yorke is newly come from Ireland And with a puissant and a mighty power Of Gallow-glasses and stout Kernes Is marching hitherward in proud array And still proclaimeth as he comes along His Armes are onely to remoue from thee The Duke of Somerset whom he tearmes a Traitor King Thus stands my state 'twixt Cade and Yorke distrest Like to a Ship that hauing scap'd a Tempest Is straight way calme and boorded with a Pyrate But now is Cade driuen backe his men dispierc'd And now is Yorke in Armes to second him I pray thee Buckingham go and meete him And aske him what 's the reason of these Armes Tell him I le send Duke Edmund to the Tower And Somerset we will commit thee thither Vntill his Army be dismist from him Somerset My Lord I le yeelde my selfe to prison willingly Or vnto death to do my Countrey good King In any case be not to rough in termes For he is fierce and cannot brooke hard Language Buc. I will my Lord and doubt not so to deale As all things shall redound vnto your good King Come wife let 's in and learne to gouern better For yet may England curse my wretched raigne Flourish Exeunt Enter Cade Cade Fye on Ambitions fie on my selfe that haue a sword and yet am ready to famish These fiue daies haue I hid me in these Woods and durst not peepe out for all the Country is laid for me but now am I so hungry that if I might haue a Lease of my life for a thousand yeares I could stay no longer Wherefore on a Bricke wall haue I
since I heard to be discomfited Enter Iden with Cades head Iden If one so rude and of so meane condition May passe into the presence of a King Loe I present your Grace a Traitors head The head of Cade whom I in combat slew King The head of Cade Great God how iust art thou Oh let me view his Visage being dead That liuing wrought me such exceeding trouble Tell me my Friend art thou the man that slew him Iden I was an 't like your Maiesty King How art thou call'd And what is thy degree Iden Alexander Iden that 's my name A poore Esquire of Kent that loues his King Buc. So please it you my Lord 't were not amisse He were created Knight for his good seruice King Iden kneele downe rise vp a Knight We giue thee for reward a thousand Markes And will that thou henceforth attend on vs. Iden May Iden liue to merit such a bountie And neuer liue but true vnto his Liege Enter Queene and Somerset K. See Buckingham Somerset comes with th' Queene Go bid her hide him quickly from the Duke Qu. For thousand Yorkes he shall not hide his head But boldly stand and front him to his face Yor. How now is Somerset at libertie Then Yorke vnloose thy long imprisoned thoughts And let thy tongue be equall with thy heart Shall I endure the sight of Somerset False King why hast thou broken faith with me Knowing how hardly I can brooke abuse King did I call thee No thou art not King Not fit to gouerne and rule multitudes Which darst not no nor canst not rule a Traitor That Head of thine doth not become a Crowne Thy Hand is made to graspe a Palmers staffe And not to grace an awefull Princely Scepter That Gold must round engirt these browes of mine Whose Smile and Frowne like to Achilles Speare Is able with the change to kill and cure Heere is a hand to hold a Scepter vp And with the same to acte controlling Lawes Giue place by heauen thou shalt rule no more O're him whom heauen created for thy Ruler Som. O monstrous Traitor I arrest thee Yorke Of Capitall Treason ' gainst the King and Crowne Obey audacious Traitor kneele for Grace York Wold'st haue me kneele First let me ask of thee If they can brooke I bow a knee to man Sirrah call in my sonne to be my bale I know ere they will haue me go to Ward They 'l pawne their swords of my infranchisement Qu. Call hither Clifford bid him come amaine To say if that the Bastard boyes of Yorke Shall be the Surety for their Traitor Father Yorke O blood-bespotted Neopolitan Out-cast of Naples Englands bloody Scourge The sonnes of Yorke thy betters in their birth Shall be their Fathers baile and bane to those That for my Surety will refuse the Boyes Enter Edward and Richard See where they come I le warrant they 'l make it good Enter Clifford Qu. And here comes Clifford to deny their baile Clif. Health and all happinesse to my Lord the King Yor. I thanke thee Clifford Say what newes with thee Nay do not fright vs with an angry looke We are thy Soueraigne Clifford kneele againe For thy mistaking so We pardon thee Clif. This is my King Yorke I do not mistake But thou mistakes me much to thinke I do To Bedlem with him is the man growne mad King I Clifford a Bedlem and ambitious humor Makes him oppose himselfe against his King Clif. He is a Traitor let him to the Tower And chop away that factious pate of his Qu. He is atrested but will not obey His sonnes he sayes shall giue their words for him Yor. Will you not Sonnes Edw. I Noble Father if our words will serue Rich. And if words will not then our Weapons shal Clif. Why what a brood of Traitors haue we heere Yorke Looke in a Glasse and call thy Image so I am thy King and thou a false-heart Traitor Call hither to the stake my two braue Beares That with the very shaking of their Chaines They may astonish these fell-lurking Curres Bid Salsbury and Warwicke come to me Enter the Earles of Warwicke and Salisbury Clif. Are these thy Beares Wee 'l bate thy Bears to death And manacle the Berard in their Chaines If thou dar'st bring them to the bayting place Rich. Oft haue I seene a hot ore-weening Curre Run backe and bite because he was with-held Who being suffer'd with the Beares fell paw Hath clapt his taile betweene his legges and cride And such a peece of seruice will you do If you oppose your selues to match Lord Warwicke Clif. Hence heape of wrath foule indigested lumpe As crooked in thy manners as thy shape Yor. Nay we shall heate you thorowly anon Clif. Take heede leaft by your heate you burne your selues King Why Warwicke hath thy knee forgot to bow Old Salsbury shame to thy siluer haire Thou mad misleader of thy brain-sicke sonne What wilt thou on thy death-bed play the Ruffian And seeke for sorrow with thy Spectacles Oh where is Faith Oh where is Loyalty If it be banisht from the frostie head Where shall it finde a harbour in the earth Wilt thou go digge a graue to finde out Warre And shame thine honourable Age with blood Why art thou old and want'st experience Or wherefore doest abuse it if thou hast it For shame in dutie bend thy knee to me That bowes vnto the graue with mickle age Sal. My Lord I haue considered with my selfe The Title of this most renowned Duke And in my conscience do repute his grace The rightfull heyre to Englands Royall seate King Hast thou not sworne Allegeance vnto me Sal. I haue Ki. Canst thou dispense with heauen for such an oath Sal. It is great sinne to sweare vnto a sinne But greater sinne to keepe a sinfull oath Who can be bound by any solemne Vow To do a murd'rous deede to rob a man To force a spotlesse Virgins Chastitie To reaue the Orphan of his Patrimonie To wring the Widdow from her custom'd right And haue no other reason for this wrong But that he was bound by a solemne Oath Qu. A subtle Traitor needs no Sophister King Call Buckingham and bid him arme himselfe Yorke Call Buckingham and all the friends thou hast I am resolu'd for death and dignitie Old Clif. The first I warrant thee if dreames proue true War You were best to go to bed and dreame againe To keepe thee from the Tempest of the field Old Clif. I am resolu'd to beare a greater storme Then any thou canst coniure vp to day And that I le write vpon thy Burgonet Might I but know thee by thy housed Badge War Now by my Fathers badge old Neuils Crest The rampant Beare chain'd to the ragged staffe This day I le weare aloft my Burgonet As on a Mountaine top the Cedar shewes That keepes his leaues inspight of any storme Euen io affright thee with the view thereof Old Clif. And from thy Burgonet I le
more Hen. My Queene and Son are gone to France for aid And as I heare the great Commanding Warwicke I thither gone to craue the French Kings Sister To wife for Edward If this newes be true Poore Queene and Sonne your labour is but lost For Warwicke is a subtle Orator And Lewis a Prince soone wonne with mouing words By this account then Margaret may winne him For she 's a woman to be pittied much Her sighes will make a batt'ry in his brest Her teares will pierce into a Marble heart The Tyger will be milde whiles she doth mourne And Nero will be tainted with remorse To heare and see her plaints her Brinish Teares I but shee 's come to begge Warwicke to giue Shee on his left side crauing ayde for Henrie He on his right asking a wife for Edward Shee Weepes and sayes her Henry is depos'd He Smiles and sayes his Edward is instaul'd That she poore Wretch for greefe can speake no more Whiles Warwicke tels his Title smooths the Wrong Inferreth arguments of mighty strength And in conclusion winnes the King from her With promise of his Sister and what else To strengthen and support King Edwards place O Margaret thus 't will be and thou poore soule Art then forsaken as thou went'st forlorne Hum. Say what art thou talk'st of Kings Queens King More then I seeme and lesse then I was born to A man at least for lesse I should not be And men may talke of Kings and why not I Hum. I but thou talk'st as if thou wer 't a King King Why so I am in Minde and that 's enough Hum. But if thou be a King where is thy Crowne King My Crowne is in my heart not on my head Not deck'd with Diamonds and Indian stones Nor to be seene my Crowne is call'd Content A Crowne it is that sildome Kings enioy Hum. Well if you be a King crown'd with Content Your Crowne Content and you must be contented To go along with vs. For as we thinke You are the king King Edward hath depos'd And we his subiects sworne in all Allegeance Will apprehend you as his Enemie King But did you neuer sweare and breake an Oath Hum. No neuer such an Oath nor will not now King Where did you dwell when I was K. of England Hum. Heere in this Country where we now remaine King I was annointed King at nine monthes old My Father and my Grandfather were Kings And you were sworne true Subiects vnto me And tell me then haue you not broke your Oathes Sin No for we were Subiects but while you wer king King Why Am I dead Do I not breath a Man Ah simple men you know not what you sweare Looke as I blow this Feather from my Face And as the Ayre blowes it to me againe Obeying with my winde when I do blow And yeelding to another when it blowes Commanded alwayes by the greater gust Such is the lightnesse of you common men But do not breake your Oathes for of that sinne My milde intreatie shall not make you guiltie Go where you will the king shall be commanded And be you kings command and I le obey Sinklo We are true Subiects to the king King Edward King So would you be againe to Henrie If he were seated as king Edward is Sinklo We charge you in Gods name the Kings To go with vs vnto the Officers King In Gods name lead your Kings name be obeyd And what God will that let your King performe And what he will I humbly yeeld vnto Exeunt Enter K. Edward Gloster Clarence Lady Gray King Brother of Gloster at S. Albons field This Ladyes Husband Sir Richard Grey was slaine His Land then seiz'd on by the Conqueror Her suit is now to repossesse those Lands Which wee in Iustice cannot well deny Because in Quarrell of the House of Yorke The worthy Gentleman did lose his Life Rich. Your Highnesse shall doe well to graunt her suit It were dishonor to deny it her King It were no lesse but yet I le make a pawse Rich. Yea is it so I see the Lady hath a thing to graunt Before the King will graunt her humble suit Clarence Hee knowes the Game how true hee keepes the winde Rich. Silence King Widow we will consider of your suit And come some other time to know our minde Wid. Right gracious Lord I cannot brooke delay May it please your Highnesse to resolue me now And what your pleasure is shall satisfie me Rich. I Widow then I le warrant you all your Lands And if what pleases him shall pleasure you Fight closer or good faith you 'le catch a Blow Clarence I feare her not vnlesse she chance to fall Rich. God forbid that for hee 'le take vantages King How many Children hast thou Widow tell me Clarence I thinke he meanes to begge a Child of her Rich. Nay then whip me hee 'le rather giue her two Wid. Three my most gracious Lord. Rich. You shall haue foure if you 'le be rul'd by him King 'T were pittie they should lose their Fathers Lands Wid. Be pittifull dread Lord and graunt it then King Lords giue vs leaue I le trye this Widowes wit Rich. I good leaue haue you for you will haue leaue Till Youth take leaue and leaue you to the Crutch King Now tell me Madame doe you loue your Children Wid. I full as dearely as I loue my selfe King And would you not doe much to doe them good Wid. To doe them good I would sustayne some harme King Then get your Husbands Lands to doe them good Wid. Therefore I came vnto your Maiestie King I le tell you how these Lands are to be got Wid. So shall you bind me to your Highnesse seruice King What seruice wilt thou doe me if I giue them Wid. What you command that rests in me to doe King But you will take exceptions to my Boone Wid. No gracious Lord except I cannot doe it King I but thou canst doe what I meane to aske Wid. Why then I will doe what your Grace commands Rich. Hee plyes her hard and much Raine weares the Marble Clar. As red as fire nay then her Wax must melt Wid. Why stoppes my Lord shall I not heare my Taske King An easie Taske 't is but to loue a King Wid. That 's soone perform'd because I am a Subiect King Why then thy Husbands Lands I freely giue thee Wid. I take my leaue with many thousand thankes Rich. The Match is made shee seales it with a Cursie King But stay thee 't is the fruits of loue I meane Wid. The fruits of Loue I meane my louing Liege King I but I feare me in another sence What Loue think'st thou I sue so much to get Wid. My loue till death my humble thanks my prayers That loue which Vertue begges and Vertue graunts King No by my troth I did not meane such loue Wid. Why then you meane not as I thought you did King But now you partly may
