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
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 whē 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
drowne my booke Solemne musicke Heere enters Ariel before Then Alonso with a franticke gesture attended by Gonzalo Sebastian and Anthonio in like manner attended by Adrian and Francisco They all enter the circle which Prospero had made and there stand charm'd which Prospero obseruing speakes A solemne Ayre and the best comforter To an vnsetled fancie Cure thy braines Now vselesse boile within thy skull there stand For you are Spell-stopt Holy Gonzallo Honourable man Mine eyes ev'n sociable to the shew of thine Fall fellowly drops The charme dissolues apace And as the morning steales vpon the night Melting the darkenesse so their rising sences Begin to chace the ignorant fumes that mantle Their cleerer reason O good Gonzallo My true preseruer and a loyall Sir To him thou follow'st I will pay thy graces Home both in word and deede Most cruelly Did thou Alonso vse me and my daughter Thy brother was a furtherer in the Act Thou art pinch'd for 't now Sebastian Flesh and bloud You brother mine that entertaine ambition Expelld remorse and nature whom with Sebastian Whose inward pinches therefore are most strong Would heere haue kill'd your King I do forgiue thee Vnnaturall though thou art Their vnderstanding Begins to swell and the approching tide Will shortly fill the reasonable shore That now ly foule and muddy not one of them That yet lookes on me or would know me Ariell Fetch me the Hat and Rapier in my Cell I will discase me and my selfe present As I was sometime Millaine quickly Spirit Thou shalt ere long be free Ariell sings and helps to attire him Where the Bee sucks there suck I In a Cowslips bell I lie There I cowch when Owles doe crie On the Batts backe I doe flie after Sommer merrily Merrily merrily shall I liue now Vnder the blossom that hangs on the Bow Pro. Why that 's my dainty Ariell I shall misse Thee but yet thou shalt haue freedome so so so To the Kings ship inuisible as thou art There shalt thou finde the Marriners asleepe Vnder the Hatches the Master and the Boat-swaine Being awake enforce them to this place And presently I pre'thee Ar. I drinke the aire before me and returne Or ere your pulse twice beate Exit Gon. All torment trouble wonder and amazement Inhabits heere some heauenly power guide vs Out of this fearefull Country Pro. Behold Sir King The wronged Duke of Millaine Prospero For more assurance that a liuing Prince Do's now speake to thee I embrace thy body And to thee and thy Company I bid A hearty welcome Alo. Where thou bee'st he or no Or some inchanted triflle to abuse me As late I haue beene I not know thy Pulse Beats as of flesh and blood and since I saw thee Th' affliction of my minde amends with which I feare a madnesse held me this must craue And if this be at all a most strange story Thy Dukedome I resigne and doe entreat Thou pardon me my wrongs But how shold Prospero Be liuing and be heere Pro. First noble Frend Let me embrace thine age whose honor cannot Be measur'd or confin'd Gonz. Whether this be Or be not I 'le not sweare Pro. You doe yet taste Some subtleties o' th' Isle that will not let you Beleeue things certaine Wellcome my friends all But you my brace of Lords were I so minded I heere could plucke his Highnesse frowne vpon you And iustifie you Traitors at this time I will tell no tales Seb. The Diuell speakes in him Pro. No For you most wicked Sir whom to call brother Would euen infect my mouth I do forgiue Thy rankest fault all of them and require My Dukedome of thee which perforce I know Thou must restore Alo. If thou beest Prospero Giue vs particulars of thy preferuation How thou hast met vs heere whom three howres since Were wrackt vpon this shore where I haue lost How sharp the point of this remembrance is My deere sonne Ferdinand Pro. I am woe for 't Sir Alo. Irreparable is the losse and patience Saies it is past her cure Pro. I rather thinke You haue not sought her helpe of whose soft grace For the like losse I haue her soueraigne aid And rest my selfe content Alo. You the like losse Pro. As great to me as late and supportable To make the deere losse haue I meanes much weaker Then you may call to comfort you for I Haue lost my daughter Alo. A daughter Oh heauens that they were liuing both in Nalpes The King and Queene there that they were I wish My selfe were mudded in that oo-zie bed Where my sonne lies when did you lose your daughter Pro. In this last Tempest I perceiue these Lords At this encounter doe so much admire That they deuoure their reason and scarce thinke Their eies doe offices of Truth Their words Are naturall breath but howsoeu'r you haue Beene iustled from your sences know for certain That I am Prospero and that very Duke Which was thrust forth of Millaine who most strangely Vpon this shore where you were wrackt was landed To be the Lord on 't No more yet of this For 't is a Chronicle of day by day Not a relation for a break-fast nor Befitting this first meeting Welcome Sir This Cell's my Court heere haue I few attendants And Subiects none abroad pray you looke in My Dukedome since you haue giuen me againe I will requite you with as good a thing At least bring forth a wonder to content ye As much as me my Dukedome Here Prospero discouers Ferdinand and Miranda playing at Chessei Mir. Sweet Lord you play me false Fer. No my dearest loue I would not for the world Mir. Yes for a score of Kingdomes you should wrangle And I would call it faire play Alo. If this proue A vision of the Island one deere Sonne Shall I twice loose Seb. A most high miracle Fer. Though the Seas threaten they are mercifull I haue curs'd them without cause Alo. Now all the blessings Of a glad father compasse thee about Arise and say how thou cam'st heere Mir. O wonder How many goodly creatures are there heere How beauteous mankinde is O braue new world That has such people in 't Pro. 'T is new to thee Alo. What is this Maid with whom thou was 't at play Your eld'st acquaintance cannot be three houres Is she the goddesse that hath seuer'd vs And brought vs thus together Fer. Sir she is mortall But by immortall prouidence she 's mine I chose her when I could not aske my Father For his aduise nor thought I had one She Is daughter to this famous Duke of Millaine Of whom so often I haue heard renowne But neuer saw before of whom I haue Receiu'd a second life and second Father This Lady makes him to me Alo. I am hers But O how odly will it sound that I Must aske my childe forgiuenesse Pro. There Sir stop Let vs not burthen our remembrances with A heauinesse that 's gon Gon. I haue inly wept Or should haue
I am a horsebacke I will sweare I loue thee infinitely But hearke you Kate I must not haue you henceforth question me Whether I go nor reason whereabout Whether I must I must and to conclude This Euening must I leaue thee gentle Kate. I know you wise but yet no further wise Then Harry Percies wife Constant you are But yet a woman and for secrecie No Lady closer For I will beleeue Thou wilt not vtter what thou do'st not know And so farre wilt I trust thee gentle Kate. La. How so farre Hot. Not an inch further But harke you Kate Whither I go thither shall you go too To day will I set forth to morrow you Will this content you Kate La. It must of force Exeunt Scena Quarta Enter Prince and Poines Prin. Ned prethee come out of that fat roome lend me thy hand to laugh a little Poines Where hast bene Hall Prin. With three or foure Logger-heads amongst 3. or fourescore Hogsheads I haue sounded the verie base string of humility Sirra I am sworn brother to a leash of Drawers and can call them by their names as Tom Dicke and Francis They take it already vpon their confidence that though I be but Prince of Wales yet I am the King of Curtesie telling me flatly I am no proud lack like Falstaffe but a Corinthian a lad of mettle a good boy and when I am King of England I shall command al the good Laddes in East-cheape They call drinking deepe dying Scarlet and when you breath in your watering then they try hem and bid you play it off To conclude I am so good a proficient in one quarter of an houre that I can drinke with any Tinker in his owne Language during my life I tell thee Ned thou hast lost much honor that thou wer 't not with me in this action but sweet Ned to sweeten which name of Ned I giue thee this peniworth of Sugar clapt euen now into my hand by an vnder Skinker one that neuer spake other English in his life then Eight shillings and six pence and You are welcome with this shril addition Anon Anon sir Score a Pint of Bastard in the Halfe Moone or so But Ned to driue away time till Falstaffe come I prythee doe thou stand in some by-roome while I question my puny Drawer to what end hee gaue me the Sugar and do neuer leaue calling Francis that his Tale to me may be nothing but Anon step aside and I le shew thee a President Poines Francis Prin. Thou art perfect Poin. Francis Enter Drawer Fran. Anon anon sir looke downe into the Pomgarnet Ralfe Prince Come hither Francis Fran. My Lord. Prin. How long hast thou to serue Francis Fran. Forsooth fiue yeares and as much as to Poin. Francis Fran. Anon anon sir Prin. Fiue yeares Betlady a long Lease for the clinking of Pewter But Francis darest thou be so valiant as to play the coward with thy Indenture shew it a faire paire of heeles and run from it Fran. O Lord sir I le be sworne vpon all the Books in England I could finde in my heart Poin. Francis Fran. Anon anon sir Prin. How old art thou Francis Fran. Let me see about Michaelmas next I shal be Poin. Francis Fran. Anon sir pray you stay a little my Lord. Prin. Nay but harke you Francis for the Sugar thou gauest me 't was a penyworth was 't not Fran. O Lord sir I would it had bene two Prin. I will giue thee for it a thousand pound Aske me when thou wilt and thou shalt haue it Poin. Francis Fran. Anon anon Prin. Anon Francis No Francis but to morrow Francis or Francis on thursday or indeed Francis when thou wilt But Francis Fran. My Lord. Prin. Wilt thou rob this Leatherne Ierkin Christall button Not-pated Agat ring Puke stocking Caddice garter Smooth tongue Spanish pouch Fran. O Lord sir who do you meane Prin. Why then your browne Bastard is your onely drinke for looke you Francis your white Canuas doublet will sulley In Barbary sir it cannot come to so much Fran. What sir Poin. Francis Prin. Away you Rogue dost thou heare them call Heere they both call him the Drawer stands amazed not knowing which way to go Enter Vintner Vint. What stand'st thou still and hear'st such a calling Looke to the Guests within My Lord olde Sir Iohn with halfe a dozen more are at the doore shall I let them in Prin. Let them alone awhile and then open the doore Poines Enter Poines Poin. Anon anon sir Prin. Sirra Falstaffe and the rest of the Theeues are at the doore shall we be merry Poin. As merrie as Crickets my Lad. But harke yee What cunning match haue you made with this iest of the Drawer Come what 's the issue Prin. I am now of all humors that haue shewed themselues humors since the old dayes of goodman Adam to the pupill age of this present twelue a clock at midnight What 's a clocke Francis Fran. Anon anon sir Prin. That euer this Fellow should haue fewer words then a Parret and yet the sonne of a Woman His industry is vp-staires and down-staires his eloquence the parcell of a reckoning I am not yet of Percies mind the Hotspurre of the North he that killes me some sixe or seauen dozen of Scots at a Breakfast washes his hands and saies to his wife Fie vpon this quiet life I want worke O my sweet Harry sayes she how many hast thou kill'd to day Giue my Roane horse a drench sayes hee and answeres some fourteene an houre after a trifle a trifle I prethee call in Falstaffe I le play Percy and that damn'd Brawne shall play Dame Mortimer his wife Rino sayes the drunkard Call in Ribs call in Tallow Enter Falstaffe Poin. Welcome Iacke where hast thou beene Fal. A plague of all Cowards I say and a Vengeance too marry and Amen Giue me a cup of Sacke Boy Ere I leade this life long I le sowe nether stockes and mend them too A plague of all cowards Giue me a Cup of Sacke Rogue Is there no Vertue extant Prin. Didst thou neuer see Titan kisse a dish of Butter pittifull hearted Titan that melted at the sweete Tale of the Sunne If thou didst then behold that compound Fal. You Rogue heere 's Lime in this Sacke too there is nothing but Roguery to be found in Villanous man yet a Coward is worse then a Cup of Sack with lime A villanous Coward go thy wayes old Iacke die when thou wilt if manhood good manhood be not forgot vpon the face of the earth then am I a shotten Herring there lines not three good men vnhang'd in England one of them is fat and growes old God helpe the while a bad world I say I would I were a Weauer I could sing all manner of songs A plague of all Cowards I say still Prin. How now Woolsacke what mutter you Fal. A Kings Sonne If I do not beate thee out of
come your Wiues and let vs take our leaue Enter Glendower with the Ladies Mort. This is the deadly spight that angers me My Wife can speake no English I no Welsh Glend My Daughter weepes shee 'le not part with you Shee 'le be a Souldier too shee 'le to the Warres Mort. Good Father tell her that she and my Aunt Percy Shall follow in your Conduct speedily Glendower speakes to her in Welsh and she answeres him in the same Glend Shee is desperate heere A peeuish selfe-will'd Harlotry One that no perswasion can doe good vpon The Lady speakes in Welsh Mort. I vnderstand thy Lookes that pretty Welsh Which thou powr'st down from these swelling Heauens I am too perfect in and but for shame In such a parley should I answere thee The Lady againe in Welsh Mort. I vnderstand thy Kisses and thou mine And that 's a feeling disputation But I will neuer be a Truant Loue Till I haue learn'd thy Language for thy tongue Makes Welsh as sweet as Ditties highly penn'd Sung by a faire Queene in a Summers Bowre With rauishing Diuision to her Lute Glend Nay if thou melt then will she runne madde The Lady speakes againe in Welsh Mort. O I am Ignorance it selfe in this Glend She bids you On the wanton Rushes lay you downe And rest your gentle Head vpon her Lappe And she will sing the Song that pleaseth you And on your Eye-lids Crowne the God of Sleepe Charming your blood with pleasing heauinesse Making such difference betwixt Wake and Sleepe As is the difference betwixt Day and Night The houre before the Heauenly Harneis'd Teeme Begins his Golden Progresse in the East Mort. With all my heart I le sit and heare her sing By that time will our Booke I thinke be drawne Glend Doe so And those Musitians that shall play to you Hang in the Ayre a thousand Leagues from thence And straight they shall be here sit and attend Hotsp Come Kate thou art perfect in lying downe Come quicke quicke that I may lay my Head in thy Lappe Lady Goe ye giddy-Goose The Musicke playes Hotsp Now I perceiue the Deuill vnderstands Welsh And 't is no maruell he is so humorous Byrlady hee 's a good Musitian Lady Then would you be nothing but Musicall For you are altogether gouerned by humors Lye still ye Theefe and heare the Lady sing in Welsh Hotsp I had rather heare Lady my Brach howle in Irish Lady Would'st haue thy Head broken Hotsp No. Lady Then be still Hotsp Neyther 't is a Womans fault Lady Now God helpe thee Hotsp To the Welsh Ladies Bed Lady What 's that Hotsp Peace shee sings Heere the Lady sings a Welsh Song Hotsp Come I le haue your Song too Lady Not mine in good sooth Hotsp Not yours in good sooth You sweare like a Comfit-makers Wife Not you in good sooth and as true as I liue And as God shall mend me and as sure as day And giuest such Sarcenet suretie for thy Oathes As if thou neuer walk'st further then Finsbury Sweare me Kate like a Lady as thou art A good mouth-filling Oath and leaue in sooth And such protest of Pepper Ginger-bread To Veluet-Guards and Sunday-Citizens Come sing Lady I will not sing Hotsp 'T is the next way to turne Taylor or be Redbrest teacher and the Indentures be drawne I le away within these two howres and so come in when yee will Exit Glend Come come Lord Mortimer you are as slow As hot Lord Percy is on fire to goe By this our Booke is drawne wee 'le but seale And then to Horse immediately Mort. With all my heart Exeunt Scaena Secunda Enter the King Prince of Wales and others King Lords giue vs leaue The Prince of Wales and I Must haue some priuate conference But be neere at hand For wee shall presently haue neede of you Exeunt Lords I know not whether Heauen will haue it so For some displeasing seruice I haue done That in his secret Doome out of my Blood Hee 'le breede Reuengement and a Scourge for me But thou do'st in thy passages of Life Make me beleeue that thou art onely mark'd For the hot vengeance and the Rod of heauen To punish my Mistreadings Tell me else Could such inordinate and low desires Such poore such bare such lewd such meane attempts Such barren pleasures rude societie As thou art matcht withall and grafted too Accompanie the greatnesse of thy blood And hold their leuell with thy Princely heart Prince So please your Maiesty I would I could Quit all offences with as cleare excuse As well as I am doubtlesse I can purge My selfe of many I am charg'd withall Yet such extenuation let me begge As in reproofe of many Tales deuis'd Which oft the Eare of Greatnesse needes must heare By smiling Pick-thankes and base Newes-mongers I may for some things true wherein my youth Hath faultie wandred and irregular Finde pardon on my true submission King Heauen pardon thee Yet let me wonder Harry At thy affections which doe hold a Wing Quite from the flight of all thy ancestors Thy place in Councell thou hast rudely lost Which by thy younger Brother is supply'de And art almost an alien to the hearts Of all the Court and Princes of my blood The hope and expectation of thy time Is ruin'd and the Soule of euery man Prophetically doe fore-thinke thy fall Had I so lauish of my presence beene So common hackney'd in the eyes of men So stale and cheape to vulgar Company Opinion that did helpe me to the Crowne Had still kept loyall to possession And left me in reputelesse banishment A fellow of no marke nor likelyhood By being seldome seene I could not stirre But like a Comet I was wondred at That men would tell their Children This is hee Others would say Where Which is Bullingbrooke And then I stole all Courtesie from Heauen And drest my selfe in such Humilitie That I did plucke Allegeance from mens hearts Lowd Showts and Salutations from their mouthes Euen in the presence of the Crowned King Thus I did keepe my Person fresh and new My Presence like a Robe Pontificall Ne're seene but wondred at and so my State Seldome but sumptuous shewed like a Feast And wonne by rarenesse such Solemnitie The skipping King hee ambled vp and downe With shallow Iesters and rash Bauin Wits Soone kindled and soone burnt carded his State Mingled his Royaltie with Carping Fooles Had his great Name prophaned with their Scornes And gaue his Countenance against his Name To laugh at gybing Boyes and stand the push Of euery Beardlesse vaine Comparatiue Grew a Companion to the common Streetes Enfeoff'd himselfe to Popularitie That being dayly swallowed by mens Eyes They surfeted with Honey and began to loathe The taste of Sweetnesse whereof a little More then a little is by much too much So when he had occasion to be seene He was but as the Cuckow is in Iune Heard not regarded seene but with such Eyes As sicke and blunted
Lord. Prin. Go beare this Letter to Lord Iohn of Lancaster To my Brother Iohn This to my Lord of Westmerland Go Peto to horse for thou and I Haue thirtie miles to ride yet ere dinner time Iacke meet me to morrow in the Temple Hall At two a clocke in the afternoone There shalt thou know thy Charge and there receiue Money and Order for their Furniture The Land is burning Percie stands on hye And either they or we must lower lye Fal. Rare words braue world Hostesse my breakfast come Oh I could wish this Tauerne were my drumme Exeunt omnes Actus Quartus Scoena Prima Enter Harrie Hotspurre Worcester and Dowglas Hot. Well said my Noble Scot if speaking truth In this fine Age were not thought flatterie Such attribution should the Dowglas haue As not a Souldiour of this seasons stampe Should go so generall currant through the world By heauen I cannot flatter I defie The Tongues of Soothers But a Brauer place In my hearts loue hath no man then your Selfe Nay taske me to my word approue me Lord. Dow. Thou art the King of Honor No man so potent breathes vpon the ground But I will Beard him Enter a Messenger Hot. Do so and 't is well What Letters hast there I can but thanke you Mess These Letters come from your Father Hot. Letters from him Why comes he not himselfe Mes He cannot come my Lord He is greeuous sicke Hot. How haz he the leysure to be sicke now In such a iustling time Who leades his power Vnder whose Gouernment come they along Mess His Letters beares his minde not I his minde Wor. I prethee tell me doth he keepe his Bed Mess He did my Lord foure dayes ere I set forth And at the time of my departure thence He was much fear'd by his Physician Wor. I would the state of time had first beene whole Ere he by sicknesse had beene visited His health was neuer better worth then now Hotsp Sicke now droope now this sicknes doth infect The very Life-blood of our Enterprise 'T is catching hither euen to our Campe. He writes me here that inward sicknesse And that his friends by deputation Could not so soone be drawne nor did he thinke it meet To lay so dangerous and deare a trust On any Soule remou'd but on his owne Yet doth he giue vs bold aduertisement That with our small coniunction we should on To see how Fortune is dispos'd to vs For as he writes there is no quailing now Because the King is certainely possest Of all our purposes What say you to it Wor. Your Fathers sicknesse is a mayme to vs. Hotsp A perillous Gash a very Limme lopt off And yet in faith it is not his present want Seemes more then we shall finde it Were it good to set the exact wealth of all our states All at one Cast To set so rich a mayne On the nice hazard of one doubtfull houre It were not good for therein should we reade The very Bottome and the Soule of Hope The very List the very vtmost Bound Of all our fortunes Dowg Faith and so wee should Where now remaines a sweet reuersion We may boldly spend vpon the hope Of what is to come in A comfort of retyrement liues in this Hotsp A Randeuous a Home to flye vnto If that the Deuill and Mischance looke biggâ— Vpon the Maydenhead of our Affaires Wor. But yet I would your Father had beene here The Qualitie and Heire of our Attempt Brookes no diuision It will be thought By some that know not why he is away That wisedome loyaltie and meere dislike Of our proceedings kept the Earle from hence And thinke how such an apprehension May turne the tyde of fearefull Faction And breede a kinde of question in our cause For well you know wee of the offring side Must keepe aloofe from strict arbitrement And stop all sight-holes euery loope from whence The eye of reason may prie in vpon vs This absence of your Father drawes a Curtaine That shewes the ignorant a kinde of feare Before not dreamt of Hotsp You strayne too farre I rather of his absence make this vse It lends a Lustre and more great Opinion A larger Dare to your great Enterprize Then if the Earle were here for men must thinke If we without his helpe can make a Head To push against the Kingdome with his helpe We shall o're-turne it topsie-turuy downe Yet all goes well yet all out ioynts are whole Dowg As heart can thinke There is not such a word spoke of in Scotland At this Dreame of Feare Enter Sir Richard Vernon Hotsp My Cousin Vernon welcome by my Soule Vern Pray God my newes be worth a welcome Lord. The Earle of Westmerland seuen thousand strong Is marching hither-wards with Prince Iohn Hotsp No harme what more Vern And further I haue learn'd The King himselfe in person hath set forth Or hither-wards intended speedily With strong and mightie preparation Hotsp He shall be welcome too Where is his Sonne The nimble-footed Mad-Cap Prince of Wales And his Cumrades that daft the World aside And bid it passe Vern All furnisht all in Armes All plum'd like Estridges that with the Winde Bayted like Eagles hauing lately bath'd Glittering in Golden Coates like Images As full of spirit as the Moneth of May And gorgeous as the Sunne at Mid-summer Wanton as youthfull Goates wilde as young Bulls I saw young Harry with his Beuer on His Cushes on his thighes gallantly arm'd Rise from the ground like feathered Mercury And vaulted with such ease into his Seat As if an Angell dropt downe from the Clouds To turne and winde a fierie Pegasus And witch the World with Noble Horsemanship Hotsp No more no more Worse men the Sunne in March This prayse doth nourish Agues let them come They come like Sacrifices in their trimme And to the fire-ey'd Maid of smoakie Warre All hot and bleeding will wee offer them The mayled Mars shall on his Altar sit Vp to the eares iâ— blood I am on fire To heare this rich reprizall is so nigh And yet not ours Come let me take my Horse Who is to beare me like a Thunder-bolt Against the bosome of the Prince of Wales Harry to Harry shall not Horse to Horse Meete and ne're part till one drop downe a Coarse Oh that Glendower were come Ver. There is more newes I learned in Worcester as I rode along He cannot draw his Power this foureteene dayes Dowg That 's the worst Tidings that I heare of yet Wor. I by my faith that beares a frosty sound Hotsp What may the Kings whole Battaile reach vnto Ver. To thirty thousand Hot. Forty let it be My Father and Glendower being both away The powres of vs may serue so great a day Come let vs take a muster speedily Doomesday is neere dye all dye merrily Dow. Talke not of dying I am out of feare Of death or deaths hand for this one halfe yeare Exeunt Omnes Scaena Secunda
