am glad to see you much good doe it your good heart I wish'd your Venison better it was ill killd how doth good Mistresse Page and I thank you alwaies with my heart la with my heart M. Page Sir I thanke you Shal. Sir I thanke you by yea and no I doe M. Pa. I am glad to see you good Master Slender Slen. How do's your fallow Greyhound Sir I heard say he was out-run on Cotsall M. Pa. It could not be iudg'd Sir Slen. You 'll not confesse you 'll not confesse Shal. That he will not 't is your fault 't is your fault 't is a good dogge M. Pa. A Cur Sir Shal. Sir hee 's a good dog and a faire dog can there be more said he is good and faire Is Sir Iohn Falstaffe heere M. Pa. Sir hee is within and I would I could doe a good office betweene you Euan. It is spoke as a Christians ought to speake Shal. He hath wrong'd me Master Page M. Pa. Sir he doth in some sort confesse it Shal. If it be confessed it is not redressed is not that so M. Page he hath wrong'd me indeed he hath at a word he hath beleeue me Robert Shallow Esquire saith he is wronged Ma. Pa. Here comes Sir Iohn Fal. Now Master Shallow you 'll complaine of me to the King Shal. Knight you haue beaten my men kill'd my deere and broke open my Lodge Fal. But not kiss'd your Keepers daughter Shal. Tut a pin this shall be answer'd Fal. I will answere it strait I haue done all this That is now answer'd Shal. The Councell shall know this Fal. 'T were better for you if it were known in councell you 'll be laugh'd at Eu. Pauca verba Sir Iohn good worts Fal. Good worts good Cabidge Slender I broke your head what matter haue you against me Slen. Marry sir I haue matter in my head against you and against your cony-catching Rascalls Bardolf Nym and Pistoll Bar. You Banbery Cheese Slen. I it is no matter Pist How now Mephostophilus Slen. I it is no matter Nym. Slice I say pauca pauca Slice that 's my humor Slen. Where 's Simple my man can you tell Cosen Eua. Peace I pray you now let vs vnderstand there is three Vmpires in this matter as I vnderstand that is Master Page fidelicet Master Page there is my selfe fidelicet my selfe and the three party is lastly and finally mine Host of the Gater Ma. Pa. We three to hear it end it between them Euan. Ferry goo't I will make a priefe of it in my note-booke and we wil afterwards orke vpon the cause with as great discreetly as we can Fal. Pistoll Pist He heares with eares Euan. The Teuill and his Tam what phrase is this he heares with eare why it is affectations Fal. Pistoll did you picke M. Slenders purse Slen. I by these gloues did hee or I would I might neuer come in mine owne great chamber againe else of seauen groates in mill-sixpences and two Edward Shouelboords that cost me two shilling and two pence a peece of Yead Miller by these gloues Fal. Is this true Pistoll Euan. No it is false if it is a picke-purse Pist Ha thou mountaine Forreyner Sir Iohn and Master mine I combat challenge of this Latine Bilboe word of deniall in thy labras here word of denial froth and scum thou liest Slen. By these gloues then 't was he Nym. Be auis'd sir and passe good humours I will say marry trap with you if you runne the nut-hooks humor on me that is the very note of it Slen. By this hat then he in the red face had it for though I cannot remember what I did when you made me drunke yet I am not altogether an asse Fal. What say you Scarlet and Iohn Bar. Why sir for my part I say the Gentleman had drunke himselfe out of his fiue sentences Eu. It is his fiue sences fie what the ignorance is Bar. And being fap sir was as they say casheerd and so conclusions past the Car-eires Slen. I you spake in Latten then to but 't is no matter I le nere be drunk whilst I liue againe but in honest ciuill godly company for this tricke if I be drunke I le be drunke with those that haue the feare of God and not with drunken knaues Euan. So got-udge me that is a vertuons minde Fal. You heare all these matters deni'd Gentlemen you heare it M r. Page Nay daughter carry the wine in wee 'll drinke within Slen. Oh heauen This is Mistresse Anne Page M r. Page How now Mistris Ford Fal. Mistris Ford by my troth you are very wel met by your leaue good Mistris M r. Page Wife bid these gentlemen welcome come we haue a hot Venison pasty to dinner Come gentlemen I hope we shall drinke downe all vnkindnesse Slen. I had rather then forty shillings I had my booke of Songs and Sonnets heere How now Simple where haue you beene I must wait on my selfe must I you haue not the booke of Riddles about you haue you Sim. Booke of Riddles why did you not lend