vs or thee Enter the Poste Post My Lord Ambassador These Letters are for you Speakes to Warwick Sent from your Brother Marquesse Montague These from our King vnto your Maiesty To Lewis And Madam these for you To Margaret From whom I know not They all reade their Letters Oxf. I like it well that our faire Queene and Mistris Smiles at her newes while Warwicke frownes at his Prince Ed. Nay marke how Lewis stampes as he were netled I hope all 's for the best Lew. Warwicke what are thy Newes And yours faire Queene Mar. Mine such as fill my heart with vnhop'd ioyes War Mine full of sorrow and hearts discontent Lew. What has your King married the Lady Grey And now to sooth your Forgery and his Sends me a Paper to perswade me Patience Is this th' Alliance that he seekes with France Dare he presume to scorne vs in this manner Mar. I told your Maiesty as much before This proueth Edwards Loue and Warwickes honesty War King Lewis I heere protest in sight of heauen And by the hope I haue of heauenly blisse That I am cleere from this misdeed of Edwards No more my King for he dishonors me But most himselfe if he could see his shame Did I forget that by the House of Yorke My Father came vntimely to his death Did I let passe th' abuse done to my Neece Did I impale him with the Regall Crowne Did I put Henry from his Natiue Right And am I guerdon'd at the last with Shame Shame on himselfe for my Desert is Honor. And to repaire my Honor lost for him I heere renounce him and returne to Henry My Noble Queene let former grudges passe And henceforth I am thy true Seruitour I will reuenge his wrong to Lady Bona And replant Henry in his former state Mar. Warwicke These words haue turn'd my Hate to Loue And I forgiue and quite forget old faults And ioy that thou becom'st King Henries Friend War So much his Friend I his vnfained Friend That if King Lewis vouchsafe to furnish vs With some few Bands of chosen Soldiours I le vndertake to Land them on our Coast And force the Tyrant from his seat by Warre 'T is not his new-made Bride shall succour him And as for Clarence as my Letters tell me Hee 's very likely now to fall from him For matching more for wanton Lust then Honor Or then for strength and safety of our Country Bona. Deere Brother how shall Bona be reueng'd But by thy helpe to this distressed Queene Mar. Renowned Prince how shall Poore Henry liue Vnlesse thou rescue him from foule dispaire Bona. My quarrel and this English Queens are one War And mine faire Lady Bona ioynes with yours Lew. And mine with hers and thine and Margarets Therefore at last I firmely am resolu'd You shall haue ayde Mar. Let me giue humble thankes for all at once Lew. Then Englands Messenger returne in Poste And tell false Edward thy supposed King That Lewis of France is sending ouer Maskers To reuell it with him and his new Bride Thou seest what 's past go feare thy King withall Bona. Tell him in hope hee 'l proue a widower shortly I weare the Willow Garland for his sake Mar. Tell him my mourning weeds are layde aside And I am ready to put Armor on War Tell him from me that he hath done me wrong And therefore I le vn-Crowne him er 't be long There 's thy reward be gone Exit Post Lew. But Warwicke Thou and Oxford with fiue thousand men Shall crosse the Seas and bid false Edward battaile And as occasion serues this Noble Queen And Prince shall follow with a fresh Supply Yet ere thou go but answer me one doubt What Pledge haue we of thy firme Loyalty War This shall assure my constant Loyalty That if our Queene and this young Prince agree I le ioyne mine eldest daughter and my Ioy To him forthwith in holy Wedlocke bands Mar. Yes I agree and thanke you for your Motion Sonne Edward she is Faire and Vertuous Therefore delay not giue thy hand to Warwicke And with thy hand thy faith irreuocable That onely Warwickes daughter shall be thine Prin. Ed. Yes I accept her for she well deserues it And heere to pledge my Vow I giue my hand He giues his hand to Warw. Lew. Why stay we now These soldiers shal be leuied And thou Lord Bourbon our High Admirall Shall waft them ouer with our Royall Fleete I long till Edward fall by Warres mischance For mocking Marriage with a Dame of France Exeunt Manet Warwicke War I came from Edward as Ambassador But I returne his sworne and mortall Foe Matter of Marriage was the charge he gaue me But dreadfull Warre shall answer his demand Had he none else to make a stale but me Then none but I shall turne his Iest to Sorrow I was the Cheefe that rais'd him to the Crowne And I le be Cheefe to bring him downe againe Not that I pitty Henries misery But seeke Reuenge on Edwards mockery Exit Enter Richard Clarence Somerset and Mountague Rich. Now tell me Brother Clarence what thinke you Of this new Marriage with the Lady Gray Hath not our Brother made a worthy choice Cla. Alas you know t is farre from hence to France How could he stay till Warwicke made returne Som. My Lords forbeare this talke heere comes the King Flourish Enter King Edward Lady Grey Penbrooke Stafford Hastings foure stand on one side and foure on the other Rich. And his well-chosen Bride Clarence I minde to tell him plainly what I thinke King Now Brother of Clarence How like you our Choyce That you stand pensiue as halfe malecontent Clarence As well as Lewis of France Or the Earle of Warwicke Which are so weake of courage and in iudgement That they 'le take no offence at our abuse King Suppose they take offence without a cause They are but Lewis and Warwicke I am Edward Your King and Warwickes and must haue my will Rich. And shall haue your will because our King Yet hastie Marriage seldome proueth well King Yea Brother Richard are you offended too Rich. Not I no God forbid that I should wish them seuer'd Whom God hath ioyn'd together I and 't were pittie to sunder them That yoake so well together King Setting your skornes and your mislike aside Tell me some reason why the Lady Grey Should not become my Wife and Englands Queene And you too Somerset and Mountague Speake freely what you thinke Clarence Then this is mine opinion That King Lewis becomes your Enemie For mocking him about the Marriage Of the Lady Bona. Rich. And Warwicke doing what you gaue in charge Is now dis-honored by this new Marriage King What if both Lewis and Warwick be appeas'd By such inuention as I can deuise Mount Yet to haue ioyn'd with France in such alliance Would more haue strength'ned this our Commonwealth ' Gainst forraine stormes then any home-bred Marriage Hast. Why knowes not Mountague that of
it selfe England is safe if true within it selfe Mount But the safer when 't is back'd with France Hast. 'T is better vsing France then trusting France Let vs be back'd with God and with the Seas Which he hath giu'n for fence impregnable And with their helpes onely defend our selues In them and in our selues our safetie lyes Clar. For this one speech Lord Hastings well deserues To haue the Heire of the Lord Hungerford King I what of that it was my will and graunt And for this once my Will shall stand for Law Rich. And yet me thinks your Grace hath not done well To giue the Heire and Daughter of Lord Scales Vnto the Brother of your louing Bride Shee better would haue fitted me or Clarence But in your Bride you burie Brotherhood Clar. Or else you would not haue bestow'd the Heire Of the Lord Bonuill on your new Wiues Sonne And leaue your Brothers to goe speede elsewhere King Alas poore Clarence is it for a Wife That thou art malecontent I will prouide thee Clarence In chusing for your selfe You shew'd your iudgement Which being shallow you shall giue me leaue To play the Broker in mine owne behalfe And to that end I shortly minde to leaue you King Leaue me or tarry Edward will be King And not be ty'd vnto his Brothers will Lady Grey My Lords before it pleas'd his Maiestie To rayse my State to Title of a Queene Doe me but right and you must all confesse That I was not ignoble of Descent And meaner then my selfe haue had like fortune But as this Title honors me and mine So your dislikes to whom I would be pleasing Doth cloud my ioyes with danger and with sorrow King My Loue forbeare to fawne vpon their frownes What danger or what sorrow can befall thee So long as Edward is thy constant friend And their true Soueraigne whom they must obey Nay whom they shall obey and loue thee too Vnlesse they seeke for hatred at my hands Which if they doe yet will I keepe thee safe And they shall feele the vengeance of my wrath Rich. I heare yet say not much but thinke the more Enter a Poste King Now Messenger what Letters or what Newes from France Post My Soueraigne Liege no Letters few words But such as I without your speciall pardon Dare not relate King Goe too wee pardon thee Therefore in briefe tell me their words As neere as thou canst guesse them What answer makes King Lewis vnto our Letters Post. At my depart these were his very words Goe tell false Edward the supposed King That Lewis of France is sending ouer Maskers To reuell it with him and his new Bride King Is Lewis so braue belike he thinkes me Henry But what said Lady Bona to my Marriage Post These were her words vtt'red with mild disdaine Tell him in hope hee 'le proue a Widower shortly I le weare the Willow Garland for his sake King I blame not her she could say little lesse She had the wrong But what said Henries Queene For I haue heard that she was there in place Post Tell him quoth she My mourning Weedes are done And I am readie to put Armour on King Belike she minds to play the Amazon But what said Warwicke to these iniuries Post He more incens'd against your Maiestie Then all the rest discharg'd me with these words Tell him from me that he hath done me wrong And therefore I le vncrowne him er 't be long King Ha durst the Traytor breath out so prowd words Well I will arme me being thus fore-warn'd They shall haue Warres and pay for their presumption But say is Warwicke friends with Margaret Post I gracious Soueraigne They are so link'd in friendship That yong Prince Edward marryes Warwicks Daughter Clarence Belike the elder Clarence will haue the younger Now Brother King farewell and sit you fast For I will hence to Warwickes other Daughter That though I want a Kingdome yet in Marriage I may not proue inferior to your selfe You that loue me and Warwicke follow me Exit Clarence and Somerset followes Rich. Not I My thoughts ayme at a further matter I stay not for the loue of Edward but the Crowne King Clarence and Somerset both gone to Warwicke Yet am I arm'd against the worst can happen And haste is needfull in this desp'rate case Pembrooke and Stafford you in our behalfe Goe leuie men and make prepare for Warre They are alreadie or quickly will be landed My selfe in person will straight follow you Exeunt Pembrooke and Stafford But ere I goe Hastings and Mountague Resolue my doubt you twaine of all the rest Are neere to Warwicke by bloud and by allyance Tell me if you loue Warwicke more then me If it be so then both depart to him I rather wish you foes then hollow friends But if you minde to hold your true obedience Giue me assurance with some friendly Vow That I may neuer haue you in suspect Mount So God helpe Mountague as hee proues true Hast. And Hastings as hee fauours Edwards cause King Now Brother Richard will you stand by vs Rich. I in despight of all that shall withstand you King Why so then am I sure of Victorie Now therefore let vs hence and lose no howre Till wee meet Warwicke with his forreine powre Exeunt Enter Warwicke and Oxford in England with French Souldiors Warw. Trust me my Lord all hitherto goes well The common people by numbers swarme to vs. Enter Clarence and Somerset But see where Somerset and Clarence comes Speake suddenly my Lords are wee all friends Clar. Feare not that my Lord. Warw. Then gentle Clarence welcome vnto Warwicke And welcome Somerset I hold it cowardize To rest mistrustfull where a Noble Heart Hath pawn'd an open Hand in signe of Loue Else might I thinke that Clarence Edwards Brother Were but a fained friend to our proceedings But welcome sweet Clarence my Daughter shall be thine And now what rests but in Nights Couerture Thy Brother being carelessely encamp'd His Souldiors lurking in the Towne about And but attended by a simple Guard Wee may surprize and take him at our pleasure Our Scouts haue found the aduenture very easie That as Vlysses and stout Diomede With sleight and manhood stole to Rhesus Tents And brought from thence the Thracian fatall Steeds So wee well couer'd with the Nights black Mantle At vnawares may beat downe Edwards Guard And seize himselfe I say not slaughter him For I intend but onely to surprize him You that will follow me to this attempt Applaud the Name of Henry with your Leader They all cry Henry Why then let 's on our way in silent sort For Warwicke and his friends God and Saint George Exeunt Enter three Watchmen to guard the Kings Tent. 1. Watch. Come on my Masters each man take his stand The King by this is set him downe to sleepe 2. Watch. What will he not to Bed 1. Watch. Why no for he hath made a solemne Vow Neuer to
fetter'd the Kingly Lyon And made the Forrest tremble when they roar'd Thus haue we swept Suspition from our Seate And made our Footstoole of Security Come hither Besse and let me kisse my Boy Yong Ned for thee thine Vnckles and my selfe Haue in our Armors watcht the Winters night Went all afoote in Summers scalding heate That thou might'st repossesse the Crowne in peace And of our Labours thou shalt reape the gaine Rich. I le blast his Haruest if your head were laid For yet I am not look'd on in the world This shoulder was ordain'd so thicke to heaue And heaue it shall some waight or breake my backe Worke thou the way and that shalt execute King Clarence and Gloster loue my louely Queene And kis your Princely Nephew Brothers both Cla. The duty that I owe vnto your Maiesty I Seale vpon the lips of this sweet Babe Cla. Thanke Noble Clarence worthy brother thanks Rich. And that I loue the tree froÌ whence y u sprang'st Witnesse the louing kisse I giue the Fruite To say the truth so Iudas kist his master And cried all haile when as he meant all harme King Now am I seated as my soule delights Hauing my Countries peace and Brothers loues Cla. What will your Grace haue done with Margaret Reynard her Father to the King of France Hath pawn'd the Sicils and Ierusalem And hither haue they sent it for her ransome King Away with her and waft her hence to France And now what rests but that we spend the time With stately Triumphes mirthfull Comicke shewes Such as befits the pleasure of the Court. Sound Drums and Trumpets farwell sowre annoy For heere I hope begins our lasting ioy Exeunt omnes FINIS The Tragedy of Richard the Third with the Landing of Earle Richmond and the Battell at Bosworth Field Actus Primus Scoena Prima Enter Richard Duke of Gloster solus NOw is the Winter of our Discontent Made glorious Summer by this Son of Yorke And all the clouds that lowr'd vpon our house In the deepe bosome of the Ocean buried Now are our browes bound with Victorious Wreathes Our bruised armes hung vp for Monuments Our sterne Alarums chang'd to merry Meetings Our dreadfull Marches to delightfull Measures Grim-visag'd Warre hath smooth'd his wrinkled Front And now in stead of mounting Barbed Steeds To fright the Soules of fearfull Aduersaries He capers nimbly in a Ladies Chamber To the lasciuious pleasing of a Lute But I that am not shap'd for sportiue trickes Nor made to court an amorous Looking-glasse I that am Rudely stampt and want loues Maiesty To strut before a wonton ambling Nymph I that am curtail'd of this faire Proportion Cheated of Feature by dissembling Nature Deform'd vn-finish'd sent before my time Into this breathing World scarse halfe made vp And that so lamely and vnfashionable That dogges barke at me as I halt by them Why I in this weake piping time of Peace