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
As that vngentle gull the Cuckowes Bird Vseth the Sparrow did oppresse our Nest Grew by our Feeding to so great a bulke That euen our Loue durst not come neere your sight For feare of swallowing But with nimble wing We were inforc'd for safety sake to flye Out of your sight and raise this present Head Whereby we stand opposed by such meanes As you your selfe haue forg'd against your selfe By vnkinde vsage dangerous countenance And violation of all faith and troth Sworne to vs in yonger enterprize Kin. These things indeede you haue articulated Proclaim'd at Market Crosses read in Churches To face the Garment of Rebellion With some fine colour that may please the eye Of fickle Changelings and poore Discontents Which gape and rub the Elbow at the newes Of hurly burly Innouation And neuer yet did Insurrection want Such water-colours to impaint his cause Nor moody Beggars staruing for a time Of pell-mell hauocke and confusion Prin. In both our Armies there is many a soule Shall pay full dearely for this encounter If once they ioyne in triall Tell your Nephew The Prince of Wales doth ioyne with all the world In praise of Henry Percie By my Hopes This present enterprize set off his head I do not thinke a brauer Gentleman More actiue valiant or more valiant yong More daring or more bold is now aliue To grace this latter Age with Noble deeds For my part I may speake it to my shame I haue a Truant beene to Chiualry And so I heare he doth account me too Yet this before my Fathers Maiesty I am content that he shall take the oddes Of his great name and estimation And will to saue the blood on either side Try fortune with him in a Single Fight King And Prince of Wales so dare we venter thee Albeit considerations infinite Do make against it No good Worster no We loue our people well euen those we loue That are â—sled vpon your Cousins part And will they take the offer of our Grace Both he and they and you yea euery man Shall be my Friend againe and I le be his So tell your Cousin and bring me word What he will do But if he will not yeeld Rebuke and dread correction waite on vs And they shall do their Office So bee gone We will not now be troubled with reply We offer faire take it aduisedly Exit Worcester Prin. It will not be accepted on my life The Dowglas and the Hotspurre both together Are confident against the world in Armes King Hence therefore euery Leader to his charge For on their answer will we set on them And God befriend vs as our cause is iust Exeunt Manet Prince and Falstaffe Fal. Hal if thou see me downe in the battell And bestride me so 't is a point of friendship Prin. Nothing but a Colossus can do thee that frendship Say thy prayers and farewell Fal. I would it were bed time Hal and all well Prin. Why thou ow'st heauen a death Falst 'T is not due yet I would bee loath to pay him before his day What neede I bee so forward with him that call's not on me Well 't is no matter Honor prickes me on But how if Honour pricke me off when I come on How then Can Honour set too a legge No or an arme No Or take away the greefe of a wound No. Honour hath no skill in Surgerie then No. What is Honour A word What is that word Honour Ayre A trim reckoning Who hath it He that dy'de a Wednesday Doth he feele it No. Doth hee heare it No. Is it insensible then yea to the dead But wil it not liue with the liuing No. Why Detraction wil not suffer it therfore I le none of it Honour is a meere Scutcheon and so ends my Catechisme Exit Scena Secunda Enter Worcester and Sir Richard Vernon Wor. O no my Nephew must not know Sir Richard The liberall kinde offer of the King Ver. 'T were best he did Wor. Then we are all vndone It is not possible it cannot be The King would keepe his word in louing vs He will suspect vs still and finde a time To punish this offence in others faults Supposition all our liues shall be stucke full of eyes For Treason is but trusted like the Foxe Who ne're so tame so cherisht and lock'd vp Will haue a wilde tricke of his Ancestors Looke how he can or sad or merrily Interpretation will misquote our lookes And we shall feede like Oxen at a stall The better cherisht still the nearer death My Nephewes trespasse may be well forgot It hath the excuse of youth and heate of blood And an adopted name of Priuiledge A haire-brain'd Hotspurre gouern'd by a Spleene All his offences liue vpon my head And on his Fathers We did traine him on And his corruption being tane from vs We as the Spring of all shall pay for all Therefore good Cousin let not Harry know In any case the offer of the King Ver. Deliuer what you will I le say 't is so Heere comes your Cosin Enter Hotspurre Hot. My Vnkle is return'd Deliuer vp my Lord of Westmerland Vnkle what newe Wor. The King will bid you battell presently Dow. Defie him by the Lord of Westmerland Hot. Lord Dowglas Go you and tell him so Dow. Marry and shall and verie willingly Exit Dowglas Wor. There is no seeming mercy in the King Hot. Did you begge any God forbid Wor. I told him gently of our greeuances Of his Oath-breaking which he mended thus By now forswearing that he is forsworne He cals vs Rebels Traitors and will scourge With haughty armes this hatefull name in vs. Enter Dowglas Dow. Arme Gentlemen to Armes for I haue thrown A braue defiance in King Henries teeth And Westmerland that was ingag'd did beare it Which cannot choose but bring him quickly on Wor. The Prince of Wales stept forth before the king And Nephew challeng'd you to single fight Hot. O would the quarrell lay vpon our heads And that no man might draw short breath to day But I and Harry Monmouth Tell me tell mee How shew'd his Talking Seem'd it in contempt Ver. No by my Soule I neuer in my life Did heare a Challenge vrg'd more modestly Vnlesse a Brother should a Brother dare To gentle exercise and proofe of Armes He gaue you all the Duties of a Man Trimm'd vp your praises with a Princely tongue Spoke your deseruings like a Chronicle Making you euer better then his praise By still dispraising praise valew'd with you And which became him like a Prince indeed He made a blushing citall of himselfe And chid his Trewant youth with such a Grace As if he mastred there a double spirit Of teaching and of learning instantly There did he pause But let me tell the World If he out-liue the enuie of this day England did neuer owe so sweet a hope So much misconstrued in his Wantonnesse Hot. Cousin I thinke thou art enamored On his Follies neuer did I
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 vnreuengâ—d 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
tender of my life In this faire rescue thou hast brought to mee Prin. O heauen they did me too much iniury That euer said I hearkned to your death If it were so I might haue let alone The insulting hand of Dowglas ouer you Which would haue bene as speedy in your end As all the poysonous Potions in the world And sau'd the Treacherous labour of your Sonne K. Make vp to Clifton I le to Sir Nicholas Gausey Exit Enter Hotspur Hot. If I mistake not thou art Harry Monmouth Prin. Thou speak'st as if I would deny my name Hot. My name is Harrie Percie Prin. Why then I see a very valiant rebel of that name I am the Prince of Wales and thinke not Percy To share with me in glory any more Two Starres keepe not their motion in one Sphere Nor can one England brooke a double reigne Of Harry Percy and the Prince of Wales Hot. Nor shall it Harry for the houre is come To end the one of vs and would to heauen Thy name in Armes were now as great as mine Prin. I le make it greater ere I part from thee And all the budding Honors on thy Crest I le crop to make a Garland for my head Hot. I can no longer brooke thy Vanities Fight Enter Falstaffe Fal. Well said Hal to it Hal. Nay you shall finde no Boyes play heere I can tell you Enter Dowglas he fights with Falstaffe who fals down as if he were dead The Prince killeth Percie Hot. Oh Harry thou hast rob'd me of my youth I better brooke the losse of brittle life Then those proud Titles thou hast wonne of me They wound my thoghts worse then the sword my flesh But thought 's the slaue of Life and Life Times foole And Time that takes suruey of all the world Must haue a stop O I could Prophesie But that the Earth and the cold hand of death Lyes on my Tongue No Percy thou art dust And food for Prin. For Wormeâ— braue Percy Farewell great heart Ill-weau'd Ambition how much art thou shrunke When that this bodie did containe a spirit A Kingdome for it was too small a bound But now two paces of the vilest Earth Is roome enough This Earth that beares the dead Beares not aliue so stout a Gentleman If thou wer 't sensible of curtesie I should not make so great a shew of Zeale But let my fauours hide thy mangled face And euen in thy behalfe I le thanke my selfe For doing these fayre Rites of Tendernesse Adieu and take thy praise with thee to heauen Thy ignomy sleepe with thee in the graue But not remembred in thy Epitaph What Old Acquaintance Could not all this flesh Keepe in a little life Poore Iacke farewell I could haue better spar'd a better man O I should haue a heauy misse of thee If I were much in loue with Vanity Death hath not strucke so fat a Deere to day Though many dearer in this bloody Fray Imbowell'd will I see thee by and by Till then in blood by Noble Percie lye Exit Falstaffe riseth vp Falst Imbowell'd If thou imbowell mee to day I le giue you leaue to powder me and eat me too to morow 'T was time to counterfet or that hotte Termagant Scot had paid the scot and lot too Counterfeit I am no counterfeit to dye is to be a counterfeit for hee is but the counterfeit of a man who hath not the life of a man But to counterfeit dying when a man thereby liueth is to be no counterfeit but the true and perfect image of life indeede The better part of Valour is Discretion in the which better part I haue saued my life I am affraide of this Gun-powder Percy though he be dead How if hee should counterfeit too and rise I am afraid hee would proue the better counterfeit therefore I le make him sure yea and I le sweare I kill'd him Why may not hee rise as well as I Nothing confutes me but eyes and no-bodie sees me Therefore sirra with a new wound in your thigh come you along me Takes Hotspurre on his backe Enter Prince and Iohn of Lancaster Prin. Come Brother Iohn full brauely hast thou flesht thy Maiden sword Iohn But soft who haue we heere Did you not tell me this Fat man was dead Prin. I did I saw him dead Breathlesse and bleeding on the ground Art thou aliue Or is it fantasie that playes vpon our eye-sight I prethee speake we will not trust our eyes Without our eares Thou art not what thou seem'st Fal. No that 's certaine I am not a double man but if I be not Iacke Falstaffe then am I a Iacke There is Percy if your Father will do me any Honor so if not let him kill the next Percie himselfe I looke to be either Earle or Duke I can assure you Prin. Why Percy I kill'd my selfe and saw thee dead Fal. Did'st thou Lord Lord how the world is giuen to Lying I graunt you I was downe and out of Breath and so was he but we rose both at an instant and fought a long houre by Shrewsburie clocke If I may bee beleeued so if not let them that should reward Valour beare the sinne vpon their owne heads I le take 't on my death I gaue him this wound in the Thigh if the man vvere aliue and would deny it I would make him eate a peece of my sword Iohn This is the strangest Tale that e're I heard Prin. This is the strangest Fellow Brother Iohn Come bring your luggage Nobly on your backe For my part if a lye may do thee grace I le gil'd it with the happiest tearmes I haue A Retreat is sounded The Trumpets sound Retreat the day is ours Come Brother let 's to the highest of the field To see what Friends are liuing who are dead Exeunt Fal. I le follow as they say for Reward Hee that rewards me heauen reward him If I do grow great again I le grow lesse For I le purge and leaue Sacke and liue cleanly as a Nobleman should do Exit Scaena Quarta The Trumpets sound Enter the King Prince of Wales Lord Iohn of Lancaster Earle of Westmerland with Worcester Vernon Prisoners King Thus euer did Rebellion finde Rebuke Ill-spirited Worcester did we not send Grace Pardon and tearmes of Loue to all of you And would'st thou turne our offers contrary Misuse the tenor of thy Kinsmans trust Three Knights vpon our party slaine to day A Noble Earle and many a creature else Had beene aliue this houre If like a Christian thou had'st truly borne Betwixt out Armies true Intelligence Wor. What I haue done my safety vrg'd me to And I embrace this fortune patiently Since not to be auoyded it fals on mee King Beare Worcester to death and Vernon too Other Offenders we will pause vpon Exit Worcester and Vernon How goes the Field Prin. The Noble Scot Lord Dowglas when hee saw The fortune of the day quite turn'd from him The Noble Percy
Falstaffe he had him from me Christian and see if the fat villain haue not transform'd him Ape Enter Bardolfe Bar. Saue your Grace Prin. And yours most Noble Bardolfe Poin. Come you pernitious Asse you bashfull Foole must you be blushing Wherefore blush you now what a Maidenly man at Armes are you become Is it such a matter to get a Pottle-pots Maiden-head Page He call'd me euen now my Lord through a red Lattice and I could discerne no part of his face from the window at last I spy'd his eyes and me thought he had made two holes in the Ale-wiues new Petticoat peeped through Prin. Hath not the boy profited Bar. Away you horson vpright Rabbet away Page Away you rascally Altheas dreame away Prin. Instruct vs Boy what dreame Boy Page Marry my Lord Althea dream'd she was deliuer'd of a Firebrand and therefore I call him hir dream Prince A Crownes-worth of good Interpretation There it is Boy Poin. O that this good Blossome could bee kept from Cankers Well there is six pence to preserue thee Bard. If you do not make him be hang'd among you the gallowes shall be wrong'd Prince And how doth thy Master Bardolph Bar. Well my good Lord he heard of your Graces comming to Towne There 's a Letter for you Poin. Deliuer'd with good respect And how doth the Martlemas your Master Bard. In bodily health Sir Poin. Marry the immortall part needes a Physitian but that moues not him though that bee sicke it dyes not Prince I do allow this Wen to bee as familiar with me as my dogge and he holds his place for looke you he writes Poin. Letter Iohn Falstaffe Knight Euery man must know that as oft as hee hath occasion to name himselfe Euen like those that are kinne to the King for they neuer pricke their finger but they say there is som of the kings blood spilt How comes that sayes he that takes vpon him not to conceiue the answer is as ready as a borrowed cap I am the Kings poore Cosin Sir Prince Nay they will be kin to vs but they wil fetch it from Iaphet But to the Letter Sir Iohn Falstaffe Knight to the Sonne of the King neerest his Father Harrie Prince of Wales greeting Poin. Why this is a Certificate Prin. Peace I will imitate the honourable Romaines in breuitie Poin. Sure he meanes breuity in breath short-winded I commend me to thee I commend thee and I leaue thee Bee not too familiar with Pointz for hee misuses thy Fauours so much that he sweares thou art to marrie his Sister Nell Repent at idle times as thou mayst and so farewell Thine by yea and no which is as much as to say as thou vsest him Iacke Falstaffe with my Familiars Iohn with my Brothers and Sister Sir Iohn with all Europe My Lord I will steepe this Letter in Sack and make him eate it Prin. That 's to make him eate twenty of his Words But do you vse me thus Ned Must I marry your Sister Poin. May the Wench haue no worse Fortune But I neuer said so Prin. Well thus we play the Fooles with the time the spirits of the wise sit in the clouds and mocke vs Is your Master heere in London Bard. Yes my Lord. Prin. Where suppes he Doth the old Bore feede in the old Franke Bard. At the old place my Lord in East-cheape Prin. What Company Page Ephesians my Lord of the old Church Prin. Sup any women with him Page None my Lord but old Mistris Quickly and M. Doll Teare-sheet Prin. What Pagan may that be Page A proper Gentlewoman Sir and a Kinswoman of my Masters Prin. Euen such Kin as the Parish Heyfors are to the Towne-Bull Shall we steale vpon them Ned at Supper Poin. I am your shadow my Lord I le follow you Prin. Sirrah you boy and Bardolph no word to your Master that I am yet in Towne There 's for your silence Bar. I haue no tongue sir Page And for mine Sir I will gouerne it Prin. Fare ye well go This Doll Teare-sheet should be some Rode Poin. I warrant you as common as the way betweene S. Albans and London Prin. How might we see Falstaffe bestow himselfe to night in his true colours and not our selues be seene Poin Put on two Leather Ierkins and Aprons and waite vpon him at his Table like Drawers Prin. From a God to a Bull A heauie declension It was Ioues case From a Prince to a Prentice a low transformation that shall be mine for in euery thing the purpose must weigh with the folly Follow me Ned. Exeunt Scena Tertia Enter Northumberland his Ladie and Harrie Percies Ladie North. I prethee louing Wife and gentle Daughter Giue an euen way vnto my rough Affaires Put not you on the visage of the Times And be like them to Percie troublesome Wife I haue giuen ouer I will speak no more Do what you will your Wisedome be your guide North. Alas sweet Wife my Honor is at pawne And but my going nothing can redeeme it La. Oh yet for heauens sake go not to these Warrs The Time was Father when you broke your word When you were more endeer'd to it then now When your owne Percy when my heart-deere Harry Threw many a Northward looke to see his Father Bring vp his Powres but he did long in vaine Who then perswaded you to stay at home There were two Honors lost Yours and your Sonnes For Yours may heauenly glory brighten it For His it stucke vpon him as the Sunne In the gray vault of Heauen and by his Light Did all the Cheualrie of England moue To do braue Acts. He was indeed the Glasse Wherein the Noble-Youth did dresse themselues He had no Legges that practic'd not his Gate And speaking thicke which Nature made his blemish Became the Accents of the Valiant For those that could speake low and tardily Would turne their owne Perfection to Abuse To seeme like him So that in Speech in Gate In Diet in Affections of delight In Militarie Rules Humors of Blood He was the Marke and Glasse Coppy and Booke That fashion'd others And him O wondrous him O Miracle of Men Him did you leaue Second to none vn-seconded by you To looke vpon the hideous God of Warre In dis-aduantage to abide a field Where nothing but the sound of Hotspurs Name Did seeme defensible so you left him Neuer O neuer doe his Ghost the wrong To hold your Honor more precise and nice With others then with him Let them alone The Marshall and the Arch-bishop are strong Had my sweet Harry had but halfe their Numbers To day might I hanging on Hotspurs Necke Haue talk'd of Monmouth's Graue North. Beshrew your heart Faire Daughter you doe draw my Spirits from me With new lamenting ancient Ouer-sights But I must goe and meet with Danger there Or it will seeke me in another place And finde me worse prouided Wife O flye to Scotland Till that the Nobles and the armed
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. ' Sblâ—d 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 fauâ—t 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 thou art Knight neuer to disobey Nor be Rebellious to the Crowne of England Thou nor thy Nobles to the Crowne of England So now dismisse your Army when ye please Hang vp your Ensignes let your Drummes be still For heere we entertaine a solemne peace Exeunt Actus Quintus Enter Suffolke in conference with the King Glocester and Exeter King Your wondrous rare description noble Earle Of beauteous Margaret hath astonish'd me Her vertues graced with externall gifts Do breed Loues setled passions in my heart And like as rigour of tempestuous gustes Prouokes the mightiest Hulke against the tide So am I driuen by breath of her Renowne Either to suffer Shipwracke or arriue Where I may haue fruition of her Loue. Suf. Tush my good Lord this superficiall tale Is but a preface of her worthy praise The cheefe perfections of that louely Dame Had I sufficient skill to vtter them Would make a volume of inticing lines Able to rauish any dull conceit And which is more she is not so Diuine So full repleate with choice of all delights But with as humble lowlinesse of minde She is content to be at your command Command I meane of Vertuous chaste intents To Loue and Honor Henry as her Lord. King And otherwise will Henry ne're presume Therefore my Lord Protector giue consent That Marg'ret may be Englands Royall Queene Glo. So should I giue consent to flatter sinne You know my Lord your Highnesse is betroath'd Vnto another Lady of esteeme How shall we then dispense with that contract And not deface your Honor with reproach Suf. As doth a Ruler with vnlawfull Oathes Or one that at a Triumph hauing vow'd To try his strength forsaketh yet the Listes By reason of his Aduersaries oddes A poore Earles daughter is vnequall oddes And therefore may be broâ—e without offence Gloucester Why what I pray is Margaret more then that Her Father is no better than an Earle Although in glorious Titles he excell Suf. Yes my Lord her Father is a King The King of Naples and Ierusalem And of such great Authoritie in France As his alliance will confirme our peace And keepe the Frenchmen in Allegeance Glo. And so the Earle of Arminacke may doe Because he is neere Kinsman vnto Charles Exet. Beside his wealth doth warrant a liberal dower Where Reignier sooner will receyue than giue Suf. A Dowre my Lords Disgrace not so your King That he should be so abiect base and poore To choose for wealth and not for perfect Loue. Henry is able to enrich his Queene And not to seeke a Queene to make him rich So worthlesse Pezants bargaine for their Wiues As Market men for Oxen Sheepe or Horse Marriage is a matter of more worth Then to be dealt in by Atturney-ship Not whom we will but whom his Grace affects Must be companion of his Nuptiall bed And therefore Lords since he affects her most Most of all these reasons bindeth vs In our opinions she should be preferr'd For what is wedloeke forced but a Hell An Age of discord and continuall strife Whereas the contrarie bringeth blisse And is a patterne of Celestiall peace Whom should we match with Henry being a King But Margaret that is daughter to a King Her peerelesse feature ioyned with her birth Approues her sit for none but for a King Her valiant courage and vndaunted spirit More then in women commonly is seene Will answer our hope in issue of a King For Henry sonne vnto a Conqueror Is likely to beget more Conquerors If with a Lady of so high resolue As is faire Margaret he be link'd in loue Then yeeld my Lords and heere conclude with mee That Margaret shall be Queene and none but shee King Whether it be through force of your report My Noble Lord of Suffolke Or for that My tender youth was neuer yet attaint With any passion of inflaming Ioue I cannot tell but this I am assur'd I feele such sharpe dissention in my breast Such fierce alarums both of Hope and Feare As I am sicke with working of my thoughts Take therefore shipping poste my Lord to France Agree to any couenants and procure That Lady Margaret do vouchsafe to come To crosse the Seas to England and be crown'd King Henries faithfull and annointed Queene For your expences and sufficient charge Among the people gather vp a tenth Be gone I say for till you do returne I rest perplexed with a thousand Cares And you good Vnckle banish all offence If you do censure me by what you were Not what you are I know it will excuse This sodaine execution of my will And so conduct me where from company I may reuolue and ruminate my greefe Exit Glo. I greefe I feare me both at first and last Exit Glocester Suf. Thus Suffolke hath preuail'd and thus he goes As did the youthfull Paris once to Greece With hope to finde the like euent in loue But prosper better than the Troian did Margaret shall now be Queene and rule the King But I will rule both her the King and Realme Exit FINIS The second Part of Henry the Sixt with the death of the Good Duke HVMFREY Actus Primus Scoena Prima Flourish of Trumpets Then Hoboyes Enter King Duke Humfrey Salisbury Warwicke and Beauford on the one side The Queene Suffolke Yorke Somerset and Buckingham on the other Suffolke AS by your high Imperiall Maiesty I had in charge at my depart for France As Procurator to your Excellence To marry Princes Margaret for your Grace So in the Famous Ancient City Toures In presence of the Kings of France and Sicill The Dukes of Orleance Calaber Britaigne and Alanson Seuen Earles twelue Barons twenty reuerend Bishops I haue perform'd my Taske and was espous'd And humbly now vpon my bended knee In sight of England and her Lordly Peeres Deliuer vp my Title in the Queene To your most gracious hands that are the Substance Of that great Shadow I did represent The happiest Gift that euer Marquesse gaue The Fairest Queene that euer King receiu'd King Suffolke arise Welcome Queene Margaret I can expresse no kinder signe of Loue Then this kinde kisse O Lord that lends me life Lend me a heart repleate with thankfulnesse For thou hast giuen me in this beauteous Face A world of earthly blessings to my soule If Simpathy of Loue vnite our thoughts Queen Great King of England my gracious Lord The mutuall conference that my minde hath had By day by night waking and in my dreames In Courtly company or at my Beades With you mine Alder liefest Soueraigne Makes me the bolder to salute my King With ruder termes such as my wit affoords And ouer ioy of heart doth minister King Her sight did rauish but her grace in Speech Her words yclad with wisedomes Maiesty Makes me from Wondring fall to Weeping ioyes Such is the Fulnesse of my hearts content Lords with one cheerefull voice Welcome my Loue. All kneel Long liue Qu. Margaret Englands happines Queene We thanke