it to Alice Short-cake vpon Alhallowmas last a fortnight afore Michaelmas Shal. Come Coz come Coz we stay for you a word with you Coz marry this Coz there is as 't were a tender a kinde of tender made a farre-off by Sir Hugh here doe you vnderstand me Slen. I Sir you shall finde me reasonable if it be so I shall doe that that is reason Shal. Nay but vnderstand me Slen. So I doe Sir Euan. Giue eare to his motions M r. Slender I will description the matter to you if you be capacity of it Slen. Nay I will doe as my Cozen Shallow saies I pray you pardon me he 's a Iustice of Peace in his Countrie simple though I stand here Euan. But that is not the question the question is concerning your marriage Shal. I there 's the point Sir Eu. Marry is it the very point of it to Mi. An Page Slen. Why if it be so I will marry her vpon any reasonable demands Eu. But can you affection the ' o-man let vs command to know that of your mouth or of your lips for diuers Philosophers hold that the lips is parcell of the mouth therfore precisely cā you carry your good wil to y e maid Sh. Cosen Abraham Slender can you loue her Slen. I hope sir I will do as it shall become one that would doe reason Eu. Nay got's Lords and his Ladies you must speake possitable if you can carry-her your desires towards her Shal. That you must Will you vpon good dowry marry her Slen. I will doe a greater thing then that vpon your request Cosen in any reason Shal. Nay conceiue me conceiue mee sweet Coz what I doe is to pleasure you Coz can you loue the maid Slen. I will marry her Sir at your request but if there bee no great loue in the beginning yet Heauen may decrease it vpon better acquaintance when
true Dutie Rich. Amen and make me die a good old man That is the butt-end of a Mothers blessing I maruell that her Grace did leaue it out Buc. You clowdy-Princes hart-sorowing-Peeres That beare this heauie mutuall loade of Moane Now cheere each other in each others Loue Though we haue spent our Haruest of this King We are to reape the Haruest of his Sonne The broken rancour of your high-swolne hates But lately splinter'd knit and ioyn'd together Must gently be preseru'd cherisht and kept Me seemeth good that with some little Traine Forthwith from Ludlow the young Prince be set Hither to London to be crown'd our King Riuers Why with some little Traine My Lord of Buckingham Buc. Marrie my Lord least by a multitude The new-heal'd wound of Malice should breake out Which would be so much the more dangerous By how much the estate is greene and yet vngouern'd Where euery Horse beares his commanding Reine And may direct his course as please himselfe As well the feare of harme as harme apparant In my opinion ought to be preuented Rich. I hope the King made peace with all of vs And the compact is firme and true in me Riu. And so in me and so I thinke in all Yet since it is but greene it should be put To no apparant likely-hood of breach Which haply by much company might be vrg'd Therefore I say with Noble Buckingham That it is meete so few should fetch the Prince Hast And so say I. Rich. Then be it so and go we to determine Who they shall be that strait shall poste to London Madam and you my Sister will you go To giue your censures in this businesse Exeunt Manet Buckingham and Richard Buc. My Lord who euer iournies to the Prince For God sake let not vs two stay at home For by the way I le sort occasion As Index to the story we late talk'd of To part the Queenes proud Kindred from the Prince Rich. My other selfe my Counsailes Consistory My Oracle My Prophet my deere Cosin I as a childe will go by thy direction Toward London then for wee 'l not stay behinde Exeunt Scena Tertia Enter one Citizen at one doore and another at the other 1 Cit. Good morrow Neighbour whether away so fast 2. Cit. I promise you I scarsely know my selfe Heare you the newes abroad 1. Yes that the King is dead 2. Ill newes byrlady seldome comes the better I feare I feare 't will proue a giddy world Enter another Citizen 3. Neighbours God speed 1. Giue you good morrow sir 3. Doth the newes hold of good king Edwards death 2. I sir it is too true God helpe the while 3. Then Masters looke to see a troublous world 1. No no by Gods good grace his Son shall reigne 3. Woe to that Land that 's gouern'd by a Childe 2. In him there is a hope of Gouernment Which in his nonage counsell vnder him And in his full and ripened yeares himselfe No doubt shall then and till then gouerne well 1. So stood the State when Henry the sixt Was crown'd in Paris but at nine months old 3. Stood