Haue no delight to passe away the time Vnlesse to see my Shadow in the Sunne And descant on mine owne Deformity And therefore since I cannot proue a Louer To entertaine these faire well spoken dayes I am determined to proue a Villaine And hate the idle pleasures of these dayes Plots haue I laide Inductions dangerous By drunken Prophesies Libels and Dreames To set my Brother Clarence and the King In deadly hate the one against the other And if King Edward be as true and iust As I am Subtle False and Treacherous This day should Clarence closely be mew'd vp About a Prophesie which sayes that G Of Edwards heyres the murtherer shall be Diue thoughts downe to my soule here Clarence comes Enter Clarence and Brakenbury guarded Brother good day What meanes this armed guard That waites vpon your Grace Cla. His Maiesty tendring my persons safety Hath appointed this Conduct to conuey me to th' Tower Rich. Vpon what cause Cla. Because my name is George Rich. Alacke my Lord that fault is none of yours He should for that commit your Godfathers O belike his Maiesty hath some intent That you should be new Christned in the Tower But what 's the matter Clarence may I know Cla. Yea Richard when I know but I protest As yet I do not But as I can learne He hearkens after Prophesies and Dreames And from the Crosse-row pluckes the letter G And sayes a Wizard told him that by G His issue disinherited should be And for my name of George begins with G It followes in his thought that I am he These as I learne and such like toyes as these Hath moou'd his Highnesse to commit me now Rich. Why this it is when men are rul'd by Women 'T is not the King that sends you to the Tower My Lady Grey his Wife Clarence 't is shee That tempts him to this harsh Extremity Was it not shee and that good man of Worship Anthony Woodeulle her Brother there That made him send Lord Hastings to the Tower From whence this present day he is deliuered We are not safe Clarence we are not safe Cla. By heauen I thinke there is no man secure But the Queenes Kindred and night-walking Heralds That trudge betwixt the King and Mistris Shore Heard you not what an humble Suppliant Lord Hastings was for her deliuery Rich. Humbly complaining to her Deitie Got my Lord Chamberlaine his libertie I le tell you what I thinke it is our way If we will keepe in fauour with the King To be her men and weare her Liuery The iealous ore-worne Widdow and her selfe Since that our Brother dub'd them Gentlewomen Are mighty Gossips in our Monarchy Bra. I beseech your Graces both to pardon me His Maiesty hath straightly giuen in charge That no man shall haue priuate Conference Of what degree soeuer with your Brother Rich. Euen so and please your Worship Brakenbury You may partake of any thing we say We speake no Treason man We say the King Is wise and vertuous and his Noble Queene Well strooke in yeares faire and not iealious We say that Shores Wife hath a pretty Foot A cherry Lip a bonny Eye a passing pleasing tongue And that the Queenes Kindred are made gentle Folkes How say you sir can you deny all this Bra. With this my Lord my selfe haue nought to doo Rich. Naught to do with Mistris Shore I tell thee Fellow he that doth naught with her Excepting one were best to do it secretly alone Bra. What one my Lord Rich. Her Husband Knaue would'st thou betray me Bra. I do beseech your Grace To pardon me and withall forbeare Your Conference with the Noble Duke Cia We know thy charge Brakenbury and wil obey Rich. We are the Queenes abiects and must obey Brother farewell I will vnto the King And whatsoe're you will imploy me in Were it to call King Edwards Widdow Sister I will performe it to infranchise you Meane time this deepe disgrace in Brotherhood Touches me deeper then you can imagine Cla. I know it pleaseth neither of vs well Rich. Well
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
Noble I le doth want his proper Limmes His Face defac'd with skarres of Infamie His Royall Stock grafft with ignoble Plants And almost shouldred in the swallowing Gulfe Of darke Forgetfulnesse and deepe Obliuion Which to recure we heartily solicite Your gracious selfe to take on you the charge And Kingly Gouernment of this your Land Not as Protector Steward Substitute Or lowly Factor for anothers gaine But as successiuely from Blood to Blood Your Right of Birth your Empyrie your owne For this consorted with the Citizens Your very Worshipfull and louing friends And by their vehement instigation In this iust Cause come I to moue your Grace Rich. I cannot tell if to depart in silence Or bitterly to speake in your reproofe Best fitteth my Degree or your Condition If not to answer you might haply thinke Tongue-ty'd Ambition not replying yeelded To beare the Golden Yoake of Soueraigntie Which fondly you would here impose on me If to reproue you for this suit of yours So season'd with your faithfull loue to me Then on the other side I check'd my friends Therefore to speake and to auoid the first And then in speaking not to incurre the last Definitiuely thus I answer you Your loue deserues my thankes but my desert Vnmeritable shunnes your high request First if all Obstacles were cut away And that my Path were euen to the Crowne As the ripe Reuenue and due of Birth Yet so much is my pouertie of spirit So mightie and so manie my defects That I would rather hide me from my Greatnesse Being a Barke to brooke no mightie Sea Then in my Greatnesse couet to be hid And in the vapour of my Glory smother'd But God be thank'd there is no need of me And much I need to helpe you were there need The Royall Tree hath left vs Royall Fruit Which mellow'd by the stealing howres of time Will well become the Seat of Maiestie And make no doubt vs happy by his Reigne On him I lay that you would lay on me The Right and Fortune of his happie Starres Which God defend that I should wring from him Buck. My Lord this argues Conscience in your Grace But the respects thereof are nice and triuiall All circumstances well considered You say that Edward is your Brothers Sonne So say we too but not by Edwards Wife For first was be contract to Lady Lucie Your Mother liues a Witnesse to his Vow And afterward by substitute betroth'd To Bona Sister to the King of France These both put off a poore Petitioner A Care-cras'd Mother to a many Sonnes A Beautie-waining and distressed Widow Euen in the after-noone of her best dayes Made prize and purchase of his wanton Eye Seduc'd the pitch and height of his degree To base declension and loath'd Bigamie By her in his vnlawfull Bed he got This Edward whom our Manners call the Prince More bitterly could I expostulate Saue that for reuerence to some aliue I giue a sparing limit to my Tongue Then good my Lord take to your Royall selfe This proffer'd benefit of Dignitie If not to blesse vs and the Land withall Yet to draw forth your Noble Ancestrie From the corruption of abusing times Vnto a Lineall true deriued course Maior Do good my Lord your Citizens entreat you Buck. Refuse not mightie Lord this proffer'd loue Catesb O make them ioyfull grant their lawfull suit Rich. Alas why would you heape this Care on me I am vnfit for State and Maiestie I doe beseech you take it not amisse I cannot nor I will not yeeld to you Buck If you refuse it as in loue and zeale Loth to depose the Child your Brothers Sonne As well we know your tendernesse of heart And gentle kinde effeminate remorse Which we haue noted in you to your Kindred And egally indeede to all Estates Yet know where you accept our suit or no Your Brothers Sonne shall neuer reigne our King But we will plant some other in the Throne To the disgrace and downe-fall of your House And in this resolution here we leaue you Come Citizens we will entreat no more Exeunt Catesb Call him againe sweet Prince accept their suit If you denie them all the Land will rue it Rich. Will you enforce me to a world of Cares Call them againe I am not made of Stones But penetrable to your kinde entreaties Albeit against my Conscience and my Soule Enter Buckingham and the rest Cousin of Buckingham and sage graue men Since you will buckle fortune on my back To beare her burthen where I will or no. I must haue patience to endure the Load But if black Scandall or foule-fac'd Reproach Attend the sequell of your Imposition Your meere enforcement shall acquittance me From all the impure blots and staynes thereof For God doth know and you may partly see How farre I am from the desire of this Maior God blesse your Grace wee see it and will say it Rich. In saying so you shall but say the truth Buck. Then I salute you with this Royall Title Long liue King Richard Englands worthie King All. Amen Buck. To morrow may it please you to be Crown'd Rich. Euen when you please for you will haue it so Buck. To morrow then we will attend your Grace And so most ioyfully we take our leaue Rich. Come let vs to our holy Worke againe Farewell my Cousins farewell gentle friends Exeunt Actus Quartus Scena Prima Enter the Queene Anne Duchesse of Gloucester the Duchesse of Yorke and Marquesse Dorset Duch. Yorke Who meetes vs heere My Neece Plantagenet Led in the hand of her kind Aunt of Gloster Now for my Life shee 's wandring to the Tower On pure hearts loue to greet the tender Prince Daughter well met Anne God giue your Graces both a happie And a ioyfull time of day Qu. As much to you good Sister whither away Anne No farther then the Tower and as I guesse Vpon the like deuotion as your selues To gratulate the gentle Princes there Qu. Kind Sister thankes wee 'le enter all together Enter the Lieutenant And in good time here the Lieutenant comes Master Lieutenant pray you by your leaue How doth the Prince and my young Sonne of Yorke Lieu. Right well deare Madame by your patience I may not suffer you to visit them The King hath strictly charg'd the contrary Qu. The King who 's that Lieu. I meane the Lord Protector Qu. The Lord protect him from that Kingly Title Hath he set bounds betweene their loue and me I am their Mother who shall barre me from them Duch. Yorke I am their Fathers Mother I will see them Anne Their Aunt I am in law in loue their Mother Then bring me to their sights I le beare thy blame And take thy Office from thee on my perill Lieu. No Madame no I may not leaue it so I am bound by Oath and therefore pardon me Exit Lieutenant Enter Stanley Stanley Let me but meet you Ladies one howre hence And I le salute your Grace of
quicke Qu. O no my Reasons are too deepe and dead Too deepe and dead poore Infants in their graues Harpe on it still shall I till heart-strings breake Rich. Harpe not on that string Madam that is past Now by my George my Garter and my Crowne Qu. Prophan'd dishonor'd and the third vsurpt Rich. I sweare Qu. By nothing for this is no Oath Thy George prophan'd hath lost his Lordly Honor Thy Garter blemish'd pawn'd his Knightly Vertue Thy Crowne vsurp'd disgrac'd his Kingly Glory If something thou would'st sweare to be beleeu'd Sweare then by something that thou hast not wrong'd Rich. Then by my Selfe Qu. Thy Selfe is selfe-misvs'd Rich. Now by the World Qu. 'T is full of thy foule wrongs Rich. My Fathers death Qu. Thy life hath it dishonor'd Rich. Why then by Heauen Qu. Heauens wrong is most of all If thou didd'st feare to breake an Oath with him The vnity the King my husband made Thou had'st not broken nor my Brothers died If thou had'st fear'd to breake an oath by him Th' Imperiall mettall circling now thy head Had grac'd the tender temples of my Child And both the Princes had bene breathing heere Which now two tender Bed-fellowes for dust Thy broken Faith hath made the prey for Wormes What can'st thou sweare by now Rich. The time to come Qu. That thou hast wronged in the time ore-past For I my selfe haue many teares to wash Heereafter time for time past wrong'd by thee The Children liue whose Fathers thou hast slaughter'd Vngouern'd youth to waile it with their age The Parents liue whose Children thou hast butcher'd Old barren Plants to waile it with their Age. Sweare not by time to come for that thou hast Misvs'd ere vs'd by times ill-vs'd repast Rich. As I entend to prosper and repent So thriue I in my dangerous Affayres Of hostile Armes My selfe my selfe confound Heauen and Fortune barre me happy houres Day yeeld me not thy light nor Night thy rest Be opposite all Planets of good lucke To my proceeding if with deere hearts loue Immaculate deuotion holy thoughts I tender not thy beautious Princely daughter In her consists my Happinesse and thine Without her followes to my selfe and thee Her selfe the Land and many a Christian soule Death Desolation Ruine and Decay It cannot be auoyded but by this It will not be auoyded but by this Therefore deare Mother I must call you so Be the Atturney of my loue to her Pleade what I will be not what I haue beene Not my deserts but what I will deserue Vrge the Necessity and state of times And be not peeuish found in great Designes Qu. Shall I be tempted of the Diuel thus Rich. I if the Diuell tempt you to do good Qu. Shall I forget my selfe to be my selfe Rich. I if your selfes remembrance wrong your selfe Qu. Yet thou didst kil my Children Rich. But in your daughters wombe I bury them Where in that Nest of Spicery they will breed Selues of themselues to your recomforture Qu. Shall I go win my daughter to thy will Rich. And be a happy Mother by the deed Qu. I go write to me very shortly And you shal vnderstand from me her mind Exit Q. Rich. Beare her my true loues kisse and so farewell Relenting Foole and shallow-changing Woman How now what newes Enter Ratcliffe Rat. Most mightie Soueraigne on the Westerne Coast Rideth a puissant Nauie to our Shores Throng many doubtfull hollow-hearted friends Vnarm'd and vnresolu'd to beat them backe 'T is thought that Richmond is their Admirall And there they hull expecting but the aide Of Buckingham to welcome them ashore Rich. Some light-foot friend post to y e Duke of Norfolk Ratcliffe thy selfe or Catesby where is hee Cat. Here my good Lord. Rich. Catesby flye to the Duke Cat. I will my Lord with all conuenient haste Rich. Catesby come hither poste to Salisbury When thou com'st thither Dull vnmindfull Villaine Why stay'st thou here and go'st not to the Duke Cat. First mighty Liege tell me your Highnesse pleasure What from your Grace I shall deliuer to him Rich. O true good Catesby bid him leuie straight The greatest strength and power that he can make And meet me suddenly at Salisbury Cat. I goe Exit Rat. What may it please you shall I doe at Salisbury Rich. Why what would'st thou doe there before I goe Rat. Your Highnesse told me I should poste before Rich. My minde is chang'd Enter Lord Stanley Stanley what newes with you Sta. None good my Liege to please you with y e hearing Nor none so bad but well may be reported Rich. Hoyday a Riddle neither good nor bad What need'st thou runne so many miles about When thou mayest tell thy Tale the neerest way Once more what newes Stan. Richmond is on the Seas Rich. There let him sinke and be the Seas on him White-liuer'd Runnagate what doth he there Stan. I know not mightie Soueraigne but by guesse Rich. Well as you guesse Stan. Stirr'd vp by Dorset Buckingham and Morton He makes for England here to clayme the Crowne Rich. Is the Chayre emptie is the Sword vnsway'd Is the King dead the Empire vnpossest What Heire of Yorke is there aliue but wee And who is Englands King but great Yorkes Heire Then tell me what makes he vpon the Seas Stan. Vnlesse for that my Liege I cannot guesse Rich. Vnlesse for that he comes to be your Liege You cannot guesse wherefore the Welchman comes Thou wilt reuolt and flye to him I feare Stan. No my good Lord therefore mistrust me not Rich. Where is thy Power then to beat him back Where be thy Tenants and thy followers Are they not now vpon the Westerne Shore Safe-conducting the Rebels from their Shippes Stan. No my good Lord my friends are in the North. Rich. Cold friends to me what do they in the North When they should serue their Soueraigne in the West Stan. They haue not been commanded mighty King Pleaseth your Maiestie to giue me leaue I le muster vp my friends and meet your Grace Where and what time your Maiestie shall please Rich. I thou would'st be gone to ioyne with Richmond But I le not trust thee Stan. Most mightie Soueraigne You haue no cause to hold my friendship doubtfull I neuer was nor neuer will be false Rich. Goe then and muster men but leaue behind Your Sonne George Stanley looke your heart be firme Or else his Heads assurance is but fraile Stan. So deale with him as I proue true to you Exit Stanley Enter a Messenger Mess My gracious Soueraigne now in Deuonshire As I by friends am well aduertised Sir Edward Courtney and the haughtie Prelate Bishop of Exeter his elder Brother With many moe Confederates are in Armes Enter another Messenger Mess In Kent my Liege the Guilfords are in Armes And euery houre more Competitors Flocke to the Rebels and their power growes strong Enter another Messenger Mess My Lord the Armie of great Buckingham Rich. Out on ye Owles nothing but