Coale-Black as Iet King Why then thou know'st what Colour Iet is of Suff. And yet I thinke Iet did he neuer see Glost But Cloakes and Gownes before this day a many Wife Neuer before this day in all his life Glost Tell me Sirrha what 's my Name Simpc. Alas Master I know not Glost What 's his Name Simpc. I know not Glost Nor his Simpc. No indeede Master Glost What 's thine owne Name Simpc. Saunder Simpcoxe and if it please you Master Glost Then Saunder sit there The lying'st Knaue in Christendome If thou hadst beene borne blinde Thou might'st as well haue knowne all our Names As thus to name the seuerall Colours we doe weare Sight may distinguish of Colours But suddenly to nominate them all It is impossible My Lords Saint Albone here hath done a Miracle And would ye not thinke it Cunning to be great That could restore this Cripple to his Legges againe Simpc. O Master that you could Glost My Masters of Saint Albones Haue you not Beadles in your Towne And Things call'd Whippes Maior Yes my Lord if it please your Grace Glost Then send for one presently Maior Sirrha goe fetch the Beadle hither straight Exit Glost Now fetch me a Stoole hither by and by Now Sirrha if you meane to saue your selfe from Whipping leape me ouer this Stoole and runne away Simpc. Alas Master I am not able to stand alone You goe about to torture me in vaine Enter a Beadle with Whippes Glost Well Sir we must haue you finde your Legges Sirrha Beadle whippe him till he leape ouer that same Stoole Beadle I will my Lord. Come on Sirrha off with your Doublet quickly Simpc. Alas Master what shall I doe I am not able to stand After the Beadle hath hit him once he leapes ouer the Stoole and runnes away and they follow and cry A Miracle King O God seest thou this and bearest so long Queene It made me laugh to see the Villaine runne Glost Follow the Knaue and take this Drab away Wife Alas Sir we did it for pure need Glost Let thē be whipt through euery Market Towne Till they come to Barwick from whence they came Exit Card. Duke Humfrey ha's done a Miracle to day Suff. True made the Lame to leape and flye away Glost But you haue done more Miracles then I You made in a day my Lord whole Townes to flye Enter Buckingham King What Tidings with our Cousin Buckingham Buck. Such as my heart doth tremble to vnfold A sort of naughtie persons lewdly bent Vnder the Countenance and Confederacie Of Lady Elianor the Protectors Wife The Ring-leader and Head of all this Rout Haue practis'd dangerously against your State Dealing with Witches and with Coniurers Whom we haue apprehended in the Fact Raysing vp wicked Spirits from vnder ground Demanding of King Henries Life and Death And other of your Highnesse Priuie Councell As more at large your Grace shall vnderstand Card. And so my Lord Protector by this meanes Your Lady is forth-comming yet at London This Newes I thinke hath turn'd your Weapons edge 'T is like my Lord you will not keepe your houre Glost Ambitious Church-man leaue to afflict my heart Sorrow and griefe haue vanquisht all my powers And vanquisht as I am I yeeld to thee Or to the meanest Groome King O God what mischiefes work the wicked ones Heaping confusion on their owne heads thereby Queene Gloster see here the Taincture of thy Nest And looke thy selfe be faultlesse thou wert best Glost Madame for my selfe to Heauen I doe appease How I haue lou'd my King and Common-weale And for my Wife I know not how it stands Sorry I am to heare what I haue heard Noble shee is but if shee haue forgot Honor and Vertue and conuers't with such As like to Pytch defile Nobilitie I banish her my Bed and Companie And giue her as a Prey to Law and Shame That hath dis-honored Glosters honest Name King Well for this Night we will repose vs here To morrow toward London back againe To looke into this Businesse thorowly And call these foule Offendors to their Answeres And poyse the Cause in Iustice equall Scales Whose Beame stands sure whose rightful cause preuailes Flourish Exeunt Enter Yorke Salisbury and Warwick Yorke Now my good Lords of Salisbury Warwick Our simple Supper ended giue me leaue In this close Walke to satisfie my selfe In crauing your opinion of my Title Which is infallible to Englands Crowne Salisb. My Lord I long to heare it at full Warw. Sweet Yorke begin and if thy clayme be good The Neuills are thy Subiects to command Yorke Then thus Edward the third my Lords had seuen Sonnes The first Edward the black-Black-Prince Prince of Wales The second William of Hatfield and the third Lionel Duke of Clarence next to whom Was Iohn of Gaunt the Duke of Lancaster The fift was Edmond Langley Duke of Yorke The sixt was Thomas of Woodstock Duke of Gloster William of Windsor was the seuenth and last Edward the black-Black-Prince dyed before his Father And left behinde him Richard his onely Sonne Who after Edward the third's death raign'd as King Till Henry Bullingbrooke Duke of Lancaster The eldest Sonne and Heire of Iohn of Gaunt Crown'd by the Name of Henry the fourth Seiz'd on the Realme depos'd the rightfull King Sent his poore Queene to France from whence she came And him to Pumfret where as all you know Harmelesse Richard was murthered traiterously Warw. Father the Duke hath told the truth Thus got the House of Lancaster the Crowne Yorke Which now they hold by force and not by right For Richard the first Sonnes Heire being dead The Issue of the next Sonne should haue reign'd Salisb. But William of Hatfield dyed without an Heire Yorke The third Sonne Duke of Clarence From whose Line I clayme the Crowne Had Issue Phillip a Daughter Who marryed Edmond Mortimer Earle of March Edmond had Issue Roger Earle of March Roger had Issue Edmond Anne and Elianor Salisb. This Edmond in the Reigne of Bullingbrooke As I haue read layd clayme vnto the Crowne And but for Owen Glendour had beene King Who kept him in Captiuitie till he dyed But to the rest Yorke His eldest Sister Anne My Mother being Heire vnto the Crowne Marryed Richard Earle of Cambridge Who was to Edmond Langley Edward the thirds fift Sonnes Sonne By her I clayme the Kingdome She was Heire to Roger Earle of March Who was the Sonne of Edmond Mortimer Who marryed Phillip sole Daughter Vnto Lionel Duke of Clarence So if the Issue of the elder Sonne Succeed before the younger I am King Warw. What plaine proceedings is more plain then this Henry doth clayme the Crowne from Iohn of Gaunt The fourth Sonne Yorke claymes it from the third Till Lionels Issue fayles his should not reigne It fayles not yet but flourishes in thee And in thy Sonnes faire slippes of such a Stock Then Father Salisbury kneele we together And in this priuate Plot be we the first
this strong right hand of mine Can plucke the Diadem from faint Henries head And wring the awefull Scepter from his Fist Were he as famous and as bold in Warre As he is fam'd for Mildnesse Peace and Prayer Rich. I know it well Lord Warwick blame me not 'T is loue I beare thy glories make me speake But in this troublous time what 's to be done Shall we go throw away our Coates of Steele And wrap our bodies in blacke mourning Gownes Numb'ring our Aue-Maries with our Beads Or shall we on the Helmets of our Foes Tell our Deuotion with reuengefull Armes If for the last say I and to it Lords War Why therefore Warwick came to seek you out And therefore comes my Brother Mountague Attend me Lords the proud insulting Queene With Clifford and the haught Northumberland And of their Feather many moe proud Birds Haue wrought the easie-melting King like Wax He swore consent to your Succession His Oath enrolled in the Parliament And now to London all the crew are gone To frustrate both his Oath and what beside May make against the house of Lancaster Their power I thinke is thirty thousand strong Now if the helpe of Norfolke and my selfe With all the Friends that thou braue Earle of March Among'st the louing Welshmen can'st procure Will but amount to fiue and twenty thousand Why Via to London will we march And once againe bestride our foaming Steeds And once againe cry Charge vpon our Foes But neuer once againe turne backe and flye Rich. I now me thinks I heare great Warwick speak Ne're may he liue to see a Sun-shine day That cries Retire if Warwicke bid him stay Ed. Lord Warwicke on thy shoulder will I leane And when thou failst as God forbid the houre Must Edward fall which perill heauen forefend War No longer Earle of March but Duke of Yorke The next degree is Englands Royall Throne For King of England shalt thou be proclaim'd In euery Burrough as we passe along And he that throwes not vp his cap for ioy Shall for the Fault make forfeit of his head King Edward valiant Richard Mountague Stay we no longer dreaming of Renowne But sound the Trumpets and about our Taske Rich. Then Clifford were thy heart as hard as Steele As thou hast shewne it flintie by thy deeds I come to pierce it or to giue thee mine Ed. Then strike vp Drums God and S. George for vs. Enter a Messenger War How now what newes Mes The Duke of Norfolke sends you word by me The Queene is comming with a puissant Hoast And craues your company for speedy counsell War Why then it sorts braue Warriors let 's away Exeunt Omnes Flourish Enter the King the Queene Clifford Northumand Yong Prince with Drumme and Trumpettes Qu. Welcome my Lord to this braue town of Yorke Yonder 's the head of that Arch-enemy That sought to be incompast with your Crowne Doth not the obiect cheere your heart my Lord. K. I as the rockes cheare them that feare their wrack To see this sight it irkes my very soule With-hold reuenge deere God 't is not my fault Nor wittingly haue I infring'd my Vow Clif. My gracious Liege this too much lenity And harmfull pitty must be layd aside To whom do Lyons cast their gentle Lookes Not to the Beast that would vsurpe their Den. Whose hand is that the Forrest Beare doth licke Not his that spoyles her yong before her face Who scapes the lurking Serpents mortall sting Not he that sets his foot vpon her backe The smallest Worme will turne being troden on And Doues will pecke in safegard of their Brood Ambitious Yorke did leuell at thy Crowne Thou smiling while he knit his angry browes He but a Duke would haue his Sonne a King And raise his issue like a louing Sire Thou being a King blest with a goodly sonne Did'st yeeld consent to disinherit him Which argued thee a most vnlouing Father Vnreasonable Creatures feed their young And though mans face be fearefull to their eyes Yet in protection of their tender ones Who hath not seene them euen with those wings Which sometime they haue vs'd with fearfull flight Make warre with him that climb'd vnto their nest Offering their owne liues in their yongs defence For shame my Liege make them your President Were it not pitty that this goodly Boy Should loose his Birth-right by his Fathers fault And long heereafter say vnto his childe What my great Grandfather and Grandsire got My carelesse Father fondly gaue away Ah what a shame were this Looke on the Boy And let his manly face which promiseth Successefull Fortune steele thy melting heart To hold thine owne and leaue thine owne with him King Full well hath Clifford plaid the Orator Inferring arguments of mighty force But Clifford tell me did'st thou neuer heare That things ill got had euer bad successe And happy alwayes was it for that Sonne Whose Father for his hoording went to hell I le leaue my Sonne my Vertuous deeds behinde And would my Father had left me no more For all the rest is held at such a Rate As brings a thousand fold more care to keepe Then in possession any iot of pleasure Ah Cosin Yorke would thy best Friends did know How it doth greeue me that thy head is heere Qu. My Lord cheere vp your spirits our foes are nye And this soft courage makes your Followers faint You promist Knighthood to our forward sonne Vnsheath your sword and dub him presently Edward kneele downe King Edward Plantagenet arise a Knight And learne this Lesson Draw thy Sword in right Prin. My gracious Father by your Kingly leaue I le draw it as Apparant to the Crowne And in that quarrell vse it to the death Clif. Why that is spoken like a toward Prince Enter a Messenger Mess Royall Commanders be in readinesse For with a Band of thirty thousand men Comes Warwicke backing of the Duke of Yorke And in the Townes as they do march along Proclaimes him King and many flye to him Darraigne your battell for they are at hand Clif. I would your Highnesse would depart the field The Queene hath best successe when you are absent Qu. I good my Lord and leaue vs to our Fortune King Why that 's my fortune too therefore I le stay North. Be it with resolution then to fight Prin. My Royall Father cheere these Noble Lords And hearten those that fight in your defence Vnsheath your Sword good Father Cry S. George March Enter Edward Warwicke Richard Clarence Norfolke Mountague and Soldiers Edw. Now periur'd Henry wilt thou kneel for grace And set thy Diadem vpon my head Or bide the mortall Fortune of the field Qu. Go rate thy Minions proud insulting Boy Becomes it thee to be thus bold in termes Before thy Soueraigne and thy lawfull King Ed. I am his King and he should bow his knee I was adopted Heire by his consent Cla. Since when his Oath is broke for as I heare You that are
my tongue while heart is drown'd in cares Lewis What ere it be be thou still like thy selfe And sit thee by our side Seats her by him Yeeld not thy necke to Fortunes yoake But let thy dauntlesse minde still ride in triumph Ouer all mischance Be plaine Queene Margaret and tell thy griefe It shall be eas'd if France can yeeld reliefe Marg. Those gracious words Reuiue my drooping thoughts And giue my tongue-ty'd sorrowes leaue to speake Now therefore be it knowne to Noble Lewis That Henry sole possessor of my Loue Is of a King become a banisht man And forc'd to liue in Scotland a Forlorne While prowd ambitious Edward Duke of Yorke Vsurpes the Regall Title and the Seat Of Englands true anoynted lawfull King This is the cause that I poore Margaret With this my Sonne Prince Edward Henries Heire Am come to craue thy iust and lawfull ayde And if thou faile vs all our hope is done Scotland hath will to helpe but cannot helpe Our People and our Peeres are both mis-led Our Treasure seiz'd our Souldiors put to flight And as thou seest our selues in heauie plight Lewis Renowned Queene With patience calme the Storme While we bethinke a meanes to breake it off Marg. The more wee stay the stronger growes our Foe Lewis The more I stay the more I le succour thee Marg. O but impatience waiteth on true sorrow And see where comes the breeder of my sorrow Enter Warwicke Lewis What 's hee approacheth boldly to our presence Marg. Our Earle of Warwicke Edwards greatest Friend Lewis Welcome braue Warwicke what brings thee to France Hee descends Shee ariseth Marg. I now begins a second Storme to rise For this is hee that moues both Winde and Tyde Warw. From worthy Edward King of Albion My Lord and Soueraigne and thy vowed Friend I come in Kindnesse and vnfayned Loue First to doe greetings to thy Royall Person And then to craue a League of Amitie And lastly to confirme that Amitie With Nuptiall Knot if thou vouchsafe to graunt That vertuous Lady Bona thy faire Sister To Englands King in lawfull Marriage Marg. If that goe forward Henries hope is done Warw. And gracious Madame Speaking to Bona. In our Kings behalfe I am commanded with your leaue and fauor Humbly to kisse your Hand and with my Tongue To tell the passion of my Soueraignes Heart Where Fame late entring at his heedfull Eares Hath plac'd thy Beauties Image and thy Vertue Marg. King Lewis and Lady Bona heare me speake Before you answer Warwicke His demand Springs not from Edwards well-meant honest Loue But from Deceit bred by Necessitie For how can Tyrants safely gouerne home Vnlesse abroad they purchase great allyance To proue him Tyrant this reason may suffice That Henry liueth still but were hee dead Yet here Prince Edward stands King Henries Sonne Looke therefore Lewis that by this League and Mariage Thou draw not on thy Danger and Dis-honor For though Vsurpers sway the rule a while Yet Heau'ns are iust and Time suppresseth Wrongs Warw. Iniurious Margaret Edw. And why not Queene Warw. Because thy Father Henry did vsurpe And thou no more art Prince then shee is Queene Oxf. Then Warwicke disanulls great Iohn of Gaunt Which did subdue the greatest part of Spaine And after Iohn of Gaunt Henry the Fourth Whose Wisdome was a Mirror to the wisest And after that wise Prince Henry the Fift Who by his Prowesse conquered all France From thâ—se our Henry lineally descends Warw. Oxford how haps it in this smooth discourse You told not how Henry the Sixt hath lost All that which Henry the Fift had gotten Me thinkes these Peeres of France should smile at that But for the rest you tell a Pedigree Of threescore and two yeeres a silly time To make prescription for a Kingdomes worth Oxf. Why Warwicke canst thou speak against thy Liege Whom thou obeyd'st thirtie and six yeeres And not bewray thy Treason with a Blush Warw. Can Oxford that did euer fence the right Now buckler Falsehood with a Pedigree For shame leaue Henry and call Edward King Oxf. Call him my King by whose iniurious doome My elder Brother the Lord Aubrey Vere Was done to death and more then so my Father Euen in the downe-fall of his mellow'd yeeres When Nature brought him to the doore of Death No Warwicke no while Life vpholds this Arme This Arme vpholds the House of Lancaster Warw. And I the House of Yorke Lewis Queene Margaret Prince Edward and Oxford Vouchsafe at our request to stand aside While I vse further conference with Warwicke They stand aloofe Marg. Heauens graunt that Warwickes wordes bewitch him not Lew. Now Warwicke tell me euen vpon thy conscience Is Edward your true King for I were loth To linke with him that were not lawfull chosen Warw. Thereon I pawne my Credit and mine Honor Lewis But is hee gracious in the Peoples eye Warw. The more that Henry was vnfortunate Lewis Then further all dissembling set aside Tell me for truth the measure of his Loue Vnto our Sister Bona. War Such it seemes As may beseeme a Monarch like himselfe My selfe haue often heard him say and sweare That this his Loue was an externall Plant Whereof the Root was fixt in Vertues ground The Leaues and Fruit maintain'd with Beauties Sunne Exempt from Enuy but not from Disdaine Vnlesse the Lady Bona quit his paine Lewis Now Sister let vs heare your firme resolue Bona. Your graunt or your denyall shall be mine Yet I confesse that often ere this day Speaks to War When I haue heard your Kings desert recounted Mine eare hath tempted iudgement to desire Lewis Then Warwicke thus Our Sister shall be Edwards And now forthwith shall Articles be drawne Touching the Ioynture that your King must make Which with her Dowrie shall be counter-poys'd Draw neere Queene Margaret and be a witnesse That Bona shall be Wife to the English King Pr. Edw. To Edward but not to the English King Marg. Deceitfull Warwicke it was thy deuice By this alliance to make void my suit Before thy comming Lewis was Henries friend Lewis And still is friend to him and Margaret But if your Title to the Crowne be weake As may appeare by Edwards good successe Then 't is but reason that I be releas'd From giuing ayde which late I promised Yet shall you haue all kindnesse at my hand That your Estate requires and mine can yeeld Warw. Henry now liues in Scotland at his ease Where hauing nothing nothing can he lose And as for you your selfe our quondam Queene You haue a Father able to maintaine you And better 't were you troubled him then France Mar. Peace impudent and shamelesse Warwicke Proud setter vp and puller downe of Kings I will not hence till with my Talke and Teares Both full of Truth I make King Lewis behold Thy slye conueyance and thy Lords false loue Post blowing a horne Within For both of you are Birds of selfe-same Feather Lewes Warwicke this is some poste to
what the Nobles were committed Is all vnknowne to me my gracious Lord. Qu. Aye me I see the ruine of my House The Tyger now hath seiz'd the gentle Hinde Insulting Tiranny beginnes to Iutt Vpon the innocent and awelesse Throne Welcome Destruction Blood and Massacre I see as in a Map the end of all Dut. Accursed and vnquiet wrangling dayes How many of you haue mine eyes beheld My Husband lost his life to get the Crowne And often vp and downe my sonnes were tost For me to ioy and weepe their gaine and losse And being seated and Domesticke broyles Cleane ouer-blowne themselues the Conquerors Make warre vpon themselues Brother to Brother Blood to blood selfe against selfe O prepostorous And franticke outrage â—nd thy damned spleene Or let me dye to looke on earth no more Qu. Come come my Boy we will to Sanctuary Madam farwell Dut. Stay I will go with you Qu. You haue no cause Arch. My gracious Lady go And thether beare your Treasure and your Goodes For my part I le resigne vnto your Grace The Seale I keepe and so betide to me As well I tender you and all of yours Go I le conduct you to the Sanctuary Exeunt Actus Tertius Scoena Prima The Trumpets sound Enter yong Prince the Dukes of Glocester and Buckingham Lord Cardinall with others Buc. Welcome sweete Prince to London To your Chamber Rich. Welcome deere Cosin my thoughts Soueraign The wearie way hath made you Melancholly Prin. No Vnkle but our crosses on the way Haue made it tedious wearisome and heauie I want more Vnkles heere to welcome me Rich. Sweet Prince the vntainted vertue of your yeers Hath not yet diu'd into the Worlds deceit No more can you distinguish of a man Then of his outward shew which God he knowes Seldome or neuer iumpeth with the heart Those Vnkles which you want were dangerous Your Grace attended to their Sugred words But look'd not on the poyson of their hearts God keepe you from them and from such false Friends Prin. God keepe me from false Friends But they were none Rich. My Lord the Maior of London comes to greet you Enter Lord Maior Lo. Maior God blesse your Grace with health and happie dayes Prin. I thanke you good my Lord and thank you all I thought my Mother and my Brother Yorke Would long ere this haue met vs on the way Fie what a Slug is Hastings that he comes not To tell vs whether they will come or no. Enter Lord Hastings Buck. And in good time heere comes the sweating Lord. Prince Welcome my Lord what will our Mother come Hast On what occasion God he knowes not I The Queene your Mother and your Brother Yorke Haue taken Sanctuarie The tender Prince Would faine haue come with me to meet your Grace But by his Mother was perforce with-held Buck. Fie what an indirect and peeuish course Is this of hers Lord Cardinall will your Grace Perswade the Queene to send the Duke of Yorke Vnto his Princely Brother presently If she denie Lord Hastings goe with him And from her iealous Armes pluck him perforce Card. My Lord of Buckingham if my weake Oratorie Can from his Mother winne the Duke of Yorke Anon expect him here but if she be obdurate To milde entreaties God forbid We should infringe the holy Priuiledge Of blessed Sanctuarie not for all this Land Would I be guiltie of so great a sinne Buck. You are too sencelesse obstinate my Lord Too ceremonious and traditionall Weigh it but with the grossenesse of this Age You breake not Sanctuarie in seizing him The benefit thereof is alwayes granted To those whose dealings haue deseru'd the place And those who haue the wit to clayme the place This Prince hath neyther claym'd it nor deseru'd it And therefore in mine opinion cannot haue it Then taking him from thence that is not there You breake no Priuiledge nor Charter there Oft haue I heard of Sanctuarie men But Sanctuarie children ne're till now Card. My Lord you shall o're-rule my mind for once Come on Lord Hastings will you goe with me Hast I goe my Lord. Exit Cardinall and Hastings Prince Good Lords make all the speedie hast you may Say Vnckle Glocester if our Brother come Where shall we soiourne till our Coronation Glo. Where it think'st best vnto your Royall selfe If I may counsaile you some day or two Your Highnesse shall repose you at the Tower Then where you please and shall be thought most fit For your best health and recreation Prince I doe not like the Tower of any place Did Iulius Caesar build that place my Lord Buck. He did my gracious Lord begin that place Which since succeeding Ages haue re-edify'd Prince Is it vpon record or else reported Successiuely from age to age he built it Buck. Vpon record my gracious Lord. Prince But say my Lord it were not registred Me thinkes the truth should liue from age to age As 't were retayl'd to all posteritie Euen to the generall ending day Glo. So wise so young they say doe neuer liue long Prince What say you Vnckle Glo. I say without Characters Fame liues long Thus like the formall Vice Iniquitie I morallize two meanings in one word Prince That Iulius Caesar was a famous man With what his Valour did enrich his Wit His Wit set downe to make his Valour liue Death makes no Conquest of his Conqueror For now he liues in Fame though not in Life I le tell you what my Cousin Buckingham Buck. What my gracious Lord Prince And if I liue vntill I be a man I le win our ancient Right in France againe Or dye a Souldier as I liu'd a King Glo. Short Summers lightly haue a forward Spring Enter young Yorke Hastings and Cardinall Buck. Now in good time heere comes the Duke of Yorke Prince Richard of Yorke how fares our Noble Brother Yorke Well my deare Lord so must I call you now Prince I Brother to our griefe as it is yours Too late he dy'd that might haue kept that Title Which by his death hath lost much Maiestie Glo. How fares our Cousin Noble Lord of Yorke Yorke I thanke you gentle Vnckle O my Lord You said that idle Weeds are fast in growth The Prince my Brother hath out-growne me farre Glo. He hath my Lord. Yorke And therefore is he idle Glo. Oh my faire Cousin I must not say so Yorke Then he is more beholding to you then I. Glo. He may command me as my Soueraigne But you haue power in me as in a Kinsman Yorke I pray you Vnckle giue me this Dagger Glo. My Dagger little Cousin with all my heart Prince A Begger Brother Yorke Of my kind Vnckle that I know will giue And being but a Toy which is no griefe to giue Glo. A greater gift then that I le giue my Cousin Yorke A greater gift O that 's the Sword to it Glo. I gentle Cousin were it light enough Yorke O then I see you will part but