the State so No no good friends God wot For then this Land was famously enrich'd With politike graue Counsell then the King Had vertuous Vnkles to protect his Grace 1. Why so hath this both by his Father and Mother 3. Better it were they all came by his Father Or by his Father there were none at all For emulation who shall now be neerest Will touch vs all too neere if God preuent not O full of danger is the Duke of Glouster And the Queenes Sons and Brothers haught and proud And were they to be rul'd and not to rule This sickly Land might solace as before 1. Come come we feare the worst all will be well 3. When Clouds are seen wisemen put on their clokes When great leaues fall then Winter is at hand When the Sun sets who doth not looke for night Vntimely stormes makes men expect a Dearth All may be well but if God sort it so 'T is more then we deserue or I expect 2. Truly the hearts of men are full of feare You cannot reason almost with a man That lookes not heauily and full of dread 3. Before the dayes of Change still is it so By a diuine instinct mens mindes mistrust Pursuing danger as by proofe we see The Water swell before a boyst'rous storme But leaue it all to God Whither away 2 Marry we were sent for to the Iustices 3 And so was I I le beare you company Exeunt Scena Quarta Enter Arch-bishop yong Yorke the Queene and the Dutchesse Arch. Last night I heard they lay at Stony Stratford And at Northampton they do rest to night To morrow or next day they will be heere Dut. I long with all my heart to see the Prince I hope he is much growne since last I saw him Qu. But I heare no they say my sonne of Yorke Ha's almost ouertane him in his growth Yorke I Mother but I would not haue it so Dut. Why my good Cosin it is good to grow Yor. Grandam one night as we did sit at Supper My Vnkle Riuers talk'd how I did grow More then my Brother I quoth my Vnkle Glouster Small Herbes haue grace great Weeds do grow apace And since me thinkes I would not grow so fast Because sweet Flowres are slow and Weeds make hast Dut. Good faith good faith the saying did not hold In him that did obiect the same to thee He was the wretched'st thing when he was yong So long a growing and so leysurely That if his rule were true he should be gracious Yor. And so no doubt he is my gracious Madam Dut. I hope he is but yet let Mothers doubt Yor. Now by my troth if I had beene remembred I could haue giuen my Vnkles Grace a flout To touch his growth neerer then he toucht mine Dut. How my yong Yorke I prythee let me heare it Yor. Marry they say my Vnkle grew so fast That he could gnaw a crust at two houres old 'T was full two yeares ere I could get a tooth Grandam this would haue beene a byting Iest Dut. I prythee pretty Yorke who told thee this Yor. Grandam his Nursse Dut. His Nurse why she was dead ere y u wast borne Yor. If 't were not she I cannot tell who told me Qu. A parlous Boy go too you are too shrew'd Dut. Good Madam be not angry with the Childe Qu. Pitchers haue eares Enter a Messenger Arch. Heere comes a Messenger What Newes Mes Such newes my Lord as greeues me to report Qu. How doth the Prince Mes Well Madam and in health Dut. What is thy Newes Mess Lord Riuers and Lord Grey Are sent to Pomfret and with them Sir Thomas Vaughan Prisoners Dut. Who hath committed them Mes The mighty Dukes Glouster and Buckingham Arch. For what offence Mes The summe of all I can I haue disclos'd Why or for
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
Then I le be briefe O happy Dagger 'T is in thy sheath there rust and let me die Kils herselfe Boy This is the place There where the Torch doth burne Watch. The ground is bloody Search about the Churchyard Go some of you who ere you find attach Pittifull sight here lies the Countie slaine And Iulieâ—t bleeding warme and newly dead Who here hath laine these two dayes buried Go tell the Prince runne to the Capulets Raise vp the Mountagues some others search We see the ground whereon these woes do lye But the true ground of all these piteous woes We cannot without circumstance descry Enter Romeo's man Watch. Here 's Romeo'r man We found him in the Churchyard Con. Hold him in safety till the Prince come hither Enter Frier and another Watchman 3. Wat. Here is a Frier that trembles sighes and weepes We tooke this Mattocke and this Spade from him As he was comming from this Church-yard side Con. A great suspition stay the Frier too Enter the Prince Prin. What misaduenture is so earely vp That calls our person from our mornings rest Enter Capulet and his Wife Cap. What should