erre he did it Now this followes Which as I take it is a kinde of Puppie To th' old dam Treason Charles the Emperour Vnder pretence to see the Queene his Aunt For t was indeed his colour but he came To whisper Wolsey here makes visitation His feares were that the Interview betwixt England and France might through their amity Breed him some preiudice for from this League Peep'd harmes that menac'd him Priuily Deales with our Cardinal and as I troa Which I doe well for I am sure the Emperour Paid ere he promis'd whereby his Suit was granted Ere it was ask'd But when the way was made And pau'd with gold the Emperor thus desir'd Thaâ he would please to alter the Kings course And breake the foresaid peace Let the King know As soone he shall by me that thus the Cardinall Does buy and sell his Honour as he pleases And for his owne aduantage Norf. I am sorry To heare this of him and could wish he were Somthing mistaken in 't Buck. No not a sillable I doe pronounce him in that very shape He shall appeare in proofe Enter Brandon a Sergeant at Armes before him and two or theee of the Guard Brandon Your Office Sergeant execute it Sergeant Sir My Lord the Duke of Buckingham and Earle Of Hertford Stafford and Northampton I Arrest thee of High Treason in the name Of our most Soueraigne King Buck. Lo you my Lord The net has falne vpon me I shall perish Vnder deuice and practise Bran. I am sorry To see you tane from liberty to looke on The busines present T is his Highnes pleasure You shall to th' Tower Buck. It will helpe me nothing To plead mine Innocence for that dye is on me Which makes my whit'st part black The will of Heau'n Be done in this and all things I obey O my Lord Aburgany Fare you well Bran. Nay he must beare you company The King Is pleas'd you shall to th' Tower till you know How he determines further Abur As the Duke said The will of Heauen be done and the Kings pleasure By me obey'd Bran. Here is a warrant from The King t'attach Lord Mountacute and the Bodies Of the Dukes Confessor Iohn de la Car One Gilbert Pecke his Councellour Buck. So so These are the limbs o' th' Plot no more I hope Bra. A Monke o' th' Chartreux Buck O Michaell Hopkins Bra. He. Buck. My Surueyor is falce The ore-great Cardinall Hath shew'd him gold my life is spand already I am the shadow of poore Buckingham Whose Figure euen this instant Clowd puts on By Darkning my cleere Sunne My Lords farewell Exe. Scena Secunda Cornets Enter King Henry leaning on the Cardinals shoulder the Nobles and Sir Thomas Louell the Cardinall places himselfe vnder the Kings feete on his right side King My life it selfe and the best heart of it Thankes you for this great care I stood i' th' leuell Of a full-charg'd consederacie and giue thankes To you that choak'd it Let be cald before vs That Gentleman of Buckinghams in person I le heare him his confessions iustifie And point by point the Treasons of his Maister He shall againe relate A noyse within crying roome for the Queene vsher'd by the Duke of Norfolke Enter the Queene Norfolke and Suffolke she kneels King riseth from his State takes her vp kisses and placeth her by him Queen Nay we must longer kneele I am a Suitor King Arise and take place by vs halfe your Suit Neuer name to vs you haue halfe our power The other moity ere you aske is giuen Repeat your will and take it Queen Thanke your Maiesty That you would loue your selfe and in that loue Not vnconsidered leaue your Honour nor The dignity of your Office is the poynt Of my Petition Kin. Lady mine proceed Queen I am solicited not by a few And those of true condition That your Subiects Are in great grieuance There haue beene Commissions Sent downe among 'em which hath flaw'd the heart Of all their Loyalties wherein although My good Lord Cardinall they vent reproches Most bitterly on you as putter on Of these exactions yet the King our Maister Whose Honor Heauen shield from soile euen he escapes not Language vnmannerly yea such which breakes The sides of loyalty and almost appeares In lowd Rebellion Norf. Not almost appeares It doth appeare for vpon these Taxations The Clothiers all not able to maintaine The many to them longing haue put off The Spinsters Carders Fullers Weauers who Vnfit for other life compeld by hunger And lack of other meanes in desperate manner Daring th' euent too th' teeth are all in vprore And danger serues among them Kin. Taxation Wherein and what Taxation My Lord Cardinall You that are blam'd for it alike with vs Know you of this Taxation Card. Please you Sir I know but of a single part in ought Pertaines to th' State and front but in that File Where others tell steps with me Queen No my Lord You know no more then others But you frame Things that are knowne alike which are not wholsome To those which would not know them and yet must Perforce be their acquaintance These exactions Whereof my Soueraigne would haue note they are Most pestilent to th' hearing and to beare 'em The Backe is Sacrifice to th' load They say They are deuis'd by you er else you suffer Too hard an exclamation Kin. Still Exaction The nature of it in what kinde let 's know Is this Exaction Queen I am much too venturous In tempting of your patience but am boldned Vnder your promis'd pardon The Subiects griefe Comes through Commissions which compels from each The sixt part of his Substance to be leuied Without delay and the pretence for this Is nam'd your warres in France this makes bold mouths Tongues spit their duties out and cold hearts freeze Allegeance in them their curses now Liue where their prayers did and it 's come to passe This tractable obedience is a Slaue To each incensed Will I would your Highnesse Would giue it quicke consideration for There is no primer basenesse Kin. By my life This is against our pleasure Card. And for me I haue no further gone in this then by A single voice and that not past me but By learned approbation of the Iudges If I am Traduc'd by ignorant Tongues which neither know My faculties nor person yet will be The Chronicles of my doing Let me say 'T is but the fate of Place and the rough Brake That Vertue must goe through we must not stint Our necessary actions in the feare To cope malicious Censurers which euer As rau'nous Fishes doe a Vessell follow That is new trim'd but benefit no further Then vainly longing What we oft doe best By sicke Interpreters once weake ones is Not ours or not allow'd what worst as oft Hitting a grosser quality is cride vp For our best Act if we shall stand still In feare our motion will be mock'd or carp'd at We
breach of Duty this way Is businesse of Estate in which we come To know your Royall pleasure Kin. Ye are too bold Go too I le make ye know your times of businesse Is this an howre for temporall affaires Ha Enter Wolsey and Campeius with a Commission Who 's there my good Lord Cardinall O my Wolsey The quiet of my wounded Conscience Thou art a cure fit for a King you 'r welcome Most learned Reuerend Sir into our Kingdome Vse vs and it My good Lord haue great care I be not found a Talker Wol. Sir you cannot I would your Grace would giue vs but an houre Of priuate conference Kin. We are busie goe Norff. This Priest ha's no pride in him Suff. Not to speake of I would not be so sicke though for his place But this cannot continue Norff. If it doe I le venture one haue at him Suff. I another Exeunt Norfolke and Suffolke Wol. Your Grace ha's giuen a President of wisedome Aboue all Princes in committing freely Your scruple to the voycâ of Christendome Who can be angry now What Enuy reach you The Spaniard tide by blood and fauour to her Must now confesse if they haue any goodnesse The Tryall iust and Noble All the Clerkes I meane the learned ones in Christian Kingdomes Haue their free voyces Rome the Nurse of Iudgement Inuited by your Noble selfe hath sent One generall Tongue vnto vs. This good man This iust and learned Priest Cardnall Campeius Whom once more I present vnto your Highnesse Kin. And once more in mine armes I bid him welcome And thanke the holy Conclaue for their loues They haue sent me such a Man I would haue wish'd for Cam. Your Grace must needs deserue all strangers loues You are so Noble To your Highnesse hand I tender my Commission by whose vertue The Court of Rome commanding You my Lord Cardinall of Yorke are ioyn'd with me their Seruant In the vnpartiall iudging of this Businesse Kin. Two equall men The Queene shall be acquainted Forth with for what you come Where 's Gardiner Wol. I know your Maiesty ha's alwayes lou'd her So deare in heart not to deny her that A Woman of lesse Place might aske by Law Schollers allow'd freely to argue for her Kin. I and the best she shall haue and my fauour To him that doeâ best God forbid els Cardinall Prethee call Gardiner to me my new Secretary I find him a fit fellow Enter Gardiner Wol. Giue me your hand much ioy fauour to you You are the Kings now Gard. But to be commanded For euer by your Grace whose hand ha's rais'd me Kin. Come hither Gardiner Walkes and whispers Camp My Lord of Yorke was not one Doctor Paâe In this mans place before him Wol. Yes he was Camp Was he not held a learned man Wol. Yes surely Camp Beleeue me there 's an ill opinion spread then Euen of your selfe Lord Cardinall Wol. How of me Camp They will not sticke to say you enuide him And fearing he would rise he was so vertuous Kept him a forraigne man still which so greeu'd him That he ran mad and dide Wol. Heau'ns peace be with him That 's Christian care enough for liuing Murmurers There 's places of rebuke He was a Foole For he would needs be vertuous That good Fellow If I command him followes my appointment I will haue none so neere els Learne this Brother We liue not to be grip'd by meaner persons Kin. Deliuer this with modesty to th' Queene Exit Gardiner The most conuenient place that I can thinke of For such receipt of Learning is Black-Fryers There ye shall meete about this waighty busines My Wolsey see it furnish'd O my Lord Would it not grieue an able man to leaue So sweet a Bedfellow But Conscience Conscience O 't is a tender place and I must leaue her Exeunt Scena Tertia Enter Anne Bullen and an old Lady An. Not for that neither here 's the pang that pinches His Highnesse hauing liu'd so long with her and she So good a Lady that no Tongue could euer Pronounce dishonour of her by my life She neuer knew harme-doing Oh now after So many courses of the Sun enthroaned Still growing in a Maiesty and pompe the which To leaue a thousand fold more bitter then 'T is sweet at first t' acquire After this Processe To giue her the auaunt it is a pitty Would moue a Monster Old La. Hearts of most hard temper Melt and lament for her An. Oh Gods will much better She ne're had knowne pompe though 't be temporall Yet if that quarrell Fortune do diuorce It from the bearer 't is a sufferance panging As soule and bodies seuering Old L. Alas poore Lady Shee 's a stranger now againe An. So much the more Must pitty drop vpon her verily I sweare t is better to be lowly borne And range with humble liuers in Content Then to be perk'd vp in a glistring griefe And weare a golden sorrow Old L. Our content Is our best hauing Anne By my troth and Maidenhead I would not be a Queene Old L. Beshrew me I would And venture Maidenhead for 't and so would you For all this spice of your Hipocrisie You that haue so faire parts of Woman on you Haue too a Womans heart which euer yet Affected Eminence Wealth Soueraignty Which to say sooth are Blessings and which guifts Sauing your mincing the capacity Of your soft Chiuerell Conscience would receiue If you might please to stretch it Anne Nay good troth Old L. Yes troth troth you would not be a Queen Anne No not for all the riches vnder Heauen Old L. T is strange a three pence bow'd would hire me Old as I am to Queene it but I pray you What thinke you of a Dutchesse Haue you limbs To beare that load of Title An. No in truth Old L. Then you are weakly made plucke off a little I would not be a young Count in your way For more then blushing comes to If your backe Cannot vouchsafe this burthen t is too weake Euer to get a Boy An. How you doe talke I sweare againe I would not be a Queene For all the world Old L. In faith for little England You 'ld venture an emballing I my selfe Would for Carnaruanshire although there long'd No more to th' Crowne but that Lo who comes here Enter Lord Chamberlaine L. Cham. Good morrow Ladies what wer 't worth to know The secret of your conference An. My good Lord Not your demand it values not your asking Our Mistris Sorrowes we were pittying Cham. It was a gentle businesse and becomming The action of good women there is hope All will be well An. Now I pray God Amen Cham. You beare a gentle minde heau'nly blessings Follow such Creatures That you may faire Lady Perceiue I speake sincerely and high notes Tane of your many vertues the Kings Maiesty Commends his good opinion of you to you and Doe's purpose honour to you no lesse flowing Then
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