What cheere Mast Good Speake to th' Mariners fall too 't yarely or we run our selues a ground bestirre bestirre Exit Enter Mariners Botes Heigh my hearts cheerely cheerely my harts yare yare Take in the toppe-sale Tend to th' Masters whistle Blow till thou burst thy winde if roome enough Enter Alonso Sebastian Anthonio Ferdinando Gonzalo and others Alon. Good Boteswainâ— haue care where 's the Master Play the men Botes I pray now keepe below Auth. Where is the Master Boson Botes Do you not heare him you marre our labour Keepe your Cabines you do assist the storme Gonz. Nay good be patient Botes When the Sea is hence what cares these roarers for the name of King to Cabine silence trouble vs not Gon. Good yet remember whom thou hast aboord Botes None that I more loue then my selfe You are a Counsellor if you can command these Elements to silence and worke the peace of the present wee will not hand a rope more vse your authoritie If you cannot giue thankes you haue liu'd so long and make your selfe readie in your Cabine for the mischance of the houre if it so hap Cheerely good hearts out of our way I say Exit Gon. I haue great comfort from this fellow methinks he hath no drowning marke vpon him his complexion is perfect Gallowes stand fast good Fate to his hanging make the rope of his destiny our cable for our owne doth little aduantage If he be not borne to bee hang'd our case is miserable Exit Enter Boteswaine Botes Downe with the top-Mast yare lower lower bring her to Try with Maine-course A plague A cry within Enter Sebastian Anthonio Gonzalo vpon this howling they are lowder then the weather or our office yet againe What do you heere Shal we giue ore and drowne haue you a minde to sinke Sebas A poxe o' your throat you bawling blasphemous incharitable Dog Botes Worke you then Anth. Hang cur hang you whoreson insolent Noysemaker we are lesse afraid to be drownde then thou art Gonz. I 'le warrant him for drowning though the Ship were no stronger then a Nutt-shell and as leaky as an vnstanched wench Botes Lay her a hold a hold set her two courses off to Sea againe lay her off Enter Mariners wet Mari. All lost to prayers to prayers all lost Botes What must our mouths be cold Gonz. The King and Prince at prayers let 's assist them for our case is as theirs Sebas I' am out of patience An. We are meerly cheated of our liues by drunkards This wide-chopt-rascall would thou mightst lye drowning the washing of ten Tides Gonz. Hee 'l be hang'd yet Though euery drop of water sweare against it And gape at widst to glut him A confused noyse within Mercy on vs. We split we split Farewell my wife and children Farewell brother we split we split we split Anth. Let 's all sinke with ' King Seb. Let 's take leaue of him Exit Gonz. Now would I giue a thousand furlongs of Sea for an Acre of barren ground Long heath Browne firrs any thing the wills aboue be done but I would faine dye a dry death Exit Scena Secunda Enter Prospero and Miranda Mira. If by your Art my deerest father you haue Put the wild waters in this Roâ—e alay them The skye it seemes would powre down stinking pitch But that the Sea mounting to th' welkins cheeke Dashes the fire out Oh! I haue suffered With those that I saw suffer A braue vessell Who had no doubt some noble creature in her Dash'd all to peeces O the cry did knocke Against my very heart poore soules they perish'd Had I byn any God of power I would Haue suncke the Sea within the Earth or ere It should the good Ship so haue swallow'd and The fraughting Soules within her Pros Be collected No more amazement Tell your pitteous heart there 's no harme done Mira. O woe the day Pros No harme I haue done nothing but in care of thee Of thee my deere one thee my daughter who Art ignorant of what thou art naught knowing Of whence I am nor that I am more better Then Prospero Master of a full poore cell And thy no greater Father Mira. More to know Did neuer medle with my thoughts Pros 'T is time I should informe thee farther Lend thy hand And plucke my Magick garment from me So Lye there my Art wipe thou thine eyes haue comfort The direfull spectacle of the wracke which touch'd The very vertue of compassion in thee I haue with such prouision in mine Art So safely ordered that there is no soule No not so much perdition as an hayre Betid to any creature in the vessell Which thou heardst cry which thou saw'st sinke Sit downe For thou must now know farther Mira. You haue often Begun to tell me what I am but stopt And left me to a bootelesse Inquisition Concluding stay not yet Pros The howr's now come The very minute byds thee ope thine care Obey and be attentiue Canst thou remember A time before we came vnto this Cell I doe not thinke thou canst for then thou was 't not Out three yeeres old Mira. Certainely Sir I can Pros By what by any other house or person Of any thing the Image tell me that Hath kept with thy remembrance Mira. 'T is farre off And rather like a dreame then an assurance That my remembrance warrants Had I not Fowre or fiue women once that tended me Pros Thou hadst and more Miranda But how is it That this liues in thy minde What seest thou els In the dark-backward and Abisme of Time Yf thou remembrest ought ere thou cam'st here How thou cam'st here thou maist Mira. But that I doe not Pros Twelue yere since Miranda twelue yere since Thy father was the Duke of Millaine and A Prince of power Mira. Sir are not you my Father Pros Thy Mother was a peece of vertue and She said thou wast my daughter and thy father Was Duke of Millaine and his onely heire And Princesse no worse Issued Mira. O the heauens What fowle play had we that we came from thence Or blessed was 't we did Pros Both both my Girle By fowle-play as thou saist were we heau'd thence But blessedly holpe hither Mira. O my heart bleedes To thinke o th' teene that I haue turn'd you to Which is from my remembrance please you farther Pros My brother and thy vncle call'd Anthonio I pray thee marke me that a brother should Be so perfidious he whom next thy selfe Of all the world I lou'd and to him put The mannage of my state as at that time Through all the signories it was the first And Prospero the prime Duke being so reputed In dignity and for the liberall Artes Without a paralell those being all my studie The Gouernment I cast vpon my brother And to my State grew stranger being transported And rapt in secret studies thy false vncle Do'st thou attend me Mira. Sir most heedefully Pros Being once perfected how
would yet he had liued Alack when once our grace we haue forgot Nothing goes right we would and we would not Exit Scena Quinta Enter Duke and Frier Peter Duke These Letters at fit time deliuer me The Prouost knowes our purpose and our plot The matter being a foote keepe your instruction And hold you euer to our speciall drift Though sometimes you doe blench from this to that As cause doth minister Goe call at Flauia's house And tell him where I stay giue the like notice To Valencius Rowland and to Crassus And bid them bring the Trumpets to the gate But send me Flauius first Peter It shall be speeded well Enter Varrius Duke I thank thee Varrius thou hast made good hast Come we will walke There 's other of our friends Will greet vs heere anon my gentle Varrius Exeunt Scena Sexta Enter Isabella and Mariana Isa To speak so in directly I am loath I would say the truth but to accuse him so That is your part yee I â—m aduis'd to doe it He saies to vaile full purpose Mar. Be rul'd by him Isab Besides he tells me that if peraduenture He speake against me on the aduerse side I should not thinke it strange for 't is a physicke That 's bitter to sweet end Enter Peter Mar. I would Frier Peter Isab Oh peace the Frier is come Peter Come I haue found you out a stand most fit Where you may haue such vantage on the Duke He shall not passe you Twice haue the Trumpets sounded The generous and grauest Citizens Haue hent the gates and very neere vpon The Duke is entring Therefore hence away Exeunt Actus Quintus Scoena Prima Enter Duke Varrius Lords Angelo Esculus Lucio Citizens at seuerall doores Duk. My very worthy Cosen fairely met Our old and faithfull friend we are glad to see you Ang. Esc Happy returne be to your royall grace Duk. Many and harty thankings to you both We haue made enquiry of you and we heare Such goodnesse of your Iustice that our soule Cannot but yeeld you forth to publique thankes Forerunning more requitall Ang. You make my bonds still greater Duk. Oh your desert speaks loud I should wrong it To locke it in the wards of couert bosome When it deserues with characters of brasse A forted residence ' gainst the tooth of time And razure of obliuion Giue we your hand And let the Subiect see to make them know That outward curtesies would faine proclaime Fauours that keepe within Come Escalus You must walke by vs on our other hand And good supporters are you Enter Peter and Isabella Peter Now is your time Speake loud and kneele before him Isab Iustice O royall Duke vaile your regard Vpon a wrong'd I would faine haue said a Maid Oh worthy Prince dishonor not your eye By throwing it on any other obiect Till you haue heard me in my true complaint And giuen me Iustice Iustice Iustice Iustice Duk. Relate your wrongs In what by whom be briefe Here is Lord Angelo shall giue you Iustice Reueale your selfe to him Isab Oh worthy Duke You bid me seeke redemption of the diuell Heare me your selfe for that which I must speake Must either punish me not being beleeu'd Or wring redresse from you Heare me oh heare me heere Ang. My Lord her wits I feare me are not firme She hath bin a suitor to me for her Brother Cut off by course of Iustice Isab By course of Iustice Ang. And she will speake most bitterly and strange Isab Most strange but yet most truely wil I speake That Angelo's forsworne is it not strange That Angelo's a murtherer is' t not strange That Angelo is an adulterous thiefe An hypocrite a virgin violator Is it not strange and strange Duke Nay it is ten times strange Isa It is not truer he is Angelo Then this is all as true as it is strange Nay it is ten times true for truth is truth To th' end of reckning Duke Away with her poore soule She speakes this in th' infirmity of sence Isa Oh Prince I coniure thee as thou beleeu'st There is another comfort then this world That thou neglect me not with that opinion That I am touch'd with madnesse make not impossible That which but seemes vnlike 't is not impossible But one the wickedst caitiffe on the ground May seeme as shie as graue as iust as absolute As Angelo euen so may Angelo In all his dressings caracts titles formes Be an arch-villaine Beleeue it royall Prince If he be lesse he 's nothing but he 's more Had I more name for badnesse Duke By mine honesty If she be mad as I beleeue no other Her madnesse hath the oddest frame of sense Such a dependancy of thing on thing As ere I heard in madnesse Isab Oh gracious Duke Harpe not on that nor do not banish reason For inequality but let your reason serue To make the truth appeare where it seemes hid And hide the false seemes true Duk. Many that are not mad Haue sure more lacke of reason What would you say Isab I am the Sister of one Claudio Condemnd vpon the Act of Fornication To loose his head condemn'd by Angelo I in probation of a Sisterhood Was sent to by my Brother one Lucio As then the Messenger Luc. That 's I and 't like your Grace I came to her from Claudio and desir'd her To try her gracious fortune with Lord Angelo For her poore Brothers pardon Isab That 's he indeede Duk. You were not bid to speake Luc. No my good Lord Nor wish'd to hold my peace Duk. I wish you now then Pray you take note of it and when you haue A businesse for your selfe pray heauen you then Be perfect Luc. I warrant your honor Duk. The warrant 's for your selfe take heede to 't Isab This Gentleman told somewhat of my Tale. Luc. Right Duk. It may be right but you are i' the wrong To speake before your time proceed Isab I went To this pernicious Caitiffe Deputie Duk. That 's somewhat madly spoken Isab Pardon it The phrase is to the matter Duke Mended againe the matter proceed Isab In briefe to set the needlesse processe by How I perswaded how I praid and kneel'd How he refeld me and how I replide For this was of much length the vild conclusion I now begin with griefe and shame to vtter He would not but by gift of my chaste body To his concupiscible intemperate lust Release my brother and after much debatement My sisterly remorse confutes mine honour And I did yeeld to him But the next morne betimes His purpose surfetting he sends a warrant For my poore brothers head Duke This is most likely Isab Oh that it were as like as it is true Duk. By heauen fond wretch y u knowst not what thou speak'st Or else thou art suborn'd against his honor In hatefull practise first his Integritie Stands without blemish next it imports no reason That with such vehemency he should pursue Faults proper to
Consenting to the safe-guard of your honor I thought your marriage fit else Imputation For that he knew you might reproach your life And choake your good to come For his Possessions Although by confutation they are ours We doe en-state and widow you with all To buy you a better husband Mar. Oh my deere Lord I craue no other nor no better man Duke Neuer craue him we are definitiue Mar. Gentle my Liege Duke You doe but loose your labour Away with him to death Now Sir to you Mar. Oh my good Lord sweet Isabell take my part Lend me your knees and all my life to come I 'll lend you all my life to doe you seruice Duke Against all sence you doe importune her Should she kneele downe in mercie of this fact Her Brothers ghost his paued bed would breake And take her hence in horror Mar. Isabell Sweet Isabel doe yet but kneele by me Hold vp your hands say nothing I 'll speake all They say best men are moulded out of faults And for the most become much more the better For being a little bad So may my husband Oh Isabel will you not lend a knee Duke He dies for Claudio's death Isab Most bounteous Sir Looke if it please you on this man condemn'd As if my Brother liu'd I partly thinke A due sinceritie gouerned his deedes Till he did looke on me Since it is so Let him not die my Brother had but Iustice In that he did the thing for which he dide For Angelo his Act did not ore-take his bad intent And must be buried but as an intent That perish'd by the way thoughts are no subiects Intents but meerely thoughts Mar. Meerely my Lord. Duk. Your suite's vnprofitable stand vp I say I haue bethought me of another fault Prouost how came it Claudio was beheaded At an vnusuall howre Pro. It was commanded so Duke Had you a speciall warrant for the deed Pro. No my good Lord it was by priuate message Duk. For which I doe discharge you of your office Giue vp your keyes Pro. Pardon me noble Lord I thought it was a fault but knew it not Yet did repent me after more aduice For testimony whereof one in the prison That should by priuate order else haue dide I haue reseru'd aliue Duk. What 's he Pro. His name is Barnardine Duke I would thou hadst done so by Claudio Goe fetch him hither let me looke vpon him Esc I am sorry one so learned and so wise As you Lord Angelo haue stil appear'd Should slip so grosselie both in the heat of bloud And lacke of temper'd iudgement afterward Ang. I am sorrie that such sorrow I procure And so deepe sticks it in my penitent heart That I craue death more willingly then mercy 'T is my deseruing and I doe entreat it Enter Barnardine and Prouost Claudio Iulietta Duke Which is that Barnardine Pro. This my Lord. Duke There was a Friar told me of this man Sirha thou art said to haue a stubborne soule That apprehends no further then this world And squar'st thy life according Thou' rt condemn'd But for those earthly faults I quit them all And pray thee take this mercie to prouide For better times to come Frier aduise him I leaue him to your hand What muffeld fellow 's that Pro. This is another prisoner that I sau'd Who should haue di'd when Claudio lost his head As like almost to Claudio as himselfe Duke If he be like your brother for his sake Is he pardon'd and for your louelie sake Giue me your hand and say you will be mine He is my brother too But fitter time for that By this Lord Angelo perceiues he 's safe Methinkes I see a quickning in his eye Well Angelo your euill quits you well Looke that you loue your wife her worth worth yours I finde an apt remission in my selfe And yet heere 's one in place I cannot pardon You sirha that knew me for a foole a Coward One all of Luxurie an asse a mad man Wherein haue I so deseru'd of you That you extoll me thus Luc. Faith my Lord I spoke it but according to the trick if you will hang me for it you may but I had rather it would please you I might be whipt Duke Whipt first sir and hang'd after Proclaime it Prouost round about the Citie If any woman wrong'd by this lewd fellow As I haue heard him sweare himselfe there 's one whom he begot with childe let her appeare And he shall marry her the nuptiall finish'd Let him be whipt and hang'd Luc. I beseech your Highnesse doe not marry me to a Whore your Highnesse said euen now I made you a Duke good my Lord do not recompence me in making me a Cuckold Duke Vpon mine honor thou shalt marrie her Thy slanders I forgiue and therewithall Remit thy other forfeits take him to prison And see our pleasure herein executed Luc. Marrying a punke my Lord is pressing to death Whipping and hanging Duke Slandering a Prince deserues it She Claudio that you wrong'd looke you restore Ioy to you Mariana loue her Angelo I haue confes'd her and I know her vertue Thanks good friend Escalus for thy much goodnesse There 's more behinde that is more gratulate Thanks Prouost for thy care and secrecie We shall imploy thee in a worthier place Forgiue him Angelo that brought you home The head of Ragozine for Claudio's Th' offence pardons it selfe Deere Isabell I haue a motion much imports your good Whereto if you 'll a willing eare incline What 's mine is yours and what is yours is mine So bring vs to our Pallace where wee 'll show What 's yet behinde that meete you all should know The Scene Vienna The names of all the Actors Vincentio the Duke Angelo the Deputie Escalus an ancient Lord. Claudio a yong Gentleman Lucio a fantastique 2. Other like Gentlemen Prouost Thomas 2. Friers Peter 2. Friers Elbow a simple Constable Froth a foolish Gentleman Clowne Abhorson an Executioner Barnardine a dissolute prisoner Isabella sister to Claudio Mariana betrothed to Angelo Iuliet beloued of Claudio Francisca a Nun. Mistris Ouer-don a Bawd FINIS The Comedie of Errors Actus primus Scena prima Enter the Duke of Ephesus with the Merchant of Siracusa Iaylor and other attendants Marchant PRoceed Solinus to procure my fall And by the doome of death end woes and all Duke Merchant of Siracusa plead no more I am not partiall to infringe our Lawes The enmity and discord which of late Sprung from the rancorous outrage of your Duke To Merchants our well-dealing Countrimen Who wanting gilders to redeeme their liues Haue seal'd his rigorous statutes with their blouds Excludes all pitty from our threatning lookes For since the mortall and intestine iarres Twixt thy seditious Countrimen and vs It hath in solemne Synodes beene decreed Both by the Siracusians and our selues To admit no trafficke to our aduerse townes Nay more if any borne at Ephesus Be seene at any Siracusian Marts and Fayres
Againe if any Siracusian borne Come to the Bay of Ephesus he dies His goods confiscate to the Dukes dispose Vnlesse a thousand markes be leuied To quit the penalty and to ransome him Thy substance valued at the highest rate Cannot amount vnto a hundred Markes Therefore by Law thou art condemn'd to die Mer. Yet this my comfort when your words are done My woes end likewise with the euening Sonne Duk. Well Siracusian say in briefe the cause Why thou departedst from thy natiue home And for what cause thou cam'st to Ephesus Mer. A heauier taske could not haue beene impos'd Then I to speake my griefes vnspeakeable Yet that the world may witnesse that my end Was wrought by nature not by vile offence I le vtter what my sorrow giues me leaue In Syracusa was I borne and wedde Vnto a woman happy but for me And by me had not our hap beene bad With her I liu'd in ioy our wealth increast By prosperous voyages I often made To Epidamium till my factors death And he great care of goods at randone left Drew me from kinde embracements of my spouse From whom my absence was not sixe moneths olde Before her selfe almost at fainting vnder The pleasing punishment that women beare Had made prouision for her following me And soone and safe arriued where I was There had she not beene long but she became A ioyfull mother of two goodly sonnes And which was strange the one so like the other As could not be distinguish'd but by names That very howre and in the selfe-same Inne A meane woman was deliuered Of such a burthen Male twins both alike Those for their parents were exceeding poore I bought and brought vp to attend my sonnes My wife not meanely prowd of two such boyes Made daily motions for our home returne Vnwilling I agreed alas too soone wee came aboord A league from Epidamium had we saild Before the alwaies winde-obeying deepe Gaue any Tragicke Instance of our harme But longer did we not retaine much hope For what obscured light the heauens did grant Did but conuay vnto our fearefull mindes A doubtfull warrant of immediate death Which though my selfe would gladly haue imbrac'd Yet the incessant weepings of my wife Weeping before for what she saw must come And pitteous playnings of the prettie babes That mourn'd for fashion ignorant what to feare Forst me to seeke delayes for them and me And this it was for other meanes was none The Sailors sought for safety by our boate And left the ship then sinking ripe to vs. My wife more carefull for the latter borne Had fastned him vnto a small spare Mast Such as sea-faring men prouide for stormes To him one of the other twins was bound Whil'st I had beene like heedfull of the other The children thus dispos'd my wife and I Fixing our eyes on whom our care was fixt Fastned our selues at eyther end the mast And floating straight obedient to the streame Was carried towards Corinth as we thought At length the sonne gazing vpon the earth Disperst those vapours that offended vs And by the benefit of his wished light The seas waxt calme and we discouered Two shippes from farre making amaine to vs Of Corinth that of Epidarus this But ere they came oh let me say no more Gather the sequell by that went before Duk. Nay forward old man doe not breake off so For we may pitty though not pardon thee Merch. Oh had the gods done so I had not now Worthily tearm'd them mercilesse to vs For ere the ships could meet by twice fiue leagues We were encountred by a mighty rocke Which being violently borne vp Our helpefull ship was splitted in the midst So that in this vniust diuorce of vs Fortune had left to both of vs alike What to delight in what to sorrow for Her part poore soule seeming as burdened With lesser waight but not with lesser woe Was carried with more speed before the winde And in our sight they three were taken vp By Fishermen of Corinth as we thought At length another ship had seiz'd on vs And knowing whom it was their hap to saue Gaue healthfull welcome to their ship-wrackt guests And would haue reft the Fishers of their prey Had not their backe beene very slow of saile And therefore homeward did they bend their course Thus haue you heard me seuer'd from my blisse That by misfortunes was my life prolong'd To tell sad stories of my owne mishaps Duke And for the sake of them thou sorrowest for Doe me the fauour to dilate at full What haue befalne of them and they till now Merch. My yongest boy and yet my eldest care At eighteene yeeres became inquisitiue After his brother and importun'd me That his attendant so his case was like Reft of his brother but retain'd his name Might beare him company in the quest of him Whom whil'st I laboured of a loue to see I hazarded the losse of whom I lou'd Fiue Sommers haue I spent in farthest Greece Roming cleane through the bounds of Asia And coasting homeward came to Ephesus Hopelesse to finde yet loth to leaue vnsought Or that or any place that harbours men But heere must end the story of my life And happy were I in my timelie death Could all my trauells warrant me they liue Duke Haplesse Egeon whom the fates haue markt To beare the extremitie of dire mishap Now trust me were it not against our Lawes Against my Crowne my oath my dignity Which Princes would they may not disanull My soule should sue as aduocate for thee But though thou art adiudged to the death And passed sentence may not be recal'd But to our honours great disparagement Yet will I fauour thee in what I can Therefore Marchant I le limit thee this day To seeke thy helpe by beneficiall helpe Try all the friends thou hast in Ephesus Beg thou or borrow to make vp the summe And liue if no then thou art doom'd to die Iaylor take him to thy custodie Iaylor I will my Lord. Merch. Hopelesse and helpelesse doth Egean wend But to procrastinate his liuelesse end Exeunt Enter Antipholis Erotes a Marchant and Dromio Mer. Therefore giue out you are of Epidamium Lest that your goods too soone be confiscate This very day a Syracusian Marchant Is apprehended for a riuall here And not being able to buy out his life According to the statute of the towne Dies ere the wearie sunne set in the West There is your monie that I had to keepe Ant. Goe beare it to the Centaure where we host And stay there Dromio till I come to thee Within this houre it will be dinner time Till that I le view the manners of the towne Peruse the traders gaze vpon the buildings And then returne and sleepe within mine Inne For with long trauaile I am stiffe and wearie Get thee away Dro. Many a man would take you at your word And goe indeede hauing so good a meane Exit Dromio Ant. A trustie villaine sir