it be that they so shrike abroad Wife O the people in the streete crie Romeo Some Iuliet and some Paris and all runne With open outcry toward out Monument Pri. What feare is this which startles in your eares Wat. Soueraigne here lies the Countie Paris slaine And Romeo dead and Iuliet dead before Warme and new kil'd Prin. Search Seeke and know how this foule murder comes Wat. Here is a Frier and Slaughter'd Romeâ—s man With Instruments ypon them fit to open These dead mens Tombes Cap. O heauen O wife looke how our Daughter bleedes This Dagger hath mistaine for loe his house Is empty on the backe of Mountague And is misheathed in my Daughters bosome Wife O me this sight of death is as a Bell That waâ—nes my old age to a Sepulcher Enter Mountague Pri. Come Mountague for thou art early vp To see thy Sonne and Heire now early downe Moun. Alas my liege my wife is dead to night Griefe of my Sonnes exile hath stopt her breath What further woe conspires against my age Prin. Looke and thou shalt see Moun. O thou vntaught what manners in is this To presse before thy Father to a graue Prin. Seale vp the mouth of outrage for a while Till we can cleare these ambiguities And know their spring their head their true descent And then will I be generall of your woes And lead you euen to death meane time forbeare And let mischance be slaue to patience Bring forth the parties of suspition Fri. I am the greatest able to doe least Yet most suspected as the time and place Doth make against me of this direfull murther And heere I stand both to impeach and purge My selfe condemned and my selfe excus'd Prin. Then say at once what thou dost know in this Fri. I will be briefe for my short date of breath Is not so long as is a tedious tale Romeo there dead was husband to that Iuliet And she there dead that 's Romeos faithfull wife I married them and their stolne marriage day Was Tybalts Doomesday whose vntimely death Banish'd the new-made Bridegroome from this Citie For whom and not for Tybalt Iuliet pinde You to remoue that siege of Greefe from her Betroth'd and would haue married her perforce To Countie Paris Then comes she to me And with wilde lookes bid me deuise some meanes To rid her from this second Marriage Or in my Cell there would she kill her selfe Then gaue I her so Tutor'd by my Art A sleeping Potion which so tooke effect As I intended for it wrought on her The forme of death Meane time I writ to Romeo That he should hither come as this dyre night To helpe to take her from her borrowed graue Being the time the Potions force should cease But he which bore my Letter Frier Iohn Was stay'd by accident and yesternight Return'd my Letter backe Then all alone At the prefixed houre of her waking Came I to take her from her Kindreds vault Meaning to keepe her closely at my Cell Till I conueniently could send to Romeo But when I came some Minute ere the time Of her awaking heere vntimely lay The Noble Paris and true Romeo dead Shee wakes and I intreated her come foorth And beare this worke of Heauen with patience But then a noyse did scarre me from the Tombe And she too desperate would not go with me But as it seemes did violence on her selfe All this I know and to the Marriage her Nurse is priuy And if ought in this miscarried by my fault Let my old life be sacrific'd some houre before the time Vnto the rigour of seuerest Law Prin. We still haue knowne thee for a Holy man Where 's Romeo's man What can he say to this Boy I brought my Master newes of Iuliets death And then in poste he came from Mantua To this same place to this same Monument This Letter he early bid me giue his Father And threatned me with death going in the Vault If I departed not and left him there Prin. Giue me the Letter I will look on it Where is the Counties Page that rais'd the Watch Sirra what made your Master in this place Page He came with flowres to strew his Ladies graue And bid me stand aloofe and so I did Anon comes one with light to ope the Tombe And by and by my Maister drew on him And then I ran away to call the Watch. Prin. This Letter doth make good the Friers words Their course of Loue the tydings of her death And heere he writes that he did buy a poyson Of a poore Pothecarie and therewithall Came to this Vault to dye and lye with Iuliet Where be these Enemies Capulet Mountague See what a scourge is laide vpon your hate That Heauen finds meanes to kill your ioyes with Loue And I for winking at your discords too Haue lost a brace of Kinsmen All are punish'd Cap. O Brother Mountague giue me thy hand This is my Daughters