sence That keepe the word of promise to our eare And breake it to our hope I le not fight with thee Macd. Then yeeld thee Coward And liue to be the shew and gaze o' th' time Wee 'l haue thee as our rarer Monsters are Painted vpon a pole and vnder-writ Heere may you see the Tyrant Macb. I will not yeeld To kisse the ground before young Malcolmes feet And to be baited with the Rabbles curse Though Byrnane wood be come to Dunsinane And thou oppos'd being of no woman borne Yet I will try the last Before my body I throw my warlike Shield Lay on Macduffe And damn'd be him that first cries hold enough Exeunt fighting Alarums Enter Fighting and Macbeth slaine Retreat and Flourish Enter with Drumme and Colours Malcolm Seyward Rosse Thanes Soldiers Mal. I would the Friends we misse were safe arriu'd Sey. Some must go off and yet by these I see So great a day as this is cheapely bought Mal. Macduffe is missing and your Noble Sonne Rosse Your son my Lord ha's paid a souldiers debt He onely liu'd but till he was a man The which no sooner had his Prowesse confirm'd In the vnshrinking station where he fought But like a man he dy'de Sey. Then he is dead Rosse I and brought off the field your cause of sorrow Must not be measur'd by his worth for then It hath no end Sey. Had he his hurts before Rosse I on the Front Sey. Why then Gods Soldier be he Had I as many Sonnes as I haue haires I would not wish them to a fairer death And so his Knell is knoll'd Mal. Hee 's worth more sorrow And that I le spend for him Sey. He 's worth no more They say he parted well and paid his score And so God be with him Here comes newer comfort Enter Macduffe with Macbeths head Macd. Haile King for so thou art Behold where stands Th' Vsurpers cursed head the time is free I see thee compast with thy Kingdomes Pearle That speake my salutation in their minds Whose voyces I desire alowd with mine Haile King of Scotland All. Haile King of Scotland Flourish Mal. We shall not spend a large expence of time Before we reckon with your seuerall loues And make vs euen with you My Thanes and Kinsmen Henceforth be Earles the first that euer Scotland In such an Honor nam'd What 's more to do Which would be planted newly with the time As calling home our exil'd Friends abroad That fled the Snares of watchfull Tyranny Producing forth the cruell Ministers Of this dead Butcher and his Fiend-like Queene Who as 't is thought by selfe and violent hands Tooke off her life This and what needfull else That call's vpon vs by the Grace of Grace We will performe in measure time and place So thankes to all at once and to each one Whom we inuite to see vs Crown'd at Scone Flourish Exeunt Omnes FINIS THE TRAGEDIE OF HAMLET Prince of Denmarke Actus Primus Scoena Prima Enter Barnardo and Francisco two Centinels Barnardo WHo 's there Fran. Nay answer me Stand vnfold your selfe Bar. Long liue the King Fran. Barnardo Bar. He. Fran. You come most carefully vpon your houre Bar. 'T is now strook twelue get thee to bed Francisco Fran. For this releefe much thankes 'T is bitter cold And I am sicke at heart Barn Haue you had quiet Guard Fran. Not a Mouse stirring Barn Well goodnight If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus the Riuals of my Watch bid them make hast Enter Horatio and Marcellus Fran. I thinke I heare them Stand who 's there Hor. Friends to this ground Mar. And Leige-men to the Dane Fran. Giue you good night Mar. O farwel honest Soldier who hath relieu'd you Fra. Barnardo ha's my place giue you goodnight Exit Fran. Mar. Holla Barnardo Bar. Say what is Horatio there Hor. A peece of him Bar. Welcome Horatio welcome good Marcellus Mar. What ha's this thing appear'd againe to night Bar. I haue seene nothing Mar. Horatio saies 't is but our Fantasie And will not let beleefe take hold of him Touching this dreaded sight twice seene of vs Therefore I haue intreated him along With vs to watch the minutes of this Night That if againe this Apparition come He may approue our eyes and speake to it Hor. Tush tush 't will not appeare Bar. Sit downe a-while And let vs once againe assaile your eares That are so fortified against our Story What we two Nights haue seene Hor. Well sit we downe And let vs heare Barnardo speake of this Barn Last night of all When yond same Starre that 's Westward from the Pole Had made his course t' illume that part of Heauen Where now it burnes Marcellus and my selfe The Bell then beating one Mar. Peace breake thee of Enter the Ghost Looke where it comes againe Barn In the same figure like the King that 's dead Mar. Thou art a Scholler speake to it Horatio Barn Lookes it not like the King Marke it Horatio Hora. Most like It harrowes me with fear wonder Barn It would be spoke too Mar. Question it Horatio Hor. What art thou that vsurp'st this time of night Together with that Faire and Warlike forme In which the Maiesty of buried Denmarke Did sometimes march By Heauen I charge thee speake Mar. It is offended Barn See it stalkes away Hor. Stay speake speake I Charge thee speake Exit the Ghost Mar. 'T is gone and will not answer Barn How now Horatio You tremble look pale Is not this something more then Fantasie What thinke you on 't Hor. Before my God I might not this beleeue Without the sensible and true auouch Of mine owne eyes Mar. Is it not like the King Hor. As thou art to thy selfe Such was the very Armour he had on When th' Ambitious Norwey combatted So frown'd he once when in an angry parle He smot the sledded Pollax on the Ice 'T is strange Mar. Thus twice before and iust at this dead houre With Martiall stalke hath he gone by our Watch. Hor. In what particular thought to work I know not But in the grosse and scope of my Opinion This boades some strange erruption to our State Mar. Good now sit downe tell me he that knowes Why this same strict and most obseruant Watch So nightly toyles the subiect of the Land And why such dayly Cast of Brazon Cannon And Forraigne Mart for Implements of warre Why such impresse of Ship-wrights whose sore Taske Do's not diuide the Sunday from the weeke What might be toward that this sweaty hast Doth make the Night ioynt-Labourer with the day Who is' t that can informe me Hor. That can I At least the whisper goes so Our last King Whose Image euen but now appear'd to vs Was as you know by Fortinbras of Norway Thereto prick'd on by a most emulate Pride Dar'd to the Combate In which our Valiant Hamlet For so this side of our knowne world esteem'd him Did slay this
fiery minde A sauagenes in vnreclaim'd bloud of generall assault Reynol But my good Lord. Polon Wherefore should you doe this Reynol I my Lord I would know that Polon Marry Sir heere 's my drift And I belieue it is a fetch of warrant You laying these slight sulleyes on my Sonne As 't were a thing a little soil'd i' th' working Marke you your party in conuerse him you would sound Hauing euer seene In the prenominate crimes The youth you breath of guilty be assur'd He closes with you in this consequence Good sir or so or friend or Gentleman According to the Phrase and the Addition Of man and Country Reynol Very good my Lord. Polon And then Sir does he this He does what was I about to say I was about to say somthing where did I leaue Reynol At closes in the consequence At friend or so and Gentleman Polon At closes in the consequence I marry He closes with you thus I know the Gentleman I saw him yesterday or tother day Or then or then with such and such and as you say There was he gaming there o're tooke in 's Rouse There falling out at Tennis or perchance I saw him enter such a house of saile Videlicet a Brothell or so forth See you now Your bait of falshood takes this Cape of truth And thus doe we of wisedome and of reach With windlesses and with assaies of Bias By indirections finde directions out So by my former Lecture and aduice Shall you my Sonne you haue me haue you not Reynol My Lord I haue Polon God buy you fare you well Reynol Good my Lord. Polon Obserue his inclination in your selfe Reynol I shall my Lord. Polon And let him plye his Musicke Reynol Well my Lord. Exit Enter Ophelia Polon Farewell How now Ophelia what 's the matter Ophe. Alas my Lord I haue beene so affrighted Polon With what in the name of Heauen Ophe. My Lord as I was sowing in my Chamber Lord Hamlet with his doublet all vnbrac'd No hat vpon his head his stockings foul'd Vngartred and downe giued to his Anckle Pale as his shirt his knees knocking each other And with a looke so pitious in purport As if he had been loosed out of hell To speake of horrors he comes before me Polon Mad for thy Loue Ophe. My Lord I doe not know but truly I do feare it Polon What said he Ophe. He tooke me by the wrist and held me hard Then goes he to the length of all his arme And with his other hand thus o're his brow He fals to such perusall of my face As he would draw it Long staid he so At last a little shaking of mine Arme And thrice his head thus wauing vp and downe He rais'd a sigh so pittious and profound That it did seeme to shatter all his bulke And end his being That done he lets me goe And with his head ouer his shoulders turn'd He seem'd to finde his way without his eyes For out adores he went without their helpe And to the last bended their light on me Polon Goe with me I will goe seeke the King This is the very extasie of Loue Whose violent property foredoes it selfe And leads the will to desperate Vndertakings As oft as any passion vnder Heauen That does afflict our Natures I am sorrie What haue you giuen him any hard words of late Ophe. No my good Lord but as you did command I did repell his Letters and deny'de His accesse to me Pol. That hath made him mad I am sorrie that with better speed and iudgement I had not quoted him I feare he did but trifle And meant to wracke thee but beshrew my iealousie It seemes it is as proper to our Age To cast beyond our selues in our Opinions As it is common for the yonger sort To lacke discretion Come go we to the King This must be knowne w c being kept close might moue More greefe to hide then hate to vtter loue Exeunt Scena Secunda Enter King Queene Rosincrane and Guildensterne Cumalijs King Welcome deere Rosincrance and Guildensterne Moreouer that we much did long to see you The neede we haue to vse you did prouoke Our hastie sending Something haue you heard Of Hamlets transformation so I call it Since not th' exterior nor the inward man Resembles that it was What it should bee More then his Fathers death that thus hath put him So much from th' vnderstanding of himselfe I cannot deeme of I intreat you both That being of so young dayes brought vp with him And since so Neighbour'd to his youth and humour That you vouchsafe your rest heere in our Court Some little time so by your Companies To draw him on to pleasures and to gather So much as from Occasions you may gleane That open'd lies within our remedie Qu. Good Gentlemen he hath much talk'd of you And sure I am two men there are not liuing To whom he more adheres If it will please you To shew vs so much Gentrie and good will As to expend your time with vs a-while For the supply and profit of our Hope Your Visitation shall receiue such thankes As fits a Kings remembrance Rosin Both your Maiesties Might by the Soueraigne power you haue of vs Put your dread pleasures more into Command Then to Entreatie Guil. We both obey And here giue vp our selues in the full bent To lay our Seruices freely at your feete To be commanded King Thankes Rosincrance and gentle Guildensterne Qu. Thankes Guildensterne and gentle Rosincrance And I beseech you instantly to visit My too much changed Sonne Go some of ye And bring the Gentlemen where Hamlet is Guil. Heauens make our presence and our practises Pleasant and helpfull to him Exit Queene Amen Enter Polonius Pol. Th' Ambassadors from Norwey my good Lord Are ioyfully return'd King Thou still hast bin the Father of good Newes Pol. Haue I my Lord Assure you my good Liege I hold my dutie as I hold my Soule Both to my God one to my gracious King And I do thinke or else this braine of mine Hunts not the traile of Policie so sure As I haue vs'd to do that I haue found The very cause of Hamlets Lunacie King Oh speake of that that I do long to heare Pol. Giue first admittance to th' Ambassadors My Newes shall be the Newes to that great Feast King Thy selfe do grace to them and bring them in He tels me my sweet Queene that he hath found The head and sourse of all your Sonnes distemper Qu. I doubt it is no other but the maine His Fathers death and our o're-hasty Marriage Enter Polonius Voltumand and Cornelius King Well we shall sift him Welcome good Frends Say Voltumand what from our Brother Norwey Volt. Most faire returne of Greetings and Desires Vpon our first he sent out to suppresse His Nephewes Leuies which to him appear'd To be a preparation ' gainst the Poleak But better look'd into he truly found It was against your Highnesse