approoued meanes I haue With wholsome sirrups drugges and holy prayers To make of him a formall man againe It is a branch and parcell of mine oath A charitable dutie of my order Therefore depart and leaue him heere with me Adr. I will not hence and leaue my husband heere And ill it doth beseeme your holinesse To separate the husband and the wife Ab. Be quiet and depart thou shalt not haue him Luc. Complaine vnto the Duke of this indignity Adr. Come go I will fall prostrate at his feete And neuer rise vntill my teares and prayers Haue won his grace to come in person hither And take perforce my husband from the Abbesse Mar. By this I thinke the Diall points at fiue Anon I' me sure the Duke himselfe in person Comes this way to the melancholly vale The place of depth and sorrie execution Behinde the ditches of the Abbey heere Gold Vpon what cause Mar. To see a reuerent Siracusian Merchant Who put vnluckily into this Bay Against the Lawes and Statutes of this Towne Beheaded publikely for his offence Gold See where they come we wil behold his death Luc. Kneele to the Duke before he passe the Abbey Enter the Duke of Ephesus and the Merchant of Siracuse bare head with the Headsman other Officers Duke Yet once againe proclaime it publikely If any friend will pay the summe for him He shall not die so much we tender him Adr. Iustice most sacred Duke against the Abbesse Duke She is a vertuous and a reuerend Lady It cannot be that she hath done thee wrong Adr. May it please your Grace Antipholus my husbaÌ„d Who I made Lord of me and all I had At your important Letters this ill day A most outragious fit of madnesse tooke him That desp'rately he hurried through the streete With him his bondman all as mad as he Doing displeasure to the Citizens By rushing in their houses bearing thence Rings Iewels any thing his rage did like Once did I get him bound and sent him home Whil'st to take order for the wrongs I went That heere and there his furie had committed Anon I wot not by what strong escape He broke from those that had the guard of him And with his mad attendant and himselfe Each one with irefull passion with drawne swords Met vs againe and madly bent on vs Chac'd vs away till raising of more aide We came againe to binde them then they fled Into this Abbey whether we pursu'd them And heere the Abbesse shuts the gates on vs And will not suffer vs to fetch him out Nor send him forth that we may beare him hence Therefore most gracious Duke with thy command Let him be brought forth and borne hence for helpe Duke Long since thy husband seru'd me in my wars And I to thee ingag'd a Princes word When thou didst make him Master of thy bed To do him all the grace and good I could Go some of you knocke at the Abbey gate And bid the Lady Abbesse come to me I will determine this before I stirre Enter a Messenger Oh Mistris Mistris shift and saue your selfe My Master and his man are both broke loose Beaten the Maids a-row and bound the Doctor Whose beard they haue sindg'd off with brands of fire And euer as it blaz'd they threw on him Great pailes of puddled myre to quench the haire My M r preaches patience to him and the while His man with Cizers nickes him like a foole And sure vnlesse you send some present helpe Betweene them they will kill the Coniurer Adr. Peace foole thy Master and his man are here And that is false thou dost report to vs. Mess Mistris vpon my life I tel you true I haue not breath'd almost since I did see it He cries for you and vowes if he can take you To scorch your face and to disfigure you Cry within Harke harke I heare him Mistris flie be gone Duke Come stand by me feare nothing guard with Halberds Adr. Ay me it is my husband witnesse you That he is borne about inuisible Euen now we hous'd him in the Abbey heere And now he 's there past thought of humane reason Enter Antipholus and E. Dromio of Ephesus E. Ant. Iustice most gracious Duke oh grant me iustice Euen for the seruice that long since I did thee When I beâ—rid thee in the warres and tooke Deepe scarres to saue thy life euen for the blood That then I lost for thee now grant me iustice Mar. Fat Vnlesse the feare of death doth make me dore I see my sonne Antipholus and Dromio E. Ant. Iustice sweet Prince against y t Woman there She whom thou gau'st to me to be my wife That hath abused and dishonored me Euen in the strength and height of iniurie Beyond imagination is the wrong That she this day hath shamelesse throwne on me Duke Discouer how and thou shalt finde me iust E. Ant. This day great Duke she shut the doores vpon me While she with Harlots feasted in my house Duke A greeuous fault say woman didst thou so Adr. No my good Lord. My selfe he and my sister To day did dine together so befall my soule As this is false he burthens me withall Luc. Nere may I looke on day nor sleepe on night But she tels to your Highnesse simple truth Gold O periur'd woman They are both forsworne In this the Madman iustly chargeth them E. Ant. My Liege I am aduised what I say Neither disturbed with the effect of Wine Nor headie-rash prouoak'd with raging ire Albeit my wrongs might make one wiser mad This woman lock'd me out this day from dinner That Goldsmith there were he not pack'd with her Could witnesse it for he was with me then Who parted with me to go fetch a Chaine Promising to bring it to the Porpentine Where Balthasar and I did dine together Our dinner done and he not comming thither I went to seeke him In the street I met him And in his companie that Gentleman There did this periur'd Goldsmith sweare me downe That I this day of him receiu'd the Chaine Which God he knowes I saw not For the which He did arrest me with an Officer I did obey and sent my Pesant home For certaine Duckets he with none return'd Then fairely I bespoke the Officer To go in person with me to my house By ' th ' way we met my wife her sister and a rabble more Of vilde Confederates Along with them They brought one Pinch a hungry leane-fac'd Villaine A meere Anatomie a Mountebanke A thred-bare Iugler and a Fortune-teller A needy-hollow-ey'd-sharpe-looking-wretch A liuing dead man This pernicious slaue Forsooth tooke on him as a Coniurer And gazing in mine eyes feeling my pulse And with no-face as 't were out-facing me Cries out I was possest Then altogether They fell vpon me bound me bore me thence And in a darke and dankish vault at home There left me and my man both bound together Till gnawing with my teeth my bonds in sunder
Against the winde the which he prickes and wounds With many legions of strange fantasies Which in their throng and presse to that last hold Counfound themselues 'T is strange y t death shold sing I am the Symer to this pale faint Swan Who chaunts a dolefull hymne to his owne death And from the organ-pipe of frailety sings His soule and body to their lasting rest Sal. Be of good comfort Prince for you are borne To set a forme vpon that indigest Which he hath left so shapelesse and so rude Iohn brought in Iohn I marrie now my soule hath elbow roome It would not out at windowes nor at doores There is so hot a summer in my bosome That all my bowels crumble vp to dust I am a scribled forme drawne with a pen Vpon a Parchment and against this fire Do I shrinke vp Hen. How fares your Maiesty Ioh. Poyson'd ill fare dead forsooke cast off And none of you will bid the winter come To thrust his ycie fingers in my maw Nor let my kingdomes Riuers take their course Through my burn'd bosome nor intreat the North To make his bleake windes kisse my parched lips And comfort me with cold I do not aske you much I begge cold comfort and you are so straight And so ingratefull you deny me that Hen. Oh that there were some vertue in my teares That might releeue you Iohn The salt in them is hot Within me is a hell and there the poyson Is as a fiend confin'd to tyrannize On vnrepreeuable condemned blood Enter Bastard Bast Oh I am scalded with my violent motion And spleene of speede to see your Maiesty Iohn Oh Cozen thou art come to set mine eye The tackle of my heart is crack'd and burnt And all the shrowds wherewith my life should saile Are turned to one thred one little haire My heart hath one poore string to stay it by Which holds but till thy newes be vttered And then all this thou seest is but a clod And module of confounded royalty Bast The Dolphin is preparing hither-ward Where heauen he knowes how we shall answer him For in a night the best part of my powre As I vpon aduantage did remoue Were in the Washes all vnwarily Deuoured by the vnexpected flood Sal. You breath these dead newes in as dead an eare My Liege my Lord but now a King now thus Hen. Euen so must I run on and euen so stop What surety of the world what hope what stay When this was now a King and now is clay Bast Art thou gone so I do but stay behinde To do the office for thee of reuenge And then my soule shall waite on thee to heauen As it on earth hath bene thy seruant still Now now you Starres that moue in your right spheres Where be your powres Shew now your mended faiths And instantly returne with me againe To push destruction and perpetuall shame Out of the weake doore of our fainting Land Straight let vs seeke or straight we shall be sought The Dolphine rages at our verie heeles Sal. It seemes you know not then so much as we The Cardinall Pandulph is within at rest Who halfe an houre since came from the Dolphin And brings from him such offers of our peace As we with honor and respect may take With purpose presently to leaue this warre Bast He will the rather do it when he sees Our selues well sinew'd to our defence Sal. Nay 't is in a manner done already For many carriages hee hath dispatch'd To the sea side and put his cause and quarrell To the disposing of the Cardinall With whom your selfe my selfe and other Lords If you thinke meete this afternoone will poast To consummate this businesse happily Bast Let it be so and you my noble Prince With other Princes that may best be spar'd Shall waite vpon your Fathers Funerall Hen. At Worster must his bodie be interr'd For so he will'd it Bast Thither shall it then And happily may your sweet selfe put on The lineall state and glorie of the Land To whom with all submission on my knee I do bequeath my faithfull seruices And true subiection euerlastingly Sal. And the like tender of our loue wee make To rest without a spot for euermore Hen. I haue a kinde soule that would giue thankes And knowes not how to do it but with teares Bast Oh let vs pay the time but needfull woe Since it hath beene before hand with our greefes This England neuer did nor neuer shall Lye at the proud foote of a Conqueror But when it first did helpe to wound it selfe Now these her Princes are come home againe Come the three corners of the world in Armes And we shall shocke them Naught shall make vs rue If England to it selfe do rest but true Exeunt The life and death of King Richard the Second Actus Primus Scaena Prima Enter King Richard Iohn of Gaunt with other Nobles and Attendants King Richard OLd Iohn of Gaunt time-honoured Lancaster Hast thou according to thy oath and band Brought hither Henry Herford thy bold son Heere to make good y e boistrous late appeale Which then our leysure would not let vs heare Against the Duke of Norfolke Thomas Mowbray Gaunt I haue my Liege King Tell me moreouer hast thou sounded him If he appeale the Duke on ancient malice Or worthily as a good subiect should On some knowne ground of treacherie in him Gaunt As neere as I could sift him on that argument On some apparant danger seene in him Aym'd at your Highnesse no inueterate malice Kin. Then call them to our presence face to face And frowning brow to brow our selues will heare Th' accuser and the accused freely speake High stomackâ—d are they both and full of ire In rage deafe as the sea hastie as fire Enter Bullingbrooke and Mowbray Bul. Many yeares of happy dayes befall My gracious Soueraigne my most louing Liege Mow. Each day still better others happinesse Vntill the heauens enuying earths good hap Adde an immortall title to your Crowne King We thanke you both yet one but flatters vs As well appeareth by the cause you come Namely to appeale each other of high treason Coosin of Hereford what dost thou obiect Against the Duke of Norfolke Thomas Mowbray Bul. First heauen be the record to my speech In the deuotion of a subiects loue Tendering the precious safetie of my Prince And free from other misbegotten hate Come I appealant to this Princely presence Now Thomas Mowbray do I turne to thee And marke my greeting well for what I speake My body shall make good vpon this earth Or my diuine soule answer it in heauen Thou art a Traitor and a Miscreant Too good to be so and too bad to liue Since the more faire and christall is the skie The vglier seeme the cloudes that in it flye Once more the more to aggrauate the note With a foule Traitors name stuffe I thy throte And wish so please my Soueraigne ere I moue What
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 â—ill 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 wrinâ—kle 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 howâ—rs But when he frown'd it was against the Freâ—ch And not against his friends hâ—s noble hand Did wâ—n what he did spend and speâ—t 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
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
Being the Agents or base second meanes The Cords the Ladder or the Hangman rather O pardon if that I descend so low To shew the Line and the Predicament Wherein you range vnder this subtill King Shall it for shame be spoken in these dayes Or fill vp Chronicles in time to come That men of your Nobility and Power Did gage them both in an vniust behalfe As Both of you God pardon it haue done To put downe Richard that sweet louely Rose And plant this Thorne this Canker Bullingbrooke And shall it in more shame be further spoken That you are fool'd discarded and shooke off By him for whom these shames ye vnderwent No yet time serues wherein you may redeeme Your banish'd Honors and restore your selues Into the good Thoughts of the world againe Reuenge the geering and disdain'd contempt Of this proud King who studies day and night To answer all the Debt he owes vnto you Euen with the bloody Payment of your deaths Therefore I say Wor. Peace Cousin say no more And now I will vnclaspe a Secret booke And to your quicke conceyuing Discontents I le reade you Matter deepe and dangerous As full of perill and aduenturous Spirit As to o're-walke a Current roaring loud On the vnstedfast footing of a Speare Hot. If he fall in good night or sinke or swimme Send danger from the East vnto the West So Honor crosse it from the North to South And let them grapple The blood more stirres To rowze a Lyon then to start a Hare Nor. Imagination of some great exploit Driues him beyond the bounds of Patience Hot. By heauen me thinkes it were an easie leap To plucke bright Honor from the pale-fac'd Moone Or diue into the bottome of the deepe Where Fadome-line could neuer touch the ground And plucke vp drowned Honor by the Lockes So he that doth redeeme her thence might weare Without Co-riuall all her Dignities But out vpon this halfe-fac'd Fellowship Wor. He apprehends a World of Figures here But not the forme of what he should attend Good Cousin giue me audience for a-while And list to me Hot. I cry you mercy Wor. Those same Noble Scottes That are your Prisoners Hot. I le keepe them all By heauen he shall not haue a Scot of them No if a Scot would saue his Soule he shall not I le keepe them by this Hand Wor. You start away And lend no eare vnto my purposes Those Prisoners you shall keepe Hot. Nay I will that 's flat He said he would not ransome Mortimer Forbad my tongue to speake of Mortimer But I will finde him when he lyes asleepe And in his eare I le holla Mortimer Nay I le haue a Starling shall be taught to speake Nothing but Mortimer and giue it him To keepe his anger still in motion Wor. Heare you Cousin a word Hot. All studies heere I solemnly defie Saue how to gall and pinch this Bullingbrooke And that same Sword and Buckler Prince of Wales But that I thinke his Father loues him not And would be glad he met with some mischance I would haue poyson'd him with a pot of Ale Wor. Farewell Kinsman I le talke to you When you are better temper'd to attend Nor. Why what a Waspe-tongu'd impatient foole Art thou to breake into this Womans mood Tying thine eare to no tongue but thine owne Hot. Why look you I am whipt scourg'd with rods Netled and stung with Pismires when I heare Of this vile Politician Bullingbrooke In Richards time What de' ye call the place A plague vpon 't it is in Gloustershire 'T was where the madcap Duke his Vncle kept His Vncle Yorke where I first bow'd my knee Vnto this King of Smiles this Bullingbrooke When you and he came backe from Rauenspurgh Nor. At Barkley Castle Hot. You say true Why what a caudie deale of curtesie This fawning Grey-hound then did proffer me Looke when his infant Fortune came to age And gentle Harry Percy and kinde Cousin O the Diuell take such Couzeners God forgiue me Good Vncle tell your tale for I haue done Wor. Nay if you haue not too 't againe Wee 'l stay your leysure Hot. I haue done insooth Wor. Then once more to your Scottish Prisoners Deliuer them vp without their ransome straight And make the Dowglas sonne your onely meane For powres in Scotland which for diuers reasons Which I shall send you written be assur'd Will easily be granted you my Lord. Your Sonne in Scotland being thus imply'd Shall secretly into the bosome creepe Of that same noble Prelate well belou'd The Archbishop Hot. Of Yorke is' t not Wor. True who beares hard His Brothers death at Bristow the Lord Scroope I speake not this in estimation As what I thinke might be but what I know Is ruminated plotted and set downe And onely stayes but to behold the face Of that occasion that shall bring it on Hot. I smell it Vpon my life it will do wond'rous well Nor. Before the game 's a-foot thou still let'st slip Hot. Why it cannot choose but be a Noble plot And then the power of Scotland and of Yorke To ioyne with Mortimer Ha. Wor. And so they shall Hot. Infaith it is exceedingly well aym'd Wor. And 't is no little reason bids vs speed To saue our heads by raising of a Head For beare our selues as euen as we can The King will alwayes thinke him in our debt And thinke we thinke our selues vnsatisfied Till he hath found a time to pay vs home And see already how he doth beginne To make vs strangers to his lookes of loue Hot. He does he does wee 'l be reueng'd on him Wor. Cousin farewell No further go in this Then I by Letters shall direct your course When time is ripe which will be sodainly I le steale to Glendower and loe Mortimer Where you and Dowglas and our powres at once As I will fashion it shall happily meete To beare our fortunes in our owne strong armes Which now we hold at much vncertainty Nor. Farewell good Brother we shall thriue I trust Hot. Vncle adieu O let the houres be short Till fields and blowes and grones applaud our sport exit Actus Secundus Scena Prima Enter a Carrier with a Lanterne in his hand 1. Car. Heigh-ho an 't be not foure by the day I le be hang'd Charles waine is ouer the new Chimney and yet our horse not packt What Ostler Ost Anon anon 1. Car. I prethee Tom beate Cuts Saddle put a few Flockes in the point the poore Iade is wrung in the withers out of all cesse Enter another Carrier 2. Car. Pease and Beanes are as danke here as a Dog and this is the next way to giue poore Iades the Bottes This house is turned vpside downe since Robin the Ostler dyed 1. Car. Poore fellow neuer ioy'd since the price of oats rose it was the death of him 2. Car. I thinke this is the most villanous house in al London rode for Fleas I am stung