ioynture for no more Can I demand Moun. But I can giue thee more For I will raise her Statue in pure Gold That whiles Verona by that name is knowne There shall no figure at that Rate be set As that of True and Faithfull Iuliet Cap. As rich shall Romeo by his Lady ly Poore sacrifices of our enmity Prin. A glooming peace this morning with it brings The Sunne for sorrow will not shew his head Go hence to haue more talke of these sad things Some shall be pardon'd and some punished For neuer was a Storie of more Wo Then this of Iuliet and her Romeo Exeunt omnes FINIS THE LIFE OF TYMON OF ATHENS Actus Primus Scoena Prima Enter Poet Painter Ieweller Merchant and Mercer at seuerall doores Poet. GOod day Sir Pain I am glad y' are well Poet. I haue not seene you long how goes the World Pain It weares sir as
she went to Milford-Hauen Pis She can scarse be there yet Clo. Bring this Apparrell to my Chamber that is the second thing that I haue commanded thee The third is that thou wilt be a voluntarie Mute to my designe Be but dutious and true preferment shall render it selfe to thee My Reuenge is now at Milford would I had wings to follow it Come and be true Exit Pis Thou bid'st me to my losse for true to thee Were to proue false which I will neuer bee To him that is most true To Milford go And finde not her whom thou pursuest Flow flow You Heauenly blessings on her This Fooles speede Be crost with slownesse Labour be his meâ—de Exit Scena Sexta Enter Imogen alone Imo. I see a mans life is a tedious one I haue tyr'd my selfe and for two nights together Haue made the ground my bed I should be sicke But that my resolution helpes me Milford When from the Mountaine top Pisanio shew'd thee Thou was 't within a kenne Oh Ioue I thinke Foundations flye the wretched such I meane Where they should be releeu'd Two Beggers told me I could not misse my way Will poore Folkes lye That haue Afflictions on them knowing 't is A punishment or Triall Yes no wonder When Rich-ones scarse tell true To lapse in Fulnesse Is sorer then to lye for Neede and Falshood Is worse in Kings then Beggers My deere Lord Thou art one o' th' false Ones Now I thinke on thee My hunger's gone but euen before I was At point to sinke for Food But what is this Heere is a path too 't 't is some sauage hold I were best not call I dare not call yet Famine Ere cleane it o're-throw Nature makes it valiant Plentie and Peace breeds Cowards Hardnesse euer Of Hardinesse is Mother Hoa who 's heere If any thing that 's ciuill speake if sauage Take or lend Hoa No answer Then I le enter Best draw my Sword and if mine Enemy But feare the Sword like me hee 'l scarsely looke on 't Such a Foe good Heauens Exit Scena Septima Enter Belarius Guiderius and Aruiragus Bel. You Polidore haue prou'd best Woodman and Are Master of the Feast Cadwall and I Will play the Cooke and Seruant 't is our match The sweat of industry would dry and dye But for the end it workes too Come our stomackes Will make what 's homely sauoury Wearinesse Can snore vpon the Flint when restie Sloth Findes the Downe-pillow hard Now peace be heere Poore house that keep'st thy selfe Gui. I am throughly weary Arui I am weake with toyle yet strong in appetite Gui. There is cold meat i' th' Caue we 'l brouz on that Whil'st what we haue kill'd be Cook'd Bel. Stay come not in But that it eates our victualles I should thinke Heere were a Faiery Gui. What 's the matter Sir Bel. By Iupiter an Angell or if not An earthly Paragon Behold Diuinenesse No elder then a Boy Enter Imogen Imo. Good masters harme me not Before I enter'd heere I call'd and thought To haue begg'd or bought what I haue took good troth I haue stolne nought nor would not though I had found Gold strew'd i' th' Floore Heere 's money for my Meate I would haue left it on the Boord so soone As I had made my Meale and parted With Pray'rs for the Prouider Gui. Money Youth Aru. All Gold and Siluer rather turne to durt As 't is no better reckon'd but of those Who worship durty Gods Imo. I see you 're angry Know if you kill me for my fault I should Haue dyed had I not made it Bel. Whether bound Imo. To Milford-Hauen Bel. What 's your name Imo. Fidele Sir I haue a Kinsman who Is bound for Italy he embark'd at Milford To whom being going almost spent with hunger I am falne in this offence Bel. Prythee faire youth Thinke vs no Churles nor measure our good mindes By this rude place we liue in Well encounter'd 'T is almost night you shall haue better cheere Ere you depart and thankes to stay and eate it Boyes bid him welcome Gui. Were you