whereat greeued That so his Sicknesse Age and Impotence Was falsely borne in hand sends out Arrests On Fortinbras which he in breefe obeyes Receiues rebuke from Norwey and in fine Makes Vow before his Vnkle neuer more To giue th' assay of Armes against your Maiestie Whereon old Norwey ouercome with ioy Giues him three thousand Crownes in Annuall Fee And his Commission to imploy those Soldiers So leuied as before against the Poleak With an intreaty heerein further shewne That it might please you to giue quiet passe Through your Dominions for his Enterprize On such regards of safety and allowance As therein are set downe King It likes vs well And at our more consider'd time wee 'l read Answer and thinke vpon this Businesse Meane time we thanke you for your well-tooke Labour Go to your rest at night wee 'l Feast together Most welcome home Exit Ambass Pol. This businesse is very well ended My Liege and Madam to expostulate What Maiestie should be what Dutie is Why day is day night night and time is time Were nothing but to waste Night Day and Time Therefore since Breuitie is the Soule of Wit And tediousnesse the limbes and outward flourishes I will be breefe Your Noble Sonne is mad Mad call I it for to define true Madnesse What is' t but to be nothing else but mad But let that go Qu. More matter with lesse Art Pol. Madam I sweare I vse no Art at all That he is mad 't is true 'T is true 't is pittie And pittie it is true A foolish figure But farewell it for I will vse no Art Mad let vs grant him then and now remaines That we finde out the cause of this effect Or rather say the cause of this defect For this effect defectiue comes by cause Thus it remaines and the remainder thus Perpend I haue a daughter haue whil'st she is mine Who in her Dutie and Obedience marke Hath giuen me this now gather and surmise The Letter To the Celestiall and my Soules Idoll the most beautified Ophelia That 's an ill Phrase a vilde Phrase beautified is a vilde Phrase but you shall heare these in her excellent white bosome these Qu. Came this from Hamlet to her Pol. Good Madam stay awhile I will be faithfull Doubt thou the Starres are fire Doubt that the Sunne doth moue Doubt Truth to be a Lier But neuer Doubt I loue O deere Ophelia I am ill at these Numbers I haue not Art to reckon my grones but that I loue thee best oh most Best beleeue it Adieu Thine euermore most deere Lady whilst this Machine is to him Hamlet This in Obedience hath my daughter shew'd me And more aboue hath his soliciting As they fell out by Time by Meanes and Place All giuen to mine eare King But how hath she receiu'd his Loue Pol. What do you thinke of me King As of a man faithfull and Honourable Pol. I wold faine proue so But what might you think When I had seene this hot loue on the wing As I perceiued it I must tell you that Before my Daughter told me what might you Or my deere Maiestie your Queene heere think If I had playd the Deske or Table-booke Or giuen my heart a winking mute and dumbe Or look'd vpon this Loue with idle sight What might you thinke No I went round to worke And my yong Mistris thus I did bespeake Lord Hamlet is a Prince out of thy Starre This must not be and then I Precepts gaue her That she should locke her selfe from his Resort Admit no Messengers receiue no Tokens Which done she tooke the Fruites of my Aduice And he repulsed A short Tale to make Fell into a Sadnesse then into a Fast Thence to a Watch thence into a Weaknesse Thence to a Lightnesse and by this declension Into the Madnesse whereon now he raues And all we waile for King Do you thinke 't is this Qu. It may be very likely Pol. Hath there bene such a time I 'de fain know that That I haue possitiuely said 't is so When it prou'd otherwise King Not that I know Pol. Take this from this if this be otherwise If Circumstances leade me I will finde Where truth is hid though it were hid indeede Within the Center King How may we try it further Pol. You know sometimes He walkes foure houres together heere In the Lobby Qu. So he ha's indeed Pol. At such a time I le loose my Daughter to him Be you and I behinde an Arras then Marke the encounter If he loue her not And be not from his reason falne thereon Let me be no Assistant for a State And keepe a Farme and Carters King We will try it Enter Hamlet reading on a Booke Qu. But looke where sadly the poore wretch Comes reading Pol. Away I do beseech you both away I le boord him presently Exit King Queen Oh giue me leaue How does my good Lord Hamlet Ham. Well God-a-mercy Pol. Do you know me my Lord Ham. Excellent excellent well y' are a Fishmonger Pol. Not I my Lord. Ham. Then I would you were so honest a man Pol. Honest my Lord Ham. I sir to be honest as this world goes is to bee one man pick'd out of two thousand Pol. That 's very true my Lord. Ham. For if the Sun breed Magots in a dead dogge being a good kissing Carrion Haue you a daughter Pol. I haue my Lord. Ham. Let her not walke i' th' Sunne Conception is a blessing but not as your daughter may conceiue Friend looke too 't Pol. How say you by that Still harping on my daughter yet he knew me not at first he said I was a Fishmonger he is farre gone farre gone and truly in my youth I suffred much extreamity for loue very neere this I le speake to him againe What do you read my Lord Ham. Words words words Pol. What is the matter my Lord Ham. Betweene who Pol. I meane the matter you meane my Lord. Ham. Slanders Sir for the Satyricall slaue saies here that old men haue gray Beards that their faces are wrinkled their eyes purging thicke Amber or Plum-Tree Gumme and that they haue a plentifull locke of Wit together with weake Hammes All which Sir though I most powerfully and potently beleeue yet I holde it not Honestie to haue it thus set downe For you your selfe Sir should be old as I am if like a Crab you could go backward Pol Though this be madnesse Yet there is Method in 't will you walke Out of the ayre my Lord Ham. Into my Graue Pol. Indeed that is out o' th' Ayre How pregnant sometimes his Replies are A happinesse That often Madnesse hits on Which Reason and Sanitie could not So prosperously be deliuer'd of I will leaue him And sodainely contriue the meanes of meeting Betweene him and my daughter My Honourable Lord I will most humbly Take my leaue of you Ham. You cannot Sir take from me any thing that I will more willingly part withall except
my life my life Polon Fare you well my Lord. Ham. These tedious old fooles Polon You goe to seeke my Lord Hamlet there hee is Enter Rosincran and Guildensterne Rosin God saue you Sir Guild Mine honour'd Lord Rosin My most deare Lord Ham. My excellent good friends How do'st thou Guildensterne Oh Rosincrane good Lads How doe ye both Rosin As the indifferent Children of the earth Guild Happy in that we are not ouer-happy on Fortunes Cap we are not the very Button Ham. Nor the Soales of her Shoo Rosin Neither my Lord. Ham. Then you liue about her waste or in the middle of her fauour Guil. Faith her priuates we Ham. In the secret parts of Fortune Oh most true â she is a Strumpet What 's the newes Rosin None my Lord but that the World 's growne honest Ham. Then is Doomesday neere But your newes is not true Let me question more in particular what haue you my good friends deserued at the hands of Fortune that she sends you to Prison hither Guil. Prison my Lord Ham. Denmark's a Prison Rosin Then is the World one Ham. A goodly one in which there are many Confines Wards and Dungeons Denmarke being one o' th' worst Rosin We thinke not so my Lord. Ham. Why then 't is none to you for there is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so to me it is a prison Rosin Why then your Ambition makes it one 't is too narrow for your minde Ham. O God I could be bounded in a nutshell and count my selfe a King of infinite space were it not that I haue bad dreames Guil. Which dreames indeed are Ambition for the very substance of the Ambitious is meerely the shadow of a Dreame Ham. A dreame it selfe is but a shadow Rosin Truely and I hold Ambition of so ayry and light a quality that it is but a shadowes shadow Ham. Then are our Beggers bodies and our Monarchs and out-stretcht Heroes the Beggers Shadowes shall wee to th' Court for by my fey I cannot reason Both. Wee 'l wait vpon you Ham. No such matter I will not sort you with the rest of my seruants for to speake to you like an honest man I am most dreadfully attended but in the beaten way of friendship What make you at Elsonower Rosin To visit you my Lord no other occasion Ham. Begger that I am I am euen poore in thankes but I thanke you and sure deare friends my thanks are too deare a halfepeny were you not sent for Is it your owne inclining Is it a free visitation Come deale iustly with me come come nay speake Guil. What should we say my Lord Ham. Why any thing But to the purpose you were sent for and there is a kinde confession in your lookes which your modesties haue not craft enough to color I know the good King Queene haue sent for you Rosin To what end my Lord Ham. That you must teach me but let mee coniure you by the rights of our fellowship by the consonancy of our youth by the Obligation of our euer-preserued loue and by what more deare a better proposer could charge you withall be euen and direct with me whether you were sent for or no. Rosin What say you Ham. Nay then I haue an eye of you if you loue me hold not off Guil. My Lord we were sent for Ham. I will tell you why so shall my anticipation preuent your discouery of your secricie to the King and Queene moult no feather I haue of late but wherefore I know not lost all my mirth forgone all custome of exercise and indeed it goes so heauenly with my disposition that this goodly frame the Earth seemes to me a sterrill Promontory this most excellent Canopy the Ayre look you this braue ore-hanging this Maiesticall Roofe fretted with golden fire why it appeares no other thing to mee then a foule and pestilent congregation of vapours What a piece of worke is a man how Noble in Reason how infinite in faculty in forme and mouing how expresse and admirable in Action how like an Angel in apprehension how like a God the beauty of the world the Parragon of Animals and yet to me what is this Quintessence of Dust Man delights not me no nor Woman neither though by your smiling you seeme to say so Rosin My Lord there was no such stuffe in my thoughts Ham. Why did you laugh when I said Man delights not me Rosin To thinke my Lord if you delight not in Man what Lenton entertainment the Players shall receiue from you wee coated them on the way and hither are they comming to offer you Seruice Ham. He that playes the King shall be welcome his Maiesty shall haue Tribute of mee the aduenturous Knight shal vse his Foyle and Target the Louer shall not sigh gratis the humorous man shall end his part in peace the Clowne shall make those laugh whose lungs are tickled a' th' sere and the Lady shall say her minde freely or the blanke Verse shall halt for 't what Players are they Rosin Euen those you were wont to take delight in the Tragedians of the City Ham. How chances it they trauaile their residence both in reputation and profit was better both wayes Rosin I thinke their Inhibition comes by the meanes of the late Innouation Ham. Doe they hold the same estimation they did when I was in the City Are they so follow'd Rosin No indeed they are not Ham How comes it doe they grow rusty Rosin Nay their indeauour keepes in the wonted pace But there is Sir an ayrie of Children little Yases that crye out on the top of question and are most tyrannically clap't for 't these are now the fashion and so be-ratled the common Stages so they call them that many wearing Rapiers are affraide of Goose-quils and dare scarse come thither Ham. What are they Children Who maintains ' em How are they escoted Will they pursue the Quality no longer then they can sing Will they not say afterwards if they should grow themselues to common Players as it is like most if their meanes are not better their Writers do them wrong to make them exclaim against their owne Succession Rosin Faith there ha's bene much to do on both sides and the Nation holds it no sinne to tarre them to Controuersie There was for a while no mony bid for argument vnlesse the Poet and the Player went to Cuffes in the Question Ham. Is' t possible Guild Oh there ha's beene much throwing about of Braines Ham Do the Boyes carry it away Rosin I that they do my Lord. Hercules his load too Ham. It is not strange for mine Vnckle is King of Denmarke and those that would make mowes at him while my Father liued giue twenty forty an hundred Ducates a peece for his picture in Little There is something in this more then Naturall if Philosophie could finde it out Flourish for the Players Guil. There are the Players Ham. Gentlemen you are
siz'd my Feare is so King Faith I must leaue thee Loue and shortly too My operant Powers my Functions leaue to do And thou shalt liue in this faire world behinde Honour'd belou'd and haply one as kinde For Husband shalt thou Bap. Oh confound the rest Such Loue must needs be Treason in my brest In second Husband let me be accurst None wed the second but who kill'd the first Ham. Wormwood Wormwood Bapt. The instances that second Marriage moue Are base respects of Thrist but none of Loue. A second time I kill my Husband dead When second Husband kisses me in Bed King I do beleeue you Think what now you speak But what we do determine oft we breake Purpose is but the slaue to Memorie Of violent Birth but poore validitie Which now like Fruite vnripe stickes on the Tree But fall vnshaken when they mellow bee Most necessary 't is that we forget To pay our selues what to our selues is debt What to our selues in passion we propose The passion ending doth the purpose lose The violence of other Greefe or Ioy Their owne ennactors with themselues destroy Where Ioy most Reuels Greefe doth most lament Greefe ioyes Ioy greeues on slender accident This world is not for aye nor 't is not strange That euen our Loues should with our Fortunes change For 't is a question left vs yet to proue Whether Loue lead Fortune or else Fortune Loue. The great man downe you marke his fauourites flies The poore aduanc'd makes Friends of Enemies And hitherto doth Loue on Fortune tend For who not needs shall neuer lacke a Frend And who in want a hollow Friend doth try Directly seasons him his Enemie But orderly to end where I begun Our Willes and Fates do so contrary run That our Deuices still are ouerthrowne Our thoughts are ours their ends none of our owne So thinke thou wilt no second Husband wed But die thy thoughts when thy first Lord is dead Bap. Nor Earth to giue me food nor Heauen light Sport and repose locke from me day and night Each opposite that blankes the face of ioy Meet what I would haue well and it destroy Both heere and hence pursue me lasting strife If once a Widdow euer I be Wife Ham. If she should breake it now King 'T is deepely sworne Sweet leaue me heere a while My spirits grow dull and faine I would beguile The tedious day with sleepe Qu. Sleepe rocke thy Braine Sleepes And neuer come mischance betweene vs twaine Exit Ham. Madam how like you this Play Qu. The Lady protests to much me thinkes Ham. Oh but shee 'l keepe her word King Haue you heard the Argument is there no Offence in 't Ham. No no they do but iest poyson in iest no Offence i' th' world King What do you call the Play Ham. The Mouse-trap Marry how Tropically This Play is the Image of a murder done in Vienna Gonzago is the Dukes name his wife Baptista you shall see anon 't is a knauish peece of worke But what o' that Your Maiestie and wee that haue free soules it touches vs not let the gail dâiade winch our withers are vnrung Enter Lucianus This is one Lucianus nephew to the King Ophe. You are a good Chorus my Lord. Ham. I could interpret betweene you and your loue if I could see the Puppets dallying Ophe. You are keene my Lord you are keene Ham. It would cost you a groaning to take off my edge Ophe. Still better and worse Ham. So you mistake Husbands Begin Murderer Pox leaue thy damnable Faces and begin Come the croaking Rauen doth bellow for Reuenge Lucian Thoughts blacke hands apt Drugges fit and Time agreeing Confederate season else no Creature seeing Thou mixture ranke of Midnight Weeds collected With Hecats Ban thrice blasted thrice infected Thy naturall Magicke and dire propertie On wholsome life vsurpe immediately Powres the poyson in his eares Ham. He poysons him i' th Garden for 's estate His name 's Gonzago the Story is extant and writ in choyce Italian You shall see anon how the Murtherer gets the loue of Gonzago's wife Ophe. The King rises Ham. What frighted with false fire Qu. How fares my Lord Pol. Giue o're the Play King Giue me some Light Away All. Lights Lights Lights Exeunt Manet Hamlet Horatio Ham. Why let the strucken Deere go weepe The Hart vngalled play For some must watch while some must sleepe So runnes the world away Would not this Sir and a Forrest of Feathers if the rest of my Fortunes turne Turke with me with two Prouinciall Roses on my rac'd Shooes get me a Fellowship in a crie of Players sir Hor. Halfe a share Ham. A whole one I For thou dost know Oh Damon deere This Realme dismantled was of Ioue himselfe And now reignes heere A verie verie Paiocke Hora. You might haue Rim'd Ham. Oh good Horatio I le take the Ghosts word for a thousand pound Did'st perceiue Hora. Verie well my Lord. Ham. Vpon the talke of the poysoning Hora. I did verie well note him Enter Rosincrance and Guildensterne Ham. Oh ha Come some Musick Come y e Recorders For if the King like not the Comedie Why then belike he likes it not perdie Come some Musicke Guild Good my Lord vouchsafe me a word with you Ham. Sir a whole History Guild The King sir Ham. I sir what of him Guild Is in his retyrement maruellous distemper'd Ham. With drinke Sir Guild No my Lord rather with choller Ham. Your wisedome should shew it selfe more richer to signifie this to his Doctor for for me to put him to his Purgation would perhaps plundge him into farre more Choller Guild Good my Lord put your discourse into some frame and start not so wildely from my affayre Ham. I am tame Sir pronounce Guild The Queene your Mother in most great affliction of spirit hath sent me to you Ham. You are welcome Guild Nay good my Lord this courtesie is not of the right breed If it shall please you to make me a wholsome answer I will doe your Mothers command'ment if not your pardon and my returne shall bee the end of my Businesse Ham. Sir I cannot Guild What my Lord Ham. Make you a wholsome answere my wits diseas'd But sir such answers as I can make you shal command or rather you say my Mother therfore no more but to the matter My Mother you say Rosin Then thus she sayes your behauior hath stroke her into amazement and admiration Ham. Oh wonderfull Sonne that can so astonish a Mother But is there no sequell at the heeles of this Mothers admiration Rosin She desires to speake with you in her Closset ere you go to bed Ham. We shall obey were she ten times our Mother Haue you any further Trade with vs Rosin My Lord you once did loue me Ham. So I do still by these pickers and stealers Rosin Good my Lord what is your cause of distemper You do freely barre the doore of your owne Libertie if you deny