thy Kingdome with a dagger of Lath and driue all thy Subiects afore thee like a flocke of Wilde-geese I le neuer weare haire on my face more You Prince of Wales Prin. Why you horson round man what 's the matter Fal. Are you not a Coward Answer me to that and Poines there Prin. Ye fatch paunch and yee call mee Coward I le stab thee Fal. I call thee Coward I le see thee damn'd ere I call the Coward but I would giue a thousand pound I could run as fast as thou canst You are straight enough in the shoulders you care not who sees your backe Call you that backing of your friends a plague vpon such backing giue me them that will face me Giue me a Cup of Sack I am a Rogue if I drunke to day Prince O Villaine thy Lippes are scarce wip'd since thou drunk'st last Falst All 's one for that He drinkes A plague of all Cowards still say I. Prince What 's the matter Falst What 's the matter here be foure of vs haue ta'ne a thousand pound this Morning Prince Where is it Iack where is it Falst Where is it taken from vs it is a hundred vpon poore foure of vs. Prince What a hundred man Falst. I am a Rogue if I were not at halfe Sword with a dozen of them two houres together I haue scaped by miracle I am eight times thrust through the Doublet foure through the Hose my Buckler cut through and through my Sword hackt like a Hand-saw ecce signum I neuer dealt better since I was a man all would not doe A plague of all Cowards let them speake if they speake more or lesse then truth they are villaines and the sonnes of darknesse Prince Speake sirs how was it Gad. We foure set vpon some dozen Falst Sixteene at least my Lord. Gad. And bound them Peto No no they were not bound Falst You Rogue they were bound euery man of them or I am a Iew else an Ebrew Iew. Gad. As we were sharing some sixe or seuen fresh men set vpon vs. Falst And vnbound the rest and then come in the other Prince What fought yee with them all Falst All I know not what yee call all but if I fought not with fiftie of them I am a bunch of Radish if there were not two or three and fiftie vpon poore olde Iack then am I no two-legg'd Creature Poin. Pray Heauen you haue not murthered some of them Falst Nay that 's past praying for I haue pepper'd two of them Two I am sure I haue payed two Rogues in Buckrom Sutes I tell thee what Hal if I tell thee a Lye spit in my face call me Horse thou knowest my olde word here I lay and thus I bore my point foure Rogues in Buckrom let driue at me Prince What foure thou sayd'st but two euen now Falst Foure Hal I told thee foure Poin. I I he said foure Falst These foure came all a-front and mainely thrust at me I made no more adoe but tooke all their seuen points in my Targuet thus Prince Seuen why there were but foure euen now Falst In Buckrom Poin. I foure in Buckrom Sutes Falst Seuen by these Hilts or I am a Villaine else Prin. Prethee let him alone we shall haue more anon Falst Doest thou heare me Hal Prin. I and marke thee too Iack. Falst Doe so for it is worth the listning too these nine in Buckrom that I told thee of Prin. So two more alreadie Falst Their Points being broken Poin. Downe fell his Hose Falst Began to giue me ground but I followed me close came in foot and hand and with a thought seuen of the eleuen I pay'd Prin. O monstrous eleuen Buckrom men growne out of two Falst But as the Deuill would haue it three mis-begotten Knaues in Kendall Greene came at my Back and let driue at me for it was so darke Hal that thou could'st not see thy Hand Prin. These Lyes are like the Father that begets them grosse as a Mountaine open palpable Why thou Clay-brayn'd Guts thou Knotty-pated Foole thou Horson obscene greasie Tallow Catch Falst What art thou mad art thou mad is not the truth the truth Prin. Why how could'st thou know these men in Kendall Greene when it was so darke thou could'st not see thy Hand Come tell vs your reason what say'st thou to this Poin. Come your reason Iack your reason Falst What vpon compulsion No were I at the Strappado or all the Racks in the World I would not tell you on compulsion Giue you a reason on compulsion If Reasons were as plentie as Black-berries I would giue no man a Reason vpon compulsion I. Prin. I le be no longer guiltie of this sinne This sanguine Coward this Bed-presser this Hors-back-breaker this huge Hill of Flesh Falst Away you Starueling you Elfe-skin you dried Neats tongue Bulles-pissell you stocke-fish O for breth to vtter What is like thee You Tailors yard you sheath you Bow-case you vile standing tucke Prin. Well breath a-while and then to 't againe and when thou hast tyr'd thy selfe in base comparisons heare me speake but thus Poin. Marke Iacke Prin. We two saw you foure set on foure and bound them and were Masters of their Wealth mark now how a plaine Tale shall put you downe Then did we two set on you foure and with a word outfac'd you from your prize and haue it yea and can shew it you in the House And Falstaffe you caried your Guts away as nimbly with as quicke dexteritie and roared for mercy and still ranne and roar'd as euer I heard Bull-Calfe What a Slaue art thou to hacke thy sword as thou hast done and then say it was in fight What trick what deuices what starting hole canst thou now find out to hide thee from this open and apparant shame Poines Come let 's heare Iacke What tricke hast thou now Fal. I knew ye as well as he that made ye Why heare ye my Masters was it for me to kill the Heire apparant Should I turne vpon the true Prince Why thou knowest I am as valiant as Hercules but beware Instinct the Lion will not touch the true Prince Instinct is a great matter I was a Coward on Instinct I shall thinke the better of my selfe and thee during my life I for a valiant Lion and thou for a true Prince But Lads I am glad you haue the Mony Hostesse clap to the doores watch to night pray to morrow Gallants Lads Boyes Harts of Gold all the good Titles of Fellowship come to you What shall we be merry shall we haue a Play extempory Prin. Content and the argument shall be thy runing away Fal. A no more of that Hall and thou louest me Enter Hostesse Host My Lord the Prince Prin. How now my Lady the Hostesse what say'st thou to me Hostesse Marry my Lord there is a Noble man of the Court at doore would speake with you hee sayes hee comes from your Father Prin. Giue him as much as
soule and she sayes vp downe the town that her eldest son is like you She hath bin in good case the truth is pouerty hath distracted her but for these foolish Officers I beseech you I may haue redresse against them Iust Sir Iohn sir Iohn I am well acquainted with your maner of wrenching the true cause the false way It is not a confident brow nor the throng of wordes that come with such more then impudent sawcines from you can thrust me from a leuell consideration I know you ha' practis'd vpon the easie-yeelding spirit of this woman Host Yes in troth my Lord. Iust Prethee peace pay her the debt you owe her and vnpay the villany you haue done her the one you may do with sterling mony the other with currant repentance Fal. My Lord I will not vndergo this sneape without reply You call honorable Boldnes impudent Sawcinesse If a man wil curt'sie and say nothing he is vertuous No my Lord your humble duty remeÌ„bred I will not be your sutor I say to you I desire deliu'rance from these Officers being vpon hasty employment in the Kings Affaires Iust You speake as hauing power to do wrong But answer in the effect of your Reputation and satisfie the poore woman Falst Come hither Hostesse Enter M. Gower Ch. Iust Now Master Gower What newes Gow The King my Lord and Henrie Prince of Wales Are neere at hand The rest the Paper telles Falst As I am a Gentleman Host Nay you said so before Fal. As I am a Gentleman Come no more words of it Host By this Heauenly ground I tread on I must be faine to pawne both my Plate and the Tapistry of my dyning Chambers Fal. Glasses glasses is the onely drinking and for thy walles a pretty slight Drollery or the Storie of the Prodigall or the Germane hunting in Waterworke is worth a thousand of these Bed-hangings and these Fly-bitten Tapistries Let it be tenne pound if thou canst Come if it were not for thy humors there is not a better Wench in England Go wash thy face and draw thy Action Come thou must not bee in this humour with me come I know thou was 't set on to this Host Prethee Sir Iohn let it be but twenty Nobles I loath to pawne my Plate in good earnest la. Fal. Let it alone I le make other shift you 'l be a fool still Host Well you shall haue it although I pawne my Gowne I hope you 'l come to Supper You 'l pay me altogether Fal. Will I liue Go with her with her hooke-on hooke-on Host Will you haue Doll Teare-sheet meet you at supper Fal. No more words Let 's haue her Ch. Iust. I haue heard bitter newes Fal What 's the newes my good Lord Ch. Iu. Where lay the King last night Mes At Basingstoke my Lord. Fal. I hope my Lord all 's well What is the newes my Lord Ch Iust Come all his Forces backe Mes No Fifteene hundred Foot fiue hundred Horse Are march'd vp to my Lord of Lancaster Against Northumberland and the Archbishop Fal. Comes the King backe from Wales my noble L Ch. Iust You shall haue Letteâ—s of me presently Come go along with me good M. Gowre Fal. My Lord. Ch. Iust What 's the matter Fal. Master Gowre shall I entreate you with mee to dinner Gow I must waite vpon my good Lord heere I thanke you good Sir Iohn Ch. Iust Sir Iohn you loyter heere too long being you are to take Souldiers vp in Countries as you go Fal. Will you sup with me Master Gowre Ch. Iust What foolish Master taught you these manners Sir Iohn Fal. Master Gower if they become mee not hee was a Foole that taught them mee This is the right Fencing grace my Lord tap for tap and so part faire Ch. Iust Now the Lord lighten thee thou art a great Foole. Exeunt Scena Secunda Enter Prince Henry Pointz Bardolfe and Page Prin. Trust me I am exceeding weary Poin. Is it come to that I had thought wearines durst not haue attach'd one of so high blood Prin. It doth me though it discolours the complexion of my Greatnesse to acknowledge it Doth it not shew vildely in me to desire small Beere Poin. Why a Prince should not be so loosely studied as to remember so weake a Composition Prince Belike then my Appetite was not Princely got for in troth I do now remember the poore Creature Small Beere But indeede these humble considerations make me out of loue with my Greatnesse What a disgrace is it to me to remember thy name Or to know thy face to morrow Or to take note how many paire of Silk stockings y u hast Viz. these and those that were thy peach-colour'd ones Or to beare the Inuentorie of thy shirts as one for superfluity and one other for vse But that the Tennis-Court-keeper knowes better then I for it is a low ebbe of Linnen with thee when thou kept'st not Racket there as thou hast not done a great while because the rest of thy Low Countries haue made a shift to eate vp thy Holland Poin. How ill it followes after you haue labour'd so hard you should talke so idlely Tell me how many good yong Princes would do so their Fathers lying so sicke as yours is Prin. Shall I tell thee one thing Pointz Poin. Yes and let it be an excellent good thing Prin. It shall serue among wittes of no higher breeding then thine Poin. Go to I stand the push of your one thing that you 'l tell Prin. Why I tell thee it is not meer that I should be sad now my Father is sicke albeit I could tell to thee as to one it pleases me for fault of a better to call my friend I could be sad and sad indeed too Poin Very hardly vpon such a subiect Prin. Thou think'st me as farre in the Diuels Booke as thou and Falstaffe for obduracie and persistencie Let the end try the man But I tell thee my hart bleeds inwardly that my Father is so sicke and keeping such vild company as thou art hath in reason taken from me all ostentation of sorrow Poin. The reason Prin. What would'st thou think of me if I shold weep Poin. I would thinke thee a most Princely hypocrite Prin. It would be euery mans thought and thou art a blessed Fellow to thinke as euery man thinkes neuer a mans thought in the world keepes the Rode-way better then thine euery man would thinke me an Hypocrite indeeâ—e And what accites your most worshipful thought to thinke so Poin. Why because you haue beene so lewde and so much ingraffed to Falstaffe Prin. And to thee Pointz Nay I am well spoken of I can heare it with mine owne eares the worst that they can say of me is that I am a second Brother and that I am a proper Fellowe of my hands and those two things I confesse I canot helpe Looke looke here comes Bardolfe Prince And the Boy that I gaue
Captaine hang him Rogue hee liues vpon mouldie stew'd-Pruines and dry'de Cakes A Captaine These Villaines will make the word Captaine odious Therefore Captaines had neede looke to it Bard. 'Pray thee goe downe good Ancient Falst Hearke thee hither Mistris Dol. Pist. Not I I tell thee what Corporall Bardolph I could teare her I le be reueng'd on her Page 'Pray thee goe downe Pist I le see her damn'd first to Pluto's damn'd Lake to the Infernall Deepe where Erebus and Tortures vilde also Hold Hooke and Line say I Downe downe Dogges downe Fates haue wee not Hiren here Host Good Captaine Peesel be quiet it is very late I beseeke you now aggrauate your Choler Pist These be good Humors indeede Shall Pack-Horses and hollow-pamper'd Iades of Asia which cannot goe but thirtie miles a day compare with Caesar and with Caniballs and Troian Greekes nay rather damne them with King Cerberus and let the Welkin roare shall wee fall foule for Toyes Host By my troth Captaine these are very bitter words Bard. Be gone good Ancient this will grow to a Brawle anon Pist Die men like Dogges giue Crownes like Pinnes Haue we not Hiren here Host On my word Captaine there 's none such here What the good-yere doe you thinke I would denye her I pray be quiet Pist. Then feed and be fat my faire Calipolis Come giue me some Sack Si fortune me tormente sperato me contente Feare wee broad-sides No let the Fiend giue fire Giue me some Sack and Sweet-heart lye thou there Come wee to full Points here and are et cetera's nothing Fal. Pistol I would be quiet Pist. Sweet Knight I kisse thy Neaffe what wee haue seene the seuen Starres Dol. Thrust him downe stayres I cannot endure such a Fustian Rascall Pist Thrust him downe stayres know we not Galloway Nagges Fal. Quoit him downe Bardolph like a shoue-groat shilling nay if hee doe nothing but speake nothing hee shall be nothing here Bard. Come get you downe stayres Pist What shall wee haue Incision shall wee embrew then Death rocke me asleepe abridge my dolefull dayes why then let grieuous gastly gaping Wounds vntwin'd the Sisters three Come Atropos I say Host. Here 's good stuffe toward Fal. Giue me my Rapier Boy Dol. I prethee Iack I prethee doe not draw Fal. Get you downe stayres Host Here 's a goodly tumult I le forsweare keeping house before I le be in these tirrits and frights So Murther I warrant now Alas alas put vp your naked Weapons put vp your naked Weapons Dol. I prethee Iack be quiet the Rascall is gone ah you whorson little valiant Villaine you Host. Are you not hurt i' th' Groyne me thought hee made a shrewd Thrust at your Belly Fal. Haue you turn'd him out of doores Bard. Yes Sir the Rascall's drunke you haue hurt him Sir in the shoulder Fal. A Rascall to braue me Dol. Ah you sweet little Rogue you alas poore Ape how thou sweat'st Come let me wipe thy Face Come on you whorson Chops Ah Rogue I loue thee Thou art as valorous as Hector of Troy worth fiue of Agamemnon and tenne times better then the nine Worthies ah Villaine Fal. A rascally Slaue I will tosse the Rogue in a Blanket Dol. Doe if thou dar'st for thy heart if thou doo'st I le canuas thee betweene a paire of Sheetes Enter Musique Page The Musique is come Sir Fal. Let them play play Sirs Sit on my Knee Dol. A Rascall bragging Slaue the Rogue fled from me like Quick-siluer Dol. And thou followd'st him like a Church thou whorson little tydie Bartholmew Bore-pigge when wilt thou leaue fighting on dayes and foyning on nights and begin to patch vp thine old Body for Heauen Enter the Prince and Poines disguis'd Fal. Peace good Dol doe not speake like a Deaths-head doe not bid me remember mine end Dol. Sirrha what humor is the Prince of Fal. A good shallow young fellow hee would haue made a good Pantler hee would haue chipp'd Bread well Dol. They say Poines hath a good Wit Fal. Hee a good Wit hang him Baboone his Wit is as thicke as Tewksburie Mustard there is no more conceit in him â—hen is in a Mallet Dol. Why doth the Prince loue him so then Fal. Because their Legges are both of a bignesse and hee playes at Quoits well and eates Conger and Fennell and drinkes off Candles ends for Flap-dragons and rides the wilde-Mare with the Boyes and iumpes vpon Ioyn'd-stooles and sweares with a good grace and weares his Boot very smooth like vnto the Signe of the Legge and breedes no bate with telling of discreete stories and such other Gamboll Faculties hee hath that shew a weake Minde and an able Body for the which the Prince admits him for the Prince himselfe is such another the weight of an hayre will turne the Scales betweene their Haber-de-pois Prince Would not this Naue of a Wheele haue his Eares cut off Poin. Let vs beat him before his Whore Prince Looke if the wither'd Elder hath not his Poll claw'd like a Parrot Poin. Is it not strange that Desire should so many yeeres out-liue performance Fal. Kisse me Dol. Prince Saturne and Venus this yeere in Coniunction What sayes the Almanack to that Poin. And looke whether the fierie Trigon his Man be not lisping to his Masters old Tables his Note-Booke his Councell-keeper Fal. Thou do'st giue me flatt'ring Busses Dol. Nay truely I kisse thee with a most constant heart Fal. I am olde I am olde Dol. I loue thee better then I loue ere a scuruie young Boy of them all Fal. What Stuffe wilt thou haue a Kirtle of I shall receiue Money on Thursday thou shalt haue a Cappe to morrow A merrie Song come it growes late wee will to Bed Thou wilt forget me when I am gone Dol. Thou wilt set me a weeping if thou say'st so proue that euer I dresse my selfe handsome till thy returne well hearken the end Fal. Some Sack Francis Prin. Poin. Anon anon Sir Fal. Ha a Bastard Sonne of the Kings And art not thou Poines his Brother Prince Why thou Globe of sinfull Continents what a Life do'st thou lead Fal. A better then thou I am a Gentleman thou art a Drawer Prince Very true Sir and I come to draw you out by the Eares Host Oh the Lord preserue thy good Grace Welcome to London Now Heauen blesse that sweete Face of thine what are you come from Wales Fal. Thou whorson mad Compound of Maiestie by this light Flesh and corrupt Blood thou art welcome Dol. How you fat Foole I scorne you Poin. My Lord hee will driue you out of your reuenge and turne all to a merryment if you take not the heat Prince You whorson Candle-myne you how vildly did you speake of me euen now before this honest vertuous ciuill Gentlewoman Host ' Blessing on your good heart and so shee is by my troth Fal. Didst thou heare me Prince Yes and you knew me as you did when you ranne away
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 â—ades their Baâ—ly 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 Haâ—flew 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
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. Tauâ—es 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
Story That I may prompt them and of such as haue I humbly pray them to admit th' excuse Of time of numbers and due course of things Which cannot in their huge and proper life Be here presented Now we beare the King Toward Callice Graunt him there there seene Heaue him away vpon your winged thoughts Athwart the Sea Behold the English beach Pales in the flood with Men Wiues and Boyes Whose shouts claps out-voyce the deep-mouth'd Sea Which like a mightie Whiffler 'fore the King Seemes to prepare his way So let him land And solemnly see him set on to London So swift a pace hath Thought that euen now You may imagine him vpon Black-Heath Where that his Lords desire him to haue borne His bruised Helmet and his bended Sword Before him through the Citie he forbids it Being free from vain-nesse and selfe-glorious pride Giuing full Trophee Signall and Ostent Quite from himselfe to God But now behold In the quick Forge and working-house of Thought How London doth powre out her Citizens The Maior and all his Brethren in best sort Like to the Senatours of th' antique Rome With the Plebeians swarming at their heeles Goe forth and fetch their Conqu'ring Caesar in As by a lower but by louing likelyhood Were now the Generall of our gracious Empresse As in good time he may from Ireland comming Bringing Rebellion broached on his Sword How many would the peacefull Citie quit To welcome him much more and much more cause Did they this Harry Now in London place him As yet the lamentation of the French Inuites the King of Englands stay at home The Emperour 's comming in behalfe of France To order peace betweene them and omit All the occurrences what euer chanc't Till Harryes backe returne againe to France There must we bring him and my selfe haue play'd The interim by remembring you 't is past Then brooke abridgement and your eyes aduance After your thoughts straight backe againe to France Exit Enter Fluellen and Gower Gower Nay that 's right but why weare you your Leeke to day S. Dauies day is past Flu. There is occasions and causes why and wherefore in all things I will tell you asse my friend Captaine Gower the rascally scauld beggerly lowsie pragging Knaue Pistoll which you and your selfe and all the World know to be no petter then a fellow looke you now of no merits hee is come to me and prings me pread and sault yesterday looke you and bid me eate my Leeke it was in a place where I could not breed no contention with him but I will be so bold as to weare it in my Cap till I see him once againe and then I will tell him a little piece of my desires Enter Pistoll Gower Why heere hee comes swelling like a Turky-cock Flu. 'T is no matter for his swellings nor his Turky-cocks God plesse you aunchient Pistoll you scuruie lowsie Knaue God plesse you Pist Ha art thou bedlam doest thou thirst base Troian to haue me fold vp Parcas fatall Web Hence I am qualmish at the smell of Leeke Flu. I peseech you heartily scuruie lowsie Knaue at my desires and my requests and my petitions to eate looke you this Leeke because looke you you doe not loue it nor your affections and your appetites and your disgestions doo's not agree with it I would desire you to eate it Pist Not for Cadwallader and all his Goats Flu. There is one Goat for you Strikes him Will you be so good scauld Knaue as eate it Pist Base Troian thou shalt dye Flu. You say very true scauld Knaue when Gods will is I will desire you to liue in the meane time and eate your Victuals come there is sawce for it You call'd me yesterday Mountaine-Squier but I will make you to day a squire of low degree I pray you fall too if you can mocke a Leeke you can eate a Leeke Gour. Enough Captaine you haue astonisht him Flu. I say I will make him eate some part of my leeke or I will peate his pate foure dayes bite I pray you it is good for your greene wound and your ploodie Coxecombe Pist Must I bite Flu. Yes certainly and out of doubt and out of question too and ambiguities Pist By this Leeke I will most horribly reuenge I eate and eate I sweare Flu. Eate I pray you will you haue some more sauce to your Leeke there is not enough Leeke to sweare by Pist Quâ—et thy Cudgell thou dost see I eate Flu. Much good do you scald knaue heartily Nay pray you throw none away the skinne is good for your broken Coxcombe when you take occasions to see Leekes heereafter I pray you mocke at 'em that is all Pist Good Flu. I Leekes is good hold you there is a groat to heale your pate Pist Me a groat Flu Yes verily and in truth you shall take it or I haue another Leeke in my pocket which you shall eate Pist I take thy groat in earnest of reuenge Flu. If I owe you any thing I will pay you in Cudgels you shall be a Woodmonger and buy nothing of me but cudgels God bu'y you and keepe you heale your pate Exit Pist All hell shall stirre for this Gow Go go you are a counterfeit cowardly Knaue will you mocke at an ancient Tradition began vppon an honourable respect and worne as a memorable Trophee of predeceased valor and dare not auouch in your deeds any of your words I haue seene you gleeking galling at this Gentleman twice or thrice You thought because he could not speake English in the natiue garb he could not therefore handle an English Cudgell you finde it otherwise and henceforth let a Welsh correction teach you a good English condition fare ye well Exit Pist Doeth fortune play the huswife with me now Newes haue I that my Doll is dead i' th Spittle of a malady of France and there my rendeuous is quite cut off Old I do waxe and from my wearie limbes honour is Cudgeld Well Baud I le turne and something leane to Cut-purse of quicke hand To England will I steale and there I le steale And patches will I get vnto these cudgeld scarres And swore I got them in the Gallia warres Exit Enter at one doore King Henry Exeter Bedford Warwicke and other Lords At another Queene Isabel the King the Duke of Bourgougne and other French King Peace to this meeting wherefore we are met Vnto our brother France and to our Sister Health and faire time of day Ioy and good wishes To our most faire and Princely Cosine Katherine And as a branch and member of this Royalty By whom this great assembly is contriu'd We do salute you Duke oâ— Burgogne And Princes French and Peeres health to you all 〈◊〉 Right ioyous are we to behold your face Most worthy brother England fairely met So are you Princes English euery one Quee. So happy be the Issue brother Ireland Of this good day and of this gracious meeting