a woman youth I should woo hard but be your Groome in honesty I bid for you as I do buy Arui I le make 't my Comfort He is a man I le loue him as my Brother And such a welcome as I 'ld giue to him After long absence such is yours Most welcome Be sprightly for you fall ' mongst Friends Imo. ' Mongst Friends If Brothers would it had bin so that they Had bin my Fathers Sonnes then had my prize Bin lesse and so more equall ballasting To thee Posthumus Bel. He wrings at some distresse Gui. Would I could free't Arui Or I what ere it be What paine it cost what danger Gods Bel. Hearke Boyes Imo. Great men That had a Court no bigger then this Caue That did attend themselues and had the vertue Which their owne Conscience seal'd them laying by That nothing-guift of differing Multitudes Could not out-peere these twaine Pardon me Gods I 'ld change my sexe to be Companion with them Since Leonatus false Bel. It shall be so Boyes wee 'l go dresse our Hunt Faire youth come in Discourse is heauy fasting when we haue supp'd Wee 'l mannerly demand thee of thy Story So farre as thou wilt speake it Gui. Pray draw neere Arui The Night to ' th' Owle And Morne to th' Larke lesse welcome Imo. Thankes Sir Arui I pray draw neere Exeunt Scena Octaua Enter two Roman Senators and Tribunes 1. Sen. This is the tenor of the Emperors Writ That since the common men are now in Action ' Gainst the Pannonians and Dalmatians And that the Legions now in Gallia are Full weake to vndertake our Warres against The falne-off Britaines that we do incite The Gentry to this businesse He creates Lucius Pro-Consull and to you the Tribunes For this immediate Leuy he commands His absolute Commission Long liue Caesar Tri. Is Lucius Generall of the Forces 2. Sen. I. Tri. Remaining now in Gallia 1. Sen. With those Legions Which I haue spoke of whereunto your leuie Must be suppliant the words of your Commission Will tye you to the numbers and the time Of their dispatch Tri. We will discharge our duty Exeunt Actus Quartus Scena Prima Enter Clotten alone Clot I am neere to ' th' place where they should meet if Pisanio haue mapp'd it truely How fit his Garments serue me Why should his Mistris who was made by him that made the Taylor not be fit too The rather sauing reuerence of the Word for 't is saide a Womans fitnesse comes by fits therein I must play the Workman I dare speake it to my selfe for it is not Vainglorie for a man and his Glasse to confer in his owne Chamber I meane the Lines of my body are as well drawne as his no lesse young more strong not beneath him in Fortunes beyond him in the aduantage of the time aboue him in Birth alike
and Girles all must As Chimney-Sweepers come to dust Arui Feare no more the frowne o' th' Great Thou art past the Tirants stroake Care no more to cloath and eate To thee the Reede is as the Oake The Scepter Learning Physicke must All follow this and come to dust Guid. Feare no more the Lightning flash Arui Nor th' all-dreaded Thunderstone Gui. Feare not Slander Censure rash Arui Thou hast finish'd Ioy and mâ—ne Both. All Louers young all Louers must Consigne to thee and come to dust Guid. No Exorcisâ—r harme thee Arui Nor no witch-craft charme thee Guid. Ghost vnlaid forbeare thee Arui Nothing ill come neere thee Both. Quiet consumation haue And renowned be thy graue Enter Belarius with the body of Cloten Gui. We haue done our obsequies Come lay him downe Bel. Heere 's a few Flowres but 'bout midnight more The hearbes that haue on them cold dew o' th' night Are strewings fir'st for Graues vpon their Faces You were as Flowres now wither'd euen so These Herbelets shall which we vpon you strew Come on away apart vpon our knees The ground that gaue them first ha's them againe Their pleasures here are past so are their paine Exeunt Imogen awakes Yes Sir to Milford-Hauen which is the way I thanke you by yond bush pray how farre thether ' Ods pittikins can it be sixe mile yet I haue gone all night 'Faith I le lye downe and sleepe But soft no Bedfellow Oh Gods and Goddesses These Flowres are like the pleasures of the World This bloody man the care on 't I hope I dreame For so I thought I was a Caue-keeper And Cooke to honest Creatures But 't is not so 'T was but a bolt of nothing shot at nothing Which the Braine makes of Fumes Our very eyes Are sometimes like our Iudgements blinde Good faith I tremble still with feare but if there be Yet left in Heauen as small a drop of pittie As a Wrens eye fear'd Gods a part of it The Dreame 's heere still euen when I wake it is Without me as within me not imagin'd