or the Weedes To make them ranke Forgiue me this my Vertue For in the fatnesse of this pursie times Vertue it selfe of Vice must pardon begge Yea courb and woe for leaue to do him good Qu. Oh Hamlet Thou hast cleft my heart in twaine Ham. O throw away the worser part of it And liue the purer with the other halfe Good night but go not to mine Vnkles bed Assume a Vertue if you haue it not refraine to night And that shall lend a kinde of easinesse To the next abstinence Once more goodnight And when you are desirous to be blest I le blessing begge of you For this same Lord I do repent but heauen hath pleas'd it so To punish me with this and this with me That I must be their Scourge and Minister I will bestow him and will answer well The death I gaue him so againe good night I must be cruell onely to be kinde Thus bad begins and worse remaines behinde Qu. What shall I do Ham. Not this by no meanes that I bid you do Let the blunt King tempt you againe to bed Pinch Wanton on your cheeke call you his Mouse And let him for a paire of reechie kisses Or padling in your necke with his damn'd Fingers Make you to rauell all this matter out That I essentially am not in madnesse But made in craft 'T were good you let him know For who that 's but a Queene faire sober wise Would from a Paddocke from a Bat a Gibbe Such deere concernings hide Who would do so No in despight of Sense and Secrecie Vnpegge the Basket on the houses top Let the Birds flye and like the famous Ape To try Conclusions in the Basket creepe And breake your owne necke downe Qu. Be thou assur'd if words be made of breath And breath of life I haue no life to breath What thou hast saide to me Ham. I must to England you know that Qu. Alacke I had forgot 'T is so concluded on Ham. This man shall set me packing I le lugge the Guts into the Neighbor roome Mother goodnight Indeede this Counsellor Is now most still most secret and most graue Who was in life a foolish prating Knaue Come sir to draw toward an end with you Good night Mother Exit Hamlet tugging in Polonius Enter King King There 's matters in these sighes These profound heaues You must translate T is fit we vnderstand them Where is your Sonne Qu. Ah my good Lord what haue I seene to night King What Gertrude How do's Hamlet Qu. Mad as the Seas and winde when both contend Which is the Mightier in his lawlesse fit Behinde the Arras hearing something stirre He whips his Rapier out and cries a Rat a Rat And in his brainish apprehension killes The vnseene good old man King Oh heauy deed It had bin so with vs had we beene there His Liberty is full of threats to all To you your selfe to vs to euery one Alas how shall this bloody deede be answered It will be laide to vs whose prouidence Should haue kept short restrain'd and out of haunt This mad yong man But so much was our loue We would not vnderstand what was most fit But like the Owner of a foule disease To keepe it from divulging let 's it feede Euen on the pith of life Where is he gone Qu. To draw apart the body he hath kild O're whom his very madnesse like some Oare Among a Minerall of Mettels base Shewes it selfe pure He weepes for what is done King Oh Gertrude come away The Sun no sooner shall the Mountaines touch But we will ship him hence and this vilde deed We must with all our Maiesty and Skill Both countenance and excuse Enter Ros Guild Ho Guildenstern Friends both go ioyne you with some further ayde Hamlet in madnesse hath Polonius slaine And from his Mother Clossets hath he drag'd him Go seeke him out speake faire and bring the body Into the Chappell I pray you hast in this Exit Gent. Come Gertrude wee 'l call vp our wisest friends To let them know both what we meane to do And what 's vntimely done Oh come away My soule is full of discord and dismay Exeunt Enter Hamlet Ham. Safely stowed Gentlemen within Hamlet Lord Hamlet Ham. What noise Who cals on Hamlet Oh heere they come Enter Ros and Guildensterne Ro. What haue you done my Lord with the dead body Ham. Compounded it with dust whereto 't is Kinne Rosin Tell vs where 't is that we may take it thence And beare it to the Chappell Ham. Do not beleeue it Rosin Beleeue what Ham. That I can keepe your counsell and not mine owne Besides to be demanded of a Spundge what replication should be made by the Sonne of a King Rosin Take you me for a Spundge my Lord Ham. I sir that sokes vp the Kings Countenance his Rewards his Authorities but such Officers do the King best seruice in the end He keepes them like an Ape in the corner of his iaw first mouth'd to be last swallowed when he needes what you haue glean'd it is but squeezing you and Spundge you shall be dry againe Rosin I vnderstand you not my Lord. Ham. I am glad of it a knauish speech sleepes in a foolish eare Rosin My Lord you must tell vs where the body is and go with vs to the King Ham. The body is with the King but the King is not with the body The King is a thing Guild A thing my Lord Ham. Of nothing bring me to him hide Fox and all after Exeunt Enter King King I haue sent to seeke him and to find the bodie How dangerous is it that this man goes loose Yet must not we put the strong Law on him Hee 's loued of the distracted multitude Who like not in their iudgement but their eyes And where 't is so th' Offenders scourge is weigh'd But neerer the offence to beare all smooth and euen This sodaine sending him away must seeme Deliberate pause diseases desperate growne By desperate appliance are releeued Or not at all Enter Rosincrane How now What hath befalne Rosin Where the dead body is bestow'd my Lord We cannot get from him King But where is he Rosin Without my Lord guarded to know your pleasure King Bring him before vs. Rosin Hoa Guildensterne Bring in my Lord. Enter Hamlet and Guildensterne King Now Hamlet where 's Polonius Ham. At Supper King At Supper Where Ham. Not where he eats but where he is eaten a certaine conuocation of wormes are e'ne at him Your worm is your onely Emperor for diet We fat all creatures else to fat vs and we fat our selfe for Magots Your fat King and your leane Begger is but variable seruice to dishes but to one Table that 's the end King What dost thou meane by this Ham. Nothing but to shew you how a King may go a Progresse through the guts of a Begger King Where is Polonius Ham. In heauen send thither to see If your Messenger
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
indiscretion sometimes serues vs well When our deare plots do paule and that should teach vs There 's a Diuinity that shapes our ends Rough-hew them how we will Hor. That is most certaine Ham. Vp from my Cabin My sea-gowne scarft about me in the darke Grop'd I to finde out them had my desire Finger'd their Packet and in fine withdrew To mine owne roome againe making so bold My feares forgetting manners to vnseale Their grand Commission where I found Horatio Oh royall knauery An exact command Larded with many seuerall sorts of reason Importing Denmarks health and Englands too With hoo such Bugges and Goblins in my life That on the superuize no leasure bated No not to stay the grinding of the Axe My head shoud be struck off Hor. I st possible Ham. Here 's the Commission read it at more leysure But wilt thou heare me how I did proceed Hor. I beseech you Ham. Being thus benetted round with Villaines Ere I could make a Prologue to my braines They had begun the Play I sate me downe Deuis'd a new Commission wrote it faire I once did hold it as our Statists doe A basenesse to write faire and laboured much How to forget that learning but Sir now It did me Yeomans seruice wilt thou know The effects of what I wrote Hor. I good my Lord. Ham. An earnest Coniuration from the King As England was his faithfull Tributary As loue betweene them as the Palme should flourish As Peace should still her wheaten Garland weare And stand a Comma 'tweene their amities And many such like Assis of great charge That on the view and know of these Contents Without debatement further more or lesse He should the bearers put to sodaine death Not shriuing time allowed Hor. How was this seal'd Ham. Why euen in that was Heauen ordinate I had my fathers Signet in my Purse Which was the Modell of that Danish Seale Folded the Writ vp in forme of the other Subscrib'd it gau 't th' impression plac't it safely The changeling neuer knowne Now the next day Was our Sea Fight and what to this was sement Thou know'st already Hor. So Guildensterne and Rosincrance go too 't Ham. Why man they did make loue to this imployment They are not neere my Conscience their debate Doth by their owne insinuation grow 'T is dangerous when the baser nature comes Betweene the passe and fell incensed points Of mighty opposites Hor. Why what a King is this Ham. Does it not thinkst thee stand me now vpon He that hath kil'd my King and whor'd my Mother Popt in betweene th' election and my hopes Throwne out his Angle for my proper life And with such coozenage is' t not perfect conscience To quit him with this arme And is' t not to be damn'd To let this Canker of our nature come In further euill Hor. It must be shortly knowne to him from England What is the issue of the businesse there Ham. It will be short The interim's mine and a mans life 's no more Then to say one but I am very sorry good Horatio That to Laertes I forgot my selfe For by the image of my Cause I see The Portraiture of his I le count his fauours But sure the brauery of his griefe did put me Into a Towring passion Hor. Peace who comes heere Enter young Osricke Osr Your Lordship is right welcome back to Denmarke Ham. I humbly thank you Sir dost know this waterflie Hor. No my good Lord. Ham. Thy state is the more gracious for 't is a vice to know him he hath much Land and fertile let a Beast be Lord of Beasts and his Crib shall stand at the Kings Messe 't is a Chowgh but as I saw spacious in the possession of dirt Osr Sweet Lord if your friendship were at leysure I should impart a thing to you from his Maiesty Ham. I will receiue it with all diligence of spirit put your Bonet to his right vse 't is for the head Osr I thanke your Lordship 't is very hot Ham. No beleeue mee 't is very cold the winde is Northerly Osr It is indifferent cold my Lord indeed Ham. Mee thinkes it is very soultry and hot for my Complexion Osr Exceedingly my Lord it is very soultry as 't were I cannot tell how but my Lord his Maiesty bad me signifie to you that he ha's laid a great wager on your head Sir this is the matter Ham. I beseech you remember Osr Nay in good faith for mine ease in good faith Sir you are not ignorant of what excellence Laertes is at his weapon Ham. What 's his weapon Osr Rapier and dagger Ham. That 's two of his weapons but well Osr The sir King ha's wag'd with him six Barbary Horses against the which he impon'd as I take it sixe French Rapiers and Poniards with their assignes as Girdle Hangers or so three of the Carriages infaith are very deare to fancy very responsiue to the hilts most delicate carriages and of very liberall conceit Ham. What call you the Carriages Osr The Carriages Sir are the hangers Ham. The phrase would bee more Germaine to the matter If we could carry Cannon by our sides I would it might be Hangers till then but on sixe Barbary Horses against sixe French Swords their Assignes and three liberall conceited Carriages that 's the French but against the Danish why is this impon'd as you call it Osr The King Sir hath laid that in a dozen passes betweene you and him hee shall not exceed you three hits He hath one twelue for mine and that would come to imediate tryall if your Lordship would vouchsafe the Answere Ham. How if I answere no Osr I meane my Lord the opposition of your person in tryall Ham. Sir I will walke heere in the Hall if it please his Maiestie 't is the breathing time of day with me let the Foyles bee brought the Gentleman willing and the King hold his purpose I will win for him if I can if not I le gaine nothing but my shame and the odde hits Osr Shall I redeliuer you ee'n so Ham. To this effect Sir after what flourish your nature will Osr I commend my duty to your Lordship Ham. Yours yours hee does well to commend it himselfe there are no tongues else for 's tongue Hor. This Lapwing runs away with the shell on his head Ham. He did Complie with his Dugge before hee suck't it thus had he and mine more of the same Beauy that I know the drossie age dotes on only got the tune of the time and outward habite of encounter a kinde of yesty collection which carries them through through the most fond and winnowed opinions and doe but blow them to their tryalls the Bubbles are out Hor. You will lose this wager my Lord. Ham. I doe not thinke so since he went into France I haue beene in continuall practice I shall winne at the oddes but thou wouldest not thinke how all heere about my heart but it is no
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.