and louing Countreymen This token serueth for a Flagge of Truce Betwixt our selues and all our followers So helpe me God as I dissemble not Winch. So helpe me God as I intend it not King Oh louing Vnckle kinde Duke of Gloster How ioyfull am I made by this Contract Away my Masters trouble vs no more But ioyne in friendship as your Lords haue done 1. Seru. Content I le to the Surgeons 2. Seru. And so will I. 3. Seru. And I will see what Physick the Tauerne affords Exeunt Warw. Accept this Scrowle most gracious Soueraigne Which in the Right of Richard Plantagenet We doe exhibite to your Maiestie Glo. Well vrg'd my Lord of Warwick for sweet Prince And if your Grace marke euery circumstance You haue great reason to doe Richard right Especially for those occasions At Eltam Place I told your Maiestie King And those occasions Vnckle were of force Therefore my louing Lords our pleasure is That Richard be restored to his Blood Warw. Let Richard be restored to his Blood So shall his Fathers wrongs be recompenc't Winch. As will the rest so willeth Winchester King If Richard will be true not that all alone But all the whole Inheritance I giue That doth belong vnto the House of Yorke From whence you spring by Lineall Descent Rich. Thy humble seruant vowes obedience And humble seruice till the point of death King Stoope then and set your Knee against my Foot And in reguerdon of that dutie done I gyrt thee with the valiant Sword of Yorke Rise Richard like a true Plantagenet And rise created Princely Duke of Yorke Rich. And so thriue Richard as thy foes may fall And as my dutie springs so perish they That grudge one thought against your Maiesty All. Welcome high Prince the mighty Duke of Yorke Som. Perish base Prince ignoble Duke of Yorke Glost Now will it best auaile your Maiestie To crosse the Seas and to be Crown'd in France The presence of a King engenders loue Amongst his Subiects and his loyall Friends As it dis-animates his Enemies King When Gloster sayes the word King Henry goes For friendly counsaile cuts off many Foes Glost Your Ships alreadie are in readinesse Senet Flourish Exeunt Manet Exeter Exet. I we may march in England or in France Not seeing what is likely to ensue This late dissention growne betwixt the Peeres Burnes vnder fained ashes of forg'd loue And will at last breake out into a flame As festred members rot but by degree Till bones and flesh and sinewes fall away So will this base and enuious discord breed And now I feare that fatall Prophecie Which in the time of Henry nam'd the Fift Was in the mouth of euery sucking Babe That Henry borne at Monmouth should winne all And Henry borne at Windsor loose all Which is so plaine that Exeter doth wish His dayes may finish ere that haplesse time Exit Scoena Secunda Enter Pucell disguis'd with foure Souldiors with Sacks vpon their backs Pucell These are the Citie Gates the Gates of Roan Through which our Pollicy must make a breach Take heed be wary how you place your words Talke like the vulgar sort of Market men That come to gather Money for their Corne. If we haue entrance as I hope we shall And that we finde the slouthfull Watch but weake I le by a signe giue notice to our friends That Charles the Dolphin may encounter them Souldier Our Sacks shall be a meane to sack the City And we be Lords and Rulers ouer Roan Therefore wee 'le knock Knock. Watch. Che la. Pucell Peasauns la pouure gens de Fraunce Poore Market folkes that come to sell their Corne. Watch. Enter goe in the Market Bell is rung Pucell Now Roan I le shake thy Bulwarkes to the ground Exeunt Enter Charles Bastard Alanson Charles Saint Dennis blesse this happy Stratageme And once againe wee 'le sleepe secure in Roan Bastard Here entred Pucell and her Practisants Now she is there how will she specifie Here is the best and safest passage in Reig. By thrusting out a Torch from yonder Tower Which once discern'd shewes that her meaning is No way to that for weaknesse which she entred Enter Pucell on the top thrusting out a Torch burning Pucell Behold this is the happy Wedding Torch That ioyneth Roan vnto her Countreymen But burning fatall to the Talbonites Bastard See Noble Charles the Beacon of our friend The burning Torch in yonder Turret stands Charles Now shine it like a Commet of Reuenge A Prophet to the fall of all our Foes Reig. Deferre no time delayes haue dangerous ends Enter and cry the Dolphin presently And then doe execution on the Watch. Alarum An Alarum Talbot in an Excursion Talb. France thou shalt rue this Treason with thy teares If Talbot but suruiue thy Trecherie Pucell that Witch that damned Sorceresse Hath wrought this Hellish Mischiefe vnawares That hardly we escap't the Pride of France Exit An Alarum Excursions Bedford brought in sicke in a Chayre Enter Talbot and Burgonie without within Pucell Charles Bastard and Reigneir on the Walls Pucell God morrow Gallants want ye Corn for Bread I thinke the Duke of Burgonie will fast Before hee 'le buy againe at such a rate 'T was full of Darnell doe you like the taste Burg. Scoffe on vile Fiend and shamelesse Curtizan I trust ere long to choake thee with thine owne And make thee curse the Haruest of that Corne. Charles Your Grace may starue perhaps before that time Bedf. Oh let no words but deedes reuenge this Treason Pucell What will you doe good gray-beard Breake a Launce and runne a-Tilt at Death Within a Chayre Talb. Foule Fiend of France and Hag of all despight Incompass'd with thy lustfull Paramours Becomes it thee to taunt his valiant Age And twit with Cowardise a man halfe dead Damsell I le haue a bowt with you againe Or else let Talbot perish with this shame Pucell Are ye so hot Sir yet Pucell hold thy peace If Talbot doe but Thunder Raine will follow They whisper together in counsell God speed the Parliament who shall be the Speaker Talb. Dare yee come forth and meet vs in the field Pucell Belike your Lordship takes vs then for fooles To try if that our owne be ours or no. Talb. I speake not to that rayling Hecate But vnto thee Alanson and the rest Will ye like Souldiors come and fight it out Alans Seignior no. Talb. Seignior hang base Muleters of France Like Pesant foot-Boyes doe they keepe the Walls And dare not take vp Armes like Gentlemen Pucell Away Captaines let 's get vs from the Walls For Talbot meanes no goodnesse by his Lookes God b'uy my Lord we came but to tell you That wee are here Exeunt from the Walls Talb. And there will we be too ere it be long Or else reproach be Talbots greatest fame Vow Burgonie by honor of thy House Prickt on by publike Wrongs sustain'd in France Either to get the Towne againe or dye And I
you all Florish Suf. My Lord Protector so it please your Grace Heere are the Articles of contracted peace Betweene our Soueraigne and the French King Charles For eighteene moneths concluded by consent Clo. Reads Inprimis It is agreed betweene the French K. Charles and William de la Pole Marquesse of Suffolke Ambassador for Henry King of England That the said Henry shal espouse the Lady Margaret daughter vnto Reignier King of Naples Sicillia and Ierusalem and Crowne her Queene of England ere the thirtieth of May next ensuing Item That the Dutchy of Aniou and the County of Main shall be released and deliuered to the King her father King Vnkle how now Glo. Pardon me gracious Lord Some sodaine qualme hath strucke me at the heart And dim'd mine eyes that I can reade no further King Vnckle of Winchester I pray read on Win. Item It is further agreed betweene them That the Dutchesse of Aniou and Maine shall be released and deliuered ouer to the King her Father and shee sent ouer of the King of Englands owne proper Cost and Charges without hauing any Dowry King They please vs well Lord Marques kneel down We heere create thee the first Duke of Suffolke And girt thee with the Sword Cosin of Yorke We heere discharge your Grace from being Regent I' th parts of France till terme of eighteene Moneths Be full expyr'd Thankes Vncle Winchester Gloster Yorke Buckingham Somerset Salisburie and Warwicke We thanke you all for this great fauour done In entertainment to my Princely Queene Come let vs in and with all speede prouide To see her Coronation be perform'd Exit King Queene and Suffolke Manet the rest Glo. Braue Peeres of England Pillars of the State To you Duke Humfrey must vnload his greefe Your greefe the common greefe of all the Land What did my brother Henry spend his youth His valour coine and people in the warres Did he so often lodge in open field In Winters cold and Summers parching heate To conquer France his true inheritance And did my brother Bedford toyle his wits To keepe by policy what Henrie got Haue you your selues Somerset Buckingham Braue Yorke Salisbury and victorious Warwicke Receiud deepe scarres in France and Normandie Or hath mine Vnckle Beauford and my selfe With all the Learned Counsell of the Realme Studied so long sat in the Councell house Early and late debating too and fro How France and Frenchmen might be kept in awe And hath his Highnesse in his infancie Crowned in Paris in despight of foes And shall these Labours and these Honours dye Shall Henries Conquest Bedfords vigilance Your Deeds of Warre and all our Counsell dye O Peeres of England shamefull is this League Fatall this Marriage cancelling your Fame Blotting your names from Bookes of memory Racing the Charracters of your Renowne Defacing Monuments of Conquer'd France Vndoing all as all had neuer bin Car. Nephew what meanes this passionate discourse This preroration with such circumstance For France 't is ours and we will keepe it still Glo. I Vnckle we will keepe it if we can But now it is impossible we should Suffolke the new made Duke that rules the rost Hath giuen the Dutchy of Aniou and Mayne Vnto the poore King Reignier whose large style Agrees not with the leannesse of his purse Sal. Now by the death of him that dyed for all These Counties were the Keyes of Normandie But wherefore weepes Warwicke my valiant sonne War For greefe that they are past recouerie For were there hope to conquer them againe My sword should shed hot blood mine eyes no teares Aniou and Maine My selfe did win them both Those Prouinces these Armes of mine did conquer And are the Citties that I got with wounds Deliuer'd vp againe with peacefull words Mort Dieu Yorke For Suffolkes Duke may he be suffocate That dims the Honor of this Warlike Isle France should haue torne and rent my very hart Before I would haue yeelded to this League I neuer read but Englands Kings haue had Large summes of Gold and Dowries with their wiues And our King Henry giues away his owne To match with her that brings no vantages Hum. A proper iest and neuer heard before That Suffolke should demand a whole Fifteenth For Costs and Charges in transporting her She should haue staid in France and steru'd in France Before Car. My Lord of Gloster now ye grow too hot It was the pleasure of my Lord the King Hum. My Lord of Winchester I know your minde 'T is not my speeches that you do mislike But 't is my presence that doth trouble ye Rancour will out proud Prelate in thy face I see thy furie If I longer stay We shall begin our ancient bickerings Lordings farewell and say when I am gone I prophesied France will be lost ere long Exit Humfrey Car. So there goes our Protector in a rage 'T is knowne to you he is mine enemy Nay more an enemy vnto you all And no great friend I feare me to the King Consider Lords he is the next of blood And heyre apparant to the English Crowne Had Henrie got an Empire by his marriage And all the wealthy Kingdomes of the West There 's reason he should be displeas'd at it Looke to it Lords let not his smoothing words Bewitch your hearts be wise and circumspect What though the common people fauour him Calling him Humfrey the good Duke of Gloster Clapping their hands and crying with loud voyce Iesu maintaine your Royall Excellence With God preserue the good Duke Humfrey I feare me Lords for all this flattering glosse He will be found a dangerous Protector Buc. Why should he then protect our Soueraigne He being of age to gouerne of himselfe Cosin of Somerset ioyne you with me And altogether with the Duke of Suffolke Wee 'l quickly hoyse Duke Humfrey from his seat Car. This weighty businesse will not brooke delay I le to the Duke of Suffolke presently Exit Cardinall Som. Cosin of Buckingham though Humfries pride And greatnesse of his place be greefe to vs Yet let vs watch the haughtie Cardinall His insolence is more intollerable Then all the Princes in the Land beside If Gloster be displac'd hee 'l be Protector Buc. Or thou or I Somerset will be Protectors Despite Duke Humfrey or the Cardinall Exit Buckingham and Somerset Sal. Pride went before Ambition followes him While these do labour for their owne preferment Behooues it vs to labor for the Realme I neuer saw but Humfrey Duke of Gloster Did beare him like a Noble Gentleman Oft haue I seene the haughty Cardinall More like a Souldier then a man o' th' Church As stout and proud as he were Lord of all Sweare like a Ruffian and demeane himselfe Vnlike the Ruler of a Common-weale Warwicke my sonne the comfort of my age Thy deeds thy plainnesse and thy house-keeping Hath wonne the greatest fauour of the Commons Excepting none but good Duke Humfrey And Brother Yorke thy Acts in Ireland In bringing them to ciuill
That shall salute our rightfull Soueraigne With honor of his Birth-right to the Crowne Both. Long liue our Soueraigne Richard Englands King Yorke We thanke you Lords But I am not your King till I be Crown'd And that my Sword be stayn'd With heart-blood of the House of Lancaster And that 's not suddenly to be perform'd But with aduice and silent secrecie Doe you as I doe in these dangerous dayes Winke at the Duke of Saffolkes insolence At Beaufords Pride at Somersets Ambition At Buckingham and all the Crew of them Till they haue snar'd the Shepheard of the Flock That vertuous Prince the good Duke Humfrey 'T is that they seeke and they in seeking that Shall finde their deaths if Yorke â—an prophecie Salisb. My Lord breake we off we know your minde at full Warw. My heart assures me that the Earle of Warwick Shall one day make the Duke of Yorke a King Yorke And Neuill this I doe assure my selfe Richard shall liue to make the Earle of Warwick The greatest man in England but the King Exeunt Sound Trumpets Enter the King and State with Guard to banish the Duchesse King Stand forth Dame Elianor Cobham Glosters Wife In sight of God and vs your guilt is great Receiue the Sentence of the Law for sinne Such as by Gods Booke are adiudg'd to death You foure from hence to Prison back againe From thence vnto the place of Execution The Witch in Smithfield shall be burnt to ashes And you three shall be strangled on the Gallowes You Madame for you are more Nobly-borne Despoyled of your Honor in your Life Shall after three dayes open Penance done Liue in your Countrey here in Banishment With Sir Iohn Stanly in the I le of Man Elianor Welcome is Banishment welcome were my Death Glost Elianor the Law thou seest hath iudged thee I cannot iustifie whom the Law condemnes Mine eyes are full of teares my heart of griefe Ah Humfrey this dishonor in thine age Will bring thy head with sorrow to the ground I beseech your Maiestie giue me leaue to goe Sorrow would sollace and mine Age would ease King Stay Humfrey Duke of Gloster Ere thou goe giue vp thy Staffe Henry will to himselfe Protector be And God shall be my hope my stay my guide And Lanthorne to my feete And goe in peace Humfrey no lesse belou'd Then when thou wert Protector to thy King Queene I see no reason why a King of yeeres Should be to be protected like a Child God and King Henry gouerne Englands Realme Giue vp your Staffe Sir and the King his Realme Glost My Staffe Here Noble Henry is my Staffe As willingly doe I the same resigne As ere thy Father Henry made it mine And euen as willingly at thy feete I leaue it As others would ambitiously receiue it Farewell good King when I am dead and gone May honorable Peace attend thy Throne Exit Gloster Queene Why now is Henry King and Margaret Queen And Humfrey Duke of Gloster scarce himselfe That beares so shrewd a mayme two Pulls at once His Lady banisht and a Limbe lopt off This Staffe of Honor raught there let it stand Where it best fits to be in Henries hand Suff. Thus droupes this loftie Pyne hangs his sprayes Thus Elianors Pride dyes in her youngest dayes Yorke Lords let him goe Please it your Maiestie This is the day appointed for the Combat And ready are the Appellant and Defendant The Armorer and his Man to enter the Lists So please your Highnesse to behold the fight Queene I good my Lord for purposely therefore Left I the Court to see this Quarrell try'de King A Gods Name see the Lyfts and all things fit Here let them end it and God defend the right Yorke I neuer saw a fellow worse bestead Or more afraid to fight then is the Appellant The seruant of this Armorer my Lords Enter at one Doore the Armorer and his Neighbors drinking to him so much that hee is drunke and he enters with a Drumme before him and his Staffe with a Sand-bagge fastened to it and at the other Doore his Man with a Drumme and Sand-bagge and Prentices drinking to him 1. Neighbor Here Neighbour Horner I drinke to you in a Cup of Sack and feare not Neighbor you shall doe well enough 2. Neighbor And here Neighbour here 's a Cuppe of Charneco 3. Neighbor And here 's a Pot of good Double-Beere Neighbor drinke and feare not your Man Armorer Let it come yfaith and I le pledge you all and a figge for Peter 1. Prent. Here Peter I drinke to thee and be not afraid 2. Prent. Be merry Peter and feare not thy Master Fight for credit of the Prentices Peter I thanke you all drinke and pray for me I pray you for I thinke I haue taken my last Draught in this World Here Robin and if I dye I giue thee my Aporne and Will thou shalt haue my Hammer and here Tom take all the Money that I haue O Lord blesse me I pray God for I am neuer able to deale with my Master hee hath learnt so much fence already Salisb. Come leaue your drinking and fall to blowes Sirrha what 's thy Name Peter Peter forsooth Salisb. Peter what more Peter Thumpe Salisb. Thumpe Then see thou thumpe thy Master well Armorer Masters I am come hither as it were vpon my Mans instigation to proue him a Knaue and my selfe an honest man and touching the Duke of Yorke I will take my death I neuer meant him any ill nor the King nor the Queene and therefore Peter haue at thee with a downe-right blow Yorke Dispatch this Knaues tongue begins to double Sound Trumpets Alarum to the Combattants They fight and Peter strikes him downe Armorer Hold Peter hold I confesse I confesse Treason Yorke Take away his Weapon Fellow thanke God and the good Wine in thy Masters way Peter O God haue I ouercome mine Enemies in this presence O Peter thou hast preuayl'd in right King Goe take hence that Traytor from our sight For by his death we doe perceiue his guilt And God in Iustice hath reueal'd to vs The truth and innocence of this poore fellow Which he had thought to haue murther'd wrongfully Come fellow follow vs for thy Reward Sound a flourish Exeunt Enter Duke Humfrey and his Men in Mourning Cloakes Glost Thus sometimes hath the brightest day a Cloud And after Summer euermore succeedes Barren Winter with his wrathfull nipping Cold So Cares and Ioyes abound at Seasons fleet Sirs what 's a Clock Seru. Tenne my Lord. Glost Tenne is the houre that was appointed me To watch the comming of my punisht Duchesse Vnneath may shee endure the Flintie Streets To treade them with her tender-feeling feet Sweet Nell ill can thy Noble Minde abrooke The abiect People gazing on thy face With enuious Lookes laughing at thy shame That erst did follow thy prowd Chariot-Wheeles When thou didst ride in triumph through the streets But soft I thinke she comes and I
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
I will stirre vp in England some black Storme Shall blowe ten thousand Soules to Heauen or Hell And this fell Tempest shall not cease to rage Vntill the Golden Circuit on my Head Like to the glorious Sunnes transparant Beames Doe calme the furie of this mad-bred Flawe And for a minister of my intent I haue seduc'd a head-strong Kentishman Iohn Cade of Ashford To make Commotion as full well he can Vnder the Title of Iohn Mortimer In Ireland haue I seene this stubborne Cade Oppose himselfe against a Troupe of Kernes And fought so long till that his thighes with Darts Were almost like a sharpe-quill'd Porpentine And in the end being rescued I haue seene Him capre vpright like a wilde Morisco Shaking the bloody Darts as he his Bells Full often like a shag-hayr'd craftie Kerne Hath he conuersed with the Enemie And vndiscouer'd come to me againe And giuen me notice of their Villanies This Deuill here shall be my substitute For that Iohn Mortimer which now is dead In face in gate in speech he doth resemble By this I shall perceiue the Commons minde How they affect the House and Clayâ—e of Yorke Say he be taken rackt and tortured I know no paine they can inflict vpon him Will make him say I mou'd him to those Armes Say that he thriue as 't is great like he will Why then from Ireland come I with my strength And reape the Haruest which that Rascall sow'd For Humfrey being dead as he shall be And Henry put apart the next for me Exit Enter two or three running ouer the Stage from the Murther of Duke Humfrey 1. Runne to my Lord of Suffolke let him know We haue dispatcht the Duke as he commanded 2. Oh that it were to doe what haue we done Didst euer heare a man so penitent Enter Suffolke 1. Here comes my Lord. Suff. Now Sirs haue you dispatcht this thing 1. I my good Lord hee 's dead Suff. Why that 's well said Goe get you to my House I will reward you for this venturous deed The King and all the Peeres are here at hand Haue you layd faire the Bed Is all things well According as I gaue directions 1. 'T is my good Lord. Suff. Away be gone Exeunt Sound Trumpets Enter the King the Queene Cardinall Suffolke Somerset with Attendants King Goe call our Vnckle to our presence straight Say we intend to try his Grace to day If he be guiltie as 't is published Suff. I le call him presently my Noble Lord. Exit King Lords take your places and I pray you all Proceed no straiter ' gainst our Vnckle Gloster Then from true euidence of good esteeme He be approu'd in practise culpable Queene God forbid any Malice should preuayle That faultlesse may condemne a Noble man Pray God he may acquit him of suspition King I thanke thee Nell these wordes content mee much Enter Suffolke How now why look'st thou pale why tremblest thou Where is our Vnckle what 's the matter Suffolke Suff. Dead in his Bed my Lord Gloster is dead Queene Marry God forfend Card. Gods secret Iudgement I did dreame to Night The Duke was dumbe and could not speake a word King sounds Qu. How fares my Lord Helpe Lords the King is dead Som. Rere vp his Body wring him by the Nose Qu. Runne goe helpe helpe Oh Henry ope thine eyes Suff. He doth reuiue againe Madame be patient King Oh Heauenly God Qu. How fares my gracious Lord Suff. Comfort my Soueraigne gracious Henry comfort King What doth my Lord of Suffolke comfort me Came he right now to sing a Rauens Note Whose dismall tune bereft my Vitall powres And thinkes he that the chirping of a Wren By crying comfort from a hollow breast Can chase away the first-conceiued sound Hide not thy poyson with such sugred words Lay not thy hands on me forbeare I say Their touch affrights me as a Serpents sting Thou balefull Messenger out of my sight Vpon thy eye-balls murderous Tyrannie Sits in grim Maiestie to fright the World Looke not vpon me for thine eyes are wounding Yet doe not goe away come Basiliske And kill the innocent gazer with thy sight For in the shade of death I shall finde ioy In life but double death now Gloster's dead Queene Why do you rate my Lord of Suffolke thus Although the Duke was enemie to him Yet he most Christian-like laments his death And for my selfe Foe as he was to me Might liquid teares or heart-offending groanes Or blood-consuming sighes recall his Life I would be blinde with weeping sicke with grones Looke pale as Prim-rose with blood-drinking sighes And all to haue the Noble Duke aliue What know I how the world may deeme of me For it is knowne we were but hollow Friends It may be iudg'd I made the Duke away So shall my name with Slanders tongue be wounded And Princes Courts be fill'd with my reproach This get I by his death Aye me vnhappie To be a Queene and Crown'd with infamie King Ah woe is me for Gloster wretched man Queen Be woe for me more wretched then he is What Dost thou turne away and hide thy face I am no loathsome Leaper looke on me What Art thou like the Adder waxen deafe Be poysonous too and kill thy forlorne Queene Is all thy comfort shut in Glosters Tombe Why then Dame Elianor was neere thy ioy Erect his Statue and worship it And make my Image but an Ale-house signe Was I for this nye wrack'd vpon the Sea And twice by aukward winde from Englands banke Droue backe againe vnto my Natiue Clime What boaded this but well fore-warning winde Did seeme to say seeke not a Scorpions Nest Nor set no footing on this vnkinde Shore What did I then But curst the gentle gusts And he that loos'd them forth their Brazen Caues And bid them blow towards Englands blessed shore Or turne our Sterne vpon a dreadfull Rocke Yet Aeolus would not be a murtherer But left that hatefull office vnto thee The pretty vaulting Sea refus'd to drowne me Knowing that thou wouldst haue me drown'd on shore With teares as salt as Sea through thy vnkindnesse The splitting Rockes cowr'd in the sinking sands And would not dash me with their ragged sides Because thy flinty heart more hard then they Might in thy Pallace perish Elianor As farre as I could ken thy Chalky Cliffes When from thy Shore the Tempest beate vs backe I stood vpon the Hatches in the storme And when the duskie sky began to rob My earnest-gaping-sight of thy Lands view I tooke a costly Iewell from my necke A Hart it was bound in with Diamonds And threw it towards thy Land The Sea receiu'd it And so I wish'd thy body might my Heart And euen with this I lost faire Englands view And bid mine eyes be packing with my Heart And call'd them blinde and duskie Spectacles For loosing ken of Albions wished Coast How often haue I tempted Suffolkes tongue The agent of thy foule inconstancie To sit