felt A headlesse man The Garments of Posthumus I know the shape of 's Legge this is his Hand His Foote Mercuriall his martiall Thigh The brawnes of Hercules but his Iouiall face Murther in heauen How 't is gone Pisanio All Curses madded Hecuba gaue the Greekes All mine to boot be darted on thee thou Conspir'd with that Irregulous diuell Cloten Hath heere cut off my Lord. To write and read Be henceforth treacherous Damn'd Pisanio Hath with his forged Letters damn'd Pisanio From this most brauest vessell of the world Strooke the maine top Oh Posthumus alas Where is thy head where 's that Aye me where 's that Pisanio might haue kill'd thee at the heart And left this head on How should this be Pisanio 'T is he and Cloten Malice and Lucre in them Haue laid this Woe heere Oh 't is pregnant pregnant The Drugge he gaue me which hee said was precious And Cordiall to me haue I not found it Murd'rous to ' th' Senses That confirmes it home This is Pisanio's deede and Cloten Oh! Giue colour to my pale cheeke with thy blood That we the horrider may seeme to those Which chance to finde vs. Oh my Lord my Lord Enter Lucius Captaines and a Soothsayer Cap. To them the Legions garrison'd in Gallia After your will haue crost the Sea attending You heere at Milford-Hauen with your Shippes They are heere in readinesse Luc. But what from Rome Cap The Senate hath stirr'd vp the Confiners And Gentlemen of Italy most willing Spirits That promise Noble Seruice and they come Vnder the Conduct of bold Iachimo Syenna's Brother Luc. When expect you them Cap. With the next benefit o' th' winde Luc. This forwardnesse Makes our hopes faire Command our present numbers Be muster'd bid the Captaines looke too 't Now Sir What haue you dream'd of late of this warres purpose Sooth. Last night the very Gods shew'd me a vision I fast and pray'd for their Intelligence thus I saw Ioues Bird the Roman Eagle wing'd From the spungy South to this part of the West There vanish'd in the Sun-beames which portends Vnlesse my sinnes abuse my Diuination Successe to th' Roman hoast Luc. Dreame often so And neuer false Soft hoa what truncke is heere Without his top The ruine speakes that sometime It was a worthy building How a Page Or dead or sleeping on him But dead rather For Nature doth abhorre to make his bed With the defunct or sleepe vpon the dead Let 's see the Boyes face Cap. Hee 's aliue my Lord. Luc. Hee 'l then instruct vs of this body Young one Informe vs of thy Fortunes for it seemes They craue to be demanded who is this Thou mak'st thy bloody Pillow Or who was he That otherwise then noble Nature did Hath alter'd that good Picture What 's thy interest In this sad wracke How came't Who is' t What art thou Imo. I am nothing or if not Nothing to be were better This was my Master A very valiant Britaine and a good That heere by Mountaineers lyes slaine Alas There is no more such Masters I may wander From East to Occident cry out for Seruice Try many all good serue truly neuer Finde such another Master Luc. ' Lacke good youth Thou mou'st no lesse with thy complaining then Thy Maister in bleeding say his name good Friend Imo. Richard du Champ If I do lye and do No harme by it though the Gods heare I hope They 'l pardon it Say you Sir Luc. Thy name Imo. Fidele Sir Luc. Thou doo'st approue thy selfe the very same Thy Name well sits thy Faith thy Faith thy Name Wilt take thy chance with me I will not say Thou shalt be so well master'd but be sure No lesse belou'd The Romane Emperors Letters Sent by a Consull to me should not sooner Then thine owne worth preferre thee Go with me Imo. I le follow Sir But first and 't please the Gods I le hide my Master from the Flies as deepe As these poore Pickaxes can digge and when With wild wood-leaues weeds I ha' strew'd his graue And on it said a Century of prayers Such as I can twice o're I le weepe and sighe And leauing so his seruice follow you So please you entertaine mee Luc. I good youth And rather Father thee then Master thee My Friends The Boy hath taught vs manly duties Let vs Finde out the prettiest Dazied-Plot we can And make him with our Pikes and Partizans A Graue Come Athie him Boy hee 's preferr'd By thee to vs and he shall be interr'd As Souldiers can Be cheerefull wipe thine eyes Some Falles are meanes the happier to arise Exeunt Scena Tertia Enter Cymbeline Lords and Pisanio Cym. Againe and bring me word how 't is with her A Feauour with the absence of her Sonne A madnesse of which her life 's in danger Heauens How deeply you at once do touch me Imogen The great part of my