want not time and place will be fruitfully offer'd There is nothing done If hee returne the Conqueror then am I the Prisoner and his bed my Gaole from the loathed warmth whereof deliuer me and supply the place for your Labour Your Wife so I would say affectionate Seruant Gonerill Oh indinguish'd space of Womans will A plot vpon her vertuous Husbands life And the exchange my Brother heere in rhe sands Thee I le rake vp the poste vnsanctified Of murtherous Letchers and in the mature time With this vngracious paper strike the sight Of the death-practis'd Duke for him 't is well That of thy death and businesse I can tell Glou. The King is mad How stiffe is my vilde sense That I stand vp and haue ingenious feeling Of my huge Sorrowes Better I were distract So should my thoughts be seuer'd from my greefes Drum afarre off And woes by wrong imaginations loose The knowledge of themselues Edg. Giue me your hand Farre off methinkes I heare the beaten Drumme Come Father I le bestow you with a Friend Exeunt Scaena Septima Enter Cordelia Kent and Gentleman Cor. O thou good Kent How shall I liue and worke To match thy goodnesse My life will be too short And euery measure faile me Kent To be acknowledg'd Madam is ore-pai'd All my reports go with the modest truth Nor more nor clipt but so Cor. Be better suited These weedes are memories of those worser houres I prythee put them off Kent Pardon deere Madam Yet to be knowne shortens my made intent My boone I make it that you know me not Till time and I thinke meet Cor. Then be 't so my good Lord How do's the King Gent. Madam sleepes still Cor. O you kind Gods Cure this great breach in his abused Nature Th' vntun'd and iarring senses O winde vp Of this childe-changed Father Gent. So please your Maiesty That we may wake the King he hath slept long Cor. Be gouern'd by your knowledge and proceede I' th' sway of your owne will is he array'd Enter Lear in a chaire carried by Seruants Gent. I Madam in the heauinesse of sleepe We put fresh garments on him Be by good Madam when we do awake him I doubt of his Temperance Cor. O my deere Father restauratian hang Thy medicine on my lippes and let this kisse Repaire those violent harmes that my two Sisters Haue in thy Reuerence made Kent Kind and deere Princesse Cor. Had you not bin their Father these white flâkes Did challenge pitty of them Was this a face To be oppos'd against the iarring windes Mine Enemies dogge though he had bit me Should haue stood that night against my fire And was 't thou faine poore Father To houell thee with Swine and Rogues forlorne In short and musty straw Alacke alacke 'T is wonder that thy life and wits at once Had not concluded all He wakes speake to him Gen. Madam do you 't is fittest Cor. How does my Royall Lord How fares your Maiesty Lear. You do me wrong to take me out o' th' graue Thou art a Soule in blisse but I am bound Vpon a wheele of fire that mine owne teares Do scal'd like molten Lead Cor. Sir do you know me Lear. You are a spirit I know where did you dye Cor. Still still farre wide Gen. He 's scarse awake Let him alone a while Lear Where haue I bin Where am I Faire day light I am mightily abus'd I should eu'n dye with pitty To see another thus I know not what to say I will not sweare these are my hands let 's see I feele this pin pricke would I were assur'd Of my condition Cor. O looke vpon me Sir And hold your hand in benediction o're me You must not kneele Lear. Pray do not mocke me I am a very foolish fond old man Fourescore and vpward Not an houre more nor lesse And to deale plainely I feare I am not in my perfect mind Me thinkes I should know you and know this man Yet I am doubtfull For I am mainely ignorant What place this is and all the skill I haue Remembers not these garments nor I know not Where I did lodge last night Do not laugh at me For as I am a man I thinke this Lady To be my childe Cordelia Cor. And so I am I am Lear. Be your teares wet Yes faith I pray weepe not If you haue poyson for me I will drinke it I know you do not loue me for your Sisters Haue as I do remember done me wrong You haue some cause they haue not Cor. No cause no cause Lear. Am I in France Kent In your owne kingdome Sir Lear. Do not abuse me Gent. Be comforted good Madam the great rage You see is kill'd in him desire him to go in Trouble him no more till further setling Cor. Wilt please your Highnesse walke Lear. You must beare with me Pray you now forget and forgiue I am old and foolish Exeunt Actus Quintus Scena Prima Enter with Drumme and Colours Edmund Regan Gentlemen and Souldiers Bast Know of the Duke if his last purpose hold Or whether since he is aduis'd by ought To change the course he 's full of alteration And selfe reprouing bring his constant pleasure Reg. Our Sisters man is certainely miscarried Bast 'T is to be doubted Madam Reg. Now sweet Lord You know the goodnesse I intend vpon you Tell me but truly but then speake the truth Do you not loue my Sister Bast In honour'd Loue. Reg. But haue you neuer found my Brothers way To the fore-fended place Bast No by mine honour Madam Reg. I neuer shall endure her deere my Lord Be not familiar with her Bast Feare not she and the Duke her husband Enter with Drum and Colours Albany Gonerill Soldiers Alb. Our very louing Sister well be-met Sir this I heard the King is come to his Daughter With others whom the rigour of our State Forc'd to cry out Regan Why is this reasond Gone Combine together ' gainst the Enemie For these domesticke and particurlar broiles Are not the question heere Alb. Let 's then determine with th' ancient of warre On our proceeding Reg. Sister you 'le go with vs Gon. No. Reg. 'T is most conuenient pray go with vs. Gon. Oh ho I know the Riddle I will goe Exeunt both the Armies Enter Edgar Edg. If ere your Grace had speech with man so poore Heare me one word Alb. I le ouertake you speake Edg. Before you fight the Battaile ope this Letter If you haue victory let the Trumpet sound For him that brought it wretched though I seeme I can produce a Champion that will proue What is auouched there If you miscarry Your businesse of the world hath so an end And machination ceases Fortune loues you Alb. Stay till I haue read the Letter Edg. I was forbid it When time shall serue let but the Herald cry And I le appeare againe Exit Alb. Why farethee well I will o're-looke thy paper Enter Edmund Bast The
by foure o' th' clock I prythee call me Sleepe hath ceiz'd me wholly To your protection I commend me Gods From Fayâies and the Tempters of the night Guard me beseech yee Sleepes Iachimo from the Trunke Iach. The Crickets sing and mans ore-labor'd sense Repaires it selfe by rest Our Tarquine thus Did softly presse the Rushes ere he waken'd The Chastitie he wounded Cytherea How brauely thou becom'st thy Bed fresh Lilly And whiter then the Sheetes that I might touch But kisse one kisse Rubies vnparagon'd How deerely they doo 't 'T is her breathing that Perfumes the Chamber thus the Flame o' th' Taper Bowes toward her and would vnder-peepe her lids To see th' inclosed Lights now Canopied Vnder these windowes White and Azure lac'd With Blew of Heauens owne tinct But my designe To note the Chamber I will write all downe Such and such pictures There the window such Th' adronement of her Bed the Arras Figures Why such and such and the Contents o' th' Story Ah but some naturall notes about her Body Aboue ten thousand meaner Moueables Would testifie t' enrich mine Inuentorie O sleepe thou Ape of death lye dull vpon her And be her Sense but as a Monument Thus in a Chappell lying Come off come off As slippery as the Gordian-knot was hard 'T is mine and this will witnesse outwardly As strongly as the Conscience do's within To ' th' madding of her Lord. On her left brest Amole Cinque-spotted Like the Crimson drops I' th' bottome of a Cowslippe Heere 's a Voucher Stronger then euer Law could make this Secret Will force him thinke I haue pick'd the lock and t'ane The treasure of her Honour No more to what end Why should I write this downe that 's riuete Screw'd to my memorie She hath bin reading late The Tale of Tereus heere the leaffe's turn'd downe Where Philomele gaue vp I haue enough To ' th' Truncke againe and shut the spring of it Swift swift you Dragons of the night that dawning May beare the Rauens eye I lodge in feare Though this a heauenly Angell hell is heere Clocke strikes One two three time time Exit Scena Tertia Enter Clotten and Lords 1. Your Lordship is the most patient man in losse the most coldest that euer turn'd vp Ace Clot. It would make any man cold to loose 1. But not euery man patient after the noble temper of your Lordship You are most hot and furious when you winne Clot Winning will put any man into courage if I could get this foolish Imogen I should haue Gold enough it 's almost morning is' t not 1 Day my Lord. Clot. I would this Musicke would come I am aduised to giue her Musicke a mornings they say it will penetrate Enter Musitians Come on tune If you can penetrate her with your fingering so wee 'l try with tongue too if none will do let her remaine but I le neuer giue o're First a very excellent good conceyted thingâ after a wonderful sweet aire with admirable rich words to it and then let her consider SONG Hearke hearke the Larke at Heauens gate sings and Phoebus gins arise His Steeds to water at those Springs on chalic'd Flowres that lyes And winking Mary-buds begin to ope their Golden eyes With euery thing that pretty is my Lady sweet arise Arise arise So get you gone if this penâtrate I will consider your Musicke the better if it do not it is a voyce in her eares which Horse-haires and Calues-guts nor the voyce of vnpaued Eunuch to boot can neuer amed Enter Cymbaline and Queene 2 Heere comes the King Clot. I am glad I was vp so late for that 's the reason I was vp so earely he cannot choose but take this Seruice I haue done fatherly Good morrow to your Maiesty and to my gracious Mother Cym. Attend you here the doore of our stern daughter Will she not forth Clot. I haue assayl'd her with Musickes but she vouchsafes no notice Cym. The Exile of her Minion is too new She hath not yet forgot him some more time Must weare the print of his remembrance on 't And then she 's yours Qu. You are most bound to ' th' King Who let 's go by no vantages that may Preferre you to his daughter Frame your selfe To orderly solicity and be friended With aptnesse of the season make denials Encrease your Seruices so seeme as if You were inspir'd to do those duties which You tender to her that you in all obey her Saue when command to your dismission tends And therein you are senselesse Clot. Senselesse Not so Mes So like you Sir Ambassadors from Rome The one is Caius Lucius Cym. A worthy Fellow Albeit he comes on angry purpose now But that 's no fault of his we must receyue him According to the Honor of his Sender And towards himselfe his goodnesse fore-spent on vs We must extend our notice Our deere Sonne When you haue giuen good morning to your Mistris Attend the Queene and vs we shall haue neede T' employ you towards this Romane Come our Queene Exeunt Clot. If she be vp I le speake with her if not Let her lye still and dreame by your leaue hoa I know her women are about her what If I do line one of their handâ 't is Gold Which buyes admittance oft it doth yea and makes Diana's Rangers false themselues yeeld vp Their Deere to ' th' stand o' th' Stealer and 't is Gold Which makes the True-man kill'd and saues the Theefe Nay sometime hangs both Theefe and True-man what Can it not do and vndoo I will make One of her women Lawyer to me for I yet not vnderstand the case my selfe By your leaue Knockes Enter a Lady La. Who 's there that knockes Clot. A Gentleman La. No more Clot. Yes and a Gentlewomans Sonne La. That 's more Then some whose Taylors are as deere as yours Can iustly boast of what 's your Lordships pleasure Clot. Your Ladies person is she ready La. I to keepe her Chamber Clot. There is Gold for you Sell me your good report La. How my good name or to report of you What I shall thinke is good The Princesse Enter Imogen Clot. Good morrow fairest Sister your sweet hand Imo. Good morrow Sir you lay out too much paines For purchasing but trouble the thankes I giue Is telling you that I am poore of thankes And scarse can spare them Clot. Still I sweare â loue you Imo. If you but said so 't were as deepe with me If you sweare still your recompence is still That I regard it not Clot. This is no answer Imo. But that you shall not say I yeeld being silent I would not speake I pray you spare me 'faith I shall vnfold equall discourtesie To your best kindnesse one of your great knowing Should learne being taught forbearance Clot. To leaue you in your madnesse 't were my sin I will not Imo. Fooles are not mad Folkes Clot. Do you call me Foole Imo. As I am mad I