he is lawfull King Henry All will reuolt from me and turne to him Northumb. Plantagenet for all the Clayme thou lay'st Thinke not that Henry shall be so depos'd Warw. Depos'd he shall be in despight of all Northumb. Thou art deceiu'd 'T is not thy Southerne power Of Essex Norfolke Suffolke nor of Kent Which makes thee thus presumptuous and prowd Can set the Duke vp in despight of me Clifford King Henry be thy Title right or wrong Lord Clifford vowes to fight in thy defence May that ground gape and swallow me aliue Where I shall kneele to him that slew my Father Henry Oh Clifford how thy words reuiue my heart Plant. Henry of Lancaster resigne thy Crowne What mutter you or what conspire you Lords Warw. Doe right vnto this Princely Duke of Yorke Or I will fill the House with armed men And ouer the Chayre of State where now he sits Write vp his Title with vsurping blood He stampes with his foot and the Souldiers shew themselues Henry My Lord of Warwick heare but one word Let me for this my life time reigne as King Plant. Confirme the Crowne to me and to mine Heires And thou shalt reigne in quiet while thou liu'st Henry I am content Richard Plantagenet Enioy the Kingdome after my decease Clifford What wrong is this vnto the Prince your Sonne Warw. What good is this to England and himselfe Westm Base fearefull and despayring Henry Clifford How hast thou iniur'd both thy selfe and vs Westm I cannot stay to heare these Articles Northumb. Nor I. Clifford Come Cousin let vs tell the Queene these Newes Westm Farwell faint-hearted and degenerate King In whose cold blood no sparke of Honor bides Northumb. Be thou a prey vnto the House of Yorke And dye in Bands for this vnmanly deed Cliff In dreadfull Warre may'st thou be ouercome Or liue in peace abandon'd and despis'd Warw. Turne this way Henry and regard them not Exeter They seeke reuenge and therefore will not yeeld Henry Ah Exeter Warw. Why should you sigh my Lord Henry Not for my selfe Lord Warwick but my Sonne Whom I vnnaturally shall dis-inherite But be it as it may I here entayle The Crowne to thee and to thine Heires for euer Conditionally that heere thou take an Oath To cease this Ciuill Warre and whil'st I liue To honor me as thy King and Soueraigne And neyther by Treason nor Hostilitie To seeke to put me downe and reigne thy selfe Plant. This Oath I willingly take and will performe Warw. Long liue King Henry Plantagenet embrace him Henry And long liue thou and these thy forward Sonnes Plant. Now Yorke and Lancaster are reconcil'd Exet. Accurst be he that seekes to make them foes Senet Here they come downe Plant. Farewell my gracious Lord I le to my Castle Warw. And I le keepe London with my Souldiers Norf. And I to Norfolke with my followerâ— Mount And I vnto the Sea from whence I came Henry And I with griefe and sorrow to the Court. Enter the Queene Exeter Heere comes the Queene Whose Lookes be wray her anger I le steale away Henry Exeter so will I. Queene Nay goe not from me I will follow thee Henry Be patient gentle Queene and I will stay Queene Who can be patient in such extreames Ah wretched man would I had dy'de a Maid And neuer seene thee neuer borne thee Sonne Seeing thou hast prou'd so vnnaturall a Father Hath he deseru'd to loose his Birth-right thus Hadst thou but lou'd him halfe so well as I Or felt that paine which I did for him once Or nourisht him as I did with my blood Thou would'st haue left thy dearest heart-blood there Rather then haue made that sauage Duke thine Heire And dis-inherited thine onely Sonne Prince Father you cannot dis-inherite me If you be King why should not I succeede Henry Pardon me Margaret pardon me sweet Sonne The Earle of Warwick and the Duke enforc't me Quee. Enforc't thee Art thou King and wilt be forc't I shame to heare thee speake ah timorous Wretch Thou hast vndone thy selfe thy Sonne and me And giu'n vnto the House of Yorke such head As thou shalt reigne but by their sufferance To entayle him and his Heires vnto the Crowne What is it but to make thy Sepulcher And creepe into it farre before thy time Warwick is Chancelor and the Lord of Callice Sterne Falconbridge commands the Narrow Seas The Duke is made Protector of the Realme And yet shalt thou be safe Such safetie findes The trembling Lambe inuironned with Wolues Had I beene there which am a silly Woman The Souldiers should haue toss'd me on their Pikes Before I would haue granted to that Act. But thou preferr'st thy Life before thine Honor. And seeing thou do'st I here diuorce my selfe Both from thy Table Henry and thy Bed Vntill that Act of Parliament be repeal'd Whereby my Sonne is dis-inherited The Northerne Lords that haue forsworne thy Colours Will follow mine if once they see them spread And spread they shall be to thy foule disgrace And vtter ruine of the House of Yorke Thus doe I leaue thee Come Sonne let 's away Our Army is ready come wee 'le after them Henry Stay gentle Margaret and heare me speake Queene Thou hast spoke too much already get thee gone Henry Gentle Sonne Edward thou wilt stay me Queene I to be murther'd by his Enemies Prince When I returne with victorie to the field I le see your Grace till then I le follow her Queene Come Sonne away we may not linger thus Henry Poore Queene How loue to me and to her Sonne Hath made her breake out into termes of Rage Reueng'd may she be on that hatefull Duke Whose haughtie spirit winged with desire Will cost my Crowne and like an emptie Eagle Tyre on the flesh of me and of my Sonne The losse of those three Lords torments my heart I le write vnto them and entreat them faire Come Cousin you shall be the Messenger Exet. And I I hope shall reconcile them all Exit Flourish Enter Richard Edward and Mountague Richard Brother though I bee youngest giue mee leaue Edward No I can better play the Orator Mount But I haue reasons strong and forceable Enter the Duke of Yorke Yorke Why how now Sonnes and Brother at a strife What is your Quarrell how began it first Edward No Quarrell but a slight Contention Yorke About what Rich. About that which concernes your Grace and vs The Crowne of England Father which is yours Yorke Mine Boy not till King Henry be dead Richard Your Right depends not on his life or death Edward Now you are Heire therefore enioy it now By giuing the House of Lancaster leaue to breathe It will out-runne you Father in the end Yorke I tooke an Oath that hee should quietly reigne Edward But for a Kingdome any Oath may be broken I would breake a thousand Oathes to reigne one yeere Richard No God forbid your Grace should be forsworne Yorke I shall be if I clayme by open
which Iesu pardon Q.M. Which God reuenge Rich. To fight on Edwards partie for the Crowne And for his meede poore Lord he is mewed vp I would to God my heart were Flint like Edwards Or Edwards soft and pittifull like mine I am too childish foolish for this World Q.M. High thee to Hell for shame leaue this World Thou Cacodemon there thy Kingdome is Riu. My Lord of Gloster in those busie dayes Which here you vrge to proue vs Enemies We follow'd then our Lord our Soueraigne King So should we you if you should be our King Rich. If I should be I had rather be a Pedler Farre be it from my heart the thought thereof Qu. As little ioy my Lord as you suppose You should enioy were you this Countries King As little ioy you may suppose in me That I enioy being the Queene thereof Q.M. A little ioy enioyes the Queene thereof For I am shee and altogether ioylesse I can no longer hold me patient Heare me you wrangling Pyrates that fall out In sharing that which you haue pill'd from me Which off you trembles not that lookes on me If not that I am Queene you bow like Subiects Yet that by you depos'd you quake like Rebells Ah gentle Villaine doe not turne away Rich. Foule wrinckled Witch what mak'st thou in my sight Q.M. But repetition of what thou hast marr'd That will I make before I let thee goe Rich. Wert thou not banished on paine of death Q.M. I was but I doe find more paine in banishment Then death can yeeld me here by my abode A Husband and a Sonne thou ow'st to me And thou a Kingdome all of you allegeance This Sorrow that I haue by right is yours And all the Pleasures you vsurpe are mine Rich. The Curse my Noble Father layd on thee When thou didst Crown his Warlike Brows with Paper And with thy scornes drew'st Riuers from his eyes And then to dry them gan'st the Duke a Clowt Steep'd in the faultlesse blood of prettie Rutland His Curses then from bitternesse of Soule Denounc'd against thee are all falne vpon thee And God not we hath plagu'd thy bloody deed Qu. So iust is God to right the innocent Hast O 't was the foulest deed to slay that Babe And the most mercilesse that ere was heard of Riu. Tyrants themselues wept when it was reported Dors No man but prophecied reuenge for it Buck. Northumberland then present wept to see it Q.M. What were you snarling all before I came Ready to catch each other by the throat And turne you all your hatred now on me Did Yorkes dread Curse preuaile so much with Heauen That Henries death my louely Edwards death Their Kingdomes losse my wofull Banishment Should all but answer for that peeuish Brat Can Curses pierce the Clouds and enter Heauen Why then giue way dull Clouds to my quick Curses Though not by Warre by Surfet dye your King As ours by Murther to make him a King Edward thy Sonne that now is Prince of Wales For Edward our Sonne that was Prince of Wales Dye in his youth by like vntimely violence Thy selfe a Queene for me that was a Queene Out-liue thy glory like my wretched selfe Long may'st thou liue to wayle thy Childrens death And see another as I see thee now Deck'd in thy Rights as thou art stall'd in mine Long dye thy happie dayes before thy death And after many length'ned howres of griefe Dye neyther Mother Wife nor Englands Queene Riuers and Dorset you were standers by And so wast thou Lord Hastings when my Sonne Was stab'd with bloody Daggers God I pray him That none of you may liue his naturall age But by some vnlook'd accident cut off Rich. Haue done thy Charme y u hateful wither'd Hagge Q.M. And leaue out thee stay Dog for y u shalt heare me If Heauen haue any grieuous plague in store Exceeding those that I can wish vpon thee O let them keepe it till thy sinnes be ripe And then hurle downe their indignation On thee the troubler of the poore Worlds peace The Worme of Conscience still begnaw thy Soule Thy Friends suspect for Traytors while thou liu'st And take deepe Traytors for thy dearest Friends No sleepe close vp that deadly Eye of thine Vnlesse it be while some tormenting Dreame Affrights thee with a Hell of ougly Deuills Thou eluish mark'd abortiue rooting Hogge Thou that wast seal'd in thy Natiuitie The slaue of Nature and the Sonne of Hell Thou slander of thy heauie Mothers Wombe Thou loathed Issue of thy Fathers Loynes Thou Ragge of Honor thou detested Rich. Margaret Q.M. Richard Rich. Ha. Q.M. I call thee not Rich. I cry thee mercie then for I did thinke That thou hadst call'd me all these bitter names Q.M. Why so I did but look'd for no reply Oh let me make the Period to my Curse Rich. 'T is done by me and ends in Margaret Qu. Thus haue you breath'd your Curse against your self Q.M. Poore painted Queen vain flourish of my fortune Why strew'st thou Sugar on that Bottel'd Spider Whose deadly Web ensnareth thee about Foole foole thou whet'st a Knife to kill thy selfe The day will come that thou shalt wish for me To helpe thee curse this poysonous Bunch-backt Toade Hast False boding Woman end thy frantick Curse Least to thy harme thou moue our patience Q.M. Foule shame vpon you you haue all mou'd mine Ri. Were you wel seru'd you would be taught your duty Q. M To serue me well you all should do me duty Teach me to be your Queene and you my Subiects O serue me well and teach your selues that duty Dors Dispute not with her shee is lunaticke Q.M. Peace Master Marquesse you are malapert Your fire-new stampe of Honor is scarce currant O that your yong Nobility could iudge What 't were to lose it and be miserable They that stand high haue many blasts to shake them And if they fall they dash themselues to peeces Rich. Good counsaile marry learne it learne it Marquesse Dor. It touches you my Lord as much as me Rich. I and much more but I was borne so high Our ayerie buildeth in the Cedars top And dallies with the winde and scornes the Sunne Mar. And turnes the Sun to shade alas alas Witnesse my Sonne now in the shade of death Whose bright out-shining beames thy cloudy wrath Hath in eternall darknesse folded vp Your ayery buildeth in our ayeries Nest O God that seest it do not suffer it As it is wonne with blood lost be it so Buc. Peace peace for shame If not for Charity Mar. Vrge neither charity nor shame to me Vncharitably with me haue you dealt And shamefully my hopes by you are butcher'd My Charity is outrage Life my shame And in that shame still liue my sorrowes rage Buc. Haue done haue done Mar. O Princely Buckingham I le kisse thy hand In signe of League and amity with thee Now faire befall thee and thy Noble house Thy Garments are not spotted with our
with light gifts In weightier things you 'le say a Begger nay Glo. It is too weightie for your Grace to weare Yorke I weigh it lightly were it heauier Glo. What would you haue my Weapon little Lord Yorke I would that I might thanke you as as you call me Glo. How Yorke Little Prince My Lord of Yorke will still be crosse in talke Vnckle your Grace knowes how to beare with him Yorke You meane to beare me not to beare with me Vnckle my Brother mockes both you and me Because that I am little like an Ape He thinkes that you should beare me on your shoulders Buck. With what a sharpe prouided wit he reasons To mittigate the scorne he giues his Vnckle He prettily and aptly taunts himselfe So cunning and so young is wonderfull Glo. My Lord wilt please you passe along My selfe and my good Cousin Buckingham Will to your Mother to entreat of her To meet you at the Tower and welcome you Yorke What will you goe vnto the Tower my Lord Prince My Lord Protector will haue it so Yorke I shall not sleepe in quiet at the Tower Glo. Why what should you feare Yorke Marry my Vnckle Clarence angry Ghost My Grandam told me he was murther'd there Prince I feare no Vnckles dead Glo. Nor none that liue I hope Prince And if they liue I hope I need not feare But come my Lord and with a heauie heart Thinking on them goe I vnto the Tower A Senet Exeunt Prince Yorke Hastings and Dorset Manet Richard Buckingham and Catesby Buck. Thinke you my Lord this little prating Yorke Was not incensed by his subtile Mother To taunt and scorne you thus opprobriously Glo. No doubt no doubt Oh 't is a perillous Boy Bold quicke ingenious forward capable Hee is all the Mothers from the top to toe Buck. Well let them rest Come hither Catesby Thou art sworne as deepely to effect what we intend As closely to conceale what we impart Thou know'st our reasons vrg'd vpon the way What think'st thou is it not an easie matter To make William Lord Hastings of our minde For the installment of this Noble Duke In the Seat Royall of this famous Ile Cates. He for his fathers sake so loues the Prince That he will not be wonne to ought against him Buck. What think'st thou then of Stanley Will not hee Cates. Hee will doe all in all as Hastings doth Buck. Well then no more but this Goe gentle Catesby and as it were farre off Sound thou Lord Hastings How he doth stand affected to our purpose And summon him to morrow to the Tower To sit about the Coronation If thou do'st finde him tractable to vs Encourage him and tell him all our reasons If he be leaden ycie cold vnwilling Be thou so too and so breake off the talke And giue vs notice of his inclination For we to morrow hold diuided Councels Wherein thy selfe shalt highly be employ'd Rich. Commend me to Lord William tell him Catesby His ancient Knot of dangerous Aduersaries To morrow are let blood at Pomfret Castle And bid my Lord for ioy of this good newes Giue Mistresse Shore one gentle Kisse the more Buck. Good Catesby goe effect this businesse soundly Cates. My good Lords both with all the heed I can Rich. Shall we heare from you Catesby ere we sleepe Cates. You shall my Lord. Rich. At Crosby House there shall you find vs both Exit Catesby Buck. Now my Lord What shall wee doe if wee perceiue Lord Hastings will not yeeld to our Complots Rich. Chop off his Head Something wee will determine And looke when I am King clayme thou of me The Earledome of Hereford and all the moueables Whereof the King my Brother was possest Buck. I le clayme that promise at your Graces hand Rich. And looke to haue it yeelded with all kindnesse Come let vs suppe betimes that afterwards Wee may digest our complots in some forme Exeunt Scena Secunda Enter a Messenger to the Doore of Hastings Mess My Lord my Lord. Hast. Who knockes Mess One from the Lord Stanley Hast What is' t a Clocke Mess Vpon the stroke of foure Enter Lord Hastings Hast. Cannot my Lord Stanley sleepe these tedious Nights Mess So it appeares by that I haue to say First he commends him to your Noble selfe Hast What then Mess Then certifies your Lordship that this Night He dreamt the Bore had rased off his Helme Besides he sayes there are two Councels kept And that may be determin'd at the one Which may make you and him to rue at th' other Therefore he sends to know your Lordships pleasure If you will presently take Horse with him And with all speed post with him toward the North To shun the danger that his Soule diuines Hast. Goe fellow goe returne vnto thy Lord Bid him not feare the seperated Councell His Honor and my selfe are at the one And at the other is my good friend Catesby Where nothing can proceede that toucheth vs Whereof I shall not haue intelligence Tell him his Feares are shallow without instance And for his Dreames I wonder hee 's so simple To trust the mock'ry of vnquiet slumbers To flye the Bore before the Bore pursues Were to incense the Bore to follow vs And make pursuit where he did meane no chase Goe bid thy Master rise and come to me And we will both together to the Tower Where he shall see the Bore will vse vs kindly Mess I le goe my Lord and tell him what you say Exit Enter Catesby Cates. Many good morrowes to my Noble Lord. Hast. Good morrow Catesby you are early stirring What newes what newes in this our tott'ring State Cates. It is a reeling World indeed my Lord And I beleeue will neuer stand vpright Till Richard weare the Garland of the Realme Hast How weare the Garland Doest thou meane the Crowne Cates. I my good Lord. Hast I le haue this Crown of mine cut frō my shoulders Before I le see the Crowne so foule mis-plac'd But canst thou guesse that he doth ayme at it Cates. I on my life and hopes to find you forward Vpon his partie for the gaine thereof And thereupon he sends you this good newes That this same very day your enemies The Kindred of the Queene must dye at Pomfret Hast Indeed I am no mourner for that newes Because they haue beene still my aduersaries But that I le giue my voice on Richards side To barre my Masters Heires in true Descent God knowes I will not doe it to the death Cates. God keepe your Lordship in that gracious minde Hast But I shall laugh at this a twelue-month hence That they which brought me in my Masters hate I liue to looke vpon their Tragedie Well Catesby ere a fort-night make me older I le send some packing that yet thinke not on 't Cates. 'T is a vile thing to dye my gracious Lord When men are vnprepar'd and looke not for it Hast O monstrous monstrous and so falls
thriue wel bring them to Baynards Castle Where you shall finde me well accompanied With reuerend Fathers and well-learned Bishops Buck. I goe and towards three or foure a Clocke Looke for the Newes that the Guild-Hall affoords Exit Buckingham Rich. Goe Louell with all speed to Doctor Shaw Goe thou to Fryer Peuker bid them both Meet me within this houre at Baynards Castle Exit Now will I goe to take some priuie order To draw the Brats of Clarence out of sight And to giue order that no manner person Haue any time recourse vnto the Princes Exeunt Enter a Scriuener Scr. Here is the Indictment of the good Lord Hastings Which in a set Hand fairely is engross'd That it may be to day read o're in Paules And marke how well the sequell hangs together Eleuen houres I haue spent to write it ouer For yester-night by Catesby was it sent me The Precedent was full as long a doing And yet within these fiue houres Hastings liu'd Vntainted vnexamin'd free at libertie Here 's a good World the while Who is so grosse that cannot see this palpable deuice Yet who so bold but sayes he sees it not Bad is the World and all will come to nought When such ill dealing must be seene in thought Exit Enter Richard and Buckingham at seuerall Doores Rich. How now how now what say the Citizens Buck. Now by the holy Mother of our Lord The Citizens are mum say not a word Rich. Toucht you the Bastardie of Edwards Children Buck I did with his Contract with Lady Lucy And his Contract by Deputie in France Th' vnsatiate greedinesse of his desire And his enforcement of the Citie Wiues His Tyrannie for Trifles his owne Bastardie As being got your Father then in France And his resemblance being not like the Duke Withall I did inferre your Lineaments Being the right Idea of your Father Both in your forme and Noblenesse of Minde Layd open all your Victories in Scotland Your Discipline in Warre Wisdome in Peace Your Bountie Vertue faire Humilitie Indeed left nothing fitting for your purpose Vntoucht or sleightly handled in discourse And when my Oratorie drew toward end I bid them that did loue their Countries good Cry God saue Richard Englands Royall King Rich. And did they so Buck. No so God helpe me they spake not a word But like dumbe Statues or breathing Stones Star'd each on other and look'd deadly pale Which when I saw I reprehended them And ask'd the Maior what meant this wilfull silence His answer was the people were not vsed To be spoke to but by the Recorder Then he was vrg'd to tell my Tale againe Thus sayth the Duke thus hath the Duke inferr'd But nothing spoke in warrant from himselfe When he had done some followers of mine owne At lower end of the Hall hurld vp their Caps And some tenne voyces cry'd God saue King Richard And thus I tooke the vantage of those few Thankes gentle Citizens and friends quoth I This generall applause and chearefull showt Argues your wisdome and your loue to Richard And euen here brake off and came away Rich. What tongue-lesse Blockes were they Would they not speake Will not the Maior then and his Brethren come Buck. The Maior is here at hand intend some feare Be not you spoke with but by mightie suit And looke you get a Prayer-Booke in your hand And stand betweene two Church-men good my Lord For on that ground I le make a holy Descant And be not easily wonne to our requests Play the Maids part still answer nay and take it Rich. I goe and if you plead as well for them As I can say nay to thee for my selfe No doubt we bring it to a happie issue Buck. Go go vp to the Leads the Lord Maior knocks Enter the Maior and Citizens Welcome my Lord I dance attendance here I thinke the Duke will not be spoke withall Enter Catesby Buck. Now Catesby what sayes your Lord to my request Catesby He doth entreat your Grace my Noble Lord To visit him to morrow or next day He is within with two right reuerend Fathers Diuinely bent to Meditation And in no Worldly suites would he be mou'd To draw him from his holy Exercise Buck. Returne good Catesby to the gracious Duke Tell him my selfe the Maior and Aldermen In deepe designes in matter of great moment No lesse importing then our generall good Are come to haue some conference with his Grace Catesby I le signifie so much vnto him straight Exit Buck. Ah ha my Lord this Prince is not an Edward He is not lulling on a lewd Loue-Bed But on his Knees at Meditation Not dallying with a Brace of Curtizans But meditating with two deepe Diuines Not sleeping to engrosse his idle Body But praying to enrich his watchfull Soule Happie were England would this vertuous Prince Take on his Grace the Soueraigntie thereof But sure I feare we shall not winne him to it Maior Marry God defend his Grace should say vs nay Buck. I feare he will here Catesby comes againe Enter Catesby Now Catesby what sayes his Grace Catesby He wonders to what end you haue assembled Such troopes of Citizens to come to him His Grace not being warn'd thereof before He feares my Lord you meane no good to him Buck. Sorry I am my Noble Cousin should Suspect me that I meane no good to him By Heauen we come to him in perfit loue And so once more returne and tell his Grace Exit When holy and deuout Religious men Are at their Beades 't is much to draw them thence So sweet is zealous Contemplation Enter Richard aloft betweene two Bishops Maior See where his Grace stands tweene two Clergie men Buck. Two Props of Vertue for a Christian Prince To stay him from the fall of Vanitie And see a Booke of Prayer in his hand True Ornaments to know a holy man Famous Plantagenet most gracious Prince Lend fauourable eare to our requests And pardon vs the interruption Of thy Deuotion and right Christian Zeale Rich. My Lord there needes no such Apologie I doe beseech your Grace to pardon me Who earnest in the seruice of my God Deferr'd the visitation of my friends But leauing this what is your Graces pleasure Buck. Euen that I hope which pleaseth God aboue And all good men of this vngouern'd I le Rich. I doe suspect I haue done some offence That seemes disgracious in the Cities eye And that you come to reprehend my ignorance Buck. You haue my Lord Would it might please your Grace On our entreaties to amend your fault Rich. Else wherefore breathe I in a Christian Land Buck. Know then it is your fault that you resigne The Supreme Seat the Throne Maiesticall The Sceptred Office of your Ancestors Your State of Fortune and your Deaw of Birth The Lineall Glory of your Royall House To the corruption of a blemisht Stock Whiles in the mildnesse of your sleepie thoughts Which here we waken to our Countries good The